Taylor and Me

"Homework," is the only word Taylor mutters one word upon entering the house. She disappears into her room, leaving me bewildered as I stand in the front room. I decide to finish the cleaning she started before I got up and end up doing a deep cleaning, much deeper than I had expected. I needed something to keep my mind from what happened earlier in the truck, and to try to figure out what is going on in her mind.

I try to think back to those day when I was just starting college, but the world was much different then. Cell phones and social media were not as prevalent then, and smart phones were not even thought of. The things we take for granted today in modern society were in their infancy, and communications, although better than a decade earlier, was still a toy for the rich, not everyone.

I am not sure I could have been as comfortable with everyone knowing everything about anyone, and how people are so willing to share the mundane details of their lives. I guess they also share their aspirations too. But I am not sure if having an affair with a family member is something girls, or even boys, share with the world.

I don't want to say something stupid to her which will ruin our familial relationship while at the same time crushing her dreams and fantasies. And fantasies are all this is. Nothing concrete that could be built upon. We are and always will be family, irregardless of what happens. I know I have had a rough time with the others in the family due to me moving so far from home, but this is the life I chose, and it seems like she has chosen me to be a part of hers.

I finish cleaning up and decide to make something special for dinner. Spaghetti is one of the staples of my diet and I am pretty good at making the sauce, if I say so myself. I haven't seen Taylor all day and I would have expected her to at least come down to have something for lunch, but she did not show. With dinner almost ready to serve, I knock on her door.

I hear something in response, but I am not sure if it was more of a 'go away, or a 'come in.' I crack the door and peek in. The lights are all off, except for her laptop on the desk. She is on the bed, and turns towards the door as I open it. Without an invitations, I walk in and head across the room. She buries her face in the covers and tries to ignore me as I sit lightly on the edge of the bed.

I wait five, ten, fifteen minutes before she looks at me. "You're not going away, are you?" she asks.

I reach out and touch her hair. Dragging my fingers through her curly locks, I reply, "No. I'm here until you get tired of me." She raises her head enough that I can see her tear streaked cheeks and puffy eyes. "Do you want me to leave?"

She shakes her head and I lean towards her. My hand strokes her hair for a few moments until I lay down next to her and wrap my arm around her prone body. She shudders as a sob wracks her lithe frame. She holds any more back and asks, "Do you want me to leave?"

"No," I reply quickly. "You are family and I love you."

"I love you too," she states. "But I think it is more than just being family." She looks at me and her upper lip wavers. "Don't make me leave." I can see she is frightened by the conflicting emotions she is experiencing.

"Let's pretend this never happened," I suggest.

"I, ah," she starts and stops. Thinking for a moment, she continues, "I am not sure I can, but I will try."

"Okay, that's a start," I say. "Now let's go get some dinner. You must be starving. I made spaghetti." A forced smile graces her lovely facade and I drape her up, out of bed and push her towards the kitchen.

She seems to be okay after two helpings and as she rinses the dishes before stuffing them into the dishwasher. "Do you want to watch some movies?" I ask. "It is the night before Halloween and I want to watch some scary movies tonight." She agrees and we end up on the couch sitting next to each other, the new norm around here, covered up with a blanket and all the lights are out, with the only source of illumination being the TV set.

She pulls my arm around her and cuddles up against my side, hiding her eyes during the scary scenes, and generally enjoying the closeness we have developed in the last day or so. Although it is probably not the best idea to be catering to her desires, it feels good to have someone by my side. I don't want to loose her over a misunderstanding between us.

We finish the movies at a reasonable hour, and we both retire for the evening. Lying in bed, I hear her taking a shower before bedtime and doze off the staccato beat of the water against her skin, only to be woken up maybe a few hours later as I feel the bed move. I turn and she whispers, "I am scared." I lift the covers and she crawls up in front of me, curling up into the fetal position. I warp my arm around her, noticing her hair is still damp and she is wearing a nightshirt which is her normal sleep wear. Of course, I have the reaction of most men and start to rise at the contact with so much female flesh, but she sighs contentedly and snuggles back against my rising erection and leaves it at that.

I wake with the sun and she is still in my arms. Her hair is in my face and I have not behaved as well as she did last night because my hand is on her breast, gripping it snugly through her shirt. I want to stay in this warm caccoon, snuggling against her, but something is not right. I look at the clock and I am late. The alarm did not go off and work started nearly 20 minutes ago. She is late too for her first class of the day. We had been leaving at the same time each morning and it looks like we will be doing so again.

I wake her up and she is as frantic as I am. She runs from my room, shedding her nightshirt as she crosses to her bedroom. I get a nice look at her bare bum and try to ignore it because I have other things to do.

I am dressed in five minutes and making coffee when Taylor appears in the kitchen. One look at her, and I almost drop the mug in my hand. She is wearing her Halloween costume, although this time she has a leotard beneath it and she looks at me. "It is required for the sorority," she states and I stare into the Cat's eyes contacts beneath her mask.

"You were Cat woman?" I ask. She shakes her head as she pours her own cup of coffee. "So, we, ah..."

"Yeah," she replies. "That is what started it all." I look at her dumbfounded. "I thought you knew."

"Shit!" I utter in disbelief. "We'll discuss this tonight," I manage to say. She wraps an arm around my neck and kisses me deeply.

"I hope we'll do more than talk," she purrs.

I can barely breathe. I want to take her right then and there, but I stop myself from possessing her completely. From what has happened since the night of the party, she would allow me to do as I please with her and love every moment of it.

I cannot stop thinking about her all day long at work. I am totally useless, not able to concentrate at my job which requires constant vigil and the constant motivation in order to get everyone to do their jobs in a manner which keeps the work progressing smoothly. I have dialed Taylor's number at least a dozen times, but always stop before I hit send. I am the boss, the go to man on the job site, but in this case, I am totally lost and confused. She will be home this evening and we can talk this through, hopefully keeping her at my place so the inevitable questions from my sister do not arise.

I arrive home at my usual time, and wait for her. The minutes turn into hours and my fragile ego is taking a hit, knowing she does not want to come home to talk with me about what has happened. My stomach takes over and I prepare something light and quick, nibbling away at the portions of the meal which are completed first. Usually, I time it right so that everything comes together at the last moment, but in my frazzled state, I am having difficulty concentrating.

It is long past dark when she finally shows up. I am prepared to yell at her about being so late, but then I see her still in her Cat woman costume.

"Hi unkie," she says happily and crosses the room to give me a hug and a kiss on the cheek. "What's for dinner? I'm starved."

I stare down at those cat's eye contact and just stand there. I can feel myself growing hard within my jeans and it takes her clearing her throat to snap me out of my stupor. "What do you want?" I ask. "I'll make you anything you want."

She glances down for a moment to see the bulge in my pants and then back up, meeting my eyes. Her left hand goes to the back of my neck while her right one molds itself to my erection. "You," she purrs and goes up on her toes to kiss me while squeezing her hand around my cock. Her kiss is languid, long and passionate as her tongue explores my mouth. my arms surround her, one hand on her upper back and the other on her lower, pulling her tight against me as she ravages my mouth. I cannot help but think about the blowjob she gave me yesterday with that mouth and I hope she is willing to do it again.

She squeaks as I grab her ass and lift. She wraps her legs around my waist and arms around my neck, still kissing me deeply as I caress her butt, each cheek the perfect size, a little more than a handful. She starts moaning into the kiss as I start my way to my bedroom where I will take her, have her and possess her, keeping her for as long as she will have me. For appearance sake's, she will retain her own bedroom, but will never sleep there again if I have my way.

I fall onto the bed, twisting enough that she ends up on top. She sits up, stretching sinuously, grinding her pussy against the bulge, thrusting her chest out, displaying her magnificent breasts. Her costume has shifted enough that one hard nipple is pressing against her leotard and she murmurs, "Love me." I need to feel you inside of me."

I skim off her mask and say, "Clothes. Off. Now." I am loathe to separate from her, but she needs to in order to shed her costume.

I divest myself from my button down shirt, and start on my jeans when she says, "Let me." I look over at her and the catsuit is hanging from her hips. The leotard is dangling from one wrist and I watch as it hits the floor, only momentarily distracted from the sight in front of me. She is topless and her c-cup breasts are perfect, just a hint of a teardrop shape, not rounded like those girls who have had enhancements. She draws her hands up her sides and cups her boobs, pinching and pulling at the rocky peaks. They are a darker brown, almost as dark as her tan, yet contrasting against the milky white skin which never sees the sun. She lays back for a moment to finish removing her costume before rolling over and crawling towards me. She looks like a cat on the hunt and her prey is me, or at least my cock as she is staring at it's outline through my jeans.

Her fingers make short work of the button fly while her tongue invades my navel, followed by a kiss and then sucking. For a moment, I think she is trying to give me a hickey, but then she starts tracing the treasure trail of light hair south as she exposes me.

She pulls my jeans down enough to free me. My nine inches of manhood stands straight out towards her. I see her smile as she wraps one hand, then two around me and kisses the tip. She twirls her toungue around the tip as I try to push my pants down further without stopping her ministrations.

She looks up at me, meeting my gaze through her contacts, the only portion of her costume she is still wearing, and gives me a smile as I watch. Her eyes never leave mine as she lick along the bottom of the shaft and then sucks in the head between her lips. I enmesh my fingers into her hair behind her ears and start to force myself deeper. I feel the back of her throat start to envelope me. I close my eyes and push harder, reveling in the sensations, until she starts to cough and gag.

I open my eyes and look down, only to see y cock in her hands, saliva dripping from it and her lips, and streams of tears down her cheeks. "You're too big," she pants out in a husky voice. I pull her up and kiss the tears away before meeting her lips. I kiss her hard and passionately, only to be met with equal adore from her.

"I need you in me," she moans breathlessly when we break the kiss. I push her down onto the bed and start to dip my head between her thighs. "No," she screams. "Fuck me." I take a moment to suckle on her nipples as I make my way up her body. Apparently it is too long as she pants, "Fuck. Me. Now."

I follow her orders and line up. I draw the tip along her furrow and see she is soaking wet. I wonder for a moment if she has been like that all day, or only since she returned home. The look of desperation in her face cuts short my contemplation, and I thrust forward. She screams out in the agony of too much ecstasy as I bury myself fully within. As she did last time, she clamps down, holding me immobile within her velvet core, only this time with me completely immersed. Her screams slowly morph to groans, to moans as she relaxes enough to let me start working her for all I am worth.

Only three or four pumps and she cums hard, flooding around the intruder within as she screams out her pleasure as if it was her last moment on Earth. I keep slamming into her, eliciting a nearly constant stream of orgasms until i begin to tire. I roll over, taking her with me and she ends up on top. She gives me a wide grin and takes over, gyrating her hips to reach all those places only she knows about. My thumb reaches down and starts to rub the swollen nub of her clit and my other hand tweaks a nipple, twisting and pulling on it similar to what she was doing earlier. Her hands are on my shoulders, steadying her as she slams down on my rod in an ever increasing tempo.

The sight of this goddess doing her pole dance has me boiling towards the end, along with the half hour of frantic sex. "I'm gonna cum," I gasp out and she increases the tempo even more. We peak at the same moment and she gasps in delight as i pour forth within her deepest parts, cumming in buckets, filling her beyond capacity as she milks out every drop before collapsing upon my chest.

"I love you," she murmurs contentedly and her lips find mine. She kisses me with more passion than anyone has ever done in my life, my ex-wife included.

"you're mine," I manage to interject between her kisses.

She stares down at me for a moment. "Now and forever," she purrs, sealing the pact with another kiss before laying her head on my chest. A few moments later, she continues, "What's for dinner? I'm starving." I cannot help but chuckle. She joins in and start giggling. I can feel it through my whole core, especially where we are still joined.