by Jenny Rose
“Well, I let Whitney decorate the place and the woman has the eye of a teenage girl, so anything of any real value or importance, obviously, has no place in her decorum. I figured it would be safe here since there’s a staff on-hand at all times.” Nodding, Tori’s mouth gaped open as they passed a Rembrandt in the main hallway. As they approached the second-floor library, Easton made her close her eyes, to which she diligently complied. Leading her to the center of the room, he placed her in what he thought was the proper position for her to see his latest piece.
“Okay, open your eyes.” He watched her face as she slowly complied and the look of sheer amazement as she viewed “The Forgotten Son” was breathtaking.
“Is that a Ferdinand de la Rose? How on earth did you get that?” Easton slowly waved his finger in her face and made a tsk noise before saying,
“A magician never reveals his secrets.” Smiling, she said,
“It’s absolutely marvelous.” Still staring at her face, he replied,
“I think you’re the most marvelous thing I’ve ever seen.” Turning her head to him to make sure she heard him right, she stared into his eyes for a moment before he leaned in for a kiss. Closing her eyes, Tori allowed him to come closer as she felt his hand on her waist, drawing her to him. A slight moan escaped her mouth as she placed her hand on the back of his neck and drew a hungry breath. His hands caressed her body and she allowed hers to do the same while the two of them shared a ravishing kiss. Pressing his body against hers, Tori could feel his growing manhood and threw caution to the wind for once and allowed herself to have something exciting. She placed her hand on his member through his slacks and gave it a flirty, but firm, squeeze. Easton grunted as he thrust his hips forward, filling her hand with the shape of his ample instrument. He picked her up with ease and she wrapped her legs around his firm stature as he walked towards his desk. Clearing its contents with a wide sweep of his arm, he lowered her to it so that she could sit on the cool African mahogany. He slipped her blouse over her head before removing his own and tossing it aside. Returning his mouth to her sweet lips, he sighed with pleasure as he once again felt her touch.
“We shouldn’t,” she whispered breathlessly but with no sign that she wanted to stop.
“We definitely should,” he replied as he ground his throbbing rod into her opened thighs. Gasping, Tori grabbed the back of his head and pulled him in for a kiss as he hiked the hem of her skirt to her waist. With expert fingers, he slid the sides of her panties down and with a small arch of her back, she lifted her butt off the desk so he could pull them down her legs. Quickly and with ease, he slid off his own slacks and shorts and allowed them to drop to his feet before returning to her ravenous embrace. The aching between her thighs was matched by the throbbing of his member and the only way to ease their suffering was to give them what they both desperately wanted. Lowering his face between her thighs, she sucked in her breath as he began to devour the treat that lay waiting there. Gasping, Tori propped herself up with her hands and gazed down at his mouth on her most tender of areas and licked her lips as she enjoyed how much he was appreciating her clitoris. Within moments, Tori felt the rush of ecstasy creeping up from her toes, legs and finally her hot slit as the pleasure within her came exploding forth. Moaning and grabbing his head, she rolled her hips forward as he grabbed the cheeks of her ass, licking her until her climax subsided. With two fingers, he gently stroked her clit then dipped them into her soaking hole as the last of her orgasm gripped his digits. Looking into her eyes, he removed his fingers and placed his hand around his hard cock then rubbed the head in her sweet juices. Biting her lip in anticipation, she smiled and tried to press against him because she wanted him inside her more than anything. Shaking his head, slowly, Easton leaned in to kiss her, allowing her to wrap her arms around his neck and he pulled her closer to the edge of the desk before lying her back on it. He placed his hands on her breasts and gently pinched and rolled each nipple between his finger and thumb before slowly running the tips down her body to rest on her small waist. Then, his fingers ran down her inner thighs and the length of her leg before grabbing behind both knees and guiding them over his shoulders.
With a chuckle, Tori happily obliged his positional wishes and he ran his hands back down her legs to her round hips. Moving closer with his member in-hand, he slid it into the tight, wet opening of his stepsister and watched as her eyes closed and head rolled on his twenty-thousand-dollar desk. Her previous orgasm had ensured that she would be more than wet enough for his thick shaft and as he slowly gave her the entire length, he smiled as her gaping mouth tried to moan but made no sound.
“See what you’ve been missing this whole time? You like that, don’t you, little sister?” She was surprised at how turned on she was when he called her that and when she replied, she was even more aroused when she heard herself say,
“Oh, yes! I love it, big brother!” Easton placed his hands on her hips and slowly pulled back before giving them a firm squeeze. His rhythm started off slow but he was soon fucking his stepsister with a ferocity that was completely driven by animal lust. Tori bucked her hips against him so hard that her ass made a slapping sound against the desk and the harder he pounded her, the more she rammed against him. He stood so that he could watch himself enter her and as he did, he played with her swollen clit, causing her to moan louder. Easton knew what the tightening around his dick meant and as she came on his throbbing phallus, he drove into her with all he had while he continued rubbing her love pearl. Her breathing was shallow and quick but when Easton wrapped his arms around her, she continued fucking him as he carried her to the wall behind the desk. Using his body to help support her, he took her arms and held them over her head as she held on to his waist with her muscular thighs. He rocked against her and placed his face in the crook of her neck so that he could smell her hair and the scents of her body as he continued restraining her wrists. She gasped and moaned each time he thrust into her and when he felt the urge to come, he stopped fucking her turned to the desk once more.
After placing her ass back on the desk, he dropped to his knees and placed his face back in the musky area between her thighs and began to massage her clit with his tongue. Tori put her hand on the back of his head and grunted as she thrust her hips forward in a state of frenzy. If it was possible to fuck someone’s face off their head, Tori was giving it a damn good try. Once again, Easton brought his stepsister to climax and he returned his cock to her dripping hole. Grabbing her breasts as he began to slide in and out of her slowly, he paid attention to the nipples while he darted his tongue in and out of her mouth. Pressing all of his lengthy shaft into her, he nibbled her bottom lip while pinching both nipples a bit harder than he had been. Moaning and trying not to scream to loudly, Tori wrapped her arms around him and held his body close to hers while they got into a quick stride and Easton couldn’t contain himself any longer. He held her to him as he allowed himself to release, quickening his thrust and biting her on the neck as he throbbed deep within her.
Panting, he leaned in to kiss her as the two of them lingered in one another’s arms and her legs fell from his hips to dangle off the side of the desk, as she was too weak to support them any longer. Looking down to her, he smiled and slowly removed his still-twitching member and they both sighed contentedly. The master bed was on the other side of the house but they snuck down the hall and showered in one of the guest baths, joining once again in coital bliss. Taking him from behind was a thrilling experience all its own and she wasn’t sure if she could handle anymore pleasure. She felt as if her legs were about to give out from under her as she shakily recovered from her second shower orgasm. When he neared climax, he pulled away from her and began to jerk it towards the drain but she lowered herself before him and took his thick head into her mouth. Replacing his hand with hers, she continued to stroke him as he placed one hand on the wall and the other on the side of her face, pushing her hair back as he closed his eyes and began to come. Greedily suck
ing and swallowing every drop that he gave her, she licked her lips with a smile as she rose to face him and he just looked at her and said,
“You’re fucking amazing.”
She shrugged as she reached for the side of the shower door and pushed it open, saying,
“I know.” Tori grabbed a towel and wrapped it around herself and when Easton stepped out of the shower, she presented him with one of his own.
“Absolutely fucking amazing, I swear.”
“You know what they say: if she swallows and brings you towels, she may be the one.” With a wink, she asked, “Where’s my room, anyway?”
Chapter Seven
Tori awoke the next morning with a smile on her face as she remembered her encounter with Easton in the library. He’d gone back to the city after she got settled in properly and once he left and she was alone with nothing but the staff to keep her company, Tori began to once again feel nervous. Telling herself that she was in one of the safest places possible didn’t help ease her anxieties but a dip in the pool might. She’d not brought a suit but she knew that people with places like this always had extras in the pool house or at least that was what she had been led to believe from movies. When she checked inside the cozy cottage next to the pool, she found nothing but a refrigerator full of beer and wine coolers, various pool toys and the equipment used for maintenance. The pool was on the other side of the house from the kitchen and there was only a cook, maid and groundskeeper that remained in the home, so she decided to enter the water sans suit. It would be out of character for her to just strip down and go swimming but if she was ever going to do something risky such as skinny dip, Tori couldn’t think of a better time or place.
It seemed as if the water were ten times more refreshing the second her body hit the water and as she surfaced for air, she immediately felt better. The sun was shining on her naked skin and the crisp water seemed to rejuvenate her entire spirit. Her problems seemed to wash away under the open sky and as she floated on top of the water, her face couldn’t help but smile. Thinking of Easton’s touch and the way his body felt against hers, she wished that he hadn’t had to return home but if he’d have stayed, flags would have been raised. The last thing she wanted to do was cause any distress to their parents and it would surely break her mother’s heart if she ever found out about the tryst. It wasn’t like she’d slept with a blood relative but in her mother’s mind, the two were as close as if they would have been if they’d have shared a womb. There was no way that Margaret Kaine could ever find out what happened in the Catskills and Tori had to make sure that it didn’t happen again. For the moment, she would lie in the sun and recall the smell of his skin and the taste of his kiss as her nudity soaked up some morning rays.
After grabbing her clothes and shucking them over her wet skin, Tori returned to her room and took a shower in the adjoining bath. She allowed her mind to wander and imagine a life where this home was hers and as she tossed herself across the bed wrapped only in a towel, she laughed quietly to herself. She knew that the only way that she’d be able to own a home like this was to either inherit her stepbrother’s fortune if he were to meet with an untimely end or marry well and she wasn’t interested in either. Her apartment was more than suitable for her needs and the sense of pride that she got from maintaining her own life was worth more to her than any mansion stuck on a mountain. She dressed and put on her face for the day before fixing her hair and as much as she knew that she had to tell Easton that they could never be together like that again but she didn’t want to. Tori hadn’t felt more alive for as long as she could remember and she wasn’t ready to just throw it away but she didn’t want to risk anyone finding out about the sordid situation.
Thumbing through her phone, she paused when she opened the message thread with Easton and stared at the screen. Maybe she didn’t have to tell him that it couldn’t happen again? He probably knew that it was a mistake and it couldn’t happen again and she would just make herself look like a fool if she told him her thoughts on the matter. She was sure that he felt the same way and was wondering how to tell her without sounding like an ass. In the back of her mind, Tori just knew that nothing needed to be said but she couldn’t tell that to her thumb. As she texted the message, her entire heart was telling her to stop but there was a force driving her brain to send it. Sighing as she pushed the button that would send the text that would embarrass her for the rest of her life, Tori tossed her phone on the bed and walked to the kitchen.
Lauren was a kindly woman who had worked for the previous owners and had been allowed to stay on as head cook when Easton took over the property. She was in what looked to be her fifties and bore a sweet smile but Tori wondered if it was all part of her job or if she was actually an endearing woman. Tori walked into the kitchen fully prepared to make herself a sandwich but when Lauren saw her, it was insisted upon that she whip up a little something.
“Only if you make something for yourself and join me.” Tori smiled and Lauren looked around the kitchen as if looking for spies and smiled before whispering,
“Agreed.”
Tori chatted with the woman while Lauren effortlessly floated around the kitchen. She made it look so easy the way she added this and kneaded that to create a flawless meal while Tori had problems not getting eggshells in her breakfast. Some women were simply more domestic than others and there was nothing wrong with that but she can still hear her mother in her ears asking how she planned to get a decent husband if she didn’t know how to cook.
“Any decent man will love me for who I am, not what I can do for him.” She still believed this but as she neared thirty, she wondered if maybe she shouldn’t have taken a home economics course in high school. She often tired of box dinners and take-out and it would be nice to cook for herself, sometimes. Lunch was beginning to smell wonderful and Tori couldn’t help but talk non-stop to the woman with the magic touch in a kitchen. Lauren had a comforting quality about her and it was soon apparent that the smile was genuine and not just part of proper training.
The trout tasted even better than it smelled and when Tori learned that it was caught in a stream not far from the home, she seemed to appreciate it even more.
“Did you catch it yourself?” Tori asked as she forked another bite of the lemon-peppered fish into her mouth.
“Oh, heavens no. I leave the fishing up to Carl, the groundskeeper. He’s into all that outdoorsy stuff and on occasion, he even brings in a deer but,” she looked around the kitchen again as if someone were around to hear her and whispered, “sometimes it’s out of season.” She pressed her index finger against her lips and made a shushing sound as Tori stifled a curt giggle.
“Your secret is safe with me.” Over her shoulder boomed a familiar voice and Tori turned around to see Easton standing in the entryway to the outdoor dining patio where the two ladies shared a cozy lunch.
“Sharing secrets, are we? Nothing too risqué, I hope.” Lauren quickly grabbed her plate, napkin and glass and stood up, nodding to Easton as if she’d been caught red handed in the cookie jar.
“Excuse me, Mr. Kaine. I wasn’t expecting you.” Looking into his face for hints of disapproval, Lauren stood and waited for him to walk by and ignore her or begin a rant on how the staff are not to mingle with the residents but he did no such thing. “Shall I make you some lunch?” He waved her away as if to say he needed nothing and replied,
“Nonsense. Please, sit down and finish your meal.” Easton sat in the chair beside Tori and reached into her plate and plucked a slice of lemon that had been used as garnish. Motioning to her chair with a wave of his arm, he nodded again as he said, “I’ll just eat hers.”
Lauren smiled as she replaced her dishes and reclaimed her place at the table. Her former employers would have thrown a complete temper tantrum if they would have seen her associating with one of them. She loved that her new boss only came up on the weekends, usually with a different woman each time, and that he wasn’t as arrogant as the Cunningha
m family. She noticed that he had an air about him that seemed to radiate masculinity and he could get his point across without being too much of an asshole. Cunningham was a jerk from the time his pampered ass hit the toilet seat in the morning until the time it climbed underneath his satin sheets at night. This woman seemed different than the rest that he usually brought back to the love shack in the hills and she could tell because Tori actually knew how to form a coherent thought and her breasts were obviously real.
“I wasn’t expecting you back so soon,” Tori said as she stabbed a steamed string bean with her fork.
“Well, I figured that since your stay will probably be limited, it was best that I get in some big brother time while I can.” That was a blatant and obvious invitation to join him on his desk and Tori tried not to blush as she stuck the long, green pod into her mouth.
“Oh, a sister! How wonderful, I wasn’t aware.” Lauren smiled as she took a sip of tea and Tori nodded and replied,
“Our parents married when we were in junior high.” Tori wasn’t aware if Lauren knew what took place in the library yesterday or not but just in case she did, it should be made known that they shared no blood.” Knowingly, Lauren nodded and said,
