Rick leaned back against the headboard of the bed. Chandra sat on his lap, facing him. His hard cock rested against her belly. Sunlight filtered in through the closed blinds of his bedroom window. The house remained silent. He could hear the ticking of the old-fashioned clock on the dresser.
"So you want to fuck your niece?" Chandra's hand pressed his cock into the soft flesh of her stomach.
"I didn't say that." He stroked her nipple. "I can't help getting hard as a rock when Penny walks into the room. I wish I could change it."
"Have you told her?" Chandra ran her fingers over the head of his dick.
"Of course not. You look like Penny." He studied her face, still circling her nipple with his finger. "Your nose is different, though."
Chandra laughed. "So you're fucking me because I look like Penny?"
"Probably."
"Oh, that's just too hot, Rick. We can pretend I'm her, then. Just give in to your fantasies and call me Penny."
"That might exacerbate the problem."
"Or it could give you a release from it." She grinned. "And I like to role play."
Yes, she did, Rick thought. That was one of the more pleasant aspects of fucking Chandra. She'd become whoever you wanted her to be. "You missed your calling. You should have been an actress."
"I like being a secretary. I get to meet the hottest men that way." She grinned and rubbed his cock. "So what do you want to do, Uncle Ricky? Do you want to fuck my tight little pussy?" She moved off his lap. "Or should I give your hard cock a good sucking first?"
"Whatever you feel like doing." He slid down so his head rested on the pillow. "My wife won't be home until five, so we've got the entire afternoon."
"This is so naughty, Rick. Fucking your niece behind your wife's back. I think I might come just from thinking about it." She swirled her tongue over the head of his cock.
Rick didn't answer, just closed his eyes at the sudden lurch of sensation. Perhaps he shouldn't have confessed his problem to Chandra, but he had to tell someone. He certainly couldn't tell Annie, his wife. She'd call him a pervert and toss him out on his ear. Nor could he discuss the issue with Joe, his brother.
Chandra's mouth descended over Rick's cock. Warm, wet, it pulled at him. The sharp edges of her teeth grazed his shaft, and he opened his eyes. Her cheeks hollowed out with suction. Her lips, wide and rose red, circled his dick. Yes, she did look like Penny, he thought. He could see Penny doing this. The thought made his balls ache.
He arched up into her mouth, grabbing the sheets beside him to keep from clutching at her hair.
She took hold of the shaft and slid her fist up and down. Her lips slid from the head. "Come for me, Uncle Ricky. Then you can lick Penny's sweet little pussy until she comes all over your face." Her tongue swiped at his cock, and then she engulfed it again with her mouth.
He shuddered. The ring of her throat closed over the head.
The bedroom door opened.
"Oh, God – Annie!" Rick arched and a spit of come shot from his cock just as Chandra pulled her lips away. It seemed to fall in slow motion to land on his belly.
The bedroom door shut again. This time it slammed shut. He could hear Annie's footsteps stomping down the stairs. "Get dressed," he said. A hollow space in his stomach made him want to retch. "And leave by the front door. I'll get her into the kitchen so you can avoid her."
"I'll talk to her if you want," Chandra said as she pulled on her shirt. All the playfulness had left her voice. She sounded sad now. "She can scream at me and call me a slut if it helps."
"No. It's better if I handle it." He stood, stepped into his jeans, fastened them, and then headed for the door. Chandra followed him down the stairs, exiting through the front door as he headed for the kitchen.
Annie was already there. She had a bottle of beer in her hand and a scowl on her face. No tears yet, he thought. They'd come soon enough. Dressed for work, she wore a dark suit coat, a skirt, and a frilly white blouse she'd bought last week. Her makeup looked perfect. She always looked perfect for work. He preferred her all warm and cozy in bed, long hair down and curling in complete disorder. He'd better talk fast if he wanted to have her that way again.
"How long?" she asked. The words came out in two sharp stabs.
"A few months." He waited for the next stab.
"Get out." The words didn't stab – they floated out into the air and caught him like a left hook to the jaw.
"Wait a minute..." He took a step toward her.
"I mean it, Rick. Get out and don't come back." She took a drink of the beer and then upended it into the sink. "I'll file for divorce in the morning."
The hollow feeling in his stomach filled with bile. Divorce? That was too quick. She should have screamed, hit him, tossed the beer at him – something. Instead, she strode past him like a model on the runway and headed upstairs. A door slammed shut. He scowled at the ceiling. Damn it. He'd done it this time and an apology wasn't going to work with an offense this big. She needed time to cool down, time to think about it before he tried to talk her out of a divorce.
He headed up the stairs and looked into the bedroom.
A wad of sheets hit him in the head. "Take these with you!"
All right, so she was winding up to it. Fine. If she'd just screech at him and get it over with, he might be able to calm her down enough to listen. He stood motionless in the doorway, watching her pace back and forth.
"I told you to get out."
That wasn't a screech. It was a monotone command.
"Where am I supposed to go?" he asked softly.
"I don't really care. Go with your girlfriend."
"She already left."
Annie stopped pacing, turned to stare at him, and shook her head. "Go to Joe's then. I just want you out of here."
The dead look in her eyes turned him away. He went back to the kitchen, pulled the phone from its charger, and dialed his brother's number.
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Rick started the car, glanced up at the house, and then pulled it slowly out of the drive. Damn it, he thought. Damn it, damn it, and double damn it. He turned toward Joe's house and gunned it down the street. The car rounded the corner too swiftly, and he took his foot off the gas. "Shouldn't be driving in this state," he muttered, but didn't stop. It wasn't all that far, and he could make it.
He forced his hands to loosen on the wheel and turned the corner onto the main street between his house and Joe's. Annie couldn't be serious, he thought. A divorce? She didn't even try to talk about it. Just kicked him out like a stray dog after two years. Granted, he'd spent most of the last year trying to ignore Chandra's thinly veiled attempts at seduction, but he'd only given in three months ago. Annie didn't want to know any of that. She just wanted him out.
"Damn it." He thumped the heel of his hand on the steering wheel.
The road curved, and he slowed the car. "You're just lucky there isn't a cop out here," he told himself. The speedometer read sixty, and the sign said forty-five. A female cop would toss the book at him, he thought. She'd side with Annie, tell him what a loser he was, and lock the barred door behind him.
He slowed further to take the turn into Joe's neighborhood. Familiar houses appeared. Joe lived in their dad's old house. Rick knew most of the neighbors from childhood. He picked up speed again and the old house appeared at the end of the street before he slowed down. Ivy-covered brick, shuttered windows, and the large porch seemed like a haven. He pulled into the drive, parked the car, and headed to the kitchen door.
Joe waited for him, two open beers on the table. "So what happened?"
Rick slumped into the yellow, fifties style chair and picked up the beer. "She wants a divorce," he said. He hadn't told Joe anything over the phone, just asked permission to go over and talk.
"What did you do?" Joe raised his bottle to his lips. His grey eyes studied Rick. "Or should I ask 'who did you do'?"
"Chandra."
"Jesus, Ricky. Can't you keep your dick in your pants?"
"Apparently not." He sighed, and some of the anger faded. "Am I that bad, Joey? I didn't cheat on her until three months ago."
"For you, that means true love." Joe set the bottle on the table and leaned back. "Take some advice, little brother. Don't get married again."
"Why do you think I didn't get married before that?" At thirty-eight, he thought he'd waited long enough. "I need a place to stay, Joe. She'll freeze my bank account until we finalize it. The credit card, too, probably. She's pretty angry."
"What about staying with Chandra?"
Rick shook his head. "Much as I like to fuck her, living with her would drive me crazy." He paused. "And that would just make Annie worse, I think."
"No hope of reconciliation, then?"
"Maybe, if I wait it out."
Joe nodded, and fingered the beer on the table, staring at it thoughtfully. "So how long would you want to stay?"
"However long it takes to finalize the divorce, or get her to be reasonable."
