Strictly Taboo(6)

“Says who?” Scout’s eyes grew wide.

“Nooo! They’d totally hear us.” Easton chuckled.

“Being quiet only makes it even more fun.” Scout shook her head.

“It’s too risky. If they catch us we’ll be in so much trouble.” She said.

“We can hardly live out here for the rest of our lives.” He said.

“We could move in to our own place? And then we’d never ever have to wear clothes…” She grinned at him. He grinned back at her and she felt his cock throb inside her again. “Oh? You like that idea, huh?” He nodded.

“Hell yeah I do. We could fuck every minute of the day and never worry about anyone walking in on us.” Again his cock twitched inside Scout’s pussy.

“We would have to work hard to pay our bills.” Easton pulled back, his cock sliding almost all the way out of her pussy.

“But it would be worth it just to see that look on your face when you cum…” He thrust forward and Scout felt him growing harder inside her.





Chapter 5




Scout walked in to the house first with her backpack slung over her shoulder. A few minutes later, Easton followed.

“Well? How was it?” Stella called to them from the living room.

“Fine.” Scout shouted back as she threw her backpack on the floor and headed in to the kitchen.

“Easton?” Stella asked.

“Fine.” He said, following Scout in to the kitchen.

“That’s it? That’s all you guys have to say about your camping adventure?” Scout rolled her eyes.

“Mom, stop talking about it like we’re four years old and went on our first sleepover. It was a couple of nights sleeping in tents with a bunch of weirdos.” Scout opened the fridge and grabbed a soda. Before she could shut the door, Easton reached past her, brushing his arm past her tits, and grabbed himself a sofa too.

“Well I’ll call Mary and ask how it went then.” Scout’s eyes widened as she stared at Easton behind the fridge door.

“Why?” Easton said, opening his soda and walking in to the living room. “What are you looking for us to say? That we sat around a campfire and sung Kumbaya?” Scout snickered and shut the fridge door.

“I am just trying to be interested in what you did…” Stella snapped at Easton.

“We didn’t do anything, we sat out by our tents. We watched everyone doing their God thing and that’s about it.” Stella sighed heavily.

“I was hoping you’d be a little more engaged with the group.” She said. Easton couldn’t help but chuckle.

“You knew we didn’t want to go, you knew it wasn’t something that interested us. Why the hell would we engage ourselves with something like that?” Easton flopped down in the recliner and looked over at Stella.

“Easton, I am sick to death of this attitude!” She snapped. “As long as you live under my roof, you treat me with a little more respect.” Easton glanced in to the kitchen and Scout nodded.

“Here’s the thing. We’ve decided to move out.” Stella looked at him in disbelief and then stared in to the kitchen at Scout.

“We?” She said. Scout nodded.

“Yup, we.” Easton said.

“How do you think you’re going to afford to move out on your own?” Easton shrugged.

“We both have savings and we can get better jobs.” He said. Stella rolled her eyes.

“You think it’s going to be as easy as that? Just get another job?” She asked. Easton shrugged.

“We’ll figure it out.” Stella shook her head.

“You really are naive, the both of you. You have no idea what it takes to have your own place, the amount of money it takes.” Stella grabbed her phone off the table beside the sofa. “I have to call your dad.” She looked over at Scout. “Why would you even want to live with him? How many times have you come crying to me that you hate him?” Scout shrugged.

“It’s time for us to move out, mom. I don’t care where I go or who I go with but I can’t live here anymore.” Stella laughed.

“Are you serious? You think you have it so bad here?” She stood up from the sofa, her phone clutched in her hand. “Unbelievable. Un-fucking-believable.” She stomped through the house and up the staircase. The bedroom door slammed shut.

“Well…that went well.” Easton took a sip from his soda. Scout took a deep breath.

“I didn’t quite expect it to go quite like that though.” Easton shrugged.

“I don’t think she’d be happy no matter how it went. As much as she waves that ‘my house, my rules’ shit in our faces, I don’t think she wants to let us go.” Scout walked in to the living room and perched on the arm of the recliner.