Chapter 4: Bridging the generation gap
The Carolina summer seemed to pass by like a lazy river flowing down to the ocean. Spring was a distant memory, as was when Roz had moved into the house. She was now as much a part of this house as any of the other things in it. All thoughts of her finding a place of her own place were long forgotten. Nor did we even bother to pretend she was looking anymore! Everyone seemed more than happy to accept that she was a permanent fixture here.
I had gotten back into my writing with a renewed vigor that my publisher was quite pleased with. She told me that the new, more risqué storyline was delightfully naughty, and assured me that it would draw in a whole new group of readers; as well as keep the old ones clamoring for more! As a show of good faith in her predictions for the new novel, she gave me a huge advance on the books forecasted sales. I was left speechless at the amount of money she had advanced me, and hoped she was right in her assessment of the books success!
To say the least, we both had sadly underestimated its popularity; the book went to the "Best Sellers" list within the first two weeks of publication! Within a month over six million copies had been printed, and there was an order for the printing of more, being drafted for overseas sales. I was stunned by the success of this one book! My publisher begged me to write a follow-up, and I could see no reason not to.
Roz was thrilled by my sudden popularity, and was more than glad to show me how proud she was of me at every given chance, when we had privacy. Although, I must admit since it's release, that time was quickly becoming less and less since I was now being booked for book signing engagements and appearances. I was never really comfortable with being someone in the public eye, but in order to increase sales, my publisher insisted on "a few" signing dates. It turned out to be sixteen dates in as many cities nationwide!
"My little Jack has become quite a popular celebrity!" Roz whispered as she snuggled close to me on the sofa. "Just don't let all this popularity go to your head Cuz!"
Roz was wearing a silk nightshirt I had bought her with the some of the advance money. It was a dark maroon color with a plunging neckline that showed off her gorgeous cleavage, to my advantage. The shirt came just short of covering her ass, and was very form fitting. Other than that, she wore nothing but a smile for me, when we had a chance to be alone. Roz always chastised me about the gifts I bought for her, saying I had better things to do with my money than spend it on her. I pointed out to her that, I no longer had any real responsibilities to speak of, and she would just have to get used to the idea, that I loved getting her things.
"You'll just have to deal with me wanting to spoil you Roz", I said as I traced my finger down her spine. "After all, without my wonderful cousin to give me inspiration, this book and it's popularity would never have happened!" I explained.
"Just don't expect me to come running, like some doe-eyed floozy every time you twitch a finger my way Jack! I may be in love with you but, I can still kick you ass anytime!" she giggled into my neck.
"Oh really? Want to back that little statement up?" I said tickling her sides.
She jumped up and took a few steps back from the sofa and with a sultry look, shimmied out of the shirt letting it pool around her ankles. The sight of her perky tits sliding out from behind the silk shirt, nipples hard and calling for attention, was all my cock needed to spring to life. The contour of her shapely hips, the curve of her well toned legs, the subtle lines still visible on her mid-drift, all just added to the stiffness of my now fully aroused member.
"You ready to take another shot at the title, Jack?" she purred. Just for effect, she struck a models pose, thrusting out her hips, legs apart, in an un-inhibited invitation to heaven.
"Yeah? Roz your going to wish you had stayed in bed today! I think I'm in a marathon kind of mood!" I said pulling my shirt over my head.
For her part, Roz just continued to move in a seductive way, as I stripped off the remnants of my clothes. She got a devilish look on her face and said, "Tell you what Jack, you can fuck me if you can catch me!" With that she was off like a shot, heading for the back door and the large deck out in the open air of the back yard.
