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The Williams house was quiet and dark. Taylor padded her way softly into master bedroom and gently smoothed her hand across her mother’s shoulder.
Alex burrowed deeper into the pillows.
“Mom,” Taylor whispered softly, continuing to stroke her mother’s skin.
“What is it?” Alex said quietly. “You woke me up.”
“Time to switch,” Taylor whispered.
“You can’t be serious.”
“Shush. You’ll wake him. Ted’s waiting for you.”
“This isn’t a good idea, Taylor.”
“We talked about this, Mother,” Taylor whispered firmly. “It will be okay.”
“You just make sure you tell him that it wasn’t my idea,” Alex grumbled softly as she sat up in the bed.
“I know, I know. Now go.”
Her mother rose from the bed, looked around for something to wrap around her, shrugged, and tiptoed softly out of the room.
Taylor eased herself in next to Kevin’s sleeping frame. She smiled as she felt the warmth of the bed where her mother had slept so recently. She gently eased herself against Kevin and placed an arm across his chest. She felt the gentle rise and fall of his breathing as he slept.
The sex with Ted has been warm, comfortable and familiar. She’d managed to achieve two small and one major climax, probably influenced by the sound of her mother’s cries of passion with Kevin. When she and Ted finally separated she lay on her back, staring at the ceiling in the dark, listening to her mother’s ongoing pleas, moans, and wails.
“Sounds like she’s having fun,” Ted remarked idly in the dark.
“I’ve heard it before,” Taylor told him.
“You’ve heard them together?”
“No, you dolt,” she replied. “I’ve heard her with you.”
“It sounds like that?”
“Yeah, it does. Don’t you think it's hot hearing her like that?”
“I guess.”
“I wonder. Do I sound like that when I’m fucking?”
“Geez, Taylor. I don’t know.”
“You want to find out?”
“How?”
“I could go in there and tell my mom that it’s my turn. You can listen.”
“That’s nuts, Taylor!”
“Why?”
“You’re going to screw your uncle? That’s sick?”
“He’s not really my uncle, you know. My mom and Karla were friends, not sisters.”
“But, still. I mean, he’s known you since you were a kid.”
“True. But I’m not a kid anymore. And I know what he and Karla, you, my mom, and everybody else have been doing.”
“What they’ve been doing has nothing to do with you, though.”
“Really? You don’t think I’ve heard my mom moaning and screaming while you fuck her?”
“You told me to do that!”
“I did. Now it’s my turn.”
She lay in the warm bed snuggled against Kevin. She tenderly kissed his arm, just below the shoulder. She inhaled the aroma of him and smiled. Her hand slid down until she felt the rubbery protrusion of his manhood. It was soft and warm.
She didn’t want to wake him just yet, so she moved slowly and gently, wrapping her fingers around him. Her thumb found the crown of his meaty mass. It was smooth as she tender swiped her thumb across it. She licked her lips, anticipating the feel of that texture against them. She felt a tension inside her she recognized as desire.
Gently she eased her fingers against his flesh, smiling as she felt the first indications that he was beginning to swell in her hand.
A soft groan rumbled in his throat, but he remained motionless.
Taylor imagined what dream he might be having. It probably wouldn’t be about her, she thought. He was going to be surprised to find her in his bed. She had a plan, though. She was confident she could turn his surprise into arousal. She would overcome his initial resistance.
Slowly, gently, she shifted her position, pulling the sheet away from him. She eased herself so she could lay her head on his belly. All the while she continued to grasp his growing member and tenderly stroke her thumb across the smooth flesh of the tip. As her head came to rest on his abdomen he shifted his legs slightly. She felt his hand come to rest on her shoulder. He was starting to come to consciousness.
She pressed her lips to the tip, delighting in the warmth of him and the smooth texture. She couldn’t restrain herself from extending her tongue to lightly lick at the tiny slit. Soon enough, she thought, she would taste his essence. She tightened her grip on him slightly and enveloped the crown of him in her mouth. Her tongue slowly swirled around the head. She could feel the pulses as he hardened. She gently pressed her teeth against his flesh. Another groan came from deep in his throat. She could feel his hand smoothing the flesh of her back and shoulder. He was coming awake.
“Alex,” he whispered.
“Hmmm,” she hummed, her mouth filled with his firming flesh.
His hand moved up her back to her neck and into her hair. She knew it wouldn’t be long before he realized her silky strands would trigger his recognition that she wasn’t her mother. Alex’s hair was curlier and had more spring.
“Alex?” he said softly, seeking confirmation.
“Unn hnnn,” Taylor murmured in the negative.
She felt him jerk.
“What the hell?” he asked, fully conscious now.
She released him from her mouth and licked at his length. “Shhh,” she whispered.
“Taylor?” he asked with unmistakable anxiety.
She sucked the head between her lips and hummed the affirmative.
“Oh, hell, no!” he said in a hushed tone.
“Don’t move,” she murmured softly. “You’ll hurt yourself.” She squeezed him harder to make her point.
“Taylor!” he said firmly. “What do you think you’re doing?”
She continued to lick and suck on him, pausing only long enough to respond.
“I’m making love to you.”
“You can’t do this,” he said.
“I am doing it,” she replied between licks and suck.
“No. I mean, this isn’t…”
“Hmmm,” she hummed as she released him from a suck. “Yes, it is. And I can feel how hard you are. You like this.”
“It’s a physiological reaction,” he protested.
“Um hmm,” she hummed again, her mouth full of his member.
“It isn’t right,” he said.
“Feels right,” she said briefly, before resuming a long lick along his length. “Tastes right.”
“No, Taylor. I’m your uncle.”
She held fast to him with her hand, gently pumping. “No, you’re not. You’re the husband of my mother’s friend. We’re not related.”
“But, we can’t…” he began, his words cut short as she absorbed him into her mouth.
“We can,” she replied when she released him. “We are, and we will.”
“Stop, Taylor.” He tried to make it sound like a directive.
“No,” she said simply, as she licked and sucked his flesh. “I want this. I want you. We are going to fuck.”
“Oh, geez, Taylor!” Kevin groaned.
She eased upward, continuing to firmly grasp his hardness in her hand. “Look,” she said, as if discussing the weather, “You need to stop resisting. I’ve got you,” she squeezed him, “And I’m not letting go until I get what I want.”
“But, you’re my little Taylor,” he nearly whined.
“I was. But I’m all grown up, now. And I want this.”
“Why?” he moaned in submission.
“You were always the one, Uncle Kevin. You were the benchmark. I compared everyone who wanted me to you. If they didn’t measure up, I dumped them. Nobody came close until Ted.”
“Ted? Ted and I aren’t anything like one another.”
“You’re wrong, Uncle Kevin. He’s just like you. He loves with all his heart. He’s kind, understanding, caring, just like you. It’s why I love him. I love him because he’s so much like my Uncle Kevin.”
“Please,” he whispered. “You can’t call me that while your hand is…”
“Holding your cock?” she laughed. “I kind of like it. It’s a little wicked, don’t you think?”
“More than a little,” he replied.
She leaned forward and sucked his member into her mouth. Her tongue played along the length, swirling and pressing, licking and loving.
“Please, Taylor,” he moaned. “You have to stop.”
“I’m not going to stop, Uncle Kevin,” she whispered, “Until I get what I want.”
“What do you want?” he asked in submission.
“I want to love you. I want to fuck you. I want to suck you. I want you inside me. And I want you to want me.”
“I can’t,” he groaned.
“Yes, you can,” she replied. “You’re already hard. I made that happen.”
“I told you it is just a physiological reaction.”
“Mmm-hmm. And when you come it will be a physiological reaction to our fucking.”
“You can’t expect me…” he paused. “I can’t…”
“You don’t have to do anything, Uncle Kevin,” she said softly, leaning forward to kiss his cheek just below his ear. She straddled his mid-section. “You just lay here and I’ll do everything.”
She eased herself down and guided his hardness to her moist opening. When she had him positioned at the entrance she released her grip.
“If you do this,” he cautioned softly, “It will change everything.”
“I know,” she whispered as she eased his hardness inside her. “It will make things better. You’ll find out how fuckable I am. You’ll want me. And I’ll always want you.”
“Taylor,” he warned again.
“Too late, Uncle Kevin,” she whispered in his ear. “You’re inside me. We’re already fucking. Now tell me that it doesn’t feel good. It feels good to me.”
“How it feels is irrelevant, Taylor.”
Taylor began to raise and lower herself slowly on his hardness.
“How it feels is everything, Uncle Kevin. It feels like love. You feel like love inside me. You do love me, don’t you?”
“Of course I do. You know that.”
“Feels good, doesn’t it? I can feel your hands on my hips. You want it.”
Kevin’s hands flew away from her as if she were a furnace.
Taylor laughed. “Give it up, Uncle Kevin. You’re inside me. We’re fucking. You like it. I love it. To be honest, I never really thought about this until I heard you tonight with my mother. I heard her crying and wailing and I knew then that I wanted it, too.”
“That was your mother,” he said with a gasp.
“And now it’s me. Feels good, doesn’t it?”
She leaned over and kissed him tenderly below each eye. “I love you, Uncle Kevin. This is okay for us. It’s ours and it’s special. Now tell me that you love me, too.”
“You know I do, Taylor.”
“Say it, then.”
“I love you, Taylor.”
“And you love the feeling of us together like this? I can tell you do. You’re hard and hot inside me.”
“You did this to me.”
She smiled. “I know. I want you to like fucking me. It’s good, isn’t it?”
He nodded. “It is. You’ve become a very sexy young lady.”
“That’s right. You can put your hands back on my hips now. I’m going to make you come inside me.”
“Taylor,” he protested.
She rocked herself forward. “It’s okay,” she said with a small gasp. “I love the feel of your cock inside me, fucking me. Help me. Fuck me.”
Taylor went silent as she rocked forward and back, delighting in the feel of his hardness stroking her. She gasped occasionally as his cock hit a particularly sensitive region. She grinned evilly as she felt him lifting his hips to meet her thrusts.
“That it!” she panted out. “Oh, yes! Make me come. I want to come on your cock.”
A few strokes later she tightened up and grunted as the orgasm washed over her. She gasped.
“Oh, yes!” she moaned. “Our first one. I knew this would be good. Now it’s your turn.”
“You sure?”
“Yes!” she gasped out. “Show me you love me. Fill me with your love.”
“I won’t be able to hold back,” he warned.
“Do it!” she ordered. “Fuck! Yes! Come in me!”
Kevin held her tightly as the burning began in his thighs. “Oh, Taylor, baby! I’m coming!” he grunted out through clenched teeth.
“I want you. I want your come!”
His spurts launched into her as she moaned and he grunted.
“Oh, fuck! Yes!” she cried with a gasp, feeling his pulsations reverberate throughout her tingling nerve endings. She leaned down, still with shortened breath. “Tell me again,” she ordered.
Kevin’s surrender was complete. “I love you, Taylor.”
“I’m all grown up, Uncle Kevin.”
“I know.”
“And we’re going to do this a lot.”
“Your mother,” he protested. “She won’t be happy with this.”
Taylor laughed, still a little breathless. “Turn about is fair play. She gets to fuck my Ted.”
“But that’s not the same.”
“It is. They want each other and I want you. But you can’t be jealous when I fuck Ted.”
Kevin chuckled. “It will be difficult.”
“You let Karla fuck the others and you still love her. It won’t be any different.”
“I’m more protective of you than I am of Karla.”
“I’m grown, Uncle Kevin. You don’t have to protect me anymore. I can choose. Didn’t I choose well with Ted?”
“You did,” he admitted.
“You have to trust me like you trust Karla. No matter who I fuck, you and I will always be special.”
“No matter who? What does that mean?”
“I’m going to be a member of your group. You, my mom, Karla, Ted, and the others.”
“Oh, I don’t think that’s a good idea at all,” he said in alarm.
“Tom and Jeremy, Tanya and Jasmine. Ted and you. My mom told me all about it.”
“But Ted…?”
“He’s done them all. I plan to do the same.”
“Does your mother know? How about Karla?”
“Mom and Karla have talked. It seems that you were the only stumbling block. Now that we’ve put that behind us…”
“Have we?”
“We’re close,” she whispered. “I’ve fucked you. Nobody thought that would ever happen. The only thing left is for you to fuck me. So, next time, a little later on, I want you on top. I want you to fuck me. When you slide your cock inside me, then it will be complete.”
“Is that what you think?”
She nodded. “When I whisper in your ear, ‘I want you to fuck me,’ you’ll do it, won’t you?”
“You’re probably right,” he conceded.
“So, let’s sleep a little bit,” she whispered. “I want to sleep on you just like this, with you inside me.”
“I’ll get soft and fall out,” he advised.
“That’s okay. That’s okay. If it wakes me up, then we’ll do it with you on top, like I want it.”
“That’s your plan?” he chuckled.
“After a little nap,” she replied. “Now hold me. Make me feel safe and loved so I can sleep with you.”
He wrapped his arms around her, felt her muscles contract around him, and listened to her breathing slow as she drifted off.
+++
Karla found herself seated near the head of the table between Don Tomas and his son, Julian.
“I am so glad you are here,” Julian beamed at her. “Our hostess may be eclipsed by your beauty and allure.”
“I hope that isn’t so,” Karla replied, beaming with delight.
“Let me introduce you to my father,” Julian said, leaning forward.
“Papa, this is Dona Karla from America,” he addressed the older man.
Karla figured him to be close to seventy, with white hair and a glorious, white handlebar mustache. His eyes were bright with intelligence and humor. She extended a gloved hand to him.
“You are as my son has described,” the gentleman said, turning her hand to gently kiss the back of it.
“It is a pleasure to meet you, Don Tomas,” she said, blushing as he kissed her hand tenderly. “I have heard many things about your kindness and the respect everyone has for you.”
“No one tells a beautiful woman the ugly truth,” he beamed at her.
“Aren’t you kind?” she said, more as a statement than a question. The old man was, in her mind, the quintessential European-style gentleman. “I hope we will get to know each other better.”
“As do I,” the old gentleman replied. “Now, have any of these young upstarts had the manners to introduce you to our guest of honor, Dona Melita?”
“I’m afraid not,” she replied, smiling. “Would you do me the honor?”
“Of course,” he replied and turned to his right to address the dowager seated at the head of the table, draped in thick silk, diamonds and gold.
Karla wasn’t sure whether it was Spanish or Portuguese the old man spoke, but she did pick up, “Senora Williams” in the course of his introduction. She was sure the woman examined her closely through the lorgnette viewers she raised to her eyes. She nodded briefly at Karla and turned to speak to the gentleman seated to her right. She felt the old man grasp her right hand under the table and squeeze it tightly. Karla looked at him.
“I appear to have been dismissed,” she whispered.
“Obviously jealous,” Don Tomas said softly with a grin. “I have not dismissed you at all.”
Waiters and servants swarmed the table with pitchers of wine and plated appetizers. Karla turned toward Julian and whispered. “I have met the hostess and been found wanting.”
“Nonsense,” Julian replied gently. “I told you that you were the most beautiful woman in the room. She recognizes that.”
“Really, Julian,” she sighed petulantly. “You have to stop the lies. I’ve seen Fredericka, you know, and Manda and Isabella. I can’t hold a candle to those girls.”
“They are but girls, my dearest Karla. You are the woman.”
“They’re gorgeous, Julian. Stunningly gorgeous. How do resist bedding them all?”
“I am a man of resolve. I reserve my affections for you, dear Karla.”
“Well, apparently your father approves of me. He held my hand so tightly that I could feel my own pulse!”
“He is protective. Some women would be injured by the treatment the Duena gave you. My father simply wanted to show you that he wished you no harm.”
“So I’m not stirring his libido?”
Julian laughed. “You probably are,” he replied. “But his age and his heart condition restrict his behavior.”
“And your mother?”
Julian shrugged. “Quite sad. Dead seven years, now. Ovarian cancer. The only benefit was that the time between diagnosis and her passing was very short.”
Carlos leaned close to Manda and whispered. “Ella quiere ir a la misa, mañana, con nosotros.”
“¿Verdad? ” the dark-haired beauty asked.
"Eso es lo que ella dijo," he replied. “That is what she said. You must make certain she is attired properly.”
Her eyes rested on Karla.
“Esta bien,” she nodded. “I will see to it.”
++++
Karla danced with most of the young men Fredericka had introduced to her. Each was respectful and engaging. She was surprised at the ease with which each transitioned between English and Spanish. She saw Julian only occasionally, dancing respectably with the guest of honor.
Eventually, Juanito became increasingly present as her partner.
“I understand you are the enemy,” she whispered in his ear as they moved together to the slow music.
He pulled back slightly to look at her, aghast. “Certainly not!” he exclaimed softly. “I would hate you to think I am your enemy.”
She grinned at him. “The polo match? Aren’t you on the opposing team?”
“Oh, yes!” he agreed. “But we are all friends. It is a friendly competition.”
“Well, I may find my loyalties split,” she cooed.
“Why is that?”
“Because I am here at Julian’s invitation. But, if I fall under your spell this evening, I may have to root for your team.”
“Then I will do my best to divide your loyalties,” he grinned.
Eventually, the evening’s festivities concluded and Juanito followed Karla to her suite. She sat at the make-up table removing her earrings and other jewelry as he poured Sherry for both of them.
“You know,” she said conversationally, “This is the first time I’ve done something like this.”
“It is?” he asked, setting the small glass on the table in front of her.
“In fact, there have been several firsts for me tonight.”
“And you have been pleased?” He leaned down and planted a tender kiss on her naked shoulder.
She shivered slightly at the contact. “Very much so. But I am not used to having a man in my bedroom waiting for me to undress.”
“Oh,” he said quickly. “If it makes you uncomfortable…”
She interrupted him. “No, no. It’s quite thrilling, really. Very sexy.”
“I understood,” he replied uneasily, “That you had some experiences…” He let the comment hang.
“A few,” she admitted. “Well, perhaps more than just a few. But, never like this.” She stood and faced him. “In fact, the first time I was with Julian, my husband was there. He removed my clothing.”
“Your husband?”
“You did know that I am married?”
“Yes. But, I didn’t know he was aware that you…”
“It all began because he encouraged me.”
“So, it is much like Fredericka and Carlos.”
“From what I’ve come to understand, it is much like that. In general terms, though. The specifics of you and me together here are unique for me.”
“If you would prefer,” Juanito offered, “I could withdraw.”
“That is not my preference. What I would like is for you to lead me, as if I was a new woman in your group of friends.”
“It would not be too forward of me?”
She smiled and placed her arms across his shoulders. “You have my permission to be forward.”
“In that case,” he said softly. He placed his hands on her waist. “I think I would like to taste the lovely neck that has been enticing me all evening.”
“Oh, dear,” she whispered, looking into his dark eyes. “I become passionately aroused when my neck is kissed.”
“I look forward to your passion,” he replied, bending to place his lips on her neck.
++++
“So?” Alex asked as they gathered in the kitchen.
“So, what?” her daughter snapped back at her.
“Did the two of you, you know?” Alex pressed, her eyes shifting from Taylor to Kevin.
“That is so rude, Mother,” Taylor said snippily. “I didn’t ask you if you fucked my fiancé.”
“He’s your fiancé?” Kevin asked, sounding surprised.
“Of course,” Taylor said, sipping at her mug of coffee.
“News to me,” Ted said with a shrug.
“Well, I guess congratulations are in order,” Kevin said, extending his hand to Ted.
“I never asked,” Ted admitted as he shook Kevin’s hand.
Alex peered at her daughter. “When did you decide that?”
“Somewhere between, ‘Oh, my god!’ and ‘Fuck me harder!’” Taylor snapped.
“Last night?” Kevin asked.
“No, Uncle Kevin,” she grinned at him. “Last week.”
“So, you were jealous,” Alex stated.
Taylor sipped slowly and set her mug down carefully. “Nope,” she said easily. “I just decided I liked having him around. We fit together so well. And, I love him.”
“Did you bother to check with him to see how he felt?” Kevin asked with a chuckle.
“Oh, I know how he feels,” Taylor grinned at him. “I also know he’s crazy about me.”
“She’s right,” Alex directed to Kevin. “It’s obvious.”
“Ted?” Kevin asked.
“What?”
“Somebody ought to ask you,” Kevin said, grinning. “You love Taylor?”
“She makes me absolutely nuts,” Ted confessed. “She can piss me off in an instant and in the next moment I can’t imagine my life without her in it. If that’s love…”
“It’s love,” Alex said definitively.
Kevin nodded. “As the pater familias, then, I now pronounce the two of you engaged.”
Taylor eased up to him and put her hands on his chest. “Thank you, Uncle Kevin,” she said in a soft voice. She leaned up and kissed him on the cheek, then whispered in his ear: “For last night and for this. I love you.”
Alex broke into the moment. “Okay, kids. It’s time for us to get a move on. We’ve got to clear out before Tanya arrives. She’s got the duty today.”
“We going home?” Ted asked.
“No, sweetie,” she replied. “We’re going to Tanya’s house so Tom won’t miss her. Well, I am, at least. You and Taylor can go home if you want.”
“Oh, hell, no!” Taylor said. “We’re going with you.”
“What am I going to do over there?” Ted asked.
“Same thing you did last night, my darling. Sleep with me until my mother’s done with Tom, and then screw her while I do him.”
+++
The soft sheets and covers of the bed were tousled and askew around them. Karla reached beside her to grasp something for support. She gathered the cloth in her hands and squeezed tightly as Juanito pounded himself into her. She looked into his face and saw his eyes were closed and his jaw tight with concentration. He supported himself on his arms and knees so the only connection with him was the plunging rod delving into her depths.
“I love your cock, Juanito,” Karla breathed raggedly.
“It is good?” he gasped in exertion.
“I’m close to coming, my darling,” she groaned through clenched teeth. “Again.”
She saw his face break into a smile.
“This time,” he growled. “I will explode in you this time.”
“Yes, darling,” she urged him. “I want it inside me.”
The young man thrust against her over and over, anxious to please her.
“Oh, fuck!” she cried as the orgasm swept over her, causing her to bear down on his manhood.
“Oh, yes, carina!” His voice matched the grimace on his face as he plunged into her depths as she milked his essence out of him.
“Yes!” she cried out. “Yes, yes, yes! Fill me with your hot seed! Fill me up!”
He obliged, pumping jet after jet deep inside her. He growled as he released himself, feeling the repeated pulsations of her love canal encouraging him to unload his hot come into the warm recesses, bathing her in his come.
“Please tell me you are staying the night,” Karla gasped, her hands releasing their grasp on the covers and converging across his back, pulling him down to lay atop her.
“Yes, of course,” he replied through the ragged panting of his post-exertion release. “If you wish it.”
“Oh, I certainly wish it, my darling Juanito. There is so much more I want to do with you.”
“You are not satisfied?” he asked in amazement.
“For now, very much,” she gasped. “But, in a little while…” She let the possibilities hang in the air.
“I am yours tonight for the limit of your desires,” he grinned at her.
“You will find that I have many desires,” she replied in a teasing whisper.
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