Your family is hilarious. You have nothing to be embarrassed about."
"Were you just there? Did you just hear my grandma talk about vibrators?"
I nod. "And your mom talk about butt plugs."
Kimbra scrunches her nose. "Oh, if I ever thought I might...now, no. Just no!"
I laugh again. "But with Amazon Prime—"
She hits my shoulder playfully. "Don't even suggest it."
"I can't wait to meet the rest of this family. The Joneses are much more exciting than the Willises ever were or have been."
She leads me to a downed tree and we sit on the rough bark. My gym shorts do very little to stop the wood from sticking in my ass.
"Not all of them," Kimbra explains. "I told you my cousin Scarlet is perfect. Well, her side of the family wouldn't say fuck if their lives depended on it. One time Kevin got them to play Cards Against Humanity just so he could hear our aunt cuss."
"So we won't be discussing sex toys at the wedding reception? Because I have the Amazon Prime app on my phone—"
"No! We have a rule. Mom is pretty good, unless she's had too much wine. Dad, well, he isn't usually the one. It's Grandma. If anyone starts discussing something inappropriate, anything that shouldn't be said around that side of the family, we clear our throats. If that doesn't work, we start coughing. Anything to drown out whatever one of them could be saying."
I reach over and walk my fingers from Kimbra's knee to the hem of her shorts. "Inappropriate. I believe I was recently told that I was inappropriate."
"Yes, Mr. Willis, you were."
I move my fingers toward the crotch of her shorts. "All I asked you was if you came. You never answered me." I push aside the material and brush her pussy.
Kimbra moans as she moves her legs farther apart, giving me more access. I curl my finger, find her cunt, and slip just inside her warm hole. As I tease, the walls of her pussy grab my finger.
"Kimberly Ann"—I smile at the use of her full name—"I want to make you cum right now."
"T-they can still see us." Her voice trembles as her arms begin to quake.
Scanning the wood line, I reach for her hand and continue us down the path she'd started. Once we are a few hundred feet into the woods, I stop. "Take off your clothes."
M y mind says to tell Duncan no. This whole weekend is already out of control. Having sex with him on the plane was one thing, but last night, the way he went down on me. The way I came over and over. The way he kissed me, bruising my lips with his cum-covered mouth was one of the most erotic scenes of my life.
And now, he's telling me to strip—in the woods, behind my parents' house.
"Kimbra."
The timbre of his tone rattles through me. Instead of arguing, I do as he says. The gasp he releases as I pull off first the t-shirt and then the camisole sends shockwaves to my pussy. I shimmy out of my shorts and panties as his stare penetrates my shields, seeing past the woman in his employ and into the real me. The girl from a small town in Indiana.
Duncan lifts me in his arms so that my legs surround his hips. I lock my ankles together. With very little adjustment, he pulls down the waistband of his shorts and then his boxer briefs. I wiggle against the crown of his cock as he lines it up with my hole.
"Oh! Fuck!" I scream.
Thankfully I'm wet and ready, because there is no lead-up, no soft touches. My back arches as I lock my fingers behind his neck and he splits me open.
Deep.
Thrust after thrust.
I ride him as he leans back against a large tree and bucks inside of me. I'm floating, suspended on his giant cock, our cum lubricating my hole as he mercilessly takes me. It's raw and dirty, and I love every second.
I moan so loud it echoes through the woods, rustling the leaves and sending small creatures scattering. Leaning forward I suck his shoulder, the t-shirt growing wet as I bite to keep from screaming more. Tension builds as he pounds inside of me until I explode. Cum drips like a faucet as my pussy throbs and squeezes his