A Family Affair (A Taboo Tale #2)

by Violet Williams

  The guest bed sheets were starched and rarely used and the mattress barely had any give. What did he expect? Even as a kid, the family barely frequented the Emerald Isle house. They had several all over the country and his mother always found the neighbors too nosy and the beaches too sparse.

  He'd always relished the old house with its spindly legs that reached out to the sea. The house had character and walls and nooks filled with secrets.

  Davis stretched his arms above his head, remembering the biggest one of all. He'd come to the house after Sara's graduation, the whole Kensington clan under one roof. Most of that weekend was fuzzy and filled with lots of alcohol...but he remembered that night.

  He'd stumbled down to the beach, away from his mother's probing questions about grandchildren and his father's steely blue eyes.

  Sara had beat him to it, and was frolicking in the cool water, her thin white dress revealing her petite frame.

  He'd covered his groin, embarrassed that his desire was on full display. His mom and dad adopted her when she was days old. He'd changed Sara's diapers for crissakes; he'd put the fear of god in overeager ex-boyfriends. She was his baby sister.

  But she'd beckoned to him like a siren, her ebony hair hanging in wet ringlets around his face. The liquor had probably made him more pliable and numb to the consequences of his actions, but he'd felt it all. Her salty, warm mouth on his, her lithe, soft body glued to him. Even now, he could feel her rock hard peaks against his chest. God he'd felt invincible that night...he'd taken her down to the sand and buried his cock inside her. Her moans had tickled his ears and driven him wild. She'd never been so beautiful, so intoxicating.

  He could hear Sara milling about now, humming from the master bedroom. Did she still wear those paper thin nightgowns that looked like whispers on her skin? Was her bush still as soft and virile as he remembered?

  "Fuck," Davis whispered hoarsely as his swollen cock taunted him. Davis Kensington...a man that truly only thought with his cock. Was his tryst with Jessica really such a surprise? After lying with one’s sister, everything else should have been as easy as breathing.

  He moved his hand beneath the sheet, taking hold of his stead. All eight and a half inches of him stood at attention, his body immediately responding to the erotic touch. He imagined them together...Jess with her angelic, golden hair and Sara, the smoldering temptress, both on their knees before him.

  Their lips were cool and warm on his cock, every sensation magnified and intense. They fought over tasting him, their breasts swinging like pendulums until they succumbed and Jess went first. She took all of it in her mouth and he could feel her need to please him. Sara was next, her chocolate eyes on him as she flicked and teased the head of his cock.

  "Sara," Davis moaned, sliding his hand up and down his cock. "Oh god baby...SARA!"

  Davis' eyes went wide as he turned and saw his sister standing in the door. A spasm of delight went through him as he saw that she did in fact still wear the sexy little sheer numbers he remembered. The one she wore now was black and made of a mesh that teased her soft curves underneath.

  "Oh god I'm sorry!" Sara squealed, turning away.

  "What the fuck!" he exclaimed, covering his erection.

  "I thought you were calling me," she explained. "I didn't know you were-"

  She stood in the doorway, her tight little ass close enough to touch. He wanted to reach over and pull her to him. He wanted her so bad.

  “So I-”

  Davis shook his head, trying to quell his desire. "Well…you can go."

  Sara turned a bit, her face red. "If you want, I could, uh, help and-"

  "NO," Davis thundered, his eyes going round. "That one time? That was it. Never, ever again."

  She faced him fully, the hurt evident on her face. "Am I that appalling? Is it so inconceivable that you could possibly want me?"

  "You're my sister," Davis said quietly. "I was older, I should have known better."

  "Davis-"

  "I should have known better!" he insisted. "But I took advantage of you. And I took advantage of her."

  Sara furrowed her brow. "Her? Who?"

  Davis closed his eyes. The truth would have to come out sooner or later anyway. "Jessica," he said finally. "I slept with my stepdaughter."

  Chapter Five

  Mile High Club (Jess)

  Kara twirled a crimson strand around her finger as she drug Jess' suitcase through the busy airport terminal.

  "Are you sure about this, Jess?" she asked, her face scrunched with worry. "I'm not even think you should be flying in your condition."

  "I had an abortion, I'm not an invalid," Jess said acidly, fumbling for her boarding pass.

  Kara held up her hands as they reached the security checkpoint. "I'm not judging you. Hell, you're eighteen and I know Clay Roberts is far from father material. I just don't get what the hurry is. There's midterms and-"

  Jess whirled to face her friend. "I really appreciate you going with me to the clinic and helping me out Kara, but I can take it from here." She glanced at her watch. "I should go...the plane boards in thirty minutes."

  Kara let out a weary sigh but hugged her friend anyway. "Well text me when you land at least. And be safe."

  Jess smiled, giving Kara a good squeeze. "Always."

  She pushed into the line, stepping out of her flip flops. Kara had a point...what the hell was the rush? She should spend this time reflecting or focusing on school. Instead, she was standing in the airport, about to board a flight to RDU. She just had to see Davis...especially now that she'd taken care of the thing. They could do it right this time. She just had to make him understand.

  Once she cleared security, Jess weaved into the airport, making her way through the bustling throngs in the terminal. The smell of espresso invaded her nostrils. A nice cappuccino was exactly what she needed.

  She gazed at the expansive menu. They had everything under the sun from au laits to macchiatos.

  "Kind of overwhelming, huh?" a voice piped beside her.

  Jess turned to her right and smiled at the man who stood next to her in line. He was mid 30's with strawberry blonde hair. His body was lean and athletic and he was clad in a crisp white shirt with airline insignia. The thing that really drew her was his eyes...they were vibrant and wild--just like Davis'.

  "Yeah," Jess said, crossing her arms. "I just want a cappuccino."

  "Oh they make a killer capp here," the man grinned. He jutted out his hand. "Mark."

  Jess shook it. "Jessica." She took a step forward. "So you're a...pilot?"

  He let out a chuckle. "Not quite. Flight attendant."

  "Oh," Jess said, her cheeks burning. "That's cool."

  "But where's my ditzy personality and double D rack?" Mark joked. "I studied law but my heart was never in the courtroom. Now I see the world."

  "Lucky you," Jess said nervously. She was glad she was next in line. Mark seemed nice enough, but she didn't need any distractions. She had to be on her A game when she saw Davis.

  She swiped her coffee and headed to her gate, arriving just as boarding began. They'd already called first class, so she just slid in line.

  Once she was on the plane, she stuffed her suitcase in the compartment and sunk into her seat.

  When she heard a familiar voice, her heart stuttered in her chest. It was Mark. When their eyes met, he gave her a toothy grin that made her want to melt in a puddle.

  "Fancy seeing you here," he said with a wink.

  "Yeah," Jess said, chewing her lip. "Fancy." She did an unconscious facepalm. What the heck was wrong with her? What was it about this man that reduced her to a bumbling idiot?

  But as she fastened her seatbelt, she knew the answer. Davis had awoken a primal need for an older, more patient and skilled lover. And the fact that this man didn't have the pesky hangups of being her stepfather just sweetened the pot.

  As the plane prepared for liftoff, Jess found herself stealing glances at Mark. She wondered what it woul
d feel like if she buried her fingers in his hair, drawing him to her chest. His lush lips would probably feel amazing on her ample 38C tits. She could already feel her nipples hardening as he gave her a wink and made his way to his seat for takeoff.

  The engines buzzed to life and Jess dug her fingers into the armrest. The vibrations were sending wave after wave of pleasure through her body. She ran a shaky hand through her blonde locks. That settled it...she was gonna join the mile high club.

  When the seatbelts light dinged off, Jess swiped a bit of the SkyMall magazine and dinged the call button. A female attendant moved to answer the call, but Mark stopped her, striding toward Jess with a smirk at his lips.

  "What can I-" he closed his mouth as she passed him the note. He turned and walked down the aisle. After he pulled back the curtain, Jess unbuckled her seatbelt and made her way to the bathroom.

  When Mark pushed inside, she pounced on him, her lips exploring his.

  He pulled back, caressing her cheek. "Take it easy, Jessica. It's a three hour flight." He ran his hands down the length of her body, tracing her curves. His fingers were at her tennis dress, sliding his tips into the string on her thongs.

  Jess let out a moan of delight as his thick fingers probed her honey slit, swirling in her juices.

  She slid onto the sink and spread her legs.

  Mark crouched to his knees, eyeing her pussy with anticipation.

  "You have the most beautiful cunt I've ever seen," he cooed.

  "It tastes even better than it looks," Jess teased. But when Mark spread her soft lips and buried his mouth in her pussy, he didn't tease or toy. His tongue found his way to her hot little knob and swirled about it before taking it between his lips and sucking it.

  Jess threw her head back, not even minding the jolt of pain as it collided with the mirror.

  His mouth found its way to her juicy warmth. He let out a moan of pleasure as he worked his mouth, sending vibrations of delight over Jess's body.

  She grabbed a tuff of his hair and pulled him out from between her legs. "Fuck me. I NEED you to fuck me."

  He took a step back and unzipped his fly as Jess slid from the sink and turned to the toilet. She braced her hands on the plastic seat, perking her tight ass in the air.

  Mark gave it a cracking slap that evoked a moan from Jess.

  "Give me your cock," she begged. "Give it to me NOW."

  She sunk her teeth into her tender bottom lip as he entered her velvet pussy, sliding inside her moistness like a butterknife sliding through a slice of chocolate cake.

  His hands were firm and sure as he crashed into her, plunging his cock deep inside her.

  "God that pussy feels good on this cock," he moaned. He lifted one of her legs and penetrated her even deeper, his thrusts swift and carnal. He wanted her and that knowledge set Jess on fire.

  "I want you to cum inside me," Jess said hoarsely, her eyes rolling back in her head. "I want you to melt into me."

  "Oh that can be arranged," Mark said, his movements wild and frenzied. "Your pussy just feels so good...I don't think I can hold on any longer."

  "Then don't," Jess goaded. "Cum in my pussy. Fill me up, baby."

  "Oh god," Mark said through clenched teeth. "I'm coming. Oh god I'm COMING!"

  Jess knew it already--she felt him shoot his warmth deep inside her, his strong body shuddering. But now that she was coming down from her high, she suddenly felt hollow and empty like someone scooped out her insides.

  "You were amazing," Mark grinned. "I should get your-"

  Jess turned the volume off, closing her eyes. Why had she thought fucking some stranger would bring her any peace? Didn't her roll in the hay with her ex teach her anything?

  Chapter Six

  An Attraction (Sara)

  "Well isn't this a, uh, great surprise!" Sara said, hoping that her grimace came off as more of a smile.

  Jessica stood in her doorway, suitcase in hand with her golden skin glittering beneath the afternoon sun. Sara had only met Jess once, at Davis and her mother's wedding. She remembered being slightly jealous at how Jess had commanded attention in a violet dress that accentuated her youthful curves and turned heads with her flowing hair and a daisy behind an ear. She'd exuded fresh sensuality and everyone slurped it up. Sara was just the frumpy writer whose days were spent lounging, waiting for inspiration…and her relaxed lifestyle had padded her curves that used to cut and tease.

  That had been over a year ago but Sara still felt a spark of that feeling. Jess was still breathtaking, even with shorter hair and her body masked in an oversized coverup.

  Sara shepherded her niece indoors, lugging her heavy carry on. How long was she planning on staying?

  Jess stood in the foyer, scanning the room in awe. "Davis always talked about how great the Carolina summer house was but clearly he was downplaying it." She traced an antique end table with multicolored vases and framed butterfly wings. "This place is fantastic!"

  Sara perked an eyebrow. "I've seen Davis' McMansion. This place is like the slums compared to that atrocity."

  Her niece stopped and stared at an old Vogue ad Sara picked up at a garage sale. "No Aunt Sara, this place is amazing." She touched the edge of the sign and let out a small chuckle. "It's artsy and low key. The perfect hideaway for a creative."

  Sara smiled in spite of herself. Davis always called her things rusty junk. It was nice to see someone find the value and beauty beneath the age and wear.

  "So does Davis know you're in town?" Sara asked, leading Jess into the kitchen.

  "Nah," Jess said with a nervous smile. "I just really needed to see him." Jess walked over to the nook and climbed onto the stool. "It was kind of an impromptu trip. I hope that’s okay."

  "Of course!" Sara walked to the fridge and pulled out a jug of apple juice. "How long are you in town for?"

  "Not sure," Jess replied with a shrug. "That kind of depends on Davis."

  Sara bristled at the way her brother's name fell from her lips. It was like she peeled back the layers to what was beneath. She said his name as one spoke of a lover--all stolen glances and flushed cheeks.

  Stop it, she thought silently. Davis had told her the whole story, all about Jess' abusive boyfriend and the pregnancy. She didn't envy her soap-style drama.

  Sara cleared her throat and slid a tumbler in front of her niece. She felt like she should say something nice or aunt-like. "How's school going?"

  "It's okay," Jess said, her big blue eyes on the granite countertop.

  "You on break?"

  She glanced up and gave Sara a smile that made heat rush to her face. "Something like that."

  Sara stood up a little taller, suddenly very aware that she was in a ratty Columbia t-shirt and cut off shorts.

  Jess swiped an old spiral that sat on the counter and her eyes went round. "Is this what I think it is?"

  Sara took a step to snatch it back, but her niece was already flipping through the coffee stained pages.

  "It's just a bit of scribblings," Sara replied embarrassedly. "It's really rough." Her heart stuttered in her chest as she held her breath. The editor at Hawkings Publishing had called the story 'choppy' and 'unbelievable". She had to remind him that it was a paranormal romance about gifted humans that could shift into animals.

  Jess’ eyes met hers and she realized that she was holding her breath. She'd spent three months on Full Moon and invested heart and soul in the characters. The editor’s dismissal of her work had been a punch to the gut. If Jess, her target audience, thought it was bollocks, she'd be devastated.

  "Aunt Sara," Jess said, her face unreadable. "It's freaking amazing!"

  Sara let out a whoosh of air and a nervous round of laughter. "You like it? Really?"

  "Like it? I LOVE it!" Jess exclaimed, tucking a blonde strand behind an ear. "I like that the protagonist isn't a damsel in distress. She's totally relatable. I mean, I only read a couple of pages and I totally want to get a drink with her."

  "A virgin d
rink I hope," Sara said with a wink.

  Jess shared her own. "Of course." She closed the tablet. "I'd really love to read the whole thing. If that's okay."

  Not even thinking, Sara wrapped her arms around her niece and pulled her close. "You have no idea what that means, Jess. Thank you so much!"

  Jess pulled back a little, her face only inches from Sara's. "Don't thank me. I should thank you for even letting me read it. It's awesome. Really awesome."

  Sara's eyes trailed to Jess lush, thick lips as they curled at the side. She had such a beautiful mouth. She found herself entranced, wondering what it would feel like if she kissed her.

  She leaned in and planted a gentle kiss on her niece’s parted lips. Surprise registered on Jess's face and Sara half expected her to recoil in horror, but instead, Jess closed her eyes and brought her fingers to her lips. The way her fingers trembled as she gave a small smile made Sara blossom with arousal.

  Jess leaned in the second time, gently caressing Sara's cheek as she planted a whisper of a kiss that made Sara moan with desire.

  Sara pulled Jess in, her hands roaming over the delicious curves she'd envied thirty minutes ago. Her palms rested on Jess's ass, squeezing it tight as she jutted her tongue in her niece’s warm mouth.

  She could feel Jess' desire radiating and sinking inside her. She knew her pussy was moist. She wanted to see if it was mutual.

  Sara started raising her niece’s skirt.

  "Jess? Sara?"

  Sara's arms fell to her side as she looked past Jess to her brother. His salt and pepper hair was tangled and wild and his chest rippled through his t-shirt as he hyperventilated.

  "What the fuck is going on here?!?" Davis thundered.

  Chapter Seven

  Makeup Sex (Davis)

  He knew he was yelling.

  He could hear the rattling of the windows as his deep voice echoed through the otherwise quiet house. He was in shock—he just couldn’t believe his fucking eyes.