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“Yeah, blame it on us when we were little. It stuck.”
She beams and pets Mac’s nose again. “I love it.”
“If you’re down, want to go pick out a bottle of vino for tonight?” I ask.
“Of course, that feels like a very Napa thing to do.”
It’s a short walk over to the winery part of the property, and Appa’s eyes are huge again as she takes in the barrels that are aging. The smell of wood fills this place from them, and it brings me back to my childhood. I haven’t been inside the winery for a long time.
“I think any of these are ready.” I gesture to a wall of corked new wine bottles that are used for wine tastings. The wine we sell is crated elsewhere, but I thought she’d like to pick out her own bottle.
“If I say wow one more time,” she jokes.
“I know. We could almost turn it into a drinking game.”
“Which is the one we had last weekend with your fettuccine that was super good?” she asks, browsing the bottles. I reach past her and retrieve one.
“I believe it was this dessert one. Should be good with lasagna.” I shrug.
The lasagna bakes for a while. Long enough that we could have had some fun, but we end up piled onto each other on one of the big couches in the living room and relax while the smell of a baking lasagna fills the house.
And after dinner, we change into our swimsuits. I swear this girl is testing me when she pulls on red bikini bottoms that have a thong in the back. We head to the backyard where there is an in-ground pool and adjoining hot tub. I turn the dial to start the hot tub, and the pale blue water turns white and frothy with bubbles instantly. We step into the hot tub with our plastic wineglasses freshly topped off. Appa teased me when I swapped our glasses for plastic, but I told her she could ask my cousin—Enzo’s younger brother—why we don’t bring glass outside by the pool after he had to get stitches in his foot.
“Should I be offended you brought me up here while your whole family is away?” Appa asks, setting her plastic wineglass on the concrete edge behind her.
“No. You should be relieved.” I take a sip from mine and set it next to hers. “I thought coming here the first time would be overwhelming enough, and my family would make it even crazier. I love them, but like I said, so on top of each other.”
“Mm, that’s an idea.”
She moves from her seat in the bubbling hot water to straddle my lap and brings her glossy lips down to kiss my neck.
“What a segue,” I tease, placing my hands on the bare skin her bikini bottoms leave exposed. I hook a couple of my fingers under the fabric and pull it away from her skin. “Just so you know, my parents have security cameras out here.”
“Fine, but I don’t think they’ll see these.” She moves the triangular cups of her string bikini to the sides to reveal her perfectly perky tits to me, but she doesn’t let me look long. She quickly leans in and presses her lips to mine. Her chest squishes against mine, her peaked nipples brushing my pierced ones. My hands slide up her back instinctively, slipping under the thin string holding her tiny top together.
“Hope this isn’t making a bad first impression on your parents,” she jokes.
“No, they’re pretty thrilled I brought a girl home even if they’re not here.” I cup the side of her head and bring her lips back to mine. She reaches down between us, grabbing my erection through my swim trunks. I let out an involuntary groan and break away from her lips. “I’ll fuck you, but not here,” I whisper into her ear.
“Let’s go upstairs then…with more wine,” she mumbles as I kiss her neck.
Quickly returning to my old room, I sit back against the headboard after dropping my trunks and rest my forearms on the pillows beside me. Appa stands in front of the bench and reaches behind her neck to untie the knot there. The triangular fabric covering her chest falls, making a soft thud on the hardwood floor.
I curl my finger at her. “Come here,” I whisper.
A devilish smile plays on her lips as Appa crawls up the bed to me. She plants herself in my lap again, and her wet bikini bottoms moisten my bare lap. “Wet enough, baby?” I ask, untying the knots on each side of her hips simultaneously, and it feels like my damn birthday. Her bikini bottoms join the matching top, residing somewhere on the floor.
“You tell me.” She lifts her hips, and I hold the base of my cock steady for her to lower herself onto. Appa fully seats herself on me, letting out a deep moan as she takes my full length with zero hesitation.
“Holy shit,” I groan. I lean down and kiss the warm, creamy skin of her tits, using my tongue to tease her taut nipples. “I used to picture this…you in this bed with my dick between your legs. And I’m never letting you go.”
“Manifest much?”
Before I can answer, she silences me with a kiss, barging her tongue into my mouth to find mine. Her lips taste like wine, and they might make me drunk.
You have no fucking idea, Appa.
Just a few years ago, I masturbated obsessively for weeks in this very bedroom to the fantasy of fucking her, but now, it’s finally happening. She doesn’t let me fantasize for long as her moans pull me out of the memory of how much I wallowed after graduation.
