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Losing Control at the Lake Ch. 01

By: Scheherazade73



I had my headphones on and my eyes closed when I felt the first warm splash on my cheek. My uncle Jayme, back from his latest adventure, squirting me in the face with a water gun that did not contain water, judging from the yeasty smell it left on my shirt. 

"Jayme!" I shrieked, "Is that warm beer? You're so disgusting!" I swatted at him, but he leaped out of my reach, laughing, as he headed in to torment my mother. He must have pulled the same trick on her, because within seconds I heard her similar shriek and his somewhat muffled laughter.

I smiled to myself because I knew the summer would be far more fun with him around. Jayme was my mother's youngest sibling, the "oops," as he was so often called, and he lived up to the name. Little Jayme did was responsible, productive - or hell, even legal -- but he had a great time and enjoyed life to the fullest. He made his living playing in bars for a hundred here or there, crashed with roommates and spent summers and holidays with us. At twenty-four, he was18 years my mother's junior and far more like an older cousin than an uncle, and my twin brother and I loved when he came to visit. Although it usually ended with my father not speaking to my mother for a few days, I could count on Jayme to provide excitement and give Derek and me a taste of his carefree, exotic life. 

Not only that, but I'd always had a huge crush on Jayme. Around the time I was twelve, my interest in him became more physical. I couldn't keep my eyes off him. Every time he touched me or even turned his blue eyes in my direction, my heart raced and my stomach did flip-flops. Of course, he'd always considered me just a kid, but I hoped that this summer -- my eighteenth summer - he would see me as an equal. 

This time, Jayme had just returned from a sailing trip, the details of which were sketchy at best. The sun had had bronzed his skin and bleached his hair and beard. His wiry body seemed more muscular than ever, and his legendary appetite was even more ferocious than usual. He ate three plates before he even spoke, which had my mother worried but my father delighted. He hated Jayme's sense of humor, which he thought was inappropriate; his lack of concern for dinner table etiquette, which Jayme loved to play up in my father's presence; and his hippie looks. Jayme didn't shave or brush his hair, and he paid little attention to clothing; though always clean he looked, according to my father, "like a homeless drug addict." But Derek and I couldn't get enough of Jayme's wild looks and bohemian attitude. Which was exactly what my father was most afraid of. 

That night we lobbied for a slasher film double-feature that sent my father immediately upstairs with a glass of bourbon. My mom hung in there for awhile, happy to see her youngest and favorite sibling. Finally, when the yawning overtook her, she excused herself, squeezing Jayme and murmuring sleepily at us not to make too much noise as she headed up the stairs. Derek and I both rolled our eyes. We'd turned 18 in May, and I couldn't wait for us to go to college and not be treated like children. 

Jayme knew this. The second my mom went upstairs, he turned to us and whispered, "I know of a party. Are you two in?" Derek, always the worrier, glanced guiltily back at the stairs, but I didn't have to be asked twice. While Derek stammered his excuses, I raced to my room and shed my lounge pants for cutoffs and a halter top. I fluffed my hair and spritzed myself with some body spray and evaluated myself in the mirror: long, tan legs; flat stomach peeking out between the cutoffs and top; full, pert breasts; big brown eyes; long, silky hair. I didn't look like a kid anymore, either. Would he notice?

"There's my little party girl!" Jayme teased, when I returned to the living room. "Damn, Skinny, you're growing up nicely," he said, eyeing me appreciatively. I thought he looked at me longer than he had earlier, but maybe I was just imagining it. He clearly still saw me as a kid. He still used that horrible nickname from my childhood, so it was obvious that I was mistaken. So off we went, leaving Derek to the comfort of the living room. 

"Not much of a party animal, is he?" he mused, as we slipped out the back door. 

"Nope," I agreed. "I think he'd love to stay home all the time and just play video games. I swear that's all he does in that dark room of his." 

Jayme hooted. "I guarantee that's not all he does," he said with a grin, wiggling his eyebrows lasciviously at me.

"Oh, God, that's so disgusting! I really don't want to picture my brother jerking off, thank you very much!"

"Yep, that image is in there now. Good luck with that." He grinned again and pulled me behind him by the wrist, leading me through the back gate and onto the gravel alley that connected the back yards of the three other houses on our part of the lake. "So where are we going, anyway?" I asked. 

"You'll see," he said, cupping his hands to light a cigarette. After a drag he offered it wordlessly to me, and not wanting to seem like a kid, I took a puff. "Look at you, bad girl. You're just all grown up this summer, aren't you?" And this time I didn't mistake the appraising glance he gave me, because he held my gaze when my eyes met his. I knew that look. 

Suddenly I had butterflies. 

"Yeah, so..." he cleared his throat. "You know where you're going. And you know everyone there." 

"I do?" I asked. And then I realized where he was leading me. Josh Hickman's house, the last house between the lake and the river. Josh was older than me but younger than Jayme, in his early twenties though it was hard to tell, because he neither worked nor attended school. A trust fund baby, he spent most of his time driving his Mustang around with random blondes and partying with his mother, who was an infamous hostess of underage parties and a rumored cougar. 

"Seriously? Josh Hickman's house?" I complained. Not that it was a true complaint. Secretly, I thought Josh was sexy -- his loose-limbed, perpetually-stoned dark beauty the stuff of many a private fantasy for the girls in the classes behind him. Many times I had pictured Josh when I touched myself, and the memory of that made me blush now. I was so grateful for the cover of darkness. 

"Seriously. And I am seriously gonna make Mrs. Hickman beg for it tonight," he bragged, scratching his chest and grinning at me. 

"Yeah," I scoffed, "Because that's hard to do." 

He patted my head. "Little one," he said, "You may be older than you were last summer, and you may be a hell of a lot sexier, but you're still just as naïve. I didn't say ask for it. I said beg for it." And his blue eyes caught mine in the light at the edge of the yard, and I saw a heat in them that made my stomach flip-flop again. And then cursed myself. He was my uncle. It was wrong. It was like noticing Derek, which I had lately, even though he was my twin. I had suddenly grown far more aware of men -- including, unfortunately, my own brother. But I pushed all those thoughts out of my head as I trailed Jayme up the footpath. 

Once there, I saw that it was a very small gathering. Josh and several friends were drinking beers around a fire pit, and the smell of weed sweetened the air. Among the group was Alicia, a girl who'd graduated a year ahead of me and who had been Josh's on-again, off-again girlfriend for most of her junior year, and Cate, who had briefly dated Derek. 

"Dana," drawled Alicia in her raspy voice, "I see you brought your deadbeat uncle. You poor thing -- are you stuck with him all summer?" She spoke to me, but her words were clearly meant for Jayme, who tugged at her long hair and planted a wet kiss on her cheek as he moved past her. Her eyes never left him as he slapped the guys in turn on their backs, hugging one or two of them, somehow acquiring a beer, and finally flopping into a chair, a fat joint between his fingertips. 

But although she seemed interested in Jayme, she didn't bat an eye when Mrs. Hickman made her appearance in a tight tank dress, her perfume wafting from her tanned, toned body. In fact, no one seemed to notice as Josh's mother made a beeline for Jayme, lowered herself into his lap, and whispered in his ear. I couldn't help but stare, cheeks flushed, as I watched her move Jayme's hand across her torso and into the front of her dress. Her erect nipples made it obvious that she wore no bra, and as she moved, her dress rode up on her thighs, causing me to wonder if she was wearing panties. And then grew ashamed at the thought, as if everyone there could read my dirty mind. 

I couldn't believe that Josh didn't seem to care that his mother was behaving like a whore with one of his own friends. I'd heard of her enthusiasm for younger guys, but I'd never actually seen an older woman put the moves on a guy young enough to be her son. It made me feel uncomfortable but fascinated, all at the same time. 

As if he knew, Jayme looked over at me and winked. Then slowly, deliberately, he slid his fingers up the inside of the older woman's thigh, his eyes never leaving mine. On his lap, Mrs. Hickman writhed and dug her nails into his forearm as his hand disappeared under her short dress. I didn't want to stare, but I couldn't take my eyes away from Jayme or Mrs. Hickman. Breathlessly I watched Mrs. Hickman, who had a look of languid ecstasy on her face, clearly the result of lots of alcohol and the pleasure Jayme was obviously giving her. I couldn't be sure over the chatter of other voices, but I thought I hear her moan his name, I wondered what it would be like to be touched like that, in front of other people. Again Jayme and I locked eyes, and I caught my breath as Mrs. Hickman cupped his very obvious, very generously sized hard-on. My head buzzed, and instantly I was damp between the legs, a need rising in me so sharply that I almost doubled over from the force of it. 

"I'm glad you came tonight," said a low, deep voice in my ear, startling me. "You look beautiful, by the way." I turned and Josh was next to me, sliding his long arm around my shoulders, smelling of cigarettes and wood smoke and beer and some other delicious, spicy scent. At that moment I was aching for someone's touch, and Josh had been the star of many powerful sexual fantasies. I had to fight back the urge to pull him down on top of me right then and there. 

Thankfully, he was on his way to heavily intoxicated, and he pulled me closer, his breath hot against my neck. "You've really grown up this past year," he said. "Still got that same boyfriend? Someone has to be enjoying all this." He gestured to my body, giving me a slow once-over.

I blushed and shook my head. "My boyfriend and I broke up a few months ago." 

"Well, that's a shame. His loss." And he started talking to me, really talking to me, asking me all sorts of questions. At one point Jayme and Mrs. Hickman slipped away, but I didn't notice, because I was too wrapped up in Josh. Although he'd never paid attention to me in school, or even in all the years we'd been neighbors, he seemed to know a lot about me, and the more I drank, the less shy I became about interacting with him. The more I drank, the more I enjoyed the way he kept finding reasons to touch me, until we were snuggled on the same chaise, my legs across his lap, his fingers tracing up and down my thigh. When he kissed me, I didn't care that everyone else was there, watching him slip his tongue inside my mouth, watching him move his hand up my side under my halter top. And I had a fleeting thought that maybe Mrs. Hickman had felt the same way, sitting on Jayme's lap, her heart racing and her body burning as he touched her. 

Some of the others left while Josh and I were making out, until finally there were only five of us around the fire: myself and Josh, Cate, Alicia, and Josh's best friend, Tatum. It was a contest to see who was flirting harder with whom -- Cate was draped all over Tatum, while he clearly had Alicia's attentions in mind. And Alicia had been seemingly flirty with both -- which intrigued me, not that I had much time to think about it under Josh's insistent caresses. And although he was taking his time, not rushing as most boys my age always had, he was clearly expecting more than kissing, and I wondered what would happen, what he would say to me, how he would initiate it. My pussy throbbed at the thought of Josh Hickman peeling off my clothes and having his way with me. 

And then suddenly Jayme was next to us. "Taking Skinny home," he announced to Josh. "You kids are gonna have to continue this another time." Josh looked disappointed, but he didn't argue with Jayme. 

"I guess, man..." he said, as I reluctantly untangled myself from his warmth, straightening my clothes. He pulled me back one last time for a deep, wet kiss before he let me go. He and Jayme hugged and thumped on one another, and I said my good-byes to the threesome, and Jayme and I slipped back onto the dark path. 

He was silent until we got almost home. And then he stopped under the light of the McMillans' dock and pulled me close to him. 

"What are you doing?" I whispered. 

"Seeing how badly you reek of alcohol," he whispered back, sniffing near my face. "You don't want your dad waking up and catching a whiff of you." 

"What? I'm not even that drunk! I only had a couple beers!" I hissed. And then he looked right into my eyes. 

"You are drunk. Clearly, you're drunk." He grabbed my face between both his hands and came in close, so close he could have kissed me, I thought. And then thought that I must be drunk, if I was thinking that my uncle would kiss me. "Clearly," he continued, "You're pretty drunk if you let that douchebag manhandle you all night." 

I yanked away from him. "Douchebag? I thought you guys were friends? And what do you care, since you were obviously having lots of fun of your own -- with his mother!" 

He chuckled. "He may be my friend, but he's a total douchebag, no doubt about it. He's banged every legal chick in this county, and as soon as he's done with them he ignores them. And you were about to be next, from the looks of it." 

"No," I protested weakly, "I was not. We were just kissing." 

"Right," he said, turning and walking ahead of me up the path, "just kissing with his hand three inches from your pussy." My jaw dropped.

"And as for his mother," he continued, "mission accomplished." 

I had no choice but to follow him back to the house, fuming every step of the way. I couldn't believe him. He was calling Josh a douchebag? While he was making bragging about screwing his friend's mom? Luckily we slipped in unnoticed, and Jayme acted like nothing had happened, joking in his usual way. But I was growing angrier by the moment, and getting less enthusiastic about spending an entire summer, or even another evening with my uncle. 

Derek was snoring soundly on the couch, the remote still in his hand and his glasses still on his face. He looked like a little boy when he slept, and I was awash with tenderness for my twin brother. I stood watching him sleep while Jayme carefully removed Derek's glasses and placed them on the coffee table, then pulled the remote from his hand and tenderly covered him with a blanket. He turned the living room light off and made his way to the guest room without another word to me. My earlier anger, which had lessened when he was taking care of Derek, now returned in full force. 

As I fell asleep that night, I thought of Josh. How far would I have let things go? I wasn't a virgin -- I'd had a serious boyfriend for all of junior year and much of senior year, and we'd slept together many times, but that was the extent of my experience. And Andy had been just as inexperienced as I, and lots of things I was curious about -- like oral sex -- he wasn't interested in trying, while Josh -- at least according to Jayme -- had slept with tons of girls. It had felt so good when he was touching me, and I had to admit to myself that if Jayme hadn't come along when he did, I wouldn't have stopped things from going further. I replayed the events of the evening over and over in my mind...his insistent kisses, his gentle hands on me, the smell of him, and the taste of beer and smoke in his mouth. And although I was exhausted, I still felt a tingling between my legs when I thought of how he'd looked at me. And then how Jayme had looked at me by the dock. How close he'd been. It was all tangled up in a sexually frustrated, alcohol-tinged haze. 

In the morning, it was like the night before had never happened. Jayme was his usual lighthearted self, and my parents had never discovered that we had gone out. Not that it should matter -- technically, we were all adults -- but my dad was super strict, and neither of us wanted to hear a lecture from him on conduct or responsibility. And so the next week passed uneventfully, with Jayme and Derek and I spending most days by the water or riding our bikes into town. Jayme regaled us with stories from his sailing trip in the Caribbean, which he hinted, but never outright said, was drug-related. Derek and I filled Jayme in on the local gossip, since he knew so many of the same people we did. 

In the second week of Jayme's stay, Derek went out of town to help his best friend move into his new apartment. Suddenly it was just Jayme and I, which I thought might be awkward, but turned out to be really fun. We walked into town almost every day; we picked up produce for my mom from the farmer's market; we hiked through the woods and Jayme told me stories about when he went to my high school, and we compared notes about graduation. We had Nerf gun wars and played Texas Hold 'Em with pennies, and there was none of the weird tension that had been there the night of Josh's party. And then one afternoon we were alone at the lake, and everything changed. 

We'd been swimming as we had many times before, and we'd raced out to the dock. I beat him by a fraction, but when I went to pull myself up, he grabbed me from behind and pulled me back against him. We were laughing and wet and slick and breathless in each other's arms, and suddenly the attraction was so powerful that we both froze. We were inches apart, and my legs were locked around his, and out of nowhere he pushed me backwards hard enough to knock the wind out of me and started swimming for shore. 

I sat on the dock more confused than ever. I knew he felt what I felt, but I couldn't stand him denying me his company. I didn't want him to avoid me. I didn't know what I wanted, but I knew what I didn't want, and that was for my uncle to be away from me, even for a minute. I'd been looking forward to this summer for an entire year.

When I swam back to shore, he was lying on his back, his arm over his eyes. He didn't speak when I approached him.

"Hey," I said, poking my big toe into his leg. "What the hell?" 

He took a deep breath and moved his arm from across his face. He looked at me for a long minute, then sighed and patted the blanket next to him. 

I plopped down, waiting. 

"Skinny," he said softly. 

And for some reason I was furious with him. The night coming back from Josh's, and now this, coupled with my own confusion and frustration made my blood boil. "Why can't you ever call me 'Dana'?" I demanded. "Why is it this 'Skinny' business still? I'm eighteen years old, for God's sake. And I'm not even skinny now! I'm an actual woman, if you hadn't noticed, which you obviously haven't, because you still treat me like a child!" I could feel how red my face was, and I felt like crying. All this time...all this time and effort, and he still saw me as just a kid.

"Dana," he corrected himself. 

"What?" I snapped, refusing to look at him. 

"I just wanted you to know... I'm having a really great time with you this summer." 

I sniffed but didn't speak, waiting for him to continue. 


Losing Control at the Lake Ch. 01



"But I've got a problem." 

Now I did look at him, more curious than anything else. "Yeah?" I asked warily.

"Yeah," he said softly. "Yeah," he repeated. "A pretty big problem." He reached for my hand, and silently turned the palm up, and planted the softest of kisses on the inside of my wrist. He held my hand in his for a moment, and then finally he looked at me. I had stopped breathing when his lips touched my skin, and I could only look at him in wonder.

"Dana, my problem is..." he faltered. "Damn, I'm so out of my element...this is so crazy..." He looked around, and then looked back at me. "My problem is you. My problem is that you're right, you're not a kid anymore. But you're wrong that I haven't noticed. I've noticed. I spend every day with you and then I spend every night in that guest room hating myself for looking at you and thinking about you in a way that uncles shouldn't. Just now, in the water? Yeah. Not having uncle-ish thoughts about you. Not at all. I wanted to-" He stopped and breathed deeply. "So be mad at me if you want, but I can't..."

Without any thought to what I was doing, I moved closer to him. I looked in his eyes and whispered, "I feel it, too." And then he was kissing me, his mouth like nothing I'd ever experienced, not even with Josh, kissing me like he wanted to own every part of me. And my mind raced in a million different directions, none of them rational, as my uncle pulled me down on top of him and kissed me slow and deep. 

I could feel every inch of his body beneath me, his strong arms holding me tightly to his firm chest, one hand buried in my hair and another cupping my ass. He was excited, I could tell, because his erection was rock-hard between our bodies. I shifted a little so that I could rub myself against it, spreading my legs and drawing them up on either side of him and rocking just slightly so that the head of his cock was rubbing against my clit. I didn't even think about what I was doing. I could only obey my body, and my body knew what it wanted from Jayme. 

He tightened his grasp on my ass, grinding against my pussy, making the heat rise through my whole body. The blood rushed in my veins, I could barely breathe, and I was going to cum, my uncle was going to make me cum right on the beach just yards away from my house. It felt so good, I couldn't believe how good it felt, a million times better than masturbating to have a hard cock pressed against my cunt. I wanted him inside me. I needed him to pull my bikini bottom off and plunge his hard cock deep inside me. 

But abruptly, he pulled his hands away and rolled me off of him and stood up. He was shaking and his cock tented his swim trunks. He looked at me, chest heaving, lips swollen from all the kissing, my nipples poking through the fabric of my bikini top. He rubbed his face with both hands and said, "I can't. Oh, God, I can't. I can't, you're my sister's daughter, what the fuck am I thinking?" He looked at me again. "What the fuck was I thinking?" he whispered. 

I couldn't speak. I couldn't process what had just happened. None of it made sense -- not the kiss, not the way I'd crawled all over him like an animal in heat, not the way our bodies had moved together like they were meant to do it. And not what he was doing now. 

"Sorry, Skinny," he said, grabbing his towel, and then he was gone. And I was left on the beach, more confused than ever, my body on fire, unsatisfied as I had never been in my life. 

Dinner that night was awkward, not that Dad noticed. Mom was at a friend's house, and Dad enjoyed the silence at the table. I kept trying to catch Jayme's eye, but he wouldn't look at me. 

In the kitchen cleaning up, though, he was apologetic. "I'm so sorry for today," he said earnestly. "I shouldn't have said anything. I shouldn't have kissed you. I should've just kept it to myself and not taken advantage."

"But I wanted you to!" I blurted, still confused and emotional. "I wanted you to kiss me. I wanted you to touch me!" Scared my dad would hear, I lowered my voice and moved closer. "I wanted to do everything with you. I've wanted you ever since I was a little girl." 

"You're still a little girl," he said weakly, as my hand slid up his chest, moving to the side of his face, cupping his scruff-covered jaw. 

"No," I whispered. "I'm not. And I want this." And I kissed him then, not taking any more refusals, pulling him against me. And just like that, the fire was back. I pressed myself against him, twined myself around him, and explored his mouth with my tongue. He grabbed both my ass cheeks and squeezed them tightly as our crotches ground together and my breasts flattened against his chest. We dry-humped against the refrigerator, panting. Jamie covered my mouth with his hand so my dad wouldn't hear my moans and nibbled my neck until my head was reeling. 

"We can't have sex," he breathed at one point. "No sex." 

"Ok," I agreed, not that I meant it. "No sex." But with us making out this way, my dad in the next room, my mother expected home any minute, how could we make that promise? We were already taking chances. We had already crossed the line. 

It wasn't until we heard my mother's car in the driveway that we pulled apart, breathing heavily. We tried our best to stick to the dishes and the cleaning and not look at one another. I prayed there were no marks on my neck, and tried to catch a discreet peek at my reflection in the microwave to make sure I didn't look too disheveled. Luckily, when Mom came in, she was full of bright chatter, pulling out her shopping finds and barely looking at us. It was a wonderful distraction. 

Jayme said he was exhausted, and after saying goodnight to all of us, he excused himself for his bedroom. I followed suit and headed for my room, still dazed, still pent-up. 

Under the covers, my tank top was agony brushing against my hard nipples, and the heat between my legs was so distracting I didn't think I could fall asleep. So I took everything off and rolled restlessly in the bed, replaying everything in my mind, until I could feel the juices dripping from me. When I finally slid my fingers down between my hot, slick folds, I was amazed at how wet I was. I imagined Jayme touching me, sliding his fingers inside me as I was doing to myself, rubbing and pressing my clit. I made myself cum three times before I fell asleep, still unsatisfied. 

The next morning I woke to a silent house. Mom and Dad had already left for work, and there were no sounds coming from Jayme's room next to me. I stretched out between my cool sheets and tried to make sense of the previous day. And now what? Just pretend nothing had ever happened? 

There was a light tapping on my door. I pulled the sheet tighter and said, "Come in." 

Jayme appeared in my doorway in just his sleep shorts. "Good morning, beautiful" he said, smiling sleepily at me. 

"Good morning," I replied, drawing my legs up so he could sit next to me on the bed. 

"So I've been thinking," he began.

I raised my eyebrows and waited. 

"I've been thinking that we should just, you know, see where this goes. I mean, without sex. We're just young and horny, that's all it is, and if we just get it out of our system..." he looked at me, knowing neither of us was convinced. 

I nodded and stroked his face. "That's probably all it is," I agreed. "And we already said no sex. So it's not like we'd be doing anything really wrong. And if we kept it just between us, nobody would have to know. And then it would just pass." 

"Right," he said, bringing my hand to his lips. And then he stopped, and pressed my hand over his nose, and breathed deeply. Shit. Now he knew. I hadn't washed my hands; he could definitely smell my pussy. He held my hand over his nose and mouth, not speaking, just breathing, for a long moment. 

When he looked at me again, his eyes were gleaming and dark with lust. "Naughty girl," he whispered.

"I thought about you last night," I confessed. "I thought about you when I was...when I was...touching myself." I couldn't believe I'd just said that. I'd never confessed to another living soul that I masturbated, let alone a guy. 

He pulled my hand to his lap and I felt his erection growing as he pressed it there. "You have no idea how hot that is," he said. "I can picture you doing that. I wish I could've seen you. I wish I could've watched you." 

And then he kissed me, his mouth claiming mine, his hands cupping my face. I rolled to my side and drew him against me and the sheet dropped. He sucked in his breath and pulled back to look at me. 

"Oh my God," he whispered. "You're perfect." His hands reverently skimmed over my breasts, cupping them delicately, lightly rubbing the tips of my nipples and making me squirm. "I could touch you all day." 

"So touch me all day," I breathed, but he was already pulling the sheet off my naked body. He groaned and ran his hands over every inch of me, his fingers tracing my every curve and exploring my skin like he was memorizing it. At some point his mouth followed, his tongue exploring the hollow of my throat, my armpits, the underside of my breasts. He nibbled my collarbone and sucked my nipples until I was moaning and panting beside him. I had never been with a guy who made me feel like this. My previous boyfriend had been all quick hands and fast, unsatisfying sex. I felt like I could die happy with Jayme touching me. I felt like if he touched me the right way, I might cum and cum and never stop. 

He took his time, and he was thorough. He flipped me over and licked down my back, his tongue tracing long strokes down my spine, his lips smoothing across my ass cheeks. At one point he nipped gently at my butt and murmured, "This ass is so perfect I can't help but bite it. It's like a peach." And I giggled and purred under his touch. 

When he flipped me over and parted my legs, all my resolve was gone. I wanted him to fuck me. I didn't care if he was my uncle, I didn't care if my parents could come home, I didn't care about any of it. I wanted him. But when he slid down my stomach, nuzzling my belly button and the soft, dark curls of my trimmed bush, I panicked. I had never let anyone do that to me. I wasn't even sure I wanted anyone to do it to me. It just seemed too dirty. 

"Shhhh," he whispered, sensing me tense up. "Relax." And he held my thighs in each hand, running his lips down the inside of each hollow, blowing lightly on the cluster of little curls, and finally pressing his mouth to my moist folds. 

The feeling was electric, and I bucked under his touch, trying to close my legs, but he held me firmly, his tongue probing inside me, lapping my clit. His fingers left my thighs and spread the lips of my cunt apart so his tongue could travel deeper inside me. I moaned as he slid a finger inside me and began sucking my swollen nub. 

I had never felt anything so intense. This was nothing like my own fingers, nothing like his fingers, nothing like the vibrator I had snuck from my mom's nightstand drawer. He was devouring me from my core, his tongue and my wetness were one, and the sensation was building and building, and I writhed under him and pulled my pillow over my face so I could muffle the sounds coming from me, sounds I had never heard myself make. My legs were shaking, and my entire body was trembling, and all I could think about was how amazing it felt, his wet tongue, his fingers, he was tasting me, sucking me, eating me, and it felt so good, and when one of his fingers pressed against the tight bud of my ass, I lost control. Every particle of my being exploded. I screamed, and he held me down as I bit into the pillow, ground my pussy into his face, and rode wave after wave of the most powerful orgasm of my life. 

A few minutes later, spent and breathless and curled up on the bed with Jayme spooned behind me, I couldn't believe what I'd done. What we'd done together. I was tearful as I told him I didn't think we should do this, that we were wrong, that we would get caught. But Jayme stroked my back and nuzzled my neck and promised me that everything would be ok. And in his arms, I believed him. I absolutely believed him.



Losing Control at the Lake Ch. 02



For the next week or so, we lay low. My mom had a few days off work and Derek came home, so the four of us spent quite a bit of time together, and it really wasn't all that awkward. It was almost like there were two Jaymes: the Jayme who treated me like a twelve-year-old and the Jayme who made me feel like a woman. But still, there were times when he'd get too close and I'd breathe in the smell of him and melt inside, or I'd brush up against him and he'd get this agonized look on his face, the heat in his eyes telling me that he'd like nothing more than to rip my clothes off and have his way with me. A couple of times we ran into each other in the hallway, and he'd grab me and kiss me and then release me, dazed and damp. But we kept up appearances for the family's sake, and we took no chances. Until the night that we were invited to the Hickman's house again, this time for a pool party. 

I was in my room changing into my favorite black bikini when he tapped on my door. I called him in and he stepped inside and stopped in his tracks. 

"Wow," he said in a strangled voice. 

I stepped closer to him. "You like?" I asked coyly.

He nodded. "I like. And I bet Josh will like, too, that little fucker." 

"What's that supposed to mean?" I asked. 

He sighed. "Look..." he started, "there's something I need to tell you." 

"What?" I looked at him expectantly, confused. 

"About Josh." 

"So tell me." 

"Josh likes you. He wants to date you. He asks about you all the time." 

"Really?" I wasn't sure what to do with this information, but I did know that had he told me this just a few weeks ago, I would've jumped at the chance to be with Josh. Only now, I couldn't because I was...my uncle and I were...what exactly were we doing? "And?" 

"And... I guess I don't know how I feel about that. Or rather I do know how I feel about that. Because we agreed this can't go anywhere. We agreed we would just get it out of our systems. So I guess if you like Josh, maybe you should date him. And I'm telling you this because he's probably going to ask you tonight, and I just wanted you to be prepared, since I didn't mention it before." 

I felt like he'd kicked me in the stomach. "I can't believe you," I said. 

"What?"

"Are you trying to get rid of me?"

"No!" he insisted. "No, not at all. But you're young, you know? You shouldn't miss out on something just because of...just because we..." He stopped, then reminded me, "You were all over him at the party. And clearly he wasn't forcing you. There's something there, is all I'm saying. You like him, and he likes you. And maybe this...whatever it is...is just horniness on your part. And once you're with Josh, you won't worry about me because you'll be too busy with him." 

I looked at him incredulously. "Do you believe that? You really think I'm just a horny little girl, you son of a bitch, and that if I just spread my legs for anyone I'll be satisfied? You think this is about sex?" I pushed him away, and he grabbed for me, but I slapped his hand. 

"Don't touch me!" I cried. "I know what you're doing! You're trying to let me down easy! Well, it's bullshit." 

I threw myself on the bed, sobbing angrily. He was beside me in an instant, stroking my hair, crooning softly in my ear. "No, Dana, no, babe, I promise, that's not it. I swear, baby, that's not it at all." 

Just then, Derek knocked and called my name, and Jayme moved away from me as Derek cracked the door. I heard him and turned to him, my eyes red, my makeup smeared. Derek looked from me to Jayme and back to me, clearly confused.

"Boy troubles, man," Jayme said. 

"Good luck with that," Derek muttered, and ducked back out. 

I buried my face in the pillow again and shook with sobs. "I'm not a little girl," I cried into the pillow. "That's all you think I am." 

"No, that's not it. Look at me," he begged.

I buried my face further into the pillow. 

"Please." 

Reluctantly I turned over and faced him. He looked at me like he was going to be sick. "Please don't cry," he said. "I'm sorry. Just don't cry." He rubbed my arms and planted light kisses on my forehead, my eyelids, the tip of my nose. I felt the anger fade as he kissed me so softly on the lips, and I reached for him, pulling him against me by the hips. 

"If you only knew how long I've been watching you, waiting for you to grow up, you'd never say things like that to me," he whispered huskily. "I've been here summer after summer, watching you turn from a little girl into a beautiful woman, and hating myself for noticing you."

I searched his face, but all I saw there was honesty. 

"Last summer," he continued, "you were still dating Ryan, remember?"

I nodded, and slid my fingers into his blond, shaggy curls. 

"Do you remember Fourth of July? That red sundress you had on? With the tie straps?" 

I couldn't believe he remembered an outfit from almost a year ago. I barely remembered it myself. 

"We were at the fireworks, and he was standing behind you, rubbing your shoulders because it was a little breezy that night. And I was standing behind both of you, watching it happen, his hands on your bare shoulders, his fingers near those little red tie straps, and my stomach just tied in knots, I was suddenly so jealous. I swear, I thought my head would explode. It was like I wanted to kill him for touching you. No," he corrected himself, "for being able to touch you. For having the right to touch you, which I couldn't ever have. And all I could think about when you two left was him untying those little straps, and touching you, and kissing you. And I left that night and just drank myself silly. Do you remember how hungover I was the next day?"

I nodded.

" I can't tell you how many fantasies I've had about you in that red sundress." He sighed then. "And now, here I am touching you, which is almost worse. Because I still don't have the right to do it. And the reason I said that about Josh-" 

I covered his mouth and turned my head away, but he pulled my hand off and continued, "The reason I said that about Josh is that I love you, and I want you to have something normal. Not some fucked-up, pervy uncle you can't be with, but a real guy you can be with. Like, in public." 

"You are a real guy," I protested.

"No." He shook his head. "You know exactly what I'm talking about. Don't do that. I want you to be completely honest with me and with yourself."

"I am completely honest!" I cried.

"Then think about your mom and what she would say if she knew about this. Think about what Derek would say. Your dad. Your friends. You would lose the respect of everyone you know. And your dad, well, he'd probably kill me. He thinks I'm a drug addict, and I'm surprised he even lets me in his house. You think he wants me touching his little girl?"

I had no response to that. He was right. 

"Look, this is all I'm saying: just keep your options open. Okay? Will you do that, for me?" I looked into those blue eyes and I knew I wouldn't say no. I would refuse him nothing. 

He kissed me sweetly, his lips a promise. 

"Yes, I will. For you," I breathed, my body heating up again just from his kiss. We kissed passionately on my bed until he pulled away from me, breath ragged, pressing his hard-on with the heel of his hand. 

I shouldn't have giggled, but suddenly it was funny. 

"You think this is funny?" He was laughing now, too. "My blue balls are funny to you, too, I suppose?" 

I giggled even harder. 

"Now I have to go take care of this," he said. 

"Take care of it here," I replied softly, moving aside the cups of my bikini top and squeezing my arms together so that my breasts stood out proudly, my nipples standing at attention. I grinned at him and began caressing them, tweaking and pulling at my nipples. 

"Are you serious? Oh, my God..." he groaned, but didn't need any more invitation. He started stroking his cock, his eyes never leaving my bare tits, breathing heavily within seconds. I stood up slowly, turned, and lowered my bikini bottom to show him my naked ass. And that was all it took. I heard him choke and grunt and he grabbed for my towel. I pulled my bathing suit back up and covered my chest and smiled at him sweetly. He was still breathing shallowly and wiping cum off himself. 

"Not a little girl," I reminded him, pleased with myself. I had actually seduced him and made him cum just by showing him my body. I felt powerful and wanton. I stretched in front of the mirror and began fixing my hair. He watched me as he straightened his clothes, and then we collected Derek and headed to the party.

This party was much bigger, and I lost both Derek and Jayme in minutes. Careful about drinking too much after last time, I grabbed a water bottle and slipped out of the crowd to the edge of the yard.

Josh sidled up to me, a flower in his hand. "For you," he said, and tucked it behind my ear. 

"Thank you," I said, smiling sweetly at him.

"I want to apologize for my behavior last time you were here," he said. "I wasn't exactly a gentleman. And I'm not sure your uncle Jayme was too happy with the way I pawed all over you, either."

I raised my eyebrow. "But he and...but your mom and him..." 

He waved a dismissive hand. "That's her. She's a grown woman; she makes her own choices."

I shrugged and lowered my eyes. He tipped my chin up and kissed me. "I know it's hard to undo what we've already done, but do you think I could take you out sometime? I'd be a total gentleman, I swear." Then he laughed. "I mean, I realize I'm kissing you right now, which isn't exactly a ringing endorsement for my ability to be a gentleman..."

I giggled. "It's ok. I believe you. And yes, I would like that." 

He made a quick victory pump of his fist, and then threw his arms around me and pulled me close to him in a big bear hug. "Thank you, thank you," he said. "I swear, we'll have a good time. How's tomorrow?"

"Tomorrow's good," I replied. 

We spent the rest of the night chatting with one another. He introduced me to a few people, keeping his arm around me most of the evening. I have to admit that I loved being on his arm. I still had to keep reminding myself that it was real. Conversation between the two of us came easily, and he made me laugh. A few times he pulled me into a secluded corner and kissed me. He was an amazing kisser, really putting himself into it, kissing me slow and deep but also teasing me now and then by nipping my bottom lip between his teeth. By the time Jayme came around to walk me home, I was so hypersensitive that my skin hurt all over like I had a fever. 

Jayme told me Derek had already left, and he exchanged a few words with Josh, whose hands never left me as he spoke to Jayme. He gave me a giant squeeze and whispered in my ear, "Bye, beautiful. See you soon." Then he kissed me on the side of my mouth and disappeared back into the crowd. 

Jayme and I slipped out into the darkness. "So did he?" Jayme asked bitterly as we walked back down the path. 

"Did he what?" I replied, not looking at him. 

"Did he try to fuck you?" 

"No, as a matter of fact he did not try to fuck me. As a matter of fact, he was a perfect gentleman." 

He snorted. "I don't believe that." 

"Believe it or don't. He was." 

"And?"

"And what?"

"And are you going out with him?" 

I was reluctant to answer that, but I knew it was going to come up at some point. I'd been waiting for it. And now, here it was. "Yeah," I said carefully. "Tomorrow night."

We turned the corner around the side of the boathouse, and then he shoved me up against the side of the building, the rough shingles scraping my back, and assaulted my mouth with his. There was nothing gentle about this kiss, and I knew why. He pretended the whole time that he wasn't paying attention, but I knew he knew exactly what I'd done with Josh every moment of the evening. He'd watched every touch, every time Josh whispered in my ear or brushed my hair back or stroked my arm. Just as I had seethed in a jealous rage every time Jayme had turned his attentions to Alicia. And now here we were, making up for a night of torment, just the two of us.

When he broke the kiss to bite my neck I gasped. "I've wanted this all night," I moaned. 

"I could tell the way you were camped out under Josh's nutsack," he snapped, pulling my tank top down and springing my breasts free from their push-up bra. He mauled my tits, squeezing them roughly, biting at my nipples, burying his face in my creamy flesh. 

"No, I did want you...I do want you...You're the one who wanted it this way. You know I just want you." 

"Show me, then," he demanded, pushing me to my knees. Eagerly I opened my mouth so he could feed me his cock, which had been straining against his zipper ever since he pushed me up against the wall. The silken, swollen head pushed past my lips, and I took him deep inside my mouth, pushing my tongue against the underside of the shaft the way he loved so much, reaching up with my fingers to lightly caress his balls with my fingertips. He grunted as I worked him back and forth, grasping the base of his cock with one hand as I licked and sucked the head. In moments he was straining against me. 

"Oh, God," he panted, his head thrown back, "Oh, God, Babe, just like that. Oh, fuck, that feels incredible." And then suddenly he pulled from me, grasping his own cock, stroking it furiously with one hand while his other hand twined in my hair. "I'm gonna...cum..." he wheezed, his mouth open, his eyes wide and dark. 

"On my tits," I begged, and he growled and pointed his cock at me, shooting rope after rope of hot, creamy semen all over my neck, my nipples, my collarbone. I felt his hot seed dripping down between my tits. I dipped my face down and the last splash caught me on my upper lip, and I sighed and licked his cum off my mouth and smeared it over my chest with my fingers. 

He closed his eyes and panted, releasing me and leaning up against the building beside me. I climbed off my knees and pressed myself against him, and we kissed wordlessly. He squeezed me so tightly that I almost couldn't breathe. 

"I can't stay away from you," he murmured against my hair. "Please don't make me do it. Please don't leave me for Josh." 

"I won't," I swore, "I'll never leave you for Josh. It's not like this with him. I swear. It's nothing like this with him, and it's never been like this with anyone. Only you. Only ever with you." And I covered his face with kisses and he laughed and pulled me to him and we kissed long and sweet behind the Hickman's boathouse, his cum drying on my bare chest, both making promises to the other that we knew we couldn't keep.

I had a great time with Josh at the zoo, and he was the perfect gentleman the entire time, holding my hand and touching me lightly now and then on the shoulder or back but never groping or pushing too far. A couple times he kissed me on the lips, just a sweet, light kiss, and I was surprised at how much I enjoyed it. I thought my feelings for Jayme would keep me from feeling anything for Josh, but I was wrong. The truth is, though I loved Jayme, I was starting to fall for Josh as well. 

After the zoo, we grabbed pizza and headed back to his house to watch a movie. But after spending the day together in a state of attraction, the tension was too much and we stopped watching the film. We were in his media room, stretched out on the double chaise, and his kisses were making me crazy. I wanted to rip his clothes off, but I was too afraid to be forward, so I let Josh take the lead. 

He moved out on top of me, his forearms propping him up on both side of my face, his body covering me. He kissed me slowly, his mouth exploring mine, sucking my tongue and nipping my bottom lip. I moaned against him as he found a spot on my neck that drove me crazy and nibbled it for what seemed like hours. "I really like you, Dana," he whispered. 

"I like you, too," I whispered back. 

"And I really want you. But I know you probably want to take it slow. I just want you to know it's ok. I mean, I want you so badly. But I'm willing to wait, if that's what you want. Just putting that out there." 

He was so amazing. "Thank you," I murmured against his chest, breathing in the smell of him that I loved so much. "We should take it slow," I agreed. "really get to know each other."

He smiled at me and kissed me. "Exactly," he said, and then rolled off of me, leaving me craving the feeling of his lean body on top of mine. 

We watched the rest of the movie snuggled together, his arms around me. Every now and then he kissed my ear or my neck, but for the most part he barely touched me. And I was on fire. 

When the movie was over, we lay on the double chaise, fully clothed, just kissing at first."So how many guys have you been with?" Josh whispered between soft kisses, stroking my hip. 

"Just one," I said. "Just my old boyfriend."

"Oh yeah, that Ryan kid." He chuckled. "No disrespect, but that kid couldn't have been too amazing in bed." 

I felt the need to defend Ryan, who had always been good to me. "We loved each other, and it was sweet," I said. 

"That's cool," he apologized. "I guess I'm just jealous." 

"Jealous?" I asked. "Jealous of what?"

He looked into my eyes and ran his finger across my lower lip. "I just wish I was the first person to touch you," he said. "It's stupid, I know." He buried his face in my neck and whispered against my skin. "Dana, you're so different from anyone else I've ever been with. You're so sweet and so innocent." 

I forced a light laugh. "Josh, I'm not that innocent." 

"But you are, he insisted. "Do you know how many eighteen-year-old girls I know who are practically virgins? None." 

"But Josh..." 

"Practically a virgin," he repeated, his lips seeking mine out again. "And all mine." He kissed me all over my face, rained gentle kisses down my neck and across my chest. He pushed up my tank top and nuzzled my stomach and up my torso.

When he got to my bra, he looked up at me expectantly and I nodded slowly. Carefully, he pushed my tank top up and peeled the bra straps back, exposing my breasts to his exploring tongue. He kissed them for what seemed like hours, rubbing his face across the hollow between them, nuzzling the nipples without actually sucking them, until I was crazy with lust. I held my breath, trying not to moan, for what would that do to his pristine image of me? How many "practically virgin" girls were so sensitive, so conditioned, that they could cum just from having a guy play with their tits? But it was building. I felt the slow boil at the core of me as he moved to my nipples, licking them now, flicking them with his tongue, enclosing them in his warm, wet mouth and suckling them. 

I breathed shallowly, almost panting but not quite. "Does that feel good?" he asked, moving his hand to my belly, spanning his fingers across my navel as he continued to take each nipple in turn between his teeth, nibbling and suckling. Slowly his fingers traveled down my stomach, until they were just inside the waistband of my shorts, and then he stopped and looked at me. "I don't want to do anything that you don't like." 

"I like it," I whispered, closing my eyes to enjoy the sensation of Josh exploring my body. He was so different than Jayme. Jayme knew what I wanted, sometimes when I didn't even know myself. He pushed me to open up to things I never thought I'd do, whereas Josh checked with me every step of the way, not wanting to push me, never wanting to hurt me. 

Without stopping, Josh unzipped my shorts and slid them down my legs. I kept my eyes squeezed shut as he slid them inch by inch down my tan legs, drawing them carefully over my bare feet and tossing them on the chair. 

But I was watching again as he slid his fingers into the waistband of my panties, brushing through my pubic hair with just the tips of his fingers. I stifled a moan as his fingers edged down further, touching wet curls. 




Losing Control at the Lake Ch. 02



And then he withdrew his fingers. 

I gasped and he looked at me innocently. "Did that feel good?" he asked, sliding his hand over the silken, sopping wet bulge of my panty-clad mound, delighting to find me so wet. I could only nod wordlessly, my breathing shallow. He smiled and kissed me as he edged one finger inside the elastic at my inner thigh, and then a second finger, until he was probing me with two digits, just the tips inside my smooth folds, and then finding my engorged clitoris there waiting for his touch. "How about now?" he teased, still lapping at my tits as he slowly rubbed me. I nodded and squeezed my eyes, pulse quickening, as he brought me to a slow burn, his gentle fingers playing expertly on my clit, his warm mouth now on my flat belly as he worked me. "Still feel good?" he asked as I squirmed, my juices slipping down me now to the crack of my ass, his fingers massaging my button and bringing me closer to orgasm. 

"Can you cum for me?" he whispered. 

"I don't know," I breathed, and I meant it. The only person who had ever made me cum was Jayme, and this was all different. But it felt amazing to have him rubbing my clit, dipping his fingers down every now and then to wet them in my liquid center. I could smell my own pussy, so I knew he could, only inches away from it. He dipped his tongue into my navel and pinched my clit at the same time, bringing me to a full boil. And then he pressed and held it and gently bit the inside of my thigh.

When I came in a rush, my hands gripping the sheets, a series of gasps escaping my lips, he kissed me and said, "I love making you feel good." And he was delighted, like a kid. I think he thought it was my first orgasm, though he never asked, and I certainly didn't volunteer it. Because here was poor, sweet Josh, trying his best to bring me pleasure that he thought I so desperately needed, all at his own expense, because he would have to jerk off later – and little did he know that my own uncle, his friend, kept me cumming day and night right under everyone's noses. I felt badly for a moment, but only for a moment. The guilt dissipated as I thought of the mileage this would bring to my next time with Jayme. I knew he would ask, and I knew I would tell. There was a certain perverse thrill in turning him on with details of what I'd done with another man.

Back at home, Jayme was still up watching a movie. He motioned me into the living room and patted the couch beside him. 

"How was the date?" he asked, forcing himself to be light. 

"Jayme, do we have to talk about it?"

"Yes. We have to. Remember? We said we'd be honest about everything. About other people, about our feelings, everything." 

I nodded. "We did say that." 

"So let's be honest." 

"Ok." 

"What did you guys do?" 

"We went to the zoo." 

"The zoo." His face darkened. "That must've been fun. Public. What else?"

"Then we got pizza and went back to his house to watch a movie."

"How long was the movie on before you stopped watching it?"

"Like half an hour." 

He snorted. "If we were watching a movie, it would've been like half a minute." 

"Yes, it would've, but that's us, that's different..." I tried to reassure him, but he was having none of it. 

"And then what?" 

"And then...I don't know...we just, like, kissed and stuff." 

"And stuff?" He was clearly jealous now. "What kind of stuff, Dana?" 

"Just...kissing, really." 

He ignored my protests. "Did he feel you up?"

"No!"

"Did you touch his cock?" 

"No! Absolutely not!" 

"Just kissing?" 

"Just kissing, I swear..." 

He looked at me closely, as if he knew I was holding back from him. 

"Where did he kiss you?" he demanded.

"Oh my God! On my mouth!" I blurted, outraged. "Where do you think I let him kiss me?" 

"Answer the question, Dana." 

I threw my arms around him and nestled into his neck. "Baby, don't be jealous, please. This is why I didn't want this. I don't want you to be so jealous and so mad." 

He sighed. "I'm sorry. I thought I could be more of an adult about this, but I fucking hate it."

"I hate it too!" I cried, "So why are we doing it?"

"Because it's best," he insisted stubbornly. "Now tell me what else happened. Because I sure as fuck know it wasn't just kissing." 

I took a deep breath and blurted. "He fingered me."

"Really," he intoned coldly. "Tell me about that. Tell me about Josh Hickman's fingers in your sweet pussy."

"Jayme..." I protested. 

"I won't touch you ever again unless you tell me. And I want every detail." 

As hot as it had been in theory to imagine telling Jayme about myself and Josh, in practice it was humiliating. My face burned and I turned away from him. But he turned off the movie and grabbed me by the wrist and led me to his bedroom, where he locked the door and pushed me down on the bed.

"Tell me," he said firmly.

"So...we were kissing, like I said..."

"Like this?" he asked, covering my mouth with his, probing his tongue into every crevice. In a second my desire for him flared and my shame was gone. 

"No," I breathed, when he stopped to kiss my neck. "Not as hot." 

"Mmm," he responded, trailing his tongue around the shell of my ear, nibbling the lobe, then sucking on just the tip of it. I could feel his hot breath in my ear, on my neck, and his tongue made me think of other things he'd done with that tongue. Suddenly I forgot what I'd even been talking about as I moaned and arched into him. 

"You were kissing, and then..." 

"And then he pulled my tank top up and my bra down so he could look at my tits." 

"And?" He had found the electric spot on my neck and was teasing me into paralysis. 

"And then he played with them for a while. Licking and squeezing and..." 

His teeth sunk into one of my nipples, thank God not gently. It was like a direct current to my cunt, the edge of his teeth digging into my sensitive flesh, and then his warm tongue afterward. I tossed my head and writhed on the bed and he held me down

"And then he pulled off my shorts," I blurted, praying that Jayme's play-along would be less gentle and more satisfying. I was tired of teasing, tired of being touched gently. I wanted rough.

"And slid his fingers into the edge of my panties..." His fingers were right there, sliding in, and not stopping at the edge. I was so slick and wet that my pussy engulfed his fingers and drew them in. "And then he rubbed my clit until I came."

He let out a low laugh. "Fucker." 

"You said...you were the one..." I protested. 

"I know, I know. Shh." He silenced me with a kiss, withdrawing his fingers and winding them through my hair, and I melted into him, loving the way my body responded to him. We kissed for a long time, his cock stiff between us, and then he moved down to the end of the bed, spreading my legs wide. 

He kissed up the inside of each thigh, all the way from my ankles to my wet, aching pussy, driving me crazy with each feathery touch of his lips. Finally, he settled between my legs, rubbing his face across my wet cunt, smearing my juices across his mouth and cheeks and chin and nose. "God, I love the smell of your pussy," he groaned as he covered himself in my scent. I panted, he was driving me crazy with need and I wanted to cum so badly. But he just kept teasing me, rubbing his face in my wetness, his nose brushing every now and then against my swollen clit, making me jump and moan with desire. 

He surprised me by not eating me. Instead, he crawled back up and kissed me. I could taste myself on him, and it drove me wild, knowing that he craved that taste more than anything. He kissed me deeply a few times and then nibbled my bottom lip. "I want to be inside you," he whispered, rubbing the head of his cock at the entrance of my slick tunnel. He was perfect positioned: his cock in his hand, the tip between my lips, one shove and he would be inside me, and everything we'd promised would be out the window.

My head was spinning. In all the times we had touched like this, no matter how crazy we'd gotten, no matter how out of control with lust, we'd never brought it up again. He'd never pushed, and I'd never pushed. We both knew that discussing it with our clothes off was a bad move. A really bad move. We couldn't think rationally. 

And yet here we were. And my body was aching for him. I could almost feel him inside me. We both wanted this so badly. And really, what difference did it make at this point? Intercourse would just seal the deal. What we'd been doing all along was no less incestuous than actual penetration.

"We said we weren't going to," I pleaded, grabbing his wrist and pushing against him, though my heart wasn't in it at all. I wanted him just as much as he wanted me, and he knew it. 

"Please, Babe, please...I promise, I'll make you feel so good." 

"You already make me feel good." 

"I'll make you feel even better, I promise. I just need you. I need to be inside you. Just for a little bit. Just for a minute, and I'll stop if you want, I promise. I promise. Just please. Fuck. Please." 

He was begging, and I was in agony. As amazing and special as my epic makeout sessions were with Josh, and as hard as Jayme had been making me cum with his mouth and his fingers, I had spent the last few weeks wanting even more. A hard cock inside me. I wanted to be penetrated, filled, owned. We shouldn't. We couldn't. But I needed it just as much as he did. 

I stopped struggling. I let go of his wrist, and he slid inside me in an instant. I gasped as he impaled me with his rock-hard manhood. My eyes never left his as he ground his cock deep inside me and just held it there. Instinctively, I squeezed on him from within and we lay panting, fused together, committing this greatest of sexual sins. 

"I could cum just being like this inside you," he groaned. "Oh, Dana, you feel so good. I can't believe I'm fucking you. I can't believe you're letting me fuck you. It's so wrong and so hot." 

"It is wrong," I whispered. "It's wrong but it feels so good." 

"Tell me," he demanded, grabbing the sides of my face. "Tell me how wrong it is." 

"It's wrong," I gasped. "It's dirty. It's forbidden." 

He started to move inside me, pinning me to the bed with his rolling hips while he looked in my eyes. Without words he was fucking me slowly, pulling almost all the way out with each stroke, then burying himself back inside me to the hilt. 

"Tell me how good it feels to do something this wrong." 

"It feels so good...it's wrong...to be fucking my uncle...to let my uncle put his big cock inside of me..." I could feel my orgasm building; he was grinding against my clit and his cock was deep inside me, filling me up. 

"That's it, Baby," he whispered between his teeth. "Fuck, it turns me on so much when you talk dirty to me." 

"I want to cum on your cock," I whined. "I want to cum all over my uncle's cock, cover it with my cum." 

"Keep telling me...don't stop...I love to hear you say 'cum'." I could tell he was close as well. He was pounding me faster now. He moved his hands around my neck, around my throat, not choking me, not even pressing, just holding me there.

"I want us to cum together. I want to feel you shoot your hot cum inside me while I cum too." It felt so amazing, and talking like this was turning me on, too. I panted as my body raced toward orgasm, the buzzing spreading throughout my entire body. "Oh, Jayme, I'm so close...I'm so close...make me cum..." I writhed beneath him, tossing my head back and forth, moaning as the glorious feeling overtook me, and I was drowning in pleasure.

"Do it," he urged in my ear. "Cum for me, Dana." And the way he said my name, his hot breath in my ear, his fingers on my throat, while his cock was pounding inside me, tipped me over the edge. I bucked and cried out and clawed his back, and I was cumming and cumming and crying his name over and over. In seconds he roared and tensed and I felt his hot load release inside of me. He choked and pressed his lips against my shoulder, his teeth scraping my skin. And then we lay there, slick with sweat, hearts pounding, catching our breath. 

I couldn't even think anymore. I had nothing left. When Jayme rolled off me, I curled myself around him and we fell into a deep sleep, our limbs entwined. 

He heard it first and shook me awake. "Babe, everyone's home." 

My eyes were open in a second. "Oh, shit!" I breathed. "What do we do?" But he was already scrambling into his clothes. In a flash he had pulled the screen out of the window and was through it. He popped the screen back in and I heard his footsteps as he ran away. Quickly I struggled into my clothes, just as I heard my parents' voices in the kitchen. And then my mom was in my doorway. 

I can imagine how I looked: stark naked, swollen lips, smudged eye makeup, still somewhat groggy from the brief nap I'd enjoyed after having my uncle fuck me within an inch of my life. My sheets were half pulled off the bed and soaked in our cum. The entire room reeked of sex. 

It took my mom about five seconds to register all this, and then her eyes narrowed and she pointed her finger at me. "I will see you downstairs in two minutes," she said, and turned on her heel. 

Oh shit, I thought, Oh, shit, I've done it now. And two minutes? Not even enough time to think of a good excuse. 

In the living room, my mother had gathered both her fury and my father, and I entered what was sure was the location of my death as I dragged myself in. 

"Don't think," she began, in a voice she used only very rarely, "that I don't know exactly what's going on here." 

I think my heart stopped at that moment. How could she know? We'd been so careful. No one suspected anything. We'd pulled it off perfectly. 

There was a lump in my throat as I choked, "Mom, what do you mean?"

"I've suspected for a while," she continued, almost as if to herself. "It is just too well planned out. Too coincidental, every time. And you are not like this, Dana. You are not a sneaky girl. Or at least you haven't been." 

As if on cue, Jayme came sauntering through the front door, as if returning from a long walk. 

"What's up, everybody?" he called casually. In a flash, my mother was in front of him, blocking his path, pointing to the living room. 

"And you! You can get yourself right in here, too, mister." She had murder in her voice, and I had no idea how I was going to get out of this. How we would survive this mess. Jayme paled and seemed to shrink as he shuffled into the room and looked from my mom to my dad, who'd been sitting quietly – too quietly – in the corner, his arms crossed and his eyebrows furrowed. 

"I know what's going on," my mom repeated. "And you should both be ashamed of yourselves." 

"Wait, Jill, let me explain –" started Jayme, but she cut him off.

"Shut up, Jayme," she snapped. "You come here and you encourage my daughter, your eighteen-year-old niece, to behave this way? No. Shut your mouth. I think you've done enough damage." 

Jayme and I looked at each other in horror. 

"I know exactly what's happening. You've been sneaking that Hickman boy in here and having sex with him. In my house." 

I could've died from relief. She didn't know anything. I was speechless from the rush of adrenaline that finally hit me. 

"And you!" She turned now to Jayme. "You've been covering for her. Because he's your friend, is that it? And because you want to be the cool uncle? Well, let me tell you something. Dana is just a child. She might be eighteen, but she is just a child. Josh Hickman is far too old and far too experienced for a girl like Dana. And you know that as well as I do." 

I had a vision of myself kneeling behind the Hickman's boathouse with Jayme's cock buried in my throat, exposing my tits to him, and then letting him jerk off on my face. Yeah, Mom, your little girl is quite the innocent, I thought. I avoided making eye contact with Jayme, because I'm sure he had a similar flash at the same moment. 

"Mom," I pleaded softly, "Uncle Jayme isn't responsible for this. And I haven't been...I mean...I'm sorry about today, but I haven't been..." I tried to look as remorseful as possible. "This was the only time, I swear." Which was sort of the truth. "And it won't happen again." I looked at Jayme. That was definitely not the truth. We had turned a corner, and there was no coming back.



Losing Control at the Lake Ch. 03



As easy as it had been to convince my mom that Jayme and I weren't hiding a secret, it was getting harder and harder to find opportunities to sneak around. Derek was home almost all the time, and my mom and dad were keeping a close eye on me -- and Jayme -- since the incident. 

So the three of us -- Jayme, Derek, and me -- spent a lot of time together at the lake, which was torture, because all I could think about when I saw Jayme in swim trunks was sex, and I knew he felt the same way. It was all we could do to keep our hands off one another around Derek. In fact, on more than one occasion, we were less than discreet and I swore he saw -- although if he did, he certainly didn't let on. 

I also continued to date Josh, which was difficult because I was so incredibly attracted to him. Of course I had a hard time refusing his advances. He was patient with me, and after the day he'd made me cum in his bedroom I made up an excuse about needing to slow it down again, which he agreed to. But I wasn't kidding myself. He was a guy after all. I knew he was likely sleeping with other girls, but he made it clear time and time again that he wanted me, and I had so little willpower that I knew it was just a matter of time. I didn't know how long I could continue to look Jayme in the eye and not betray myself to him. And I was scared that Jayme would get so jealous that it would change his relationship with Josh or put us somehow in the spotlight with his comments and behavior. That was the last thing I wanted. 

It was also difficult to watch Jayme mauled by every woman at Josh's parties, too, including Mrs. Hickman, who was clearly up for another round of whatever good time Jayme had showed her the first time. She watched him like prey every time he stepped foot on her property. And Alicia continued to flirt with Jayme in her cool way, which made me incredibly jealous, because she was so beautiful and so unlike me. 

Josh's parties were tough for Jayme, too, to be fair. He had murder in his eyes every time Josh touched me in front of him, and he was always moody on the way over there. Afterwards, he couldn't get enough of me. On several occasions we left abruptly and, without giving any thought to being discovered, fucked against the side of the boathouse. There were so many people who could have seen us, but usually by the time Jayme grabbed my wrist and pushed me against the siding I was done for. The entire state could have come along and I would have happily done unspeakable acts in front of all of them. I was just that out of control. 

It was at one of Josh's parties when Josh whispered, "Let's go be alone for a bit" and led me inside. We first tried the media room, but there were already couples in it, and then we went to his room, but there were two very drunk girls there making out on his bed in wet bathing suits, so it wouldn't have even helped to kick them out. Finally, we slipped into a spare bedroom and locked the door. 

The bedroom was beautifully decorated, with a private bathroom attached to it. In the middle of the excessively large bathroom was a Jacuzzi tub on a pedestal overlooking the back yard. Josh chuckled softly to himself as I took it all in. "I forgot about that tub," he murmured. "How did I forget about that awesome tub? I should've brought you in here long ago." 

He pulled me close and breathed against my ear, "Want to get in with me?" I pulled back to see if he was serious, and he was grinning, but he was absolutely not kidding. It was happening. His hard cock was pressed against my ass, we were both wearing very little, and there was no way that I was leaving that room without having sex with Josh. And I wasn't the least bit disappointed about that. 

"Tell you what," he said in response to what he thought was my reluctance, "You can keep your suit on if you like. But I'm taking everything off." And he stripped his shirt and shorts off and strutted into the bathroom, completely naked. 

Now, Jayme's body was great. He was on the thin side, and I've always preferred guys with a slighter build. I loved every inch of him, and I never imagined I could want anyone as much as I wanted Jayme. But when I saw Josh Hickman naked in the lights of that marble bathroom I felt a cramp of desire flash through me. I stared at him like he was the first naked man I'd ever seen, which in a sense, he was. I took in every inch of him, unfamiliar and dangerous and entirely desirable. I guess it showed on my face, because Josh smiled then, not a sweet smile but the kind of smile Jayme got just when he was about to ask me to do something dirty. He turned on the water and then stood by the tub, lazily rubbing his chest, while I marveled at his lean, tattooed body. And finally, when I could no longer pretend I wasn't going to look at it, I took in the beautiful sight of Josh Hickman's giant cock. 

He hadn't been hard when he'd first shed his clothes, but watching me and running the water seemed to have done the trick, because he was stiffening as he stared at me and casually squeezed his cock. And I stopped in my tracks and just stared. It was that intimidating. It was long and thick and beautifully made, a perfect cock, and as I looked at it, it seemed to keep growing. Josh was stroking himself slowly now, almost hypnotizing me with the steady motion of his large fingers wrapped around his shaft.  

"Um," I started nervously. 

He reached out his hand. "Coming in?" he asked, as the tub filled with water. I nodded and he drew me to him, sliding his hands inside my tank top and peeling it effortlessly from my body. Before I knew it he was kissing me and unfastening my shorts all at the same time, so that I stood in front of him in just my bathing suit. But, just as he suggested, he didn't try to remove my suit. He helped me into the tub and then got in with me, facing me, my legs on either side of his body, my feet braced on the tub wall next to him. He scooted me closer and brushed his lips over mine lightly several times before drawing me in for a more passionate kiss. 

"This is exactly where I want to be," he said tenderly. "I'm sick of all those people." He brushed wisps of hair back from my forehead and ran his finger along my jaw and down my throat. I was barely breathing. "I was really hoping we could be alone tonight," he murmured. "So we can, you know, take it to the next level."

I was ready to take it to any level Josh wanted, and would have gladly just initiated it myself if I hadn't been still working my "almost a virgin" angle. Irrationally, I tried to convince myself that it was really true, since incestuous sex with your uncle couldn't possibly count. But Jayme and I had done too much, and it was hard not to respond the way I wanted to. Besides, it was clearly turning Josh on -- maybe more -- to think I was such an innocent girl. And I wanted to take advantage of that for just a bit longer. 

So I just nodded and looked at him and he kissed me again and then carefully untied the top of my bathing suit, tossing it into the corner as he ran his fingers down my chest, dipped them into the water, and then dripped the water on my nipples. I sighed and closed my eyes as he continued to dip his fingers in the bath and drip the water on my breasts. My nipples puckered from the sensation of the water, and paired with the air conditioning and my desire for Josh they were aching pebbles. Josh dipped his head to lick the water off, sucking one nipple for what seemed like forever, then licking the other, teasing it with the tip of his tongue, making me shiver in the warm water as his tongue traced around and around my nipple, the tiny bumps on my areola, the smooth flesh of my bare tit. 

Eventually he paused to kiss me, and as he did, he pulled me so my chest was against his, my nipples rubbing against his firm torso, his arms wrapped firmly around me, and his hips positioned so that I was seated astride his very firm, very large cock, separated from my body only by my bikini bottom. I moaned against his mouth before I realized I had done it, and he didn't need much encouragement. He slid the bottoms aside before I could protest and slipped inside of me. 

Josh's cock was so much larger than Jayme's that I could feel the difference. While Jayme was a perfect fit, Josh almost stretched me, and I couldn't feel as much as I wanted to because we were underwater. "Can we go to the bed?" I whispered.

I think Josh took that for the kind of thing a romantic-minded teenage girl might say, because he was immediately all concerned. "I'm sorry, Dana, of course we can. You're right. Our first time should be in a bed." 

Little did he know that it wasn't the romantic notion of the bed that I wanted, it was the full sensation of his cock sliding in and out of me.

After some awkward untangling, we got out of the tub and over to the bed, where Josh rubbed me dry with a fluffy towel and removed my bikini bottoms. And then he kissed me again and made motions to get all sweet and gentle, but I'd had enough. I pulled him down on top of me, not gently, and wrapped my legs around his hips, rocking against his cock, so there would be no mistaking what it was that I wanted. He paused only long enough to reach his hand between us and guide his swollen cock into my waiting pussy, and then he was inside me again, touching every place within me. 

He took his sweet time fucking me, changing rhythm every now and then, varying his strokes so that some were deeper and some were shallower, sometimes he was grinding all the way inside me while other times he was merely sinking a few inches in and out. And I stopped thinking. All of our makeout sessions and all of my stolen moments with Jayme, my sexual frustration and my insatiable appetite, all combined for the perfect storm. I was in heaven being fucked by him, and I couldn't get him close enough. I was grabbing his arms and clawing at his back, digging my fingers into his tight ass as he pounded me, and I could feel the orgasm building in me, picking up speed, barreling toward me like a train.

When it hit me I cried out Josh's name over and over, and he pressed his lips against my ear and murmured, "That's it, cum for me, good girl." It barely felt like it was over when he shifted and hit some other place inside me and it flared all over again, a second surge of orgasm as powerful as the first. I was trembling and panting and my thighs wouldn't stop twitching and Josh never stopped, just continued fucking me, my pussy impossibly wet and still contracting around his massive cock, crooning in my ear, "God, I love to watch you cum, I love to feel you cum on my cock...I love to hear you lose control...that's it, forget everything, just cum for me, just like that." As my second orgasm ebbed I wondered how many times this could happen, how many times I could cum with him inside me. And at some point my brain just stopped altogether and all I was conscious of was Josh murmuring to me, "Oh, Dana, I love fucking you. Your pussy is so tight and wet...it's so perfect...I want to shoot my cum inside this perfect pussy...I want to make you cum again on my cock...oh, Jesus, you feel so incredible..." 

I could tell Josh was getting close when he stopped whispering to me and his breathing changed. And I was down enough from my high to be aware of his orgasm building and my amazement that it was happening, that I could make Josh Hickman cum, that Josh Hickman was going to lose control and cum inside me. And I couldn't say more, but I whispered his name in his ear and licked his salty neck and nipped at his collarbone and he shivered and groaned and squeezed my hips with his fingers as he shot his enormous load inside of me. I could feel the surging as I clenched him tightly from within. And then he shuddered and lay still, buried inside me, covered in goosebumps. I giggled in delight, skimming my hands down his arms. 

"Goosebumps?" I whispered, delighted.

"Mmhmm," he murmured, kissing me all over my face, first tenderly, then planting huge silly smacks all over my face while I continued to giggle. We were still fused together, his cock shrinking and our fluids leaking out of me, and he rolled off me and pulled me to him so that we were spooning, my ass tucked against his groin and my back pressed against the lean, sweaty length of him. 

"Let's just stay here," he said softly. "Just like this." 

"Mmm," I whispered, wide awake from my sex high, realizing that Josh was on his way to falling asleep wrapped around me. I tried to relax enough to nap with him, but I was too amped, my body like a live wire still, and my mind racing with a million different pieces of information. I was definitely falling hard for Josh, and after having sex with him once there was no way I was going to let that be the last time. He could have kept me in his house for the next week and I would have gladly fucked him silly all day every day. But my heart was divided, and as hot and delicious as it had been with Josh, and most of all how completely acceptable and utterly normal it had been to have sex with a guy I was dating, and could date, and could have a real shot at a relationship with, the thought of Jayme and our forbidden connection was always in the back of my mind.

I cursed myself for being duplicitous. I had never been like this. I was a one-man girl. I never even overlapped my crushes. And yet here I was, thoroughly satisfied by two amazing men, each different, each special, and I wasn't ready to let either of them go. I couldn't say goodbye to Josh, and I couldn't have Jayme just be my uncle again, not with everything we'd been through. 

But maybe, I thought, the fact that I'd had this amazing sexual experience with Josh would diminish my feelings for Jayme. Maybe it would, as Jayme had suggested, get something out of my system and guide me toward more normal appetites. 

Or maybe not. Maybe it would just feed them.

I had slept at Josh's the night of the party, and I didn't see Jayme for the next two days because he stayed with friends. I knew he knew what had happened, I knew he was staying away on purpose, and I knew it was going to be tense and awkward and horrible when he got home. By the time he got home late Tuesday night, everyone was in bed, including me. 

I heard him stop in the kitchen, predictably checking in the fridge to see what my mom had made for dinner, the way he had a thousand times in my lifetime, and I was hit with a powerful realization that there was no avoiding this. Jayme and I belonged to each other in a way that Josh and I never would. We were each other's past and future and he was my childhood and my adulthood, my fantasy and my reality. What more could Josh Hickman give me than that? And I had missed him. His absence from our house had been like the absence of sun, of birds, of vital oxygen. I needed him. 

I gave him a few minutes and when he finally got into his room and quietly closed the door I tiptoed down the hall and cracked the door. He had heard me coming and sighed, still changing out of his clothes, not looking at me. I slipped in, undeterred, locking the door behind me, and padded over to him where he had stopped, defeated, his t-shirt in his hand, wearing only boxer shorts. His eyes were bloodshot and he looked terrible. Older. Sad. 

He let me slip my arms around him and he held me, not like he usually did but like he should, comfortably, like an uncle hugging a niece, and my blood ran cold. He couldn't. He couldn't. We had too much between us. I buried my face in his chest and he sighed and rested his cheek on the top of my head, pulling me closer but still not what I wanted, not the type of embrace I wanted from him. 

And the smell of him, the rhythm of his breath, the feel of his hands and arms, everything so familiar and desirable and just out of my grasp unsettled me. I didn't want to, but I could feel myself tearing up. Crying again just like the stupid little girl I kept trying to convince him I wasn't. I wept noiselessly into his chest, my body shaking with silent sobs, clinging to him like I would never let him go. And eventually it wore him down and he squeezed me like he usually did, and kissed my tear-stained face, and whispered over and over that he loved me, that he needed me, that he couldn't lose me, that he was out of his mind for the past few days and just wanted to wipe the whole slate clean and go back to the way it was where it didn't hurt so damn much. 

We pulled each other's clothes off and just piled into bed, wrapped around each other like we couldn't get close enough, and just lay there, skin to skin, making each other no empty promises, just drowning in mutual pain and frustration but clinging to each other as we did. And eventually, exhausted, we dozed off. 

I woke up first, and I was behind him, spooning him. And all the contact with no sex was too much for me. I was horny and needed him and didn't want to wait another minute. I began running my hands down his back, cupping his ass, before reaching around and caressing his penis which was semi-erect even in sleep and gently juggling his balls. His cock grew as I played with him, and he stirred. I stroked him, my pussy firmly tucked against his tight ass, my fingers smearing those first drops of pre-cum around the head of his cock, the velvet feel of him under my fingers making me wetter. I craved him, my pussy throbbed, and I wanted to fuck him so badly. 

"Baby, I need you," I whispered, nibbling his ear. "I need you inside me." 

He didn't need much time to wake up. He grabbed me and kissed me passionately, his tongue probing every crevice of my mouth. Together we lowered to the floor, where we wouldn't make as much noise. Jayme rolled me over on my stomach and lifted my hips so that he could enter me from behind. There was no foreplay, just his cock inside me, sinking instantly to the hilt so that his balls slapped against the backs of my legs. He kept my legs tightly pressed together as he fucked me quickly, pushing my chest down to the carpet, bracing himself with his hand on my shoulder as he pummeled my pussy. 

"Oh, God," he whispered in my ear. "your pussy is so wet. Tell me why that pussy of yours is so wet." He was pinching my nipples now, clamping them between his two forefingers as he continued to drive himself into me. 

'I was thinking about your hard cock inside me. I was thinking about how you'd come home and wake me up and you would fuck me with your big hard cock and I'd cum all over it." 

"You bad girl," he snarled softly in my ear. "Tell me what a bad little girl you are." 

"I'm a bad girl, "I replied, bucking back against him, spreading my legs so he could fuck me deeper. "I'm a nasty little whore because the only thing I really love is your cock. Your big...beautiful...hard...cock." 

"You want me to fuck you all the time, don't you?"

"Yes...oh, God, yes...I want it inside me every minute of the day!"

"Even when your little boyfriend is making you cum in his bed?"

'Yes...even then...especially then...I always want to be with you...you make me feel so good...cum so hard...oh, Jayme...fuck me harder....fuck me harder..." 

He groaned and complied, pounding into me, burying his cock deep within me, reaching around to rub my clit as he wallowed in my wet, tight pussy. 

I moaned and growled deep in my throat, and that was all he needed. He pulled out and splashed his scalding load on my ass cheeks, where it promptly oozed down my back and into my hair. But he held me down, jerking every last drop onto my ass, then wiping it clean on my hip before grabbing a pillowcase to clean me up with. 

I was still facedown on the floor, my pussy throbbing with need, as he gently wiped his sticky fluids from me, kissing behind the pillowcase as he cleaned me. I whimpered as he rolled me over and wiped my wet cunt. 




Losing Control at the Lake Ch. 03



"Sensitive?" he asked with a wicked grin.

"Mmmm," I murmured, not wanting him to stop. 

"Satisfied?" he whispered. I shook my head, trying to press against his cloth-covered fingers, but he pulled them away.

"So make yourself cum," he said. "Show me how loverboy made you cum after your hot zoo date."

"What?" 

"You heard me," he said firmly. "I'm not done with you, not by a long shot. Rub that pussy and cum for me the way you came for him." 

Desperately needing release, I complied. It didn't take long for the approach of my much-needed orgasm. I spread my legs wide for him as I rubbed my clit with my fingers. He kneeled over me, stroking his cock, which had grown hard again as soon as I started touching myself. 

"That's it," he encouraged. "Show me how that little boyfriend of yours rubbed your clit while you were thinking about swallowing my cock." 

His nasty words turned me on. I rubbed harder, watching his hand on his penis, which was swollen and purple as he jerked himself. He was breathing heavily, and I knew he was close, so I whispered, "Cum in my mouth," and moved my face closer to him. With a groan he shoved the head of his cock in my mouth, still tugging at the shaft, and shot his load into my mouth. Feeling his semen pulse between my lips sent me over the edge and I climaxed, sucking harder on his cock to capture every last drop, moaning against his velvety skin as I polished it clean with my tongue. 

And as I licked him clean, he stiffened again. "Baby!" I exclaimed, amazed. We'd never gone three rounds.

"I told you I wasn't finished with you," he murmured gruffly, stroking my cheek and fingering the silken strands of my hair. "I missed you so bad. I've just been crazy out of my mind thinking about you. I feel like I could fuck you senseless all night...just never stop..." 

I pulled him down next to me and crawled on top of him, straddling him and enveloping his cock with my swollen lips. We both stifled groans as he slid inside me again, and I rode him at a leisurely pace, leaning over him now and then to brush my nipples across my face, reaching back from time to time to brush my fingers across his ball sac. When I felt him start to get close, I clamped down on him with my strong muscles and milked his stiff prick, grinding my pelvis against his to hurry my own orgasm, which I thought I was in control of. But he slid his fingers between my mound and his golden bush and pressed there while he tweaked my nipples with the fingers of his other hand, and my orgasm raced at me out of nowhere. I was whimpering, cumming on his cock, and then he was cumming inside me, his head thrown back, biting his lip to muffle his cries. 

I leaned forward and our tongues locked together, and we moaned against each other's mouths, coming down from our sex high, all sweaty and gloriously limp. We lay locked together for several minutes until our breathing was normal again and then I crawled off of him and collapsed on the carpet.

He stretched out beside me on the floor, nestling me close to him. "I love you," he whispered earnestly, holding my chin as he looked into my eyes. 

"I love you, too," I replied, kissing him softly.

"I hate this," he said.

"Me too." 

"I don't want to fuck anyone else," he said. "And I don't want you to fuck anyone else. Or be with anyone else. I hate that you're with Josh. I want to pound his fucking face in every time I see him. I thought I could handle this, but I can't. I want you to myself, and I think we should just say 'fuck it' and just be out in the open." 

"What are you saying?" 

"I want to tell my sister."

I panicked and tried to sit up, "No, Jayme, that's crazy! She'll kill both of us!" But he pinned me down firmly.

"She's not going to kill us," he said.

"No, oh my God, Jayme, she will literally kill both of us. How can you say she won't?" 

"She won't," he insisted, but he sounded less sure.

"I've got a better idea," I said. 

"What's that?" 

"The summer's almost over. We've got two more weeks, and then I'm heading to Myrtle Beach to school. You should just come down there with me."

"And do what?" he asked, although I could tell he liked the idea.

"Whatever you do now," I said, excited now at the prospect. "Play at the bars there. Surf. Make furniture. And be with me." 

"Really? You would want me there?"

"You ridiculous man," I giggled. "I would want you anywhere. And I'm tired of this, too. Maybe I'm not ready to tell Mom, but I'm not ready to let you go, either. Come to South Carolina with me. Be with me. And we can be together and no one will know or care." 

"Where will I say I am?"

"Say you're there! Tell everyone I told you what a party town it is there, and say you decided to move down there. No one will think anything of it. And then if we're ready to tell Mom..." he looked sternly at me and I corrected myself, "when we're ready to tell Mom, it will make more sense to her. And then she'll see that we're serious about each other, and it will make it easier on her. On all of us." 

"And what about Josh?"

"I'll break up with Josh tomorrow," I vowed. "I don't want to do this to you anymore, Baby. I love you. Just you and me from now on, ok?" 

"Mmm..." he nibbled at the little spot on my neck that drove me crazy, and I pressed back against him. "I like the sound of that. And I like your idea. I'll do it." 

"Promise?" 

"Promise." 

We lay on the carpet in my parents' house full of naïve plans and ridiculous dreams, and at that moment I think both of us actually believed we would make this happen. We truly believed we could hide our relationship until such time as it would be possible to have it be publicly acceptable and accepted by our family. And we clung to those ideas because it was all we had, and there were only 2 weeks left of summer, and we didn't have any other choice. It was self-preservation.



Losing Control at the Lake Ch. 04



The next morning I felt like a giddy thirteen-year-old. My commitment to Jayme still fresh in my mind, my confidence soaring because I had spent the good part of the weekend engaged in wanton sex with two different men, I was on top of the world. At breakfast Derek eyed me suspiciously. 

"What's with you?" he asked when I burst into laughter after Jayme dropped something in his lap and mumbled, "I don't know why my fingers aren't working today. Guess I didn't get enough sleep." 

"Nothing," I sassed. "Mind your business. Eat your Frosted Flakes." And I stretched my leg under the table to poke him in the thigh with my bare toe.

"Quit," he warned.

I poked him again and he glared at me. 

"What kind of trouble can we get into today?" I mused, flipping my hair off my shoulders. "I don't think I can do the beach or the pool again. I want to do something. I want to go somewhere." 

"We could take the kayaks to Spider Island," Jayme suggested. 

"Why?" asked Derek. "Nothing there...just that old fort we've seen like a million times. Probably a bunch of snakes this time of year."

"God, Derek, you're such a grumpy old man!" I teased. " 'Just a bunch of snakes and a stupid old fort.' We haven't even checked it out this summer. We go to it every summer. I think it's a great idea."

"Awesome," he said. "I think it's a stupid idea. So you guys go right ahead, and I'll stay here and play Xbox. How about that?" 

I shrugged. "Works for me. Spider Island it is." I winked at Jayme. 

The island was a tiny one, once privately owned but now owned by the county. It had the remnants of an old fort on it which had fascinated us as children. It was a summer tradition to make a pilgrimage out to it and spend the day on the island exploring and swimming and generally goofing off. Jayme had never gotten too old for these adventures and was usually the one who thought up some crazy dare for Derek or me. So it was a place I'd always loved, and it was also a golden opportunity to get away from everyone else in a very legitimate, unsuspicious way. I had butterflies at the thought of being alone with Jayme for the entire day. 

We took the kayaks out, which was a treat in itself. It was so calm on the water, and I loved watching Jayme, who was so natural in any outdoor activity and so incredibly sexy. I still marveled at the fact that my uncle, whom I'd grown up with like a cousin, was now my secret lover. I was a jumble of powerful emotions, a live wire. 

When we got to the island, we did our usual trek to the old fort, racing each other down the footpath and grappling with the undergrowth to get to it. When we got to it, we stood in front of it for a long time, just staring at it, and Jayme slipped his arms around me from behind and nuzzled my neck. "Skinny," he whispered.

"Uncle Jayme," I whispered back. I could feel him grinning against my neck. 

"This has been a crazy-ass summer."

"Yeah." That was the understatement of a lifetime. 

"Do you remember last time we were here?"

"Yeah," I replied. "It was last summer, the last day of our trip. And we almost forgot to come, and then Derek reminded us. And we all piled in the canoe, and Derek lost his sunglasses and got all pissed off-"

"Derek was a real pussy about those sunglasses!" Jayme laughed. "He's such a chick!" 

"Yeah, and we stayed out all day and then mom made those awesome shrimp skewers." 

"Yeah." He tucked my head under his chin and squeezed me closer. "I remember." 

"Does the fact that we're, you know, together -- does that make all the rest of it weird?"

"Not to me. You?"

"I don't know," I answered truthfully. "Kind of. But also better." 

"Better?"

"Yeah. Because you've always been there. Because you belong to me and I belong to you." 

He cleared his throat and held me tightly and didn't say anything, and I wanted to freeze the moment, so I closed my eyes and willed him to keep holding me forever. He pressed his lips to my hair, nuzzling against me, and I sighed and arched against him. 

"Mmm...we're supposed to be exploring..." he murmured, tucking my ass against his pelvis and holding me there tightly. I could feel his cock growing hard and my immediate, primal reaction to him.

I giggled. "I have something you can explore..." I pulled his hand up to my breast, slipped it into my bikini top, and sighed at his touch. Everything was so charged between us that we couldn't even pay attention to the fort or the island or the beautiful day. And it was always like that...constantly like that...this all-encompassing desire for him at any price. 

We had stopped at the fort's edge and held there, and this summer we didn't go any farther in. Instead, we took our backpacks to the clearing and Jayme made a blanket of our towels. The second they were down I shimmied out of my bathing suit before he even had a chance to undo his shorts and spread out on the towels on my back, lazily trailing my fingers up and down my body, around my breasts, over my stomach, across the soft pelt of light curls covering my pussy, which was growing wetter just from the thrill of being naked outside and watching Jayme getting turned on by watching me. 

"Yeah, do that some more," he said, his voice taking on that huskier tone it always did when he was excited. And happily I touched myself more, rolling my nipples between my fingers, cupping my tits in both hands, spreading my legs with my knees bent to give him a perfect view of my pussy, which was wet and shining in the sunlight. The breeze on my open cunt and watching him undo his shorts, take them off, and start stroking his cock...I was growing more and more turned on and in need of what we both wanted. 

When I saw the drop of pre-cum on the tip of his cock I begged him to come down on the towels with me, and he happily obliged, straddling my chest so his cock was in my face. I sucked his leaking erection into my mouth, swirling to get the salty drops off the velvet head, eagerly drawing him deeper into my mouth and moaning at the feeling of him lodged at the back of my throat. He cupped and squeezed his balls as I grabbed his ass cheeks and swallowed every inch of him, loving the sensation of his cock filling my warm, wet mouth. I moaned and he shivered at the sensation, abandoning his balls to twine his fingers through my hair and hold me to him so he was almost fucking my face. 

I would have happily sucked him to completion, but after a minute or two he pulled back, panting, telling me he didn't want to cum yet and that he wanted to cum together. So begrudgingly I let him slip out of my mouth, still trying to grip and stroke him as he kissed me hard, his tongue searching mine as he crawled between my legs and slid into me. 

I marveled again at how well we fit together, how fully he filled me, how good he always felt sliding into me, then going deeper until it felt like he couldn't penetrate me any farther. He pulled my legs up over his shoulders and it felt like he was farther inside me than he could possibly go, and I moaned and whimpered his name and he fucked me slowly, all the way in, so deep, so impossibly deep. 

"I love your pussy," he whispered to me as he buried his cock deep inside me over and over again, making me crazy with the need to cum. "I love fucking you. I could just fuck you all day, every day. I wish I could do that." 

"I love fucking you, too..." I cried, "I wish you could fuck me all day just like this, so deep and hard, your big cock inside me..." I panted as I grew closer to orgasm, needing nothing but that release, focused on the warmth growing inside me, spreading from my core outward, fogging my brain...

He pulled out and I could have killed him, but he was down on me in a flash, his tongue lapping at my swollen, sopping cunt, his hands spreading my thighs wide as I raced toward orgasm, tensing and shaking and crying out his name as his tongue plundered my pussy and teased my clit. Within seconds I flooded his face with my juices. And then just as fast he was back inside me, not even giving me a second to rest, my pussy so wet and slippery that I had to clench my muscles just to feel him, and then he fucked me deep again, and slow, grinding against me so with a minute's time I was racked with another orgasm just as powerful as the first, clutching Jayme's ass and holding him inside me where seconds later he exploded too. 

We lay there, Jayme on top of me, slipping out of me as he shrank, our combined fluids leaking out of me onto the towels. And he kissed me so tenderly, so gently, like a fragile thing, until I just wanted to cry. He always seemed to know, without my telling him, what I needed, how I needed to be touched, whether rough or gentle and everything in between. 

"This is the best summer I've ever had," he said earnestly, stroking my face and my hair. "I know it's been crazy, and I know you're still sorting all this out in your head, but it's been awesome...every second has been awesome..." 

"You're just saying that because of all the hot sex we're having," I teased. 

He laughed and admitted, "We are having lots of hot sex...like the hottest sex I've ever had...so maybe, yeah, that's definitely part of it." 

"What's the other part of it?"

"You." He planted a kiss on my forehead and rubbed noses with me. "This. Having this with you, this thing I never thought I could have with anyone and definitely not with you because of who we are to each other and what people would say."

I was quiet for a minute. "Hottest sex you ever had? Really?" 

"Yep." He nibbled my lip, my jaw, down to my collarbone. 

"Tell me why," I asked. "I don't believe you." 

"Easy," he said, continuing his trail of kisses across to my shoulder and down my arm. "You're beautiful, I've been madly in love with you for two years, you're a dirty girl at heart, and the sneaking around...I know we're not supposed to be proud of it, and I don't like having to do it, but it's so incredibly hot." He nipped at me then, sinking his teeth into my nipple and making me squeal. And then he pinned my arms down to keep me from grabbing at him. Finally, spent and content and happy to be together, we snuggled on the towels and catnapped. 

We nestled on the towels until it got hot, and then because the sun was beating down on us and we were already sweaty, we raced back to the water for a dip, all over each other the entire time we splashed about, with cold, slippery bodies and hard nipples from the shock of the water and our excitement at skinny-dipping on this island together. And then the excitement was lust once again and we spread our towels down again and fell to the towels. 

This time I crawled on top of Jayme and he slid right inside me, grabbing my hips and pulling me down hard on his cock, allowing me to take the lead but just barely, and then he pulled me down to him, rolled on top of me, and started teasing me, drawing almost all the way out until I squirmed and begged for him to go deeper. He laughed and pinned me down more the more I begged, rubbing himself against my moist lips and barely penetrating me, and I was excited and furious all at the same time, desperate for fulfillment and incredibly aroused by his playfulness. And though he was teasing me and clearly in control, he was also obviously turned on as well, his swollen cock as hard as I'd ever seen it and his eyes dark and heated. 

Finally I stopped squirming and he leaned in to kiss me. I drew his mouth onto mine, capturing his lips with my own, my tongue locked with his. I gave him everything in that kiss: my childhood, my womanhood, my faith, my love, my soul, everything that one lover can give to another. He sank into me and everything in the world just stopped. There were no sounds. No time. It was myself and Jayme on that island, on that beach, and we were everything to each other and everything there was in the universe. And then I heard my brother's voice, and my universe cracked and tilted.



Losing Control at the Lake Ch. 05



Derek's strangled, confused voice sobered me like a splash of cold water. He was right next to us, looking down on the sight of his uncle and twin sister stark naked, his uncle's cock buried deep inside his sister's pussy. The look on his face was equal parts shock and lust and I realized that he must have been there for a few minutes because he was clearly aroused, his cock straining against the front of his shorts. 

Jayme recovered first. "Dude...ah...could you turn around for a minute, please? Let us get dressed?" He was struggling to appear calm, but his voice was shaking and even before we pulled apart I could feel him trembling. I felt nauseous and suddenly cold. 

"I'm gonna just..." Derek said in a voice that sounded like I was listening to it through a tunnel. He pressed his hand over his cock, squeezing it almost automatically, before he turned his back and wandered down the beach a bit while the two of us scrambled to pull our clothes on. My hands were shaking so badly I didn't think I could even manage to dress myself, and I was so horrified that I couldn't even look at Jayme. All I could imagine was my parents' angry faces. They wouldn't understand this. We had been kidding ourselves. 

When we were dressed again, Jayme called Derek back and asked if the three of us could talk. I was in a panic, but Jayme took my hand and assured me that he would do all the talking, and I reluctantly consented. Derek was surly toward Jayme and wouldn't even look me in the eye, but he agreed to sit and listen to what Jayme had to say. 

"I love her," he began. "And she loves me, and we didn't plan this." 

I started crying right away, unable to stop the tears from flowing down my cheeks, although I never made a sound. I think I was in shock. 

Derek said nothing, drawing patterns in the sand and then wiping them clean, over and over again. 

"We would have told you. In fact, we were going to tell the family at the end of the summer when everyone could have some time to process it."

Still silence from Derek. 

"I'm sorry you had to find out this way. Pretty shocking, I guess." 

Derek snorted angrily, brushing the sand aside more forcefully, still making no eye contact. 

"So can you keep this a secret until we tell your parents?" 

Derek stood up then. "You're a fucking sick and twisted bastard," he said hotly to Jayme, pointing at him. "I fucking hate you. And you." He looked me over like I was less than nothing, and then said in a hateful, shaky voice, "You're just a pathetic slut. But I already knew that." And with that he left us trembling and terrified in the sand. 

At home it was clear he hadn't said anything yet, which only made me fearful that he would do it at any moment. But he avoided us, telling my mom he had a headache and wanted to stay in his room. 

"Everyone's just in a mood today!" she observed. "You two are awful quiet. How was your island trip today?"

"Exhausting," Jayme said truthfully. 

"Well. You're both really sunburned. That's probably why you're all so tired and grumpy. You should get some sleep tonight. We're going out with the Carters for a bit after dinner, but we'll be back. I'm sure you all will be fast asleep when we get in."  

We both nodded and finished our meal in relative silence. Luckily my mom thought it was sunburn that was the problem. Little did she know. 

And because we were truly exhausted, we did go to our beds and stay there, not even a word to each other, though Jayme sent me a text message telling me he loved me and that everything was going to be okay. I read it over and over again until I fell asleep with the phone in my hand. 

The next morning I bumped into Derek in the hallway and he shot me a poisonous look and kept going. I grabbed his arm and begged him to talk to me. "Derek, please...please don't be mad at me..." 

He turned to look at me incredulously and wrenched his arm away from me. "Dana, how can I not be mad at you? What you've done?" He shook his head. "He's our uncle. I mean, what the fuck?" 

"Are you mad because he's our uncle and you think it's gross or because he's our uncle and now it leaves you out?" I countered. "No more Three Musketeers, and all that." 

"Both," he shot back. "Why? What made you fall in love with him, anyway? What did I miss? What did I-" he stopped then. 

"What did you what?" 

"Never mind. Forget it." He wrenched out of my grasp and went to his room, slamming the door behind him. 

Jayme and I sent text messages back and forth all day but stayed away from each other. I was terrified that the tiniest thing would set Derek off and send him to my parents with the story. Jayme wanted to let the whole thing blow over, but I was too scared to wait Derek out. I kept pleading with Jayme to say something to him, to try to make him understand that if he could just hold out until we were in North Carolina we would just tell my parents everything and it would be out in the open. No more secrets. 

But Jayme wouldn't budge. 

So I tried again with Derek later in the day. He was sitting on the deck and I went out and plopped next to him in the other chair. "Brother," I pouted, laying my hand on his arm. 

He tried to ignore me, but my calling him "Brother" softened him up. When we were small we called each other "Brother" and "Sister," and every once in a while we still did it, usually when one was mad at the other. I saw his shoulders fall and he made no move to pull away from me. 

"I don't want you to be mad at me," I said quietly. "I don't want you to be mad at either of us." 

"Well, it's too late for that," he grumbled. I saw that he truly was more hurt than angry. I just had to convince him that it wouldn't change things, that the three of us could still do things together and spend time and it would be like old times, always. Just because Jayme and I were together, it didn't change what Derek and I had with each other or with our uncle. 

We sat quietly and I rubbed his arm with my hand, tucking it into the crook of his arm and leaning my head on his shoulder. He sighed and relented, even though he didn't touch me back. 

"Tell me why," he said, finally, his voice strangely calm and quiet. "Explain it to me so I can understand. I skip one party and suddenly you two are attached at the hip and I can't seem to get two seconds with you."

"Not true...and you never wanted to spend time with me this summer anyway! Thank God Jayme was around...all you wanted to do was stay in and play stupid video games." 

He shot me a hurt look. "It's not all I wanted to do. But I just couldn't stand it. And I didn't know you guys were...I mean, I didn't know exactly what was going on, but I sure as hell knew something was going on. And it just made me uncomfortable and I couldn't be around it. And then to go to the island yesterday and see you guys...see him..." he choked on the words and stopped. "Dana, I think - I swear to God - that is the worst thing I have ever seen in my life. If I live to be a hundred, that'll be the worst thing I ever see." He shook his head and looked away. 

"Brother..."

"No! Don't 'Brother' me...you have no idea...to see you...and him...like that...it made me feel like..."

"Like what?" I asked softly.

"It made me sick!" he cried.

I didn't say anything, recalling how turned on he had been. He had seen everything: my bare tits, my wet pussy, my tan thighs spread wide for Jayme...maybe he had even heard me moaning and begging. I had begged like a filthy slut, "Jayme, I need your hard cock inside me...Jayme, I need you to fuck me right now...Jayme, I want to cum on that big cock of yours, make me cum, fuck me now." I had moaned and rubbed my pussy against his dick like a cat in heat and he had teased me with it and God knows how long Derek had been standing there, watching. Getting hard as he watched us. 

Derek claimed it made him sick, but I recalled the look on his face, the obvious bulge in his shorts. The look in his eyes that said he would've pushed Jayme out of the way and plunged his cock into me himself if given half the chance. Could it be... that...? But no, Derek was my twin, he didn't think of me that way. That was truly disgusting, that was truly incest, I mean what Jayme and I did was bad, but for Derek and me...we were twins...it was wrong. He didn't. He couldn't. 

But. Did he? 

"Derek, look at me," I pleaded. 

He stubbornly shook his head until I cupped his face in my hands and forced him to look at me. "Is that all? Is that all you felt?"

He closed his eyes. 

"You have to tell me," I whispered. 

"Sister...I can't..." he whispered back, trying to swallow back tears. They pooled in his lashes. I couldn't stand to see him so upset. I kissed his eyes, tasting his tears on my lips, drawing his head to my breast and cradling him there. He threw his arms around me and squeezed me so tightly I thought he would crack my ribs. "I saw you like that, and I wanted you," he confessed. "I saw him touching you, making luh-love to you...the way you kissed him...I wished it was me." 

"No, shhh...Derek...you're just confused... It's just because we were having sex and it turned you on...I'm sure it just happens like that. It's like...it's like seeing porn. That's all." I was trying everything to rationalize what he had just told me. He was a guy, we were naked...I'd heard of guys seeing their moms or sisters naked before and getting turned on...it didn't mean anything...it was just a natural male response to a naked female body...right? 

"No," he whispered, burrowing his face to my chest, between my breasts, far more intimately than a brother ought to. "It's not. Don't you remember the night at Jimmy Danforth's party?"

"Derek!" I cried, "You swore we would never, ever, ever talk about that again!" I tried to struggle out of his grasp, but he held me fast. 

"I know, I know, I promised, but maybe..." 

"No! Derek, you promised..." Now I was crying, the shame of something that had happened long before coming back to me. "We can't," I wept. "Derek, we can't." 

"I won't..." he murmured against my hair. "I won't..." He was silent for a moment. "I'm sorry...I only brought it up because you said it wasn't about you. And it was about you, it was only about you. If I just wanted a girl to fu-" he stopped and blushed. "If I just wanted a girl for sex..."

"Derek, I'm begging you, please don't say another word!" 

He nodded ruefully, and as I looked at him I realized how I might get myself out of this mess. And I was horrified and excited all at the same time. 

Jayme caught me around back later that night and kissed me so sweetly that I thought I would melt. The time away from him had been torture, and even though I was scared to death of Derek discovering us, I couldn't bring myself to stop Jayme when he started nibbling down my neck, across my collarbone, his hand sliding underneath my tank top as he pressed me up against the side of the house and kissed me with more urgency. He pressed his body against mine, his cock already rock hard as he slid his thigh between mine, lifting one of my legs for greater access, grinding into me. I grabbed his ass and pulled him into me as close as he could go, forgetting about Derek, my parents, the horror at the island, everything but the feeling of Jayme. 

"Let's just tell them," he begged. "We'll do it together, and everything will be fine." 

But I just couldn't. I wasn't ready for them to know. He was kissing me stupid, and he thought I'd agree to anything at that moment, but I held firm. There was no way I was shattering the image my parents had of me. And if they had been that upset about Josh, imagine what they would say if they knew about Jayme. No, I needed to keep it to myself. I needed for everyone to just keep our secrets and let the web of lies stand just a bit longer. 

And I was about to add to that web of lies. 

*****

There was a time - not that far back, actually -- when Derek was no mystery to me, when he and I were inseparable and knew everything about each other. My twin brother had been my best friend and confidante for most of my life. There were a few things he didn't know about, sure. He didn't know that my first kiss had been his best friend, Pete Sullivan. He didn't know that I had convinced Cate to date him for that brief time during senior year because I was hoping to get him laid (it hadn't worked). And he hadn't known, for all the years we were growing up and all the times my pulse fluttered faster when I looked at him, that I was in love with Jayme. But Derek knew what made me laugh and what made me cry, what made me tick and what ticked me off. He had been with me for my first day of school and my first bike and my first period and my first real heartbreak. He knew when I was lying to my parents and to him and although he rarely lied, he'd lied for me many times. And here he was again, being dishonest because of me. 

I thought back to the night he'd mentioned, the night of Jimmy Danforth's party. It was a party during spring break, a week or two after our 18th birthday, when Derek had gotten uncharacteristically drunk. I had been drinking, too, but I was buzzed at most - Derek had been wasted. And since Derek wasn't much of a partier, it had been all the more obvious when he started acting foolish. 

By the second time I heard him from all the way in the other room, I knew it was bad. Derek was normally fairly quiet, and this night he was loud and laughing at full volume and saying God knows what. So I excused myself from the group I was talking with and went and got him. At first he resisted me and then he went along with me, his arm wrapped around my shoulder and mine around his waist, crashing into walls and knocking into people until I could wrangle him to Jimmy's family room in the basement. We had all played together when we were smaller, and I knew -- or rather, hoped, since I hadn't been in Jimmy's basement in a good nine years -- that there was a guest bedroom there. All I wanted was to get Derek into it and distract him until he fell asleep, which from the looks of things wouldn't be too long. And then I could keep an eye on him until I could get him back home without Mom or Dad realizing how drunk he'd been. 

I managed to get Derek down the stairs (all six feet, two inches of him) by myself without injury to either one of us. And sure enough, the guest room was still there, dusty and dated, the double bed decorated with the same calico bedspread and dust ruffle I remembered from my childhood. I led him to the bed, where he collapsed, laughing, and I pulled his shoes off and stuffed a pillow under his head so he wouldn't choke on his own vomit. 

"You're the best sister in the whole world, Dana," he said in a loud, sing-song voice. "The best sister I ever had." 

"Derek, you dumbass, I'm the only sister you ever had," I retorted.

"Yeahhh, but..." he trailed off. "You're the best, though. That's why I love you so much."

"Thanks, Brother." I looked around for a wastebasket and a hand towel or something that I could wipe his mouth with if he puked. 

"You're so pretty. Maybe that's why I love you so much. Because you're so beautiful, the most beautiful girl in the whole world. My twin sister, the most beautiful girl..." He was mumbling and sleepy, his eyes closing. 

Good, I thought. He'd be out like a light. But I couldn't just leave him. I was afraid he'd roll off the bed and hurt himself or get sick or something, so I kept my eye on him for a long time, entertaining myself by reading a battered paperback Danielle Steel novel that was on the nightstand, another relic from the era in which the bedroom had been decorated. 

A couple hours went by and I cursed my brother inwardly for all the fun I was missing at the party before the big dummy went and got all trashed. Instead I was here in the basement babysitting him, reading a stupid trashy mom book, tired and grumpy and not even drunk enough for any of it to be fun. 

Eventually I crawled into bed with my brother, turning my back to his and falling asleep almost instantly, since by that time I was relatively sure he wasn't going to be sick. It was probably two or three am, the party was still going on upstairs, though subdued, and the last thing I remembered was my brother's slow, even breath beside me. 

I don't know what woke me, but it was still dark and I was disoriented. Not drunk, just disoriented in the way that you can be when you're sleeping in a strange place and you're out of your normal routine. And there were arms wrapped around me, and a face nestled into my hair and neck. 

For a moment all I registered was a slight quiver of excitement at the nearness and the maleness. A large male body wrapped around mine, one hand across my hip, fingers on my stomach, the other resting comfortably, familiarly, on my breast. Even, deep male breathing. A male scent mixed with the smell of beer. 

And a very male hardness pressing against my ass. 

I froze and held my breath, suddenly intensely awake. It was Derek, and he must've been confused and pulled me to him in his sleep when he felt me sleeping there. I was to blame for his confusion, and so I should just wake him up. Just wake him up or pull out of his grasp and roll him over. But I didn't. I lay there. I lay there and simply enjoyed the nearness, the hands on me, the desire building in my body.

I will never know why I did it, but I moved against him just a bit. I shifted just a tad so that my bottom nestled into his crotch. And when I did, he burrowed into me closer and his fingers, as if automatically, started brushing back and forth, ever so lightly, over my very erect nipple. I could feel his hot breath through my hair and he moved it aside with his nose and kissed the side of my neck delicately, just butterfly kisses, barely there. It was all the lightest of touches, almost not touching, and it felt so good that I almost forgot it was my brother behind me. I was instantly wet, intensely aroused, beyond rational thought. His hand slid across my stomach, fingertips trailing across my belly, tracing little patterns into my skin, sliding into the top of my jeans, almost to my panties. And that cock pressing insistently against me, telling my body what I could be enjoying if I just...if I just...

I had to pretend I was sleeping, though. I figured he would stop if I let on for even a second that I was awake. He was breathing heavier now, really tugging at my nipple, his mouth on my ear, his erection pressing into my ass. Moaning just a bit, softly and almost under his breath, just enough that it aroused me even more because I'd never heard my brother moan like that...it wasn't a Derek sound. I could pretend...

He struggled to unhook my shorts, and I had to pretend I was shifting in my sleep to allow him to tug them down. When they were over my hips, he paid extra attention to my ass, pulling back from me to rub and caress it before pulling me against him again, pressing firmly against me while his fingers traveled over my hip to my panty-clad mound, just teasing against the top of it, not yet sliding down between my thighs to explore my slick folds or now-swollen nub. But when his fingers made their way to the wet satin I couldn't control myself, and I moaned involuntarily against him, feeling his cock twitch through his khakis. 

And then he rolled onto his back and pulled me on top of him, face to face. He kissed me then, and it was not gentle, his mouth on mine ravenous and greedy, his tongue sliding across my lips, probing them open, his hand holding my head in place. I found myself kissing him back, just as hungrily, only paying attention to the pleasure coursing through my body, setting every inch of me on fire. His arms were around me, pulling me against him, his hands cupping my ass and pressing me to his hardness. My shorts were still around my knees and I writhed against him, feeling the length of him through my panties. 




Losing Control at the Lake Ch. 05



"Dana, I need you..." he whispered then, and it was like breaking the spell. It was my brother, and what the fuck was I doing...making out with my own brother? Kissing him, pressing up against his cock, my pussy dripping through my panties for my own brother? It was disgusting, I was a disgusting person, it was wrong...and I had never thought of Derek that way. Or hardly ever. But it was...I was...

I pulled away. "Derek, we can't..." I whispered. "Oh, God, we can't. This is wrong, Derek, you're my brother, this is...this is..." I slid off him and backed up to the edge of the bed, pulling a pillow with me, covering myself, suddenly feeling naked even though I was still clothed. 

The shock took over the room, and for a minute no one said anything.

Then he sighed, miserably. "I know it's wrong. I know it is." 

"You're just horny. And drunk." 

"No." He turned on the light then, really jolting me back to reality. My brother, inches away from me. My brother, who just two minutes ago I would have probably fucked like a greedy slut. My heart pounded and I felt sick, the shame overwhelming me. He looked right into my eyes and said, as earnestly as I had ever hear him say anything, his face bright red. "I'm not just horny. And I'm not drunk. I love you and I need you. I don't want to be with any girl but you." 

"We can't..." I whispered. 

"I know," he whispered back. "But just for that minute, when you let me touch you...that was amazing." 

I didn't know what to say.

"Did it...feel good?" he asked shyly. "I mean, if I wasn't your brother and some other guy touched you like that...?"

"It felt incredible," I answered truthfully. "It's not that it didn't feel good, Derek. But it's just so wrong...we just can't..." The enormity of it was hitting me in waves, and I started to cry. "Derek, we're disgusting...we can't do that...we're brother and sister..." 

"I know, I know, shhhh, we won't ever again. It's okay." He held me like a brother should now, clumsily and awkwardly. 

"Derek, we can never talk about this again. We have to pretend this never happened. Swear to me, Derek, swear to me that this ends right here and we never discuss it again," I sobbed. 

"I promise, I promise, shhh..." He stroked my hair while I wept against him. 

*****

The night of Jimmy Danforth's party should never have been invoked again. It was like an evil poison, the knowledge of what I had done -- or almost done, or wanted to have done - swirled around in my body and brain just as if I had actually done it. It burned in my veins and sat heavy in my stomach and made me sweaty and nauseous and weak. 

But it also gave me leverage and a way to buy Derek's silence. I figured seducing Derek would not be hard and I could go along with whatever I needed to sexually in order to buy freedom -- mine and Jayme's -- forever. 

If I was being honest, I had enjoyed Derek touching me. I had buried that, deep, deep down, but if I allowed myself to be completely honest, I had wanted it. I had wanted to fuck my brother. And although it was nothing like earth-shattering feelings when Jayme touched me, it had felt good to have Derek's hands sliding over my body. If I was really being honest, there had been many nights -- before Jayme -- when I had laid in my bed and made myself cum to the memory of that sensation...of Derek's fingers sliding to my pussy, so utterly forbidden and arousing all at the same time. 

There had a time about a month or so afterwards when I had vividly imagined the completion, the utter sin of fucking my twin brother. Imagined me not stopping him, but unzipping his khakis, sliding my hand inside, grabbing his dick. Stroking that delicious erection, sliding it between my thighs, not even bothering to remove my panties in the urgency, just pushing them impatiently aside and impaling myself on my brother's cock, and I had cum so hard I'd been left gasping in my bed, chest heaving, cunt clenching, choking back tears from the shame and the overwhelming power of the fantasy. It was the greatest orgasm I'd ever had when masturbating. This wasn't the love I had for Jayme. This was a darker lust, a dirty thing, a path I couldn't go down. I had shut my mind off to it, chalked it up to intense horniness, and closed that door. But now it was perhaps my salvation. And I struggled with what that meant for me, how my head would handle this. 

Jayme had made plans to go out with one of his buddies who was in the area for just one night, and my parents were planning to go out with their friends again for the last dinner date of the season. So that meant Derek and I were going to be alone. He seemed happy enough to spend some quality time with me, and I figured this was my golden opportunity. 

We ordered a pizza that night and argued for a bit over which movie to watch. I pretended to put up a good fight over watching a dumb action film that I was happy to let Derek select, since no one was watching anything. I dressed as I always did for lounging around the house, but I had showered and shaved and groomed myself. Under the old t-shirt and athletic shorts I wore some of my prettiest panties and a beautiful white lace bra that I knew would look great against my tan skin. The trap was set. 

Derek was sitting on the couch and I flopped face down on the floor in front of him, affording him a great view of my ass and bare legs. He pretended not to notice, but I could feel his eyes on me, watching me, following my every move. But I also knew that he would never go against what he thought were my wishes. I had closed the door on him once - painfully, firmly, and without apology. To open it again would be difficult, and although I loved Jayme deeply, I loved Derek, too. I didn't want to hurt him, not for all the world. 

Watching the movie, or pretending to watch it, I grew more and more anxious. I had trouble breathing, thinking of purposely seducing my brother for the purpose of continuing my incestuous relationship with my uncle. I was exhilarated and terrified. I kept stealing glances back at him, getting flustered and turning back to the TV. Finally, after about the thousandth glance, he sighed, "Dana, what?"

"Nothing," I murmured sadly, burying my face in my arms. 

He paused the DVD player and sat, waiting. "I know what you're doing," he said finally.

"What do you mean?" I tried to play dumb.

"Dana, come on. You're my sister. I know you. You're being weird, and I know why." 

"Derek, I just..." I didn't know what to say. Did he really know? I sat up and looked at him. He looked tired and sad and...like he knew. 

I climbed onto the couch next to him and he stretched out his arm and cuddled me into the crook, squeezing me against him.

"I'm not telling anyone," he said finally. "I was never going to tell Mom and Dad."

"You weren't?" 

He laughed. "Ok, that's so awkward! I'm going to sit Mom and Dad down and tell them I stumbled across you and Uncle Jayme having sex? I never want to discuss sex with Mom and Dad ever, let alone mention you."

I was so relieved. "I was so sure you were going to tell them."

"Obviously," he replied drily. "Which is why you were going to try to have a big heart-to-heart with me to talk me out of it."

"What?" He didn't know. I had given him too much credit. I looked up at him, searching his face to see if he was serious, but he was. I was even more ashamed. 

"You're right," I whispered. "That's exactly what I was going to do." And I snuggled back into the crook of his arm, relieved and strangely sad, all at the same time.



Losing Control at the Lake Ch. 06



Derek had vowed not to tell Mom and Dad, and Jayme and I had less than two weeks to keep up appearances until we were in South Carolina together. But it was tough. With summer coming to a close and many of their friends leaving for the season, my parents were spending way too much time at home, and they kept wanting the five of us to play board games and card games and have family movie nights. All of which made for hilarious moments when Jayme and I couldn't even look at each other for some innocent thing my mother had said that had a sexual meaning for us or my dad saying, "Keep on top of your partner over there, Jayme," when I miscounted the cards one night. We had taken to setting the alarms on our phones so as not to be heard and slipping out in the mornings before anyone was up to make love in various places. We made a game of choosing the properties of my parents' friends who had left town already; the Carters' picnic table, the Hoffmans' back deck, the potting shed at Mrs. Cranston's little weekend cottage. We joked that we wanted to fuck at every home in the neighborhood before the summer was over, and we were determined to do it. Of course, some mornings we got lucky and the family left to go to the grocery store or into town for some other reason and we were blissfully alone. 

I was showering one morning when the bathroom door opened. I had my radio on and was rinsing shampoo out of my eyes when I hear the telltale click and felt the cool air, instantly raising goosebumps and hardening my nipples. 

"Derek, use Mom and Dad's bathroom!" I yelled, assuming it was my brother. And then I felt the curtain open and two very familiar hands slid around me to cup my slippery breasts. 

"Mmm, it's not Derek," I murmured, leaning back to allow him better access. 

He kissed my ear and whispered, "Nope, definitely not Derek," his stiffening cock pressing against me. I giggled when he reached a ticklish spot on my ribs, his hands roaming all over my torso, then sliding back up to tease my erect nipples. 

"Where are they?" I asked, and he told me they'd all gone out to breakfast. 

"We're very, very alone," he breathed in my ear, "and I need you." 

"Wait, wait, before you get too carried away, let me get this last bit of soap out of my hair..." I turned my back to the spray and rinsed the last bit of shampoo away, facing Jayme and sliding my hands across his wiry body. I never got tired of touching him, his broad shoulders, slightly muscled and with traces of sunburn; his smooth, tan chest; his small nipples, the areolas uncharacteristically dark for someone of his coloring. His flat stomach, the slight trail of dark golden hair leading to my prize: his beautiful cock suspended above lean thighs. He made a little noise of delight deep in his throat as I admired every part of him, his erection gaining girth as he locked his hands behind his head and let me play. 

"I think you need to keep your hands right there," I said in a suggestive tone after realizing my opportunity. "Keep them right there, and don't move them no matter what I do. You know what? Keep your eyes closed, too" 

"Oh yeah?" His eyes were gleaming; he knew I was up to something delightfully naughty. 

"Uh-huh..." I adjusted the spray so it was behind us rather than on us, and reached for my shower gel, squeezing a generous dollop of it on my hand. "Remember," I whispered, my lips against his, my tongue flicking across his top lip, then drawing it into my mouth, "no moving those hands. And no opening those eyes. You're not allowed to look today." 

"Or?" Always had to press the boundaries. But he was excited, his mouth hot on mine. 

"Or," I slid my slippery hand around his cock and squeezed, then slowly started stroking him, "I stop." 

I had his full cooperation. 

He sucked in his breath and closed his eyes, leaning his head back and sighing as I stroked him very slowly and deliberately for a moment, my thumb slipping across the head every now and then as I fondled his shaft. He was gloriously aroused, his cock rigid, his nipples tight, his entire body straining toward me as I pumped him. His hands still locked obediently behind his head. 

"I love having you like this," I murmured wickedly. I nipped his neck and he swore under his breath and grinned. "You're always in charge. I think I like being in charge for a change." I nibbled across his shoulder, my hand never stopping its purposeful movements, to the muscle at his underarm which I knew was an extremely sensitive area for him. 

"Mmmm...Babe, if this is what you being in charge is like, you can be in charge every day," he said, half laughing and half panting as I ran my tongue lightly across the tender flesh of his underarm and across his chest. He shivered and broke out in goosebumps, but his cock grew even harder and twitched in my hand. I found his nipple, first teasing it lightly with my tongue, then sinking my teeth into it until he cried out and finally latching onto it and sucking it gently, all while my slick hand stroked back and forth, back and forth, squeezing and twisting slightly, really working him. 

"I'm going to be in charge of making you cum this morning," I teased. "If you want that." 

"Fuck. Yes. I want that." He was shuddering and trying to control his breath, trying valiantly to keep his hands behind his head as I moved to pay some attention to his other nipple, my free hand now caressing his balls and sliding into the crevice behind them to press against the tight pucker of his anus. With the other hand I increased the speed of my strokes. "Oh, fuck..." he groaned. "Oh, my god, that feels incredible. Keep doing that...keep doing that..." He was close to cumming, his breath irregular now, moaning freely as I continued to stroke, my fingertip just providing pressure, not penetrating him. 

"You like what I'm doing with your cock?" I purred.

"Yes. Yes." More moans, and he strained toward me, his balls tightening, so close. I slowed my strokes, lessened the pressure. Took my fingers out of the crack of his ass. 

"You want to cum?" I whispered softly.

"Mmm. Fuck. Yes, I want to cum. Yes, Babe, please, make me cum..." He was really struggling, really straining, trying to fuck my hand now, but I kept my pace and wouldn't let him. I pressed in close to him, just my hand between us, holding his cock firmly, my breasts pressed against his chest. And then I whispered against his mouth, "I'm going to let you open your eyes and move your hands now, because I want you to cover me with your cum."

He kissed me first, not gently. That told me everything I needed to know about how long I was going to have to wait to be coated. 

And then he opened his eyes, took his cock in his hand, and after pumping it just a few times groaned, "I'm cumming..." and shot a creamy rope on my stomach, another on my hip, and yet another on my pubic mound, some sticking to me and the rest dripping down my body and onto the tiles. He smiled at me then, a half-naughty, half-grateful smile, and he pulled me close, our torsos squelching together as he held me to him tightly by my buttocks, cupping them and squeezing them as he kissed me slow and deep and lovingly. 

"God damn, you are amazing," he said when we came up for breath. "Where do you come up with this stuff?"

I giggled. "My mind is naturally dirty. Also, I read a lot of Cosmo." 

"I'm buying you a lifetime subscription to Cosmo, then. Damn!" He grinned at me and then ground his pelvis against mine. He was already stirring again. 

I drew him under the water and we rinsed. Jayme soaped me up again and washed his semen off of me and off of his own body. And then we climbed out of the shower, and Jayme grabbed my towel and dried me off, starting with my hair, then gently wiping the water off my face and neck. He used the towel to dry every inch of me, taking his time, kissing each part of me after it was dry. My ears, my neck, my elbow, my hip, the inside of my thigh, the back of my calf, the sole of my foot. Behind my knee and on the small of my back. The shower had satisfied him, at least in part, but I was delirious with need. And he was thorough in rubbing every inch of me dry and then following the towel with his soft lips, marking each spot. I sighed and cooed as he tended to me, the wetness between my thighs almost a distraction. 

Finally he stopped. "All dry?" he asked, hanging the towel on the hook. "We can't have you too dry, though," he added, and my pulse quickened. He kissed me and then led me next door to my room. 

Once inside, he locked the door and pressed me against it, cupping my face in his hands as he kissed me hungrily, his tongue probing my mouth. His cock was hard again, and I rubbed against it as he kissed me, trying to reach for it. He laughed and grabbed my wrists, keeping me from touching now, pinning my hands above me, against the door, as he continued to devour my mouth. 

After what seemed like an hour of kissing he released me to pull me to the bed and I stumbled there in a delirium, my head foggy and my body aching all over because the need for him was so great. And now it was Jayme who decided how he wanted me, and this time it was on my stomach. I lay beneath him as he brushed his stubbly face across my back, back and forth, lighting up every nerve ending I had, making me gasp and arch off the bed, the pleasure of that sensation so intense. He rubbed his face across, my entire back, across my buttocks, spending extra time at the sensitive crease, then ran his face down each leg, one at a time, and across the soles of my feet. I was murmuring incoherent little nothings, cooing and sighing as he made my whole body come alive with the scratchy texture of his face. He pulled my ass up in the air and began kissing it, now rubbing his lips across it instead of his beard. And then he cupped my cheeks and spread them apart and darted his wet tongue against my puckered star, making me cry out his name. He did it again and then blew lightly on it, the cool air making my pussy contract and my juices start flowing in earnest with the sensation. 

Then he buried his tongue between my ass cheeks and began really eating me, his hot tongue probing and licking and sucking at my hole, focusing all his energy on that sensitive spot. 

"Oh, Jayme," I whimpered, "That feels so good...oh...Baby...yes!" I had never had anyone touch me there, only him, and he had steered clear of the area for the most part. I was glad I had touched him in the shower; it seemed to convey my own desires. And the sensation of his mouth, the naughtiness of it, my delirious need made me desperate to cum. I was pushing back against his face as he feasted on my ass, murmuring, "Yes, yes, yes, yes..." as he plundered me with his tongue. 

He slid a finger into my wet cunt then, which made me quiver. I moaned and wriggled and tried to contract around it to get some relief, because Jayme was taking his time and my pussy was needy. He chuckled and inserted a second finger, his tongue now massaging my asshole, really burrowing into it, just as his fingers slid home. 

My arms were trembling too much to support me, so I lay on the bed with my face pressed against the bed and my arms stretched in front of me. My ass in the air, like a cat. Jayme was devouring me, his fingers all the ways inside me, my orgasm building and building. I stopped thinking altogether and colors just bloomed behind my eyelids as I hit little peaks, like climbing stairs, again and again. 

"Jayme," I moaned, "Oh...yes...Jayme...oh, there, there..." He hit some glorious spot inside me and I saw stars, cumming so hard I was dizzy, his fingers still hooked in me, holding me steady as I collapsed, my legs shaking. I closed my eyes and lay against the cool sheets, unable to move, and Jayme climbed onto the bed and spooned behind me.

"Good, Baby?" he whispered in my ear. 

"Mm.." I couldn't form a coherent thought, so I just murmured and wrapped his arm around me, kissing the back of his hand and sighing with satisfaction. 

We tried to rest, but it lasted all of about ten minutes before he was slipping into me from behind, his cock gliding into my moist clutch with ease, and he rocked me slowly, whispering all those beautiful, private things people say to one another when they're madly in love. It was heaven, absolute heaven. 

But I was so wet that he kept slipping out, so he rolled onto his back and I climbed on top of him, straddling him and arching back so that my pelvis ground into his as he thrust into me. It took him no time whatsoever to explode inside me, spraying the inside of me with his cum. I had been working toward a second, delicious climax and wriggled against him in frustration as he shrank inside me.

"Oh, I was so close..." I pouted. 

"Sorry, I couldn't help it," he panted. "I'll make it up to you." He pulled me close again and held me, stroking my face and planting little nibbling kisses on my neck. We lay there and I calmed down a bit. My cunt was still throbbing, but I was enjoying the feeling of his arms around me, his hard body pressed against me, and I didn't ask or beg. 

And then we heard the car, and he made the mad dash to his bedroom, and I never did get my second orgasm that morning. 

The next day found us at the Hickmans' house. Josh and his mother had headed to Mexico earlier in the week, or so we'd heard (I hadn't spoken to Josh since ending things a few weeks prior, but Derek told me). I thought we were going to have sex in the pool or somewhere else on the grounds like we had at the other homes, but Jayme surprised me by leading me to the garage and typing the alarm access code in to open the door. 

I balked. "We're going in?"

Jayme grinned. "Looks that way, huh?"

"But -- " It made me nervous to be in there, in their home when they didn't know we were there. 

Jayme kissed me softly and pulled me through the open door. 

Being inside Josh Hickman's house brought up fresh shame. He had been sweet to me and I had really liked him. He'd been incredible in bed. He was everything a girl dreamed of, even me, but instead of playing that out I was fucking my own uncle like a depraved slut, giving myself willingly to a man I should never have lusted after. 

And I had to know, on some level, that Jayme knew that, although he was casual as we strolled through the house. 

"Let's go upstairs," he suggested. He made his way through the house like he'd been there a million times, which perhaps he had. I recalled bitterly Mrs. Hickman's tanned body, his hand on her breast, that guilty lust I'd felt rip through my body, wanting to trade places with her. I wondered if it was the first time he'd slept with her -- I always assumed it was, but I didn't really know. And it was on the tip of my tongue to ask him when I realized we were at the door of the bathroom in which Josh Hickman had seduced me. 

But I had no idea why Jayme would bring me to this bathroom.

I stood in the doorway and Jayme slid behind me, one hand stroking my hair while the other grabbed my hip possessively. "Look familiar?" he whispered darkly in my ear. 

I didn't know what game he was playing with me, but his voice told me I was about to find out. He was already hard; I could feel him pressed against me, and knowing that he wanted me so much made me a little breathless. Still, I was a jumble of emotions standing there in that doorway. 

"Josh told me all about your little sex romp," he explained in that same, low voice. "I asked him, and he told me in...great detail about fucking you." He was nibbling on my neck, right in that special spot. "In fact, he told me everything." 

I felt a lightning bolt of excitement rip through me. Anger, that Josh would share our intimate details, especially with Jayme. Shame, that Jayme knew what I'd done, even though he'd known that Josh and I had slept together. 

"I never wanted you to fuck Josh, but it made me so hot thinking about it," he admitted. "I couldn't stop thinking about you with him. So I asked him."

"You just..." that freaked me out. "Hey, Josh, what was it like to fuck my niece?"

He laughed. "I fucked his mother while he was home. We hardly have secrets in that way." 

I was a little nauseated at the thought of Jayme and Josh swapping those secrets with one another, but I couldn't help my curiosity. "What did he say?" 

"So I asked him to describe for me what he did. He told me the broad strokes: seducing you in the tub, then taking you to his bedroom." 

"And what details?" 

"Ha." Here he broke into a grin. "He told me you didn't fuck like a girl who'd only had one virginal boyfriend. He told me you climbed all over him, that you were hot, that you fucked like you meant it. He used those words." 

"So now you tell me," he whispered, "Because it turns me on to hear about another guy fucking you." 

"No, Jayme!" I protested. "No, that's...and you don't want to hear about this. Don't you remember what it was like after that night? How sad and horrible it was?"

"I haven't forgotten, no," he said. "But what you don't know is how often I've jerked off thinking about you and him together. The thought of seeing you with another guy is...it's..." He stopped and sighed. "I know it might seem a bit weird. But it's fucking hot as hell." Here he paused to squeeze me against him and run his hands over me. "And today I'm going to fuck you in Josh's bed as a little thank-you for warming things up for me. He can come home to our cum all over his sheets." 

I honestly didn't know if I liked this idea. It was a bit extreme. It sounded pretty twisted. "Jayme..." I protested. 

"Don't you want my cock inside you?" he whispered in my ear.

"Yes..." I leaned back against him, letting his voice wash over me as his hands began working off my clothes. 

"Tell me how much."

"I want -- oh, fuck..." he was touching my nipples and sucking on that spot on my neck simultaneously, and I felt myself flooding, lubricating for him just that fast. "I want your cock inside me so badly...mmm..." I sighed and closed my eyes so I could better enjoy the sensations building in me. 

He laughed, that low, wicked laugh that meant I wasn't getting off so easily. "Best you can do?" he asked, tweaking my nipple hard enough to make me gasp.

"No, not my best...not my best..." I struggled to articulate my desire. "I can feel you, already, in my pussy...it feels so good...your big cock..."

"You like my cock better than Josh's cock?" 

"Yes...oh, yes...your cock is so beautiful..." I was putty in his hands, my tank top pushed down to my waist, my bra unhooked and falling open from the front clasp, so the straps and fabric were bunched up all around me but my breasts were completely exposed. He was fondling me and my legs were getting weaker, my pussy hot and greedy for him inside my damp panties. 

"Now you know," he teased, "I happen to have seen Josh's cock a good many times. So I know it's a monster." He ran his fingertips across my lips and I shivered. "Tell me what it was like to have that big cock inside of you." 

"I -- " I honestly had no idea what to say. "Jayme, I don't --"

"Tell me how big it is," he demanded, his fingers in my hair now, just the slightest bit of pressure as he pulled my head back. "Pretend you're describing that cock of his to a girlfriend."

"Um..." I thought about it. "It's...massive. It's the biggest cock I've ever seen. It's long and thick and perfectly formed." I was really uncomfortable doing this, saying these things. 

"Tell me what you thought when you first saw it. And don't lie to me; I'll know you're lying," he growled. 

"I thought-" I was blushing now, full shame washing over me. "I thought how good it would feel to have it in my mouth." 

"Because you love having cock in your mouth, don't you?"




Losing Control at the Lake Ch. 06



"Just your cock! No, Baby, just your cock!" 

He pinched my nipple again, really twisting it this time, enough to create sharp pain, and I whimpered.

"Admit it," he whispered. "Admit what a slut you are. Admit that you love having cock in your mouth." 

"I do, I do, " I moaned, "I love having cock in my mouth."

He moaned and breathed against my ear, "Baby, this makes me so hot...will you do this for me? Will you play along? Be my slut? I love this so much, and I want to do this with you." 

I was relieved. It was a game, a game he was playing and I could deal with a game. It was safe. I could play along. I could be his slut. 

His voice changed again as he tugged at my shorts. "Take these off," he demanded sharply. 

I stepped away from him and started undoing the shorts, my back to him. I unfastened them, then pulled the zipper down, and started shimmying them off my hips. I could hear his zipper behind me and I knew he was touching himself and watching me, and arousal started building inside me. 

I stood and waited for further instruction. 

"Look at that ass," he breathed. "Josh had his hands all over that sweet ass, didn't he?" 

"Yes," I said. "He rubbed it and touched it before he fucked me." 

"Show me. Strip those panties off and show me how he touched you." 

I hooked my fingers inside the sides of my panties and slid them down, bending slightly as I removed them so he could have a great view of my buttocks. 

"Mmm, look at those sexy tan lines," he murmured, watching me as I slid my hands across my ass cheeks, rubbing them and cupping them in my palms. 

After watching me for what seemed like forever, he ordered me to turn around. I had my top and bra bunched up around my waist and was bare from the waist down. I watched him greedily take in the sight of my pussy, which he never seemed tired of looking at no matter how many times he saw it. 

"Go sit on the edge of that tub and spread your legs for me." 

My heart was pounding, but I did it. I sat on the edge of the tub, shivering as my cheeks made contact with the cold, smooth surface. I spread my legs as wide as I could and shivered as the cool air made contact with my hot cunt. 

"Did you spread your legs like this for Josh?" 

I hadn't, but I knew the right answer. "Yes. I did. I spread them wide and let him look at my pussy." 

He chuckled. "You little slut. And then what happened?" 

"He took me to his bedroom and fucked me." 

"Did he? Well, maybe we should go there, then. Lead the way, since you're so fucking familiar with Josh's bedroom." 

I had goosebumps, but my shivering wasn't just from the air conditioning. I had a momentary flashback of laying beneath Josh Hickman, pulling him deeper inside of me as he wallowed endlessly in my pussy, fucking me fast and slow and everything in between. His magnificent, muscular body. That massive, talented cock. 

"Thinking about getting fucked by Josh?" He was walking behind me, had seen me shudder.

He knew me too well. "Yes," I admitted, and he chuckled. 

And then we were in the room. The bed was neatly made, the bedspread crisp and smooth as glass. 

"Climb on that bed," he ordered, pulling an armchair from the corner and dragging it so it sat directly in front of the bed, at the foot. I obeyed, sitting with my knees bent and arms wrapped around them. 

"Open the second drawer and take what's in it out," he said. 

I reached for the second drawer and pulled it open. Inside was a massive vibrator, bright pink and with lifelike penis detail, small bumps on the base of the shaft. I was shocked, only because I had never actually seen a vibrator other than my mom's, and hers was...not like this. It was just a small massager, maybe five inches long, that buzzed when you turned it on. This was an intimidating device. It was easily bigger than Jayme. 

"Like it?" he asked, eyes gleaming. "Think it's as big as Josh's?" 

I nodded mutely, holding it at arms' length and eyeing it carefully. 

"Get the lube." 

I reached in again and found a tube of lubricant and pulled it out.

"I don't think you'll need it," he said conversationally, "since I know that hot cunt of yours is dripping, but maybe later. Drop it on the bed."

My stomach clenched. His orders made me strangely tingly. 

"Let's see how wet you are now. Spread." 

I leaned back on my elbows and spread my legs wide, letting them fall to either side to expose my glistening slit. I knew Jayme could see the moisture I could feel trickling from me, sliding down between my ass cheeks. 

He stared at me as he removed his clothing, watching my exposed labia and clitoris like a predator, not even glancing at my face. He sat in the chair and leaned back, his cock in his hand. "You are a needy slut, aren't you? Look how wet that pussy is. Now. Let's get back to Josh, shall we? Let's get back to you and Josh, more specifically. When you were here with him, on this very bed, naked, was your cunt this wet?" 

I shook my head. "No? It wasn't? Are you sure?" 

"No, I -- only for you. I only get this wet for you"

He laughed. "Lying slut. You get this wet for everyone. Admit it. You have a greedy pussy." 

"I have...a greedy pussy." It was hard to say, but I pushed it out. And felt freer after I'd said it, a pleasant buzzing in my head. He smiled, pleased, and began stroking himself slowly. 

"Now show me how Josh fucked that greedy pussy. I'm going to sit right here and watch you fuck yourself the way Josh fucked you with his big cock. Don't leave any part out. I want to see every second of your fuck. And I want to hear you, every sound, every sigh, you crying out his name, everything." 

"I can't-" Crying out his name?

"Do it." He was stroking and just watching him handle his cock made me even more horny. I grasped the vibrator and slid the tip of it into my pussy.

"Oh, so he put in just the tip at first? And did you want it in deeper?"

I nodded. 

"Of course you did. Go ahead, then, beg him." 

I looked at him questioningly, but he wasn't showing me any mercy. 

"Josh," I moaned, "Slide your big cock all the way inside me..." I impaled myself with the toy, pushing it inside me and sighing as I received it, just as I would have with Josh's cock. I closed my eyes and leaned back, tossing my head to the side, enjoying the feeling of being filled, even if it was neither Josh nor Jayme but this garish pink appliance, and slowly pumped it in and out of me, my hips rising to meet every stroke.

"That's it, that's it...God, you're so fucking beautiful," Jayme breathed. "What a gorgeous slut you are, getting fucked like that, and you're loving it, aren't you?" I could hear him really getting into it now, hear the sounds of him masturbating as he watched me fuck myself. 

And I had to admit that I was more turned on than I thought I'd be. I writhed and varied the strokes just as Josh had fucked me, sometimes shallow and quick and sometimes deep and slow, and I was just gushing around it, undulating my hips, moaning and whimpering and crying, "Yes, yes, fuck me like that, fill me with your cock, I need it!" Jayme had stopped stroking in an effort, I presumed, not to cum too quickly. And I was now approaching my own orgasm, wanting desperately to get the release I'd been needing since the day before. 

"Open your eyes," Jayme ordered. "And turn that thing on low. Rub it over your clit, and pretend it's Josh licking your pussy." 

Never mind that he hadn't; I was too lost in the moment to worry about the details and needed it desperately. I pulled the toy from my steaming cunt and found the speed setting, adjusting it to the lowest buzz and sliding it over my wet lips to my clitoris. I gasped when it touched me, my clit so sensitive even though I hadn't touched it yet. I teased myself with it, gasping Josh's name, and then began rubbing against it, the vibrations going all the way through me as I slid it around my slippery nub, aching for release. 

Jayme had climbed up on the bed with me and was kneeling in front of me now, stroking his cock again, watching me work for my pleasure. But when I got close, he grabbed my wrist and pulled my hand away from my pussy and said, "Don't cum yet."

I gasped in frustration and tried to wrench free from his grasp. "Baby," I moaned, "I need to...please...it feels too good..." 

"No," he said firmly. "You lay right there and cool down a bit and I'll tell you when you can do it again." 

I moaned but obeyed, not cooling down a bit as I watched Jayme jerk himself off just inches away from me, handling his beautiful cock that I longed to touch myself, or take into my mouth, or beg him to bury deep inside of me. 

"Put it back," he gasped after a few seconds, and I knew he was getting close himself. I turned the vibrator back on and ran the buzzing, cock-like tip over my clitoris and then held it there, pushing it hard against myself, so that the shocks were almost painful, and I felt my body preparing for my orgasm, the tensing, the shaking, the sweet burn of it spreading through me. And then I squeezed my eyes together tightly and arched my back and cried out as I came, "Oh, yes, Josh, Josh!" and felt Jayme's hot cum splatter across me before I even realized he was groaning, "Oh, fuck, here it comes, take it, Baby..." Rope after rope hit my chin, my legs, my tits -- he was shooting it everywhere, covering me with it. 

"Fuck," I heard him whisper, almost to himself. "Holy fuck." He was struggling to catch his breath. I opened my eyes. 

I was coated in splotches of semen from my neck to my knees. I had never seen so much cum in my life. I looked up at him in amazement and he shrugged and grinned. 

"Not done with you, though," he said. "But first you need to grab those pillows and wipe yourself off. Let's leave a little something for Josh so he knows how much we appreciate his contribution." 

I giggled a nervous, slightly horrified giggle, but I did it. It took all six pillows and Jayme watched me as I rubbed myself clean. 

"Now," he said, "Where were we?" He reached for me and tipped my chin up. "Oh yeah, now I remember. You were about to cum for me again."

"Baby, I can't!" I protested. "Oh my God, that was too intense!"

"You can," he replied firmly, "and you will." This time he took the wand himself and pushed it up inside of me, my walls clenching around it in slight protest but then accepting it. He turned the low speed on and just left it inside me, watching my face. 

At first I felt nothing but the aftershocks of the last encounter, but before too long the buzzing had reignited me, the vibrations making my pussy squeeze around the toy, milking it. I moaned and tried to wriggle against it, with it, but Jayme held me firmly in place and I stopped struggling and just lay there quivering. I could hear myself as if from far away, moaning, "Oh, oh, oh, Baby, yes, oh God...oh God, that feels so good..." My nipples were erect and without even thinking about it my hands went to them, pinching and pulling them while the vibrator electrified my cunt. Every pinch shot through me and worked with the vibrations to make me cry out, and I wasn't even self-conscious anymore about it, I just wanted to cum. I was vaguely aware of Jayme urging me but it has hazy at best and all I could focus on was the sound of my own breath and the delicious climax building inside me. 

It hit me so hard I arched clear off the bed, flinging the vibrator aside and grasping the bedspread with both hands, gasping and half-sobbing as my orgasm stretched out and arced and then finally brought me back, a helpless puddle, a wrung-out rag. I rolled on my side, chest heaving, sensitive on every inch of my body. And then Jayme drew the spread back and tucked me inside the sheets, crawling in with me and wrapping his arms tightly around me. 

"I love you so much," he whispered. "My God, I love you." 

I couldn't even speak, so I just squeezed and kissed his forearm, listening to him tell me how much he loved me and how much I turned him on and how much he appreciated me doing this with him, playing these games with him. 

"But I love you," I murmured. "Of course I would."

'It's not just about love, though," he insisted. "You and I have always been raw and dirty and that's because we're just raw and dirty. Not because we love each other. Because we match in that way. I didn't make you. I didn't force you. You may not have thought it would, but it turned you on, didn't it?" 

I nodded. "It did, and you're right. Some things are bothering me now, though." 

"What things? Did it bother you when I called you a slut?"

I giggled. "No. I am a slut." 

"The stuff about Josh?"

I nodded again. "Like, him telling you what he did and you using his vibrator on me. I mean, at the time..." I trailed off. "But now... It makes me feel kind of, I don't know. It just doesn't feel right." 

He rolled me over to face him and cupped my face in his hands. He looked me right in the eyes and kissed me softly. "Josh never said a word. It was just for effect."

My eyes widened as I tried to wrap my mind around what had just happened. "But-" 

"I brought the vibrator and lube. That stuff isn't Josh's. And we're not really leaving this bed covered in our cum, much as it would serve that little fucker right."

I groaned. "I believed every word of it, you bastard!" It was kind of genius, I had to admit it, and knowing it had all been part of the game was a relief. 

"And you came so fucking hard," he chuckled. 

"I came so. Fucking. Hard." I kissed him then, so hot for him, so in love with him, and not for the first time I wondered how on earth I ever thought it could be anything but this between the two of us. 



Losing Control at the Lake Ch. 07



With just a few days left, Jayme and I started getting careless. Derek already knew, and my parents were so clueless that it was tempting to just get caught and be done with it. Still, there was a sinking feeling in my stomach every time I thought of having that conversation with them. And Jayme and I were delirious with fever for one another. There was no cure. We just burned hotter and hotter for each other, a blaze with no break. No matter how many times a day I saw or touched him, it was never enough. 

 We had taken to crawling into each other's beds at night and locking the doors. Those two or three forbidden hours had to tide us over until the next few forbidden hours, later in the morning, when we found a neighbor's house to sneak off to, and then that hour or so had to tide us over once again. The whole day, every day, had become about marking time between making love. It was madness. 

 He would sneak into my room at 1AM, sliding into my bed, his hands in my clothes and his cock swollen to bursting. I'd wake up to his hands urgently exploring my body, pulling off my clothes, spreading me open. Once he was all the way inside me before I was fully awake , and I woke with his mouth on mine and halfway to orgasm. He, on the other hand, never slept soundly, so when I crept into his bed he was on me in an instant, his wiry body strumming with excitement, eager to be inside my mouth or cunt, breathing my name in a way that make me melt, every single time. 

 It was a mere four days until the end of our summer break when we found ourselves tangled up in my bed for what seemed like the millionth time that week. I slept in just a tank top and panties, and Jayme had come to me in just a pair of basketball shorts, hard as usual. He pulled the sheet aside and climbed in next to me, his mouth insistent on mine as he flicked at my nipples through the thin cotton. I moaned quietly into his mouth and he pinched one of them, not gently. He rolled it back and forth between his fingertips until I was writhing on the bed, my pussy dripping and soaking through my panties, but he kept tweaking my nipple until in frustration I grabbed his hand and shoved it between my legs, rocking against his fingers, trying to get myself off.  

 "My dirty girl," he whispered. 

 "Your dirty girl needs to cum," I whispered back. "Please, Baby, I need it!" 

 And just like that he was sliding down my body, his tongue tracing the outline of my navel before he buried his face between my thighs, breathing me in through the sheer panel that covered me, rubbing his face around in the wet fabric. He inhaled me as he washed his face with the soaked fabric, his nose bumping against my clit. It felt amazing and I could have cum that way if he hadn't stopped to slide the panties off my hips. He was maddeningly slow, teasing me because he knew it would be hard for me to resist him when I had to be quiet. I held my breath and gripped the sheets as he inched them down to my ankles and then slid them off, tucking one leg up over his shoulder as he kissed his way slowly back up the inside of the opposite thigh. I wriggled to let him know I wanted him to hurry, but all he did was take his sweet time nuzzling and licking. 

 He stopped at the crease of my thigh, inches from my needy cunt. His tongue traced wet circles across my flesh, first my thigh and then my labia, until he took mercy on me and began flicking it against my moist, delicate lips. Jayme was gentle but I wanted it hard. I struggled to grind myself against his face, but he held me at bay. I was aching for his probing fingers, wanted him to suck on my clit while he finger-fucked me as he usually did, which brought me off so fast. But Jayme wouldn't cooperate. 

 Finally he whispered, "You need to be preoccupied so I can spend some real time in this delicious pussy of yours." And he rolled me on top of him, backwards, so that I was stretched with my cunt in his face and my mouth near that glorious hard cock of his, which was tenting his basketball shorts delightfully. In seconds my hands had sprung him free and I was swallowing him deep, wasting no time at all. I tasted the salt of his pre-cum as I took him as far as I could, one hand around the base of his shaft while the other reached to cup and stroke his balls. He groaned against me and I shuddered at the sensation.

 He was still taking his time, swirling his tongue lightly across and around and between my labia, toying with my clit but never giving me the pressure I needed. I cried out in frustration and bore down on his shaft, hoping the greater pressure and suction would spur him on. 

 But he was right, it distracted me. I busied myself with his cock, devouring it without any delicacy. My hands were slippery with my own saliva and his leaking juices and I gripped him hard and jacked him steadily. He quivered under me and I could tell he was getting close, so I slid one slick finger down under his balls and tickled his ass, working the head of his cock in and out of my tightly pursed mouth. He finally started bucking and groaning and gave me what I wanted. 

 He pulled me down tight on his face, gripping my ass cheeks hard in his hands while he feasted on me. His nose rubbed against my asshole while his tongue sped its pace and finally he drew my clit between his lips and sucked it like a nipple. Now I was thrashing on top of him, desperate for my climax, moaning around his cock as he licked and sucked and feasted. I was shaking and whimpering but I was still working his cock, and suddenly he thrust wildly in my mouth, a strangled moan my only warning before he tensed and erupted in my mouth. 

 Jayme never stopped his assault on my clit, even when he was cumming, and as I drank him down my own orgasm hit me. I cried out with my mouth full of his spunk and clamped my thighs around his face, trapping him there. I felt him chuckling as he released my throbbing bud to plunge his tongue into my nectar, laving it from my still-spasming core. I was paralyzed with pleasure as he licked me clean. 

 We fell into a breathless heap and slept for too long. When I woke, the sun was coming up and Jayme was pulling on his shorts and tossing me a bathing suit. 

 "Are we going swimming?" I murmured groggily. 

 "We're late," he whispered, kissing me gently. "We need a cover for when your parents wake up." I nodded and we slipped out the door and down to the lake. 

 We were careful of where we went on the shoreline. Some of the stretch was visible from our kitchen window, and the last thing I needed was my mom or dad looking out at the view while they were brewing their morning coffee and seeing us in the middle of a forbidden fuck. 

 But even if we hadn't been doing anything, it was how we were together when we were alone that was the giveaway. We didn't stop touching. We frolicked and grabbed each other and tickled each other. Jayme gave me piggyback rides and I whispered dirty things in his ear until he tossed me into the frigid water and dove in after me. 

 This morning, though, we merely strolled along, hand in hand. 

 "Soon we can do this every day," I sighed happily, wrapping my arms around his lean frame and resting my head against his shoulder. 

 "We're really telling them?" He looked surprised but excited, really excited, like a little kid. 

 "I mean..." I frowned. "I try not to think about it. We will, we totally will, but I guess I'm not ready yet." 

 "Not ready to tell them or not ready to do it at all?" he flared. 

 "What the hell is that supposed to mean?" I snapped. 

 And just like that, we were shouting at each other so loud the entire neighborhood (had anyone still been there) could have heard us. He called me immature and said I was scared of my parents. I called him a fucking shithead and told him he was pressuring me. And then he told me to go fuck myself and I burst into tears and threw the nearest thing I could find – which happened to be an empty plastic water bottle – at his head. 

 "Really making the case for maturity, Skinny," he called over his shoulder as he stalked away from me. I sat right down in the sand and cried hot, angry tears. 

 Back at the house we were frosty. My dad remarked about my stony silence at lunch and I burst into tears. Derek made some crack about me being on my period and I slapped the back of his head and ran out of the room and up to my bedroom, almost taking the door off its hinges as I slammed it behind me. Jayme hadn't even looked at me and I was seething. I was so furious with him. 

 That night I locked my bedroom door. 

 I laid in bed for an hour, waiting for him to come and try the door so he could find it locked and I could have the satisfaction of hurting him a little. I had never refused him and knew it would twist the knife. 

 But as if he knew, when he came he scratched on the door without even checking the knob. I was unlocking the door and pulling him inside within seconds, tears spilling down my cheeks as I rained kisses all over his face and whispered that I was sorry and gripped him like I would never let him go. He peeled my tank top and panties off and drove me up against the wall, sliding eagerly inside my slick, hot tunnel, pinning me to the wall with his cock. And then we crashed into the bookshelf and fell back on the bed, and he slid my knees up around his ribs and churned himself inside me. It had been all day and I was so hungry for him that almost at once I felt my body start that deep buzzing tickling ache. He fucked me deep and slow and I was almost there, almost there, panting and clawing at his sweaty back and digging my heels into his sides when we heard my parents in the hallway. 

 "It sounded like it came from one of the kids' rooms," I heard my mother say in a worried tone. My dad rumbled something in return, and their footsteps came down the hall. 

 Jayme hadn't stopped moving inside me and just as I thought they would come through the door the colors bloomed in front of my eyes and I bit down on his shoulder to keep from crying out as my orgasm betrayed me in spite of my fear. I shook with spasms even as Jayme was losing his erection, whispering, "Oh, we're fucked..." Somewhere in the haze I heard Derek's voice and then my parents were in his room. 

 Jayme's heart was pounding out of his chest and I was still quivering beneath him in the wake of one of the most powerful orgasms I'd ever experienced. It was surreal. I heard Derek saying he'd heard something in the back of the house, maybe raccoons had been on the roof and were in the trash cans. He cautioned my parents not to wake me since I'd been so grumpy earlier and would likely drive everyone up a wall. And miraculously, my mom went back to bed and I heard my dad head down to get the flashlight and check out back. 

 "What the fuck," Jayme breathed. "I think my heart actually stopped for a minute. Did you actually just cum?"

 "Like I never came in my whole life," I confessed. "And I was sure we were caught." 

 He rolled off me and got up to check the door. Sure enough, he had never locked it. 

 We had come incredibly close to my parents finding out in the worst way. And the only reason we hadn't been caught was Derek. 

 We resolved to be more careful, but within hours we were in a neighbor's boathouse, hidden but noisy. My cries of ecstasy echoed off the walls as Jayme fucked me hard and fast, finally covering my mouth with his own and devouring my telltale sounds. Later my father remarked that he had heard cats fighting that morning and wondered if some of the summer people had left pets behind to form a feral colony. I couldn't look at Jayme at all, and even Derek snickered, knowing what my dad had really heard. Luckily, my naïve parents were none the wiser. 

 The next morning I woke at 8:30 and realized Jayme had never come to me. Confused and surprised, I got dressed and went downstairs to see Jayme and my mom crying and hugging each other. For a brief moment I thought he had told her, but the way my mom was crying I knew it had to be something different. My dad pulled me aside and told me that my grandmother had had a bad stroke and that my mom and Jayme were going to leave and fly out to her. They'd been trying to sort it out all morning, ever since they'd received the call at 5AM. My dad thought we should all go ahead and get packed up and going since he'd have to take them to the airport on the way home. So I went to my room and started throwing things in bags. 

 When he finally came, he was a mess. His eyes were so red he must've been crying for hours, and he was rambling and clearly in shock. 

 I hardly knew my grandmother, since she had struggled with alcoholism her whole life and had a contentious relationship with both my parents. My mom's relationship with her mother was a sore point in our home, and I know she wished it could be better. Now it looked like that might never happen. The stroke was severe and her prognosis was uncertain. Jayme seemed resigned to his mother's death and it shook him to the core. 

 He held me fast and buried his face in my neck and I crooned soothing things to him, telling him I loved him and I would be there for him. I kissed the tears from his eyes and he just went limp. It was scary to see my uncle and lover, who was usually so self-possessed and laid-back, lose himself so fully to grief. 

 And selfishly, very selfishly, I wondered how long I would have to be away from him. 

 The first few days were hell. We texted like crazy and talked often, but he was sad and distracted and often abrupt. I got more information from my mom than I got from Jayme about what was going on. After the week passed it was the start of the semester. I reluctantly packed for school and left without Jayme, who I thought would be going with me. 

 In the second week my grandmother passed away. I found out from Derek, who called me after my dad told him. We all flew to the funeral from our separate corners. Jayme looked even thinner. He'd cut his hair and shaved for the funeral and it just accentuated the sharp angles of his face. He was sad but selfishly I couldn't take my eyes off him in his black suit. He walked by me with his mother's casket on his shoulder and all I could think about was fucking him. It was depraved. 

 But I wasn't the only one who was depraved. He sent me a text message at 3:00AM that said "I need to fuck you" and when I groggily opened the door he pushed through it and pinned me to the bed, telling me that he was going to abuse my pussy until breakfast. He might have been a bit drunk, but I didn't care. I was gushing for him, my entire body humming because I was near him again. He held my wrists over my head with one hand and yanked my panties aside with the other, impaling me around the twisted, sopping fabric. And then he impatiently tore them off, flinging them aside and burrowing deeper into me. He shoved my tank top up over my tits and bit at them roughly, slapping them a little before taking each nipple into his mouth and suckling it. I was gasping and whimpering and trying to take his cock as deep as it would go, desperate for release. My hands clawed his back, grabbed at his ass, tried to pull him deeper. 

 "Fucking beautiful slut," he growled low in my ear. "Why does being inside you make everything better?" He panted as he drove into me over and over, bringing me closer to climax as his cock tapped every sensitive place inside me. I couldn't even respond with anything more than ecstatic mewling as I thrashed beneath him, never wanting it to end but desperately needing release. 

 And then I was cumming, crying out his name as he relentlessly fucked me through wave after wave of tortured bliss. He wasn't far behind, and with a strangled grunt he pulled out and shot his cum on me, emptying his balls with obvious relief. He knelt above me, smoothing my hair back while his sticky load cooled and dried on my skin. He held his softening cock out to me and wearily I licked it clean, tasting myself and him both. 

 We were twined together within moments, whispering to each other and temporarily sated. We slept a bit and then I woke a little after 5. It was still dark out, but I could see Jayme through the glow of the street lights outside, looking harder than he ever had but still there, still him, still the love of my life. He lay on his stomach, one arm flung across the bed, the taut slope of his back meeting the tight curve of his ass and continuing down the line of his lean thigh. Everything else seemed completely insignificant – college, my grandmother's death, my problems with Derek, even telling my parents. It was only Jayme that mattered. I thought of what he'd said earlier, how being inside me made everything better. And it was the same for me. When he was with me and in me the rest of the world melted away. And maybe that's how it was supposed to be. 

 He stirred and rolled to his side, and I whispered, "I love you" and tucked into him, my back pressed against his front. Half-conscious, he drew me closer, cupping my tits and breathing against my ear. I felt him thickening against my ass and my stomach did flip-flops. It was incredible how that still happened, even after so many times together. 

 This time he took me slowly, his cock slipping easily into my lubricious heat. He pulled my thigh back over his and lazily stroked me as he sunk into me. He barely moved, and I savored the feeling of him filling me up while his fingertips danced on my clit. He nibbled my shoulder, then sunk his teeth into the back of my neck and began to really rub me, even though he was still barely pumping me. 

 It didn't take much for me to get close. I was still making up for lost time, and he knew exactly how to touch me. But just as I was on the edge, he pulled his hand away. 

 "Fuck, Jayme, please!" I begged. 

 "That wasn't convincing," he whispered, stuffing my fingers into my mouth so I could suck them clean of my own juices while he picked up the pace of his hips. I gasped as he pulled his wet fingers out of my mouth and pinched my nipple, just firm pressure that buzzed straight to my cunt. He was really fucking me now, picking up speed. And then he groaned and rolled me onto all fours so he could plow into me in earnest. He twined one hand through my hair and yanked it back while his other hand paddled my ass. The stinging blows kicked my desire into overdrive, and I rocked back against him enthusiastically, feeling my pussy respond to the pain by flooding around his thrusts. And then his thumb was probing my asshole, massaging my puckered entrance even as his cock wallowed in my tight cunt. 

 I moaned softly and he chuckled. "You like that, my dirty little slut?' 

 "Yes," I breathed, my words overtaken by little moans as I got closer to my orgasm. His thumb's violation combined with the hair-pulling had me ready to cum. Jayme was murmuring a stream of curses under his breath, calling me every filthy name, telling me my cunt was his and my ass was his, too, and he was going to fuck that next. And I couldn't help it, I broke, spasming around his cock and his thumb and collapsing onto the bed as he pinned me there, his shaft still buried inside me, and fucked me furiously into the mattress. He came just a moment later, shooting a second substantial load inside me this time, and then flopping down next to me. 

 "I missed you, Skinny," he whispered in my ear. 

 "I missed you, Uncle Jayme," I whispered back, and he laughed. 

 "We have the most fucked-up family ever," he mused. 

 "Pretty much," I agreed, and nestled into him for another sticky nap.