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Iwake up with the biggest smile on my face. A smile that quickly turns to a frown when I realize this is our last day in Charleston and we’ll be packing up to make the eight hour trip back home in just a few hours. I turn my head to the naked woman sleeping soundly next to me, her skin riddled with hickeys from my mouth. I run my hand down her shoulder towards her hip and she sighs in her sleep before snuggling closer against my chest. Her back is to me, something that my dick has already noticed as her ass is unconsciously moving against me.
I am so fucked.
How could I possibly have thought this was going to end well? One carnal weekend of passion with Stassi and now we just have to go back to how things were? My dick softens in response to the anger coursing through me. Anger at myself, anger at her, anger at the world for putting this woman in my life as the only role I can’t have.Shouldn’t want.I’m not sure what it is about her that makes her so enticing. My cock wants to say it’s the forbidden aspect of our relationship that makes our encounters so hot. That forbidden fruit bullshit. But I’m not sure it’s just that. Despite all of our arguments over the years, I always had a different kind of connection with Stassi. I’ve always found her smart and charming and she could captivate my attention quicker than anyone with her wit and fire.
Part of me wonders if she’s taught me more than I’ve taught her over the years. I pull myself out of bed and make my way into the bathroom, wanting to take either a scalding hot shower or one worthy of the arctic to try and snap myself out of the sex induced fog I’m in. I’ve barely made it two feet when I hear her voice. “Where you going?” She sounds sleepy and lethargic; it makes me want to just crawl back in bed and kiss her senseless. I turn towards her and notice her swollen puffy lips that I spent hours biting at last night. Her hair is wild and she instantly pulls it up into a bun on top of her head, letting the sheet fall around her to expose her chocolate nipples that I just want to suck between my teeth.Fuck.Absolutely not helping.
“Stassi.” I rub a hand over my face and pinch the bridge of my nose. “We need to head out soon. I was just going to take a shower.”
“You…” She bites her bottom lip and looks away from my gaze. “You don’t want me to join you?” We hadn’t taken a bath or a shower without the other in two days so I can see why she’s disappointed.
“I think it’s time we start training ourselves not to expect the other to be there.”
“We’re still in Charleston,” she points out.
“Stassi…”
“This already fucking sucks,” she says crossing her arms and falling back into the pillow. “I didn’t know last night was going to be the last time.” Her lip trembles slightly and I can see the tears forming in her eyes. “I would have tried to make it last longer,” she whispers. “I would have wanted it to last all night.”
I make my way across the room and grab my briefs from where Stassi threw them in her haste to wrap her mouth around my dick. Tingles shoot through me down to my balls at the memory of her sucking my cock. Her drool sliding down the sides of my shaft, her tongue rolling around the tip, and sucking every drop I had to offer. I let out a shaky breath as I try to calm my dick and realize I’ll definitely need that cold shower. I pull on the briefs before I sit on the bed with my very naked stepdaughter knowing that she could probably seduce me with just a look while we’re both naked on the bed we’ve defiled countless times this weekend. “Stass, we talked about this. We said one weekend. That’s it.” I sigh as I prepare to share some of my truths with her. “It’s going to be hard…knowing what we know and having done what we’ve done. But this is something we have to leave here. We can’t take this,” I point between us, “home with us.”
“But…”
“No,” I tell her. “I never would have gone down this road with you if I knew you wouldn’t be able to separate this from the reality we left back at home. No one would understand, Stassia. Hell, I don’t even fucking understand. How I could be in love with your mother and then fuck her daughter two months after she died? What kind of man does that make me?”
“What kind of daughter does that make me? Was that what your next words were going to be?”
“No, Stassi. It’s different for you. You trust me and you know I’ll take care of you.”
“You’re still my mother’s widower.” She winces. “It’s hard for me to wrap my brain around that too, you know. But you’re right, it is different for me. You were always this untouchable man. The one I couldn’t have. I made myself hate you because I wanted you for myself and I couldn’t have you…and then I turn eighteen and something really terrible happens to me. And it was like the grief and the anger at the world for taking her from me was quieted by the lust and want I had coursing through me over…you. I know that makes me a shitty person. To want you…to seduce you—”
“You didn’t seduce me, Stassi. I’m a grown man and you are incredible in so many ways, any red-blooded man would be a fool not to want you. If you weren’t your mother’s daughter, I’d be fucking you senseless right this second, but you are who you are. We have to end things here because things would become too messy at home. Even if no one found out, how would either of us ever move on if we continued this affair behind closed doors? Don’t you want to meet someone? Someone you can be with out there…” I ask her as I point towards the window to the outside. “Not someone you have to sneak around with in the dead of night or flee the state to somewhere that no one knows you?”
I can sense the wheels turning in her head and I hope maybe she’s understanding what I’m saying, because it will be ten times harder to live under the same roof with her if we aren’t on the same page about this. “I just don’t see why we can’t finish out the weekend.” She moves up next to me and before I can think or move or make an effort to stop her, she’s straddling me and moving her naked body up and down on my covered cock.
“Stassi…” I groan, but the way I’m rising between us, I know my willpower is withering with every stroke of her pussy against me. She rubs her nose against mine and across my cheek and down my neck before placing a kiss behind my ear and rubbing her tongue across the pulse flickering in my neck. I’m just about to give in to both my desires and hers when she slides off my lap to the floor in front of me.
She runs her fingertips up my thighs and separates my legs before those soft delicate hands find my dick. She rubs me through my boxers, and I assume she’s preparing to free me from my briefs, but instead, she raises up on her knees and presses her lips to my cock through the fabric. I lean back to get a better look at her and just as her eyes meet mine she runs her sinful tongue along the fabric. Spit finds the corners of her mouth as she sucks me through my underwear. She completely wets the fabric, leaving a dark wet spot on the navy briefs. “Do you want it?” I ask her. My voice is hoarse with the way I’m trying to restrain myself. I’m at war at this moment with how easy I gave in to Stassia’s seduction. I told myself, last night was the last time and here I am letting her perfect brown eyes and perfect brown nipples sway me into letting her ride my cock until I come inside of her.
She frees my cock and stands, straddling me again and sliding herself agonizingly slow down my length. I groan with every inch she takes of me and the second she’s completely full of me, with that delectable ass resting against my thighs she begins to move up and down using my shoulders as leverage.
She’s been having sex for two days and she’s a fucking goddess. Jealousy surges through me at the thought that someone else will get to see this side of her. That despite the caveman attitude I’ve had, she isn’t mine.
She’s mine in this moment.
That’s all I have.
This weekend.
This moment.
I palm her smooth ass, pulling her harder against me with every downward stroke. Her eyes are staring straight at me and I blink away, hating that she has the ability to see too much. To seeeverything.To see that I’m struggling just as much with this being the end of us. That it’s the end before there was ever really a beginning.
“Stay with me, baby,” she whispers, pulling my face back to her. “Don’t think about what comes after this. Stay in the moment. It’s just you and me and nothing else matters.”
But that’s the thing. Everything matters. We have a whole life at home that matters. A life full of people who will absolutely find fault with the fact that we spent an entire weekend fucking all over the beach house I bought for her mother.
I am the fucking worst. Not only to the memory of her mother, but to Stassia, to my in-laws that see me as the son they never had, and to every single person that deemed me trustworthy.
