Chapter Thirty-Six

ETHAN

I start working my way down from Lara’s mouth to her breasts, taking my time, as much as I’m able to at least, on the path to her hot, wet pussy. I know she’s already soaking. I felt as much when we were playing with each other before. But what I told her is the truth — if I got inside of her right now, I’d shoot my load in a matter of minutes.

So instead of going straight to the main event I take my time kissing her neck, her chest and then sucking on her nipples, swirling my tongue around each one until she’s squirming underneath me, twisting and moving and moaning as quietly as she can. We both know that Riley could wake at any moment and part of me is a little ashamed that I’m getting ready to go down on my sister-in-law while my daughter’s taking a nap. A bigger part of me doesn’t think it matters, just so long as Riley never finds out.

I work my way down Lara’s body, remembering for a second the first few times we ever hooked up as high schoolers. I’m much better at certain things now than I was back then, and I’m more than a little proud of the way I’ve improved, even if I shy away from thinking about the reasons I’ve improved. I pull Lara’s legs a little wider apart, and then I bury my face against her soaking wet pussy, looking up at her face while I start licking. She tastes good, of course, I knew that already, sharp and sweet at the same time, and before too long I’m focused completely on teasing her.

I suck the little swollen bead of her clit between my lips and swirl my tongue around it, drawing letters with the tip of my tongue until I find the ones that make her struggle the most to keep from moaning out loud and waking Riley. I can feel her whole body getting more and more tense. I dip down to the well of her pussy, avoiding her clit for a few moments, just long enough for her to calm down a bit, and then I move up to the little button at the top all over again.

I keep at it until I can tell that Lara can’t stand holding back any more, working her clit with my lips and tongue and then moving down to her inner labia, over and over again. By the time I can tell she’s on the edge of climax, I have myself under control just enough to know I can last. I pull back and lick my lips clean, slithering up along her body to kiss her on the mouth.

“Think we’ve got maybe another twenty minutes before Riley wakes up?” I nibble at Lara’s neck as she giggles as quietly as she can.

“I think maybe just twenty minutes… and I think we might have less if we can’t keep quiet,” she tells me.

“Well, I know I can,” I say playfully. I kiss her again and feel Lara tugging my boxers down over my hips, letting my cock free. I’ve almost forgotten how hard I am. As soon as there’s nothing between us anymore I can feel my balls aching, feel my dick throbbing with the need to feel Lara’s body wrapped around me. I shift down between her legs and guide the tip of my cock against her soaking wet pussy. I hold back for just another few seconds longer, and then I slide into her slowly, so slowly I almost can’t stand it.

I pull out again, almost all the way, taking my time. Lara is soaking wet, and so tight, her muscles flexing around me in a little spasm like her body doesn’t want me to leave. I push back into her a little faster, catching her lips with mine, swallowing down the moan that rises from her throat. I start moving more steadily, finding my rhythm, and Lara fits herself right into it, pushing her hips down when I thrust into her, twisting away from me when I pull out. It feels so good and so perfect that even if I’d wanted to — and I definitely don’t — I couldn’t think of anything else.

Lara and I move together, kissing each other everywhere, touching each other, and I swear to God it’s like heaven and hell all at the same time. Heaven because it feels so good I don’t even want to come yet, and hell because after a few minutes I start to almost worry that I won’t come at all, and I think if I don’t get off I might die. But I keep going, finding Lara’s clit with my fingertips and rubbing it even as I keep pushing deep inside of her.

I can feel the tension ratcheting up in Lara’s body too, and I know she’s right on the edge, riding that wave with me, so close she can taste it but so far it seems like forever away. In the back of my mind I half-realize that we’d better finish soon, but I can’t think about it for more than just a second. Before I know it, I’m struggling to hold back the climax I can feel like a vise gripping my balls.

But I feel Lara’s muscles tighten around my cock and I feel her shiver and then she moans against my neck long and low and I know she’s hit her climax first. I ride through it, holding back with an effort that seems to be harder than anything I’ve ever done in my life, wanting to feel her finish completely, wanting to enjoy this as much as humanly possible.

I let her cool off for a few moments and then I’m right back at it, almost pounding into her. I only barely remember that my daughter’s asleep on the other end of the house, I’m so desperate to finally get off. I feel Lara’s body tensing again, and I hold back just a little while longer so we can finish at the same time.

When it happens, it’s as good as it’s ever been in my entire life, maybe better than it’s ever been. I don’t know, but every nerve in my body tingles as I finally give into the climax, coming hard deep inside of Lara, and I feel her coming too, clutching me like she’s clinging to me for life itself as her body shakes and tightens around me. We keep going until neither of us can move an inch, both of us panting and gasping for breath, and then we just collapse onto the couch tangled up in each other.

As soon as I catch my breath I know I want to go again right away, but I also know that Riley’s probably going to wake up in a matter of minutes, and while she can’t quite get out of her crib, I don’t want the guilt of leaving my little girl alone, awake, wondering what happened.

I pull myself up, my cock still buried in Lara, and look down at her. She’s still flushed, but she’s got that climax-drunk look on her face, in her eyes, that tells me she’s as satisfied as a person can be. For a fraction of a second, it reminds me of Alexis, the way she looked after we’d finished together that one time, and then the reminder is gone, and I’m back in the moment with Lara, no ghosts in the room with us.

“We have to go through with it,” Lara says, looking up at me, and for a second I’m confused.

“Oh, yeah,” I say, once the blood flow to my brain gives me the chance to think.

“We need to just…” Lara sighs and shakes her head. “It’s going to be ugly,” she says.

“It is, but it would be way uglier to let them keep going,” I point out.

Lara thinks about that for a second and nods. “They’re obviously not going to do the right thing, for whatever reasons they have,” she agrees.

“I really thought I could get my parents to get the point. But obviously they’re set against Nathan. And Nathan’s set against me,” I say. I hate the fact of that, I hate it for me, I hate it for Riley, and I hate it for Alexis, who would have never wanted any of this. Who had hoped that her provision for Riley would bring us all together, not tear us apart even more. Well in at least one way she got her wish, I think absently. I don’t know if Alexis thought anything would come about between me and Lara, but I know, she’d told me, that she wanted me to move on, to be happy with someone else if she died first. I’d wanted the same for her.

“If they’re not going to suck it up and be mature, we’re going to have to make it impossible for any of them to win,” Lara says quietly.

“We already have the plan, unless you’ve changed your mind?”

Lara shakes her head to tell me that she hasn’t.

We’d been talking about what we would do, what our “nuclear option” would be, if we couldn’t convince our parents to drop their cases against each other and us. The court date to go over Nathan’s case against me and my parents’ case against Nathan is only a couple of weeks away. More than enough time for our plan.

“Let’s get dressed. We should get Riley up, anyway,” Lara says, squirming underneath me.

I grin and climb off her, pulling out with only a little bit of regret. I could happily spend the rest of the evening making up for how terrible Thanksgiving was, but my daughter has to come first.

“Maybe we can order some pizza or something,” I suggest. Lara frowns in confusion as she pulls on her panties, and then laughs, shaking her head again.

“Yeah, I guess I should be more bummed about the lack of leftovers, especially since I cooked,” she says, sighing.

“I have a feeling everyone’s going to regret how things went down today. But pizza should be pretty good,” I say. I pull on my clothes and go to get my daughter from her nap, thinking about just how bad things have to be for Riley’s own grandparents to ruin her Thanksgiving.