Through the window, I saw Mom turn toward the house. My eyes widened in panic, but Brandon chose that exact moment to pull out slowly and thrust back in, hitting something deep inside me that made my vision white out.
Mom waved toward the kitchen window. My heart stopped. But then I realized she wasn't looking at me—she was looking at Brandon, who had somehow managed to straighten up enough to wave back casually, his hips still pressed flush against my ass, his c**k buried to the hilt inside me.
"That's it," Mrs. Patterson was saying, her voice drifting through the open window. "You two are such a beautiful family. Sara's so lucky to have a stepfather like Brandon."
If only she knew.
Mom smiled and called out, "Brandon's the best! We're so lucky to have him!"
"The luckiest
