We all stood around the kitchen island talking about what happened in New York. I did my best to absorb what they were saying. Anything I could learn from them would help me eventually when I was running the company. Unfortunately, my distraction level had been turned up to 11 as Jessica was at my side and had her shin pressed against mine. It was an innocent contact that we’d had hundreds of times over the years, but now I could feel the additional desire in it.
The envelope was only briefly discussed which was surprising since Jessica was the one who brought it up. In the end, we all agreed it was best to trash the whole thing. She seemed okay after but I could tell a slight change. It was hard to see at first but I could tell the anxiety was slowly creeping back in. I guess it was too much to hope for that a couple of orgasms could get rid of it completely.
That night we had dinner and watched TV. Jessica, who usually sat beside me, tonight lay her head on a pillow she put on my lap. She pulled a blanket over her and sighed contently as she lay there. Mom just glanced over and gave a small smile. She was used to us being close and if she suspected anything I couldn’t tell. It wasn’t lost on me that before I never wondered if they ever suspected anything untoward going on between their kids. Now I couldn’t help but wonder. Was that because of guilt? Fear? Excitement, even?
My introspection was interrupted when I felt Jessica’s hand snake under the pillow and caress me through my shorts. I managed not to take a sharp breath in when she did but I could see a sly smile forming on her lips. She didn’t go so far as to fully stroke me but she did let her fingertips slide against me gently. Her feathery touch was more than enough to get the blood flowing. In the blink of an eye I was pressing against the cotton fabric.
Before I could do anything, Dad stood up and stretched.
“I’m going to bed,” he announced.
“Already?” I managed to get out, trying to act as I normally would.
“You try getting up as early as we did for that flight and see how long you stay up.” He said sleepily.
“Point,” I said. “‘Night.”
“‘Night.” He said through a yawn as he headed towards their bedroom.
Mom stayed with us a few extra seconds, then just shook her head. “That’s a good idea. Don’t stay up too late.”
Jessica and I bid her good night and watched as she followed Dad.
We sat there for a few minutes, neither of us making the first move. I was waiting not only to see what Jessica would do but also to make sure neither Mom or Dad came back for anything. My patience was soon rewarded. Jessica pulled the pillow away and rolled onto her stomach. She looked up at me with hungry eyes, gently biting her lower lip. Her hand went from outside my shorts to inside, grasping my cock and slowly stroking it.
“Know what I wanna do?” she whispered.
“What?” I asked, all the myriad possibilities running through my mind.
“This.”
She pulled my cock out, stroking it in the open now. She slid up and gently kissed the tip. Feeling bolder she kissed it again, this time letting her lips linger. I was unable to hold in a gasp when she opened her mouth and pulled me in. She didn’t move her head much, just let her tongue slide across the tip while her hand did the pumping action.
I couldn’t take my eyes off her, watching her start to slowly bob her head up and down. As one hand worked up and down my shaft, her other hand reaching further down, cupping my balls and gently massaging them.
“Oh fu-.” I tried to say but my voice caught as she started stroking me faster. “Jess.” I finally whispered. “I’m gonna cum.”
She stopped for a second, and it looked like she was contemplating her next move. She made up her mind, resuming her strokes and even going a little faster. I felt the pressure building and didn’t hold back when it was time. I clenched my teeth to keep from making any noise but several groans escaped. I did everything I could to keep my eyes on Jessica swallowing as I filled her mouth.
She pulled up, scrunching up her face as she swallowed the last bit.
“Doesn’t taste bad.” She said almost analytically. “But it has a weird consistency.”
“Where did you learn how to do that?” I asked incredulously.
“The internet, where else?” she said as if it were obvious. I suppose it should’ve been, but I was still coming back down to earth. “Did you like it?”
“I loved it, Jess.” I stood up, pulling her with me. “Come on. Time for bed.” She grinned as she turned off the TV and headed towards our rooms. I turned off the lights and followed close behind.
Jessica went into my room without preamble or hesitation. I was right behind her, grabbing her arm and spinning her around as soon as I shut the door. I pulled her to me, kissing her with all the passion and energy I had. Our tongues touched and she moaned softly into my mouth. We stumbled towards the bed, trying to shed clothes while keeping our lips pressed together. Her shins hit the bed and she fell back, giggling as she pulled me down with her. I was glad that Mom and Dad’s room was on the other side of the house but we still needed to be careful.
Jess was clad only in her white cotton panties and I couldn’t help admiring the view as I leaned back. I slid down her chest to her waist, pulling her panties down as I neared them. She helped by lifting up and letting me slide them off. I was treated with a close-up of her very wet pussy, silky dark hair glistening with her juice. Those hairs tickled my nose as I spread her lips open and slid my tongue up to her clit.
She reacted like she’d touched a live wire. Her body jerked up and back, the sensation overwhelming her at first. She stared at me with wide eyes and I smiled as I pulled her back to me and went back in. Her tangy juice was divine and I drank in as much as I could. I looked up and could see her breasts shaking as she took short and ragged breaths. I returned to my work, continuously licking and rubbing her sensitive little button.
For several minutes, the only sounds in the room were her breathing and the wet sounds my tongue made on her. Her hands wove themselves into my hair, pushing me against her wet core as my eager tongue continued its joyful work. Soon, I felt her body start to tense and her hips started twitching. Her legs began to tremble slightly, signaling me to work faster and push against her a little harder.
When she climaxed, her legs clenched against my head trapping me, though hardly against my will. I was rewarded with a small flood of her delicious juices that I hungrily devoured. Shortly, I slowed down, letting her come down from her high gently. She pulled me up, kissing me with more passion and heat than any girlfriend I’d had in the past.
Part of me wanted to strip the rest of my clothes off, climb atop her, and push my hardened cock into her. I didn’t. That was a step too far and the small, rational voice in my head was loud enough to keep me from giving in to my baser desires. Instead, I rolled us so we were on our sides and could look into each other’s eyes.
“Now what?” I whispered.
“I don’t know,” she whispered back, still flushed.
“What do you want?”
“I know what I want but I don’t think I’m ready for that,” she looked at me apologetically. “Not yet.”
I kissed her gently, reassuring her that I wasn’t in a hurry. “I’m not going anywhere. You set the pace here.”
We rearranged ourselves under the covers and I turned out the light. She curled up against me, her nude body pressed against mine.
“I love you,” she whispered into my ear.
“Love you too,” I said as we both drifted off to sleep.
*****
The next couple of weeks passed in a similar manner. During the day we’d go about our normal lives, but at night we’d explore each other’s bodies thoroughly. The forbidden-ness of it made it all the more exciting. We came close several times to crossing the final line, but we never did.
It was a Saturday early afternoon that changed everything. We were laying around the house watching TV. Suddenly, we heard the glass breaking from inside the kitchen. Dad and I immediately got to our feet and headed in through different doorways.
There was no intruder, but the picture window was shattered, jagged pieces of glass hanging from the edges like a monster’s snarl. On the floor, amidst the bits and shards of glass and was broken piece of a cinder block. It had fallen in such a way that the black writing on it was clearly visible.
YOU SURVIVED HIM YOU WON’T SURVIVE ME
Taped to the concrete block were photos of me and Jess. Recent photos that were taken with a telephoto lens from various locations. I recognized our college campus and our yard, as well as grocery stores and shopping malls. Other photos stuck out from underneath but we knew not to touch anything.
“Jess!?” I heard my mother cry out.
I turned around and saw them behind us. The blood rushing into my ears had drowned out all other sounds and I hadn’t heard them come in. Jess stood wide-eyed, staring at the block. Her mouth moved silently, reading the words over and over. I saw the oncoming storm and it was going to be big. She reached out, frantically trying to find my arm while not taking her eyes off of the block. I grabbed her hand and pulled her close to me. She stood rigidly, barely acknowledging my presence. Tears began streaming down her face as her legs collapsed from underneath her and she crumpled to the ground, taking me down with her. Jess was trembling, rocking back and forth, her eyes never leaving the black writing.
“Jason!” my dad said firmly, getting my attention. “Get her to Obsidian.”