Easter Invasion (BDSM Voyages Book 2) by A.J. Llewellyn & D.J. Manly

Author:A.J. Llewellyn & D.J. Manly
Language: eng
Format: mobi, azw3, epub
Publisher: Torquere Press LLC
Published: 2016-03-29T17:00:00+00:00

Chapter Three

Hamish

I couldn’t believe it. My sister lowered her shotgun, an Ithaca Model 37, and adopted a huge, wicked grin. Next thing I knew she’d dropped her weapon. It didn’t go off, but the business end of the shotgun poked right at Ethan’s ass as Paul undid his harness and shoved the gun away. Poor Ethan was so scared he laid in the fetal position on the bed. He screamed like a nine-year-old girl. My sister withdrew her cell phone from the pocket of her smock, and positioned it in front of her face.

“I’m taking a picture and it’s so going on Instagram,” she said.

“Oh, no it’s not.” Paul grabbed for her phone as he tried to hide the sex toys under our rumpled bedding. I dropped to my knees and scooted across the floor, trying to remove the buzzing butt plug still imbedded in my ass. It made a lot of noise when it came out. Oh, Buddha. Everybody turned to look at me. Paul flicked a glance at me and winced.

I managed to find the off switch on the remote control, which I found on the floor. I shoved the things under the bed with my knees, then hunted for clothes.

Boy, was it embarrassing to have my father and sister scrutinizing me.

“Who’s the fat guy?” Becca asked.

Ethan was rolling around on the bed screaming, “Haaaalp!” It made me want to Taser his ass badly.

Paul grabbed his trousers with one hand and threw them on as my sister was trying to wrestle her cell phone from his other hand.

“I have to post this on Instagram.” Becca sounded desperate. “I need more followers. I need to post it. I’ve never been to an orgy before and everybody says my posts are boring.”

“You still haven’t been to an orgy and your posts are boring,” Paul informed her, zipping up his fly. “But you’re not spicing them up with pictures of our naked asses.”

“Well!” My sister got indignant.

“And I’m not fat,” Ethan muttered as Paul pushed past her, grabbed Ethan from the bed and helped him into the en suite bathroom.

“Why can’t I post something?” My sister sounded pissed.

I fumbled around on the floor and found my boxer shorts that I’d worn earlier. I’d taken them off to masturbate when Fatso, I mean, Ethan, tackled me in bed. I thought Paul might have come home because whoever had entered the house had turned off the alarm, but it sure as hell threw me when Ethan dive-bombed me.

It didn’t take me long to realize his silent companion was Paul. Not because of anything he said—because he didn’t speak at first—but because of the way he smelled. A cock knows its own master.

Paul came out of the bathroom, closing the door behind him. “Show’s over, Becca.” He reached for the gun she’d dropped on the bed and grabbed Dad’s too. He’d bought us all new shotguns after the home invasion a couple of months ago, but I realized now they were a bad idea. Paul got them because my dad’s old one had become so decrepit.

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