“REALLY?!?” he thundered. “Really, Sara? After the whole ‘how could you take advantage?’ spiel?”
Sara ran a shaky hand through her dark hair and wiped her mouth. Jess’ lip gloss was still smeared and made Sara’s lips glisten. “Davis, wait-”
“No,” he snapped, slamming a fist on the island. He was surprised it didn’t leave an impression in the ancient wood. “You have no idea how messed up I’ve been. How wrong, evil I’ve felt. And you made it worse, Sara. I confided in you and you made me feel like some backwoods sex offender.”
Jess took a step toward him. “Davis, just let us expl-”
“I said NO, damn it!” Davis seethed, his chest heaving up and down.
Jess betrayed him, Sara betrayed him. Hell, even his body betrayed him. He should have been too infuriated by what he just saw to even function, but the truth was he was more turned on than ever.
He was glad that his cock was hidden. If they saw how hard he was, how every vessel in his member throbbed in exploding technicolor, it would have overshadowed how hurt he really was.
But why was he? He was attracted to them both. Whenever he thought of Sara, his cock snapped to attention. His affair with Jess was shiny and new and could definitely get his juices flowing. Two women was every man’s fantasy. He’d done it a couple of times in his life and every experience was out of this world.
He turned away from them, trying to quell the stampede of longing. It was just wrong on too many levels. While he shared no blood with either of them, he’d raised Sara and Jess was pregnant for crissakes. He had to keep the images of them in his spank bank, tucked away in his mind. He couldn’t share it or fess up or he’d admit that he was weak. It would be clear that he followed the beat of his cock and not his morals. Sara had said it herself. “It wasn’t like with us…once can be explained away as a mistake. But several times…”
He glanced back at them. There they were, both still flushed and alive with arousal. Jess’ tight little peaks were fully visible beneath her sheer shirt. Sara stole glances at her, her lips still quivering. She was a goddamn hypocrite.
“I need you to leave, Sara.”
“What?”
Davis took a breath. “Get. The. Hell. Out.”
Sara frowned. “Beg your pardon?”
“I want to speak to Jessica alone.”
Sara opened her mouth to protest, but when she saw the look of pain in Davis’ eyes, she let out a resigned sigh. “Fine.” She glanced at Jess. “I’ll be down at the beach if you need me.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Davis scoffed. His face was hot as he shot daggers at his sister. He struggled to keep his eyes on her face and not her full tits. “I’m not going to hurt her.”
“You practically raped her the last time you saw her,” Sara said quietly.
“You fucking-”
Jess held up a hand, interrupting him. “It’s okay, Aunt Sara. I’ll be fine.”
Sara gave a small nod then breezed past Davis, only stopping to swipe a beachbag of supplies. When Davis heard the door click shut, he tried to calm himself.
“What the hell are you doing here, Jess?”
Jess jutted out her lip. “I think a better question is what the hell were you thinking just bailing?”
“Jess-”
“One of the perks of dating an older guy is supposed to be that I don’t have to deal with that MIA, immature shit that guys my age pull.”
Davis cleared his throat as his heart skipped a beat. Briefly, before things got out of hand, he’d entertained the thought of dating Jess. Reality had given him a good dose of common sense. “We aren’t dating, Jess.”
Her face fell. “So I’m just a fuck to you then.”
“No!” Davis exclaimed, taking her soft arms in his. “God no. It’s just…complicated.”
Jess extricated herself from him. Her fair face was contorted with anger and hurt. “Well let me uncomplicated it for you real quick. The baby is a moot point. I got an abortion.”
Davis staggered backward. He had to grip the island to steady himself. “W-what?”
“You heard me,” she snapped. “You left. I took care of it.”
Davis’ eyes welled with tears. Jessica…his Jess. He’d put her in this mess, letting them cross the line then left without a word. She should have been the one yelling at him. “I should have been there, baby. I’m so sorry.” He held out a hand. “Can I just hold you?”
Jess nibbled her lips. Her eyes swam as well. “It was so scary, and you were gone and-” The levee broke and she sunk in his arms.
He stroked her golden hair and clasped her shaking body to his. “I’m so sorry, Jess. I’ll make it up to you, baby. I swear I will.”
She pulled back, sniffling. “You will?”
Davis nodded. “I will. Anything. Anything in the world.”
Jess smiled between the tears and Davis felt his dick thump in his flannel pants. “I want you to…um, eat me out.”
A smirk of delight played at Davis’ lips. “You do?”
“Oh yes,” she said with a moan. “I’ve missed your mouth inside me and I feel so empty-”
Davis took her lips into his, smothering out the rest. He would have lassoed the sun and moon and give it to her. His naughty little minx could lobbied for a new car, a vacation—hell, she could have blackmailed him for all he was worth. But his baby wanted him instead.
He eased her down to the hardwood floor. It definitely wasn’t comfortable on his knees, but the pain paled in comparison to the passion that consumed him.
Jess shed her clothes in an instant and Davis let out a sigh. Her body was so nubile, so perfect.
His eyes trailed down her lean neck and stopped at her hot little tits. She teased her pink nipples, nibbling her lip suggestively as she tugged and twisted.
Davis leaned forward, wanting his mouth to replace her fingers, but she cupped her breasts, shaking her head. “I want your mouth in my cunt.”
“You’re the boss,” Davis said huskily.
His hand traveled down inside his pants. He wrapped his hands around his swollen dick and jerked the length of it. His eyes widened as she pulled his hand out of his pants then lied back on the floor.
“Get to work,” she ordered.
He licked his lips as he took her in. She was a beautiful buffet laid out on the mahogany, her body all tight curves and softness.
When she spread open her toned thighs, the layers of her pussy opened and he could see inside her honey pot. It was wet with desire and his lips quivered as he saw that her perfect knob was already rock hard.
He lowered his mouth to her and let out a sigh as he took her clit between his lips. He swirled around her flesh button, eliciting moans of pleasure from his hot little nympho.
Next, he trailed his long tongue down the length of her perfect slit, teasing her opening. She was so goddamn wet…her nectar was tangy and sweet and he lapped it up with pleasure.
His tongue found its way inside her pussy and he could feel her folds pulsing and responding to his touch. He couldn’t believe he’d left her…he couldn’t believe he thought he could survive without her juicy cunt. He didn’t need water, oxygen or food. All he needed was his Jess.
“Don’t stop,” Jess begged. “PLEASE don’t stop.”
But Davis did. Eating out his daughter was amazing, but his dick was so hard he thought it’d break a hole in the floor. He had to be inside her.
He pushed his pants off. “I need you baby,” he moaned, his eyes closing as he slid inside her hole. “I have to fuck you.”
He plunged his dick into her depths, each of her pussy’s vibrations rippling across his body. He wanted to fuck her all day, all night, but he knew that he couldn’t hold back much longer. Her tight cunt just felt too good.
Davis grabbed one of her lean legs and bent it, ramming his meat even deeper in her pussy. Jess’ pussy started clamping as her whole body quaked. Daddy’s girl was coming…right on his dick.
/> He released it all, letting out a bellow that filled the room as he filled her sopping pussy. He kept pumping, wanting to savor every precious moment. He wanted to feel every contraction, he wanted his juices to overflow from her hot pitcher.
He sunk into the nape of her neck, their bodies hot and sticky with the glow that followed a good fucking.
“W-wow,” Jess stammered, letting out a chuckle. “Maybe I should get abortions more often.”
Davis reared back. “That’s not funny, Jess.” She talked about her abortion like it was no different than changing cell phone companies. She was fickle and impulsive. Hell, thirty minutes ago she was smooching his sister.
Jess squeezed his thigh. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it.”
There was something in her voice that made him doubt that. Davis glanced at her, taking in her beautiful face. She was so youthful, so naïve. He was suddenly acutely aware of their age gap. “I’m gonna go hop in the shower.”
Her baby blue eyes brightened. “Want me to join you?”
“N-no,” Davis said quickly. “You should unpack. Get settled in.”
“But I-”
“Just give me a minute Jess,” he said, a little louder than he intended. “I can’t think when you’re near me and I have a lot of thinking to do.”
He breezed from the room, trying to ignore the desire to turn around and take her up on her offer.
Chapter Eight
Awkward Dinner (Jess)
Sara had pulled out her best Ramsay and whipped together T-bones, green beans and apple pie. She’d been so excited about having a proper dinner for all of them that Jess felt it was only fair to wear something nice.
Jess cleared her throat and smoothed the front of her white linen dress. She probably should have just gone with a simple tee and shorts. Next to Davis’ polo and jeans and Sara’s plain cotton dress, she felt vastly underdressed.
“So Sara says that you liked her novel,” Davis said, cutting through the awkward silence.
“Y-yeah,” Jess said brightly, shooting a look at her aunt. “I’m really into the whole vampires/werewolves thing, so it works out.”
Davis snorted and downed his fifth glass of wine that night. “Paranormal romance is such a joke. Everyone’s just trying to be the next Twilight.”
“Davis!” Jess exclaimed, dabbing her mouth. “Aunt Sara’s work is good and it’s certainly no-”
“No,” Sara interjected gently. “It’s okay. It’s what I get for not cooking you guys lunch. Wine and an empty stomach just don’t mix.”
“I know we both appreciate what you’ve done, Aunt Sara. And dinner is delicious.”
“You had your tongue down Sara’s throat. I think you can drop the auntie act.”
Jess scowled, her lips becoming a thin line. “Don’t be a jerk, Davis. Aunt Sara made this beautiful meal and I put on a nice dress. Let’s just enjoy what’s left of our evening.” She rolled her eyes as Davis refilled his empty wine glass to the rim.
“Here, here!” he said with a dopey grin. “Here’s to a delicious dinner with two delicious women.”
Jess shot her aunt a look and Sara slid from the table, slipping the wine bottle.
“How about some water?” Sara said brightly. It’ll get us nice and lubricated for dessert.”
Davis let out a guffaw like she’d just dropped the funniest joke he’d ever heard. “Lubrication.”
Jess sipped her lemonade in silence, trying to not go back to her last experience with a drunk Davis. She’d been so depressed about the baby that she’d ignored the red flags. She’d just wanted to fuck him.
She reached across the table and squeezed his hand. “Take it easy, okay?”
“You’re the boss,” he winked.
She’d put money on his dick being good and swollen if she rested her hand in his lap, but she didn’t want to reward his behavior. He was being rude to Aunt Sara, the sister he only saw on special occasions. When he got a little liquor in his system, he became a complete stranger…or was this the real Davis underneath it all?
Aunt Sara came back to the table with a pitcher of water. “So it’s your first year at Creighton, Jessica?”
“Yeah,” Jess said, eager for a topic change. “And I-”
“You remember the summer before your first year at Creighton, Sara?” Davis interrupted.
Jess was about to slice her steak when she caught the ghostly pale look on her aunt’s face.
Sara leaned forward and Jess had to strain to even hear her words. “What do you think you’re doing?”
Davis shrugged, tracing the rim of his glass. “I’m just making conversation.”
Jess lowered her fork. Clearly she needed to get them back on track. “So yeah, it’s my first semester. I took a couple of summer classes before August, but-”
“I had too much to drink that night too,” Davis cut in. He was really good at that tonight. “Mom was railing on about spoiling her non-existent grandchildren or something another. You were smart and went out to the beach before dessert.”
“Davis,” Sara hissed. Her eyes were round and dark, like chocolate drops. “Don’t you dare.”
“I escaped after my fifth or eighth glass of wine. I walked out on the deck and made my way down to the beach.
Before I knew it was you, I lusted after the girl who spun in a circle near the tide. Her dark hair flapped in the wind. Her fingers were stretched out like she wanted to take life by the fucking balls.
It was kind of cool that night, so I found myself wondering if I could see her nipples through her thin dress. I wanted to see her, well, your, nipples.”
Jess pushed back from the table. “So I think I’m gonna head to bed.”
“But it was you,” Davis continued, ignoring the interruption. “It was my baby sister. She was the same age as you, Jess.”
My eyes went round. He didn’t…they didn’t. I mean I couldn’t judge, and they weren’t technically related, but he grew up with her. He practically raised Aunt Sara.
“You fucked my brains out,” Davis finished, tracing his lips. “I said no at first but she knew what she wanted.
I sure as hell wasn’t her first though. She moved and bounced and shook like a pro.”
Jess sat enraptured as a crack sliced through Davis’ confession. Aunt Sara had slapped him across the face.
His eyes registered pain and shock. Was it because he couldn’t believe he’d just spilled the beans, or because he couldn’t believe she’d struck him?
Jess dug her fingers into the tablecloth as her aunt tossed her napkin at Davis’ face. “You fucking bastard.”
Before Davis could say more, she lunged from her chair and stormed from the room.
It was just Jess and Davis. And the elephant in the room.
Davis rubbed his jaw. “Ouch.”
Jess shook her head. “You deserved it.”
“What?” he slurred. “It was only once.”
Jess knew he was too drunk to grasp what he said, but she scolded him anyway. “It wasn’t just your secret to tell, Davis.”
Davis just stared back at her with glassy green eyes. “Maybe something good could come out of it.”
Jess felt his hand slide up her dress. A spasm of pleasure flowered in her groin.
“Since we’re all going to hell anyway, or lots of therapy, I say we at least get a couple of communal orgasms out of it,” Davis drawled.
She shoved his hand away. “You can’t be serious.”
He pushed back from the table, staggering as he stood. He unzipped his fly and his rock hard cock sprung free.
“I’m dead serious,” he gurgled. He reached forward and pulled Jess’ head toward his crotch. “Taste how serious I am.”
She wrenched away. Now she was definitely more pissed off than aroused.
“I’m going upstairs before I clock you too.” She pushed away from the table, struggling to keep her composure as he began jerking his cock, completely oblivious of everything else.
She should have force fed him some water, but when he let out a stream of expletives, Jess decided a hangover was exactly what he deserved.
Chapter Nine
Try a Little Tenderness (Sara)
Sara Kensington wasn’t an emotional person. Her friends always joked that she was a ‘guy’s girl’ because she hated romantic comedies and barely cracked a tear during sappy movies. But when she pushed into her bedroom, Sara shook with one key emotion…rage.
What had Davis said the night she’d rashly propositioned him? Never again? He’d looked at her like she was some sort of twisted deviant for even suggesting such a thing. The nerve…the horror!
Yet minutes ago, he’d dropped their indiscretion like it was no biggie, like brothers and sisters fuck everyday.
It wasn’t that she was embarrassed. She was the one that initiated it, after all. She’d been completely sober, only drunk on the fact that she was finally getting away from her overly religious parents and starting at Creighton. Sara fucked her brother…and enjoyed the hell out of it.
The thing that bothered Sara was that he’d shared their affair so flippantly, like it meant nothing to him. They both knew that was a lie…she’d walked in on him masturbating, calling out her name. So for him to paint it like she was some jezebel seductress that took advantage of her drunken brother was a lot to swallow.
To make matters worse, he’d told Jessica.
Jess…Sara had to fight the urge to take her niece when she strut down the old staircase in her cute summer dress, her lean frame on full display. She’d bided her time, tolerating Davis’ drinks in hopes that she’d get some alone time with her niece after dinner. And then Davis ruined it all.
“Argh!” Sara screamed into a pillow, punching the soft bed beside her. She imagined it was Davis’ face. A shiner would go nicely with the handprint she’d left.
She looked up as a flurry of knocks descended at the door. “I’m SO not in the mood, Davis. Just-”
“It’s me.”
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