Leonard
When I’m in the shower, I tell myself I’m no longer Leonard Jaime. I don’t know that asshole. I’m a nameless guy. A guy without a stepbrother. A guy without a step-niece.
A guy who’s totally obsessed with the young woman sleeping in another room down the hall. The woman he’s never met before, one who doesn’t come with any baggage of familial entanglements.
And I picture her on her hands and knees in front of me, her ass raised high, that tight little pucker just waiting for my c**k. Her ass is covered in Carter’s and my handprints, and she’s begging for me to f**k her anywhere but her ass.
“Please, Daddy, not my ass, you’re too big.”
The shower water pounds down around me as I picture her tears.
“Trust your daddies,” I grunt. “It’ll feel good.”
It’s my fantasy, so she magica
