by T. L. Tate
The Reluctant Hero:
The Tainted Series
T.L. Tate
Copyright 2017 by T.L. Tate
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I hold you in my arms and open my heart. Without you, I can’t survive.
Table of Contents:
Part I
Part II
Part III
Epilogue
The Reluctant Hero:
The Tainted Series
Part I
I was out of breath and covered in sweat. I looked at her from across the room. Her green eyes watched me closely. I could feel them following me the entire time. I started to say something but she shook her head slightly and smirked. I knew what she was thinking. She was thinking that she owned me. Despite my own feelings to the contrary, she did have a point. Straightening myself to my full height, I reached behind me and grabbed the cold glass of water that was waiting for me.
I heard her laugh, “What’s the matter, Lance? Need a break already? We’ve barely just begun.” She stalked towards me, her large breasts bobbing as she twisted her hips while she walked. Alone, in her bedroom, Jessa placed one hand on my chest while the other hand was on my stomach. She smiled up at me, “What’s wrong? No stamina?”
I could hear the laughter in her voice. I wanted to tell her what I really thought about her but I couldn’t. Instead, I turned to leave in order to grab another piece of her ridiculously heavy furniture.
Today was moving day. Jessa, my sister-in-law, flew back into town on Sunday. As soon as her plane touched down my wife, Jen, scooped her up and they went shopping for all of the necessities. Jessa flew back home a few days ago, only to pack more of her things and officially separate from her husband, Richard. Now she has a condo just a few minutes away from my home and I couldn’t be more irritated. See, a few months back, Jen and I were invited to spend a week at Jessa and Richard’s home. From the moment we arrived until the moment that we left, all they did was bicker. It was like having a front row seat to the viewing of a train wreck. I didn’t think that two people could ever be so ill matched until I saw the two of them together. Why they ever agreed to get married and stay married was a mystery.
Now, while all of that was sad and uncomfortable, the worst happened on one of the last days that we were there. My wife hasn’t had the easiest life. She was raised by a pair of narcissists with too much money and egos the size of the Grand Canyon. They raised their children with just enough ambivalence to be considered neglectful. Of course, that was assuming that one of their two daughters didn’t do anything to embarrass them or their family name. As long as Jen stayed in her lane, they didn’t so much as acknowledge her presence. On the off chance that Jen did something that may (in some obtuse fashion) insult their image then it was hellfire and brimstone. In the rare instances when they deigned to be actual parents, they would only spare their limited parental expertise to their eldest daughter, Jessa. They considered Jen a mistake and treated her as such. Therefore, the first chance she got she left home.
Unfortunately, this wasn’t the end of her struggles. Years in college didn’t exactly improve my wife’s sense of self-worth. Instead, it made it even worse. She was alienated from her family and would only hear from her parents if her grades slipped. She adopted a dark and solitary persona. In the rare instances when she would meet a guy, she would allow herself to be used and the guy would toss her away. This happened over and over and continued to erode her self-esteem until the point that she resided on a very dangerous cusp. That was when we met.
I say, “met”, but we actually went to the same high school. During our time there, we both wore masks that better fit the expectations of our peers and families. She played the role of a spastic prepster. I played the part of a dull-witted jock. In college we both shed our masks and her darker side came out while my nerdy side took sway. When we met again it was only because I was working as a part-time tutor in order to fuel my weekend escapades. We didn’t really meet the other person until that day when our masks were shed and we were forced into confronting who the other really was.
But as it turns out we hit it off extremely well. After months of spending time together and allowing a budding attraction to take hold, I almost lost her when I (under the influence of way too much alcohol) slept with another woman on her couch. In my drunken state, I thought the girl was Jen. It wasn’t until after we were done that I realized what happened. Although she was angry and hurt, I was able to convince Jen to give me a second chance. From there, we hit the ground running and it was nothing but roses and sunshine.
That was 12 years ago. Now we’re married with a beautiful set of boy/girl twins, Aesop and Avi. I love my wife with everything that I have and would do anything to protect her. And it was that love and sense of protection that put me in this godforsaken mess. As I said, a few days before we were to leave Jessa and Richard’s, Jessa cornered me in the bathroom and forced me into an unwanted sexual encounter. Over the years, Jen has made remarkable progress in building her self-esteem, but the demons of her past are not easy to shake. She was always looking for an excuse as to why I would leave her and I was always pulling her back from the edge. This was more than apparent to Jessa, and considering that Jessa has held a hateful grudge against Jen since Jen went away to college, she used it as a cold-blooded but well aimed threat. Given the circumstances, I didn’t feel that I had a right to refuse.
Right after it happened I swore that I would never allow myself to be alone with Jessa. Things were going well but unfortunately, Jessa was already several steps ahead. Earlier in that day she had already secured permission from Jen to come stay with us during the summer months. Jessa used the guise of being a concerned big sister who just wanted to spend more time with her little sister and her niece and nephew. Jen bought into her lies and agreed. In the two months that followed Jessa and Jen got remarkably close. They were so close that Jen forgot all about the angst that used to plague her when it came to her sister. But I didn’t forget.
A couple of weeks ago, Jessa finally showed up. I drew a line in the sand immediately and she claimed remorse. I didn’t buy it at first but as the days went by her regret seemed genuine, as did her feelings for her sister and the twins. I believed her. I truly believed her. Unfortunately, all it to
ok was for Jen and the twins to be gone for a few hours for Medusa to poke her head up out of the shadows. She showed me a video that she took when she had (unbeknownst to me) knocked me out with drugs. And like that mythical Gorgon, she had me frozen in terror as her true self emerged. Under the weight of her threats I gave her exactly what she wanted…again. While I thought that that was the end of it, reality slapped me in the face. Jessa and Richard were separating and she would be moving up here to live by us. Once again, Jessa was several steps ahead.
While it’s only been two days since she has returned, Jessa’s presence has seeped into nearly every facet of my life. My wife and kids couldn’t stop gushing about her and now she was moving into the neighborhood. There was no getting rid of her—a fact, in which she seemed to enjoy taunting me.
I felt her hand on my shoulder when I was halfway out of her bedroom. I stopped. Her voice was in my ear, whispering for only me to hear. “You know I got a king-size bed.”
I hated being this close to her. My voice was gruff, “Yeah? What of it?”
I felt her tongue on my earlobe, “Just letting you know so that you’re aware when you stay the night and we christen the place.”
“Jessa, please. You know I don’t want any of this.”
She pressed her body against mine, “Who ever said you had to want it? I don’t care what you want. As long as you do what I want then Jen will never need to find out.”
I wanted to scream. I wanted to fight. I clenched my fists tightly as my body shook with rage. Right before she left last week, Jen found out she was pregnant. We were going to have another baby. It should’ve been a happy or even overwhelming occasion. Unfortunately, this information only acted to strengthen Jessa’s control over me. She knew that I wouldn’t do anything that would cause me to lose my family. I was her puppet. The only things that were missing were the strings.
Willing myself to calm down, I sighed. “Understood.” Without another word, I left her room and headed downstairs to get the next load of crap.
On the first floor, I found her bent over the boxes as her ass and thighs made a delectable heart-shape in the air. Despite all of the stress that Jessa brings me, seeing Jen always made me feel better. I leaned against the wall and watched in silence as she sorted through the box. She was humming a tune and was waving her bottom in the air in beat with her tune. When she turned she let out a startled yelp.
I smiled, “Looking good, babe.”
Her cheeks turned pink out of embarrassment. “Lance! Don’t do that.”
I walked over to her and wrapped her in my arms. After all of these years, Jen has only become more beautiful. Her oval face had subtle age lines, which filled her with even more character. Her dark eyes were big and piercing. It was like two pools of dark chocolate that you could fall into and never resurface. Her lips were upturned at the corners, which led to plump pillows that were beyond kissable. I watched her smile as I pulled her closer. I felt her humble breasts against me and could feel the edges of her piercings as they poked through her sports bra. My hand slid down the arch of her back and threatened to firmly grasp her curvy backside.
I kissed her lips and she pushed back and smiled. “What was that for?”
“Can’t a man kiss his wife? Especially when that wife is looking so fucking sexy.”
She blushed, “Lance!” She slapped my chest and I laughed. I grabbed her ass and she squeaked. “Lance, I’m all sweaty.”
“I don’t care. I just want a little taste.”
Her eyes grew larger as she felt my cock hardening. “Easy there, mister. We’re not doing anything over here.”
“Not even a little?” I pouted and this caused her to laugh.
“Not even a little.” She smiled, but that didn’t stop her for teasing me. She turned and pretended to drop something. Bending over, she rubbed her amazing ass against my hard cock. Once she was sure that she gave me a nice good teasing, she stood up slowly, arching her back the entire way.
I couldn’t help myself. I reached into her shirt and cupped her right breast and rolled her hard nipple between my fingers. Despite her early rebuttal, she was butter in my hands. She gasped as I touched her and pressed herself to me even more. Moving her butt side-to-side, she held my wrist in place as I teased her nipple. We were in a world of our own making and it was a sweet place to be.
“What do you two think you’re doing?” And just like that, our world dissolved.
I turned to see Jessa standing against the wall that led to the staircase. She was watching us with unguarded fascination. Jen practically jumped out of my arms as she tucked a long strand of her hair behind her ear. “J-Jessa!” She rushed over to the box that I found her in like Jessa didn’t just catch us in the act of fooling around.
Jessa smirked as she watched me. I didn’t feel an ounce of levity so I leveled my eyes at her.
“Don’t you guys have your own house to do that stuff in?” There was a slight aggressiveness to her tone. To some, it might’ve seemed like she was teasing us but I knew it for what it was…jealousy. She wanted me all to herself and hated that I loved her sister.
But Jen didn’t know this. Grabbing a handful of plates, she rushed into the kitchen, her cheeks red. “Sorry Jessa! God that’s embarrassing.”
Jessa walked passed me into the kitchen where Jen was and wrapped her in her arms and laughed. She watched me as she spoke. “Don’t worry about it. I’m just giving you a hard time. Who wouldn’t want to have a piece of that hunk you call a husband?”
Although she wasn’t facing me, I could sense Jen’s face turn an interesting shade. She whined, “J-Jessa!”
Jessa laughed. Normally, Jen would explode if anyone showed even the slightest ounce of interest in me. Hell, I’m not even allowed to go to the twins’ preschool by myself because some of the mothers and teachers have a thing for me. But that doesn’t seem to be the case in terms of Jessa. Jen doesn’t rise to provocation when Jessa does it because she thinks that her sister is ultimately immune to me. But she’s wrong. Dead wrong.
Right on cue, Jessa blew me a kiss and I turned away in disgust. Grabbing her expensive nightstand, I headed towards the stairs.
It was hours before we were finished. By that point we were all exhausted. I fell down on the leather couch only to have Jen fall on me a second later and Jessa the second after that. There I was, with my angelic wife and fucking Satan sitting on opposite sides of me. We were covered in sweat and all of our stomachs growled at the same time. We all chuckled.
“Well, I guess that does it.” Jessa placed her head on my shoulder.
“Yeah, I’m glad we’re finally finished.” Jen slid her head onto my lap.
“…” I sat there in uncomfortable silence.
I felt Jessa nuzzle into me, “What do you guys want to eat? It’s my treat.”
“Oh, you don’t have to do that, sis.”
“Like hell she doesn’t”, I said. “She put us to work. The least she could do is feed us.”
Jen looked up at me and stuck her tongue out. “Fine. I’m good with whatever…as long as it’s not too spicy.”
“What about you, Lance?” Jessa wasn’t looking at me but I could feel the tension in her voice. “What are you hungry for?”
I shifted uncomfortably. “E-excuse me.” Both women let me up as I stood up and stretched. Jen moved over until her head was now on Jessa’s lap while Jessa watched me with flint in her eyes. “Umm, how about I go out and grab it? I mean I could use the fresh air.”
“Are you sure, babe? I wouldn’t mind going. You carried all of the heavy stuff all by yourself.”
“Yeah, Lance. Let Jen go.” There was a warning in her words but I ignored it.
“No, that’s fine. You’re pregnant. Just take it easy. Why don’t you guys get showered up? I’ll just run home real quick and clean up and then I’ll come back with food. Deal?”
Jen nodded her head sleepily and yawned. “Sounds good to me. I could use a nap.”
/> Jessa looked like she wanted to take my head off but after a moment she nodded coolly. “Okay.” That was all that she said but it wasn’t a normal ‘okay’. It was more like an ‘Okay, you do that and I’ll feed you your own nuts.’
I swallowed loudly and then headed out to my car and drove the couple of blocks to our house.
Once inside, my phone started buzzing immediately. It was a text from Jessa.
I know what you’re doing.
I don’t know what you’re talking about. I just came home to grab a quick shower that’s it.
I’m not stupid.
I didn’t say you were.
You think that just because you left now that I’m not going to get what I want.
I don’t know what you’re talking about.
Yes you do. You should’ve let Jen go. Now I’m going to have to show her the movie. It’s your funeral.
My heart was in my throat.
No. Please. I’m sorry. What can I do?
That’s a good boy. First off when you get undressed I want you to get your dick nice and hard and take a pic then send it to me. Then, when you get back you are going to fuck me. Understood?
We can’t do that. Jen is there. She’ll find out.
That’s your problem. Not mine. You should’ve let her go in the first place and this wouldn’t happen. Maybe this will teach you to not disobey me again.
