What would Vladimir Nabokov think?

 Not more than six months since my girls departure, I started having sex with her little cousin. That was seven years ago. It's a little late to contemplate now the morality of regularly fucking this girl half my age, but my dick would not allow me to deny what is arguably the greatest pussy to wrap her lips around it. I knew a line had been crossed. To me, it was the equivalent of a runner across the finish line. I don't know how much or little I may have contributed to her life spiraling out of control. She already produced several children, got hooked on drugs, lost her home, her pet, security, and possessions. She's been through one abusive relationship after the next. Her family is no better. The father is a selfish deadbeat, the mother and sister are drug addicts living in a trap house trailer. She has no port in the storm. 

None of this is my problem or responsibility. Having her in my home negatively affects my life. There's the conundrum. I spent years with the girlfriend suffering through her addiction, and now her cousin is on the porch freebasing who knows what. So, my emotions are twofold. I care about her on an emotional level, and I also love sex with her. My dick could happily soak in that sweet pussy till the end of my days. It's Shangri-La. This all feels selfish. 

Human evolution did not come about from men caring about women's feelings or welfare. There are eight billion people on the planet because we want to stick our dick in it. I don't apologize for that. I wished her third child would have been mine, but that's not how things played out. Any sane man would reject this girl for a women with her shit together, but men don't care for such things. We can take care of ourselves. We just want good pussy and are willing to put up with a lot of shit to get it. That's why it was placed next to the asshole. With great pussy comes a lot of shit. 

I picked her up after work, blowing off my plans with the blonde. Plans I for once was anticipating, but I couldn't say no. For once she was waiting for me. I already sent 40 for her to have shit. I don't even argue that point anymore. Addicts are like diabetics, they need it.  Simple as that. She spent the night on the porch, then was finally convinced to sleep in bed. I slept in the couch. The whole time texting the blonde that I want my place to be a refugee where she can go that doesn't have people wanting to fuck her, take advantage of her, beat her, or be in a crazy environment. Ya know, a port in a storm. She woke up, went on the porch, freebased some more, and passed out. Because she spent most of this winter freezing in a tent, I gave up my attempts to have her come back inside. All girls do this when they come here. I still take it personally, but only emotionally. They like their space. Besides, she's allergic to cats. 

The blonde wanted to come and fuck me, even suggesting we fuck right in front of her. As enticing as that would be, I declined. A threesome with those two would make my head explode. The dopamine levels would kill me for sure. I'm not worried about it. Yes, I've had a hard on all god-damned night, but  whoever gets my next load is going to complain that's it was so much. That always makes me smile. Most likely, the cousin will let me fuck her. Then later, I'll fuck the blonde. She will demand dick from me either way.