Jess’ voice was cool and smooth and made Sara snap to attention, her brown eyes widening. “Oh Jess. I uh-”
Jess pushed inside the room and Sara’s face reddened with embarrassment. “About what Davis said-”
“Don’t,” Jess cut in. “I mean, honestly…who am I to judge?”
Sara let out a bitter chuckle. “I guess we have something in common now.”
“Yeah,” Jess smirked. “Though seeing him blitzed is kinda making me regret it.”
Sara brushed away a stray hair. “My brother was always a lousy drunk. He just can’t hold his liquor.”
“Mind if I sit?”
“Not at all!” Sara said, a little too quickly. She felt like her attraction to Jess was a neon sign, obvious and unnerving. She couldn’t help it. Even now, though Jess only took two strides to arrive beside her, she was intoxicating. Her soft jugs shivered and shook, the hint of her cleavage making Sara’s mouth water. The smell of vanilla drifted into Sara’s nostrils and she found herself wondering if her niece tasted as good as smelled.
“So,” Sara said, smoothing away an invisible wrinkle. “I should probably explain.”
Jess furrowed her brow. “What?”
“About me and Davis,” Sara elaborated.
“No,” Jess scoffed, shaking her head then tucking a gold tendril behind an ear. “I didn’t come up here to talk about that.”
“Oh,” Sara said, a little surprised. When Davis spilled the beans about his and Jess’ tryst, she’d wanted all the dirty details. Even though she gave her brother an earful about abusing his daughter’s grief, deep down she relished his rehash of what went down. She lived vicariously through every stolen glance, every hot touch. “So what did you want to talk about?”
Jess toyed with the hem of her garment. “The kiss. Between you and me.”
“Yeah,” Sara said with a nervous giggle. “About that…”
“Do you think we could do it again?”
“Really?” Sara said, with visible shock.
Jess nodded, then shot a coy glance at her. “Davis has been great. Really apologetic and understanding about everything: the abortion, the semi-assault.” Jess struggled. “And the sex…the sex is amazing and I-” She took a breath. “I don’t know what we are. And it’s been weighing heavy on me. The only time I get any relief is when I think about our kiss. In those brief, beautiful moments, everything else fades away.” Jess raised her blue eyes to meet Sara’s. “So if you could just kiss me…” Her words trailed off as she reached out and ran a hand through Sara’s dark hair.
Sara closed her eyes and drunk in Jess’ touch. “I want you. I mean…I’ve been with women before. I’ve been with guys. But nothing, NOTHING compares to that kiss this morning.”
Jess licked her lips. “So what the hell are we waiting for?”
Sara pushed aside her reservations and just focused on the pulsing desire in her groin. Jess’ lips were so pliant, so eager to please. She pulled her niece in, wanting to feel her caress in her bones.
Jess’ lips were as juicy as she remembered, but Sara needed more. She wanted to drench her in all the passion she inspired.
Sara unzipped Jess’ dress with a flourish and let out a gasp of delight when her perfect tits tumbled free. She took them in her palms as she kissed her slender neck.
“Oh god, Aunt Sara,” Jess whispered, biting her earlobe. “I want you to fuck me. Can you fuck me please?”
Sara pulled off her purple shift and Jess reached around and unhooked her bra. Jess sunk to her knees and took Sara’s dusky, taut nipple into her mouth and suckled it. Her teeth tugged and teased it until they were so hard it hurt.
“Get on the bed,” Sara said breathlessly. “Get on the bed now.”
“Yes ma’am,” Jess giggled, pouncing on the cotton sheet. Sara gave her tight little ass a smack for good measure. Jess let out a moan of pleasure, so Sara smacked the other cheek.
Jess fell back onto the mattress, biting her bottom lip in anticipation. “You gonna fuck me, auntie? You gonna fuck me all better?”
“Oh yes,” Sara said thickly, pulling open Jess’ thighs. Her niece’s cunt was soaking her dark sheets with her juices.
She took her pointer finger and teased Jess’ honey slit. She just wanted to immerse her skin in her desire. She wanted it to consume her.
“Your pussy is so juicy,” Sara groaned. “God you’re wet.”
“It’s because of you,” Jess cooed. “It’s all for you.”
Sara lowered her face in the wetness, paying attention to her hot little knob. Her tongue flicked and swirled around it.
“Oh god,” Jess squirmed. “Oh yes!”
Sara took her clit in her mouth and sucked it good and hard. Jess’ quaking thighs set Sara on fire. She wanted to make her mark…to show her young pussy what it meant to be eaten out properly.
“I wanna taste you too,” Jess begged, repositioning. “Flip around so I can make you feel good.”
Sara perked an eyebrow. Most of the women she’d been with were takers and not too keen on dishing it out. “You wanna taste me?”
“Oh I wanna do more than taste,” Jess grinned. “I wanna bury my face in you.”
Sara flipped around. She didn’t have to be told twice.
Jess ran her hands up and down the sides of Sara’s thighs and caressed her ass. Sara let out a moan as the lips of her pussy were spread and Jess’s cool lips ventured inside.
Jess moved her tongue with a skill that far surpassed her age. She listened to Sara’s moans, focusing and teasing. She added two fingers to the mix, probing her aunt’s moist cunt. Sara rocked her hips to the rhythm of her lover’s touch. Her eyes widened as Jess found her g-spot. It was the pinnacle of sensation and every wave drowned Sara in its beauty.
“I want you to cum for me,” Jess moaned. “Cum in my mouth.”
“You want me to shoot my cum down your throat, baby?” Sara stammered, squirming back and forth. “I’m so close. Just keep fucking my pussy.”
Jess kept working it and added Sara’s clit to the mix, moving her mouth and fingers with an agility that pushed Sara to the precipice of ecstasy. Sara felt the building in the heart of her desire and burrowed her face into her niece’s sopping pussy. Their contractions matched in time as they rocked back and forth.
Sara released it as every fiber of her body exploded with sensation. She felt her gooey lust seep from her pussy and Jess kept sucking, licking every drop.
Sara clasped Jess’ body to hers, not wanting it to end. She’d asked Davis what he was thinking when he slept with his stepdaughter, but now she knew first-hand how amazing Jess was. She was the best little fuck Sara ever had.
Chapter Ten
A Voyeur (Davis)
Davis squinted against the harsh morning sun. He felt like someone clocked him with a brick. His mouth was bone dry and he felt like shit…and totally deserved it.
He pulled himself from the sleeper couch in the den, eyeballing the dinner table. He knew Sara had cooked her ass off, but the very sight of the dried out steak remnants and languid green beans made his stomach roll.
He breezed into the kitchen, swiping a tumbler and filling it with water. After the liquid quenched his thirst and steeled his nausea, the light of day shone uncomfortably bright on his stupidity.
What the fuck had he been thinking? After all the shit he gave Sara for even bringing up their hookup, a couple of bottles of wine and he let the whole torrid thing come loose?
The look on Jess’ face ripped Davis to the core, but Sara’s eyes…her eyes broke him.
He downed the rest of the glass and turned on the water, washing and putting it in the dish strainer. He walked back into the dining room and gathered the dirty plates. He scrapped the food in the trash and scrubbed the dishes clean.
He glanced over at the bare table and swiped a rag to wipe it off. While he was sure Sara would appreciate the gesture, who was he kidding? It was gonna take a lot more than doing the dishes to
make up for what he’d done.
“Apologize,” he said aloud, running a hand through his messy hair. He needed to apologize to Sara. And Jess.
He wiped his soapy hands on his jeans and started up the stairs. He’d talk to Sara first.
What would he say when she asked why he’d let it drop? He was drunk yeah, but he wasn’t black-out-slobbering-on-myself drunk. He still had control over his faculties and could still hear the voice of reason loud and clear. He’d just chosen to ignore it.
Davis stopped at Sara’s bedroom door. It was open.
He took a deep breath and stepped into the threshold. “Kid, I just wanted to s-”
His words caught in his throat when he saw his sister’s soft figure in a tangle of covers. She was butt ass naked, her buxom breasts shuddering as she breathed in and out. Her dark pink nipples were hard as rocks. She rearranged and let out a moan that made Davis’ dick snap to life. Was she dreaming about that night they spent together? Could she feel the wet sand between her fingers as he plunged his member deep in her soft pussy?
A thought flitted across his mind. Maybe he should show her how sorry he was.
He took a step forward and stopped short when he saw a tan arm spread across Sara’s fair skin.
“Son of a bitch,” he muttered. It was Jess—her naked body was snuggled up next to his sister’s.
He would have laughed, but he didn’t want to wake them. They really were a twisted family. While any red blooded man could always count on two naked women instantly getting him off, seeing two relatives together should have been as arousing as watching a horse take a shit.
But seeing his sister and his daughter in each other’s arms, content, and all nipples and pussy, turned Davis on even more.
He took a step forward and unzipped the fly of his pants, uncoiling his dick. It was already hard as cement and ready to go. He thought about them together, Jess probably taking the lead. His little girl was always so eager to please, always knew what she wanted and how to get it.
Davis jerked the length of it and bit back a moan as he imagined Sara’s little cunt moistening with anticipation. He could almost feel Sara buckling against Jess’ touch; Jess probably knuckle deep in wet pussy.
He increased the speed of his motions, squeezing his eyes shut. His two girls. He wanted them both. Could it really happen? Could they all give into their desire…together?
Davis swiped a towel from Sara’s bedside as he came close. He fought the urge to walk over to them and wake them with his cock.
He kept pumping his rock hard dick, so close to exploding it hurt. He just wanted to see their faces side by side.
He held the towel in his hand, sliding up and down his swollen length and Sara let out a lusty moan that pushed him over the edge…and her eyes fluttered open.
Davis dropped the towel and sprayed her face with his jizz.
Her brown eyes went from shock to horror as his cum dripped down her slack jawed face. “Davis? What the-”
Davis staggered backward, clutching his hard stead. “Oh god, Sara. I wasn’t…I just…”
Jess rocked awake, rubbing her blue eyes. “What’s going on?”
Sara was up now, wiping her face with the towel. “You’ve got a lot of fucking nerve.”
Davis zipped his fly, his face burning hot. “I’ve got a lot of nerve? What the hell are you doing sleeping with Jess?”
Sara snatched a shirt from the dresser, her face coursing with fury. “So let me get this straight. You broadcast our business and paint me like some cock hungry slut, watch us sleep like some fucking pervert, then shoot your load on my face…and I’m the bad guy?”
“I told you how I felt about Jess!” Davis continued indignantly.
Jess was awake now, clutching the sheet against her bare chest. “Yesterday you told me you had no idea what we were, Davis.” She ran a hand through her hair. “You can’t have it both ways.”
Davis stood flustered. He graduated magna cum laude from Columbia. Sara had a philosophy degree from Creighton and Jess barely even bothered to attend the handful of classes she had, yet he looked like the village idiot.
“I’m sorry,” he stammered, turning away. He stopped in the doorway. Running away was what he excelled at. Facing the music was the hard part. “Before I got…distracted, I was gonna come up and apologize.”
“Apologize?” Sara repeated, swiping a cigarette. “This is just a morning full of surprises.”
He shot her a look. “I shouldn’t have done it that way. It wasn’t fair to you. Or me.”
Sara lit the cigarette and took a long drag. “Don’t worry about it.”
“Sara-”
“Just go away, Davis. Thank you for apologizing.”
He pushed back into the hallway, shaking his head from side to side. “When it rains,” he muttered. “When it fucking rains.”
Chapter Eleven
Vacation Masturbation (Jess)
Jess was on vacation at one of the most beautiful beaches in the country and she hadn’t even sunk her toes in the sand.
She pulled at her bikini as she stepped out onto the winding staircase that climbed from the beach house to the golden sand. She inhaled deep, bringing the salty ocean into her lungs.
It was a little past ten a.m. and the beach was surprisingly bare with only a few people near the pier that stood in the distance. A runner huffed and puffed past.
Jess laid out her towel and tried to relax as she eased onto the sand. It should have been easy. Right now, she should have been in Western Civ., listening to Dr. Tomas drone on incessantly for an hour and a half. Instead, she was in her own private oasis. So why couldn’t she relax?
She pushed her shades down over her eyes. This whole situation had gone from crazy to bizarre. It was just supposed to be a one time with Davis thing. Instead, she became infatuated with him—his sleek good looks, his care, his rod that go hours and hours…
But when shit hit the fan, Davis was nowhere to be found. She’d broken her mom’s cardinal rule, running after some man like a bad country song. And to make it worse, Davis turned into a certified douche once he got a couple of drops of liquor in his system.
And then there was Sara.
She could still feel Sara's cool lips probing her, breathing her in. Davis definitely knew his way around her pussy, but another's woman's touch was a whole other thing. Sara knew what sensations would make Jess tremble and moan, when to linger, when to switch it up.
Jess reached into her bag and pulled out her sunscreen, squirting a dollop in her hand. She snorted as she eyeballed the milky substance, remembering her aunt's cum speckled face. Davis had walked out with his tail between his legs, but after he was caught, she and Sara had another go. Neither of them said it aloud, but the thought of Davis masturbating, so aroused by their taboo hookup, pushed them over the edge.
The three of them had already broken so many rules...could they break a few more? Jess' cunt throbbed at the thought of two of her lovers. Davis' thick cock and Sara's dripping pussy--together. A threesome.
She massaged her arms with the sticky material, envisioning Davis' lips trailing their way down her abdomen. She massaged the concoction into her pores, inhaling sharply as a flutter of pleasure echoed in her groin. She could almost feel Sara's tongue making a hot trail inside her golden thighs.
Jess arched her back as she rubbed her moistening cunt through her g string. She spread her legs and sunk her toes into the cool sand. She rocked her hips to the rhythm of the crashing waves, letting out moans that bobbed on the gentle breeze.
One of her hands found its way into her top, gripping her breast, squeezing. She wanted Sara's honeypot on her face, oozing her juices in her open mouth. She fingered her pussy, adding two fingers, stretching her throbbing hole. It wasn't Davis' rod, but as she pushed close to the edge, she could almost feel him slamming into her.
She let out a screech that shook her very core. She soared on wings of ecstasy and brushed the surface of the s
un. Her climax was all consuming and when she sunk back into her bones, she saw that her aunt was standing above her.
Sara glanced down at her with a dopey grin. “That was some orgasm.”
Jess bit her lip, pulling her bikini bottom back over her dripping pussy. “O-oh Sara. I, uh…”
“No need to explain,” Sara winked. “I just wish I was invited.” She sunk down into the sand beside Jess, letting out a yawn as her thin coverup fluttered around her like butterflies forming a crown. “I just got off the phone with my agent. ‘Happy birthday…now where the hell is the revised draft?’”
Jess’ eyes went round. “It’s your birthday?”
“Tomorrow.” She gave Sara’s knee a squeeze. “And I’m one of those people who says they don’t want a gift…and means it.”
“Well you have to want something,” Jess insisted.
“Hmm…” Sara hummed, scratching her chin. She trailed her hand up Jess’ thigh. “Well, I would like to know what got you so wired up.”
Jess shied away, embarrassed that she’d even thought such a thing. “It was nothing. Nothing important.”
Sara furrowed her brow. “Well now I have to know.”
“I, uh,” Jess swallowed. “I was kind of thinking about you. And Davis. And me.”
“A threesome?”
Jess nodded.
“Oh wow.”
Jess squeezed her eyes shut. Now she’d weirded her out. “It was stupid. Just forget I said anything.” But when Sara glanced back over at her, her face was filled with curiosity.
“You’d really be down for something like that? The three of us hooking up?”
Jess fiddled with the strap of her bathing suit. “I don’t know. I mean…probably.” She shielded her eyes against the sun. “Yes. I would.” She cracked a grin. “You want a threesome for your birthday?”
Sara tucked a brown strand behind her ear and bit her lip. “I think so. Yes. I want you both for my birthday.”
Chapter Twelve
A Threesome to Remember (Sara)
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