The Horsons Part 3

More Family Antics

As Rorick observed Minerva's delicate toes, perfectly manicured and painted a soft lavender, gradually vanish from view as they were sucked into his cock., a familiar and unsettling thought nagged at him: perhaps he should consider consuming her. The notion was both disquieting and tantalizing, particularly when he reflected on the prospect of bedding one of his other daughters. Yet, most were far too young to pique his interest in any meaningful way, their childhood innocence still vibrant and untouched.

Trading Minerva to the Endersons was another option he contemplated. However, that family was a chaotic mix of twelve boisterous sons, leaving them with only two daughters. Despite the abundance of male energy within their home, their eldest daughter—now a sophomore in college—had managed to cycle through seven different boyfriends and five roommates in just a couple of years, creating a rapidly shifting landscape of relationships that perplexed and fascinated Rorick. The younger daughter, still in high school, was enveloped in rumors swirling around her like the autumn leaves outside, suggesting she remained untouched by the hands of boys—a notion that seemed nearly impossible in a household dominated by such masculine presence.

Later that night, as Rorick slid beneath the heavy, quilted covers next to Greta, who snored like a chainsaw, he felt the weight of his unsettling decision pressing down on him. The room was dimly lit, the faint glow of the moon casting shadows that danced across the walls. Tomorrow, he would have to approach Georg Enderson, his neighbor and not-so-frequent confidant, to discuss the daunting prospect of a trade. The possibilities of what lay ahead twisted in his mind like smoke, elusive and yet tantalizingly close.