CHAPTER TWELVE
DECKER
I wanted to wine and dine her. To seduce her. To make her feel like the most special woman in the world as I made love to her until she fell asleep in my arms. Those were the surprises I wanted to share.
But I had to tell her the other thing. I couldn't put it off.
"For a long time, our father has been seeing a woman called Penny. We've met her many times. She was dad's girlfriend but we thought of her as almost a part of the family, and now she is. Our dad has married Penny. We only found out today because they didn't invite us to the wedding. They got married in secret in Vegas."
The expression on her face fixed in position. Not one muscle moved.
"Penny is your mother. And now she's our step mom. We're your step brothers."
She looked shocked.
"It came as a big surprise to us too. I can't imagine what's going through your mind. We're all adults, and the fact that our parents are married shouldn't make any difference to us. We're all in our twenties and don't live with them anymore."
"Oh my. I think they plan to introduce us to each other soon."
"Yes." I nodded and tucked into my food. I figured this was a good time for a bit of silent eating while Karen digested the new information. And I was eager to get onto dessert.
KAREN
I wish I hadn't posed in the way I had for those pictures. It was hot at the time. I'd been living a hedonist dream. In many ways, it got better and better because this was the best day of my life. Three of the most gorgeous men in all the world wanted me. I wasn't going to let anything burst my bubble too soon.
But I wish I hadn't posed for those photos.
I feared the boys only wanted me for what they saw rather than who I was.
And worse, my mom would see them.
My mom and my step dad.
Their dad.
How embarrassing?
My fork scrapped across the plate, and I realized I'd eaten every scrap without noticing what it was, taking comfort in eating, as I always did. Whatever had been on my plate, it'd tasted delicious, but I could eat more.
"I hope you're still hungry. I know that was fairly light for a main, but I didn't want you to be too full to enjoy the dessert."
"What is it?"
He stood up and gathered our plates. "We have a choice." He took the plates to the kitchen sink. They were sure to have a dishwasher in this apartment, but he wasn't doing dishes. He just dumped them and turned to face me. "I recommend the vegan lemon cheesecake. I guess you could call it lemon cheeseless cake. Alternatively, I have homemade fruit crumble with oats and almond topping."
"How do I choose?"
"I recommended the one I didn't make myself."
"How is vegan cheesecake possible?"
"They work magic with soaked cashew nuts. That's why I didn't make it. I didn't have the time. Whereas the fruit crumble is a staple in this house. We make variations on it every week and eat it at any meal. But it's an option if you don't like lemon or have an allergy to cashews but not almonds."
The very thought of desserts, plural, was starting to make me feel better. It wasn't called comfort food for no reason. I think there should be a saying about the way to a woman's heart is via her stomach. As long as Decker kept feeding me like this, I was his and smitten.
"But you are saying I have to choose?"
"They don't go well together. I refuse to put them on the same plate. So yes, you have to choose which dessert first."
"I don't have any allergies. And I'm not allergic desserts. Bring on the cheeseless cheesecake."
While he organized the next course, I thought about our conversations.
When he put the food before me and sat down I was eager to taste it. It didn't taste like any cheesecake I'd had before, but it was good in its own way, nevertheless. With the sweet lemony food on my tongue, I preferred to focus on the man in front of me. "I feel like I've gotten to know you so well over the course of our many brief encounters. You like making arty documentaries and vegan food. You design your own tattoos, and you intend to have more. Your dad married my mom. Is there much else I don't know about you? Is there anything left for me to find out?"
"There's plenty you don't know. And I don't know you well enough either. I hope you'd like to change that." He glanced across the apartment in the direction of the bedrooms. "We could go somewhere more comfortable to get to know each other better between desserts."
"Do you mean take a break to build up more of an appetite?" I stared at him with my new, confident-temptress look. One that I'd only recently discovered and nurtured while posing for his brothers.
DECKER
Taking Karen to my bedroom wasn't like going back there with any other woman. I felt nervous. Would I be good enough for her? She oozed confidence and sex appeal. She wasn't like any other woman.
I can honestly say she rocked my world and for the first time in my life, I felt I'd met someone special who I'd like to have a relationship with. Heaven save me from sounding like Simon. But I found myself understanding him, at last.
I led her through to my bedroom where she sat on the edge of my bed. I got down on my knees at her feet and moved my hands in between her thighs. Her legs moved wider apart in response to my touch. My heart beat a little faster. When I reached the fabric of her panties they felt hot and damp.
It was entirely a privilege to be allowed to worship at her feet like that. More than ever I wanted to make it good for her. And finding she was as turned on as me felt reassuring.
"You’re so beautiful, Karen."
She threw her head back and laughed heartily.
"What?"
"Now I know, you must say that to all your conquests. I'm not beautiful. I'm average."
The words stung. "I don't say things that aren't true. I mean it, Karen. I don't want you to think you're average. Haven't my brothers told you? You are far from average. That's why they wanted you as their model. You're amazing inside, and it shines through on the outside."
She flashed one of her smoldering sultry looks at me.
"If you don't believe my words let me show you. Now, do you want to take these panties off, or am I gonna have to rip them off you?"
She squealed and stood up, practically knocking me over. I had no complaints as the panties dropped away, falling down her legs. I was impressed by how she responded to instruction.
"That's better. You can keep your dress on for now. Lie back with your legs apart."
Though I was tempted to dive on top of her and I couldn't decide whether I wanted to taste her kisses or kiss her lower lips first. Instead, I thought I'd take my time and remove my clothes. They'd only get in the way later. And this way I could give her a little show.
Striptease required music. I had been listening to some Tom Jones recently, so I hit the play button and started to dance. I had no hat on and pretty soon no shirt either.
She was like a hungry predator, she didn't move, but she watched. Her eyes roved all over my body, following the movement of my hands. And I swear she stopped breathing altogether when my fly was undone.
I was pleased to spring my hard dick from its confinement. And so was she. Her hand went between her legs. My show had apparently reached its target. She couldn't keep from touching herself any longer.
Shimmying closer, I said. "Your hands are getting in the way of my view, but I have the solution to your need." And I climbed onto the bed between her legs.
Her hands moved to either side of her as my head dipped down to her pussy. My dick throbbed. My tongue made contact with her skin. Her moisture acted as an instant aphrodisiac. Such was her arousal that she opened readily for me, inviting me in.
My tongue could only do so much, while I licked her clit, I pushed my fingers into her. She was hot and pleasantly wetter than I expected. She writhed and moaned as I ate her out and finger fucked her.
My dick ached with need and damned near came without any contact at all when she bucked up pushing her pussy against my face.
After her first sexy orgasm, I wanted to switch things around a bit. I sat back and licked my fingers while she watched. "Nice. What if I were to lie down, and you sat over my face. Would you do that?"
She nodded eagerly and grinned. "If you'd like that."
"I would. You can hold on to the headboard," I said as my head rested on the pillow. "Put your knees either side of me."
She looked a little hesitant as she straddled me, her knees beside my shoulders.
"Don't hold back. You grind on my face as much as you want, I want to taste you as you come on my face."
I ran my tongue up and down her slit, probing between the soft, puffy skin. Giving her pleasure tasted so good. My hand slid underneath her and fingers found the warm entrance. I slipped in two fingers while my tongue licked over and around her tempting bud.
Sensing the arousal rising in her from the way she rocked and her breathing turned me on more and more.
While she rubbed herself against my chin, I placed a hand on my needy cock. Precum pooled on my stomach. I swiped my fingers through it and used it as lube. I rubbed my fingers back and forth, providing the much-needed friction that it ached for.
There was no way to tell her right then, in that position, how much she turned me on. I love doing this. If I could do nothing else to her, I'd lick her over and over forever.
The pace of the rub and thrust against my face increased. Her contracting cunt squeezed my fingers and my mouth filled with her tangy gushing juices. They tasted heavenly.
My own desires were forgotten as I gave my all to satisfying her. I wanted to drink every drop of her gushing cum while she used my face for pleasure.
I wasn't sure how many times she came while sitting on my face. For me, it was exciting to have her use me for many minutes in this way. Letting me taste her and smell her and be a part of this erotic act. I'd have been happy for her to continue, but she got off me.
"I want your cock inside me," she said. Her face was red and flushed. Her skin was glowing.
"Condoms are in that draw." I waved my hand at the draw and hit it. It was next to her.
She opened the drawer, pulled one out, and handed it to me.
"Do you want to get on top?" I asked as I rolled it down my shaft.
"Of course, how did you know?"
"I should tell you, while I usually pride myself on my stamina and self-control, I think I'm going to last about thirty seconds inside you."
She laughed. "It's not going to take me that long to come again."
"I'm not timing you, Karen. No judgment."