Page 17 of Double XL Mountain Men (Cold Mountain Nights #11)

In this excerpt, Sven spies his buddy’s daughter enjoying herself.

What the fuck is the young girl doing? I pause for a moment in the doorway of the greenhouse, mouth agape.

When I arrived on the property, I rang the doorbell like any normal person.

But no one answered, and I could see that Byron’s car wasn’t in the drive.

That’s when I decided to walk around to the rear porch because I didn’t want to haul the gifts back to my car, only to return again.

I wanted to get this done, and figured I’d leave the gifts under the covering where they’d stay dry and safe.

But as I circled around the corner of the house, my eyes caught sight of the greenhouse down the way, and I could see that someone was inside.

There was a dark figure moving about, and despite the fact that the windows were steamed with humidity, I figured I’d go and say hello.

Maybe they could open the door for me, and I could leave the gifts in the safety of the house.

Little did I know but it was Shirley, my buddy’s daughter.

Don’t get me wrong because I had an inkling that she’d be home for Christmas break, but I had no idea I’d encounter her in such a compromising situation.

Even crazier, I had no idea that she’d look so good.

During high school, Shirley changed. She used to be scrawny with mud-brown hair and glasses, but somewhere along the way, Byron’s little girl grew up.

The skinny mouse became voluptuous, with the biggest breasts I’ve ever seen on a teenage girl, and a juicy ass too.

Even worse, Shirley started flirting with me, innocently at first, but then in a very suggestive way.

I get it. I’m her dad’s best friend, and I’ve always been “safe” in her eyes.

Shirley’s always known me as benevolent Uncle Sven, so I was the perfect test subject to try out her new-found feminine wiles.

At first, it was just a coy look or a self-conscious giggle paired with a blush on those round cheeks.

But sometime in the last year or so, shit changed.

At her graduation party, I entered the house only to be greeted by Shirley in a very fetching pink dress.

She leaned forward to kiss my cheek with a breathy, “Hello Uncle Sven” and goddamn, but that girl purposefully brushed her tits against my chest. I could literally feel her stiff nipples through the thin fabric, and Shirley knew too.

She pulled away with a coy smile, and waggled her bottom as she strolled into the living room.

But it didn’t stop there. This past summer before leaving for college, Shirley acted like a woman in heat.

We’d be by the pool, grilling burgers as I chatted with Byron and Deirdre, and Shirley would catch my eye from her spot on the lounger.

Then, with her parents not fifteen feet away, the sassy woman would pop a big tit out of her bikini top, or even crazier, pull her bikini bottoms to the side to flash me with a glimpse of that moist, pretty pink.

Of course, I hardened immediately. The first time, I had to leave the BBQ in a hurry, muttering something about “food poisoning,” which of course, threw my friends into a frenzy.

Deirdre was afraid it was her potato salad, while Byron hurriedly checked the expiration date on various foodstuffs.

But of course, it wasn’t them. It was their daughter.

Fortunately, Shirley left for college soon after and I’ll admit that I was relieved.

I was turned on as all get-out, of course, but this wasn’t going to become a relationship.

I’m like a father to the teenage girl, and she was merely going through a surge of hormones, or so I told myself.

Once she got to school and encountered a horde of horny, raunchy frat boys, Shirley would forget about me and focus on hooking up with men who are much more age appropriate.

But clearly, I underestimated the sassy brunette because when I see what she’s doing, my mouth falls open as all the gifts scatter onto the floor. My cock stiffens as my eyes grow wide because what the fuck? What the hell is this girl doing, and where did she learn it?

Shirley’s fully nude, her creamy curves exposed as her head tilts back, those brown curls dangling down her back.

She’s squatting over a sprinkler, bouncing up and down as it appears and disappears between her moist folds.

But the raunchiness doesn’t stop there. She’s also got a garden hose plugged up her ass, and if I’m not mistaken, both the sprinkler and the hose are on.

There’s water coursing from her cunt and ass, even as she moans in a heady voice, her eyes closed.

“Yes,” the teenage girl sings, tweaking her nipples as her body begins to clench. “Yes, yes, yes.”

I watch, my fingers playing with my fly.

Holy shit, is this really happening? But Shirley continues to bounce up and down with her thighs spread wide, that tight, juicy twat penetrated by the head of a shiny black sprinkler.

Then, her back arches viciously as she bucks, and I can literally see her pussy folds contracting with violent shudders.

“Ohhhhh!” she screams. “Fuck!”

Her asshole contracts as well, throwing her forwards onto the floor. Literally, the girl convulses as if she’s having an epileptic fit and collapses onto the greenhouse floor, shuddering and sputtering with the garden hose still jammed tight in her back end.

“Ohhhh!” she shrieks once more before rolling onto her back and going silent.

I stare at the delectable sight. Shirley’s fully nude, those huge tits still quivering from the ferocity of her climax.

Her pussy’s gleaming, swollen, and coated with cream, while the garden hose continues to spray into her ass.

By now, my cocks are punching against my fly, demanding release.

Should I tiptoe out? Should I give her privacy to recover, and pretend I never saw?

I’m just about to back away, when my spidey sense tingles.

Something’s wrong. The greenhouse is oddly silent now, other than the gentle put-put-put of the sprinkler, which is still rotating and spraying water in clear arcs.

But Shirley’s immobile on the floor. Her arms are splayed to the side as the hose continues to gurgle in her back end.

But she doesn’t move to take it out. Instead, she’s as still as death, her eyes closed.

That’s when my firefighter training goes into full alert.

“Shirley,” I bark. “Sweetheart, get up.”

But the teenage girl doesn’t stir … and my double cocks are the only tools for this emergency.

To be continued …