Stepdad Railed Me

Woodsmoke, Heat and the Forbidden

This is a follow up post to Stepdad Swallowed Me.

I leaned against the door as the wind outside picked up. There was a high-pitched whistling sound in the tiny roof above, while something clanged and banged on the small hut’s wall.

Alan’s pants were still around his waist. His load streaked the concrete, and some of it was on the brickwork under the potbelly stove.

“What’s up?” he asked.

“That wind seems really strong,” I said, pulling my pants up, zipping up and buckling.

“That’s normal up here,” Alan said, pulling up his pants and zipping up as he came up behind me. His body pressed into me as he turned the lock.

The subscribe button’s got a way of getting in the way. I’d open the little door to the potbelly, throw the subscribe button in and slam it closed.