Beth released a groaning cry of orgasm as Cliff drove his cock into her from behind. He reached his own orgasm only moments later, his hands clutching her bare shoulders as he slammed into her repeatedly. Her face pressed against the rear cushion of his couch, her knees only beginning to ache from where she knelt on all fours on the floor of Cliff's apartment.
"Oh... fuck!" he groaned as he came, putting both hands on her ass as he went deep for the last few long, slow strokes. Beth savored it, her whole body quivering as she let the orgasm wash over her. She laughed in the aftermath, shuddering with delight.
He lingered a few moments before pulling out. She rolled over and hiked herself onto the sofa, fully naked. He flopped down beside her. They observed the scattered articles of their clothing, thrown with abandon all over the hardwood floor.
"That was unexpected," Cliff said, gasping.
"I hope you don't mind," Beth answered, pushing sweaty hair out of her eyes. "I needed to relieve some tension."
Cliff looked over at her, his gaze traveling up and down her nude body, as if committing every curve to memory. She smiled and angled toward him a little so he could get a better view. She found she liked it when he looked at her.
"I don't mind," he said. "You know, I've wanted you since high school, when you were on the cheerleading squad. I had a pretty big crush on you."
"You did? Oh my god. I hope it was worth the wait."
"It was," Cliff said. "Drink?"
"Sure." She lounged for a few moments while Cliff padded naked to the wet bar to fix them drinks, then decided to find her underwear and get at least partially dressed. By the time he came back with tumblers in hand, she'd put on her bra and underwear.
"I have to tell you something," Cliff said. He sat down next to her and handed over the gin and tonic. Her favorite. Had he known that all these years? She sipped and admired the view of his naked body as he leaned back into the sofa. Cliff looked good naked. Better than she'd imagined. He was better at sex than she'd imagined, too. She'd shown up at his door with a faint hope they might get a little drunk and hook up, to blow off some of the tension she felt about Melinda. But they hadn't even gotten as far as a drink. They'd attacked each other as naturally as breathing.
"Please don't tell me you're feeling guilt over Melinda," Beth said. "You two are non-exclusive, and she's not in any position to judge anyone's sexual escapades."
"It's not that," Cliff said. "Although I do feel a little bad. Her car broke down. Apparently it's done for. I ended up giving her a ride home from work."
"Oh crap," Beth said. "How's she going to get to and from work?"
"That's the thing. She needs a new car, and she knows she can't afford it. She asked me if my, uh, client would be interested in some more naughty photos of her with a family member."
Beth, in the middle of a sip, nearly spit it out. "Really? What did you say?"
"I gave it a little time and then texted her yes. I'm not going to let her go without a car. But there's-"
"Oh my God," Beth interrupted. "Is she going to go further with Dylan? Do you think she'll pose with Justin? Do you think Justin even knows yet? This is all getting so depraved, it's amazing."
"That's what I wanted to tell you," Cliff said. He stood up and started gathering his clothes. "She asked if the 'client' would be interested in posing with you."
Beth stared at him. "Oh. Oh, wow. That actually makes sense."
Cliff hiked up his jeans. "What does?"
"She came to me the other night. We'd had this online conversation about - okay, well it wasn't a conversation. It's too complicated to get into. Anyway, she confessed she'd long had some... carnal feelings for me she'd wanted to explore, and I confessed the same thing-"
"Oh, really," he said.
"Yeah. And we kissed a little. But she stopped before it went any further. I think she spooked herself."
"That hardly seems like her. She doesn't back down from much of anything, from what I've seen."
"Yeah," Beth said, sipping her drink thoughtfully. "Maybe she just didn't want things to get too complicated too fast."
"Well, they're goddamn complicated now," Cliff said. "Her and Dylan, maybe you and her, you and I..."
"You and I aren't complicated," Beth said. She reached for her clothes, deciding it was time to get dressed. "I just needed a little relief. We're not getting engaged or anything."
He finished his drink at one long slug. "Settle down. I'm just saying, Melinda might feel like it changes things, especially if we tell her there's no client and it's you and I putting up the money for her incestuous photo shoots."
"Fuck," Beth said, pulling her tank top over her head. "You're right, it's complicated. Why couldn't she just let us give her some goddamn money? I just hope it doesn't get worse."
Beth's phone beeped. She picked it up. A text from her sister. "It's Melinda. She wants to talk."
Cliff's smile was both amused and a little smug. "Is it worse yet?"
# # #
That evening, Melinda made arrangements via text for Beth to come over the following afternoon. It was Beth's day off, and Melinda was taking a sick day so she could try to arrange some short-term transportation. It would probably involve a payday loan, but she wasn't too worried about it right now. She was still feeling the rush of Dylan ambushing her in the bathroom.
She thought it would settle her libido down a bit; instead, it just ramped it up. Dylan, perhaps a little embarrassed or worried he might reveal something damning by accident, retreated to his bedroom. That left Melinda alone with Justin in the living room.
For the next two hours, she searched for new ways to tease him. She had already chosen to wear the short kimono with nothing underneath. It was tied securely, but if she bent down or reached too far over her head, Justin would pretty much see everything.
So Melinda moved carefully, but not too carefully. She did a few dishes, leaning over just far enough when putting the silverware away, or reaching up to replace the bowls in the cupboard. She tidied up the living room, walking through his field of vision as he played his game. She made a point of being in the kitchen when he paused to get a drink, so she could brush her body past his as he foraged in the fridge for a soda.
Justin noticed. He was a little subtler than his brother, perhaps because of the two years he had on Dylan - but she saw him stealing a glance or two. Once, as she pretended to check her email while standing, she caught him staring longingly at her ass in the reflection of the monitor.
Melinda decided not to go too much further, despite how much she was enjoying the game. She sat down to play Tertiary Existence on the laptop, half-facing Justin while he gamed on the sofa. She did, however, let her robe loosen a little bit, the heat of the evening creating a sheen of sweat on her pale skin, making the inner curves of her breasts glisten in the light of the monitors. She put one leg up on the ottoman to reveal just the amount of thigh.
Their eyes met once, as she looked to see if he was checking her out just as he looked back. She smiled, and he looked quickly back to his game. A few moments later, he pulled off his headphones and stood up.
"It's late," he declared. "I'm going to go to bed."
"Kiss goodnight?" Melinda asked as he turned toward the hallway. She wanted much more than a kiss, but she'd settle for that much.
Justin turned back, looking at her from across the room, hands curled into loose fists at his sides. For a moment, she thought he might refuse, and the thought of the rejection stung her with fear. Had she pushed him too far? Her mind began frantically rewinding to try to find the exact moment she'd gone wrong with everything-
But then he spoke.
"Sure," he said, and weaved his way between the sofa and the piles of books and boxes that littered the living room floor. She put aside her laptop, not bothering to turn aside the game on her screen, which featured an incestuous workplace tryst between a father, his daughter, and the uncle for whom she worked.
Justin leaned down and kissed her on the cheek, his lips lingering a moment longer than usual. As he pulled back, she turned her face toward his, trying to read his expression. Justin had always been tough to read, ever since he was young, and now he was no different - still waters running deep, his gaze intense but masked.
The intensity of the moment scared her a little - what if he was angry with her for teasing him like this? But instead she gambled and gave him a hopeful look, biting her lower lip.
He leaned in again, silently, and kissed her on the mouth. Their lips parted, and his tongue sought hers. She whimpered a little, her heart hammering in her chest. They'd barely exchanged a word. The kiss deepened, and he made an animal noise deep in the back of his throat. Hearing it, Melinda became wet almost instantly.
Justin's hands slid under the silk of her kimono, found one breast. He squeezed, fingers finding the nipple expertly, pinching hard enough to send a jolt of pleasure through her. She gasped, her mouth still locked with his. His other hand found her hair, curled into a fist, holding her in place. Melinda's entire body tingled with arousal and the thrill of breaking taboo afresh. She whimpered.
"I know you've been teasing me," he whispered in her ear. His hand still squeezed her breast, fingers caressing the sweat-slick flesh. "I know you're doing this on purpose." He pulled her head back by the hair and kissed her neck. He wanted her. She wanted him. Her son. Her heart pounded, thinking of it. It hadn't been like this with Dylan, who had been shy and accommodating and almost passive by comparison. He was fierce, forceful.
"Justin," she whispered. She couldn't think of what to say next. Please, perhaps...
As he bent over her, she could see his erection through his shorts, large and stiff. It looked uncomfortable. It was so close. She reached to touch it -
