A Family Affair (A Taboo Tale #2) Read online

  A Family Affair

  A Taboo Tale (#2)

  Violet Williams

  Published by Quiver Publishing at Smashwords

  Copyright 2011 Violet Williams

  When Davis Kensington found out his forbidden trysts with his stepdaughter had devastating consequences, he decides the best thing to do is to get away for awhile. When his temptations follow him, he has to make a decision that may have even worst repercussions.

  Still reeling from her tearful confession to her stepfather, Jessica Capshaw realizes that she can't live without Davis and follows him to his sister's beach house on the coast. But Davis' sister, Sara, ignites a passion in Jess that's beautiful and sexy...and makes her question her relationship with Davis.

  Sara Kensington is hard at work on a new novel when her brother shows up for some much needed R&R. While she's surprised by the choices he made that led him to her doorstep, she sees finds herself lusting after Jess as well.

  Sun, sand and hot nights will bring all three together as they give into their taboo desires…

  Content Warning: A Family Affair features pseudo-incest, sexual content in virtually every chapter, and a threesome between relatives. All characters are 18+ and this title is intended for adults only.

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  Table of Contents

  Chapter One: Home Is Where the Guilt Is (Davis)

  Chapter Two: All Alone (Jess)

  Chapter Three: A Surprise Reunion (Sara)

  Chapter Four: No Rest for the Wicked (Davis)

  Chapter Five: Mile High Club (Jess)

  Chapter Six: An Attraction (Sara)

  Chapter Seven: Makeup Sex (Davis)

  Chapter Eight: Awkward Dinner (Jess)

  Chapter Nine: Try a Little Tenderness (Sara)

  Chapter Ten: A Voyeur (Davis)

  Chapter Eleven: Vacation Masturbation (Jess)

  Chapter Twelve: A Threesome to Remember (Sara)

  Chapter One

  Home Is Where the Guilt is (Davis)

  Davis pushed through the doors of the study, his heart racing. He went to the liquor cabinet immediately. Usually he'd grab a chilled glass and a few cubes of ice, but tonight, he didn't even bother with any of it.

  With shaky hands, he removed the cap and threw back the bottle. He winced as the alcohol went down like liquid fire. After five shots at a dive across the street from Creighton Memorial, he was surprised he still felt a thing at all.

  He took a deep breath before taking a second swig. Then a third. He looked and saw there was only half a bottle left. Bottoms up.

  He sunk into the comfort of his leather chair and shut his eyes.

  This had to be a nightmare. But he pinched himself and he didn't wake up with Jess's tight little ass pressed against him. He didn't wake to a raging hard on that begged to be plunged into her velvet folds, followed by her groggy moans as she rocked her hips in time with his. There was no explosion as his juices flowed into her welcoming cunt. There was only all-consuming guilt and terror that no amount of booze, prayer, or wishful thinking would undo.

  "Pregnant," he said aloud, letting reality creep back in. He'd gotten Jessica, his eighteen year old stepdaughter, pregnant. His Jess. His perfection...knocked up.

  He could still see her swollen eyes. He never thought he'd use the word 'swollen' and 'Jess' and not be describing his thick cock. But someone up there had one hell of a sense of humor. A forbidden tryst came with its consequences.

  He opened his eyes when a rapid knock shook him from his pity party.

  Jess stood in the doorway. She wore an oversized Creighton t-shirt and a weary expression.

  Davis shook his head. "If you've come to tell me how horrible I am-"

  "No," she interrupted, stepping forward. Davis couldn't help but notice the way her breasts shook beneath the shirt. He knew that if he brushed against her he'd feel her buxom chest tight against it.

  He gave his head another vigorous shake. That right there--that consuming desire—that was what put him in this predicament in the first place. Because he couldn't keep his hands off her perfect body, he'd ruined both their lives.

  Toshi had called his bluff when he showed hesitation at coming out with his relationship with Jess. For a moment, before the sky fell out, he'd entertained the idea. Yeah--he'd be labeled as a 'dirty old man', but eventually people might've warmed to the union. It rocked him to his core to even think of the looks he'd receive from his co-workers, his friends, when they found out Jess was pregnant.

  Jess took his face in her soft hands. "I didn't mean it, Davis. Any of it."

  He wrenched his face away, blinking as he felt the fuzzy warmth of the alcohol. "Right. So when you basically called me a piece of shit that only cares about pussy, what did you mean?"

  She crossed her hands against her chest and a shot of sadness echoed through Davis. A chest like hers wasn't meant to be hidden--it was meant to be kissed, licked, and held together while he slid his cock into its soft warmth.

  He slid back, trying to create some distance. "Just, uh, go get some rest. I need some time alone."

  But Jess came closer. Her blonde hair was like wet silk and he could smell her strawberry shampoo. He wanted to pull her hair back with his fist as he burrowed his dick in her pussy. He didn't want to feel or think.

  "I need you Davis," she cooed, her voice thick and warm in his ear.

  He let out a tortured sigh as she pulled her shirt over her head, revealing her luscious breasts, her peaks already ripe and begging for his mouth.

  "No," he said hoarsely, but his body screamed yes as his cock snapped to attention, pressing uncomfortably against his jeans.

  He bit his lip and the spark of pain was sobering and he snapped to his feet. His chair slammed into his book cart, uppending a stack of folders.

  "No," he repeated more firmly. "We're not gonna do this Jess. You're preg-"

  With an angry sweep of her arm, Jess interrupted him and books, pens, and glasses clattered to the floor.

  "No!" she said adamantly. "We're not gonna talk about it. All we're going to do is fuck. That's what we're good at, that's what makes sense and it's the only thing that'll make me feel whole again."

  Her words were like a screech on a snow covered mountain, and the desire building in his chest was the avalanche that would consume them both.

  "God damn it!" Jess said balling her fists. Davis' mouth fell open as she slammed them down, open palm, on his cleared desk. She curved her back, her tight ass dangling in the air. It was so close.

  "Fuck me!" she screamed, throwing her hair down, her blonde strands spreading across the mahogany. "Please, Davis. PLEASE."

  Before he could talk himself out of it, he went to her, crashing his rock hard cock into her oozing cunt. He bathed his meat in her throbbing flesh. He let out a growl of satisfaction as he felt her desire sinking into his pores, into his very soul.

  Jess was saying something, her fingers digging into the wood, but her words were silent to him. As he thrust his cock harder, deeper in her pussy, all he could hear was the thunder of his own heart.

  Jess was clawing like some wild, feral cat but everything was hazy. There was nothing but the warmth, gripping his cock and fitting him like a favorite pair of gloves. He knew she could feel it too...she thras
hed back and forth like something possessed her, her body trembling and shaking like she was going to explode.

  When she screamed, "Stop!" at the top of her lungs, it was like a razor across his throat, severing his carotid artery and shocking him with the glory of death . But it wasn't his neck that bled...when he staggered backward pulling his still erect dick from Jess' pussy, he saw that blood was running in rivers down her legs. He clutched the side of his desk as the room started to spin out of control.

  He swallowed and tried to focus. Jess was sinking to the floor, sobs of horror racking her thin frame.

  He realized with sickening surety what he'd done. Lost in his need to just mindlessly fuck, he'd hurt her. He sunk to his knees, his face crumbling. Jess hadn't been squirming with unbridled pleasure and shrieking with delight...she'd been trying to tell him to slow down, to take it easy.

  "Oh my god," he garbled. "What have I done?!?"

  Chapter Two

  All Alone (Jess)

  Jess' eyes fluttered as she blinked into the warm sunlight that filtered in from the open balcony.

  She immediately glanced to her left, hoping to see Davis' sleeping form beside her. She was alone.

  A pang of disappointment flashed in her chest as she rubbed her eyes and let out a yawn.

  Could she really blame him? Last night was insane. When she'd ripped her shirt off and hulked out, demanding for him to fuck her, she'd imagined slow caresses as he rocked his cock in her waiting pussy. After all, a few hours ago before she told him the truth, he'd almost blurted that he loved her. How could she have known that he was going to rip her pussy open as he slammed her into the desk, oblivious to her pleas?

  When he'd realized that she wasn't crying out in ecstasy, he'd stopped immediately. She'd fallen apart--Davis was supposed to be her salvation...the one person on earth that cared about her.

  He'd sobbed like an infant then threw up for ten minutes straight and she'd realized that his disregard was partly due to the alcohol. She'd lost count of how many times he slurred how sorry he was and that he deserved to go to jail.

  But Jess knew that he hadn't intended to hurt her. It took a special kind of man to cry in front of a lover. She knew he didn't have a hateful bone in his body and his actions later that night proved it.

  Still drunk as a skunk, he'd scooped her in his arms and took her to the master bathroom. She'd barely been able to stifle her giggles as he'd drawn a bath. Anyone else would have tossed her a towel and left it to her to clean herself up.

  But with nothing but love and guilt in his olive eyes, he'd eased her into the clawfoot tub and washed her head to toe with gentle strokes.

  After she'd dried off, he'd taken her to his bed and held her until she fell asleep in his arms.

  But now he was gone, and Jess couldn't shake a feeling that something had changed. It hung in the air…heavy and sour. Something was wrong.

  Jess threw off the covers and padded into the hallway, ruffling her wild morning hair. "Davis?"

  There was no response.

  She walked down the stairwell, trying to quiet the fear peppering in her gut. He just went into work, right?

  His study was just the way they left it, papers and broken glass scattered on the floor. She walked over to the desk and traced the faint scratches in the finish, remnants of the agony and fear that engulfed her.

  She swallowed and picked up the receiver, dialing Davis' office.

  "Thank you for calling Kensington and Associates, how may I direct your call?

  "Davis Kensington," she said, her voice wavering.

  "I'm sorry, Mr. Kensington has taken a personal leave. I can forward you to-"

  "Personal leave?" Jess repeated, her mouth falling open. "He's gone? He just left without saying goodbye?"

  "M'aam, if you could just give your name-"

  Jess hung up the phone. What would she have told the secretary? I'm his stepdaughter. Yeah, it is kind of weird that he didn't tell me he was leaving.

  She picked the phone back up and punched Davis' cell, but it went straight to voicemail.

  Her breathing became erratic and laboured as her mind went to the worst case scenario. Last night was the last time she'd feel Davis' cock inside her tight pussy. It was almost a fate worse than death.

  She called his cell again, the phone shaking against her ear. After the message beeped, she stated her case. "I don't know where you are, Davis, but it can't end this way. I'll do anything. Just don't leave me."

  She let the phone clatter to the floor as she let the tears flow. Davis was more than just her stepfather...he was the best lover she'd ever had. She still had so much to learn...so much she wanted to experience.

  The buzz of her cell snapping to life shook her from her stupor and she swiped her eyes.

  The call was from Davis.

  "Where the hell are you?" she snapped, before he could get a word out. His answer made anger replace the fear and longing in a blink of an eye. "What the FUCK are you doing in Emerald Isle?!?" She sunk into his leather chair, but she wished it was his arms that held her tight. But he'd left her, without a word. Doubt festered in her gut. Maybe she was wrong about him...why else would he just abandon her?

  "You know what?" She said icily, cutting him off. "Save it, Davis. There's not a damn thing you can say to justify any of this."

  She pulled the phone from her ear and threw it toward his bookcase. It shattered into a million little pieces, just like her heart.

  Chapter Three

  A Surprise Reunion (Sara)

  Sara Kensington's jaw hit the floor when she pulled open the gate and found it wasn't her agent, bugging her about her manuscript after all. It was her brother...and he looked like he'd seen better days.

  "Davis!" She gasped dusting a wisp of salt and pepper waves from his eyes. "What the hell are you doing here?"

  His face crumbled and Sara caught him before he sunk into the ankle length grass.

  "I've messed up, kid," he said in between sobs. "I've messed up big time."

  Usually when he called her 'kid' she'd retaliate by giving him a good, hard sock on the shoulder. His pet name for her wasn't endearing at twelve, and it was even less so at twenty six. But she hadn't seen him this despondent since he lost Claudia. Something was very wrong.

  With a grunt, she helped him to his feet. "Let's get inside. I just brewed a pot of coffee and you look like you could use a cup or two."

  They maneuvered on the cobblestone driveway and up the old oak stoop. Sara held the door for her brother, though it wasn't like he had an armful of belongings. He had nothing more than the clothes on his back.

  "So what do you think?" Sara asked, gesturing at the new yellow paint job. Their parents had opted for neutral colors like beige and white. Since she'd bought the summer house from them, she'd opted to switch it up and make it more bright and welcoming, hoping to inspire some creativity. She'd had it painted weeks ago and she still wasn't past the two words, chapter and one.

  "It's...bright," Davis said with a smile.

  "Come in the kitchen," Sara said, dragging him into the next room. She went to the cupboard and pulled out a couple of mugs.

  "So," she said, pulling the coffee pot. "What brings you to North Carolina?"

  "I needed a change of scenery," Davis answered, plopping on a bar stool. "A vacation."

  "Mm," Sara said, picking up on his cryptic answer. "Dealing with a difficult case?"

  "How's the book coming?" Davis asked, changing the subject.

  "It's going great!" Sara lied. "Really solid stuff."

  Davis' face brightened. "Maybe I could read a bit while I'm here? I'm a helluva critique partner."

  "Y-yeah sure," Sara stammered, biting her lip. She pushed the mug toward her brother. "You know what? I'm all sticky and gross from going down to the beach. I'm gonna hop in the shower." She reached over and squeezed Davis' arm. "You make yourself at home, okay?"

  Sara breezed from the room, unable to look at Davis' stormy eye
s. This had to be more than just a case. He could always talk to her...they were always close and they shared a deep, dark secret. Why wouldn't he find solace in her now?

  She eased up the stairs to the hall bathroom and opened up a window, letting the warm salty air waft inside.

  She pulled off her cotton dress and turned on the water, letting the liquid soft run over her thirsty fingers.

  She stepped into the shower and let out a sigh of pleasure as the beads pounded her flesh. Did he come to her because of what happened between them all those summers ago?

  She let her hands roam over her wet body, imagining, hoping that he was down there thinking about her in the shower. Did he think about her velvet softness in the quiet of the night? Did he dream of her at all?

  She sunk a finger into her wetness, and let out a slight moan when it slid inside her like butter. She wished she were as bold as she was at eighteen. That night she hadn't even needed liquid courage. She wanted him and she took him, damning the consequences. She'd rode him like a woman possessed, his cock throbbing inside her juices.

  Sara gripped the handlebar as her other finger pumped her pussy. Her moans were drowned out by the stampede of the water, wild and rushing. When she exploded, the guilt seeped back in. They'd promised to never, ever speak of that night again. Davis had claimed that he was so drunk that he didn't know what he was doing. Those words cut her then and now. They loved each other--why couldn't they lie together as a man and woman?

  Sara stepped under the stream of water, wishing the aqua bullets could pierce her brain and cleanse her sins.

  "Goddamn it, Davis," she said hoarsely, squeezing her eyes shut. With the memory of what they'd done screaming in her groin, she knew she definitely wasn't getting any work done.

  Chapter Four

  No Rest for the Wicked (Davis)

  Davis lied back on the bed, already missing the velvet folds of his California King back home.