CHAPTER FOUR
Rob
Oh shit. The girl was so beautiful. My little chickadee, whom I’ve known since birth, was so fucking gorgeous, so fucking delectable. Because yeah, I haven’t seen Mandy in ages and when the Joneses invited me to their summer cabin, I almost declined.
Because dirty old man isn’t exactly my thing. I mean, what the fuck? I’m forty-five for crying out loud, and the way I’d behaved at Mandy’s graduation party last year had been straight up porno, I’d been ready to give her a deep dicking at the drop of a hat. No eighteen year-old deserves that, no eighteen year-old should find out that her Uncle Rob wants her in another way … with his cock in her body.
So yeah, I avoided Mandy like the plague after the party. And it wasn’t too hard because I started dating Brenda, and the skinny blonde was the perfect excuse.
“Oh yeah, Brenda’s getting some salon treatments, it’s not a good time.”
“I forgot, it’s Brenda’s birthday is next week and I’m taking her to Sonoma.”
“Sorry, Brenda’s feeling sick, I’m going to have to take a rain check.”
And it’s not that Brenda’s good or bad, she’s fine. She wants a piece of me, just like every female, and she got more than she deserved since I was basically using her as an excuse to avoid Mandy. Shit, I dated the blonde all summer, which is a lifetime for me, fucking her day in and day out, Mandy’s sweet face dancing in my head the entire time.
But when summer ended, we were through despite the fact that Brenda wanted more. The woman actually thought we had something, that there was a magical quality to our relationship, that it was more than just the physical.
“I’m sorry baby,” I ground out, looking up from some charts spread on the table. “It’s no go, I can’t make it.”
The blonde pouted, glossy red lips in an ugly sneer.
“Why?” she whined. “Why can’t you make it Rob, this is the second time you’ve canceled on me this week.”
I shot her a look.
“I’m busy,” I asked coolly. “I’ve got rounds, I’ve got patients to see, I’m doing three surgeries tomorrow. There’s no way I can stay out late and get drunk, not the way you want.”
The skinny blonde just pouted even more.
“Fine, well I’ll go by myself then,” she huffed, flouncing out, the heavy scent of her perfume lingering, choking me slightly. What the fuck was that shit? Perfume is supposed to smell good but the stuff she wore smelled like rubbing alcohol mixed with lime juice, it was so gross. And I bet it costs hundreds of dollars per bottle to boot.
But that was the last I saw of Brenda. Sure, she called more, whiny, begging, pleading through the phone, but I was through. There were no ifs, ands and buts about it, Mandy had left for college and I didn’t need Brenda anymore, I didn’t need the distraction, didn’t need to have a woman on my arm as an excuse to get out of anything.
And the Joneses got it. They understood that I’d been busy with a woman, and so hadn’t had time for their family. Ray’s been my buddy since we were in college, ever since we survived Hell Week together, our asses bruised but our pride intact. So he was cool with it, and besides, he and his wife have urged me to settle down for years, to find someone to date for real.
“What was wrong with your latest girlfriend?” asked Linda, clucking. “I’m sorry it ended so fast, three months isn’t very long. We’ve been married for twenty years now, honey, isn’t that so amazing?” she asked Ray, holding his hand while gazing adoringly at her husband. “And you’re still my true love,” she cooed.
I almost upchucked but managed a grim smile.
“Nothing was wrong with Brenda,” I rumbled smoothly, voice deep. “She just wasn’t my type in the end.”
But Linda wouldn’t let go.
“But don’t you want a family?” the middle-aged woman chided gently. “It really grounds a man, I think you’d be a great father and husband. We’re so sorry to hear it didn’t work out, aren’t we Ray?”
And I’d snorted then. First, because Brenda would have been a shitty mom, more concerned with herself than any child, even her own DNA. She’d ship that kid off to boarding school as soon as they were sentient, saying that it built “character” and “resilience.” Character and resilience, my ass. More like she’d have more time for spa treatments and shopping, getting that bony ass perfumed.
And besides, I had no time for a family anyways. My rounds are so time-consuming that actually, I’d be nothing more than a mirage, a no-show dad and a no-show husband. The divorce rate in my surgical team is an astonishing ninety-five percent, the guys just don’t have time for families. Sure, they stumble through a couple marriages sometimes, shooting out babies, but the stats are shocking and can’t be denied.
So I’d grunted something in reply, noncommittal and vague.
“You guys are my family, so I’m good,” I rumbled, adept at escaping awkward questions.
And Ray had chuckled.
“No kids, bro?” he asked. “You know, to pass along that handsome mug? We’ve got Mandy and she’s our pride and joy,” he rumbled, chest puffed out.
Indeed, the brunette was pretty awesome, a studious girl who was always on honor roll and dean’s list, fun to be around with a sweet sense of humor. But back then, she was just little kid Mandy, so I didn’t think twice.
“Yeah, Mandy’s awesome, isn’t she?” I said noncommittally. “If I could have one like her, I’d definitely have kids for sure.”
But those words were haunting me now, because shit, how times have changed. With her new body, it wasn’t about having a kid like Mandy anymore. It was about having Mandy herself now. I wanted that sweet ass to squeeze, those huge breasts pressed against my chest, the little girl gasping and wriggling as I pushed in deep. I wanted it all. Not a kid like Mandy, but Mandy the girl, the woman, all to myself.
So against my better judgment, I accepted Linda and Ray’s invitation for a weekend at their summer home, fully aware that Mandy would be there too. It’s been over a year since I’ve seen her, and yeah, I’ll be in close quarters with the tantalizing teen for two nights, but that’s the thing. It’s only two nights. I can damn well handle myself, keeping a leash on it. Sure, she was sex walking around on two legs, but shit, I’d take a sedative if I had to, knock myself out if it came to that. So yeah, I’ll manage. Even if it comes down to pills and wanking off in the shower three times a day, I’ll make Mr. Happy behave.
But now, pulling up the cabin, my mistake hit me like a snowball to the face. Because one sight of that pretty pink pussy and my cock was shot. I don’t know what the girl was doing but she was soaking wet and butt-naked, showing those curves off as she stripped and changed, and shit, but I got an eyeful. Those huge tits hanging out, tipped with pink, begged to be sucked. That enormous ass, the round orbs like heavenly moons, fleshy and juicy. And oh shit, that perfect pink twat. Because yeah, Mandy took everything off and her slit was on full view, my eyes glued to that dripping cunt as she bent over. Holy mother of god, was she always so wet? Was it water or her own cream? Were her lips always so engorged and beautiful? Was her clit always that stiff?
And like an inexperienced boy, I lost it. Right there, sitting in my Porsche palming myself, I fucking jizzed into the air like I was thirteen and watching porn for the first time. Because yeah, I’d taken out my cock as the girlie got naked, absentmindedly fisting myself, but god, my senses fucking went haywire. The brunette was just too tempting, too beautiful, too everything, and like a geyser erupting into the air, white semen flew high and wide, coating the dash, the steering wheel, fuck, even getting into the leather of the seats. The car reeked of sex now, hot fuck sinking into the upholstery, I was going to have to get the vehicle professionally cleaned.
So frustrated, I grabbed some paper napkins and started cleaning up, wiping the stickiness off my hands, the insides of my thighs, my dripping balls. Thank fuck there was no jizz on my pants or shirt, and zippered back up, I looked practically norm
al once more. Well, as normal as someone who’s just had a motherfucking orgasm, one that had literally made my testicles erupt, back arching, the little car shaking if you looked hard. And running an unsteady hand through my hair, I checked my mug in the rearview mirror. Shit, this was so wrong. So absolutely wrong, what I’d just done, wanking off to my beautiful girl.
But Mandy was sitting on the steps of the log cabin now, looking beautiful but forlorn, like a little girl at school, waiting to be picked up. And I had to show, sooner or later, I couldn’t exactly hide out in my car and just drive off, she had no way of getting inside. So popping the locks, I stepped out of the Porsche and heaved my shit out of the trunk. Then with long, confident strides, I walked up the path to the waiting brunette.
She saw me at the last minute.
“Hey!” Mandy exclaimed with a bright smile, those brown eyes sparkling. “Hey Mr. Parker, you’re finally here.”
I growled deep in my chest, chest and abs still tight. Holy shit, my dick was getting hard again. Holy fuck, I’d just exploded and yet it was happening again. Down boy, I raged internally. This is not the time.
But on the outside, I was coolly casual and confident.
“Hey hun,” I said, leaning down to kiss Mandy’s cheek. “How are you? Sorry to keep you waiting. Car trouble,” I fibbed.
The brunette flushed, lips parting slightly, cheeks coloring, but she pretended like the two of us being together was no big deal too. Craning her head, she peered over my shoulder.
“Did you bring the Porsche?” she asked quizzically, squinting in the distance. “I don’t see your car.”
I nodded like it was no big deal.
“Like I said, car trouble, we barely made it here. It’s back there, behind those trees,” I rumbled smoothly. “No worries, it’s there.”
“Oh okay,” said Mandy, jumping up and tugging her shirt down. The gesture made my eyes automatically track those huge tits, bouncy within her tiny tee. “I’m glad you’re here, Mr. Parker. I don’t have the key, so yeah, I was kinda stuck,” she said with a sassy grin.
Stuck my ass. She’d been up to no good during that fifteen minute wait, getting naked and showing me her puss, the pink flesh steaming from her internal heat. But this wasn’t the time to let on that I’d seen, so I made myself stay calm.
“Why don’t we go inside?” I rumbled, fishing in my pocket for the key. “Let’s get settled and then have some lunch. You hungry?”
And Mandy nodded.
“I’m starving,” she acknowledged, rubbing her tiny pooch of a stomach. “Last one down to the picnic table is a rotten egg!” the girl squealed, dashing inside and up the stairs. And I chuckled, watching that curvy form disappear. Because there was still a kid-like vibe about her, something special, something magical, and it was part of what made Mandy so tempting. I loved the innocence mixed with her new maturity, the way her body sang to me and yet paused and hesitated sometimes, right on the threshold of womanhood.
But the thing is that the brunette has already gone over the edge. Her words, her gestures, the knowing tilt of her chin, the sweet curves of her body. Oh yeah, the siren was in full-on womanhood, tempting, luscious, ripe, unconsciously doing the Dance of the Seven Veils. And I was just the man to show her the way, to stretch that pretty pussy for the first time until my sweet girl belonged to Daddy … until every delectable inch, every delicious curve belonged to me.
CHAPTER FIVE
Mandy
I set my bags down in a room upstairs, the twin bed a wrought-iron frame with a cozy, rustic quilt thrown on top. How many times had I stayed in this room? There was my rag doll in the corner, plus some pictures of me fishing and swimming in the hole by the creek. And whaddya know, but there was a more picture of me with Mr. Parker on the desk, grinning as we posed together on a jet ski, me with a gap-toothed smile, clutching the big man tight around the middle.
Because he was gorgeous then, and he was gorgeous now. Rob hasn’t aged in the decade since the pic was taken except a couple more creases around his eyes, some flecks of silver at the temples. And little did I know that the jet ski pic would be one of the last times I’d be so close to him, pressed up against that big male body without a care in the world, smiling sunnily for the camera.
So I sighed again. Shit, what was wrong with me? These thoughts were so illicit, I was eighteen to his forty-five, what the hell would he see in me? Nothing, that’s what. But at the same time, there was something in the air. I could sense it in the shivers in my spine, the way that hard male body tensed around me, radiating sensuality. It was hard to describe, the feeling was so primal, calling to my five senses. And god, his scent. I know his scent and something was different this time, making my senses go into overdrive, pussy tingling with excitement.
But I couldn’t quite pinpoint what it was. Was it Mr. Parker’s cologne? No cologne smelled like that, cologne was woody or musky, artificial-smelling, and this wasn’t it at all. Was it his shower gel? His shaving cream? The interior of his car even? I couldn’t put my finger on it, but there’d been an aroma clinging to the big man, musky and a hundred percent male, salty, tangy and powerful. My nose had wrinkled like a rabbit, and even now in the close confines of the cabin, I could still smell him from upstairs. So I shook my head. Like I mentioned, I’m going crazytown and it’s an awkward ride to say the least. There was no way I could keep going like this, it’d drive me over the edge and straight into the loony bin.
So scolding myself once more, I headed down the stairs. Get yourself together, I admonished myself. There’s nothing strange smelling, nothing weird, it’s you who’s acting weird. Stop it. Just eat something and act normal, there’s nothing weird, it’s your imagination. And with that, I threw the sliding glass door open and stepped outside with a sunny smile, tossing brown curls over my shoulder.
“Thanks for starting up the grill,” I murmured, rubbing my tummy. “Oh my god, that smells good.” The patties did look really tasty, juicy and crackling, and my stomach growled on its own. I eat a lot, and hopefully I wouldn’t astonish the big man with the amount I consumed, it takes a lot of calories to keep these boobs flush and healthy, my ass big and round. I peered over Rob’s shoulder and glimpsed a couple burger slathered with bubbling cheese and almost moaned with arousal.
“Cheddar, just the way you like it,” chuckled the alpha male, his deft hands turning the patties with a spatula one by one, each one juicy, sizzling and oh so good. “I remembered, little girl, I remembered.”
My cheeks flamed. We’d once been so close, the big man knowing my every secret, my childhood desires, my playful demands and whimsical fantasies. I grew hot all over. Oh god, if only he knew me now. How I fantasized of that huge, bronzed body all over mine, showing me the secrets of men and women, his hands on my most private places, making me tremble, shiver and squeal, that fat cock buried deep. What would Mr. Parker think? He’d probably be disgusted, even if he managed to be nice to me, like this wasn’t some embarrassing incident. Because Mr. Parker wasn’t that type of guy. An asshole sure, but he’d never be an asshole to me, he’d let me down soft, making sure I felt okay and comfortable.
So I knew how the land lay. Anything between us was off-limits and taboo, I was his best friend’s daughter for crying out loud, the alpha male would never go there. Plus, I just didn’t have anything to tempt him with, I was an eighteen year-old clumsy naïf, nothing like the sleek, sophisticated women he usually dated. So pretending like I didn’t care, I started setting the table, folding the napkins just so, placing the paper plates like they were the finest china. And once the burgers were ready, we bit in with gusto, hot juice squirting into my throat on the first mouthful.
“Holy cow this is good,” I murmured appreciatively, savoring my first bite. “You’re amazing with the grill.”
Mr. Parker grinned at me, smile broad.
“It’s my secret ingredient,” he rumbled. “You know, a little somethin’ somethin’ to make these extra juicy.”
/> And I took another bite, savoring the cheddar mixed with juicy burger patty, plus an unidentifiable tang.
“Let me guess, it’s ranch sauce,” I said playfully, giving him a wink. “You put in Hidden Valley, their super-tangy mix.”
Mr. Parker’s grin just grew wider.
“Yep, it’s a ranch sauce of sorts,” he acknowledged, “but no, there’s no powder mix, I brew my own,” he added, eyes wicked. “But enough about me. How have you been?” the big man asked, biting into his own burger. Each bite of his was as big as three of mine, combined. “I haven’t seen you in a year or so, honey.”
I paused for a moment.
“Fifteen months in fact,” I said archly, giving him the eye. But I self-corrected, the little girl act wouldn’t do, I was grown up and mature now. So I cleared my throat, looking him in the eye. “It’s been fifteen months since my graduation party,” I started again. “Have you been avoiding us, Mr. Parker? What have you been up to?” I teased lightly. “Surely taking care of patients hasn’t completely ruined your life.”
And god almighty, but the big man grew slightly red, dark slashes streaking across his cheekbones. But his voice was smooth as he took another bite of burger.
“Naw, not avoiding,” he rumbled. “But yeah, the practice is busy, every day is like a code red emergency,” he continued. “I barely got away even for this weekend.”
And I shot a look at him.
“You were thinking of not coming?” I asked. Oh my god, I would have been devastated if he hadn’t shown up, I’d been looking forward to seeing him for so long. But Rob merely confirmed my fears.
“Yeah, it’s not easy being a doctor, people don’t exactly get sick at the most convenient times,” he said wryly. “People are sick 24/7, all holidays, all weekends, through Christmas, New Years and Valentine’s,” he added. “Doesn’t exactly make me the most popular boyfriend.”
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