Chapter 2
The curious eighteen-year-old now padded out of the house barefoot, wearing a loose pair of drawstring shorts, without panties, and a cropped T-shirt without a bra that she planned to sleep in. She was petite, with tightly compact curves, but she often wished she had bigger tits, even though her legs were shapely, curving into a pertly rounded ass.
As she approached the cover of the bushes at the rear corner of the house, she could hear her mother's and Tom's voices before she could see them. The view through the bushes was partly obscured by leaves and branches, but the outside lights were on at a dim setting, and the couple were both sitting naked and soaking wet up on the bench that went around the upper edge of the tub.
Brook couldn't help feeling proud of how good her mother looked naked. No wonder Tom was crazy to fuck her night after night. She looked like a slightly taller, curvier version of her teenage daughter. The girl found herself wishing her tits were as big as her mother's, even though they were pretty close.
But Brook was proud of her tits and often wore low cut tops that her friends' mothers would probably complain about. Yet Janice was the same way, and she never said anything about the things her daughter chose to wear. How could she when she was usually dressed the same way?
Brook was surprised to see her mother's pussy was as smooth and hairless as her own, and Tom's hand was barely a couple of inches from her clit as he casually rubbed the inside of her upper thigh. At the same time, Janice had her hand wrapped around Tom's lust engorged cock, and Brook nearly gasped out loud when she saw how big it was. He seemed huge. No wonder he made her mother cry out with pleasure from their bedroom every night.
The girl's experience with cocks included a little bit of internet porn, and just three guys from school that she had jerked off, but this man who was her step dad made them look downright tiny by comparison. She couldn't help feeling a huge sense of pride.
Not that she knew why. It wasn't like it was something she could brag about to her friends. And above all, it wasn't like Tom's cock was available to her, but she didn't know if she'd ever be able to look at him the same way.
Daddy's got a huge cock, she muttered under her breath. It was barely a whisper, but it gave her a warm, tingling sensation just to say the words. She'd never even called him Dad. It was all so new she didn't even know if she was supposed to. She wanted to, though. And for some bizarre reason she couldn't explain, now that she knew how he was built she wanted to call him Dad more than ever.
Brook also felt proud of her sexy mother who was skimming her hand up and down Tom's enormous shaft like it was nothing. The girl wished she could be just like that, pleasing a man like Tom - no, pleasing Tom himself.
Then Tom slid his hand directly over her mother's pussy and stroked her lips with his large fingers. Janice threw her head back and sighed deeply, grinding her hips while he fingered her clit with an affectionate smile on his handsome face.
At that point, Brook didn't want to be like her mother, she wanted to be her mother. Her young pussy quivered with damp heat as she yearned to be fingered just the way Tom was fingering Janice.
The trembling girl gnawed on her bottom lip and slid her hand into her shorts to stroke her own pussy, trying to imagine Tom's finger along her moist clit instead of her own.
His fingers were so much longer and thicker than hers. Her pussy flushed steadily as she watched the naked couple casually play, but after a while they backed off and picked up their wine glasses, taking a breather.
Tom looked preoccupied, which Janice quickly noticed and asked what was bothering him. Holding her wine glass in one hand, she put her free hand back on her husband's huge cock and continued to lazily stroke him.
"Something bothering you, baby?" Janice asked.
Tom looked down at the way Janice was stroking his hard cock. "Maybe this isn't the time," he said.
"Aw baby, don't be silly. You can always tell me what's bothering you."
"It's Brook," he told her.
Janice face became serious but kept stroking his cock. "What about her?"
"I'm afraid she's not happy. I'm not even sure if she likes me very much, but I really want her to. I mean...she's my daughter legally. And she's an amazing girl just like her mother."
In her hiding place, Brook's heart started to beat faster. It was so weird that they were talking about her while her mother was playing with Tom's excited cock. Weird, but exciting in a way she couldn't begin to explain. She dug her finger deeper into her sodden pussy.
"She just needs time to adjust," Janice said, her hand still moving up and down his rod. "Why don't you trying spending more time with her, just the two of you. The two of you should have a relationship of your own. The girl needs a father, and there's no one better than you. Take her shopping. Out to dinner or the movies."
"That's a great idea," Tom agreed. "I really want her to be happy, too. I hope she can learn to love me as much as I love her."
"All she needs is some time to get to know you better. I know she'll love you just as much as I do."
Tom snickered deviously and nodded toward his wife's stroking hand. "Are you sure about that?"
"Oh my god, you're terrible!" Janice laughed. Then, after a brief pause she said, “i just hope you both get along well”.
“I hope so too”.Tom said as he stroked janice clit slowly
Brook's pulse raced wildly and her pussy felt unbearably hot. She wondered if he really felt that way or if he was just saying what he thought her mother expected him to. But hearing him say that he loved her imprinted in Brook's mind in a way that made her nipples throb with heat.