"Thanks for taking the boys, Jo. I really need a night to myself. Taking care of toddlers is more exhausting than taking care of babies."
"Of course, Holden already has the toys set up. T-ball for Patrick and the little Tykes hoop for Bodhi. So, what are your plans for tonight?"
"I am going to hang out with a friend. We haven't seen each other in a while, at least not without the kids."
"Hmm. Do I know this friend?"
"Maybe," she said in a tone that said please don't dig anymore.
She looked at her. "Ok, I'll drop it, but just make good choices, whoever it may be."
"Yes, Mom."
"Speaking of which, have you talked to either of your parents?"
"I was hoping they would be around more to see their grandchildren, but after the divorce, they went their separate ways and now are more interested in their new significant others."
"I'll let Holden know. He hasn't heard from them either. He was wondering if you actually get graced with their presence more often than him."
"Nope. We have equally been abandoned by our parents." She kissed the boys goodbye. "Have fun with Uncle Holden and Auntie Jo-Jo."
"Jo-Jo! Patrick squealed and pointed his little finger at her. Wuv Jo-Jo!
"Aww. I love you too, little buddy."
"Hey!"
"I love you too,
Bodhizafa." He nodded his little head.
"See you later! Love you!"
I watched as she walked off hand in hand with my beautiful boys. I looked at my watch. "Shit! I have fifteen minutes!"
Perri put a glass of wine down, along with a beer, on the patio table, checked her watch, and took a seat at the table, watching the gate to the backyard like a puppy waiting for its owner. She heard his car door, and nerves erupted through her body. Take a deep breath, Perri. You have been thinking about this for months. It's time to pull Jacob out of the friend zone.
She saw him rounding the fence. Holy fuck looks so fucking hot. She felt her core immediately heat. He had his swim trucks on they were hanging low on his hips. She saw that beautiful little treasure trail of hair going down into the swim shorts. Why is he so fucking sexy all of a sudden.
"Hey Persephone, wow, you look... healthy." Healthy? She looks fucking sexy as hell, and you say healthy! Smooth Jake, real smooth.
Jake took a look around. "Where is everybody?"
"I'm afraid it's just you and me. We are all alone. No children, no adults, no adults who act like children."
"Why didn't anyone show? And where are the real children?" He sat across from her and took a drink of his beer.
"The real children are at Uncle Holden and Aunt Jo-Jo's house for the night."
She put her tiny foot between his legs and touched his cock with her toes. He choked on his drink.
"Are you okay? Do you need mouth-to-mouth or something? I'm CPR certified."
He coughed again. "No, I'm fine."
"Yes, you are," she muttered while drinking her wine. She drank down her glass of wine and poured another one. She needs some liquid courage.
He watched her fill her glass again and noticed she was shaking just a little. "Persephone? Why are we the only ones here?"
"Because I didn't invite anyone else." She gave him a sly smile. "What's wrong? You don't want to spend a little time with me?"
He didn't know what to say. What is her endgame? I mean, this isn't what I think it is... is it? No. I mean, maybe.
"Maybe I just want to get to know you. We've never really hung out, just us and talked before. Well, not since you delivered your Godson. I mean, I want to be alone with you."
He leaned forward in the chair and finished his beer. "Is that so?
"Yes. It is."
"Well, what do you want to know that you already don't?"
"I don't know." She leaned into him. "Is there something you would like to know about me first?"
She was so close he smelled he sweet wine on her breath. He sat back.
"What's wrong, Jake? Do I make you nervous, Jake?"
"Do you want another glass of wine? I want another beer. I am going to get another beer."
He left before she could say anything. He went into the house and let the AC cool him off. His dick was basically dancing the Macarena in his bathing suit. Holden would cut his dick off if he knew. He took a beer from the fridge and chugged it. He grabbed another one and went outside.
She was standing by the side of the pool, dipping her toes in. She had taken off her cover-up and was in a red string bikini that she could never have worn without having a full waxing done. He didn't know it was possible, but his cock was becoming even harder.
Fuck, look at that perfect ass. It was supple and begged to be squeezed. Her curves were amazing. After all she had gone through, she ended up the perfect specimen of the female form. And red, did she know my favorite color is red? Did she wear this specifically for me?
She knew he was behind her. "Jacob. Do you think I'm pretty?" She was running her finger around the lip of the glass.
He put his beer on the table and walked over to her. "I'm not sure I should answer that. It might get me into trouble."
She smiled. Her face was as red as her suit. She was happy she chose not to look at him during this conversation. "I think you're handsome. You grew into a very good-looking man." She finished her wine and was very buzzed. She was not used to drinking and had only done it maybe two or three times. She knew now why it was called liquid courage.
"Hey, Jacob." She put the glass on a small table next to her.
God, he loved it when she said his name. It dripped like honey from her lips. He wondered what it would sound like if she said it in ecstasy. I need to do something to halt this conversation.
"If I asked you to undress---"
Before she could continue her sentence, he picked her up, and she began to squeal. "Jacob Thorsell, put me down!"
"Nope." He tossed her in the water.
She popped back up. "You are an asshole," she laughed. "And you're going to get it now."
He dove in after her. When he surfaced, she hopped on his back, trying to force him under the water, but he just stood.
💖"Oh, I'm going to get it, huh? He reached behind his back and pulled her over his head. Her string got caught on his watch, and her top was completely off when she hit the water.
She came to the surface. "If you wanted my top off, all you had to do was ask."
He retrieved her top and swam back over to her. "Here. I'm sorry. I didn't do that on purpose."
"I don't know. I think deep down you wanted to." She took the top and threw it on the pool deck. "Tell me, Jacob, did you want to see them? Without a baby attached."
"Persephone, what are you doing?" He was trying to look anywhere but at her tits, just like that day in the hospital. He was wondering if a cock could actually explode.
"Having a little fun. You remember what fun is, don't you? Or has Tiffany taken that away from you? She seems to have you under her thumb. You never seem to be around anymore. I have heard Holden and Lewis talking about it. They aren't big fans of hers. I'm not even sure how you got paroled long enough to even be here without her."
I wanted to see you. I would have dug my way out of my house. "I don't have time or opportunity for fun lately. It's called being a grown-up. I have a real job now. A really good, real job. Not everyone has a trust fund."
She was treading water before him while he was standing there. She reached out, and he took her hands. She pulled herself into him. Her chest bumped against his, and he wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled herself into him, their faces inches away from each other.
"You have time and opportunity right now," she said, her voice low.
"Perri, this is crazy."
"Why don't you just leave her? I mean, aren't you tired of being controlled by her?"
"Don't talk about things you know nothing about." He knew she was right, but he didn't want to admit he felt trapped in an awful relationship. Unfortunately, he was living with her and couldn't afford to move out yet.
"I know you're lonely. I know you are craving intimacy. I know things. I know she's cheating on you, and so do you. She's playing you for a fool, Jacob."
She tipped her head to the side and put her lips so close that their lips brushed together when she spoke. They were looking in each other's eyes. She whispered, "Kiss me, Jacob.
She felt his hard cock pressed against her. "I can tell you want to."
Dear God, you have no idea. "That's an involuntary response. I don't think of you like that. You're my best friend's sister. I am not Bodhi." He felt his erection twitch wildly. He knew he shouldn't.
"I don't want you to be Bodhi." She reached down between her legs and took hold of him.
He closed his eyes and felt the sensation of being touched by her, which he had always wanted.
They could feel their breath on each other. The smell of beer and wine mixed together making his "involuntary" response harder.
He didn't know what to say, so he said nothing. He just stared into her eyes. Her beautiful, bright eyes.
"I think you should kiss me, Jake."
He whispered, "I can't. I know Holden wouldn't approve of it."
She put her forehead against his. "I dare you, Jacob. I need this. It's been so long." She squeezed him and held him against her, slowly moving her hips. The thin piece of fabric does nothing to hamper the feeling.
He knew exactly how she felt. "Oh fuck. We can't do this. You've been drinking Persephone, and I have Tiff... Tiffany."
"Who doesn't deserve you. Come on, I double-dog dare you," she whispered.
It felt so good. Tiffany hadn't touched him in months. She was too busy touching other guys. He had so much pent-up sexual energy. He would lie in bed, sleeping next to someone, but it felt like they were a million miles away.
She was always too tired, or she didn't feel good, or too drunk, which never used to be an issue, or she had already had sex that day. She never told me that part, but sometimes, when she came home, he could smell sex and another man on her. There was no doubt she was cheating. He hadn't confronted her. He couldn't afford the drama.
He didn't know how long he could go without physical contact. Without any emotion or love or tenderness.
"I think you should put your top back on," he whispered. He yearned for her touch, but he couldn't find it in Persephone; she was off-limits.
"I triple-dog dare you." She put his hand on her breast; they were so large and full. She licked his lips ever so slightly with the tip of her tongue.
I am in so much trouble. He couldn't take it anymore. He clamped his mouth onto hers. Their tongues wrestled. He squeezed her breast. God, it felt so good to him. Tiffany hadn't even let him touch her breasts in what felt like forever. He couldn't get to second base with his own girlfriend.
Their moans mixed. She loved the feeling of his hand on her breast.
She pulled away from him. "Touch me, Jacob, she said in a breathy tone. "Be a good boy. Touch me like you shouldn't."
"What?" he asked with shock in his voice.
"You heard me. I want you to---"
"No. I heard you. Kissing is one thing, but... God, I want to so badly, but--"
"Then, touch me."
He couldn't take it anymore. He yanked at her strings and untied the bottom of her suit. It sank to the bottom of the pool.
"Are you sure about this?" he said.
"Yes. I am more than sure. Do it, Jake. Please touch me."
His large hand grabbed her pussy. He was right; completely waxed. He rubbed at her clit. He slid the tip of his finger up and down her folds.
She moaned into his ear. "I want you to put your fingers inside me."
He continued moving his finger up and down her lips.
"Do it, Jacob," she ordered him. "I need it, please."
He had never heard her so aggressive, even though she was always so timid. It was so out of character for her, and it was really turning him on.
Someone wanted his touch so badly they were demanding that he touch them. He took his thick middle finger and slid it into her. He felt the heat and the softness of her walls. He swirled it around, searching for her spot. "
"You are so fucking wet."
"Wet for you, Jacob." She swallowed hard. She let out a loud moan. "Another one. Put it in another one," she was begging now.
He slid another in. He felt her clamp around his fingers. She was tight, just like he thought. He pumped his fingers in her and circled her clit with his thumb.
"Oh yes. God. Please don't stop. Fuck that feels so fucking good."
He slid another one in, stretching her out. She started to grind against the heel of his hand. "Good boy, Jacob. I want more."
When she said his name or called him a good boy. It was erotic. "I'm running out of fingers," he said.
She looked him in the eye. "Oh, yeah." She pulled up her knees, put her toes in his waistband, and pulled his suit down.
He stopped abruptly and pulled his fingers out. His eyes widened. "What are you doing?"
"I told you, Jacob, I want more."
She took him and rubbed the head of his cock up and down her lips like she was painting. His eyes rolled back in head. I could fuck her so much better than Bodhi ever could have. No. No, bad boy. Holden will kill you.
"Do you have any idea how easy it would be to stick your cock in me?" she said.
She was looking at his face. His expression. His eyes were closed. He was enjoying the feeling. He couldn't help himself. It was primal.
"Yes. I do."
"You need to stick your cock in me. I want to see how much you can bury inside me."
"That's crossing a line we can't come back from. Our friendship will never be the same."
"And sticking your fingers deep inside my pussy like a bowling ball, isn't it? Letting me use your cock as a paintbrush on my pussy isn't crossing the line?"
She pressed his cock hard against her hole. He actually felt her pussy start to give a little, and his tip was going inside of her.
Holy fucking Christ. I want this girl. "What if I hurt you?"
He was very well endowed, but he was no Bodhi but he didn't need to know that. "I'm willing to take that risk," she whispered. She started running her fingernails through his hair, massaging his scalp.
"I'm not sure I am." Yes, I am. I want to fill you. I want your pussy to swallow all of me.
She began stroking him, putting more pressure on her. Putting him in her just a little more. She was close to having his head inside of her.
"Come on. We can do it here if you want."
"Why would you even want to do this at all?"
"Because I need it. I want it, and I want it from you. I am willing to beg you for it." She kissed him softly. "Do you want me to beg for it?"
Holy shit. This is really going to happen, isn't it? No. Nope. Who is this girl? This is not Persephone James I grew up watching. I'm not saying I don't like his version of her.
"Let's go to the pool house. Please." She did her best pouty face.
"Why are you testing me, God," he muttered.
"Is that a yes, or can I keep doing what I'm doing until I have you all in."
He felt like he was having an out-of-body experience. He slowly nodded his head yes.
She dove down to the bottom of the pool and retrieved her suit bottoms.
What are you doing? Snap back to reality, man. You just agreed to fuck your best friend's sister. I don't care how horny you are, Holden is going to cut your balls off. You don't have his permission.
"Persephone, I..."
She hoisted herself out of the pool. He saw her little pussy peaking between her legs. It was beautiful. She stayed in that position.
He rolled his eyes. "Oh, for the love of Christ."
She looked back at him. "You were saying?"
He stood behind her and grabbed her hips. I need to taste her.
"Why Jake, what are you doing?"
"What I think you want me to do," he said.
"Really? And what would that be?"
He took the tip of his tongue and ran it up her middle. He felt her shudder. He flattened his tongue and licked her like an ice cream cone. Yep, just as tasty as I thought it would be. His tongue probed around her pussy. He pulled away. "Unless I am wrong?"
She moaned and slightly opened her legs, giving him more room.
Her eyes rolled back. "Oh, that. No." She swallowed hard. "Not in the least."
He buried his face into her ass. He tongued her asshole. He licked her up and down. He suckled her. He played with her clit. She tasted like chlorine with a sweet tang of her juice.
"No one has ever... oh God, this feels... you. Yes, Jacob."
She could barely speak. He clearly knew what he was doing. He was sensational at eating pussy.
He fucked her pussy with his long, thick tongue. She rocked back and forth. It had started off slowly and gently. The more aroused she got with every thrust of his tongue it made her rock just a little faster.
He grabbed her thighs and buried his face between her legs. He was hungry for her, and he ate her out as such.
"Yes. Eat my pussy. Yes. Fuck my pussy with your tongue. Oh God, it's as good as I fantasized it would be."
He couldn't believe what she was confessing to. She fantasized about me?
"I always imagined I would be sitting on your face, but this is so much better." Her eyes rolled back. "I'm going to come. Oh fuck. Shit, yes."
She threw her head back. Her wet hair whipped a stream of water up and over them. Her pussy walls twitched wildly. A flood of liquid shot out of her. She soaked his face. He licked and slurped up all her sweet juice, her body shaking.
"Did you just squirt all over my face? I have never made a woman do that before," he said.
She turned and sat down in front of him, legs open. She was breathing hard.
"I hope you can do that again. I've never done that before. I didn't even know that was an option."
He rinsed his face off in the pool. "Bodhi never made you do that?"
"No, and if I am about to fuck you, can we please not talk about my cheating bastard ex-boyfriend." She stood up. "Are you ready for more?"
He watched her hips sway as she walked away to the pool house. "I hate to see you go, but I love to watch you leave," he grinned.
He dove down to the bottom and grabbed his suit, then hauled himself out of the pool and followed her.
I'm so going to hell. I am going straight to hell in a handbasket. I am going to have a first-class ticket on the one-way ticket to hell.💖
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