Page 33 of Overdue

“Uncle,” I whisper. Then her lips meet mine. The kiss is desperate and wild like every other time I’ve kissed Austen. Our tongues fight for possession as her hand roams under my shirt. It finds its way down to my jeans. When she squeezes my throbbing cock, I roll her over.

Our eyes meet for a brief second before we’re pawing at each other. I feverishly work the sweater up. My hand closes around a soft breast encased in lace.

Have I lost my mind? Have we both? How far are we willing to go on the kitchen floor with Gran in the next room? How far is Austen willing to go, period?

She sucks my tongue with her soft, full lips, and I no longer care about any of that. Jesus could be in the other room, and I wouldn’t care. I pull down the material of her bra to expose her taut nipple. I draw it into my mouth, sucking gently.

“Reed,” she moans. It’s not enough. I want this woman more than I’ve ever wanted anything. I should be moving inside her as she moans my name. My hand begins to hunt for the zipper on her skirt. Nothing is pulling me away from Austen.

“Reed, honey, did Austen find you?” Except that. I can hear Gran’s chair rolling back down the hallway toward the kitchen.

Austen shoves herself out from under me. With lightning speed, she pulls back down her sweater and grabs the washcloth she was using.

“Just helping Reed clean up the mess he made,” she says, standing.

My pants are still unbuttoned and I don’t even know what happened to my T-shirt. It’s better if I just stay down here. I don’t think Gran will head around here looking for me. Besides, Austen’s long leg is just too tempting. I run my hand up the inside of her thigh with a grin. She kicks at me.

“I’m pretty good at making a crust. Would you like me to take over?” Her voice rises at the end when I nip at her calf.

“Are you okay?” Gran asks.

“Of course.” She swats at my head. I guess it’s time to reappear. I pull my shirt over my head and rise next to her, making sure I’m well behind the island. No reason for Gran to get a gander at the tent in my pants.

“Gran, why don’t you go turn on Wheel of Fortune and I’ll order takeout. I’ll be in after I clean up.”

“That sounds like a good plan. Austen, would you like to join us?” Gran asks.

“I should go home and clean up too.” She pulls a slimy mat of gunk from her hair for emphasis.

“You could shower with me,” I whisper in her ear. She jabs me in the stomach with her elbow. So mean. “I could soap you up nice and slow. Run my hands over every inch of those curves.”

“Well, I’ve got to go,” Austen announces loudly. “Nice to see you, Mrs. Campbell.” She rushes past Gran and out the front door. Slowly, Gran turns to look at me.

“Reed Campbell, what did you do?”

“Me?” I ask in mock surprise. Why am I always the one at fault? “I was just cleaning when she seduced me into wrestling around on the floor.” With a grin, I pass Gran and take the stairs two at a time to the bathroom.

I’ve stripped out of my clothes by the time I reach the shower. I’ll try a cold shower to see if it helps me regain control. Good, Jesus! I turn the warm water up.

There are many ways to skin this cat. This would be much better with Austen in here. I close my eyes and run my hand down my hard cock. So much better with Austen.

Shit, I forgot to call in a takeout order. I’ll have to be quick. I soap up my hands and fist my cock. I’ve jacked off to visions of Austen in my head for years. This is a no-brainer, basically muscle memory at this point. I envision her body in my head as I stroke. Lips, neck, breasts, stomach, pussy.

“Fuuuck.” I come hard. “Just so you know, this won’t do with the real thing. You’ll have to last longer,” I explain to my cock as I rinse off. Will we ever get to the real thing? No, don’t think about it now, or I’ll never get finished cleaning up.

With my sweats on, I snatch up my phone and run back down the stairs.

“Sorry, Gran, I forgot—” I’m interrupted by the doorbell. Pulling it open, I find the local delivery kid on the doorstep.

“Hey, Reed.”

“Hey, Brent.”

“Yeah, so Austen ordered you a bunch of food from The Hungry Heifer. Said to deliver it here.”

“Thanks.”

I take the sacks and hand him a tip. Stepping outside, I look down the street at the house at the other end. Austen stands on the porch in her sweats with a towel wrapped around her hair. She waves her hand. I grin and wave back.

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