MARRIED FOR THE WEEKEND
by
Jean-Luc Cheri
AMAZON EDITION
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Married for the Weekend
Copyright © 2015 by Eradygm Publishing
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Book description:
An erotic novella.
Daniel Crane has a problem. His business associates think he’s married, but his wife died several years ago. Now they want him to join them on a weekend retreat, and bring his wife along. And they’re not taking no for an answer.
The solution to his problem is twenty-year-old Ashley, Daniel’s sexy step-daughter, who’s agreed to pretend to be his wife for the weekend. But the weekend turns out to be much more sexual than they anticipated, and the father and daughter struggle to walk the line between convincing everyone they’re husband and wife, and keeping their secret incestuous desires in check.
Contains graphic descriptions of incestuous sex. Adults only.
35,634 words, or 143 standard pages, in length. (Not including supplementary material)
Table of Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Epilogue
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Married for the Weekend
Chapter 1
“Okay, Kelli, I’ll meet you at the mall in an hour. See you then.”
I clicked off my cell phone and leaned back on my bed, dressed only in my bra and panties as I stared at the ceiling. It felt good to be home for the summer after a long, grueling sophomore year at college. I couldn’t believe I still had two years to go. I wanted to be done with school.
After a few minutes, I got up and put on a pair of short shorts and a halter top – one that left my midriff bare and the tops of my large breasts exposed. After slipping on my sneakers, I grabbed my cellphone, keys, and purse and headed downstairs.
My dad was on the phone in the living room, and I veered into the kitchen, wanting to grab something quick to eat before I headed out. I decided on half a bagel and iced tea, and wandered into the living room to tell Dad what I was up to.
He wasn’t my real father, who died when I was six, and who I had only a few hazy memories of. My mom got remarried to Daniel when I was ten. He scared me at first, because he was so big and gruff. Not fat – just tall and muscular – which I guess was due to the construction business he ran. He was younger than her – just twenty-six to her thirty-three when they were married.
Then the unthinkable happened – my mom got sick when I was thirteen and died a year later. That left my stepfather and me alone, and to be truthful, we didn’t handle it very well. We were both grieving for my mom, and with me beginning my teenage years, and him having no experience raising a child on his own – let alone a girl – to say that things were rocky between us is a huge understatement.
But we both survived somehow, and by the time I went off to college two years ago, we’d managed to form an uneasy truce. It was obvious I wasn’t living up to his expectations for a daughter, and I found him to be grumpy and impatient, but we hadn’t killed each other yet.
Dad was still in great shape, with a lean muscular body. He looked slightly younger than his age, with rugged good looks and dark blue eyes. He wore his dark-blond hair slightly long, and it reminded me a little of a lion’s mane.
I flopped down on the other end of the couch, and grabbed the TV remote, switching it on. The television came to life, with Maury Povich explaining to some deadbeat that, yes, as a matter of fact, he was the father. Poor kid.
A second later, Dad reached over and snatched the remote out of my hand, gave me a scowl, and turned the television off. “I’m on the phone,” he mouthed, then returned his attention to whoever he was talking to.
I stuck my tongue out at him, but he didn’t notice. Bored, I decided to listen to his conversation for entertainment.
“Yeah, I know this is important, Roger, but I just don’t think–”
“Yes, of course I want this merger to work, but–”
“Jennifer? Of course I don’t have a problem with you talking to her. But she’s out right now.”
My ears perked up at the mention of my mom’s name. What was he talking about?
“I’m not sure when she’ll be back, but I’m telling you, she’s very shy and I know she’s going to be very reluctant to agree to this sort of thing.”
I sat up straighter, staring curiously at my father. He glanced at me and quickly looked away.
He sighed into the phone. “Roger, haven’t I been a good business partner for the past four years? Without exception, the work’s been done on time. So why are we doing this?”
“I understand that you want us to become closer, but can’t you find a better way?”
The person on the other end – presumably Roger – spoke for a short while, and finally my dad sighed. “Fine, we’ll be there. Yeah, okay. I have the schedule and directions. See you then. Bye.”
He hung up the phone, placed it on the coffee table, then leaned back on the couch, his head resting on the back with his hands on his face.
“Shit!” he said.
“What?” I asked.
“Nothing.” He kept his hands over his face.
“Why were you talking about Mom?”
“Ashley, just forget about it.”
“I want to know.”
“It has to do with my business. It’s no concern of yours.”
“I think my Mom is my concern.”
He took his hands from his face and looked at me. He was about to say something, then stopped. “What are you wearing?”
“What? Just shorts and a blouse.”
“You’re practically naked.”
“No I’m not.”
“Where are you going?”
“To the mall with Kelli.”
He shook his head. “Not dressed like that.”
“Dad, I’m twenty years old.”
“Exactly. So you shouldn’t be dressing like a hormone-drenched high-schooler. We had this same argument two years ago. I would’ve thought you’d grown up a little since then.”
“There’s nothing wrong with what I’m wearing.”
“Other than your ass hanging out of those shorts, most of your breasts are on display, and your belly-button p
iercing can be seen. Do you know what guys are going to think when they see you dressed like that?”
“That I’m pretty?”
“No, they’ll think that you’re easy.”
I rolled my eyes. “Dad, you know I’m not like that.”
“It isn’t what I know. It’s what guys are going to think. What kind of guy do you think you’re going to attract with that outfit? Some doctor or lawyer? No. You’ll attract some lowlife with no future.”
I smiled. “Dad, are you trying to marry me off already?”
“I just think you should start thinking about your future.”
“What if I’m not attracted to the doctor or lawyer type? What if I’m drawn more towards a guy who does physical labor? Like construction?”
His eyes met mine for a brief moment. “Ashley, you know what I mean. There are good guys in construction too. Guys who’d look at you in that outfit and assume you’re something you’re not.”
I rolled my eyes. “Fine, I’ll change. On one condition.”
“What’s that?”
“You tell me what that phone conversation was about.”
He shook his head. “No. It’s just business.”
I stared at him. “You and I both know it’s more than business. I want to know what’s going on. Mom’s been dead for six years. Why were you talking to that guy like she’s still alive?”
He sighed and closed his eyes. “I’d rather not discuss it.”
“Come on. It’s obviously bothering you.”
He shook his head but didn’t reply.
“Tell me.”
He sighed again. “Fine. I made a mistake.”
“What kind of mistake?”
“A few years ago, I made an error in judgement, and now it’s come back to bite me in the ass.”
“What’s going on? What error in judgement?”
“Do you remember the merger four years ago, when my company merged with the other four, so we could bid on some government jobs?”
“Yeah, kinda.”
“It wasn’t a full merger, but we do operate together for several large contracts.”
“Dad, what’s this have to do with Mom?”
“I’m getting there. The guy who put the merger together is Roger McNair.”
“The guy you were just talking to?”
“Yes. Anyway, Roger owns one of the biggest construction firms in the country, so he’s the one who decided which companies would be part of the merger. At the time, there was my company and six others vying for the position I eventually got.”
“And this has to do with Mom how?”
“I’d heard that Roger was a big family guy. There were rumors that he placed a lot of trust in people who were married, because they showed the commitment that he required.”
“That’s weird.”
“That may be so, but that’s the story I got, and it was from a good source. So I kind of fudged my personal history when I submitted my application.”
“Fudged?”
“I left off the fact that Jennifer had died.”
“Wow. You lied?”
“I just didn’t tell the whole truth.”
“Splitting hairs, but okay.”
“So, anyway, each year Roger has these summer get-togethers, where he brings all of the owners of the merged companies together. Everyone shows up – with their wives in tow.”
“Except you.”
“Yes, except me. I kept making excuses. She was sick. She was off visiting her parents. She was in the hospital getting a breast enlargement.”
“Wait. You actually said that? A breast enlargement? That’s the last thing Mom needed.”
“He caught me off guard, and I was out of ideas.”
“And now?”
“Now he’s not taking no for an answer. The retreat is next weekend up in the mountains, and he’s insisting I bring Jennifer.”
“Or else?”
“There’s no or else. But it’s obvious he’s suspicious that something’s going on, and if he finds out I lied to him four years ago, who knows what he’ll do? My company can easily be replaced in the group.”
“What are you planning on doing?”
“I have no idea.”
I shook my head, “You know, Dad, if you would’ve taken my advice and gotten remarried, you wouldn’t be having this problem now.”
“I know. It’s just that I still think about Jennifer a lot.”
“It’s been six years.”
“Yes, I’m aware of that.”
I decided he didn’t need to be beat up any more on the subject, and softened my tone. “Maybe you could get someone to pretend they’re her.”
“Like who?”
“How about Aunt Lisa? She looks a little like Mom, being her sister and all.”
“Won’t work. First of all, I mentioned once to Roger that my wife has red hair, and Lisa’s is black. And then there’s the fact that she pretty much hates my guts.”
I smiled. “Sounds like that would make you a normal married couple.”
“Ha, ha, smart ass. Any other ideas?”
“What about people we know? Wives of your friends?”
“I don’t know. This is embarrassing. It was hard enough admitting it to you. I’m not sure I trust anyone else enough to tell this kind of thing.”
I shrugged. “You could always rent a hooker for the weekend.”
“Ashley!”
“What? They’d get paid for the weekend and not have to do what they usually do. I bet they’d jump at the chance. And you might even get lucky.” I grinned.
“Ashley! I’m not buying a prostitute for the weekend.”
I laughed. “Settle down, it was just a joke.” After a pause, I added, “But it is an option.”
He shook his head. “Enough.”
I raised my hands. “Fine. Show up alone then. Make up a story he hasn’t heard yet. How about this one? Your wife was abducted by aliens. I’m sure he’d buy that.”
“You’re not helping.”
I stood. “I have to meet Kelli at the mall.”
He pointed at me. “Change your clothes first.”
“Whatever.” I turned and headed for the steps.
Upstairs in my room, I stripped down to my bra and panties again, then put on a pair of longer shorts and a more conservative blouse. But I did leave the top three buttons undone, allowing a generous amount of cleavage to show. I figured that if a doctor or lawyer didn’t like that, I didn’t want their dick anywhere near me. I have to have some standards, right?
I stood in front of the mirror, brushing my long red hair down over the front of my blouse. When I got it the way I wanted it, I shook my head slightly, giving myself a slightly tousled look. My roommate in college had told me that guys like that look, because it subliminally reminds them of a girl who’s just been fucked. Not sure if I believed that psychological horseshit, but I figured it couldn’t hurt.
I stared at my hair, something nagging at my mind. Red hair? Where had I recently heard a mention of red hair?
Then I remembered, and at the same time the idea popped into my head like one of those word balloons in the comics. The ones that say, ‘POW’ when Batman punches someone.
Which was appropriate, since I felt like I’d been punched as the idea took shape in my head. No, it wouldn’t be possible, would it? We could never pull that off.
But the more I thought about it, the more I realized it was not only possible, it was the perfect solution. Maybe for more than one problem.
Chapter 2
I went back downstairs. Dad was in the kitchen, making himself a sandwich, and looked up at me when I walked in.
“Much better. But button that blouse.”
“Dad?”
“What?”
“I think I have a solution to your problem.”
“What problem?”
I lifted my hands and made a what-the-fuck gesture. “The problem we were just talking about. You not h
aving a wife.”
“Yeah, I think I’ve decided to come clean. Tell him the truth.”
I shook my head. “You don’t have to do that. I know someone who can pretend to be your wife.”
“Who?”
“Me.”
He cocked an eyebrow. “What?”
“Me. I’ll do it.”
He chuckled. “Come on. Be serious.”
“I am serious. I can do it.”
“You’re sixteen years younger than me.”
“So? Have you ever told them your wife’s age?”
“No. But sixteen years. That’s a huge difference.”
“Everyone says I look older than twenty.”
Another eyebrow shot up. “You don’t look older than twenty to me.”
“That’s because you’re my dad. In your eyes, I’ll always look twelve. Trust me, I look older than I am.”
He waved his hand. “Sorry, but the idea’s just silly. It won’t work.”
“It will work. We can do this.”
“Ashley, think about it. We’re going to be expected to act like a married couple there. Have you thought about what that means?”
Oh yeah, I’d thought about it. “Dad, I know this means a lot to you. I’m willing to do whatever it takes.”
He shook his head. “I’m not. You’re my daughter.”
I wanted to remind him I was his stepdaughter, but I’d used that several times when we’d fought over the years, and each time I’d seen the hurt in his eyes. I decided not to go there.
“Yes, I’m your daughter. We both know that. So we’ll both know that what we’re doing is an act and nothing more. Besides, most couples who’ve been married a few years hardly touch each other.” I grinned.
He stared at me. “You’re serious about this, aren’t you?”
“Completely serious. Dad, we can do this.”
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