Rated #2 in Mature Adult! WOW!!
Just read the damn story. Contains INCEST.
PLEASE READ THIS STORY AND LISTEN TO YOUR HEART PART 2 THE PURGE WHILE YOU STILL CAN. I AM THINKING OF DELETING BOTH STORIES. THE STORIES AREN'T AS GOOD AS I HOPED THEY WOULD...
(I drag myself out of the chair, aching all over. How long have I been sitting in that chair? I wonder. Days...Weeks? I couldn't remember. I stagger over to the door and open it.)
"I said I would ..."
(My voice trails off as I notice a fine set of tanned legs. My eyes travel up to cut off shorts, which hugged one of the finest asses I've ever seen, with a matching tan top. The three top buttons were unbuttoned just enough to show off some cleavage. I see her face, and my jaw drops.)
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"Billie?" (I take a step towards her. Her hands come up to my chest, stopping me in my tracks.)
"I'm not Billie, I'm Claudia. Although many of her fans think we look alike. I'm guessing you're David?"
(I nod my head, my jaw still hanging open.)
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"Well...can I come in?"
"Oh...right." I mumble.
(She walks in, and I close the door. I go back to sitting in the chair.)
"Good Lord, it stinks in here." (She says.)
(She walks over and opens a window. I'm watching her ass the whole time. She walks over and takes a chair across from me, crossing her legs. I feel my heart start beating faster. She had a great pair of legs on her.)
"So... you're David. You don't look at all like Billie described you."
(At the sound of Billie's name, the cobwebs in my head begin to clear up...fast.)
"Wait. How did you find me? I meant Billie in Miami...this is Philly."
"We just traced your last messages to Billie's phone from this location."
"Oh...so why are you here?"
"First, you're gonna to answer some questions I have."
"Such as?"
"What the hell happened between you and Billie in Miami?"
(I'm about to reply, but then I remember my promise to Billie.)
"Sorry. I promised Billie I wouldn't tell anyone about what happened that night."
(Claudia stands up slowly and walks towards me. Her right leg shoots out, as she pushes her heal against my chest.)
"Hey! What the fuck?"
"Now you listen to me, damn it! I didn't fly across the country to play 20 questions! Billie needs help, I need to know the details. So, are you going to talk, or do I fly back to California, and tell Billie and her family that you don't give a fuck?"
"Billie needs help?"
(She removes her foot from my chest.)
"Damn it...haven't you watched the news or the internet lately?"
"No. I got dis-connected."
(Claudia let's out a growl of frustration and pulls out her phone. After a few seconds she hands it to me.)
"Read the news about Billie yourself."
(I look at her phone, slowly scrolling down. Billie Eilish wows crowd in Australia. Billie Eilish dazzles in Paris. Billie Eilish sells out concerts in Japan, Hong Kong, Texas and New York city. The list goes on and on.)
(I look at Claudia and shrug.) "She seems to be doing fine, according to this."
