"I can't believe you live here," I said as the Miami coastline came into view.
Emily turned towards me with her head tilted. "Hm, what did you say?" She was distracted by the view herself. Her voice was muffled by the droning of the plane's engine.
"I said you're very beautiful."
Emily bit her lip and gave me a kiss before turning back to admire the view.
I grinned like an idiot but meant every word. I admired her features in the reflection of the window. I was especially taken by her beautiful brown eyes and smooth brunette hair.
I leaned in and kissed her shoulder. Her skin felt nice on my lips. This wispy white dress was the most revealing thing she had worn in a while, and she only wore it because we were in Florida in the middle of summer. I was glad the dress ended at her knees. My glance traveled down her calves to her bare feet.
"Are we gonna have any time to ourselves at your family's estate?" I whispered into her ear.
She giggled. "It's not an estate. You make me sound like an entitled princess."
"Aren't you?" I was referring to the nice condo we shared back in New York and the fact that I bankrolled her shopping habits.
"Tsk!" She elbowed me, but I could tell she enjoyed the teasing.
She refused to take her eyes off the view of her home. Did she ever consider our place in New York her home? I could never tell how permanent she thought our arrangement was, and I was too afraid to ask.
"I'll take that as a yes." I rested my chin on her shoulder, like a dog begging for attention.
She snorted. "You wish. You're here to meet my family, so get those dirty thoughts out of your head."
"Mmm, but I love youuuu." I assaulted her with puckered lips.
She giggled and shoved me away. "Stop it!" She glanced past me to the man sleeping in the aisle seat.
Just then, the pilot announced our landing over the intercom. We buckled up and behaved ourselves, occasionally sneaking playful glances at each other. For now, I would have to admire her beauty from a distance.
———
Would I really be deprived of Emily's healthy chest and sensuous curves for a whole week? "Why don't we just rent a hotel room?" I had asked. She brushed it off, saying I was just horny. I was too embarrassed to admit it or to proposition her more directly.
I was always a timid person. So timid, in fact, that Emily and I almost didn't end up together. I first met her when she got off the elevator and asked me where the front desk was. I pointed absentmindedly at our office receptionist and admired Emily's strut as she thanked me and continued walking. I later learned that she was the new intern. She was nineteen at the time, a finance major at NYU looking for experience during her summer. I was a twenty-seven-year-old analyst too focused on work to be in a relationship. I had a girlfriend in high school, but we broke up when I moved to New York. My college relationship ended after she moved back to California. I couldn't bring myself to leave New York. I dated no one else until Emily.
We bonded a lot over that summer. She was as obsessed with the work as I was, so naturally, my boss assigned me as her mentor. I dreaded it at first. How was I supposed to talk to this angel on a daily basis without my voice shaking? But her gaze had a way of calming me down. That and her smile. That damn smile. The way she looked at me made me feel like we were old friends, like she could save me from the darkest pit of despair. I felt as if I were coming home whenever I went to work, as long as I saw her. We were often the only ones in the office after everyone else clocked out. We would order takeout and talk about personal things. Those nights together were the only time I ever exposed my humorous side. Her laughter rang in my head each time I went to bed.
On the last day of that summer, I was unimaginably sad. But of course, I didn't utter a word about how I felt. I just stood in the elevator with my head hanging down on the way to see her off. As we approached the ground floor, she turned around, pushed me against the wall, and kissed me. We lost our virginities that night on the floor of my living room.
———
I kissed her hand as the taxi raced down the interstate. It was mid-afternoon, and the sunlight hit her face at the perfect angle.
"They'll love you." She reassured me with that same smile.
I smiled back and nodded. Nothing from that beautiful mouth could ever be a lie.
We made it just in time for supper. A maid met us at the taxi and took our bags. What was that about not being an entitled princess? We didn't even have the opportunity to step inside the house because dinner took place on the side lawn. Of course it did.
The chef did a perfectly fine job, but it was nothing compared to a home-cooked meal. I ate dutifully as the usual pleasantries droned on, only speaking when spoken to. This was a large family gathering, and it seemed every Johnson in the fifty states was seated at the elongated table. Cousins, uncles, and sons-in-law who hadn't seen each other in years shielded the introvert in me with their exaggerated stories and overlapping voices. Because of them, I was spared from the dreaded task of explaining how I met Emily or when we would bring back grandchildren.
"Oh, guess who decided to finally show up!" Mrs. Johnson exclaimed. "And what in the world are you wearing?"
A young blonde with ripped jeans and a sweater bearing the logo of an outdated rock band sat down at the empty seat across from Emily. Her hair was wavy but cropped just below her ears. I noticed her nose ring right away.
"What am I, seventy?"
I nearly choked on my food. She had a point. The rest of the table was filled with people wearing button-up shirts and wool sweaters. Even Emily and I argued over how much gel to put in my hair. "Not a strand out of place," she had said.
"No, you're a classy young lady who will show some common decency toward our guests," Mrs. Johnson retorted.
"I'm here, aren't I?" The girl shoved aside her plate containing the salad that was our first course and stuck her spoon into the remaining bowl of mashed potatoes.
Mrs. Johnson turned to her husband for support, but he merely shrugged. She shook her head and gave up with a sigh.
"And this is my sister, Lucy." Emily feigned a disapproving look at her sister, but I could tell she was suppressing a grin.
Lucy gave me a fake smile before returning to her mashed potatoes.
Emily reached out to grab Lucy's hand. "I missed you, sis."
"Missed me so much that you forgot to visit my room."
Emily rolled her eyes. "We thought you'd be down here."
"Figured I'd let you guys eat all the garbage first." Lucy scarfed down the rest of the mashed potatoes.
"What did I do to deserve this? Donald, talk to your daughter." Mrs. Johnson chimed in.
"The food's not garbage. We have a great chef." Mr. Johnson remained buried in his phone.
"No, that's not what I-" Mrs. Johnson buried her face in her hands.
Emily snickered loudly, causing her sister to burst out in giggles. Soon, they were chatting and gossiping, catching up like old friends. When the conversation became more exciting and they burst into a raucous laughter, Mrs. Johnson put her foot down. "That's enough! Both of you."
Emily bit her lip and looked down guiltily, like a child who had been scolded.
Lucy stood up. "Well, it's been fun, family. I'm over it."
"You won't humor me, will you? Not even for one night." Mrs. Johnson looked up at her younger daughter, shaking her head.
"Love you, Mom." Lucy kissed her mother on the forehead and skipped off.
Mrs. Johnson addressed me. "I'm glad you ended up with Em and not the other one."
"Mom!"
"What? It's true."
"She's been like this her whole life. How do you expect to change her?"
"I'll go talk to her," I suggested.
"Please! God knows I've tried for years," Mrs. Johnson said.
I stood up and gave Emily a peck on the cheek. "I'll see you tonight."
———
I caught up to Lucy walking along the shoreline. I didn't even notice there was a beach there until then. I wasn't sure whether it was part of the Johnsons' property, but I wouldn't put it past them to own part of a beach. Lucy had taken off her sweater and was now sporting a tank top bearing the logo of another outdated band. How meta, I thought.
"For what it's worth, I don't particularly enjoy this fancy lifestyle either." I walked beside her, hands in my pocket.
"Not much."
"What's not much?"
"Your opinion. It's not worth much."
I smiled at her teasing but couldn't come up with a response.
Luckily, she broke the silence. "Anyway, I find that ironic, since you live in a fancy condo and buy Emily whatever she wants."
"You know about that?"
"She tells me everything."
"Emily does like to spend."
"So you admit she's a spoiled brat."
"I'll admit she's from a different place than I am."
"And what place do you come from?" She stopped walking and turned to me with her head cocked to one side, a sign of genuine curiosity.
"Just... a different place. Don't worry about it." I shook my head, indicating my intention to move on from the topic.
"That's ominous." She continued walking. "You're not a drug lord or anything, right?"
I snorted. "Maybe, you never know."
What was I supposed to say? That I grew up in a trailer park outside Los Angeles? That my parents cooked meth until my dad got another woman pregnant and ran off with her? That my mom raised me by herself until she was arrested for prostitution? Only Emily knew that, and I made her swear never to tell anyone.
"Let me guess. You grew up poor and watched your parents struggle, so you worked hard to make sure you'd never have to go through that again. But you never forget where you came from, so you have a distaste for the high life. Blah blah blah. That about right?" She seemed almost smug.
"It's a bit more complicated than that."
"How so?"
"You don't need to know."
"Maybe I do. I need to know who my sister's dating."
"Emily knows. And she's a big girl. She can take care of herself."
"She obviously can't, if she's dating a drug lord."
I laughed. "I'm not a drug lord. I promise."
She shrugged. "Since you won't tell me, I have to assume the worst. Maybe I'll call you Pablo."
I rolled my eyes. "No, please don't-"
"So Pablo, tell me about New York."
I rolled my tongue around to stop myself from laughing and showing her how much I enjoyed her teasing. "It's the most beautiful city in the world," I said honestly. "I love all the buildings, the busy streets, the people."
"Is it true what they say? It's the city that never sleeps?"
I nodded. "Wouldn't have it any other way."
"You'll have to take me there sometime."
I looked up in surprise.
"Emily and I can go shopping at your expense."
I breathed a silent sigh of relief. "Tell me about Florida."
"It's a retirement home the size of a state. That's about it."
I chuckled at how her responses were always snarky. "No, I think it means more to you than that." I had noticed how she stared out longingly into the ocean, just like her sister did on the plane. She walked slowly and deliberately, as if savoring the feeling of wet sand on her bare feet.
She looked up at me, seeming almost vulnerable for a split second. She shrugged. "I like the beaches, mostly. This is my favorite spot."
"What do you like to do here?"
"Walk. Think. Get away from all the spoiled brats of the world."
"I call her an entitled princess."
She smiled. "So you admit it."
I ignored the question. "Anything else you like to do?"
"Swim in the ocean."
I gave her a confused look. "You've got a pool." I pointed at the house, which finally looked a reasonable size now that we had traveled a good distance from it.
"Like I said, away from all the spoiled brats. You swim?" She walked closer to the edge, letting the water wash over her feet.
"I don't know how," I admitted.
"You're kidding."
I shrugged. "Not many opportunities to swim in New York."
"What a shitty excuse," she yelled as a wave crashed behind her. The gust of wind that followed made her hair flow and lifted her top slightly, revealing her stomach. "C'mon, I'll teach you." She nodded towards the water.
"What, now?" I was incredulous.
"Yes, now." She unzipped her jeans and wiggled out of them. Then she removed her tank top, leaving nothing but a bra and panties. Her curves were more apparent now, and the sunset accentuated her beauty.
When she looked back up at me, I averted my gaze, blushing guiltily. "I left my trunks in the suitcase."
"Don't need 'em. C'mon, what are you waiting for?" She beckoned me over.
I hesitated before stripping down to my boxers. I had to take in the scene. I was standing half naked by the water with my girlfriend's sister. What I did next could change everything. We stood a considerable distance from each other. I could still change my mind. Stop this before it went any further. Nip it in the bud. Cut my losses.
But if I had a dollar for every time a man thought with his brain rather than his dick, I'd still be living in that trailer park.
———
I walked slowly towards the water. As I approached her, Lucy held out a hand. I reached out to grab it, and she led me gently into the water.
"See? That wasn't so bad."
We ended up closer together than I expected. She looked up at me with the same brown eyes that Emily had. The fading sunlight revealed more of her features than I had noticed before. She had a natural blush on her cheeks and nose, almost like she had stood a bit too long in the sun. She lacked Emily's freckles, but in their place was a mole just above her upper lip. The setting sun reflected off her slick and shiny lip gloss.
When we realized that my hand was still in hers, we let go and backed away slightly.
"You wanna get rid of that damn gel in your hair first? You look like a husband from the fifties." She tried to shift the focus away from our tender moment.
"Uh, yeah. Good idea." I dove beneath the water and scrubbed that annoying material from my hair.
When I came up, I shook my head back and forth to swing the water out and ran a hand through my hair. She stared at me, biting her lip.
"What?"
"Uh, nothing. So, first things first..."
Our lesson began normally enough. I was learning to wade around in the water and stay afloat. Things turned more playful when she kept scolding me for not getting my arm movements right. I became frustrated and smacked my arms down comically hard with each stroke, splashing water into her face. We ended up throwing water at each other and chasing one another like children in a pool. It became physical when she started shoving me and trying to push me under, and I responded in kind.
I enjoyed the feeling of her hands on my skin and the pressure of her weight against me. It was thrilling to put my hands on her body, and I slowly got a sense of her slim figure through repeated touches. Eventually, I picked her up from behind and threw her in the water, making her scream and laugh. The play-fighting lasted until we became exhausted. We ended up at the very edge of the beach, where the sand was wet and the water lapped at our feet.
I lay on my back with my hands underneath my head, enjoying the feeling of the air, which was pleasantly warm despite the fact that it was night.
"When's the last time you had this much fun? Being a financial analyst seems super dull." She rested on her elbow, facing me.
I snuck a sideways glance. The darkness obscured most of her shapely figure, but the moonlight revealed enough to make my heart rate go up.
"It's decent pay, and I work with some nice people. Can't ask for much more than that." I shrugged.
"You didn't answer my question."
"I dunno. We visited the Empire State Building last month, I guess."
"That's your idea of fun? You live in New York, for God's sake! You could go there anytime. No, that doesn't count at all."
"Well, it was Emily's idea." I tried defending myself.
She scoffed. "Figures. She can be such a prune sometimes. You must be so deprived."
"Hey, be nice to your sister. And what do you mean, 'deprived'? I'm not deprived."
"Tell me with a straight face that you had more fun on top of that pointy building with Miss Goodie Little Two Shoes than you did with me in the water just now."
I scoffed but said nothing.
"I mean, don't you wish you could just let go? Be a little spontaneous?" She turned over onto her belly, exposing her buttocks to the moonlight.
"We're spontaneous... sometimes." I pulled my gaze away.
"In what ways?"
"In ways that are none of your business."
"So in sexual ways."
"None. Of. Your. Business."
But she would not let up. "I bet you guys do it under the sheets so you don't see each other naked."
"What are you talking about? I-I've seen her naked." Why was I even indulging her?
"Have you ever had sex on the beach?"
I sighed in exasperation. "I guess not." Then I remembered the feeling of wet sand on my back. "Wait, what do you mean?"
Before I had a chance to react, she pressed her body against mine. She was sitting directly on my crotch.
"Whoa! Let's just stop right there."
"Why?"
"What do you mean, 'why'? Are you crazy?"
"Just a little. But I think you like that." She had a wicked grin on her face.
"C'mon, Lucy. You play too much. Let's just head back, yeah?"
"No, I don't think you want to. Aren't you dying for something different? Aren't you curious to see if I'm as pretty as Emily with my clothes off? Why did you follow me here? Why did you put your hands all over me in the water?"
"N-no. I think you misunderstood." I gritted my teeth to suppress a moan. The weight of her body against my crotch was becoming harder to bear.
She giggled softly, almost evilly. "Tell me to stop."
I stayed silent as she ran her hand through my hair and caressed my lips with her finger. I could feel her foot rubbing against my leg. I dug my hands into the sand to prevent myself from grabbing her and pulling her into me. Did it really take that much effort? Was I actually entertaining the thought of losing control?
"Tell me you don't want to take me. Right here, right now." Her whispers in my ear sent chills down my spine.
Still, my voice was nowhere to be found.
In the end, it was her doing... technically. I only stared up at her, pleading with my eyes. She reached into her panties and masturbated herself. When her hand emerged, she stuck two fingers into my mouth so deeply that I almost gagged. She left them in there for a while, letting me suck on them and savor the bitterness of her juices. There was something incredibly erotic about becoming familiar with that part of her.
"Does that turn you on?" she said in my ear.
Since I stayed silent, she found her answer elsewhere. Her hands roamed over my boxers, feeling the outline of my erection. The fabric did little to mitigate the sensation, and I emitted a low moan when I felt her fingers grasping my girth. She gasped softly when she heard my reaction. She began to stroke me slowly, making me spasm each time her thumb slid over my frenulum.
Then she pulled the front of my boxers down, revealing my naked meat. She rubbed the tip with her index finger, pulling away a string of precum. She repeated this motion until I began throbbing uncontrollably. When her finger became slick with my fluids, she put it between her lips and sucked loudly. Satisfied with the taste, she returned her finger to my leaking member and fed herself once more. Was I disappointed that she wouldn't just take me in her mouth?
That didn't matter once she grabbed my rod and rubbed it against her panties. "I want you inside me," she demanded."Do I have a choice?" I was referring to my own inability to resist the temptation. Her pinning me down on the sand had nothing to do with it. How much did she weigh? I could have thrown her off me a long time ago.
"Do you want one?" To my surprise, she rolled off of me and lay on her back. She shuffled her hair and bit her lip, like a model in a photoshoot. The expression on her face was one of sheer arrogance, as if she knew what choice I'd make and was just making me admit it to myself.
What could I do but play her game? I rolled onto her and pressed my lips against hers. The sensation sent tingles down my spine until I realized it was her fingernails clawing down my back. I grunted in pleasure.
"Sorry. Am I hurting you?"
I shook my head. "I'm just wondering what you'll do to me when I make you cum."
She giggled. "Who says you'll make me cum?"
With that, I shifted her panties to the side just enough to expose her sex and pushed myself in to the hilt. We both moaned out loud when I entered her. It was a brand new sensation, as if I were doing it for the first time. I was reminded of the sensation I felt when I lifted Emily's skirt to reveal her voluptuous peach that night on the living room floor. I had ejaculated into the condom after a few short thrusts. I wondered if I would last longer this time.
Lucy certainly didn't make it easier. She was a vocal lover, cursing and moaning every time I entered her. Her hands gripped my buttocks, as if I would ever want to pull away. After a while, she pushed me onto my back and put me between her thighs. Her head was tilted back, with her mouth agape and eyes closed. She pinned me down with her hands on my chest and rode me at her own pace. It was sometimes slow, sometimes fast. Sometimes she would move up and down, other times she would grind me. She would lean forward and let me fondle her breasts, or lean back and balance herself on my ankles.
She was in total control, as if she knew the exact path she needed to take to arrive at climax. She would take a detour and revel in the sensation, then she would take a shortcut and drive herself closer to the edge. I was merely a pawn in her game of one and benefitted from no such clever maneuvering. Everything she did drove me wild with lust, and I raced towards the point of no return. It was as if no time had elapsed between the moment I felt the pressure building and the moment I shouted her name into the night sky.
———
"There you guys are! Where have you been?" Emily ran up and kissed me. Then she backed up and took in the full picture: her sister and I in our underwear, completely wet. "Wait, what happened?"
"I taught him how to swim." Lucy crossed her arms smugly.
"Huh. Is that so?" Emily gave me a curious glance. "I've been trying to get him to learn for two years now. How'd you do it?"
"I have my ways." Lucy skipped off, leaving me to deal with the aftermath.
"Hmm..." Emily squinted suspiciously, but Lucy and I both knew that she wouldn't think the unthinkable. She would never believe that the two people she held most dear could betray her in that way.
Later that night, as we cuddled in bed, Emily asked me again. "How did she teach you to swim? What really happened out there?"
Well you see, honey, it started off innocently enough. Lucy did try to teach me how to swim. How my cock ended up inside her, I have no idea!
"So? Are you gonna tell me?"
I swallowed nervously, racking my brain for any memory that provided the truth, an acceptable truth. Something that wasn't a lie, but also didn't require me to admit that I knew what her sister's lips tasted like, what the inside of her vagina felt like.
"We just bonded over our disdain for all this pomp and circumstance. I saw how much she loved the water and decided to humor her." Was that the truth? It was as close as I dared to get. Emily could never know the rest. If she didn't know, it couldn't hurt her. If it didn't hurt anyone, it wasn't wrong.
And grass isn't green. The ocean isn't made of water.
"Well, I'm glad you two found something in common. Lucy insists on being different." Then she turned to me, her face full of concern. "Oh my god, you really do think I'm an entitled princess, don't you?"
"That's what I've been saying!"
She smacked me with a pillow. "Gah, you're such an ass!"
"Baby, it was just a joke! Please forgive me. I love my spoiled princess." I locked her in my arms and smothered her neck with kisses as she laughed and tried to squirm away.
"No, you're not getting any tonight. Not after that." She turned away, pretending to be angry.
My smile disappeared in guilt. I knew full well just how much I got that night. Yet, the one thing I didn't feel was regret, and that scared me.
"You must be exhausted anyway." I kissed her cheek, tenderly this time. "Good night, Em. I love you." Was I reassuring her, or myself?
———
Emily was a deep sleeper. I wasn't. I often stayed up later than she did, and not for lack of trying. Most nights, I resorted to watching her sleep. I enjoyed watching her body rise and fall gently to the rhythm of her breathing. That night, she slept with her back towards me. I had left the lights and TV on because my mind was unsurprisingly too occupied for sleep. I was about to nod off when something moved in my peripheral vision. My head jerked up, and I saw the door slowly opening.
It was Lucy. She was wearing a petite black lace top that left her belly exposed. As if that weren't sexy enough, she also wore matching panties. Were those even her pajamas, or did she wear lingerie for the occasion? I felt a tinge of excitement at the thought. But what was the occasion? She approached the bed with a devilish grin. When I realized that her intentions couldn't possibly have been pure, I began shaking my head.
I was yet again shirtless and in my boxers. How was I to know that I wouldn't be safe in my own bed with my girlfriend sleeping beside me? Lucy reached for my boxers, no doubt intending to do the same thing she did at the beach. I reached my hand out to stop her, but she simply slapped it away. Did she know her sister was a heavy sleeper? What if she just didn't care? The thought frightened me to the core. And yet, what more did I do to try and stop her? Nothing.
By the time my boxers were around my ankles, I was fully erect. Lucy wasted no time. She took my full length into her mouth. I could feel it tapping the back of her throat. That was undoubtedly a sensation I had never experienced before. I gripped the sheets tightly and let out a silent, strained moan. She kept up the motion, taking me in to the hilt each time. It wasn't long before I felt the pressure rising again. I beckoned for her to lift off, but she kept going, staring at me with her docile brown eyes.
She flinched ever so slightly when the first spurt arrived. I watched the throbbing of her throat as she dutifully swallowed the rest. My orgasm lasted for what seemed like an eternity. I must have unloaded a gallon into her. When I had no more left to give, she finally released me from her mouth. My member was slick with her saliva, but there wasn't a single drop of cum. She stroked me with her hand, staring at it curiously, as if waiting for more to come out. I spasmed violently and pushed her hand away just in time to stop myself from yelling out.
I was completely out of breath and beginning to lose consciousness. My face felt hot and damp. The last thing I saw was Lucy wiping her lips with the back of her hand and winking at me before slipping out the door.
———
It was six in the morning when I awoke. I never got up that early, but I had fallen into a deep and satisfying slumber the night before. I wonder why. I was surprised to look down and see that I was still exposed. Even worse, I was erect again.
I looked over at Emily. She was sleeping on her back now. Her chest rose and fell with her breathing, as it did every night. Her nipples pierced through her nightgown. I knew it would be at least another two hours before she woke up. Or was that just the excuse I used?
I pulled my boxers back up and slid out of bed. I moved slowly to ensure I wouldn't wake Emily up, even though I knew it would take a lot to actually do so. Perhaps it was the nature of what I was about to do that made me especially fearful.
I snuck out of our room and into Lucy's. I was immediately assaulted by a soft, sweet scent. She was sleeping with her back towards me, her legs wrapped around a pillow. In that position, her panties failed miserably at concealing her buttocks. Her luscious round peach beckoned to me and awoke something down under.
I kneeled at the edge of her bed and began kissing her arm. She woke up with a gasp, but when she realized it was me, she bit her lip and moaned seductively. I reached out to stroke her cheek, and she placed her hand over mine to keep it there. Then she kissed my palm and fingers. Now it was my turn to put a finger in her mouth. She sucked eagerly, repeating the same motions that had brought me to orgasm hours earlier. Without realizing, I had gotten onto the bed and trapped her between my legs. My free hand roamed over her thighs and crotch, and I felt the outline of her vulva with my fingers.
Then she lifted her top just enough to reveal her petite lumps. It was the first time I had seen another woman's bare tits, and I almost came in excitement. They heaved up and down in rhythm with her excited breathing. Without hesitation, I squeezed them in my hands and wrapped my lips around them. I swirled my tongue and fingers over her nipples, making her gasp and squirm. Then I lay beside her and teased the fabric above her clit with my finger. Meanwhile, my mouth alternated between her breasts. I did this until she signaled her orgasm by clawing my arms.
I put my head between her thighs and gently kissed them. She scratched my hair and sighed in pleasure. When she couldn't take the teasing anymore, she removed her panties in such a hurry that it still hung around one of her ankles. She was already soaked, and I couldn't wait to lap up her nectar, the taste of which she had teased me with at the beach. I sucked and licked her until my throbbing cock ached with desperation. I took off my boxers and slid myself into her the way I did at the beach, except now I had the privilege of seeing her naked body in the daylight.
She was absolutely stunning, especially when she bit her lip and arched her back. I kissed her nipples, neck, and lips as each thrust brought us closer to ecstasy. We both knew we had to keep quiet, but a whimper would occasionally slip from her mouth. Even I couldn't suppress a moan when I came into her. She wouldn't let me stop, wrapping her legs tightly around my waist and pulling me in until she climaxed again. When the moment came, she smothered herself with a pillow and screamed into it.
When it was over, I rolled off of her and lay on my back. She pulled the sheets over us and snuggled up to me. My crotch tingled with satisfaction, and I could think of nothing but sleep. Her fingers in my hair and warm breath in my ear lulled me into another deep slumber.
I awoke to the feeling of her lips on my cheek. She pecked me gently until I acknowledged her with a groggy moan. I ran my fingers through her hair, admiring the color she had picked. Now that I wasn't blinded with lust, I began to notice the little things. It was platinum blonde, but her roots were light brown, confirming that she was a natural brunette. I grinned to myself when I remembered how else I knew she was a brunette. I felt as if I enjoyed a privilege that no one else did, even though I had no idea whether anyone else had access to her wonderful secrets below.
"Morning, beautiful." It felt strange to say that to anyone besides Emily. And yet, the words slipped from my mouth without a second thought.
She put a finger to her lips and pointed at her wrist, as if to tell the time. I had completely forgotten where we were. I slipped out from underneath the sheets and grabbed my boxers off the floor. I gave Lucy one last kiss and walked out the door.
———
That morning was a busy one. The Johnsons had decided to renovate their guest house. By the time I made it outside, workers were already moving their tools into place.
Emily was avoiding me because I had been distant and inattentive that morning. How could I shower her with affection mere moments after making love to her sister?
"You'll really let me design the interior, dad?" Emily hopped up in excitement.
"You're in charge, sweetie."
Emily squealed joyfully. "Thank you so much!" She gave her father a peck on the cheek. "I won't let you down. It's going to be beautiful. I promise."
"Now, wait a minute. Who's going to take your sister to her new apartment?" Mrs. Johnson chimed in. Lucy was due to start college in a few weeks, and God forbid their daughter slept in a dorm.
"Well, James can go. Right, babe?" Was she making sure her sister was taken care of, or was she getting rid of me? When I agreed, she gave me a hug. "Thanks. You can handle her, right?"
I almost cringed at the double entendre she couldn't have known she was making. We both looked over at Lucy, who was sitting underneath a tree, chewing gum and rolling her eyes at the servants roaming around doing her parents' bidding.
I chuckled. "Yeah, we'll be fine. And Em, about this morning. I don't know what got into me. I'm s-"
She placed a finger over my lips and shook her head. "It's ok. I'm sure you'll have something good for me when you get back." She feigned a lustful look that made me feel excruciatingly guilty because the girl sitting not twenty feet from us had shown me what real lust looked like.
I put on an uneasy smile and nodded. When I leaned in to kiss her goodbye, she backed away with a devious smile and turned around with a flourish. That would be my punishment. I deserved worse, given the misdeeds I had committed and would come to commit.
———
"Trouble in paradise?" Lucy dug around her closet for clothes to bring to the apartment.
"None of your business. Why don't you just grab all of it?"
"Oh, now you're annoyed with me." I knew she was feigning guilt. And yet, I had an overwhelming desire to believe her and play along.
"No, I... I just... couldn't focus this morning."
"Why couldn't you focus?"
I gave her a stern look. "You know why."
She shrugged. "I didn't drag you into my room." Yes, she did. Not physically, but she knew damn well that she did.
"And I didn't drag you into mine," I retorted.
"I'm sorry. Was that a mistake?"
"Was it a mistake to blow your sister's boyfriend right next to her? Yeah, sort of."
"Is that regret I hear in your voice?" She pinned me against the wall. "I could've sworn I've been blowing your mind all this time." She was right, but I would never admit it.
"That was dangerous, what you did. It was risky."
"Don't you want a little risk? Spice up your boring love life?" She gripped my cock. "Does she ever suck you like I did?"
"No, she can't take it that deep." The words poured from my mouth before I had a chance to think of the consequences.
Her eyes flared at the suggestion that she did something better than her sister. "What else can't she do? What are you dying for that she can't give you?"
How could I know the answer to that, when I had never explored the universe of sexual possibilities? As if reading my mind, Lucy slid out of her shorts and backed onto her desk. I followed her every step, as if drawn by some invisible force. Then she removed her tank top, and I saw that she wasn't wearing a bra. Her perky breasts popped out from beneath the fabric. All that stood between me and a world of pleasure was a pair of blue panties. I gave them a quick swipe with my fingers, making her gasp. Another swipe, with more pressure, and she whimpered. A flick of the tongue against her nipple, and she reached for my shorts and unzipped them. I yanked her panties away and tossed them to the floor.
There it was. Her pink flower, engorged with arousal. Just above it was a thin tuft of light brown hair. I grew big at the sight of her sitting spread eagle, waiting for me to enter her soaking tunnel. I grabbed my shaft, inched forward, and slid the tip in. We both gasped at the sensation, trying hard not to make any noise. I pressed my lips to hers as I pushed myself all the way in.
It only lasted for two minutes because she kept whispering "fuck me" into my ear. That, and I had been ready to explode ever since I saw her in her daisy dukes under the tree. I had never ejaculated on a woman before. It was like a Jackson Pollock of semen on her stomach and chest.
Suddenly, Mrs. Johnson's voice boomed from downstairs. "Lucy, are you ready? You guys should head out now!"
"Almost, Mom!" Lucy beckoned me over. "Hurry up!" she whispered.
I rushed from the bathroom with a roll of paper towels in my hand. When we finished cleaning ourselves up, she put her skimpy outfit back on and absentmindedly grabbed about half her closet and threw it in my arms. "Let's take the Mustang."
———
We smiled at each other before she turned to look up at the sky, sticking her hand out to feel the wind. With the top down, her blonde hair flowed beautifully in the warm summer air. My heart fluttered at seeing how happy she was. Somewhere beneath that snarky attitude was a sweet and adventurous girl.
She had her feet on the dash. Her toes were painted with black nail polish, and her smooth pink soles shined prettily in the sun. I was having trouble focusing on the road.
She must have noticed, as she began to rub my thighs with her feet. "Enjoying the view?"
I chuckled nervously. "Uh, yeah."
"Mmm." Her feet traveled upwards.
"Wh-oa-okay. Careful there. I need to focus on driving."
"Then keep driving." Her toes wiggled seductively above my crotch.
I could already feel my cock straining against the fabric, begging to be released. "C'mon, Lucy. Just wait until we-"
"Shhhh." She put her toes up against my lips. I gasped softly, giving her an opening to stick them in. "Yeah? You like that?"
I tried not to acknowledge it at first, staying still while she played with my lips. Did I really expect to resist? Like I did at the beach? In my bedroom? In hers?
I conceded with a sigh. "Damn it, Lucy. What are you doing to me?" I ran a hand up her thigh and calf. When I arrived at her foot, I felt its curvature and the softness of her sole. I kissed her toes, timidly at first.
She giggled. "That tickles!"
I put them between my lips and sucked gently. "Is this what you wanted?"
She cocked an eyebrow. "It's what you want."
Unable to resist any longer, I began sucking earnestly, kissing her soles and swirling my tongue around her toes. She threw her head back and moaned. Her other foot rubbed against my crotch. I acknowledged its presence by holding it and guiding it along my erect shaft.
Just when I was becoming desperate for release, she unzipped my shorts and exposed my member to the open air. The tip was already wet. She took me between her soles and began stroking. The sensation was mesmerizing. I swear I almost crashed. But what's the point of dying if I'm already in heaven?
"Slow down, Lucy. You're gonna make me cum," I begged. The precum was flowing freely now. I couldn't hit climax yet. I wanted this sensation to last forever.
She laughed mischievously and kept going. When I looked over, she was biting her finger and staring intensely, waiting for the inevitable.
The eruption sent my hot seed splashing onto her feet. I let out an unintelligible moan and squirmed uncontrollably. The mess spread to my clothes, the seat, and the steering wheel.
"Oh, look at all that!" She stared in wonderment as her feet milked out the last few drops from my throbbing cock."Fuck, Lucy. Fuck, fuck, fuck!"
———
Our irresponsible escapade out on the road left us cleaning the car when we arrived at her apartment. When we finished wiping the evidence, she hopped onto the hood. "Whew! What a workout."
"I did most of the cleaning," I quipped. I sidled up to her and kissed her on the lips. The street was empty, as we had arrived early to avoid the rush.
"I meant the other thing." She glanced down at her feet. "God, I've never seen a man cum like that!" I was too distracted by her beauty to acknowledge the implications of that sentence. "You enjoyed that, didn't you? Admit it."
I chuckled. "What, the fountain of jizz didn't make it obvious enough?"
She laughed out loud. "Does Emily ever do that to you?"
"She doesn't know," I admitted.
She gasped. "What? You've never told her?"
I blushed. "No. Seems a little weird, I guess. I don't know if she'd like it."
"You'll never know if you don't ask."
I looked down and shook my head.
"You're too shy, you know that? If you want something, you should just take it." She grabbed my hand and put it to her breast.
I caressed it tenderly. "Yeah, you would know something about taking things without permission, wouldn't you?"
She pretended to take offense. "What are you talking about? I didn't take you from Emily. You're gonna walk away willingly after I'm done with you."
"Hey, when did you become so vindictive? What did Emily ever do to you?"
"Nothing!" She shrugged. "I just like coming out on top." We exchanged dirty looks. Could she be more blatant?
———
"Do you hear that?"
I removed my lips from her nipple. "Hear what?" It was the sound of my phone vibrating against the wooden table. "It's probably just Emily, checking up on us."
She rolled her eyes. "Of course. Are you gonna answer it?"
I shook my head. How could I, when I was out of breath and completely flustered? We stopped again after a few more thrusts. The ringing was incessant.
Lucy let out a frustrated sigh and swiped the phone off the table. "Hey, Em. We're really busy right now. He's got his hands full. We'll talk later, m'kay?" She threw the phone back down onto the table.
"Are you crazy?" I whispered. "Did you hang up?"
"It's fine. I just told her the truth."
It was a portion of the truth, sure. I did have my hands full—full of her breasts, her waist, her thighs, her feet. We were on the couch, and true to her word, she was on top of me. We lasted for quite a while, given my massive release moments earlier. By the time we finally stopped, we had worked up a sweat. I released my grip from her tits and hair before collapsing into the couch. I wasn't even close to climax.
"Oh, Lucy," I whispered. It was all I could muster.
"Fuck, it's hot in here. You thirsty? C'mon, let's grab a drink." She took my hand and led me into the kitchen.
We both sighed in pleasure as the chill from the fridge hit us. She took out a bottle of vodka.
"Wait, how is that already here?" I asked.
She shrugged. "I always had the keys. Just never bothered to move my shit in here."
I also saw that it was nearly empty. "You invite a lot of guys up here?"
"Why? You jealous?" She cocked her head to the side.
I looked away. "No," I lied. "Just wondering." I distracted myself by digging through the cupboards for something to pour the alcohol into.
"We don't have cups." She climbed onto the kitchen counter and lay flat. Then she began pouring the liquid onto her belly button.
"What the hell are you doing?"
"What does it look like I'm doing? C'mere."
I scoffed. "You want me to lick this off you?"
"You don't want to?" She raised her eyebrows.
I don't know why I even tried to deny her advances. Did I want to lick you, Lucy? Of course I did. I obeyed and sucked the cold liquid into my mouth, making her moan along the way.
"Now do me." I tried to take the bottle from her, but she pulled it away.
"No, do another one." She poured another shot onto her belly, and I lapped it up, with more of a flourish this time. My tongue almost made it to her breasts. She giggled gleefully. "Again." My tongue made its way up her neck and to her lips. "Fuck," she whispered.
She tried to pour another one, but it was completely empty. "Shit! We're out."
Without taking my lips off of her, I reached blindly into the fridge and felt around for a substitute. My hand landed on a bottle-shaped object, and I pulled it out. It was a canister of whipped cream. We paused, staring at it for a moment.
"No."
I gave her a mischievous look.
"No. No. No!" She laughed and shielded herself as the container began to hiss. "Ahhh!"
———
"Oh god, don't stop! That feels so fucking good! Ohhh..."
I had two fingers deep inside her as I sucked on her clit. She was still on the kitchen counter. Dishes and utensils that had been dutifully organized by the Johnsons' servants were now strewn throughout the counter and floor. The empty bottle of whipped cream lay in the sink, with hints of the white stuff still on her body. She began shaking as I tapped her g-spot.
"Yes! Right there! Just like that! I'm cumming! Ahhhhh!" She emitted a gentle stream of liquid that arched in the air and splashed onto my hand. "Fuuuuuuck!"
Upon seeing and feeling her orgasm, I became instantly erect. I stroked myself with the hand that had been soaked in her fluids.
"God, that was the best orgasm I've ever had." She sniffled.
"Are you crying?"
"No! Shut up. No one can know about this."
"Well, yeah. It's not like I'm gonna tell everyone I fucked my girlfriend's sister."
She giggled and punched me in the chest. "I don't wanna know where you learned to do that. Just promise me you'll do it again next time you visit."
"Whoa! I just got here. What's the hurry?"
She scoffed. "Shut up." She slid off the counter and led me into the shower.
I caressed her from head to toe with my lips and hands, leaving no part of her body untouched as the hot water washed over us. I learned which spots were her favorite, where I could make her spasm the most. To hear her moans and whimpers was the reward I received for getting it right, and it was a reward I cherished deeply. I even learned which parts of her I enjoyed the most. My tongue yearned for her nipples, and my lips for her stomach. Of course, my hands, lips, and tongue would go wherever she wanted them to.
At some point, I shut the water off, and we kissed until our bodies became dry. Then we made our way to the bed, where I whispered sweet nothings into her ear.
———
"Do you love my sister?" The question came out of the blue.
I nodded.
"Then why are you here?"
"Does it matter?"
When the silence became unbearable, I confessed. "It was your hair at first. It was so bright and eye-catching. Then I noticed how pretty you were. I like how you pierced your nose and wear those clothes like you don't care about anything around you."
"What about Emily?"
"She's beautiful, too. But when you walked off, all I wanted to do was go with you. You were so intriguing. I wasn't thinking about Emily, about anything. And when you took your clothes off by the water... I mean, you had to know what that would do to me, right?"
She shrugged. "I had my suspicions."
I chuckled softly. What good did it do to blame it on her? I knew I was guilty. The only question was whether I cared enough to stop.
I looked into her dreamy brown eyes. Her wavy blonde hair fell elegantly across her face. Her lips looked even more luscious now that the gloss had been washed off. One of her pink nipples was exposed above the sheets, begging to be suckled on. I knew the answer was no.
"Damn it, Lucy." I reached for her and pressed my lips against her body, tasting every orifice with my tongue.
Her screams reverberated throughout the apartment. Then she placed one leg over my shoulder and another around my thigh. I tried to go slowly at first, but there was no such thing as self-control when I was with Lucy. My shaft was coated with her fluids in no time. I held on just long enough for her to cum, then I exploded into her with a loud moan.
I collapsed next to her, utterly exhausted. I groaned when I remembered we were here to clean her apartment, and we weren't even close to getting started. In fact, we had made it messier. But all I wanted in that moment was to fall asleep in her arms, to feel her fingers running through my hair as I drift off into a dream about her beautiful naked body.
"I love her too, you know. Promise me you'll take good care of her. Make her happy." She rested her head on my stomach, caressing my chest with her hands.
I nodded. "It's all I've wanted ever since the day I met her."
We stayed silent for a long moment, trying to ignore the hypocrisy of what we were doing. When it became too heavy to bear, she got up and put her clothes on. "This apartment isn't gonna clean itself."
I rolled my eyes and gave a frustrated sigh. "Yeah, you're right. Let's do it."
We would have finished earlier had we been more mature and focused. We chased each other around the apartment after I pinched her thigh as she was unloading a box. Every time we passed each other in the hallway, I would pin her against the wall and kiss her. We took a while to unpack her clothes because she kept trying on different outfits for me while I lounged on her bed, savoring the scene. It was so erotic to watch her strip, and I felt the same tinge of excitement every time the clothes slid off her body.
"I like this one," I joked as she stood naked between outfits, prompting her to toss a skirt onto my face. I breathed deeply, taking in her scent before sliding the fabric off my cheek. Would that smell be lodged in my memory by the end of the week?
When we finally finished, she plopped down onto the couch. She looked around the apartment, taking in its vast size and luxurious furniture. "If snobby rich people want to spend their money on you, you might as well let them, right?" I sat down next to her, and she put her feet on my lap. "And a foot massage from the errand boy? Ah, this is the life!"
"Wha-no, I didn't..." But of course, I complied.
———
The drive back was less... eventful than the first. With her driving, the sports car roared down the interstate, weaving effortlessly between slower traffic.
Fuck it, I thought to myself. Fuck it. It was so unlike me to throw caution to the wind. My entire life, I had depended on my attention to detail and obsessive paranoia. But with the cold air massaging my face as we raced through the dark, I thought, fuck it, I would only be here for a week. Might as well make it count.
We stopped at a diner and sat next to each other in the booth. "And what can I get for the lovely couple?" the waitress asked us.
"Oh, we're not-"
"My fiance and I will have the cheeseburger with fries."
"Oh, congratulations! Where's the ring?"
"He hasn't gotten me one yet. But he will. Won't you, honey?"
"Uh, I... It's complicated." I looked pleadingly at the waitress.
"Ah, gotcha." She winked before disappearing into the kitchen.
"Are you crazy? I hate cheeseburger!"
Lucy spit out her water, and we began laughing uncontrollably. I suddenly felt an immense urge and leaned in to give her a long, passionate kiss. She must have felt the difference too, because she blushed and looked away.
"Don't catch feelings," she warned. "You're just a good fuck."
"So you admit it's good." I elbowed her playfully.
She shrugged. "You're well-endowed, I'll give you that."
I smiled. "Emily never says that to me."
"She's probably had bigger."
"Lucy!"
She snickered and burst out into giggles again. We enjoyed the rest of our meal, feeding each other french fries and spoonfuls of milkshake. Having learned my lesson, I never showed my emotions again.
After I signed the check, she turned to me. "Will you visit my room again tonight?"
I shook my head. "Better play it safe."
"Fine." She looked around the diner. It was mostly empty. Then she unzipped my shorts.
"No! Are you crazy?" I covered my crotch with my hands. "We have to get back."
"Relax. Emily's probably still busy with the guest house. Daddy's little girl has to make everything perfect."
"Okay, but-" I smiled at the waitress as she passed by. "Not here!" I whispered fiercely.
"It's okay. You're in my hands now." She grinned.
"Yeah, that's exactly what I'm worried about." I removed her hands from my erection.
Her smile disappeared. "Fine. Let's go, then." She tried to shove me out of the booth.
I rolled my eyes. "Alright, alright. But just a quick one. Then we're leaving."
She bit her lip mischievously, making me concerned all over again. But she had a way of making my inhibitions disappear, especially when I felt her warmth around my shaft. I let out a shaky breath, looking down at the drop of precum forming on my tip.
"Yeah? That feels good?" she whispered.
I nodded. "Keep going."
She obeyed until I got close.
"I'm almost there," I announced while grabbing a handful of napkins from the table.
She let go, leaving my cock throbbing desperately in the air.
"What are you doing?!"
After a few seconds, she stroked me slowly with just two fingers. I was pulsing visibly, producing a steady stream of precum that flowed down my shaft.
"Just... a little faster... please," I begged.
But her devious smile meant that she had disregarded my words about making this quick. To make matters worse, she scratched my glans gently with her nails.
"Ohhhhhh, Lucy!" I grimaced in pain, desperate for release.
After about ten minutes, the moment finally came. She had detected it through my body language and rapid breaths. She put her lips around my tip and massaged it with her tongue, making me moan out loud. It was actually quite audible, but I couldn't control myself, and no one was around to hear it. Within seconds, I was exploding into her mouth. I was surprised to hear her cough a few times during the prolonged release, but just as she did in our bedroom, she swallowed every drop. At least I thought she did, until she came back up with a string of cum dripping from her mouth.
"Jesus!" I caught the fluid with a napkin before it fell to the floor.
She sucked up what was left on her finger and licked her lips. Then, she planted her lips against mine and pushed me out of the booth.
———
I made love to Emily that night, as I had promised. I came after a short while, but I continued to whisper her name and profess my love for her while showering her face and neck with gentle kisses. Soon, I was enjoying the sight of her bare breasts floating up and down as she slept.
The next morning, Lucy and I visited the guesthouse under the guise of checking out Emily's handiwork. Emily went shopping with her mother.
"It looks nice in here," I said. We stood in a Victorian-style bedroom with a large bed and a standing mirror.
"How much you wanna bet she made this bed herself?" Lucy crawled onto the bed and removed her top.
I followed after her, kissing her toes and soles before gliding my lips up her thigh. I grabbed her panties with both hands and slowly slid them down her legs. Then I fell onto her and pressed my lips against hers. We kissed for a few minutes as I grew large. When I was fully erect, I kneeled over her, my hardness dangling precariously above her lips. She stuck her tongue out and gave it a few gentle licks while her hands caressed my thighs and buttocks. That was enough to make me throb and leak. I reached back and stroked her slit, feeling the fluid gather around my fingertips. She responded by wrapping her lips around my glans. Then my middle finger ran circles around her clit, and she took more of me into her mouth. I stuck a finger in, and she began stroking me. So that would be our little game, I thought.
I lay on my back and pulled her onto me. I flicked my tongue across her clit, and she did the same to my cock tip. I slid my tongue along her slit, and she swirled hers along my shaft. When I arrived at her anus, I watched as her puckered hole pulsated around the tip of my tongue. She took one of my testicles into her mouth and sucked loudly while stroking me.
"Oh, Lucy. That feels amazing!" I exclaimed.
She acknowledged me with a moan and continued to work her lips and tongue all over my crotch, marking me with her lipstick and saliva. Once my tongue had worked her into a frenzy, she fell onto her back and opened her legs. I grabbed her ankles and placed them over my shoulders. I gripped her thighs tightly as I slammed into her. After a minute of intense moaning, she reached for me, and I bent down to kiss her. Her knees were now next to her breasts, and I admired her flexibility as I continued sliding in and out of her. Her face turned red and her screams deafened me as I brought her to a shaking orgasm.
We kissed for a few minutes as both of our crotches became increasingly soaked. The mess undoubtedly dripped onto the sheets, but we paid no attention. After she had recovered, she bent over with her face on the bed and her ass towards me. She reached back to spread her cheeks wide, revealing her tight pink hole in all its glory. I got the message and lobbed a ball of spit onto my glans. Then I licked my finger and spread some saliva onto her as well. I teased over it at first, watching it wink in anticipation. Then I entered her with just the tip, making her yelp.
"Does it hurt?" I asked.
"Yes! Keep going," she demanded.
Very slowly, I pushed the rest of my shaft into her. She let out a loud, prolonged moan until I had gone to the hilt.
"Are you good?" I asked again.
"Ffffff...uck!" she said in a high-pitched voice.
I swallowed nervously. I could tell that my girth had spread her in a way she had never been spread before. The last thing I wanted to do was hurt her, but the sensation was mind-blowing. She gripped me so tightly, and her warmth made me throb uncontrollably even though I stayed perfectly still. I was entranced by the sight of her asshole engulfing my entire length until her voice broke me out of it. "Fuck me!"
I obeyed, thrusting slowly until she demanded I go faster. Then she stood on her knees and reached behind her, wrapping her arms around my neck and turning her head to kiss me. I cupped her breasts in my hands and watched us in the mirror. I reached around to rub her pussy as my cock continued to penetrate her ass. Her screams made me pray that no one was anywhere near the vicinity of the guesthouse.
When I couldn't take it anymore, I pulled out and stood over her. She stroked me with both hands, twirling her palm over my sensitive glans. She stuck out her tongue in anticipation. My involuntary moans were louder than ever as string after string of sperm covered her face and hair. She barely caught any in her mouth. I watched as the cum dribbled from her chin and fell onto her chest. What a beautiful sight it was.
"What did we do?" I sounded almost guilty. If that face looked innocent before...
She licked her lips and looked gratefully up at me. Then she turned to look at herself in the mirror and began giggling uncontrollably.
"Can't exactly walk out like this," she said.
I chuckled. "Shower?"
She winked at me, and in no time, I had her screaming again with the help of the shower head. We fell into bed, still naked, and I glided my fingers over her body as she fell asleep. Soon, her wavy blonde hair would be replaced by Emily's long brunette hair. Her slim figure would be replaced by Emily's curvy body. Her petite breasts, with their perky pink nipples, would be replaced by Emily's supple melons and brown areola. That nose ring would be gone, along with those beautiful white feet and their blushing soles. Would I miss them? No man in his right mind would take Emily's features for granted, but he'd also be crazy to pretend that Lucy wasn't fatally alluring. the rest of the week, Lucy and I snuck away every chance we got and made love in various places around the house, from the bathroom sink to the bed of the pickup truck parked in the garage.
The night before we left, I snuck into her room one last time. I knew it was risky, but I didn't care. She insisted on being in control, so I let her remain on top from start to finish. She was slow and meticulous, making sure we lasted throughout the night. We kissed passionately the entire time, and I held on to her as if letting go would mean the end of the world.
The next morning, her family stood on the front porch as we loaded our bags into the waiting taxi. Just before stepping into the backseat, Emily turned and ran back to her sister.
"I'm gonna miss you so much, Lucy!" She hugged her sister tightly.
"I'll miss you too, sis." Lucy looked up at me.
I stood silently beside the cab with my hands behind me. I was wearing sunglasses, so she couldn't discern my expression. What would she have seen? Sadness? Desire? Guilt? Regret?
As Emily walked back towards me with tears streaming down her face, I held my arms out and embraced her, pulling my gaze away from Lucy.
As the Miami coastline disappeared from view, it was my turn to stare longingly out the window.
Emily noticed and hugged me tightly from behind. "Aw, you miss my family!"
How little she knew.