by S. E. Law
The three of us swim around and make small talk for a little while before Kane dries off to fire up the grill for dinner. A few moments later, Daddy and I also get out of the pool. As I’m drying my body off with the towel Kane had provided, I feel someone watching me.
I look over toward the grill just as Kane casually turns away from me. A smile and a blush spread across my face at the thought of Kane watching me towel off.
Lately, I’ve gotten bolder in my flirtations with Kane, and it always feels like he’s flirting back, but maybe that’s just wishful thinking on my part. Either way, I can’t seem to stop myself. I love watching the look on Kane’s face when I say something I shouldn’t or I slip in an innuendo of some sort.
Just talking to him that way, innocently flirting with him, makes me feel sexy. Okay, so maybe my flirting isn’t so innocent. I’m not hurting anyone, though, except maybe myself since it just makes me want Kane even more.
After wrapping the towel around my waist, I walk over to the grill and link my hands around Kane’s bicep while resting my head on his back like I always did as a kid.
“What can I help with?”
“Can you set the table and make sure your dad doesn’t chop a finger off slicing up those vegetables?” Kane teases.
I laugh and release his arm.
“I’m on it.”
One 4th of July when I was about thirteen, Kane came to our house for a big party, and my father sliced open his finger pretty badly while chopping food. I had freaked out, and Kane had been the one to calm me down in the emergency room while Daddy got twenty stitches.
I remember curling up on Kane’s lap as he rubbed my back and told me everything was going to be okay. He had made me feel incredibly safe and calm. He’d always had that effect on me, and I was grateful for it.
There were times when my father was furious at me for skipping school or for staying out all night, and I’d be banished to my room. I would call Kane up crying, and he’d cheer me up.
The more I think about how much Kane has been there for me while growing up, the more attractive he becomes to me. I know it’s wrong to want my godfather as badly as I do, but I think the taboo of it just makes me want him more.
3
Renee
Walking into the kitchen, I see Daddy slicing zucchini, peppers, and mushrooms. I go through Kane’s cabinets, gathering what I need to set the table.
“Please be careful, Dad.”
“Come on, you still don’t trust me with a knife? I sliced my finger eight years ago, Renee!”
I pat his back. “I’m just looking out for you. I’m still traumatized from seeing your finger barely hanging on.”
“You always were squeamish,” he chuckled. “You’ll have to get over that if you decide to become a nurse.”
Rolling my eyes, I gather the plates, napkins, and silverware and bring them outside. I don’t want to become a nurse or a secretary or a hospitality manager, like my father has suggested over and again to me every chance he gets.
He keeps picking out the most practical jobs in existence for me to aspire to. All I want to do is be creative in some way, preferably in an artsy way. Maybe I’ll design comic books or do portraits on the boardwalk for all I care. Just as long as I get to draw and create something awesome, I’ll be happy. Daddy doesn’t think of being an artist as a real job, though.
As I set the table, I glance up at Kane, expecting to see the back of him as he flips steaks on the grill. To my surprise, he’s watching me as I lean over the table. I smile, and his eyes dance from my face down to my chest. His lips curl into a smirk.
“See something you like?” I ask boldly.
Kane rolls his eyes and laughs, half turning toward the grill to keep an eye on it while he keeps an eye on me.
“That bikini is dangerous.”
I look down at my boobs and adjust them before meeting Kane’s eyes again.
“That’s the point.” I shrug my shoulders, making my boobs bounce.
He shakes his head at me, and I laugh.
“You should put something on over it,” Kane commands over his shoulder as he turns the steaks.
“Why? Does it make you uncomfortable?” I taunt him.
Kane peers over at me just as Daddy walks outside with a tray filled with chopped vegetables.
“All done, and no limbs maimed,” he says, bringing the foil tray over to Kane.
“I’m proud of you, Colt,” he claps my father on his back.
Kane finishes cooking the dinner as I continue setting the table. The sun starts to set, causing the temperature to drop a couple of degrees. Throughout dinner, a slight chill runs through my body, but I don’t dare give Kane the satisfaction of putting my cover-up on. Besides, the thin material would do little to warm me anyway.
A few times throughout the meal, I catch Kane’s eyes wandering over my body. It can’t be all in my imagination! Even if I call Kane out on it, though, I know he would never admit that his steely blue eyes were checking out his goddaughter.
“Renee, you must be cold,” Daddy says, realizing that I’m the only one at the table without a shirt on. “Didn’t you bring something to change into?”
“No. I packed my bag in a rush, and I wasn’t expecting it to be chilly tonight,” I shrug. “I’m fine. I do have to use the bathroom, though. If you gentlemen will excuse me…”
I stand up and grab my bag before walking inside. As I do, I throw a quick glance over my shoulder. Sure enough, Kane’s eyes flicker down to his plate. That sexy son of a bitch was checking out my ass… or maybe he wasn’t.
Suddenly, I feel self-conscious about my body. Maybe Kane’s staring has nothing to do with him checking me out and everything to do with my plus-size figure in a bikini. What if he thinks I’m too thick to be wearing such a revealing swimsuit?
I put that horribly insecure feeling to the back of my mind as my urgency to pee increases when I walk inside the house. The change in temperatures must have affected my bathroom needs. I jog upstairs and head into Kane’s master bathroom, knowing the downstairs one has just been repainted and is still drying.
After I’m done using the toilet, I look in the mirror while washing my hands, trying to shake the insecurity I’m still feeling. Sifting through my bag, I grab my makeup kit and touch up my mascara and eyeliner.
I yank my hair down from the bun and pull it back into a neat, low ponytail. Spritzing myself with my favorite cherry-vanilla body splash, I wish I had brought a change of clothes. To think, I packed all of my makeup and hair supplies, but I forgot to pack something to change into.
As I’m about to leave the bathroom, I notice another door on the other side of the room. Being nosey, I open the door and see that it leads to Kane’s bedroom.
Stepping into his room, I practically drool over the king-size bed as I imagine Kane lying naked on it. I walk over to the bed and run my hand over the gray and navy comforter. Peeking my head down the hallway, I make sure no one is coming before sitting down and bouncing up and down on the mattress once before becoming gutsier.
Lying back on the bed, my body sinks into the mattress, and my head does the same to the pillow. Kane’s scent fills my senses. It’s manly—cedar with a hint of bergamot. I bury my face in the pillow, relishing in his smell and in the comfort of his bed.
Between the looks Kane has been giving me and being in his bedroom, I can’t help but feel my hormones take over. I imagine a world where Kane wants me, and the sexiness that encompassed me earlier comes back, replacing my insecurities for the time being.
I come back to my senses and realize that if my father or Kane sees me lying in here, I’ll be reprimanded and humiliated. Quickly sitting up, I fix the pillow and stand up to fix the bedspread. As I’m about to walk out, I can’t resist the urge to open the nightstand drawer next to the bed, not sure what I’m hoping to find inside.
Only four things are inside the drawer: a crime novel, condoms, a journal, and a pen. Upon seeing the condo
ms, jealousy overwhelms me as I wonder what other women have been in this bed with him. With his gorgeous face and sexy body, not to mention his alpha male persona, he could have any woman he wants.
My heart sinks just thinking about that fact. Get real, Renee. Why would Kane be looking at me? Maybe it wasn’t because he liked what he saw or because he didn’t like what he saw either.
Maybe he was looking at me because he sees me as a little girl still and doesn’t think I should be showing my body off for that reason alone. Out of the three reasons I’ve come up with, that one seems the most likely, knowing how Kane must see me.
I pick up the moleskin journal, surprised Kane would keep one. It doesn’t seem like his style. He’s a tough guy, and usually, tough guys don’t write in diaries.
Flipping open the journal to the latest entry, I start reading as I sit back down on the bed.
I can feel her hard nipples against my chest as she hugs me goodbye. Instantly, my dick hardens, and I know I have to be inside her. My sweet girl. I bet she tastes like cherry, just like the scent she wears.
My pussy is wet instantaneously, and I almost come on Kane’s bed. I wonder who he is talking about. I turn the page, and my mouth drops open in shock.
Placing my hands on Renee’s juicy ass, she squeaks in surprise before I kiss her sexy lips. Like everything else on her body, Renee’s lips are full and beautiful.
Holy shit! I wasn’t imagining things. Kane wants to fuck me! I quickly throw the journal in my bag and shut the drawer. I straighten the bed once more and hurry out of Kane’s bedroom. I can feel the wetness between my legs as I hurry down the stairs.
Kane and Daddy are in the kitchen cleaning up as I try to appear casual.
“Are you okay?” Daddy asks. “I was getting worried about you,” he chuckles.
Kane is squatting down with a paper towel, cleaning up something he dropped. He glances up at me, but his eyes never make it past my bikini bottoms. Oh God! He can probably see how wet I am.
“I’m fine,” I say, casually dropping my bag over the front of my body. “I just wanted to freshen up.”
I hurry out to the patio and grab my towel to wrap around my waist. I throw on my cover-up before helping bring in any other items that were left outside.
“Still cold, huh?” Kane asks with a smirk.
“I’m okay,” I say, not looking him in the eye. “I’ll take dish duty.”
“Leave them,” Kane says. “I’ll run the dishwasher later.”
“Dinner was delicious. Thank you.”
I manage to make brief eye contact with Kane, and he winks.
“Anytime.”
Daddy’s back is turned, which gives me an opportunity to touch Kane without my father finding it odd. Flashing a smile at Kane, I stretch up on my tip-toes and give him a hug, catching him by surprise.
I lock my fingers behind his neck and look into his eyes.
“I hope we can get together more often now that your busy season at work is dying down.”
Biting my bottom lip, I sit back down on my heels with Kane’s arms still wrapped around my back. His large hands rest right above my ass. I silently dare him to grab it, but I know he won’t.
I fit perfectly in his arms, and I don’t want to let go as Kane and I stare into each other’s eyes. Something has changed now that I’ve read his journal. I know he feels the difference; I want him to feel it.
I want to give him permission to fulfill whatever fantasies he has about me. Oh God, this is surreal.
“Yeah, Kane. It’ll be nice to see you around more,” Daddy says.
Kane pulls out of the hug and runs a hand through his jet-black hair.
“Of course. You’re my two favorite people,” Kane says. “You’re family.”
I almost laugh, wondering if Kane fantasizes about other members of his “family” or just me. God, I hope it’s just me. With Kane’s trusty journal in my possession, I’ll find out all of his dirty little secrets. I can’t wait to get home and read every page.
4
Kane
A combination of relief and disappointment washes over me after Colt and Renee leave my house. I love spending time with my buddy and his little girl, but Renee isn’t so little anymore. She’s a full-blown woman with the curves to prove it! Fuck, when did she grow up? It all seemed to happen so quickly.
Renee is smoking hot, and I think she enjoys teasing me with her sexy body. I can’t stop looking at her huge tits and unbelievable ass.
I’d always found Renee’s crush on me to be cute, but that was when she was a little girl. Now that Renee’s eighteen, she’s more flirtatious, and God help me, so am I.
I can see it in her eyes… Renee wants to fuck me. I swear, I saw a darkened patch on the crotch of her bikini bottoms. Her pussy was wet for me, and she was blushing over it.
Fuck. If Renee was anyone else, I’d have her in my bed right now… but she’s Colt daughter. He and I go way back; we’ve been there for each other through just about everything.
Colt was there for me when both of my parents died, and I was there for him when Renee’s mother left him. Throughout the years, I took Renee off his hands for weekend sleepovers and any other time he needed a break or someone to watch her.
Renee didn’t need a babysitter anymore, but I had many fantasies where she had to spend the weekend with me like she did when she was little.
Fuck. There’s something seriously wrong with me. I’m Renee’s godfather, for Christ’s sake! Whether she has a crush on me or not, it wouldn’t be right. She’s too young, and she’s practically family to me. Besides, Colt would never forgive me if I fooled around with his only daughter. I need a shower to cool off and to get Renee out of my head.
Entering my master bathroom, I’m hit with the sweet scent of cherry and vanilla. Renee must have used the upstairs bathroom rather than the downstairs one out of respect for it just having been painted. I appreciate her thoughtfulness, but the idea of her in just her bikini in my master bathroom does nothing to make my erection go away.
I turn on the cold water in the shower and drop my shorts. My body is tense as I step into the shower, and the cold water hits me with a sting. I remain under the spray for a few minutes before washing the chlorine off of my body with soap.
After drying off, I head into my bedroom. My erection is still at attention. I need to release these erotic thoughts of Renee into my journal and rub one out if I’m ever going to sleep tonight.
I’m a total man’s man, so I’ve never told anyone I keep a journal. But I have kept one ever since I was a teenager; it had helped me sort through all of those raging hormones I’d had. My journal is the one place I can release all of the stress I have from running my own construction company, as well as the loneliness I sometimes feel.
I sometimes write about my own hopes for the future or how I miss having a family. Ever since my parents died, Colt and Renee have been the only two people who were constant in my life.
Most of the time, I write different fantasies about women… well, lately, one woman. Renee Linwood.
I open the bedside table that houses my journal, but all I see is the novel I’ve been reading, a pen, and condoms. No journal. I try not to immediately panic.
Thinking for a moment, I contemplate if I put the journal somewhere else, but I know damn well I didn’t.
I haven’t taken the journal out of my bedroom since I moved into this house. Sitting down on the bed, I’m perplexed when that familiar smell hits me again. Cherry and vanilla. Fuck. Renee! She had to have taken the journal!
Throwing myself down on the bed, with my erection still at attention, I try to figure out what to do. Do I confront Renee and demand she return my book? I could give her a firm lecture about snooping through other people’s things. Visions of me throwing Renee over my knee and spanking her big ass pop into my mind.
Shaking those thoughts away, I wonder if Renee will tell Colt what I’ve been writing about her. Would she do that? I
doubt it. Renee knows that if she tells her father I’ve been writing erotic stories about her, Colt will never let her see me again. I know Renee wouldn’t let that happen. Even if she doesn’t have a crush on me, Renee wants me in her life, and in Colt’s.
Whatever Renee is planning on doing with my journal, I know it will only lead to trouble, though. Even if she does nothing with it, she’ll look at me with a knowing smile and begin to tease me with her body more than she already does.
Shit, this is so fucking bad.
5
Renee
The next morning as I sit in the kitchen, I can barely keep my eyes open even as I sip black coffee, which I hate. I usually drink my coffee weak and extra sweet, but I seriously need to wake up.
“Rough night?” Daddy asks as he grabs a mug for himself.
“I couldn’t sleep.”
While that was sort of true, the reason I couldn’t sleep was because I kept distracting myself. Kane’s journal had proved to be a real page turner! Each juicy entry starred Kane and I having fictional sex, and the more I read, the hornier I got.
Sometimes, Kane’s writing wasn’t fictional, though. There were a few entries where he talked about some idiot at work or how he was glad he’d moved to Tarrytown to be closer to Dad and me. He wanted to look out for us, knowing my mother had really done a number on my father.
And sometimes, Kane just talked about how beautiful I had become, which was incredibly sweet and gave my ego a major boost. It does nothing to help the fact that I want to jump his bones, though. In fact, it makes me want him even more—to know that Kane doesn’t simply have a fetish for big tits and ass… that he also finds my eyes to be captivating, and he thinks my smile lights up a room.
“What do you have planned for today?” Daddy asks, interrupting my thoughts of Kane.
