by Ruby Madden
I take a nervous sip, it’s exactly as I like. Of course. “Thank you, it’s perfect.” I smile warmly. I love how she converses, a bit old-fashioned and cultured. I’m not used to this type of social circle and despite how friendly and welcoming they are, I worry that I will make a blunder.
Everyone sits back down and somehow conversation veers to a recent blockbuster movie that is out in theaters. There is nothing formal about how they interact with each other. Instead, they’re relaxed and even flippant at times. I casually but keenly watch, listen and observe the family dynamics.
Eventually, two of Jaxon’s older siblings, his brother and sister, who are fraternal twins, join us. I soon learn that both are home for the summer from pursing their Masters Degrees at Stanford. They seem only slightly interested in meeting me and disdainful in general about being present for the family dinner.
His older sister is named Sydney, and his older brother is named Jay. With startling similarity, they each have the same appearance of Jaxon’s parents. Sydney is similar to their mother and Jay is similar to their father. I’m in awe at this point by all the out of control attractiveness of his family.
They pass a look between each other when I catch Jaxon’s father staring intently at my crossed, bare legs. I’m wearing a summer skirt and strappy sandals. I realize that my skirt is hiked up a bit higher than I would like it to be. I adjust it as unobtrusively as I can, feeling a blush rise to my cheeks.
When the maid comes outside to let Jaxon’s mother know that their dinner is ready, we all step inside to dine. I eat one of the best meals of my life, mostly quiet, keeping to myself, but interjecting enough conversation so as to not appear rude. I want to be liked by his family, even if I’m noticing that there’s obvious tension amongst them. They don’t ask me many questions, which is more than fine with me. I’m feeling oddly shy, surrounded by Jaxon’s family.
About mid-way through dinner, Jaxon’s two younger siblings join. Another set of fraternal twins, two boys. They’re in their mid-teens and arrive like a football party. All testosterone energy, fast-moving elbows, very hungry and talking fast in slang-speak. Jaxon’s mother does her best to get them under control, for my sake, I detect and it’s not until we’re being served dessert that she’s finally able to introduce us.
They too, seem equally disinterested in my presence or being with their family for dinner. They’re just there for the food. I take no offense as there will be time enough to interact with them. This is simply day one in getting to know Jaxon’s family.
I’m in awe, however. I can tell the family is used to being received with a certain amount of stupefaction. I imagine that they can only presume my silence is simply me being me, being normal. It isn’t, I love to talk except when I’m in awe of something, someone or as in this case – a family of someones.
Jaxon is the middle child, between two sets of twins. It’s unbelievable.
How is it that I’ve been making out with this guy for three months and I know none of this about him? What other secrets is he keeping from me?
Chapter 2
{ Homeless }
Just before Jaxon and I met, I’d gotten my own apartment for the first time in my life. It was a small, older but stylish flat that I got to call home for all of three months.
As it turned out, the landlords had done a poor job of maintaining the place and a recent inspection by the county inspector had found the specific building unit in the complex that I lived in as structurally unsound and residents were forced to vacate immediately out of safety concerns. I was one of those residents.
Not too long afterwards, a large earthquake struck the area and many people found themselves in the same situation I was in, albeit for a different reason. We had jobs, income and money but couldn’t find a place to live due to our demolished homes or apartments on the verge of collapse. With inspections backed out for months to come, finding a new place to live was next to impossible.
At first, I stayed at the local Hilton for two weeks, maxing out my very first credit card, then I couch-surfed for a bit. It wasn’t too long that Jaxon figured out my plight. He tracked me down at work one day and invited me to lunch with him and his mother. Eventually, it came out about my living predicament and I had to admit, Jaxon had been rather clever about how to bring it up to his mother.
When she heard about my predicament, she put down her fork mid-bite and looked me squarely in the face, “Darling, you must come stay with us. We have two spare guest rooms. You can decide which one you want. Until you can find a new place. Please, it would be our pleasure.” She said insistently.
I hadn’t quite fully wrapped my head around the fact that Jaxon’s mother was inviting me to live with them, in their mansion until I was actually living there for a couple of weeks. It was all so surreal to me. Like a fairytale of sorts.
I came home from work one day to find all my laundry clean and neatly piled on my bed. The maid had cleaned the guest room and the bathroom for me. No one had ever cleaned anything for me, let alone do my own laundry, in my entire life.
* * *
Although I was busy working and Jaxon’s father was even busier working, there were enough interactions between us for me to confirm that the attraction was mutual. He mostly spoke of it with his eyes and managed to do so at what seemed like the most uncomfortable of moments for me.
First thing in the morning, our paths crossing when I was eating breakfast in the kitchen and he brewed coffee before heading to work. He seemed to take pleasure from my awkward responses and confused disbelief that he was flirting with me. Or, at night, both of us the only two still awake in the household, when everyone had gone their separate ways to retire in their rooms.
In the evening, I liked to sit in the Great Room by the fireplace on the leather Chesterfield sofa, a throw over my lap, my feet tucked up underneath me, watching TV, petting one of the dogs on the head and scratching behind his ears. Jaxon’s father would wander in and sit on the Chesterfield, joining me for a bit. I always acquiesced the remotes and would hand them to him. His home, he gets to watch what he wants. I’m the very fortunate guest, I was ever mindful of this fact.
He barely spoke to me, just very small, small talk.
Usually, he’d flick through the channels and then make his way back to what I had been watching when he first came in. I often wondered if he worried about Jaxon’s mother coming in and finding us, sitting there, side by side? But no, I quickly learned that Jaxon’s mother was in the habit of using pharmaceuticals to knock herself out into semi-unconsciousness in the evening after her grueling days of pampered luxury.
It was one night, while I watched E.R. that I asked him if the show resembled anything like being a real physician. He snorted, “Of course not.”
I blushed and felt silly, insipid even for asking the question. At the time, my foot was peeking out from under the throw and he reached over teasingly and cleverly tickled it as if to let me know not to take him too seriously. I let out a small yelp of delight and then squirmed into a different sitting position as quick as I could.
His grin was as big as it could be. I could read from his face that he had confirmed something for himself; that I was attuned to his physical proximity to me and liked it.
He got up not too long afterwards, “Sleep well.”
It was all he said but his hungry wolf look stood out in my mind. Not in a million years did I think he would act on it. Not even once.
Chapter 3
{ Guest Room }
At this rate, Jaxon has been sneaking into the guest room for a couple of weeks now, around 10 p.m. most nights, to frolic with me. Although we make out, masturbate together, give each other oral – we never actually have sex.
I’m beginning to think it must be me.
What’s wrong with me? What doesn’t he like? He can’t be a virgin? Could he?
Tonight, it’s nearly one a.m. and I’m stirred awake when I hear the door clic
k open and then close slowly. I barely rouse myself, knowing that Jaxon’s warm hands will find my naked ass or tits first as he slips into bed with me.
I hear him standing at the end of the bed and then I hear a pants belt-buckle being undone. I immediately perk up. Something is awry…
Jaxon doesn’t wear belts?
It doesn’t quite register with me until I feel the blanket being pulled away to reveal my naked backside as I’m sleeping on my tummy. I’m about to turn over to ask him why he’s making me cold and to get into bed already, when he slips in on top of me.
His naked body, feels different. More hair? What?
Immediately, I’m at attention. I can feel his hard, erect cock already, bumping against my warm ass. Yes! I think to myself, so happy to finally be getting it from him.
It’s about damned time…
He hoists me up on my knees, by my hips, spreads my legs and then his deliciously warm hands caress my exposed backside. He’s got lube and he quickly spreads it around my pussy and inside my cunt. Before I can even register the pleasure of his body on top of and behind mine, I’m penetrated. He eases into me, spreading my walls open. I gasp.
This cock is big. This cock is longer and thick, this cock feels divine.
This cock isn’t Jaxon’s!
Before I can cry out or move away, two strong arms pin mine behind my back and then gently, my face is pushed into a pillow so that my startled cry is muffled.
As if he’d anticipated my reaction…
Jaxon’s father leans hard into me, prying my knees farther apart and he whispers into my ear, “Relax. I know you need a good fuck as I know, sure as hell, my son isn’t giving it to you.” He bites my ear gently, sending cascading chills down my body.
He’s right. I’ve been craving a good fuck… albeit from his son.
I’m feeling guilty but loving every penetrative second and his thrusts start to get harder and deeper.
As his thick cock thoroughly stretches me open, I find myself wondering why I’m enjoying this so much? Being fucked by Jaxon’s father? As the contradiction of my morals and sexual appetite collide with one another, I’m brought back into the present and out of my head by the very thorough fucking I’m getting.
His hips are slamming into me and I can hear and feel his ball-sack smacking me. Riding me like he’s at a derby, I realize he’s had this pent-up desire to fuck me silly for a while now. And something about that is just so damned hot to me. Being taken by him with next to no foreplay. Just some lube, really.
And I like it…
I like that he’s just using me…
He releases one of my arms and reaches under me to play with my clit. Spreading apart my lips to tease my swollen nub of pleasure. It’s the first time a man has pleasured my clit while fucking me and it feels utterly amazing. I start to tremble from the impending orgasm, but he pulls away.
I whine in desperate need.
He smacks my ass, hard and shoves my face back down into the pillow again before I can cry out loud, my yelp muffled.
He does this for a while, fucking me hard, tormenting my clit, spanking me and muffling me with the pillow. I’m a hot mess like I’ve never been before and to the point of begging. He seems to know it too.
“Tell me you wanted it… Tell me you want to be my fuck-toy… Ask me if you may come.” He whispers into my ear, grunting with his thrusts.
I gasp, clenching down on his cock from the inside and squeezing him deep into me.
“Naughty girl!” He grunts into me and spanks me, hard.
I feel the need to scream. Instead, I beg…
“Please… please… Let. Me. Come.” I whimper out.
“Why should I allow to you to come?” He asks fondling my clit again.
I groan. Dear god, let me come!!
“Cause, I’m your fuck-toy…” I say it, unsure of myself. My response.
He spanks me hard again.
“Say it like you mean it you little slut.” He purrs into my ear.
“I’m your fuck-toy. I’m your fuck-toy. I’m your fuck-toy.” I’m begging, whimpering and pleading.
His divine hands massage my clit unlike anything I’ve ever experienced before, his thick cock pumping deep inside me. I come as hard as I’ve ever come. I tremble and shake to the point of paralysis. My head is a rush and swoosh of what feels as if all the oxygen and air in my body are shifting places.
I’m ashamed, mortified and confused. But deeply satisfied.
Dr. R, as I eventually come to refer to him by, finishes hammering me not too long after I come. His final orgasmic grunt in me is just like a man taking the last satisfactory bite of a meal. Without saying a word, or touching me any longer, he gets out of bed, steps into the adjoining guest bathroom, runs water and cleans himself off, then dresses quickly.
“I’ve had a vasectomy.” He states quietly and matter-of-factly before he leaves my room.
I don’t move to look at him or watch him leave. I can’t. I’m frozen in place, just as he left me when he pulled out, my ass in the air, completely still and in awe at what just happened.
Was I just raped? Was I just completely taken advantage of? Or was I just fucked by a man I’m not supposed to be desiring who knows I’ve been lusting after him?
What he said about knowing that Jaxon isn’t fucking me puzzles me only briefly. But I allow the full truth to come forward.
Jaxon’s gay. That’s why he isn’t fucking me…
I begin to accept this as I lay, in the darkness, my ass still hoisted up, my face in the pillow in stunned silence.
I whisper to myself, “You’re a very naughty, naughty girl, Clara…”
Chapter 4
{ Girl Crush }
Not only was I learning how much the illicit dynamic appealed to me, but I was introduced to my first bisexual desires as well.
Jay’s girlfriend was turning twenty-three and Jaxon’s family threw her a birthday party. I’ve heard all about her, that she’s absolutely gorgeous and sexy. The guys can’t stop talking about her, every part of her body has been discussed at length. We’re the same age and it will be the first time I’ve met her.
I quickly see what all the buzz is about, the first time I see her standing by the poolside in her skimpy as hell, barely-there bikini. She may as well be a Playboy pin-up, or centerfold.
Her curves are ridiculous.
Big, perky tits, a small slender waist and flat stomach, curvy hips, a perfect ass and long legs. On top of all that, her curly red hair hangs lustrously around her face and she has the face of sexy pixie. Her nose is perfect and looks like a plastic surgeon’s dream nose job. Her skin is a creamy, pale white – not a freckle to be seen. She’s like an ivory sex-doll.
And her voice! Her voice. Somewhat husky when she speaks, but sounds like an angel when she sings. Which she does when she’s drinking and today, her birthday, she’s definitely drinking. I’m mesmerized by her.
What no one told me, was how nice she is. From the south, she’d moved to L.A. with dreams of being a singer and works as a makeup artist for TV and movies. For me, this is plenty glamorous.
When she shimmies over to me and sits down next to me, crossing her long legs, I’m a bit entranced.
“Thank goodness! Another ginger in the midst. I’m Autumn.” She says, chinking her long island iced tea to mine.
“You’re gorgeous.” I managed to stammer out.
“Why thank you! I’d venture to say you’re a sexy gal yourself, with all those freckles. Angel-kisses and what not.” She says, her voice like caramel.
I’ve never met anyone like here. She’s a breath of fresh air in LA-LA land, the land of the pretentious.
We sit, watching the shenanigans in the pool and pool-house, hiding out under a shady oak tree for fear of sun-burning.
Eventually, Jay comes over and drags her to the pool and throws her in. Much to everyone’s delight. Jaxon makes his way t
o me and sits down next to me in the spot where she was just sitting.
“You like her as in, like, like her…” He says casually, a smirk on his face.
I blush furiously, as I was just imagining her in a threesome with me and Dr. R. My god, am I that obvious?
“Have you ever been with a woman?” Jaxon asks. He’s genuinely curious and leans in to study my face, my response.
I shake my head and it’s out of my mouth before I can edit it, “Not yet…”
We both roar with laughter and I finally realize that I can keep that state of my life status quo without any guilt. Jaxon’s using me, his father is using me and I’m secretly lusting after Jaxon’s brother’s girlfriend.
It’s ridiculous. It’s terrible. It’s divine…
As it turns out, Jaxon loves talking to me about my girl crush. He gets more from that than the two of us frolicking. From that day forward, he wants me to share my fantasies – about being with women. The more I share my girl crush fantasies, the more I wonder when I’ll finally act on it, do something about it. Eventually, we talk about opening up the relationship, sexually. It’s agreed that as long as we ask each other first, we can play on the side. And we do…
I come to call what we do as frolicking and what I do with his father, Dr. R as fucking.
Chapter 5
{ Spa Tub }
A couple of months have passed since the first time Dr. R fucked me. He’s fucked me nearly every night since, sneaking into the Guest Room at all hours of the late evening or early morning, when he gets home from work. Our tosses in the guest bedroom become longer and more passionate.
We never really talk much, we certainly never discuss his wife or Jaxon.
No, we just fuck and fuck. And come and come.
I can’t get enough of him, his cock, his commanding nature. He ties me up, he pins me down, he semi-suffocates me in the bedding or pillow. He makes me come like mad, twitching and eager for more. He’s merciless on my tits, my breasts and nipples. Whether it’s his fingers, his mouth, or his teeth, he loves playing with my tits. He uses and abuses my mouth and my pussy but I won’t let him use my ass, his cock is way too big.
