by Terry Towers
She rolled her eyes and grinned at him, while swatting him playfully on the shoulder. "I think daddy would understand."
He looked down the length of their intertwined naked bodies and then back to meet her amused blue eyes. He raised an eyebrow at her, "You think?"
Laughing a little harder she crinkled her nose up at him and motioned towards their naked bodies. "Well maybe not this... but I can keep a secret if you can," she challenged.
"I think I might be able to keep this to myself as well," he agreed, "I will let you in on a little secret through."
Excited that she may be in for some juicy detail about his work she gave him her undivided attention. "What's that?"
"I'm not scared of many things, but your father terrifies me."
Nikki cocked her head to the side and laughed. "Dad? Seriously?" She highly doubted that.
"When we were kids he used to dunk my head in the toilet and give me the worst wedgies imaginable. It was a nightmare childhood. And that was just for going into his room. You can only imagine what he'd do to me for this," he joked.
"Uh-huh." she giggled and rolled her eyes again. Nikki stifled a yawn, but not quickly enough for Grant to miss it.
Grabbing the blanket Grant pulled it up over them and ran his fingertips lightly up and down her hip. "Go to sleep. I'll let you have your way with me when you wake up," he assured her, when he noticed she was about to protest.
Nikki smiled and laid her head back down, her fingers tracing the contours of the muscles in his chest and stomach. "Okay," she eventually said closing her eyes, and falling asleep with a contented smile on her face.
****
Nikki's barbecue birthday party was a nightmare for Grant. He loved and missed his family dearly, but they had swarmed him as soon as he and Nikki walked into the front door that next morning. Worse yet, they didn't seem to be interested in letting up with the questions. It was Nikki's birthday, but he seemed to be the main attraction. He didn't like that one little bit.
With less than an hour left before he had to leave he was finally able to snatch her away from his sister - her aunt - and pull her behind the shed. Not the most ideal place to spend some alone time with her, but he'd take what he could get at the moment.
"I'm sorry I haven't been able spend time with you today, I just…"
Nikki placed a slender finger on his lips, silencing him. She quickly replaced her finger with her lips. She had taken a shower when she got home and smelt like strawberries again, not that he minded the scent of their night's escapades on her, but strawberries were nice too.
"It's okay," she assured him. "Everyone always gets excited to see you." she slid her palms up under his t-shirt and caressed the hard muscles of his chest. "I know I get excited to see you," she leaned over and whispered.
His cock rose to the occasion, begging for attention. Grant groaned inwardly. The sexy little woman in front of him was insatiable, and he loved it!
"Listen; when you get settled in school I'll come down to see you. It's a couple of months from now, but I think it's the best I'll be able to do. I have some things at work that need to be taken care of..."
This was the first time he was really dreading leaving. It wasn't that he ever enjoyed being away, but now that he had someone waiting at home for him... well... it just seemed harder for him this time.
Wrapping her arms tightly around his neck she buried her face into him. Closing his eyes, he pulled her tightly to him, enjoying the feel of her body against his. "I know. People are depending on you. I know," she said.
He sighed. "I'll be home again to see you soon. I promise."
She pulled back and smiled lovingly up at him. "You know you've always been my hero."
Grant's face reddened as he chuckled. He'd never really considered himself a hero, just a man who did a necessary job. Regardless, a sense of pride welled up in him as he looked down into her adoring eyes. "I love you Nikki."
Her face brightened, and her smile widened. "I love you too." Her hand came between them and stroked the ridge of his cock over his jeans. "And when you come home to me, I'll show you again just how much."
The End
The Story of Nikki and Grant doesn't stop here, it continues in the Moan for Uncle/Moan For Him series. Look for it on Amazon!
Ramona's Story - A Fine Line
by
Terry Towers
Chapter 1
"Hello Ramona. So, have you fucked anyone I know recently?" Darrien asked with contempt in his tone as he walked past his stepsister Ramona in the main floor hallway of their parents' Beverly Hills mansion. He made sure his elbow caught her square in the shoulder as he brushed past her.
Ramona grunted softly, then stopped mid-stride. She spun around to watch him momentarily as he walked away from her, before calling out. "Well actually..."
Darrien stopped walking and considered his options. Ignore her, and by ignoring her piss her off nice and good and simply leave it at that. She'd be annoyed that she hadn't gained his attention and he'd have the satisfaction of a small victory.
Or, take the bait, turn around and find out what her little mind had to say.
He couldn't resist his curiosity. Turning to face Ramona he slipped his hands into the front pockets of his pants, arched a curious brow at her, and waited for her to continue.
Satisfied she had his attention, a coy grin spread across her painted siren red lips. She looked stunning as usual - in a high maintenance sort of way. "Since you asked. I did have one amazing night, just last week. With someone I think you are very, very familiar with."
She cocked her head to the side and watched his reaction, but to her dismay he remained unreadable. She let her tongue sweep suggestively over her lower lip as her green eyes locked onto his dark ones.
Crossing his arms over his chest he nodded. "By all means, do share, little sister." He was only a couple of years older than her, but still liked the sense of superiority he felt when he said it.
Ramona strode over to him, her long shapely legs carrying her with the grace and poise of a professional dancer. With the five-inch heel designer shoes she was wearing she stood almost to his height of 6'2. She leaned closer to him, close enough that the fine floral scent of her perfume assaulted his nostrils. He would never have admitted it to anyone, but because it was her perfume he got hard each time he smelled that erotic scent, regardless of whether she was around or not.
He swallowed down the desire rising up within him.
She traced her manicured finger down the front of his shirt, applying just the right amount of pressure to send a chill up and down his spine. With her lips grazing his ear she whispered, "I tasted your girlfriend just last week. Becky Walters, isn't it? My tongue had her so hot she exploded within minutes!" She stepped into him, her breasts pressing against his chest, her lips lightly grazing his neck. "And she tasted divine!" Her tongue teased the side of his neck for a moment, and then she pivoted her body around and walked away.
Darrien watched as her hips swayed seductively under the short, red silk dress she wore. The material moulded to her firm, round ass beautifully.
She is such a bitch. He hated that he wanted her so damned badly. Worse than the fact that he wanted her, was the fact she knew he wanted her.
She'd known of his attraction for her from the moment she and his stepmother moved into the house, five years ago, and she loved to use it to her advantage. At first he was simply love-struck, and would have done anything for her. But he soon came to realize - thanks to her fucking every one of his friends - that she didn't feel the same. And that was when it began. The rivalry.
With each passing year, and with each friend of his she fucked, the tension between them deepened. And she did it just to piss him off. To show him what he could never have, what each of his closest buddies got.
Now they were at the point where they would do just about anything to annoy or insult each other. He supposed that at the ages of nineteen and twenty-one, they sh
ould put their differences behind them and call a truce. But, he didn't see that happening anytime soon.
He snorted as he made his way to the dining room. Their parents had invited them to dinner to make some type of official announcement. Darrien had attempted to wheedle the information out of his father, but without success. His father and stepmother were keeping it under tight wraps. He assumed it must have something to do with their trust funds. His was being released next month, when he turned twenty-two.
Darrien found he was the first person to enter the dining room. He looked over at the antique grandfather clock across the room and noticed he was fifteen minutes early. His father was very particular about some things, dinner time being one of them. He and Ramona's mother would not arrive until 6 pm sharp, not a second sooner or later.
Now Ramona, on the other hand, would be fashionably late. She was always late. He'd never met such a princess in all his life and it annoyed him no end. It annoyed everyone in the family no end.
"The world doesn't revolve around you Ramona," he muttered to the room.
I wonder if she actually did do it? One thing he had to admire about her was the fact that Ramona rarely lied. If she said she’d done something, it was done. But eating out his girlfriend just to fuck with him seemed a little over-the-top, even for her. He knew she had partaken in some experimental pussy licking in the past a time or two, but to his knowledge she preferred the cock.
He shrugged, deciding not to worry about it.
In a way Ramona did him a favour. If Becky would spread her legs for some experimentation with Ramona, then God only knew what else she was doing behind his back. A smirk lifted the corners of his lips; he was going to have to thank her for that. That should piss her off nicely.
****
As Ramona made her way to the dining room she couldn't keep the self-satisfied smile from her face. She bet Darrien hadn't seen that one coming! The look on his face when she told him about her little playtime with Beth was priceless.
Beth had been an easy mark. Too easy really. A few glasses of champagne, and she was putty in Ramona's hands. It made Ramona wonder just how faithful she actually was. If Ramona was a betting girl, she'd have guessed that woman had more than a few sex friends on the side. It certainly would be easy enough with a boyfriend like Darrien.
Darrien was on the road at least seventy percent of the year, rarely home for holidays or any type of special occasion. You certainly couldn't count on him for anything, aside from money. Their father was priming him to take over the international branch of the family's shipping company and Darrien took that responsibility very seriously.
She supposed she should admire him for is work ethic... but she didn't.
On the other hand, Ramona had no interest in the family business, or anything else for that matter that didn't include fun. She hadn't even turned twenty yet, for heaven's sakes! She was attractive, healthy and rich so why shouldn't life be fun? She would have lots of time when she was older to work herself to death. That was her way of thinking on the subject.
Ramona's entrance into the dining room was greeted by annoyed frowns from her mother and stepfather, and a self-satisfied smirk from Darrien. She looked up at the clock. It was a quarter past six.
Ooops. Just a wee bit late.
"Nice of you to join us Ramona," Darrien scoffed as she sat across from him.
"Kiss my ass Darrien," she retorted, making herself comfortable in the chair. Once settled she glared at him, daring him to respond.
"It's so damned big I wouldn't know where to start. I think you need to fire your personal trainer. Evidently, he's not that good."
Flipping her dark hair over her shoulder, Ramona decided to ignore his last remark. She was, however, going to have to take a peek at her ass when she was alone. She hadn't been watching her diet like she should, and her dress was feeling a little snug tonight.
As the footman served their dinner - a delicious smelling Italian dish - Ramona chanced a glance over at Darrien. She had to admit, he seemed to get sexier each time she saw him. His dark hair was cut short, and his brown eyes were dark and mysterious.
When she and her mother had moved into the mansion, he was sixteen and a little awkward. He was smart and talented, but still in the dorky transitional stage. He had a crush on her and she had rejected him. Their relationship had gone downhill from there. It had deteriorated to the point where they couldn't stand the sight of each other.
She sometimes regretted how things turned out and there had been occasions when she'd considered waving the white flag, but then he'd say something asinine and the gloves would come back on. The gibes about fucking someone he knew, or the personal trainer comment, were prime examples.
The table remained silent throughout the dinner, until the deserts came around. Ramona was in the process of scooping some strawberry shortcake when Darrien stopped her. Leaning across the table he placed a hand on her wrist. "I wouldn't do that if I were you."
Her eyes narrowed, and Ramona did the first thing that came to mind. Scooping out a generous portion from the bowl she whipped it at him. Darrien jerked back in his chair, and wiped the whip cream from his eyes. Taking a deep breath - in an attempt to calm his temper - his brown eyes glowered at her.
"Very mature."
Ramona smirked and gave him a shrug. "Sorry. That was an accident."
Darrien opened his mouth to respond when their father interrupted. "Before you two start on each other again, we have an announcement."
The combatants glared at each other a final moment before focusing their attention on their parents. Glancing quickly over at Darrien, Ramona held back her laughter. Some of the whipped cream had gotten on his black blazer - it looked expensive. She bet it was tailor made. Pfft. Serves him right.
"We've put up with the two of you fighting for five years now. We endured it when you two were teenagers thinking you would eventually outgrow it." Darrien's father started.
Ramona's mother continued where her husband had left off, "Now that you two are adults this behaviour is unacceptable. So we've set up a little... getaway for the two of you. To work out your differences."
"Or kill each other in the process. Either way, we couldn’t care less as long as this childish nonsense comes to an end," their father interrupted.
"Dad. You know I'm too busy with the company currently to just go on some getaway with her," he jerked his thumb over at Ramona.
"Yes and I've got-"
"An aerobics class," Darrien offered. He looked up at his father and motioned towards Ramona, "I really think she shouldn't miss that." He proceeded to make a large circle in the air with his hands and jerked his head in her direction.
"I hate you," she spat.
"Likewise."
Ramona's mother looked up at her husband and shook her head. He patted her hand in response and gave her a reassuring nod. "I have the company under control. So here's the deal. If you don’t go there and have your differences resolved within a week; You Darrien are out of a job, and you Ramona are cut off. Meaning neither one of you will be receiving your trust funds when you turn twenty-two."
Ramona's face blanched. "Cut off," she echoed. He couldn't possibly mean cut off, as in no money. As in no credit cards. As in go get a job! Looking at Darrien she realized that he was also having some difficulty comprehending what his father was proposing.
"You couldn't possibly be serious about firing me if I don't do this, dad," Darrien stated, frowning. "I turn twenty-two next month. You know I had plans for some of that money."
"We are very serious," his father affirmed.
"Well, what sort of place is this? You mean like a resort or something?" Ramona asked hopefully. A resort she could handle. She'd simply talk to Darrien, they'd pretend to have settled their differences and all would be right with the world once again. A smile threatened to touch her lips. Maybe he was going to send them to Cancun. That would be nice. She could use some downtime in the sun.
; Their parents shared a private smile before looking back to Darrien and Ramona.
"Sorry dear, not a resort." Her mother gave her an apologetic smile.
If not a resort then where? She shot a look over at Darrien who caught her gaze for a moment. The look of concern flashed in his eyes as well. Ramona was beginning to get a bad feeling in the pit of her stomach; wherever they were going she suspected she wasn't going to like it.
Chapter 2
One Week Later
As they pulled to a stop, Ramona peered out of the backseat window of the hired car that had driven them to their "getaway" and nearly burst into tears. The black sedan had parked in front of a tiny hunting cabin, in what appeared to be the middle of nowhere, many hours drive from civilization.
"They can't be serious," she gasped. She looked over to where Darrien had been sitting beside her. He was gone. Heaving a loud sigh, Ramona opened her door and stepped out onto the dirt road, if she could even remotely call it a road. It was more of a narrow dirt path, just large enough to allow a passing truck through.
"That's all of them," the driver said to Darrien who was now closing her door behind her.
"Okay thanks," Darrien gave the driver - a tall, dark-haired lanky fellow - a nod.
Wait a second! Was the driver going? He couldn't be serious about leaving them there. A feeling of panic started to overwhelm her. She tried to reopen the car door, but the driver had already gotten back inside the car and had locked the doors.
"No! You can't just leave us here!" She slapped at the passenger side window with the palm of her hand as the car shifted into gear and pulled away. The sound of laughter had her spinning around to glower at the source: Darrien. "You're stuck here too you know, or haven't you noticed that?"
