Page 31 of White Hole

Pursing her injected lips, she said, “Okay. But if you don’t, I’d hate to have to visit Aaron and start fucking the youngest Turner.”

My stomach twisted. “You wouldn’t.” As soon as I said the words, though, I knew she would. She’d done it to me.

Sensing my realization, Gianna chuckled. “I think you know that’s exactly what I would do. Do you think he’s a virgin? Should I show him the same lessons I taught you? You’ve become a very good pussy muncher, George. Dynamite in the sack, too. You just needed an older woman’s education.”

She bent over in front me and ran her hand up the crotch of my jeans. My dick didn’t move even a little.

“Let’s play.”

“It’s not going to work, Gianna.”

“Oh, I think I know exactly how to get it to work.” Unzipping my jeans, she pulled out my flaccid cock. With her full lips, she sucked the tip of my cock, flicking her tongue around the edges. All I could think of was Kinsley’s pert mouth. Imagining her face with my cum all over it, I hardened. “That’s it. See, Momma knows how to take care of you.”

Grabbing Gianna’s auburn locks, I shoved my dick in her mouth so she’d stop talking. She smiled around my shaft, and I hated her even more. I didn’t think I could come again, but I’d use my dick as a weapon. Maybe then she’d stop calling me.

Gianna pulled back and walked to the bed, laid back, and beckoned me with her long fingernail. “Come fuck me.”

Getting up, I took the two steps towards her. “Turn over. I don’t want to have to look at you.” She laughed, but did, sticking her ass in the air with a wiggle. Fishing my wallet from my back pocket, I found a condom and rolled it on.

“Oh, you won’t need that. I want your cum inside me. I’m ovulating. I want your baby.”

Instantly I got soft. “I’m sorry, what? You can’t be serious.”

She tossed her long hair as she looked over her shoulder. “I’m dead serious. Give me that cum. I want a George Turner the third.”

“Fuck you, Gianna. No way.” My feet took two steps back.

“Yes, fuck me. That’s what I’m talking about.”

“Gianna, I’m not impregnating you. You can go ahead and release the tapes. I’m not doing it.” And most of me was serious. I couldn’t have a baby with the wicked witch. Even if it did save Aaron. Fuck, what if she—

“Should I use Dan’s sperm? Or Aaron’s? His military academy is all boys, isn’t it? I’m sure he’sdyingfor pussy.”

“No. Dan wouldn’t fuck you. I’ll talk with Aaron. Please, don’t do that to him. He’s still a kid. He’s got problems. Please, Gianna. Don’t.”

She turned around and narrowed one green eye at my floppy cock hanging from my open jeans. “The next time you come here, you bettercomehere.” She pointed to her twat.

Tugging off the condom, I tucked my dick back in my pants and quickly got the fuck out of the room. Did they make birth control for men, yet? Fuck! Why didn’t they? Could I get snipped before I had to have sex with her again?

Jumping in my truck, I called the number for Aaron’s school while jetting back to the manor for the TRZ meeting. “Hi, yes, this is George Turner calling for Aaron Turner.”

“Sorry, Mr. Turner, but Aaron is in class currently. He can take calls after dinner at seven.”

“This is an emergency.”

“Oh, sorry, sir. Right away.”

I waited for my little brother to come to the phone and almost made it home.

“Hello?”

“Hey, bro! How are you?”

Aaron’s voice cracked. “George. I-I’m. I’m not okay.”

“Shit, what’s wrong?”

“It’s really tough, man. Is there any way I can get out of here?”

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