A Family Birthday

The doorbell rang, he was over an hour late. She adjusted herself within the dressing gown and walked to the door. Before opening the door she struck her pose; She leant against the wall, one leg slipped out from the dressing gown exposing her firm thigh, gown pulled apart enough to display cleavage.

Her tongue wet her lips, and her hand pushed a wave of hair behind her ear. Her fingers gripped the lock and opened the door.

Cold air rushed in from outside, she felt it brush up the inside of her thigh making her shiver. “Christ, Adam, I thought you were JD!” She pulled the gown together as her boyfriend's brother's cheeks reddened.

“Sorry, I came to drop off your present. Isn't James here?” Adam was one of the few people who called JD by his real name.

“No, was expecting him an hour ago. Come in.” She led him into the living room to the couch. “I thought he would be round at yours as its Thursday.”

“Thursday?” The confusion was clear on his face.

“Poker night.”

He hesitated. “Oh yeah, poker.”

“You're protecting him again, like Tanya.” When they were 15 JD had cheated on her with Tanya, Adam had protected him.

“No, I forgot about Poker.” His cheeks had turned red, he was an awful liar.

“You are terrible at lying. Who is she?” She wasn't particularly surprised, 6 years and recently something had changed.

“It's not my place to say.” His refusal to say intrigued her. He had already given away that his brother was cheating so the who shouldn't matter.

“You've already told me he is with someone, just tell me who.” She sat in silence watching him as his eyes bounced around the room, trying to avoid looking at her.

Eventually he whispered his response, “Your sister.”

She knew Ali was a whore, she didn't get the nickname at 14 of Anal Ali because she was overly tidy. However, she didn't expect her to sleep with her boyfriend. Questions filled her mind; how long? How often? How did it start?

She went to ask one of the many questions, and realised it didn't really matter. “Why did you never tell me about Tanya?”

“I...” he hesitated, clearly he had expected a question about her sister. “I couldn't.”

“Why?”

“He bribed me.”

“How much did your silence cost?” She wanted to see know much she was worth.

His cheeks reddened again. “A photo.”

Instantly she knew which photo. JD had convinced her that they should take some sexy photos. At first she was topless, covered by hands; by the end, she was naked hiding nothing. A month later one was missing.

An image flashed into her mind, Adam, sat on his bed holding the photo of her in one hand and himself in the other. She had always thought Adam was cute and a plan for revenge formed.

She stood up, “So if it took a photo of me naked to keep you quiet, I guess we have to go one step further for your reward.” She let the gown slip from her shoulders, it fell in a puddle of thick velour around her ankles.

She stood on display for him, one leg slightly bent. Long, sleek legs shimmered, the downy V between them unashamedly visible to him. Her thin waist led up to her pert breasts, tipped with dark nipples. Her long brown hair tumbled down over her shoulders. Elegant fingers splayed over her hips.

He sat gazing at her, her body had developed since she was 15. He looked uncomfortable but couldn't drag his eyes from her flesh.

She climbed onto the sofa, he squirmed unsure what to do but didn't flee. She took his hand and placed it on her soft breast, he was the second man to touch her. The tingle between her legs was from more than the thrill of revenge.

Shaking fingers unfastened his belt, she bit her bottom lip in anticipation. He hardened beneath her touch as she freed him. Her fingers closed round his hot rod, enjoying the familiarity mixed with new.

His hands began exploring her body, fingers ran across her hot skin. Their lips pressed together, tongues reaching for each other. Her body felt more excited than it had in years. She was eager to feel him inside her.

She climbed on top of him, gently guiding him into her moist opening. Her body took hold of him, welcoming him into her warmth. Thoughts of revenge were pushed from her mind, all she could think about was him inside her.

He thrust upwards, driving into her, lifting her from the sofa. She cried out as she felt him deep inside her. Her fingers clawed in his hair. The heat grew inside her. Her cries got louder. She squeezed her eyes shut. Her body exploded in pleasure.

He heard the James at the door. He didn't care they would be found. He was with the woman he had obsessed over since stealing a photo of her naked. It had taken a lot of lies, and when she discovered the truth, she would probably never talk to him again, but he didn't care.

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