Soul Sisters Book 2

MANDY

I leaned on the railing, gazing out at the dark sea. The full moon cast a white glow across the night sky, illuminating the calm waters of the Caribbean.

I was very grateful to have a balcony. My mild claustrophobia and need for fresh air would’ve made it very difficult for me to stay in a room without one.

I turned at the sound of the balcony door opening.

“What are you doing out here?” Tyler whispered, sliding his arms around my waist.

“I like fresh air.”

“Me too.”

“Did you know this is the first time I’ve ever been on a boat?” I revealed.

“It’s actually a ship.”

“What’s the difference?”

“A ship is a vessel that’s large enough to carry a boat. A boat can’t carry a ship. Cruise people find it offensive if you refer to the ship as a boat.”

“I didn’t know that,” I said. “This ship is amazing.”

“It’s one of the smaller ships. Only holds two thousand passengers. But we weren’t about to charter a megaship. Those things hold six thousand people. There aren’t that many of us.”

“Six thousand?”

“Those ships are too big,” he said. “We went on a couple of cruises on the megaships.

“The kids enjoyed it, because there was lots to do. They’re like floating amusement parks. But there’s way too many people.”

“There’s way too many people on this ship,” I said. “If I was on a cruise with six thousand kids, I think I’d probably jump overboard.”

“Not all of the passengers were kids,” he chuckled.

“There are a lot of kids on this cruise. I think they outnumber the adults.”

“You don’t like kids?”

“I like quiet, well-behaved kids.”

“It’s different when they’re your own,” he explained. “You tolerate a lot more, because you love them so much.”

“How many kids do you have, Tyler?”

“Just two biological kids. Matt and Stephanie. But there are seven kids in our family.”

“Isn’t it weird raising someone else’s kids?”

“We don’t spend a lot of time thinking about who belongs to whom.”

“I had no idea families like yours existed before Vada got involved.”

“What’s the story with you and Vada?”

“We went to public school together.”

“And?”

“And we’ve stayed friends.”

“And lovers?”

“Until she met her harem of men.”

“I don’t think there’s anything wrong with single women having intimate relationships with each other,” he whispered, sliding his hand under the hem of my short robe.

“But a pussy needs a good, hard fucking from a real cock every once in a while.”

He pushed two of his thick digits inside my dripping slit, fingering me roughly while he sucked on my neck.

“I enjoy a good, hard fucking,” I gasped.

“I wanna feel you,” he growled, his throbbing cock pressing into my spine, “with nothing between us. Right here on this balcony.”

“You wanna do it out here?” I whispered, glancing at the thin dividers between my balcony and the neighbors.

“There are no families on this deck.”

I braced my hands on the railing. He kicked my feet apart, holding my hips firmly while he lined up his cock.

“I’ve had a vasectomy.”

“You’re the only guy I’ve been with in almost a year,” I panted.

“You’re the only woman I’ve been with since my wife,” he grunted, his slippery head probing impatiently at my entrance.

“Your cock is so big.”

“Your pussy is so tight.”

“Fuck me, Tyler.”

He brought one of his hands to my mouth. “I don’t want to get us kicked off the ship,” he whispered.

I nodded, my fingers digging into the metal edge of the railing when he drove his cock inside me, filling me with one hard thrust. The scream tore out of my lungs, muffled by his hand.

He pounded my pussy with quick, forceful thrusts, his balls slapping against my ass while I hung on for dear life.

“Fuck, your pussy feels good. Skin on skin is so much fucking better.”

He was deep inside me, the line between pleasure and pain blurring while he fucked me like I’d never been fucked before.

“You like getting your tight little pussy hammered, don’t you?” he growled.

“Yes,” I moaned.

He paused his thrusts, reaching between my legs to press his thumb against my clit. I squirmed against him, my tiny body trapped between his hulking frame and the railing when my orgasm hit me.

My vagina pulsated with multiple explosions, my juices flowing from my body like hot lava. I slumped against the railing as my knees buckled, my muscles going lax.

He held me tightly while his cock erupted inside me, his huge arms encircling my waist, keeping my limp body upright.

I gasped when he withdrew slowly. A flood of semen gushed down my thighs. He scooped me up, carrying me inside, where he laid me gently on the bed.

I closed my eyes, completely spent after the most epic fuck of my life. My body was covered in sweat, my pussy dripping with jizz. But I didn’t care.

I cracked open one eye when I felt the warm cloth between my legs. “What are you doing?” I whispered.

“Cleaning you up,” he replied, glancing up from my crotch with the sweetest grin I’d ever seen.

“You don’t have to do that,” I protested.

“I want to, sweetheart.”

“Thanks.”

He finished his task, tossing the cloth in the bathroom before he climbed in behind me and pulled the comforter over us, wrapping me up in his arms.

“You can’t spend the night here,” I sighed.

“Why not?”

“Won’t your brothers wonder where you are?”

“Nah. They’ll know I got lucky.”

“How?”

“It’s a triplet thing.”

“Is that like when twins feel each other’s pain?”

“Sort of,” he chuckled.

“What if someone sees you leaving in the morning?”

“I set the alarm on my phone for five.”

“Okay,” I mumbled, my eyelids fluttering closed as I drifted off to sleep.

***

Earthquakes weren’t that common in South Florida. And my casual hookups rarely stayed the night.

But my bed was rocking.

And I was wrapped up in a pair of thick, hairy arms.

There was an erect penis buried between my butt cheeks.

Some old man was singing about a beautiful day in the neighborhood.

The penis owner rolled onto his back, cursing under his breath while he searched for his phone.

You did the horizontal tango again with your lingerie store dad.

Twice.

He shares women with his brothers.

He’s a member of Vada’s cult.

Oh, and you made out with his nephew.

Or is Barney his stepson?

It’s too early in the morning to try and figure out their weird family dynamics.

“Oh, thank fuck,” I muttered when he silenced the singing alarm.

“You don’t like Mr. Rogers?”

“Who?”

“Never mind. I forgot how young you are there for a minute.”

“How old are you anyway?” I asked.

“Forty-five,” he replied with a heavy sigh.

“You’re old enough to be my dad.”

“Ouch.”

“Sorry.”

“I’m sorry too,” he said sadly, reaching out to stroke my cheek. “I wish I was younger, or you were older.”

“Thanks for last night,” I whispered, fighting back tears before he even said the words I knew were coming.

“I’m too old for you. And I share a life and a family with my brothers. It’s kind of like we’re married.”

“That’s a very weird thing to say, Tyler.”

“You know what I mean.”

“I get it,” I said.

“You’re young,” he continued, wiping a wayward tear away with the back of his thumb. “You have your entire life ahead of you.

“There’s some prince out there, just waiting to scoop you up and make babies with you.”

“That’s never going to happen.”

“Sure it will.”

“I can’t have children, Tyler.”

“You can’t?”

“No.”

“How do you know?”

“I’m missing the critical piece of equipment required to carry a baby.”

“You don’t have a uterus?”

“No.”

“I’m really sorry, Mandy,” he said softly, his dreamy brown eyes full of sympathy. “Were you...uh, how did you lose it?”

“I got pregnant when I was sixteen. When I was four months along, I got hit by a car. I lost my baby and my womb. They had to do a hysterectomy to save my life.”

“Oh, sweetheart,” he whispered, stroking my cheek. “That’s terrible. Is that what the angel wing tattoo on your lower back is for?”

“Yes.”

“I’m so sorry, Mandy.”

“It is what it is,” I sighed, shrugging my shoulders. “It was a long time ago.”

“You could adopt. Or hire a surrogate. I’m assuming you still have your ovaries.”

“I hate having medical procedures.”

“Well, I hope someday you get to be a mother, however you decide to go about it.”

“Vada is gonna have a whole slew of brats. And the best thing about somebody else’s kids is you can leave when you’ve had enough of them.

“That’s very true,” he chuckled.

“You should get going, Tyler.”

“I know,” he sighed. “But I don’t want to.”

“I don’t want you to go, either.”

He pressed his lips to mine, a soft caress that quickly escalated to a hungry exchange of tongues and teeth. My needy whimpers filled the cabin, my pussy aching for his cock.

He pushed up on his knees, spreading me wide. I hooked my arms under my thighs, bracing myself for the hard fucking I knew was coming.

And I wanted it.

The animalistic desire in his eyes lit a fire between my legs. He drove hard and deep. I pushed back, our bodies banging together while he drilled me with quick, powerful thrusts.

It was exactly what I craved.

The depravity.

The rawness.

My vagina burned, stretched beyond capacity.

The next few seconds were a blur. My sweaty fingers slipped from my ankles, searching for something to grab onto when my orgasm hit.

He grabbed my ass, steadying my jerking body as he continued to hammer me.

I felt like I was floating outside my own body, listening to a porno. Female moans mixed with male grunting. Panting. Flesh slapping together. The creaking of the bed.

He pumped into me one last time, holding my body tight while he unloaded deep inside my poor, ravaged vag.

At some point, he collapsed onto my chest, burying his face where my cleavage would be if I had tits.

We stayed like that for a long time, our bodies still joined together until sunlight flooded the cabin.