I told myself to lie still and let her fall asleep. I’d sneak out of her room the second she was out.
I forced my eyes closed and immediately thought about rolling her over. I imagined my bare hands sliding down her inner thigh as I parted her legs and positioned myself at her entrance. I thought about feeling her heat around me, feeling the way I made her stretch and quiver. She let out a muffled whimper from beside me, and the sound made my dick jump.
My blood boiled and my heart pounded harder. It was a wonder how she could even sleep. I was sure it sounded like it was about to beat right out of my chest. My cock was throbbing with need when I was hit with a wave of guilt.
I may have fucked a lot of women since my wife’s passing, but I hadn’t been intimate with any. I never cuddled with them in bed like I was doing with Sasha. And to top it off, she wasn’t just any woman. She was my wife’s sister: her baby sister.
Chloe had been so proud and protective of her little sister. I could only imagine what she would be thinking if she knew thatI was holding her little sister the way I was, if I was thinking the things I hadn’t been able to get off my mind.
Sasha lifted her leg, throwing it over my lap and grazing my dick in the process.
I jerked, but managed to keep from disturbing her. My hand moved to her thigh, and I squeezed, preparing to lift it off of me, but my hold only made her nuzzle deeper. The little wiggle she did felt good as the heat from her bare leg soaked through my pants.
I was fucked.
I couldn’t pull away from her without waking her up, but I couldn’t lie there and keep myself in check either. I wanted to bury myself in her tight, virgin pussy, but I couldn’t. It was wrong. She’d been drinking, and I wasn’t trying to take advantage.
Plus, she was too young for me. Nearly ten years younger. She was my wife’s sister, and she was currently working for me. No matter how you twisted things, touching her was wrong. I hated that I even wanted to.
Somehow, despite being pissed off about everything unfolding, I still managed to fall asleep. I didn’t mean to. I planned to get away the moment she was out, but I guess I was more tired than I thought, because I woke up hours later, and we were no longer in the same position.
We’d both rolled over, and I was spooning her from behind. I had one arm under her pillow, and my left hand was flat on her bare stomach. I pulled my hand away and rolled to my back, realizing that her dress had worked itself up to her waist and her black lace thong was fully exposed. Her ass was round and firm and looked as juicy as a peach. My mouth even watered as I was consumed by the need to take a bite, but I gently pulled my arm out from her pillow and slid out of bed.
I retrieved a glass of water and a couple of Tylenol from the bathroom, set them on the bedside table, then left her room altogether. I ran my hands over my face as I entered my room. I pressed my back to the bedroom door and felt the stab of guilt all over again. I prayed that Chloe could forgive me for the things I’d done, for the things I’d been thinking of doing. I was weak, and the hold I had on my control was slipping more and more each day.
I pushed away from the door and went to the bathroom. It was too early to be considered a normal waking time, but I knew I’d never fall back asleep. Even though I was only with her for a few short hours, it was still the best sleep I’d had in a long fucking time. I felt rested and ready to go. Even though I’d already taken a shower, I stripped down and climbed inside for another. I thought maybe the heat and steam would relax me enough to get in a few more hours.
I hung my head and let the hot water rain down over me. With my eyes closed, I imagined being back in her bed with her body against mine and my hands roaming every inch. I remembered the sleepy little moan she let out, and I imagined the noises I could make her release.
As I pictured touring her body with my hands and mouth, I took hold of myself and slowly began pumping. I moved back and forth between tight, forceful strokes and light, easy ones. I’d build myself up and then ease myself back, pushing closer and closer to that high again and again without ever stepping over the line until I had no control.
My release washed over me hot and heavy, and I shot my load into the shower drain. Not in one fell swoop, but again, and again, and again until I had nothing left but her name on my lips.
With a shaky breath, I rested my head against the shower tiles, my chest heaving and tears mixing with the warm spray of water. I didn’t know who the fuck I was anymore.
After a shower and a stiff drink, I was finally able to relax long enough to get a few more hours of sleep in. The alcohol was still in my system and on my breath when my alarm went off. I was well-rested, yet my body still felt heavy, weighed down by guilt. I had plans to meet a business associate for a round of Sunday-morning golf. I figured a round of golf would stretch into lunch and end with several drinks, leaving me with the majority of the day. I needed an excuse to get out of the house and an even better excuse to stay away from Sasha after the night we had.
I silenced the alarm and sat on the edge of the bed. Putting my feet on the floor and my elbows on my knees, I rubbed the sleep from my eyes and shook my head in an attempt to get a move on. Standing, I stretched as I walked to the attached bathroom to get ready for the day. It took me twenty minutes from the time my alarm went off to get ready and rush out the door.
I realized a little too late that I should have checked on Sasha to make sure she could get up with Sophia. I knew she wouldn’t be feeling all that well, but that was her problem. Not mine. Maybe it was the hard lesson she needed not to go out and drink as she did.
I hated seeing her that way. She was too good for that lifestyle. And I hated to think of what could’ve happened if I hadn’t called her when I had. With the way she was dressed and the words she’d said to me about losing her virginity, it was apparent she was looking for more than she got.
She’s lucky she ended up with me rather than the loser who had been sniffing around her. I had restraint. I may not have been a good guy, but I knew enough to realize she wasn’t in the right state of mind to consent. I’m not so sure that would’ve mattered to the guy who had been feeding her alcohol all night. I figured he probably had a goal in mind, and my call ruined hishappy ending. I didn’t care that his night was ruined, but it did make me worry that he’d try again, and my worry doubled when I realized that I might not be around to stop it.
There was something she said that I couldn’t stop thinking about, though. She told me that she missed the person I used to be, that she felt safe and protected with him. Deep down, I knew that side of me was gone, and he’d never return. Maybe she was able to see something I couldn’t. Chloe was always like that. She always saw the best in everyone, even me, and even when I was at my worst.
When Chloe died, so did the person I used to be. And I knew that part of myself would never return. I was past all that. Just like the villain in any story, there comes a point in the storyline where choices have to be made. If you choose one way, you’re redeemable. But if you choose the wrong path, you become a villain forever.
And that’s where I was.
I figured that basically abandoning my daughter and allowing her to be raised by anyone I could get to take the job was where I started going down. My drinking was a problem, the anger that always seemed to reside in me, just beneath the surface, and the way I buried myself in whatever woman would allow it, were all signs that I was no longer the man I used to be.
And if that wasn’t good enough, there was always the fact that I suddenly had some awful urges when it came to the girl I taught how to swim. The young, innocent, sweet little sister of my dead wife. She wasn’t that young anymore, though. She was definitely all woman now.
A really fucking beautiful woman. In fact, she was probably the most stunning woman I’d seen since losing Chloe. No one I’d fucked could hold a candle to Sasha. Tiny waist. Curves. Dips. Full, pouty pink lips. Long, dark hair. Vibrant, colorful eyes. Pert ass. Perfect tits…
Fuck.
