Are You Stalking Me

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Here and there you just want to watch. In any case, until everything looks good. Parker winds up eye-fucking his hot youngster stepsister Cecilia. He watches her in her night robe as she rests and even takes a look at her while she’s peeing. It’s not Parker’s shortcoming his stepsister doesn’t wear underwear around the house, who couldn’t gaze!? Cecelia at last goes up against her stepbrother. Has he been watching her? Parker doesn’t say OK yet he doesn’t say no either – passing on his stepsister to ponder.

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Consider the possibility that she shows him her tits, will he quit being such a jerk then, at that point.. Parker concurs and Cecelia takes out her peppy adolescent tits. Presently Parker needs to see her butt, Cecelia concurs – Parker contacts her. What will it take to get him off her case? A sensual caress!? Parker concurs. Cecelia takes out her stepbrother’s dick – she’s dazzled with the circumference.

She forces down her stepbro’s fat chicken which makes her pussy dribble. Presently Cecelia needs to screw her stepbrother – Parker concurs. She slides down Parker’s thick dick and stretches her own tight opening out. Parker pounds his stepsister from behind, making her cum all around his cock.

Cecelia Taylor had always thought of herself as ordinary. She spent her days working at a small-town library, cataloguing dusty books and organizing community events. She blended into the background with her plain clothes, glasses perched on her nose, and unassuming demeanor. Throughout her life, she had mastered the art of invisibility, often going unnoticed even in bustling crowds.

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But Cecelia’s mundane existence took a twist when an unexpected visitor strolled into her library on a dreary Wednesday afternoon. Parker Ambrose, a handsome, enigmatic stranger, captivated the moment he entered. With tousled dark hair and piercing blue eyes, he carried an aura of confidence that made heads turn. Cecelia found herself captivated; she could barely focus on her role as a librarian while he roamed through the aisles, running his fingers along the spines of the books.

“Hey there,” he said, catching her off-guard. Cecelia looked up, a flush creeping onto her cheeks.

“Um… hello,” she stammered. “Can I help you?”

He smiled, revealing a set of white teeth that seemed too good to be true. “I’m new in town and looking for some recommendations. Do you have a favorite particular genre?”

Before Cecelia could respond, Parker began chatting about classics, thrillers, and contemporary fiction. The animated discussion made her heart race. He was charming and charismatic, drawing her into his world, where she felt more alive than she had in years.

Over the following weeks, Parker became a regular visitor. They discussed books, shared laughs, and blossomed a friendship. But with each passing day, Cecelia felt something deepening between them—a connection that made her giddy and terrified all at once. Were their encounters merely a consequence of serendipity, or was there something more at play?

Yet unease shadowed her heart, for every time Parker left the library, she noticed a pattern: he seemed to linger after closing, often just outside the entrance, watching her as she locked up. At first, she brushed it off as a coincidence, convinced that he was simply returning to his car. Yet, as days turned into weeks, she couldn’t ignore the growing suspicion.

“Are you stalking me, Parker Ambrose?” she jokingly asked during one of their conversations, her eyes narrowing playfully.

He raised an eyebrow, laughing it off, but the laughter didn’t reach his eyes. “What? No! I promise, I’m just really interested in the library,” he replied, suddenly serious. “You just have this energy that keeps drawing me back.”

Cecelia felt a thrill—was he flirting or simply being sincere? That night, she lay awake, her heart racing. But mixed with exhilaration was doubt. She combed through his conversations, searching for clues. What did he mean by “energy”?

As the days passed, Cecelia’s unease turned into anxiety. At work, she noticed things slipping—books misplaced, strange notes left on her desk, and an uncanny feeling of being observed even within the library’s comforting walls. Sometimes, as she combed through an aisle, she’d catch glimpses of Parker at the corner of her eye, lingering longer than usual.

One evening, overcoming her fear, she decided to confront him directly. “Parker, can we talk about… you know, your visits?”

He looked taken aback. “Sure! What’s on your mind?”

“I just get the feeling… that maybe you’re interested in more than just books.” She took a deep breath, gauging his expression. “I can’t shake the feeling that you’re following me.”

For a moment, silence enveloped them, and then Parker laughed. “You think I’m stalking you? Cecelia, you’ll have to trust me. I’m not like that. I mean, I’m really drawn to you. You’re… different.”

“Different how?” she pressed, eyes narrowing.

“You’re genuine, intelligent… you make me feel alive.”

His words melted the walls she had built, but Cecelia still felt trapped, torn between attraction and her instincts. “Parker, I don’t want to be just someone in your curiosity list or the subject of your obsession.”

“Then let’s explore this together. I promise, it’s not like that. Just give me a chance,” he pleaded, imploring.

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The tension hung in the air like storm clouds. Cecelia finally relented and agreed to go out for coffee. As they stepped out of the library, Cecelia felt free for the first time, buoyed by the hope that perhaps they could navigate through this strange web together.

Yet shortly after, as they strolled down the street, her heart sank when she saw familiar figures. The same faces that had haunted her thoughts over the past weeks loomed in the shadows, watching her with keen eyes. A group of Parker’s friends, their gazes fixed on her, their laughter echoing like warnings in the fading light.

Parker noticed the shift in her demeanor and turned to follow her gaze. “What’s wrong?” he asked, concern etching his features.

“Who are they?”

“My friends,” he said, but the way he said it sent a chill down her spine. They had an unsettling way of looking at her, as if analyzing her every movement.

Cecelia halted, her instincts screaming at her to turn back. “Parker, I don’t feel right about this.”

“N-no, Cecelia. They’re okay. They’re just curious,” he said.

“A little too curious if you ask me.”

At that moment, the line between her imagination and reality blurred, and panic washed over her. She turned away, retreating back the way they came while Parker called after her.

“Wait! Cecelia!”

Ignoring his pleas, she sprinted towards the library, heart pounding, fear rising. With each step, the shadows of doubt haunted her, drawing closer. She darted inside, locking the door behind her.

Outside, Parker pounded on the glass, worry plastered on his face. “Please! Just let me explain!”

Cecelia pressed her palms against her ears, defeated. Laughter drifted into her sanctuary, a reminder of her growing disquiet. It wasn’t only about Parker; it was the unknown lurking just beyond. The whispering of shadows.

Hours passed, and she avoided her phone and any thought of Parker, but the ties of their connection seemed hard to sever. Sleep eluded her, haunted by visions of what-ifs and unbidden fears.

The next morning arrived, bringing clarity with the dawn. Cecelia decided to confront Parker one last time, but this time on her terms. She needed to uncover the truth, delve deeper into the enigma wrapped in charm.

The encounter would either solidify their connection or shatter the illusion she had built. Standing outside the library, she exhaled deeply, her breath mingling with the crisp morning air.

If the whispered shadows had anything to say, she was ready to listen.