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)
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.