Naughty Nubile Niece: Part One
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~~ All characters in this book are over 18. ~~
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Prologue: The Sins of the Mother
Twenty Years Ago...
She came to him in the dark, in the deepest hours of the night. As Jason felt the thin, narrow mattress sag, he started awake. "What..."
"Shhhh..." A finger covered his lips. "Be quiet."
"Jess?" He blinked at the red numerals on the alarm clock, that told him it was well after midnight. That, and the harsh white glare of the streetlight outside, arrowing in through gaps in the threadbare curtains, was the only light in his bedroom. "What are you doing here?"
"I couldn't sleep," his little sister said. Despite the steamy August heat that made the Illinois night a jungle-like hell, she snuggled closer to him. "And you've got something I want," she said, her voice trailing off on a throaty giggle. "Right here."
Jason flinched away from the searching fingers that groped towards his waist. Except for a pair of boxers, he was completely nude. The thunderstorms the weatherman had been promising for days still hadn't arrived, and his bedroom was a sauna. "Jessica, stop it. Mom and Dad will wake up. They'll hear us. And then..." He trailed off. His imagination couldn't even begin to deal with the repercussions of his parents discovering his little sister in bed with him. "What are you wearing?"
Jessica straightened. "Do you like it?" His night-accustomed eyes could make out the teardrop-shaped swells of his sister's breasts through the white lace. Jason looked away at the sight of her erect nipples, pressing boldly against the sheer cloth. "I had to promise Vern Watson a blow-job, but he gave me a ride over to the mall in Carbondale and bought it for me with his mom's credit card.
"I wish I would have had it for our first time," she said, looking down at her hands. "But this time will be better. Like a wedding night."
"Jessica." Jason sat up and rubbed his shaking hands across his face. "This is crazy. It was a mistake. We can't...can't keep doing this. Mom and Dad are right down the hall."
Jessica snorted softly. "Dad could sleep right through a tornado, Jase, unless he has to wake up to piss. And Mom is so damn tired after work that there's no way she's getting up before she has to. And don't say you don't want me," she added, with a significant look down at his groin. "Because I know that would be a lie."
Jason closed his eyes. It had been just one time. He had always been the oldest, his little sister's protector. When the youthful promise of her teenage body had been fulfilled, making her the most breathtakingly lovely girl in their small Illinois town, he had sworn he would never let anyone hurt her.
And he hadn't. But he had never counted on his own body becoming a traitor, either. Three nights ago, he had come home from his summer job at the local burger joint, reeking of grease and wanting nothing more than a shower to clean up and cool down. He had come out of the bathroom, a towel wrapped around his waist, to find Jessica in tears from a combination of worrying about what would happen when Jason left for his sophomore year at college in a few weeks and what was proving to be a nasty breakup with a jealous boyfriend.
Jason had sat down beside her in the bedroom she shared with their sister Ashley, tried to convince her that Grant wasn't worth the time and trouble to get worked up over, and assured her that no matter what, he was going to come back home from college on holidays, and probably quite a few weekends, too. Their parents and younger siblings were out grocery shopping, and during a lull in the conversation, Jessica's eyes had fallen to the gap in his towel, where his thigh was peeking through.
It had started with just a touch, a teasing graze on his leg, as Jessica's summer-blue eyes had looked up at him, filled with an emotion he couldn't quite interpret. But even that tiny caress had kindled a fire in his blood. Try as he might, Jason couldn't control the erection that made the towel lift up in an obscene tent. One touch had led to two, which had led to him putting his arm around her waist. And then a hug, and suddenly their clothes had been flying away, their lips locked in frantic, tongue-wet kisses, and Jason had taken his sexy little sister's virginity. Even at the end, when Jessica had been lying on his chest, keening as she slowly, slowly took him inside her body, her teeth clenched but her lips curled in an ecstatic smile, Jason had been telling himself they could stop.
But they hadn't, until a few minutes later, when he had erupted in a cataclysmic climax. Five minutes after
that,
while they were still trying to figure out what had happened, their father's wheezing pickup had rumbled up the potholed driveway and it had been a terrified scramble to put on enough clothes to look decent before Elliot Chapel stuck his head through the front door and shouted for Jason to get his lazy ass outside and help unload the groceries.
Jason had been avoiding his sister ever since. Whenever he had a moment or two to himself, he had tried to convince himself that it wasn't his fault. Jessica had been on top, after all. But in his heart he knew the truth. He had done something unforgivable, no matter what Jessica seemed to think about it, and it was only through sheer good luck they hadn't been caught.
"I do want you," he admitted quietly. But he put his hand out, keeping his sister at bay. "But we can't do it again, Jess. Can't you see that?"
She tossed her coal-black hair, almost invisible in the dark room. "All I can see is your boner." Before he could stop her, a hand darted out, wrapping around his erection. "Which is a good thing, because that's all I want to see." Even through his boxers, the heat of her fingers made him groan.
"There," Jessica whispered. "That's better." She swung a leg over his hip, straddling him. "Now, just be nice and quiet," she whispered, hiking up the hem of her negligee. "And little sister will give you a nice...treat. Oh, that's so good." Her fingers slipped through the slit in his boxers, fishing out his pounding cock. The heat of her sex seemed to radiate outward, and Jason bit his lip on a groan of ecstatic anguish as his sweet, nubile little sister rubbed her hot, wet lips on his shaft. "Just hold still," she gasped into his ear. "And I'll do everything. And you better," she added with some asperity, "last longer this time. I want to get off when you're inside me, not in bed three hours later like last time; all alone and hoping that Ashley can't hear me."
"No!" It took all Jason's strength, all his will, but somehow he placed his hands flat on Jessica's chest and shoved. His sister flew across the bed and landed with a heavy thump on the floor.
Jessica's mouth opened in mute dismay, and the two of them held still, waiting for the sound of movement from their parents' bedroom. Or from the basement, where Austin had removed himself five years back, living with the dust and the spiders. A long moment passed, but somehow the entire house slept on, unaware of what they were doing.
"What..."
"Shut up!" Jason hissed furiously, fear and self-disgust making his voice far harsher than he intended. "And try thinking with your head instead of your tits for once. Do you think if Mom and Dad catch us in bed together I am ever going to get out of this shithole town? Or that anyone in Marion will ever go out with you again, if they hear that you've been screwing your own brother? Everyone in town already thinks we're white trash, Jess. Do we really need to give them another reason to look down at us?"
"We
are
white trash, Jason." Jessica's lip curled. "Why don't you wake up and smell the coffee? Every time Dad gets a decent job he manages to piss off the boss and get fired. That's why Mom has to work her ass off just so we can pay the damn bills. And God help Austin. That little shit is going to be in jail before he's twenty, I bet.
"And, if you haven't noticed, I'm eighteen years old. I can make up my own mind about what I want. And what I want is you."
