*All characters involved in sex scenes are 18 or above. Comments and feedback are welcomed. *
Dinner was how it would seem like on any other day.
My aunt Belinda would coax her sons into eating their vegetables, commending them if they do and threatening them with no TV if they don't. When my aunt wasn't attending to her sons, she was conversing with Grace on school, what she learned and what she did on her day, to which Grace only responded with casual indifference. Meanwhile, my uncle Tim and I chatted about anything that came to our minds, such as cars, sports and news in the business world. It would seem like a normal dinner in my relatives' household.
Except it was not. At least not to me and not to Grace.
"Is it big enough?"
I blinked. Then I blinked again until I realized Tim was staring at me. "Huh? What?"
"Is the office big enough for you?" my uncle asked more pointedly.
"Oh," I said, setting my mind straight. I waved a dismissive hand. "It doesn't really matter to me. I don't need much room. All I need is a place where I can work on your books. That's about it."
"Alright. Just give Mary the books back when you're done."
I frowned. "You could just switch to electronic. That's what most accountants are using now."
Tim shook his head. "No thanks. I don't trust computers enough to keep years of accounts safe."
"Honey," Belinda scolded. "Will is just trying to help you."
"Yes," Tim conceded. "But he's still my employee."
"But if you treat him like a dog, he'll unionize the entire staff against you."
I tried a smile on my face. "Good idea. Our first demand would be higher wages and less working hours for us all."
Lately, my uncle had been giving me his account books, gradually letting me become acquainted with the finances of his hotel business. For the first couple of months, he's had me doing manual labor - tasks more fit for housekeepers - calling it a 'breaking-in' stage to let me get familiar with the everyday affairs of his business. This did not make remote sense to me since my dad had previously explained to my uncle that I was already a certified CPA from college before I came down across states and over a thousand miles from the north to work for him on his books. If he knew that, then Tim wasted two months of time neglecting my resume.
Maybe he wanted to see how hard or how smart my work ethics were. Maybe he needed another pair of hands to help with the maintenance of the hotel. Either way, those two months were worth the wait for better work. And better work meant better pay than what I was making before, which Tim had already accommodated as soon as he started setting me up with his account books and promised more pay raises later down the line. And a better pay adds bountifully more to my savings account that my dad had transferred all the way from New York City, which was meager to begin with.
Technically, I could afford to move out a month ago to an apartment or, at the very least, find a hotel to crash at. But it was more practical to just bunk out with my uncle's family because I was living with relatives for free without paying rent until I'm financially secure. I wasn't going to ask my uncle if I could steal one of his hotel rooms for me to live out in because that would be interfering with his business. However, as much as I appreciated them for letting me live with them, I came to Florida to start a life, not live off like a leech and get scolded out by my parents of being a freeloader again, just in a different household. Tim and Belinda said they didn't mind their nephew living with them, but I was not inclined to put that statement to the test. As soon as I was certain beyond belief that I was more than monetary secure enough with a very large savings account for a rainy day, I was going to move out without overstaying my welcome.
Before, I had no qualms of leaving. Now though, I just didn't know what to do with Grace.
She was perched in her chair, cutting into the baked chicken her mother had worked on cooking for the whole family, wearing a thin, black tank-top and blue sports shorts that left the skin of her legs and thighs bare. Usually, sitting next to her had my heart beating faster and my cock twitching. Now, being so close to her had my dick hardened immediately and a storm of dirty thoughts raging in my mind.
"What are you going to do for the weekend, sweetheart?" Tim asked Grace.
His daughter sat up straighter. "The mall. They have a huge clearance sale over there for the week. I'm going with my friends to see if we can find any good deals before they run out."
"The mall?" Belinda sighed. "Shouldn't you be more focused on school? I know it's just the first month, but you need to concentrate on your studies. This is your final year before college."
Grace pouted. "Mom, I already did my ACT and SAT. Remember? All I got to do is apply for a college and that's it. And I don't have work at Dad's business anymore, now that summer's over. Might as well spend the money I earned."
"Just listen to your mom, Grace," Tim told her. "Just because this is your last year, that doesn't mean it's time to relax."
Grace sneaked an eye-roll at me. I just raised my eyebrows at her.
"Any plans you have for the weekend, Will?" my aunt asked.
I shook my head. "Not really. Stay home or go to the gym." It was all I could do, really. Used to be, whenever I grew tired of searching and applying for jobs in New York and just wanted a day to cool off, I would go with my friends to a bar or a nightclub to drink and forget the troubles in our daily lives. If we were lucky, one of us would find a girl to fuck her brains out at a hotel room in a hot one-night stand. But those friends were several states away and going out alone was not as fun as it was with friends. So, all I was doing with my free time were playing with Shawn or Tristian, pumping steel at the neighborhood gym until I'm pouring sweat or wander the city or neighborhood aimlessly.
"Why don't you come with me?"
I turned to Grace, an edge of the smile forming on her full lips. "Why?" I said. "I don't need to buy clothes or anything else."
Grace shrugged. "Something to do than just sitting at home. You can walk around with me and my friends and see what you like to buy."
"Yes. That's a good idea," Belinda encouraged. "You need to get some fresh air or you'll go crazy sitting around in the house."
I glanced at my uncle, who merely shrugged back. "If you're not doing anything, might as well do something new. You've been working hard for weeks now. Relax a little and enjoy yourself. It gets tiring sitting around in the house sometimes."
"Exactly," Grace responded enthusiastically. "So, what do you think?"
I gave Grace a long look before saying, "Alright. I'll go. When do we leave?"
Grace brightened up. "Tomorrow. I want to be there as soon as possible. So, we're going to leave after breakfast."
I looked at my cousins, Shawn and Tristian. "Any of you want cinnamon buns?" I asked them. "I can get one for each of you."
Shawn's toothy grin was wide. "Okay," he said while his younger brother Tristian bobbed his head in an eager nod, neither of them noticing the disapproving and deepening scowl on their mother's face.
After dinner was finished, Tim went into his office to send a few emails to his associates while Belinda and her sons were in the living room, debating fiercely on what TV shows to stream for Shawn and Tristian to watch. Grace retreated into her room to do what little homework she had before going to bed, leaving me alone in the kitchen to wash the dishes from today's dinner. With gloves and scrub, I rinsed the residue off the plates and set them on the rack next to the sink to let them dry overnight until they were sparkling clean.
Despite otherwise, my thoughts were anything but clean.
It had been a week since I had found Grace's secret porn stash. A week since Grace asked me to fuck her. A week since she had begged me to turn her into my personal fuck toy, a slutty hole to do whatever I want at any given time I choose.
To say that I had not lived up to her last request would be pathetic.
Having rough sex with my cousin had just fried my mind, a figurative drug that put me on sexual high clouds before reality set back in and I dumbfoundedly realized the incest that had happened. The shock of my cousin becoming a whore out of nowhere and asking me to have incest sex with her flipped my entire world upside down to the point that I thought that day was nothing but a blissful dream. While it was certainly blissful, I knew I was in denial and, deep down, it wasn't a dream. If she wasn't family, it would have been an entirely different matter. But she was and, despite having done it a week ago, that fact alone was enough to have me hesitating on pushing my dick into her pussy again.
And even if I wasn't being a coward or had too many questions to contend with, life quickly got in the way of a good thing, with me going to work and Grace returning to school, back to our mundane routines. Anytime we saw each other, at nights before going to bed or in the mornings before we got into our cars, we pretended like usual cousins and ignored the fact that we did not just have sex last week. And every night, when I'm not too busy sleeping uncomfortably with a hard-on in my pants, I had to fight the explosive urge to rise up from slumber, walk over to Grace's bed and fuck her out of her sleep.
