I can’t take my eyes off the gorgeous girl’s rump as she sways up the stairs. My brain realizes that this is so incredibly wrong, but my body – and more specifically my cock — does not give a shit. For fuck’s sake, I just watched my best friend’s daughter bring herself to orgasm and it was delicious. Not only that, but I came hot and heavy in my hand while she did it. That’s pretty much the very definition of forbidden, but just thinking about it again has my cock hardening in my shorts once more. So apparently, taboo doesn’t really matter to me. All that matters is the beautiful Rachel Champion and her sassy ways.
But now, I have dinner to prepare so I turn to the kitchen with a vengeance. Shit. Slaving over the stove has never been my forte, but I need to do something to get myself in hand before Rachel reappears once more.
“Get a grip, Wyndham,” I mutter to myself. “It’s just a woman.”
But the thing is that Rachel’s not just any woman. She’s my best friend’s daughter, and Maurice would kill me if he knew what I’ve done. Even worse, I want to do more, but my hands are tied. Or at least they should be.
A half hour passes as I put together a meal, and suddenly, there’s a shiver of awareness in the room. Sure enough, I look up to see Rachel entering the kitchen, and my mouth goes dry. How old is she now? Twenty-four? Twenty-five? It doesn’t matter because she’s wearing a demure sundress that highlights those generous curves, and her curly hair hangs down her back in a gorgeous wave of chestnut. The woman smiles at me.
“Wow,” she breathes out when she sees what I’ve put together. “This looks delicious. Is that a steak?”
I nod.
“Yep. I brought some groceries when I arrived today, so you’re in luck. Do you like your meat medium rare?”
“Yes, definitely,” she giggles. “Well-done steak is a crime.”
“Good woman,” I nod with approval. “You’re smart, just like your dad.”
Her eyes shutter a bit when I mention Maurice, but then Rachel brightens.
“But Uncle Max, where did you learn to cook? I thought you traveled all the time for work.”
I nod.
“Yeah, I’m on the road a lot. Europe, Asia, Australia? I’ve been everywhere, and I love different cuisines. But eating out every single meal gets old after a while. My grandmother and I cooked together often when she was living, so I picked it up, and I still cook on occasion. It’s something I enjoy, not to mention being healthful and nutritious.”
She nods and pours us each a glass of wine. Then, after I plate the food, we move to the intimate dining nook to eat. It’s very cozy, and I love being seated across from a beautiful woman while enjoying a delicious meal. But Rachel picks at her steak before shooting me a shy glance.
“So Uncle Max, what do we do?” she finally asks.
“What do we do about what, sweetheart?” I slowly sit my wine glass down on the table in front of me and lift my eyes to look at her. The girl is trembling like a doe, and her eyes are wide.
“What do we do about this?” she says with a motion between the two of us. “We can’t both stay here. The cottage is too small, so I’ve decided to leave tomorrow. I know you’ve been traveling, and you must be dead tired. Meanwhile, I have an apartment in the city that’s empty right now, so I’m happy to go back and reschedule my trip for another time.”
I pretend to think.
“That’s a solution, but I don’t think the house is that small, honey. There are two bedrooms. Granted, we’d have to share a bath, but if you don’t mind, then I don’t …” I trail off.
Her pupils dilate.
“Both of us...here...together?” Rachel squeaks out.
“What’s the big deal?” I shrug. “I’ve stayed in cramped quarters before. Trust me, I’ve had shoots in the Galapagos and Tibet, so I’m used to far more spartan accommodations.”
She bites her lip.
“Well, I’d hate to intrude on your vacation. I’m sure your privacy is important,” she ventures. I merely grin.
“Privacy is overrated. I wouldn’t mind some company,” I say casually. “Especially if they’re as beautiful as you.”
With that comment, Rachel’s cheeks go scarlet. Her mouth opens and closes a few times but then she looks me in the eye.
“You saw me by the pool earlier, didn’t you?” she whispers. “You saw what I did.”
I nod.
“I did, sweetheart. But before you get all embarrassed, I want to say that what I witnessed was absolutely gorgeous. You’re lush and tempting, honey, and I had no idea you were so adventurous.”
The buxom brunette buries her face in her hands, hiding her features. “Oh my God, oh my God. I’m not adventurous. Adventurous would be me doing that knowing you were standing there watching me! I’d never be that brave.”
Gently, I peel her hands away to reveal her plush pout and pink cheeks.
“Adventurous may have been the wrong word, then. But you’re certainly uninhibited if you’re comfortable lying beside the pool, lush and nude, with your hand between your thighs.” I cock an eyebrow at her with a smirk.
She groans.
“I don’t know whether to be embarrassed or proud of myself with the way you’re describing it,” she says in a wry tone.
I merely shrug.
“Please. Never be embarrassed about pleasure, sweetheart. It’s completely natural, not to mention necessary,” I say with a wink.
Rachel bites her lip and seems to want to say something, but then she stops.
“So, you watched me Uncle Max? The entire time?”
I nod slowly. “I did, sweetheart, and again, you were absolutely beautiful. I couldn’t have asked for more.”
“But when you first saw me, you didn’t think to look away? Or to avert your eyes?” She’s teasing me now, and I love the playful banter. I pretend to think for a moment.
“Well, I tried to tell myself to walk away, but once my cock got a load of you, I knew I was done for.” I grin at the wicked words, and sure enough, her cheeks flame again.
“You’re so bad, Uncle Max.”
I merely smirk.
“You have absolutely no idea, Rachel Champion. No idea at all. But I’m more than happy to show you how to indulge if you’re interested, little girl. So long as you think you’re up for it, that is.”
Her brown eyes flare, her lips pouting.
“Oh really, Uncle Max? You think I’m not up for it?”
Shit, this is getting into dangerous territory and I love it.
“Oh honey, I know you’re definitely up for it. But let’s just say that what you need is a real man.”
“A real man, hmmm?” she teases. Shit, this girl is going to get it, she’s so sassy. My blue eyes harden and I lean forward ominously.
“FYI, I already came once today watching your little performance by the pool, sweetheart. But my cock isn’t satisfied. Not even close. It wants a work-out, inside of you this time.”
“Wait, what?” she gasps. “You did that while you watched me?” she questions, eyes wide.
I smile. “Yes, sweetheart. I stroked my dick and came in my hand while I observed your pleasure. The only thing I regret is that I couldn’t feel your beautiful pussy for myself, even if I could see it pulsing sweetly.”
She gasps again, utterly shocked. But then something melts in her gaze, and she leans forward over the table. Now, the gorgeous girl is so close that I can almost feel her warm breath on my lips.
“You know, Uncle Max, we can fix that if you want.” She whispers it so quietly, that I almost miss her words. “If you’re interested, that is.”
“Fuck, yes sweetheart. That’s exactly what I want.”
With that, I hold her face in my palms and crush her mouth with my own. She’s so giving and soft, her mouth immediately opening beneath mine. Rachel moans softly, and suddenly, I know I’m done for. It doesn’t matter that I’ve been friends with her father for more than thirty years. I want this woman, and she belongs to me now.