by T. L. Tate
His irate response caused Jen's laughter to be brought up short and we traded glances. It looked like we had just walked right into another one of their spats and had nowhere to escape.
Jessa's green eyes cut into dangerous slits as she leveled them at Richard. "I hope you don't think you're coming in my house like that. Go get cleaned up."
Richard stomped his foot, "Where the fuck am I supposed to do that at, huh?"
She crossed her arms over her large breasts. "There's a hose in the back yard."
I think I saw his eyes cross as his mouth hanged open, "You're joking right?"
She didn't let up, "What do you think?"
He threw his hands up in exhaustion. "This is my fucking house, too. I'm not a dog that you can rinse off outside."
She didn't say anything, only tilted her eyebrow at him. He shuddered under her glare and muttered, "I'll just use the guest bathroom."
She stared at him for a long second and then shrugged her shoulders as if she couldn't care less.
After removing his shoes, he sulked into the back of the house where the bathroom that Jen and I used was located.
The three of us stood there. I wondered how I would get cleaned up. Jen looked like she wanted to just bolt. Jessa looked...well, I don't really know. She looked tired but calculating at the same time. It was strange.
Eventually, she turned and headed back to wherever she had come from. Once she was gone, Jen came over to me.
"Holy shit! Those two are insane."
I nodded in agreement. "Tell me about it."
She was standing right in front of me and I could make out the cloying smell of lavender. I wanted to press my face in the nape of her neck and take a deep breath. She looked like she wanted to reach out for me and then remembered I was covered in grime. Her nose wrinkled, "Man, you stink!"
I reached for her in jest, "Oh yeah? Come here then and love me. I'm your husband!"
She laughed but jumped back just in time. "No way. I just got my spa on. You go get cleaned up too, baby. And once you're done..." She looked to see if Jessa was poking around the corner. When she didn't see her, she stepped closer to me. "...You're going to put a baby in me."
She winked at me and then floated away. I watched her ass bounce as my cock responded automatically. There were only two showers in this house and Richard commandeered the one I would use. "Well, I supposed turnabout is fair play." I headed towards the stairs that led to their master bathroom.
Once I made it inside, I realized that I didn't bring a change of clothes. Oh well. I guess I'll just have to wrap myself up in one of their plush towels and run back to my room. It was better than tracking mud all over the place.
Their shower was amazing. It was a rainfall shower with extra jets along the side of the wall. It cleaned places on my body I didn't even know existed. By the time I was done, the bathroom was coated in a thick layer of steam. I stepped out of the shower, dripping water on their expensive tile floor but I couldn't be bothered enough to care. After the adventure that was "Golfing with Richard", I needed a relaxing respite and that shower definitely qualified.
I reached for the towel and started patting my face and hair dry.
"My god, you've got a great body."
Her voice was so shockingly close that I nearly screamed in surprise. I dropped the towel on the floor and turned my head to the sound of the voice.
"Jessa!"
Jessa sat on the marble countertop with one foot on the ground and the other pulled on top of the counter. She was in a complete state of undress. The heavy steam plastered her straight blonde hair to her face and head. Her green eyes gleamed in the smoothness of her face, their bright lights cutting through the thickness of the steam. Her heavy breasts hanged against her body and her pale nipples were erect. Her shaved cunt was exposed with slick juices, which I knew weren't caused by the steam, moistening her lips. She had been in the act of rubbing her clit when she spoke. Her pretty face was red and she was taking long and deep breathes as her chest heaved up and down. She smiled in a leering way that made me feel more than a little uncomfortable.
I was so surprised that I forgot that I too was naked. "W-what are you doing here?"
She stuck a long, manicured finger, deep into the depths of her pussy and pulled it out. She sucked the juice from her finger and smirked. "What am I doing here? This is my bathroom. I think the question you should be asking is what you're doing in it?"
I didn't understand. "I came here to shower."
"To shower?"
"Yeah."
"Just to shower? I don't think so."
I had a hard time concentrating because she continued boldly playing with her pussy and had begun pulling at her nipples. All the while, she continued to converse with me.
"I-I'm sorry that I used your shower without permission but I needed to get cleaned up and Richard was in our shower."
She rolled her eyes at the mention of Richard's name. "I don't think that's the truth. I think you know what I'm saying."
I didn't. "What do you mean?"
She laughed, and it was a jarring sound. "I think you know."
"I'm sorry. I don't."
She smiled at me like we were co-conspirators. She placed her leg back on the ground and pushed herself up. In three steps she was right before me, her naked body pressed against mine. She was several inches taller than Jen, but still the top of her head only came up to my chin.
Her large breasts squished against me as her hand moved to the root of my cock and started manipulating it. I jumped back.
"What the fuck are you doing?" I lunged for the towel that I dropped and she quickly stomped on it.
She smiled with a wicked glee in her eyes. She held her finger up to her lips. "Shush. You don't want Jen to come in here looking for you, do you? What do you think my poor broken little sister would think if she saw you in the bathroom with me, huh? We're both completely naked or had you forgotten?"
I could picture it now. Jen would come in here and light the place up. There wouldn't be a place I could hide or an explanation I could give her to convince her that I wasn't doing anything wrong. She's much more of a shoot first ask questions later, type of girl. And the fact that she hated her sister would only make things worse.
"I don't understand. Why are you doing this?"
She leered, "Oh, I have my reasons. The chief among them is that I've wanted to fuck you for years. Now that I have you, I'm not going to let you go until you fuck me."
It was then that I understood what all those uncomfortable glances of hers were about. She wanted me.
I stepped back until I ran into the shower door. "Please leave, Jessa. I'm not interested in you. I love my wife...your sister. I'm not going to have sex with you."
Jessa looked unperturbed. She walked towards me and slowly slid down to her knees. She grabbed my soft cock and worked it back and forth in her mouth then her words froze me to the spot. Tilting her head she asked, "What do you think would happen if I screamed right now? Huh? Who do you think she's going to believe at first? Sure, maybe at some point you'll get her calm enough to tell her what happened, but even if you do she'll never forgive you. She'll leave you and you would've given that brat just one other reason to hate the world. She's so pitiful and broken. It's funny. But right now, it benefits me."
She was right. I knew that she was right but I didn't care. I didn't want any of this...but...how could I hurt Jen like this...again? If she came in here it would destroy her.
Jessa had my cock standing at half-mast when she wrapped her lips around the tip and sucked my cock inside of her mouth. Her mouth was dripping wet and my cock popped out of her mouth soaking.
Regardless of my intentions, she was forcing blood to gather in my cock and it was steadily growing. Soon it would be throbbing. My only hope was to reason with her and find a way out of this mess.
"Jessa, she's your sister and you're married. You don't want to ruin two marriages just for the sake of a
single lay."
She pulled my cock out of her mouth where she had been performing her magic and caused it to throb in her hand. She looked up at me and there wasn't an ounce of regret or levity in her eyes. "My marriage has been over for years. Richard and I don't even sleep together. I'm not talking about sex. God, we haven't had sex in 5 or 6 years. I meant that we don't sleep in the same bed. He sleeps in the guest bedroom. I could give less than two shits about that limp dick prick." She quickly licked up and down my cock and slid it back into her mouth. She pulled it back out to continue our conversation. "As for my dear sweet little sister...God, I hate her."
It was getting difficult to concentrate. Her hand continued to work my cock back and forth and I felt my body reacting positively to her manipulations. I hated myself for it. "Hate her? Why would you hate her?"
She spat, "Why wouldn't I hate her? She's so fucking selfish and self-absorbed."
Pot meet the motherfucking kettle!
"What are you talking about? From what I heard, she was always ignored. Your parents doted on you, not her."
"Doted? Ha!" She spat again. My cock was dripping with her spit and she slid her hand back and forth at a furious pace. "Right! I got all the attention from that pair of sanctimonious bastards while she ran away to college and left me there all alone. Do you have any idea what it was like? Pretending to be their perfect little girl just so that they wouldn't harass Jen? I did everything for that selfish little cunt and that little bitch didn't even so much as thank me! Instead, the first chance she got she ran away. She ran as far away as she could while I was stuck back home with two parents that care more about keeping up appearances than being actual parents. Don't you get it? She got away while I was forced to stay there and put up with their controlling bullshit! They were the ones the forced me into marrying Richard. It was either that or lose out on my inheritance. Fuck them! Fuck her! So yeah, I'm going to fuck you. I'm going to take what my precious sister holds so dear and I'm going to cream all over it. I'm going to fuck you until your cock breaks and then I'm going to go smile in her selfish little bitchy face."
I was frozen. I don't think I've ever known anyone to be so full of vehemence for their own family before. Sure, there was no love loss from Jen, but she never spoke that badly about her sister. Instead there was a sort of willful neglect and avoidance. But Jessa saw things differently. She wanted to hurt Jen. She wanted to tear her apart and leave her a shriveling mess on the ground.
In that moment I figured out that no matter how things turned out, Jessa would have exactly what she wanted. If I alerted Jen and she came running in there to catch us, she would be hurt and heartbroken. If I didn't say anything she would still have the satisfaction of knowing what she had accomplished. She would spend each day knowing that she had singlehandedly destroyed the purity of our marriage. It was the proverbial rock and a hard place.
She smiled up at me as she saw the realization flash across my face. "Ah, there it is. You just realized how screwed you are. Mmmm! I love this. I love making strong men bend under my will." She gave my cock one final suck and then stood and walked over to the counter.
She pushed herself on top of the counter until her back touched the mirror and her waist was hanging off the edge. Her perfectly shaved cunt was begging to be stuffed. I knew what I had to do. I walked towards her, my dick swinging with ever step I took. She continued gloating as I walked.
"I know you saw me watching you last night. I loved watching your tight ass move and my jaw dropped when I saw how impressive your cock was. It's so thick and curved, just how I like it. I forced you boys to go out just so that I could get Jen alone. I realized pretty quickly that you didn't tell her that I was watching you two last night and I knew that was because you secretly loved it." I started to deny her claim and she held up her hand to my mouth, stopping my words. "Don't deny it. You've always wanted to fuck me. Guys are nothing but beasts, ruled by their little pricks. When you saw me you got excited didn't you? You want to fuck me? You want to slide your cock inside of me? Then do it. Fuck your wife's sister while she's right below us. Cum inside of me. Mark me. You know that's what beasts do." She pulled her legs up and spread her pussy. Her clit was swollen and her lips were practically dripping she was so excited.
I grabbed my cock but couldn't do it. "Please, Jessa. I don't want this."
She repeated once more, "If I scream, who do you think they'll believe? You or me?" I knew she wasn't bluffing. Still, to prove her point she took a deep breath and let out a loud piercing scream that was so shrill that my ears rung for minutes afterwards. I quickly clamped my hand over her mouth so that it came out as a loud chirp. I only prayed that Jen didn't come to check what that sound was.
I glared at her, hate in my eyes. She smiled sweetly. She knew she had my nuts in a vice.
I closed my eyes and thought about Jen. Her smile. Her body. Her touch. When I opened my eyes it wasn't Jessa that was seated before me, it was Jen. Her voice still echoed in my mind, "Put a baby in me."
I held on to that voice and that mirage as I lined my prick up to Jessa's pussy. She smiled triumphantly as I pressed inside of her with slow mechanical motions.
She pressed her head against the mirror and sighed, "Yes! Finally!"
I could tell right away that she wasn't lying about the lack of sex. Her pussy clamped down on me like it wanted to strangle me from the ground up. Her pussy was tight but it was all wrong. It didn't curve to greet me like Jen's pussy did. It didn't massage all the sensitive spots on my cock like Jen's pussy would. It wouldn't take all of me like Jen's pussy. When I hit her cervix there was still cock unaccounted for. I felt like an explorer traipsing thru unexplored territory. It was like I had to force my way thru the brush and carve out a proper pathway. I didn't like it. But I wasn't there because I liked it. I was there because I didn't want Jessa to hurt my wife.
I glanced up at Jessa and her eyes were closed with her head pressed against the mirror. Her mouth was open as she breathed shallowly. When she finally opened her eyes, her green orbs were molten. She smiled but there was too much teeth to be considered a comely expression.
"Fuck! That's good. Give it to me, Lance. Fuck your sister-in-law." She reached forward and placed her hands on my hips. Pulling herself forward, she wrapped her legs around me and squeezed. She wasn't planning on letting me run away now that she had me.
Again, I tried picturing Jen but Jessa's face was right before my eyes. So I closed my eyes. There she was—dark, moody, full of spirit and sexy as hell. Her body opened up to accept me in just the right way. She smiled as I pressed inside of her and screamed as I stretched her out. Jen was my fantasy. She was my goddess made reality. With my eyes closed, I continued fucking my faux-wife while her sister continued to receive my swollen cock.
"That's right, Lance. Fuck me. Soil me that that fat fucking cock."
I grunted in response to her but in my mind I responded back to my wife. You like this dick, baby. Here have some more!
"God, it's so good. Its better than I thought it would be."
I'm going to make you scream out my name.
"Fuck! Lance! Yes, Lance! Fucking drill me, baby!"
I'm going to fuck your pussy up. You won't be walking straight for days.
"Goddamn! I can't take this anymore. I'm going to fucking cream all over that dick. You're going to make me cum, baby! I'm going to fucking cum on your cock!"
Yeah, I love it when you cum on my cock. Give me all that sweet cum, baby.
"Fuck! Don't you fucking stop you motherfucker! Don't you fucking stop fucking me!"
I'm going to fuck you until you can't take it anymore.
"That's it! Oh! Yes! Right there, baby! Fuck me right there!"
Cum on this dick, bitch! Cum for daddy!
"Fuck! Lance I'm cumming! I'm cumming so fucking hard!"
I was close. I felt myself losing it. Then Jessa's hands grabbed the side of my face as her thumbs peeled back my eyelids. She was staring straight
at me with an exuberant smile on her face.
Before I could speak she yelled, "You're not fucking your wife right now, you son-of-a-bitch! Look at me!" She grinned. Tilting her head back she looked like she was in her prime. "Look at me as you fill me up with your cum! Look at me as you put your baby in me!"
She knew why my eyes were closed. The entire time I was fucking her I was fantasizing about my wife. But now that she so rudely pulled me back, that fantasy dissolved and I was confronted with the mess of my own creation. If she had called out to me like this even one minute earlier then I could've pulled myself back. I could've stopped. But now I was well passed the point of no return and I felt my testicles squeeze as the root of my cock pulsated, forcing volumes of my seed through my cock.
She came so hard that I thought she would crush my cock. Her hungry pussy sucked every ounce of sperm from my cock and drank it greedily. She shivered as her pussy sucked me up and I fell forward. Shame and release rocked my body at the same time, nearly causing my mind to implode.
What have I done?
Just as soon as the pain of betraying my wife crested my heart, Jessa grabbed my face and smashed her lips to mine as she rocked her hips back and forth. I was so numb that I didn't resist while she spread my lips and her tongue forced its way inside my mouth. My mind was elsewhere. It only occurred to me in passing that this was the first kiss we shared. Not that it should matter but for some reason the thought of kissing her felt like an even worse betrayal of my wife than sleeping with her sister.
When she finally released me she smiled salaciously. "Well, I'd say that went well. Wouldn't you?"
I didn't respond. What could I say? She had gotten precisely what she wanted. I played my part perfectly and now I was little more than a pawn in her hands.
My softened cock slid out of her and across the counter, leaving a small pathetic trail of fluid in its wake.
Jessa's hand flew down to her pussy as she quickly dipped two fingers in her hole, her green eyes burning a hole in the center of my body. I've never felt so filthy in my life. Jessa continued to smile as she pulled her wet fingers out of her slit and used my sperm to lubricate her clit. She slowly worked her clit in small circles as she watched me climb back into her shower. This time the rainfall shower and added jets didn't seem so much like an oasis as they did scalding whips attempting to flay my filthy skin from my body so that I wouldn't touch my wife with its corruption.