Once He's Out Of The Way...

Beth’s got one foot out the door when Leonard blocks her. “You’ve been gone every damn night,” he grumbles. She fidgets, finally spits it out—she’s got a boyfriend. Leonard lights up, demands to meet the guy. Three days later, the door opens and Jake walks in—silver at the temples, smile like he owns the place. Leonard’s jaw drops, then his face goes red. “She’s eighteen, you sick fuck!” Jake doesn’t flinch; he just smirks and leaves when the shouting peaks. Beth stands frozen. Leonard spits, “If you pick him, don’t come crawling back.” Cut to Jake’s bedroom. Beth’s on the edge of the bed, eyes wet. Jake sits close, rubs her thigh, leans in. “We get rid of the old man and nobody tells us shit.” She stares, torn, but his fingers keep moving higher, slipping under her tiny top, brushing those small, perky tits until she’s gasping. He pulls her into a 69, tongue working her slick little slit while she strokes his thick cock, moaning around it. Every lick, every suck pushes Leonard further from her mind. Jake’s got her right where he wants her—wet, obedient, ready to do whatever it takes to keep this going.