Primal Scream (Box Set #1, Taboo Sex + AFF) by Jess C Scott

Rachel could actually pass off as sisters, side by side. Rachel took better care of her looks and body, a trait Cindy had never picked up. Maybe she would’ve, if she’d stuck around longer. She’d gone to live with her aunt when she turned fifteen.
    15 —the age Rachel gave her first sloppy, but enthusiastic, blowjob. The deed was done in the bedroom of her then-boyfriend’s house, while his parents dined in the kitchen downstairs.
    She always remembered what it felt like, returning to her own home later in the evening. She felt all rebellious and empowered, and went to bed dreaming of all the boys she’d do throughout her teenage years. She walked a fine line, between being sassily-dressed and having a reputation as a slutterina. Ended up marrying one of the boyfriends who she assumed got her pregnant, who walked out once he figured family life was different from what he had expected. He never got to see Cindy—Rachel wasn’t even sure whether he was the father.
    Rachel was always nice to Brent, her next door neighbor. She talked to his mother sometimes, and they both shared a generally hands-off but open approach with parenting. Brent appreciated this, and was drawn to Rachel because of this.
    He wasn’t close to Cindy, when she came by for a visit. She seemed so uppity half the time, like she was “better” than the people she had left behind. Rachel was still Cindy’s mother, no matter what. Brent couldn’t leave Rachel all alone. She might get lonely, end up with another lout who’d take advantage of her, steal her money, hit her, do anything but treat her well.
    So he’d help out whenever he could—with her household chores, and other errands. So much so that dropping by each other’s homes unannounced became a normal occurrence.
    He never forgot the one time she’d walked in on him while he was jacking off.
    “ Oh my God, I’m so sorry,” Rachel had said. Brent’s mother wasn’t in—Rachel had wanted to borrow one of the kitchen appliances for something to bake. Rachel had walked in on him, while the bathroom door was unlocked. The head of Brent’s dick was glistening with pre-cum—there was an open red bottle of K-Y Jelly lubricant on the countertop. “I…”
    “ It’s okay.” Brent slammed his hand down on the K-Y bottle, which fell into the sink, before he turned himself around to face the wall, face down, holding his dick. He wasn’t going limp. In fact, he’d turned because he was getting harder, with the thought of being watched by Rachel—if she wanted to, of course.
    “ I’ll be back another day,” Rachel replied with a smile. “I just needed to borrow the waffle iron.” She headed off without another word.
    Brent had been eighteen at the time. Rachel pondered on Brent as she washed up in her bathroom. He’d grown a nice set of broad shoulders—she’d seen the sweaty sheen over his body when she walked in on him. She should have reached out, touched him on one of his delectable triceps or biceps…give him a lick or two on his hard pectorals. So he had been using the Reebok rotating push-up handles she’d gotten him for his birthday. She’d seen him eyeing it at the store. He got ripped fast, since the handles targeted the upper body to build up core strength in that area.
    Rachel headed up to her bedroom in her own home, running her hands down her chest and clitoris, pondering about walking in on Brent again, walking into his room, and finding him on his bed. “ Shhh, ” she’d say to Brent, once he started up, and she’d get down on her knees right away, stuff her face with his smooth cock, feeding her desire to reach another level in the close relationship they already shared as good friends and neighbors. His body looked so young, so virile, so healthy—the obvious choice when pit against a scruffy thirty-something with an overhanging beer gut (who’d probably be tied down with a nagging wife and spoiled kids, too).
    Likewise, Brent was thinking of Rachel,