FROM BESTSELLING & AWARD-WINNING AUTHOR SELENA KITT HALF A MILLION NAUGHTY BOOKS SOLD IN 2011 GUARANTEED QUALITY - THIS KITTY'S CREAM RISES TO THE TOP! ------------------ When Patrick's father went off to war in 1944, he told his eighteen-year-old son, youâre the âman of the houseâ now. Patrickâs stepmother has struggled to keep them afloat, and he does what he can to help. He knows sheâs tired, sad and very lonely, but when circumstance brings a young woman into their lives for a brief time, it alters everything between he and his stepmother forever. Will Patrick become the real âman of the houseâ before his father returns from the war? Note: This title appeared in Back to the Garden Warning: This title contains stepmother-stepson incest EXCERPT: She made it off okay?â My stepmother inquired about Naomi as she let her hair down, a thick, dark mass unrolling down her back, long enough to begin spreading out into the water behind her like a fan. âFine.â I tried to be casualâabout Naomi, about wetting my stepmotherâs hair as she tilted her head back and arched, her nipples pointing skywardâbut I was feeling anything but. Whatever had happened the night before had changed me, but somehowâ¦somehow it had changed the way my stepmother looked at me too. âItâs hard, being away from your lover that way.â Lover. It even changed the way she spoke to me. I swallowed, soaping up her hair, but didnât respond. She kept talking anyway. âYou miss their company, of course, but thereâs this primal sort of longing that just never goes away.â She shifted in the water, hands behind her, body stretching forward, putting herself on display for me. My gaze was drawn between the swell of her thighs, and instead of wondering what it might feel like, this time I knewâalthough it didnât lessen my desire, as I once thought knowing might do. In fact, it seemed to make it worse. âIs there?â I used my fingers to scrub her scalp, trying to keep my composure, trying to keep up the pretense we always had, when she gave a soft sigh, a small moan. âOh, baby, that feels so good,â she murmured, arching more, and my cock jumped in my pants like a snake trying to bite. âDo it harder.â Oh, hell. Instead, I took the cup I used to rinse her hair and started pouring water, trying to wash it away, the feelings I knew I shouldnât be having. Her sounds didnât stop, thoughâ¦she kept on, arching, moaning, mmmmm-ing until my erection was a steel bar in my pants. âWas that the phone?â I asked weakly as she opened her eyes, flushing the excess water from her hair as she stood. I hadnât heard anything but the sounds of my stepmotherâs pleasure but wanted any excuse now to leave temptation behind, because I knew, somehow, where we were headed, and there was just no going back. âTowel?â She held her hand out for it and I gave it to her as she stepped from the tub, her body deliciously sleek and wet. She rubbed her hair for a moment, looking at me, something in her eyes Iâd never seen before, and then she handed the towel back. âAll the hot waterâs made me faint,â she murmured. âWill you dry me?â It was the worst sort of feminine excuse, and it worked on me the way it had worked on every man through the eons. I took the towel and tried to look away as I rubbed her dry, but it was no use. The material rubbing over her skin made her nipples hard, and I stared at the puckered circles around them, fascinated by this development. Naomi had been one night in the dark, but this womanâs body was mine to gaze upon at my leisure. When I dabbed the towel meekly at the hair between my stepmotherâs legs, she put one foot up on the edge of the high tub and a hand on her hip. âYou can do better than that,â she assured me. I staredâthe soft, open pink of her flesh was a sirenâs call, and I leaned in closer as if to hear it better. She was right, there was water still beading in the wiry hair, and a wetness inside that glistened in the light.
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|Title of Erotic eBook: Man of the House|
|Release Date: 01-21-2012|
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Man of the House
Man of the House
There are three things I remember clearly about 1944, the year my father went off to war and left me alone with my stepmother.
I remember her crying at the docks as we watched the steamer pull away. She tried to hold out and put on a brave face for my father, although we could only have been pinpricks of color to his eyes by then, because the sailors on the ship were a blur of navy and white to me across the deck as they waved their goodbyes. Still, she tried—she was so brave to try—but in the end, she turned to me and sobbed in my arms, burying her hot, wet face against my neck. That was the first time I’d ever seen that completely open, vulnerable side of my stepmother, but it wouldn’t be the last.
I remember his words to me, the firm handshake and quick one-armed hug, “You’re the man of the house now, Patrick. You take good care of your mother.”
I vacillated between both relief and guilt—at just nineteen years old, I should have been sailing off on that ship. My father was a veteran and going back for more. It was the brave and courageous thing to do, and a part of me thought so, and wanted to do the right thing too. The decision had been taken out of my hands though, not only because I was still a student, but also because my real mother had given birth to me in Canada and died of childbed fever just a few days later while she was staying with relatives, and I was technically a dual-citizen. I always felt like I lived in two worlds, and that irony was never lost on me....
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