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Illegal Illicit and IntoxicatingChapter 2

RACHAEL STRETCHED OUT ON the bed, staring up at the ceiling in the dark room. The open window let in a lazy breeze that felt nice after the heat of the day. Anger still burned inside her. As much as she liked Grandpa, she was pissed that Mom had banished her to the middle of nowhere, and for the whole summer! The whole effin’ summer! She fingered the ring in her eyebrow, felt it tug her skin. She was beginning to regret getting it. It was ugly, but it had done its job by infuriating Mom....

Illegal Illicit and IntoxicatingChapter 3

RACHAEL WOKE SLOWLY. WARMING morning sun streamed through her open window. She relaxed, loving the feeling of having slept deeply. In the last few days she’d changed. She could feel it. She didn’t feel anxiety at being disconnected with her friends back in Los Angeles. In fact, she didn’t miss being there. Slowly, without being conscious of it, she’d grown to like the peace and isolation here. It was nice not to worry about fitting in, being part of the right group, or trying to rebel...

Illegal Illicit and IntoxicatingChapter 4

Hot wind blew through the open faceplate of my helmet as we raced across the side of a hill. The handlebars jittered as the ATV bounced across rain-formed ruts and loose rocks. Rachael kept pace next to me. I could see the shine of excitement in her dark, exotic eyes, and her concentration as she controlled her ATV. The sight of a slight, young girl riding a four-wheeler was quite something. It was so different. I enjoyed watching her. Cresting the hill, we slowed and cautiously rode down...

Illegal Illicit and IntoxicatingChapter 5

Intimacy between two people, no matter their ages, is impossible to miss. It’s not the same as familial affection. When there’s attraction, you enter the personal space of the other with ease; bodies closer. There’s touching, gentle touching. Fingers brush arms, hands rest on backs, and spontaneous hugs are frequent and linger longer than friendly hugs. It’s impossible to miss the expression in eyes as you look at the other person. There’s softness and love at times, excitement at other...

Illegal Illicit and IntoxicatingChapter 7

MY EYES POPPED OPEN when the bed moved. The room was shadows and darkness, the open window a bright rectangle. I rolled over, knowing Rachael had just slipped into bed. She smiled at me. “I’ve thought about it.” “Not enough,” I countered. Her smile faded, making me conscious of how much courage it must have taken to take the initiative. Not wanting her to feel rejected, I added, “But you can sleep in bed with me and experience what it’s like to be with someone.” Her smile returned. “Kay.”...

Illegal Illicit and IntoxicatingChapter 9

Sun was already up when Rachael woke me by slipping back into bed. I cracked my eyes open. Rachael obviously didn’t know I was awake, which made her actions all the cuter. She edged close, raised my arm, slowly turned, and edged back against me. Her small butt nudged against my groin and she guided my hand back onto her camisole, my palm on her breast. The smell of fresh mint wafted at me making me smile. She’d sneaked out of bed to brush her teeth; a very female act indicating intentions...

Illegal Illicit and IntoxicatingChapter 10

RACHAEL STIRRED. SHE FELT strange. Something was different. In that special waking moment where dreams blend with approaching reality, she smelled him first - a musky guy aroma with a lingering trace of cigar smoke. Then she felt him, warm and large against her. Her senses kicked into high gear and she felt his skin against hers. Under her hand she felt his soft chest hair. Then she heard his breathing. Something still felt strange. Dreamy thoughts ebbed and faded, and she realized what it...

Illegal Illicit and IntoxicatingChapter 11

Rachael strolled into the kitchen as I finished the last of the French toast I’d made for breakfast. She’d changed yet again. My granddaughter was quiet. She sat at the kitchen table and every time I looked at her she smiled gently, not shy but demure. She studied my face as if looking for some reaction or an answer to an unasked question. Last night, after we’d finally eaten dinner, her bubbly excitement had been replaced by softness, and when she came to bed in panties and a small...

Illegal Illicit and IntoxicatingChapter 12

TO ME, RACHAEL LOST all vestiges of shyness about intimacy after our oil adventure. Perhaps, more than intercourse, touching each other, letting ourselves be touched, and finding sexual pleasure together had been more intimate. We knew each other’s body - every small nook and cranny. We’d explored in the light, not protected by darkness. Maybe it had given her the last bit of confidence she needed - knowledge she could bring me as much pleasure as I could her. Or perhaps she was completely...

Illegal Illicit and IntoxicatingChapter 13

Rachael topped up the gas tanks, gasoline vapors filling the air. I finished loading our gear into a small utility trailer, strapped them down, and hooked it up to my ATV. We were ready. The sun was rising, casting light obliquely over the land, topographical shadows slowly fading, the morning undulations flattening. I checked the weatherproof GPS. It was functioning well with new batteries. In my back pocket I had a folded paper map. Technology has a habit of failing at the wrong moment...

Illegal Illicit and IntoxicatingChapter 14

A full bladder woke me up. Rachael complained in her sleep when I extracted myself from the sleeping bag. She hadn’t emerged when I poured coffee and sat quietly admiring the rising sun and the vast land spread out before me. Oblique light gave the hills shadows that emphasized the undulation of the land, valleys dark, hilltops bright. She hadn’t emerged when I organized breakfast. I poured myself a second mug of coffee and waited, enjoying the silent beauty. I loved it here. The real world...

Illegal Illicit and IntoxicatingChapter 16

That night, in a repeat of the last two nights, my bed dipped and a cold hand touched my back. “Daddy?” When I rolled toward Cara, she came into my arms, smiled slightly, her blue eyes excited, and she kissed me. The kiss started with lips touching. A brush of her tongue changed the kiss into sensual. I caressed down her back and fondled her ass, such a sensuous shape, and slowly became horny. The kiss deepened, tongues exploring, exciting, arousing. My world narrowed to me and my...

Illegal Illicit and IntoxicatingChapter 17

RACHAEL WALKED THROUGH THE living room on her way to the laundry room. Grandpa was out tending his vegetable and herb garden. She found Mom putting sheets into the washer. “Mom? Can we talk?” she asked. “Hold on.” Mom closed the door, added detergent, and started the machine. Turning, she smiled. “What’s up?” Mom put her hand on her shoulder. “Let’s go to the kitchen. I’d like some coffee.” Sitting at the kitchen table, Rachael said, “I wanted to say sorry.” Mom smiled. “That’s nice....

Illegal Illicit and IntoxicatingChapter 18

August slipped by with surprises heaped upon surprises. Rachael woke me up in the early morning before the sun was up when she took her pain meds. She noticed me awake and informed me she was horny. I wasn’t. She solved that problem by pulling skimpy yellow panties off and waving them at me, grinning, whispering, “Wanna?” Somehow, with her expert hand fondling me, an erection formed and before I knew it we were having sex, no preliminaries. My granddaughter proved she was indeed horny. But...

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Incest was the part of my marriage vows I was not aware of, nor was my wife Pam. We were always kind of kinky, right from the first day we met. Hey, no big deal. Our hot little imaginations used to come up with some great ones to try. We met at a frat party while we were both attending the University of Wyoming in Laramie. They have a much better law school, if you are interested in Law, that is much better than the Big Three with all their Networking. Anyway I had to go piss and there were...

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