A Family Affair (A Taboo Tale #2) (6 page)

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
sun. 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)

Sara's fingers quaked as she slipped on her
cocktail dress. She could hear Jess and Davis milling around
downstairs, their excitement as real as the doubt that bloomed in
Sara's stomach.

It was Sara's birthday...and yesterday Jess
had said she wanted to give her the world. Just one smile, one kind
word from her niece was as satisfying as world peace. And in
bed--well, she wanted to stay tangled in the covers until her mouth
became a part of her lover; she wanted to melt in her taste.

But instead of asking for something normal
and not morally ambiguous, when Jess asked her what she wanted for
her birthday, her reply was, "You. I want both of you."

After Jess picked her jaw off the floor, and
Sara assured her that she was being as serious as a heart attack,
they’d gone back to the house to talk to Davis. He’d laughed and
said he was ready to go that instant.

Sara wasn't.

Even now, with the moonlight filtering in
from her open window and the two of them waiting downstairs, she
wished she could take it back.

It wasn't that she didn't want to. She'd
dreamt of it...Davis' cock in her mouth, her legs spread wide with
Jess in between. She wanted Davis to take her from behind as she
buried her face in Jess's tight hole. The sensations...the endless
possibilities. They made her ache with want.

But goddamn it if her conscience wasn't
giving her an earful. It was easy to ignore its plea with her
tongue sucking Jess's rock hard nipples, but now it was just her
and her thoughts. Jess was her niece. Davis was her brother. Was
she really going to do this? Were they really going to engage in a
family affair?

She stepped up to the full length mirror,
taking in her reflection. She swept her long hair into a bun.

"You should wear it down." Jess stood in the
doorway, wearing a paper thin black dress that swished at her
ankles. Sara could see her taut nipples through the soft
fabric.

“
It’ll be all over the place
if I wear it down,” Sara said quietly.

“
But it’s so beautiful,”
Jess said with a smile. “
You’re
so beautiful.”

Sara closed her eyes as Jess walked into the
bedroom, running her cool fingers down her bare arms. Jess made her
way back to the neck, massaging the area with a knowing grin.
"Nervous?"

"That's an understatement," Sara snorted. She
bowed her head, focusing on Jess' strong fingers on her tight
muscles. "That feels nice."

Jess leaned in, her lips brushing Sara's
ears. "You know what'll feel even better?"

"Mm?"

"Two sets of hands exploring your body."

Sara extricated herself, letting out a
nervous chuckle.

Jess reached out and took her hand. "If
you're not sure-"

Sara shook her head. "I'm sure."

Jess' face brightened. "Awesome! You should
see the tent Davis set up. It really looks like something out of
Aladdin."

Sara rolled her brown eyes. "That sounds like
Davis, everything has to be dramatic and dialed up to a
hundred."

Jess pulled at her drawstring dress and the
strap fell, revealing a perfectly tanned breast.

Sara's mouth watered. "Oh wow..."

Jess took a step toward her, licking her
lips. "If you think this is dumb, we could just celebrate. Just me
and you."

Sara let her proposition marinate, though it
was a difficult task with Jess wincing as she squeezed and twisted
her solid peaks. But now that she knew they were both down for a
threesome, deep down she was acutely aware of the regret that would
simmer and eat away at her if she walked away from this
experience.

She fought the urge to throw her niece down
and ravage her body and gave her head a good shake. "No, I'm sure,
Jessica. This is a fantasy of mine too. Right or wrong, I'd never
forgive myself if I walked away now."

She hushed her doubts and followed Jess out
the backdoor. The wood ramp was warm on her bare feet as they made
their way down to a nook not far from the tide.

Jess hadn't been exaggerating. The tent was
white and billowed as the salty breeze rippled by, whipping dark
tendrils across Sara's face. It looked like something from Arabian
Nights, all intrigue and luxury on the pale sand.

When she stepped inside the tent, awe robbed
her of words.

An ebony blanket sat in the center of the
tent, surrounded by a sea of candles that released a spicy, exotic
smell. Multicolored scarves hung like spider webs, taking Sara back
to the summer she spent abroad, studying in Turkey. The crash of
the waves rivaled the thunder of Sara's heart as she whirled around
and saw Davis in the doorway of the tent, stark naked. Her eyes
roamed down his chiseled chest, stopping at his groin. His cock was
erect and ready. Before she could utter a word, Davis walked up to
her. He grabbed her hand and put it on his hardened member, letting
out a moan as he slid her hand up and down the length of him.

Sara's pussy quivered as she felt the precum
coat her palm.

"It's been a long time since I've touched
your cock," Sara said hoarsely.

"Yes it has," Davis said, taking her face in
his hands. "Too long."

He took her mouth into his and Sara lost
herself in his soft lips. His tongue was hot and hungry, swirling
around her own as Sara jerked his steel rod.

Sara let out a gasp of surprise when Jess
tugged at her hand, spinning her around. Jess' mouth replaced
Davis'. She sunk her teeth in Sara's bottom lip as she shed her
dress.

Davis' firm hands gripped her buttocks and
Sara responded to his touch, letting out a cry of delight as he
parted her curvy ass and slid a finger down her envelope.