Wicked Whispers Pt 04

Wicked Whispers

by Serena Vayne

The Tennessee sun hung low and heavy, casting long shadows over the farmhouse as Jake leaned against the kitchen counter, a cold Miller Lite sweating in his hand. Lily bustled around the sink, her nightie hugging her curves, but his eyes weren't on her like usual--they were restless, flicking between her and Tom, who sat stiff on the porch nursing a beer. Something was off--had been for days. Her quick flinches when Tom got too close, his dad's awkward shuffles, those heavy glances that lingered too damn long. What the fuck's goin' on? Jake thought, stomach twisting with a sour mix of dread and suspicion, heart thudding hard against his ribs. She's my wife... he's my dad... no way they're...

But the thought wouldn't quit--her flushed cheeks last night, Tom trailing too close, that shaky "just hot, babe" excuse that rang hollow. His mind churned, picturing her hands on Tom, his grizzled paws on her tits, and it scared the shit outta him, made his gut roil, but fuck if his cock didn't twitch too, a twisted heat creeping up he couldn't kill. I'm goin' nuts... but what if it's real? Panic clawed his chest, breaths short as he crushed the can, aluminum buckling under his grip. He had to know--had to catch 'em, or he'd lose his damn mind wondering.

"Yo, Tommy!" he hollered, forcing a grin as his kid brother bounded in, grease-streaked and buzzing.

"Hell yeah, bro--Bobby's parties are the shit!" Tommy whooped, fist pumping, after Jake said, "Bobby's got a bonfire goin' at Miller's Lake tonight--beers, burgers, the works. You down?"

Jake nodded, turning to Lily and Tom, voice steady but eyes sharp. "Babe, Dad--we're headin' out. Gonna be late as hell, might crash there. You good holdin' down the fort?" he asked.

Lily flashed a tight smile, hands stalling in the sink. "Yeah, hon... have fun," she replied.

Tom grunted, "Sure, son," his beer trembling faintly as he sipped.

Jake clapped Tommy on the back, leading him to the truck, but as they climbed in, he leaned close, voice low. "Might dip early, man--got somethin' to check at home. Drop me off quiet, cool?" he whispered.

Tommy shrugged, oblivious, cranking the engine. "Your funeral, dude," he said. The pickup roared off, gravel crunching, Jake's mind a storm--fear, anger, and that sick thrill swirling as he hatched his plan. Gotta see it... gotta know.

An hour later, Jake slipped away from the bonfire's edge, muttering some bullshit about a stomachache, parking the truck a quarter mile from the farmhouse behind a thicket of pines. He crept back on foot, boots silent on the dirt, heart hammering as he eased the screen door open, the house dark save for a soft glow upstairs--their bedroom. A low groan hit his ears, muffled but raw, and his stomach dropped. Fuck... no... He climbed the stairs slow, each creak a stab in his chest, praying he was wrong but knowing he wasn't. The bedroom door stood ajar, and he peeked through, blood roaring as the sight slammed him--Lily on her knees, nightie bunched at her waist, lips wrapped tight around Tom's massive cock, sucking slow and deep, moaning soft like she was savoring every inch.

Tom loomed over her, grizzled hands in her hair, groaning, "Fuck... Lily... your mouth's fuckin' heaven..."

Jake froze, world tilting, horror crashing through him--My wife... my dad... this can't be real... His knees shook, bile rising, but his cock swelled hard, a sick heat pulsing he couldn't stop. He stood rooted, watching as Lily pulled back, spit trailing, grinning up at Tom.

"So damn big, Mr. Tom... love tastin' you..." she said.

Tom growled, hand sliding to her tit, squeezing through the nightie. "Goddamn perfect tits... let me feel 'em, darlin'," he rasped.

She nodded, gasping, "Just that... no more," as he slipped under the fabric, kneading her soft mounds, thumb flicking her nipple 'til she moaned louder.

"Wanna fuck you so bad... bend you over right here," he rasped, voice thick with need, but Lily shook her head firm, pulling back.

"No, Mr. Tom--hands and mouth, that's it. Gotta stay safe," she said.

Jake's breath hitched--She's holdin' back... she ain't givin' him everything... Relief cut through the chaos, a lifeline he clung to, softening the rage into something he could swallow. But the sight--her sucking again, Tom's hips bucking--"Fuck... Lily... I'm gonna..."--lit him up, cock throbbing as cum spilled into her mouth, dripping down her chin.

She swallowed, laughing shaky, "Damn... so much again..."

Jake bolted downstairs, slipping out silent, collapsing against the truck hood, panting, mind a mess--She's still mine... but fuck, that was hot... The fear lingered, jagged and raw, his cock still hard as he stumbled back to the bonfire, needing a drink to drown the chaos.

The fire crackled loud at Miller's Lake, flames licking the night sky as Tommy and Bobby sprawled on busted lawn chairs, beers in hand, laughing sloppy from the buzz. Jake grabbed a fresh Miller Lite, downing it fast, the alcohol hitting like a freight train as he sank beside them, mind still spinning from Lily and Tom.

Tommy, red-faced and swaying, sloshed his can, words spilling loose under the beer's grip. "Man, my new chick--Sarah--she's a fuckin' goddess. Blonde, big ol' tits bouncin' when she rides me, tightest pussy I ever fucked--sucks me off 'til I'm seein' stars. Heard she's bangin' some bartender downtown--buddy caught 'em makin' out last week--but fuck it, I ain't quittin' that hole. Too damn good, man--I'd crawl back for it any day," he said, he laughed, sloppy and loud, the booze stripping him bare.

Jake's throat tightened, but he forced a grin, voice rough. "You just let her fuck around like that?" he asked.

Tommy shrugged, eyes glassy, chugging more beer. "Hell yeah, bro--after my ex gutted me, I quit carin'. Sarah's a wildcat--sexy as sin. If she's screwin' some dude, whatever--I just pound her harder, keep her screamin' my name. Less bullshit that way, more fuckin'," he replied.

Bobby, lanky with a mop of red hair, chuckled, tossing an empty into the flames. "Shit, Tommy's got it right. My wife's been takin' it from the neighbor--old fucker next door, gray as a damn mule. Snapped this one night," he said, he pulled out his phone, flashing a blurry pic--his wife, skirt hiked up, bent over their porch railing, the neighbor slamming into her, her mouth open in a silent scream.

Jake leaned in, gut lurching, cock twitching again as he stared. "Jesus, Bobby... how the hell'd you handle that?" he asked.

Bobby smirked, pocketing the phone, voice slurring thick from the beer. "Fuck, I lost it at first--raged for weeks, wanted to smash his goddamn face in. Planned to wait 'til our girl grew up, then ditch her ass. But then this new chick started at the shop--brunette, tight little body, big tits, married too but flirty as hell. Kept bendin' over in them short skirts, teasin' me 'til I couldn't take it. Fucked her in the break room one night--best damn lay I ever had. After that, I got it--me and the wife, we're the same, chasin' that itch. Told her 'bout it, she cried, said sorry for the neighbor, and we worked it out. She's got her old man, I got my coworker--we don't judge, just fuck around quiet. Funny thing? We're hornier than ever--bangin' like rabbits 'cause it lights us up," he said, he laughed, a loud, drunk cackle, and Tommy whooped, slapping his knee.

Jake's head buzzed, their stories sinking deep, the beer blurring the edges of his panic. Tommy grinned, leaning close, voice low and sloppy. "Hey, man... you worried Lily's steppin' out on ya? 'Cause damn, she's fine as hell--them big tits bouncin' in that nightie, tight ass swayin' when she walks. I'd fuck her 'til she couldn't stand if she wasn't your wife," he rasped.

Jake's cock jumped, a jolt of heat hitting him hard at Tommy's crude words, picturing Lily's curves under his brother's hands. Bobby chimed in, eyes glinting, "Shit, yeah--Lily's a fuckin' knockout. Got any sexy pics, man? Bet she's a screamer--lemme see her goods!"

The beer and their filthy talk pushed Jake over, a wild grin splitting his face as he fished out his phone, scrolling to a stash of nudes--Lily sprawled on their bed, legs spread, tits bare, pussy glistening. "Fuck it, here--look at this," he slurred, passing it over, cock throbbing as Tommy and Bobby crowded in, whistling low.

"Holy shit, bro--she's a goddamn dream. I'd eat that pussy 'til she begged," Tommy rasped, eyes dark with lust, a seed of twisted want for his sister-in-law taking root.

Bobby smirked, handing it back. "Fuckin' prime, Jake--if you ever wanna swap, my wife's game. Lily's too damn hot to keep to yourself," he said.

Jake laughed, buzzed and buzzing, the idea of Lily with them lighting him up, hưng phấn surging as he pocketed the phone. "Gonna head home, boys--catch ya later," he said.

Tommy waved him off, too drunk to care, and Jake drove back, mind clearer, their stories and crude lust a lifeline pulling him somewhere new.

That night, Lily curled beside him in bed, soft and clueless, her nightie hugging every curve. Jake's pulse raced, the secret burning, but he kept it cool, voice husky. "Babe... let's play a game tonight. You pick who I am--someone fuckin' you hard," he said.

Lily straddled him, eyes sparking, biting her lip as she whispered slow, "Okay... the old guy next door--grizzled, rough, been oglin' me too long..."

Jake's grin widened, catching the hint--she wanted Tom but dodged it, scared he'd catch on. He leaned close, voice low and deliberate. "Nah, babe--I'm Dad. Tom," he said.

Her eyes popped wide, a sharp gasp slipping out, pussy clenching hard, soaking her thong as shock and heat slammed through her. He knows... oh fuck, he knows... she thought, heart pounding, but the thrill took over, undeniable, her breath hitching as she stared at him.

Jake saw it--that raw, electric spark--and growled, yanking her down, lips crashing into hers, tongue deep as he shoved her nightie up, sucking a nipple slow, voice rough. "My dirty little daughter-in-law, huh? Takin' Daddy's big fuckin' cock... bet he loves this tight pussy..." he rasped.

Lily moaned loud, caught off guard but burning, grinding against him, voice shaky with need. "Oh... Daddy... so good... fuck me..." she gasped.

He slid a hand between her thighs, fingers brushing her dripping slit, teasing her clit as she gasped, "Yes... Daddy... please..."

He eased into her slow, inch by thick inch, groaning, "Fuck... your cunt's so perfect for Daddy... he stretch you out good, don't he?"

She arched, pussy clutching him tight, moaning, "Yeah... Daddy's so big... oh fuck, so good..." Her words spilled out, raw and desperate, as he picked up the pace, bed creaking, hands gripping her ass, pounding deeper.

"That's it... Daddy's hot little slut... takin' it like a champ..." he rasped, picturing her with Tom but owning it now, the image fueling him as she screamed, "Daddy... yes... I'm gonna..."

Her pussy spasmed, juices gushing, soaking him as she came hard, trembling, Jake roaring as he unloaded deep, cum spilling out around him, both panting, tangled in sweat and sheets.

"Goddamn, babe... you're somethin' else," he panted, kissing her sloppy, that dark thrill settling into a new edge--a secret he'd wield, a fire he'd stoke his way.

Lily nestled into him, heart racing, mind spinning. He knows... and he's fuckin' into it... she thought, the climax lingered, hotter than ever, binding them tighter in a twisted, unspoken pact, the farmhouse creaking around them, whispering secrets they'd both learned to embrace.

The Tennessee night hung thick and sultry over the farmhouse, the air buzzing with crickets as Jake lay beside Lily, sheets twisted around his waist, sweat still beading on his chest from their last romp--that filthy roleplay where he'd growled "Daddy Tom," her moans ringing in his ears. She curled into his arm, soft and spent, her scent--musky, sweet, intoxicating--clinging to him, but his mind raced, restless. She fuckin' loved it... screamin' for Daddy... what if it was really him? The image burned--Tom's massive cock sliding into her tight, dripping pussy, her legs splayed wide, crying out for his dad--and his gut twisted, not with anger now, but a dark, electric thrill that stiffened his dick again. Would she take it all? Would she scream louder? He pictured her lost in it, pussy clenching around that beast, and fuck, it set him on fire, a curiosity itching he couldn't scratch.

He'd seen her with Tom--her lips sucking him deep, hands stroking that monster--but she'd drawn a line at fucking, kept it safe. Jake didn't wanna shove her over it, didn't wanna shatter the fragile dance between the three of them. Let 'em find their way... slow and natural, he thought, heart thudding with trust and a twisted hunger to see where it'd lead. He turned to her, voice low, casual but loaded. "Babe... Dad still jerkin' off with your panties? Like that first time?" he asked.

Lily stiffened, breath hitching, eyes darting to his in the dim glow, a flush creeping up her neck. "W-why you askin' that?" she stammered, dodging, but Jake's grin stayed easy, coaxing.

"Just curious, darlin'. Caught him once, ya know--poor old bastard's got nothin' else. How's it feel, knowin' he's still sniffin' 'em?" he pressed.

Her lips parted, caught between hiding and spilling, but his gentle push cracked her. "Yeah... he does," she admitted, voice soft, eyes dropping. "I... I leave 'em out sometimes--after a shower, all sweaty and damp. Wear skimpy stuff too--short shorts, tight tanks. Makes it... easier for him."

Jake's cock twitched, picturing Tom hunched over her thong, grizzled hand pumping, nose buried in her musky scent like a goddamn addict. "Shit... that's kinda pitiful, huh? Old man's stuck with just your panties to get by," he said, faking sympathy, but his tone dipped, suggestive. "Maybe you could... help him more, ya know? Guy's been through hell for me and Tommy."

Lily's eyes flashed, a mock scowl hiding the heat sparking in her core. "What the fuck, Jake? You serious? What'm I supposed to do?" she snapped, but her thighs squeezed together under the sheet, pussy pulsing, giving her away.

He leaned in, voice calm but charged. "Just... loosen up, babe. He's a man--lonely as hell. Could use your hand again, maybe flash him a little--them perfect tits, that sexy ass. Ain't gotta go crazy," he said.

Her breath hitched, caught off guard, but she didn't shut it down. "You're fucked up, Jake... you really want that?" she asked, softer now, testing, her mind spinning with flashes--Tom's hungry stare, his rough hands shaking.

Jake shrugged, keeping it light. "He's Dad--raised me, sacrificed everything. If it was some creepy neighbor or your damn boss, I'd lose it. But him? Feels... okay. Like sharin' you with him's a way to give back. Makes it easier somehow," he explained.

Lily stared, hazel eyes piercing his, piecing it together--his steadiness, that glint of heat in his gaze. She was sharp, rational, and needed the truth. "Jake... if I did--just sayin' if--fuck him for real, would it hurt you? Tell me straight," she demanded, her voice cut through, firm.

He swallowed, throat tight, but held her stare. "Nah, babe--not with him. I'd be pissed if it was some asshole off the street, but Dad? I'd handle it. And if he ever hurt you, or you felt off, I'd stop it dead--I'm your guy, Lily. Always," he said, his words were raw, solid, a promise that melted her defenses, easing the guilt she'd lugged around.

She paused, then pressed one last time, voice hushed but sharp. "You'd like it, wouldn't you? Me fuckin' someone else?" she asked.

Jake's heart slammed, caught, cock hardening as he fumbled. "You're goddamn amazing, Lily--I don't wanna share you with just anybody. But if it's somethin' you want, I'd go with it. Gotta admit... gets me goin' a little, thinkin' 'bout it," he confessed, his voice cracked, honest but veiled, and she saw it--love tangled with lust, a green light she'd craved.

A slow smile curled her lips, tension fading as they locked into a silent understanding, a pact sealed in the dark.

From then on, Lily shed her restraint like a second skin, moving through the farmhouse with a bold, teasing ease. One morning, Jake out tinkering with the truck, she slipped into a flimsy sundress--short, flared, no panties underneath--the hem barely grazing her thighs. Tom sat in the living room, nose in a beat-up paperback, silver hair glinting in the sun streaming through the window.

Lily sauntered over, pretending to dust the coffee table, bending low right in front of him, the dress riding up to bare her creamy ass and slick pussy, inches from his face. Tom's book dropped, eyes widening, breath hitching as he leaned in, nose flaring, sniffing her musky scent--sweet, raw, intoxicating.

"Fuck... Lily..." he rasped, voice thick, hands twitching to grab her swaying hips.

She glanced back, smirking sly. "Oops... dropped my rag," she teased, her ass wiggling as she stretched lower, pussy lips glistening, teasing him 'til he groaned low.

"You're a goddamn tease, darlin'..." he muttered, their eyes locked, a flirty spark dancing between them, but Jake's shadow loomed in the yard, boots crunching gravel, and she straightened fast, brushing the dress down, leaving Tom panting, cock straining in his jeans.

Later, in the kitchen, she scrubbed dishes, suds dripping down her arms, that same dress clinging to her curves. Tom crept up behind, pressing close, his hard-on--thick and heavy--nudging her ass through his jeans and her thin fabric, a hot, pulsing promise.

"Fuckin' hell... feel that?" he muttered, voice rough, one hand slipping under her hem, rough fingers grazing her bare slit, rubbing slow circles over her clit as she gasped.

"Mr. Tom... shit..." she breathed, her pussy soaked his hand, hips rocking into his touch, but Tommy's laugh echoed from the porch--"Jake, you see that spark plug?"--and Tom pulled back quick, muttering.

"Later, darlin'..." he said, as Lily bit her lip, thighs trembling, pussy dripping down her leg.

The games grew bolder, relentless--her flashing him in the hallway, skirt hiked to show her shaved mound, him copping a feel in the pantry, squeezing her tit 'til she moaned soft, "Harder..." They'd stop short when Jake or Tommy appeared, but the fear was gone, replaced by a reckless, electric thrill, a dance they couldn't quit.

Tom was a man unleashed--twenty years peeled off his weathered frame, a bounce in his step, laughter booming through the house, his grizzled face lit with a joy Jake hadn't seen since he was a kid. He'd linger near Lily, stealing touches--a graze across her lower back, a palm brushing her ass--every chance he got, voice warm and playful.

"You're too damn hot, darlin'..." he'd say.

Lily thrived on it, her smile radiant, her hips swaying with a sultry edge, that ripe, womanly scent rolling off her like a siren's call. Jake caught it too, cock stiffening every time she passed, her curves screaming sex, a pull he and Tom both craved. They'd trade sly winks over dinner--Jake's knowing, Tom's grateful--a rhythm settling in, thick with unspoken heat.

Then that night--the air sticky, oppressive, Jake jolted awake, hand reaching for Lily but finding her side cold. Where the hell's she at? he thought, pulse racing as he slid out, bare feet hitting the creaky floor.

Faint sounds drew him down the hall--a soft moan, a low grunt--seeping from Tom's room. The door hung ajar, and he peeked through, breath catching as the sight slammed him--Lily sprawled on Tom's bed, legs splayed wide, nightie bunched at her waist, Tom's silver head buried between her thighs, licking her pussy slow and deep.

"Oh... fuck... Mr. Tom..." she whimpered, hips bucking, hands tugging his hair as his tongue swirled her clit, lapping her juices, his grizzled jaw slick with her arousal.