Chapter 6: Delia and Dan

The kitchen door swung open, and Delia came in with her boyfriend, Dan. Her eyes narrowed. “Um, hello Dale, welcome back.” The words were correct, but the underlying tone was frosty. Dan looked at her with concern, then approached Dale with his hand extended.

“I’m Dan Carlssen, Dee’s boyfriend.”

“Dale Jordan.” They shook hands. “I’m very pleased to meet you. Rosie has nothing but praise. Listen, I haven’t been a good stepfather lately—”

“That’s for damn sure,” muttered Delia.

“—but I’m doing my very best to make it up to Rosie and the boys here. And I hope someday Delia will also forgive me for being a pigheaded fool. In the meantime, I understand you make her happy, so please, go do that. I’m sure I will see you again, soon. Bye for now.”

They left and Dale returned to the table to watch the boys working on their drawings.

Back in Delia’s room, once the door was closed and locked, both of them began undressing.

“That was weird,” said Delia. “He sounded a whole lot less arrogant than before. I need to talk to Mom about him. Also, I guess Mom explained to him about our little sex nest in here. Which is great, because I’m just dripping for you right now. Shouldn’t you be naked, Dan?”

Dan admitted, “Um, I’m not hard yet.”

Delia frowned. “You dope. The hottest thing in my life is watching your beautiful cock grow from soft to stiff, right in front of me. Pants off, NOW!” She sat on the edge of the mattress and watched while he eagerly stripped. She watched his dick flopping as he picked up one foot and then the other, pulling off his shoes, pants, and socks. By the time he pulled his polo shirt over his head, he was almost 100% erect.

Dee reached behind and pulled his butt towards her so she could envelop his big cock in her mouth for sucking and slobbering. With his long arms, Dan reached down to hold her tits, feeling their weight in the palms of his hands. Satisfied with her tonguing, she spun around and showed Dan her plush ass, as she rested on her elbows and knees. After he plunged into her, almost to the root, he bent over and continued playing with her dangling tits. Because of their difference in height, he could easily reach and fondle them while he smacked his upper legs against her ass with each thrust.

Rosemary had loitered in the laundry room, which shared a common wall with Delia’s bedroom. Her reward was to overhear the smack, smack, smack of her daughter being fucked. Turning her back to the door, she unzipped her pants, bent at the waist, and buried her hand in her dampening pussy, trying to get a fast come before the teenagers did.

Out in the kitchen, Dale was watching the boys finish their drawings. He became aware of a faint repeating noise in the background, which he came to recognize was from Delia and Dan’s enthusiastic screwing. A smile played around his lips, once he realized what he had been hearing. The boys finished up and turned their sketches around for Dale’s approval, which he readily gave to them.