Hot Men Society Series: Desire of Mr. Fuck Boy novel Chapter 4

JENNIFER'S POV

Dejected, I slipped into the green room.

I had to make sure that I didn't leave behind any traces of my presence. And my original clothes, the one i came wearing could prove to be a thorn in the ass. So once again I changed into my real attire. All the strippers were qeued near the stage so there could hardly be any witness.

"Ready to move out." I informed in the chip. "GO!" came the response, and with that I headed outside towards 'Sweety'.

Well, it is the name of my car. My companion wherever I go! HEY, DONT JUDGE ME !

I started driving towards home. It was the very house which i shared with people I didn't know at all. Weird right? Like, who won't know one's parents and a sibling?

Well, it's different in my case I guess...

I live in a 3 bedroom flat on the second floor of a four storeyed building, with my 'father', stepmom of my age named Natasha. Well I dont come across her much. And another member of the house being my 'brother' named Tristan, currently in the 12th grade.

This 'home' of mine was the only place where i felt insecure and weak. Earlier mamma, was there to console me and protect me from the disgusting 'advancing' of my brother... yeah you heard it right, my 'brother'.. the son of my so called 'father'. I remember one of the most dreadful sights of his being in my room. I had been returning back from hospital when I saw him in my room...

FLASHBACK STARTS :

"Jenny baby..! Come, pleasure your very own brother." Drool oozed out of his mouth as he held my panties in one hand and stroke his member down in the south. He continued stroking his member while smelling my panties occasionally.

Then he sprung on my bed holding my bra and continued," You know what, whenever I bury myself into the cunt of my goddamn girlfriend, i always remember you.. I think as if I'm fucking you hard... and you are screaming my name!" Then clutching the bedsheet tightly the 'son of a bitch' continued in a dreamy voice," TRISTAN! TRISTAN! OH MY GOD TRISTAN! AH... AH.. AHHH!" He began to scream rubbing my panties against his boxer.