Wonderful. My wife has been gone for less than two days, and already I'm ogling my step-daughter.
I nod at each of them. "Tessa. Tanya."
I grab a glass from the cabinet, pour a shot of tequila, and throw it back. Rinse and repeat. The tequila creeps into my brain and makes me relax. The girls watch me and giggle.
"All better now, Dad?" Tanya says.
I smile. "Hard day at the office. Please call me David."
Tessa saunters around the island and loops her arm through mine. "We totally understand."
I catch the scent of jasmine. She's wearing Gena's perfume. I pull away from her.
"Good night, ladies," I say. "Please lock up after your guests leave." I sound like I'm a 60-year-old grandfather instead of a 32-year-old newlywed.
I take the bottle of tequila and my glass and make my way through the crowded living room to the bedroom. I'm thankful for the extra-thick door. I pull the curtains across the windowed wall that overlooks the pool and take off my office clothes.
The game is so dull, it puts me in a bored stupor, fueled by the tequila. I flip through the hundreds of channels on the 60-inch flat panel. I finally decide to put on one of Gena's movies, a sexy thriller from 10 years ago. I pull a pair of her silk panties from the dresser and go back to bed.
The movie opens with a shot of Gena in the shower. The camera looks down on her from the shower head as she washes her face. Her breasts and ass are not in focus, but I can fill in the blanks. I bury my nose in her panties and breathe in Gena's scent: jasmine and the sweet musk of her body. She left this special, unwashed pair for me as a treat. I lay back on the pillow, my head spinning a little from the tequila, and think of her. I'm rock hard. At least, I think I am. My body feels a little numb.
I turn on my side to watch my wife on-screen and half-heartedly stroke my cock. The muffled beat of the dance music from the living room lulls me into a dreamy state. My hand turns into Gena's silky fingers on my dick. I feel the warmth of her body behind me, pushing her hips against my ass. I turn over, and she straddles me. Her long hair covers my face as she traps me under a deep kiss. She tastes so good, like strawberries and wine. I put one hand behind her neck to pull her tight against my mouth as I plunge my tongue into her.
She breaks our kiss and lets her hair trail down my face and chest. I try to raise my head, but the after-effects of the tequila keep me down. Damn, how much did I drink? I feel Gena's tongue on the head of my cock. It jumps a little at the touch. She giggles before going down on me.
Wait. Something's not right. That's not Gena's laugh. I look down as best I can without making my dizziness worse. All I see is a curtain of hair until she pulls it out of her way with one hand. Her other hand is wrapped around the bottom of my shaft as she sucks on the top half of my cock.
I hear another giggle, but it's from the side of the bed this time. "Tess, how many times have I told you to keep a hairband around your wrist? You can't give proper head like that."
Oh, hell. This isn't a dream; it's a nightmare. I sit up and firmly push Tessa off of me. I stumble to the bathroom just in time to puke.
I hear the twins giggling like mad from the other side of the door.
"When you feel better, come back out, Daddy. We want to play," one of them says in a sing-song voice.
All I can do is hold my head.
The next morning, I go in search of coffee. All the partiers are gone, but our housekeeper is muttering to herself in the living room as she picks up bottles from the tables and floor. She turns on me when she realises I'm standing there.
"David, I can't believe you'd do this the minute your lovely wife leaves town."
"It wasn't me, Carla. Talk to my lovely wife's daughters."
"Oh, the twins." She shakes her head and goes back to her cleaning. "I'm going to need hazard pay."
The coffee brings me halfway back to life. It also brings back what happened last night. I feel indignant at being tricked, but at the same time, a tiny part of me is not sorry it happened. It kills me to admit it. The twins don't have their mother's grace, but damn, they look so much like her. If Gena knew that I let her daughter blow me, I'd be mincemeat. So, why can't I stop replaying the image of Tessa going down on me?
To be continued•••••••