Chapter 25
Once inside the front door, Debbie turned to Charles and kissed him the way she had been dying to all day. Charles responded in kind and Debbie knew now was her moment to seize. She pulled back from the kiss and looked up into his eyes.
"Daddy, I want you to make love to me and I think you want me too. I know this isn't going to affect your marriage; I know how much you love mom. You know it won't scar my psyche, because you know I don't want to steal you and make you mine. But I love you and I crave your touch."
Charles did not say anything, and Debbie momentarily thought she had miscalculated. Then Charles gave her his answer by taking her hand and heading for the stairs. Carpe diem, carpe Debbie. He turned down the hall and led her into her bedroom. Debbie took over then and pushed him back until he was sitting on the edge of the bed. She backed up two steps, kicked off her shoes, and stripped off her blouse, bra, and shorts. Then, with only one remaining garment, she seductively swayed towards him and stood between his legs. She took his hands and placed them on her hips right above her white panties with the pink hearts. She dropped her hands to her sides and waited for him to act. Charles hooked his thumbs in the waistband of the panties and eased them over the swell of her ass. Then he knelt down off the bed and slipped them down her long muscular legs. When he reached her feet, she put her hand on his head and stepped out of the little crumpled pile of nylon. He lifted his eyes to her face, taking in her well-groomed pudenda. As he smelled he scent, his nostrils flared involuntarily.
Debbie pulled him to his feet and started unbuttoning his shirt. She stripped him naked and, while on her knees, took his prick in her mouth without hesitation; he was a little smaller than Jake -- but only a little, she thought as she sucked him until he was slick with her saliva. Debbie stood up and gracefully lay back on the bed.
"Come and get me, Daddy," she said huskily, "You have never had a pussy more open and ready for your dick than mine is right now."
Charles positioned himself above her and guided his prick into her; he pushed it in an inch and stopped, savoring the feel of her slit. She was as steamy hot and wet as a rain forest, yet as tight as a well-tuned violin string. Before he could feed her more cock her eyes rolled back in their sockets and she started coming.
Across town, Jake was enjoying flirting with his two favorite big blondes. Erika was an inch taller than his six-one and Helga was an inch shorter; they both felt wonderful in his arms. Erika said she had to run to the store for a minute and asked Helga to entertain Jake until she returned. Helga sat Jake down on a stool at the breakfast bar and plundered a Tab out of the fridge for him.
"Sven said you two had a nice talk and you were okay with everything," she said.
"I'm more than okay with it -- I'm happy for all of you. Even if it means I lose a girlfriend I know we'll still all be friends, and the important thing is that your family will be stronger."
Helga looked at him strangely for a few seconds and then moved towards him until she was between his knees. She put her hands gently on either side of his face.
"That was so sweet, Jake but you misunderstood. You are family now; you didn't lose a girlfriend, you gained one. That is, unless you think I'm too old for you."
Jake met her descending lips and tried to show her with his kiss that he found her not too old at all. He had his hand on her blouse in a flash and was kneading her breast when she stepped back away from him. Helga had on a purple plaid skirt that ended just above her knees and a purple sleeveless button front blouse. She stood there letting him check her out, toying with the buttons on her blouse.
"Erika told me what you did to her last Saturday, Jake. Is that what you are going to do to me?"
Well, the acorn doesn't fall far from the tree. "Yes, and I think you should call me Jacob."
He held out his hand and she put hers in it. He pulled her up close to him again; her eyes were closed and she was taking little panting breaths. Jake stood up and moved behind her. He reached around her and grabbed her hands then stretched her arms in front of her until she was leaning across the bar on her elbows. Helga's eyes were still tightly closed but her breath was coming faster. Jake reached under her skirt and began pulling down her panties. She moved her knees together to help him. He put her panties in his pocket and flipped up the back of her skirt. She jerked when he rested his hand on her naked and exposed ass.
"I made a mistake with Erika because I didn't spank her before I took her the first time. I won't make that mistake with you," he said.
He ran his fingertips down the crack of her ass until he reached her damp abundant tangle of pubic hair. "For starters, I want most of this gone by tomorrow, you can leave some hair above it if you want, but shave your lips and between your legs clean."
He stepped back and she started to get up. He brought his open palm down on her ass in a single authoritative smack and she jumped.
"Hold still, we aren't done yet," he said.
She bit her lip and moaned as ran his hand along her butt, reached between her legs, and cupped her mound.
"Still want to be my girlfriend?" Jake asked.
She nodded her head emphatically. He plunged his finger in her steamy slit and she came so hard she almost fell down. The deal was sealed when she licked her juice from his finger.
Debbie and Charles had not been idle while Jake was cementing his relationship with the Johanssons. After Debbie's first orgasm, Charles slid all the way home. As their groins bumped together Debbie went off again. It was like that for the next hour. He could not build up a head of steam before he had to stop while she thrashed about as she came. Debbie lost count of her climaxes as they seemed to run together in one long rippling wave. Finally, she could not take any more; her muscles were exhausted from clinching so hard, and she was light headed from the almost continuous ecstasy. Charles understood and accepted her promise that she would make it up to him. He pulled back the covers and tucked her in with a kiss on the forehead. She was asleep before he was out the door wondering where all of his sudden stamina had come from.
Charles showered and was waiting downstairs when the women came home. Marisa asked if Angie could stay the night at the beachfront condominium Maria had rented and Helen said yes. As soon as Maria and the girls were gone, Charles took Helen upstairs and gave her the best sex she could remember getting in the last ten years. Helen wondered where all of his sudden stamina had come from.
When Erika came home, her mother was absolutely glowing. Helga had agreed to meet Jake at Coach Nelson's house the next day at twelve-thirty. She would be shaving and trimming her bush tonight; she could not wait to tell Sven what was in store for her. Erika dropped Jake off at his house at three. Jake knew that, despite Helga's statement to the contrary, Erika would not have much time for him from now on. She would be focusing much of her energy on Erik. And, once she had seduced her brother, he would want a lot more of her. But they would all still be friends and that was what really mattered.
No one was around when Jake went into the house, even though all the cars were accounted for except Melissa's Corvette. Everyone must be napping he thought, so he might as well join them to rest up for his date with Gail. Ten minutes later Jake was lying on his bed staring at the ceiling and thinking about women. Was he over doing it with the number of females he had slept with? On reflection, he did not think so; he had real and honest feelings for every woman he had been with, and he was not trying to just bed every chick he ran into. He figured that he had slept with nine different women in five months; he bet that in this era of drugs, sex, and rock and roll, nine was not that big a deal. He had not made any wild promises or commitments to any of them and even went out of his way to insure they knew how he felt.
The landscape sure had changed in the last two weeks though. No doubt about that. Angie was looking for a relationship with Tyler, Debbie was hot for Charles, Cindy seemed to be taking a walk on the wild side, and now it looked as if Erika was fixated on her brother. He was going to try to steer Diane Phillips towards Mr. McClelland and knew that Helga was just sowing some oats with Sven's complicity. Maria Thornton might become a long-term relationship eventually but he doubted it. Gail Martin had even more potential for the long term, she touched something in him the same way Rebecca did. That only left Helen as the wild card and he was still tiptoeing through that complicated minefield without a metal detector. Nope, no guilt, he thought as he fell smoothly into a contented sleep.
Later that evening Gail Martin again picked Jake up in front of the house. Jake took her to a cozy Italian restaurant for a very good meal that fit his budget. Gail was a terrific date; she was witty, funny, and attentive toward him. He could get used to being spoiled that way. After the meal Jake had Gail drive down to the beach and they walked along the edge of the water holding hands. When they got back to the car Gail said she wished they had some place they could go to be alone. Jake allowed that he had such a place and directed Gail to the coach's pad. Gail was impressed with the apartment and went to the bathroom to freshen up. Jake sat on the couch until she finished in the loo and rejoined him. The lights were dim, the stereo was playing some mellow old rock and roll love songs; so it seemed only natural they start kissing.
Things heated up quickly. When Jake took her hand and led her to the bedroom, she followed him willingly. Jake undressed her, then got naked himself. He laid her in the center of the bed and started giving her a tongue bath, starting at her left ear. Ten minutes later her fingers were entwined in his hair as she guided him to her dripping vagina. Gail was also going to have to get on the grooming regimen Jake thought, as he dove into the pelt of black shag carpeting that covered her tasty little quim. Jake loved the way Gail responded enthusiastically to his efforts. She actively participated in his search to bring her pleasure by gently guiding his face to where it felt the best. She drew up her knees and rocked her hips as her orgasm approached; when she came she cried out softly and her body stiffened. She was one of those women whose clitoris became too sensitive to continue after they come, so Jake held her close, as they played kissy-face.
Gail licked all her juices off his face, then pulled him on top of her, "I hope you are better prepared tonight, Jake. I will be very unhappy if we can't make serious love."
Jake opened the drawer of the nightstand, grabbed a rubber, and hastily rolled it on. He was above her on locked elbows as she guided his dick through her thick curly pubes into the Promised Land. As he slowly pushed into her depths her eyelids fluttered; when he was all the way seated, she pulled her knees back to take him even deeper. She liked a slow pace and gentle build up -- so that is what Jake gave her. She came again after about five minutes and pulled Jake down to lay flat on top of her. While they rested she told him how much she had missed this and how good he made her feel. When she was ready again he moved her so her legs were over his calves, this took the strain of keeping her knees pulled back off her and allowed her to move some. Her fiancé had not been very experienced plus he and Gail had never experimented; so everything Jake started doing was new and exciting. When Jake rolled her over on top of him, she loved it. In her novel role as cowgirl, she rode him to her first series of successive climaxes that way and that's how she got him off.
Slick with sweat, they lay in each other's arms under the covers and talked for an hour. Gail listened to his plans for the future and agreed to become a part of them. That night they established a relationship that, in a few years, saw her evolve into his personal secretary and confidant. The only thing Jake ever held back from her was how he was reincarnated. Gail was one of those people who value their privacy and like being alone. The supporting role Jake was offering was perfect for her. Gail loved to learn and it became the second passion of her life after Jake. She went on to accumulate a number of advanced degrees and was invaluable to Jake as a knowledgeable advisor, skilled in the boardroom. She also became a student in the art of love and it was not too long before she was as skilled in the boudoir as any courtesan.
Gail dropped Jake off at his house at 11:55. He crawled into bed and spooned up to Melissa; he was as tuckered and content as he had ever been.
Jake woke up at 7:30 Sunday morning still pressed against Melissa's ass and feeling like a million dollars. He jumped out of bed and hit the shower; two minutes later Melissa joined him. He washed her hair and she washed his. Melissa ordered him out of the shower and started shaving her legs; Jake sat on the toilet seat and watched in fascination. After legs and armpits were dispensed with she started on her coochie. Jake cringed at the rapid flicking strokes she took with the razor, but she looked supremely confident as she deftly spruced up the playground. She finished and stepped out of the shower and into the towel Jake held for her. He dried her off, she opened the medicine cabinet, and handed Jake the baby oil. He applied the soothing oil to her little bald mound before she shooed him out so she could dry her hair. Melissa happily hummed to herself as she dried her hair; her future husband was taking to domestication nicely.
After church, Jake had Angie drive him to the coach's place; Angie was atwitter about seeing Tyler next weekend on his three-day break. Maria was bringing him down to tell him in person about the significant changes the family was undergoing.
"I'm happy for you, Princess," he said.
"I know you are, Jake; I'm kind of sorry that we stopped having all that great sex, but I'm a one man woman."
"I miss it too but I'll gladly make the sacrifice for your happiness."
She kissed him and her eyes were misty, "Thank you, baby brother."
Jake let himself in and waited for Helga. He did not have to wait long. At precisely twelve-thirty, she rapped on the door and Jake let her in. She glided into the room and turned to Jake as he closed the door. Jake walked over to her and then around her in a circle. Inspection complete, he stood before her again.
"Helga, you are absolutely one of the most beautiful women I have ever seen," he said with sincerity.
Helga was wearing an above the knee little tropical print frock, tan nylons on her long legs, and three inch blue pumps on her feet. Her hair flowed down her back in gentle waves; it had been brushed until it shone like spun gold. She wore just a little makeup to highlight her china blue eyes; her lips and fingernails were the same light shade of pink.
"Thank you, Jacob, she said, "Sven helped me get ready; he is as excited about this as I am."
Jake could see that she was as nervous as she was excited. He sat her on the couch and got them drinks -- Tab for him and a glass of white wine for her. He would have to remember to replace Coach Nelson's wine stock. She smiled her appreciation for the wine, took a sip, and, twirling the glass by its stem, started talking.
"Jacob, now that I'm here I'm so nervous I feel faint. Sven and I have been married for eighteen years; he proposed to me when he was twenty and I was sixteen. When he graduated from college we got married; we were both virgins on our wedding night. We moved to St. Paul where Sven got an excellent job. He is very talented and rose quickly in the company. He made a good living there and I never had to even think about going to work. We started a family and had the twins right after our second anniversary. I stayed at home and kept house as the kids grew; I was content with my life and so was Sven. But, as the twins became teens, our life seemed to be in a rut. Sven tried to spice up our love life by getting books and movies. They did not do anything for me. Then he started wanting me to flirt with other men. I tried it, but, except for letting his boss grope me at a Christmas party, never could get into it.
"Then we moved here and Erika brought you home. From the first time I saw you I wanted you. I felt guilty about it and told Sven; far from being mad, he told me just to let myself go. Letting go is not an easy thing for us Norwegians. You made it easier by the way you took charge of me. You just did to me what you wanted and I discovered that I liked it. Sven has always treated me as if I were fine china. I told him how assertively you treated me and how much I liked that; but he said it was not in him to be like that. So here we are -- an overweight housewife with nothing to offer and a young stud who can get anyone he wants. It begs the question of just what you are doing this for."
Jake regarded her for a moment and then answered.
"First off, you are easily one of the sexiest women I've ever met. You are not petite but you are not anywhere near fat. I doubt if there is a man out there who wouldn't instantly want you. Secondly, you are sweet, honest and loving to the point I love just being around you. Lastly, you and I resonate together, the attraction you feel for me matches the urge I have for you. It is Eroto-chemistry 101. I felt it the first time we touched and I think you did too. Now all we have to do is figure out what we are going to do about it. I would never do anything that could hurt you or your family; you all mean too much to me."
"You are the sweetest man. Let's do this: for the next two hours I am your plaything; we will figure out what happens next later. If I don't at least try this, I think I'll always regret it. And, Jacob, I don't want you to hold anything back. I want it all and don't even think about being gentle. I want it rough and hard. Now excuse me for a minute, please; I need to freshen up."
Helga walked towards the bedroom after Jake pointed the door out for her; she was carrying a small valise that Jake had wondered about when he let her in. He was starting to get antsy after she had been gone for over five minutes, but knew better than to try to hustle her up. Five more minutes passed before he heard the door to the bedroom open behind him. He turned and almost swallowed his tongue. Helga was leaning against the doorframe in a black merry widow with black silk panties. Black stay up stockings led down to a pair of black patent leather fuck me pumps with at least four-inch heels. Jake's dick hardened so fast that, had he been naked, it would have hit him under the chin and probably knocked him out. As it was, all the blood rushing to his dick made him light-headed.
As he gawked, she eased into the room, her right hand behind her back.
"Sven bought me this outfit for tonight," she said, "I bought this yesterday for you."
She pulled her hand from behind her back and handed him the largest wooden spoon he had ever seen. Made of a dark oiled exotic wood, it was about eighteen inches long; the scoop part was three inches wide and almost flat. There was a knob on the tip of the handle.
Jake put both the spoon and Helga through their paces. And frankly, Helga put her daughter to shame as a lover. She was absolutely the most responsive woman he had ever been with; she loved everything he did with her and did not hesitate for a second, no matter what he wanted her to try. If this was what Erika was going to grow up to be, he was going to have to reconsider letting her go. She started coming almost as soon as he got her panties off and ordered her to bend over the counter. She didn't stop coming until after she had sucked his third load down her throat. When he took her anal virginity, she was not stoically accepting as Erika had been, but pushed back against him ardently and did her best to squeeze his dick on the outstroke. She loved it when he took her from behind and slapped her ass in time with his strokes. She also possessed a world-class edible pussy. She had shaved her puffy mound perfectly and her slick juices were as sweet as soda pop.
Jake finally buried his bone in her after thirty minutes of spanking and eating. She went on and on about how big he was, and how hard he was, and how good he was fucking her. She was as tight as her daughter and her pussy rippled up and down his dick as they fucked. Her body was not the best he had ever seen, her tits did sag some and her ass wasn't as round as Erika's, but Jake loved every inch of it. Helga was thrilled by his reaction to her and her body. As he pounded his dick into her twat with her legs over his shoulders, she vowed that if Sven agreed, there would indeed be a succession of next times.
Two hours later, they lay exhausted on the bed. The covers were wet from cum and perspiration so Jake pulled them back and they snuggled under the sheet. Helga covered his face with kisses, then formally thanked him. She teasingly told him that she was as sore as she was on her wedding night so they couldn't possibly do it again for at least two days. Jake countered it would take longer than that for him to replenish the sperm she had relieved him of. Jake got up and asked if she wanted to shower with him. He was amused when she told him that Sven wanted her to go home wearing all the evidence. Old Sven was in for a surprise, Jake reckoned, as he gazed fondly at her hickeys, puffy pussy, red ass, and cum-covered body.
By the time Jake got out of the shower, the bed was made and Helga was back in her pretty dress. Jake put on his clothes and they walked out of the bedroom holding hands. Jake picked up the big spoon from the counter and asked a blushing Helga if they were going to need it again. She meekly nodded yes so he had her put it in her valise.
Helga dropped Jake off at the Phillips residence at ten past four for his next appointment. The twins opened the door, grabbed his hands, and practically dragged him into the living room. He looked them over while they were tugging him down the hall. They were dressed identically in fairly short white skirts and navy blue sweaters. Their already prominent breasts sat impossibly high on their chests with nipples aimed toward the ceiling. They had long coltish legs unadorned with stockings and they wore navy blue inch and half heels. They sat him between them on the couch. He greeted them each by name and they looked wide-eyed and impressed. Jake kept to himself the information that, when Diane had introduced them, he noticed Faith had an almost invisible little scar over her left eyebrow.
"Mom is upstairs primping, so we are supposed to entertain you until she comes down," Faith said.
"She sure is going to a lot of trouble to look pretty just to talk about college," Hope followed on.
"Yeah, it's almost like she was going on a date," Faith added.
These two little cuties were way too smart and their technique of questioning was disconcerting. Jake knew he was going to have to keep on his toes.
"Anyway, would you like a glass of tea?" Hope spoke this time.
"Tea would be great and your mom probably thinks she needs to look her best because you two are so pretty," Jake said.
They blushed pink and ran giggling out of the room. They were back in a couple of minutes with drinks and reassumed their positions on the couch. Jake noted with amusement that they were sitting closer and had switched positions. He turned to his right, "Thanks for the tea, Hope." The giggled again and Hope told him it was a test to see if he really could tell them apart because their mom was the only other person who could. Faith explained that even their dad mixed them up when they visited him. The twins seemed comfortable with him and started flirting. Jake could play that game with the best of them and soon had them wiggling and giggling.
The girls heard their mother clicking down the hall and immediately became prim and proper. Jake stood up when Diane entered the room; she had on much the same outfit as her daughters with the addition of stockings and taller heels. She took his hand and welcomed him to their home; Jake told her, "Thank you for the invitation, Ms. Phillips." She told him that he should call her Diane while he was there. Jake noticed that Faith and Hope were watching them like hawks. Diane excused herself and went to check on dinner.
"Boy, she sure likes you," Faith said, "Nobody gets to call her Diane."
"Yeah, and she had on perfume and high heels, like on a date," Hope said.
"That's right and she dyed her hair yesterday," said Faith.
They both turned to Jake with questioning looks. Time to muddy the waters.
"I wish I was that lucky," he said, "I think your mom really likes one of my football coaches that I'm kinda friends with; maybe she's trying to get me to say something about her to him."
That was something a thirteen-year-old girl could relate to. Telling a guy's friend to put in a good word for you was a time honored way to get a guy to talk to you when you were in junior high. They bombarded him with questions. Jake swore them to secrecy and told them about their mom sitting with Mr. McClelland in the lunchroom. They thought that was way cool and very significant; in their world, sitting with a guy at lunch was pre-going-steady. That earned Jake a reprieve from pointed questions and started another round of flirting. By the time supper was announced, both girls were showing a lot of leg and making sure their hard pointy tits got rubbed against him, 'accidentally', of course.
Damn, Ms. Phillips could cook. The roast and trimmings were exceptional albeit Jake had worked up quite an appetite playing with Helga. He polished off two big helpings and a slice of blueberry pie. The twins were amazed at the food he packed away and teased him about it. Diane set the girls to cleaning the kitchen and told them that she was taking Jake to her home office to look at some college catalogs.
Diane's office was a combination sewing room plus study. Diane showed him into the room and closed the door behind them; a bookcase, desk and file cabinet filled one side of the room, sewing table and ironing board the other. As soon as the door clicked shut, Diane was in his arms. Even though she wore heels, Jake had to bend down to kiss her. Both knew that nothing much was going to happen but they still enjoyed the intimate moment. Diane took a catalog from the University of Central Florida off the shelf and one from Stetson; she was showing Jake their programs for advanced high school students when the twins burst through the door. They were ostensibly there to tell their mom they were finished in the kitchen but probably they were hoping to see something.
Diane sent them off and apologized to Jake for the disturbance. Jake told her no problem and mentioned to her the grilling they gave him and how bright they were. She told him they were much too smart and much too curious about sex. In today society she said, kids just grew up too fast. Jake agreed with her and got a probing look for his statement. She did not think a fifteen-year-old boy would see eye to eye with her on that subject. Jake asked if he could borrow the catalogs to show his folks and she said yes. They stole another kiss and went out to the living room where the twins were watching television. Diane told them to grab a sweater because they were going to drive Jake home. They went to their room for sweaters while she retrieved her purse.
The Phillips women pulled up in the Turner's front yard at six-twenty. Jake insisted they meet his family. Charles and Helen were cordial towards Diane and amazed as she recounted Jake's testing results. Diane told them she wanted Jake to take some college placement tests very soon and the parents concurred. Debbie came down stairs and was surprised to see Ms. Phillips there; her eyes really lit up when she saw the nubile twins. She said hello to the guidance counselor and took the twins on a tour. Faith and Hope looked at her as if she were a goddess as they followed her upstairs. Jake was going to have to have another talk with Debbie. Diane stayed and chatted with the Turner parents for fifteen minutes; when Debbie brought her daughters down, they departed. Hope and Faith were telling their mother about the pool and being invited by Debbie come over and swim sometime as they got in the car.
As soon as they were out of the driveway Jake asked his folks if Melissa could take him somewhere for a couple of hours. He was told to be home by nine. He and Melissa high tailed it to coach's place. They got to coach's a couple of minutes before seven; Maria and a stocky bald man were already there waiting. Maria introduced Jake to the man; he was Jim Peters, the private investigator. Jake let them in and Peters starting rigging his equipment. Jake called Vivian and told her he had snagged some documents from Melissa and, if she wanted to see them, tonight was her only chance because he had to replace them before morning. She agreed to come to him so he gave her the address. It would take at least thirty minutes for Vivian to arrive so the three of them sat down at the table to talk about their roles.
Maria gave Jake the documents to show Vivian; she had a copy of the will and documents about Melissa's trust. She had fabricated the trust documents to read the way Randal had wanted them to read; the real assignment of the trust was already at the bank and in effect. Then Maria showed Jake and Melissa a report she had an investigator in Atlanta compile on Vivian Thornton, nee Vivian Moore. Turns out Vivian had been married before she wed Russell. She had taken hubby number one for a bundle by portraying him as an abusive louse at their divorce trial. Hubby number one was still irate at his treatment and more than happy to spill his guts about Vivian; he had given the investigator all kinds of dirt on Vivian and leads on where to find even more. Jake asked Maria how she had gotten the information so fast. Maria said she had hired the investigator the week before Russell was killed because of her suspicion that Randal and Vivian were having an affair. She received this interim report in the mail just yesterday. The two women left; Peters finished hiding his microphones and went to the bedroom to hide in the closet.
At eight, Vivian knocked on the door. Jake let her in and she gave him a steamy kiss. He showed her to the couch and retrieved the documents from the kitchen table. Vivian first read the will. Her face turned sour as she sorted through the legal mumbo-jumbo. She snatched up the trust papers and her scowl softened somewhat. Jake could see the gears turning in her devious mind as he casually draped his arm across her shoulder. She looked at him sideways and Jake saw exactly when her next Machiavellian plot came to her.
"Thank you, Jake honey, you are so good to me," she said.
She settled herself closer to him and pulled his hand down to her breast.
"Do you think you could do a couple of other things for me?" she asked as she unbuttoned her blouse.
"What do you want me to do?" Jake said.
He hoped he was acting like a typical teenage boy as he looked hungrily at her exposed bra. Her breasts were a nice size, not pendulant and heavy but full and round. She placed his hand on the upper slope of her creamy mound and Jake slipped it into her cup and toyed with her nipple. Jake felt her breath catch and did not think it was part of her act.
"That feels good, lover," she said, "I was wondering if you could get Melissa to be your girlfriend, she seems to like you a lot so it should be easy. If she was your girlfriend you could give her advice about stuff."
Vivian thought that if she could get this young Romeo to make Melissa fall for him, she would be holding all the cards. Her experience had shown her that love made people easy to influence. If her young protégé managed to get a lovelock on her stepdaughter, she could dispense with Randal. She figured she could maintain a much firmer grip on this boy than she could on the shady Randal. Since seeing the fake will Randal's value had diminished; she needed Melissa alive and somehow under her control just as her brother was. As an added benefit, she could already tell that Jake was far more capable of meeting her needs than the bumbling Chip or the arrogant Randal. And she did have needs, she reflected, as she reached behind her back to unclip her bra.
Jake tried to get her to go to the bedroom with him but she refused. He was going to have to do more for her before that happened and the expectation of getting into her pants would keep him motivated. There were other things he could do for her in the interim she thought, as she reached under her skirt and pulled off her panties. Seconds later she had her latest conquest on his knees in front of her slavishly playing homage to her with his tongue. She had been right about him, he was better than good. He licked her through two of the best orgasms she could remember before she pushed him away. She lavished praise on him and told him he was her man and they would have plenty of time for other things. She got him to agree to make Melissa his girlfriend and suggested he could help reconcile her and Melissa. Vivian was not above turning her charm toward women; it would be divine if she could directly control both her step-children and eliminate everyone else.
Jake gathered up the documents and Vivian drove him home. It was nine-thirty and he was late. When he walked into the house he heard voices coming from the kitchen so he headed that way. His parents were sitting at the nook table with Maria and Melissa. The Thornton women looked chastised and penitent; Charles' expression showed concern and Helen was as pissed-off as he ever hoped to see her. All eyes were on him as he pulled out a chair and sat down. He guessed the cat must have escaped the bag.
"Explain yourself, young man, and it had better be good," Helen said in a dangerous tone.
Jake looked her in the eye and related how he had come up with the idea of befriending Vivian so they could have a clue as to what she and Randal were conspiring. He told his parents why he had not told them and laid out everything excluding only the sexual details. Charles expression eased; it was a good plan and with a woman involved, his son had an excellent chance for success. Helen though was having none of it; the whole scenario put one of her children in possible danger.
"You are grounded, mister; now go to your room," Helen said.
Jake looked at her a second and saw nothing in her expression to
indicate she was willing to discuss his status further. He excused
himself and headed for his room, glad to be out of the bursting radius
of her ire. He wondered if this was actually another example of Helen
considering older women a threat to her where younger ones were not. He
would need to somehow fix the Helen problem, and quickly.