Incest

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family camping trip_(1)

Hands pushing on my back woke me up. I opened my eyes and looked out the small net window over my head, it was not full daylight, but quickly dawning. The hands on my back pushed again, with more urgency, I rolled over to face my sister. “What the hell are you doing in my bed?” was the first thing she said.

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Memories of a Deviant: Prologue and Ch. 1: Family Reunion_(1)

No matter where you go in the world, one thing that is almost universally considered to be a taboo is incest, and as you can see from the title of this new series even I, after all that’s happened, still consider it to be such. The only difference between myself and the rest of the world is that I no longer care if it is taboo or not.
What follows is the true story of how I entered into a deeply committed relationship with my cousin whom we will call Tiffany. Obviously that is not her real name and in order to protect our privacy and other, hopefully obvious reasons, all of the names, and locations that are mentioned will likewise be fabricated. What will be true are the events that took place.
If you are looking for a fast paced story or a gratuitous number of sex scenes then this series probably isn’t for you. The story is somewhat slow and there are relatively few sex scenes because the events that led to my current situation took place over the course of several years. If you find that disappointing then please accept my apologies and move on to find something else to read. For those of you who do decide to give this story a chance, you have my thanks and I hope that you enjoy it. comments and criticism are welcome and encouraged, but since this is my first attempt at writing please, if it is horrible, don’t just tell me that it’s horrible. Tell me why it’s horrible so I can fix the problem.
Also I would like to add that I will do my best to portray these event as accurately as possible with Tiffany helping to fill in some of the blanks, but please keep in mind that these events happened several years ago so some things, especially dialogue may not be completely true but just a close approximation of what I can remember. For that I will apologize in advance.
Now, on to the story…
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Before starting my tale, I should introduce myself. My name is Josh Abbot and currently I am forty years old, but at the time that the events in this story took place I was twenty two years old and in the navy, stationed in Norfolk, Virginia. At the time I was 5’11”, had red hair, had freckles scattered across the bridge of my nose and cheeks, and had pale, icy blue eyes. Also, by the grace of god and genetics I had a rather robust eight inch cock that was decently thick. Not exactly hung like a horse, I know, but big enough that most of the women I slept with didn’t go away disappointed.
I suppose the first incident worth recounting is when my family had a reunion in Corpus Christi, Texas for my grandparents fiftieth wedding anniversary. It was in the summer of 1995 and I took two weeks of leave from the navy, (which I joined as soon as I graduated high school in 1991) so that I could attend. I flew in to Louisiana a few days before the reunion and stayed with my grandparents for a couple of days before we all piled into the car and drove to Texas. We were the first ones to arrive at the resort we would be staying at, and it fell to us to make sure that the reservations for all of the people who would be arriving over the next couple of days were in place. With that task completed we went to a well-known barbecue restaurant for dinner and went to bed early.
Early the nest morning, we woke up and ate breakfast just in time to greet my aunt and uncle who had just arrived with my two cousins, Sarah and Tiffany, who were seventeen and fifteen respectively, at the time. After hugging my aunt and uncle, I went outside to help them carry in their luggage and that was when I saw Tiffany get out of the back seat. I’m sure I must have looked like a fool, staring, open-mouthed, like I was. I hadn’t seen Tiffany in about six years and she had done a lot of growing up in that time. The last time I saw her she had been all knees and elbows, and about as curvy as a two-by-four. Now she stood about 5’5″ tall, and had breasts that I guessed were a solid B cup and looked to be still growing. her hair came about midway down her back and was a brown so dark it almost appeared black unless she was standing in direct sunlight. Also, since she was wearing khaki shorts that were just long enough to avoid being indecent and a tight fitting yellow tank top, I could make out a subtle flaring of her hips. Though her build was still very petite, she had played volleyball and soccer for several years and I could see hard muscle underneath her soft skin. However, what drew my attention and held me captivated more than anything else was her face. She had inherited just enough of her father’s round face to soften the sharp angles that she got from her mother, and that ,combined with full lips and sparkling blue eyes that were just shy of being too large, gave her an almost angelic appearance. I could tell that her face would prove to be extremely expressive, revealing even the slightest twinge of emotion. I couldn’t help but smile as I thought to myself that she must be almost incapable of bluffing or hiding anything, and that only served to intensify the attraction that I was already starting to feel towards her.
I managed to snap out of my trance just as Tiffany’s face lit up in an ear-to-ear grin, confirming my speculations about how expressive her face would be, and she virtually sprinted over to me and wrapped me in a huge hug. Feeling her soft, warm breasts pressed up against my chest was sending little jolts of pleasure shooting throughout my body, so I had to break the hug and create some space before the delightful sensation of her young body pressed against me made things very awkward for both of us. As we stepped apart, however, I noticed that her smile had changed subtly. Now it was more of a smirk, both knowing and a little mischievous. It said that not only did she know the effect she was having on me, but that she thoroughly enjoyed knowing that she had that effect on me. It seemed that my innocent little cousin had grown up into quite the flirt.
I looked away to divert my attention, since looking at tiffany was threatening to make my jeans about two sizes too small, and saw my other cousin, (Tiffany’s older sister) Sarah, get out of their car. While her height and build were almost identical to Tiffany, that is about where the similarities ended. Tiffany’s hair was a dark brown but Sarah’s was a bright flaming red like mine. And even though almost everyone in our family had blue eyes Sarah’s eyes were a vivid forest green, and like me she had a dense mass of freckles covering her nose and cheeks. All of that combined with the quick, easy smile that was almost permanently plastered on her face and the angular features she inherited from her mother gave her an almost impish look, making her appear to be very mischievous and playful, although you would be hard pressed to find someone more reserved and shy than her. Sarah gave me a shy smile as she walked over to me, and in an effort to force her out of her shell I crushed her to me in a massive bear hug; picking her up and swinging her in a circle for good measure. It had the desired effect and she squealed rather loudly, causing all three of us to burst out laughing. By now we had managed to attract more than a few curious stares from other guests due to the commotion we were making, so we all grabbed as many bags as we could carry and fell into an easy banter as we carried them to the suite of rooms that they and their parents would be staying in.
As we headed up to their rooms I dropped back a few paces and pondered on the fact that although Sarah was every bit as gorgeous as her sister, in her own way, she didn’t have nearly the effect on me that Tiffany did. Whenever I so much as glanced at Tiffany it felt like an electric shock went through me, and I couldn’t help but imagine how good it would feel to have those full lips pressed against mine. By contrast, whenever I looked at Sarah, even though I could appreciate that she was a beautiful young woman, all I saw was my cousin. Nothing more and nothing less than that.
As we made it up to their family’s suite and deposited their bags, I managed to steer the conversation to the topic I was really interested in. Dating.
Casually I turned to Sarah and asked, “So, tell me, now that you’re all grown up are there any boyfriends who I should be threatening to kill?”
Her eyes grew wide but she laughed and responded, “No, I don’t have a boyfriend, but even if I did why would you threaten to kill him?”
“Because,” I answered jokingly, “I don’t have any little sisters and you girls don’t have any older brothers. Therefore I have decided to draft you two as my little sisters, and the Code of Honor for Big Brothers clearly states that it is the paramount responsibility of any big brother to threaten all of his little sister’s boyfriends with death should they behave in a way that the big brother deems to be unfitting.”
Tiffany, who had been listening to our conversation, let out a short peal of musical laughter that sent a wave of goosebumps rushing over me and asked, “Oh really? And where exactly in this code of honor does it say that?”
I looked at Tiffany and with the best poker face I could manage replied, “Section one, paragraph c, line four.”
Both girls looked at me, surprise evident on their faces, for several seconds before they both burst out laughing almost in unison.
“Good lord,” Sarah choked out between laughs, “for a second there you actually had me thinking that there really was a code of honor for big brothers written down somewhere, and I’ve just never heard of it!”
Unable to maintain my poker face any longer I began laughing along with the girls, and finally, after we had all managed to catch our breath, I turned to Tiffany and asked her, “What about you, Tiff? Any boys I should be putting the fear of God into?”
She flashed me that knowing smirk again, like she knew why I was really asking, (and for all I know she did. Like her I was almost incapable of hiding things.) and replied, “I’ve been on one or two dates, but I wouldn’t call them boyfriends. None of the boys at school are really my type.”
My heart-rate kicked up a notch, because I knew I would be treading dangerous waters with my next question, “Oh really? What exactly is your type?”
Her grin grew wider and took on a playfully wicked edge as she replied, “I kind of have a thing for red heads.”
As much as I wanted to see where that conversation would lead, I couldn’t forget that Sarah was standing right there beside her sister, and right about then the door to the room opened and in came my grand parents with my aunt and uncle right behind them. After greeting and visiting with my aunt Cynthia and uncle Thomas for a while I took my leave with a mumbled excuse about moving my bags to my new room (I had stayed in my grandparents room the previous night but my parents would be arriving the next day and from then I on I would be staying in a different suite with them).
As I grabbed my bags and began the task of transferring them to the new suite the buzz I got from being around Tiffany wore off and the guilt and shame of having sexual thoughts towards my cousin began to set in. What kind of sick freak was I? From the moment she got out of the car all I had been able to think about was what it would be like to have those long legs wrapped around my waist. I covered the last of the distance to my new room and shuffled inside, wanting nothing more than to crawl into a deep, dark hole and stay there until I starved to death. I threw my bags onto the floor and dropped into the bed, hoping that with a little quiet and some time to think I would be able to reconcile my thoughts and actions with what I believed to be right. I failed miserably in that attempt and the last coherent thought I had before dropping off into a dream laden sleep was: was it just my imagination or was Tiffany actually flirting back?
I awoke several hours later to the sound of the hotel room’s telephone ringing. When I answered it was my grandparents asking if I was going to meet them in the lobby so we could all go to dinner. Apparently I had slept through most of the day. After I hung up I grudgingly crawled out of the bed, (which was far more comfortable than any hotel bed had a right to be.) and got dressed. Finally I shuffled out into the hall and took an elevator down to the lobby where everyone else was waiting.
While we were at the restaurant I did everything in my power to avoid looking at and talking to Tiffany without making it obvious and/or offending her, but I was fighting a losing battle and eventually came to the decision that it didn’t matter what thoughts and feelings I had for her as long as I didn’t act on them. Besides, acting on my desires would most likely only result in a swift rejection, and, if she told the rest of the family, my prompt disownment.. After that being around her became much easier, because I let myself steal glances and fantasize to my heart’s content, but made sure that my body language, tone of voice, and every word that came out of my mouth conveyed only that I enjoyed goofing around with my cousin and nothing more.
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity but was in reality only an hour or two, everyone finished eating and we all headed back to the resort. Once there I quickly said my goodnights and hurried off to my room. All the fantasizing I had done at dinner had left me seriously aroused and it was high time I took care of that little problem. As soon as the door closed behind me I stripped naked, lay on the bed, and masturbated furiously to an intense, body shaking orgasm. No sooner had the last jet of semen landed on my chest than there was a knock on my door.
“Just a second!” I yelled. I hurriedly got out of bed and ran to the bathroom, where I grabbed a wash rag and cleaned myself off. After that I got dressed as quickly as I could and opened the door to find Tiffany and Sarah standing out in the hall wearing long shirts and flip flops, with beach towels around their shoulders.
“Hey Josh,” Sarah piped up, “We’re about to go swimming and we were wondering if you could come with us.”
“I don’t know, girls. It’s been a long day and I’m getting tired.” I lied.
Both of my cousins let a whiny tone creep into their voices and simultaneously said, “pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeease!”
I couldn’t help but laugh and say, “Okay, okay. You win. Just let me get changed and I will meet you guys in the lobby.” Their eyes lit up and they readily agreed, rushing off down the hall towards the elevators. I closed the door with a resigned chuckle and began to change into my swim trunks. After that I threw on a white t-shirt and some flip flops, grabbed a towel out of the bathroom, and headed down to the lobby to meet up with them.
When we entered the room that contained the resort’s indoor pool, I was pleasantly surprised to find that the three of us were the only ones there. I turned to the girls and asked, “Are uncle Tom and aunt Cyn going to join us?”
“No, they were tired and decided to go to bed.” Sarah replied.
Having said that both girls dropped their towels and their room key on the nearest table and shimmied out of their shirts, letting me see their bathing suits for the first time. Sarah’s suit was very fitting with her personality. it was a modest one-piece, and a drab, olive green in color, which was very much in line with her shy and reserved nature. When I turned to look at Tiffany, however, I had to suck in a breath and consciously keep my mouth from hanging open. Just like Sarah’s bathing suit was very fitting of her personality, so, too, was Tiffany’s. She was wearing a bright, almost neon, pink bikini that matched her vibrant and out-going character, and the amount skin it showed left me temporarily unable to remember how to breathe and I was fighting very hard not to spring a massive erection right there in front of her. now that there wasn’t a shirt to cover her up I could see that she was amazingly fit, due to all the sports she played. her stomach was flat and tight with abs that, though they were clearly defined, were not so defined as to reduce her femininity.
In part to show off the fact that I was in pretty good shape myself, and partly to block my view of Tiffany and give me a chance to get my head on straight, I stripped off my own shirt and tossed it on the table with the rest of our stuff. When I turned back I found two sets of eyes glued to my abdomen.
“Geez, Josh. Have you been working out?” Tiffany asked in a voice that I could only describe as husky.
With a smile and a generous helping of false modesty, I replied, “Yeah, a little.” I had always been a wiry guy so even though my muscles weren’t bulging they were sharply defined and hard as rock.
“Wow, I’ll bet you have a ton of girls lining up to date you.” Sarah chipped in.
I couldn’t help but laugh and replied, “Less than you’d think.”
“Really?” Tiffany chirped in disbelief, “How many girlfriends have you had since you joined the navy?”
Figuring that honesty was the best policy I simply said, “None.”
“Aw. How come?”
“Because I’m shy and have all the social skills of a retarded hermit crab.” I said, and since this conversation was taking an uncomfortable turn, added on, “Are we going to stand around talking all night or are we going to go for a swim?”
Without waiting for a response I turned and dove into the pool headfirst, and I was quickly followed by Sarah and then Tiffany. For the next couple of hours we enjoyed ourselves and were splashing around and laughing almost non stop, and I relaxed enough that I was almost able to look at Tiffany and see only my goofy cousin, whom I loved. Almost. Then the inevitable happened and as I snuck up behind Tiffany and grabbed her around the waist to throw her, my hands slipped up her body because of the water and before I knew what was happening I was standing behind her with a soft yet firm breast grasped in each hand. I was instantly s hard as I have ever been in my life and quickly let go and jumped back, apologizing profusely in the process.
“Relax!” she laughed, “It was an honest accident so no harm done.”
We continued to laugh and joke around and I hoped fervently that she wouldn’t look down and see the raging hard-on I sported before it had a chance to fade. We stayed in the pool for about an hour after that and if she ever did look down and see that I was pitching a tent in my trunks for most of that time she never said anything, so I quit worrying about it and just had fun. When we all finally went back to our rooms for the night I masturbated again, imagining the feel of her perfect breasts in my hands before I finally dropped of to sleep.
The next day my own parents arrived at the resort, along with the rest of the families that would be joining us and visiting and catching up with everyone kept me so occupied that I had not time to spend with Tiffany, for which I was both grateful and a little disappointed.
Once everyone was settled in my grandpa revealed our schedule for the rest of the trip. It seemed that he filled every waking hour with all the fun activities that Corpus Christi had to offer leading up to the night of their anniversary. I opted to spend most of that time away from Tiffany, since I figured that the less time I spent with her the smaller the chance was for me to get myself in trouble. However, it was impossible to avoid her completely without making it obvious that I was doing so, and every night when we returned to the resort after the days activities, without fail, she and Sarah would show up at the door to my room and beg me to go swimming with them. I learned very quickly that while we were wrestling around in the pool I could touch her as much as I wanted and no one thought it out of the ordinary. it quickly became my favorite part of the day and over the course of our vacation I had a few more “slip-ups” that ended with me fondling her in ways no cousin should touch another, but since they were all supposedly accidents nobody was the wiser and no feelings got hurt.
Finally the big night of my grandparents’ anniversary arrived and they had reserved a banquet hall that the resort had available specifically for that purpose. It turned out to be a wonderful evening filled with music and laughter, and since family were the only ones present, no one thought it odd when Tiffany and I danced together. At the end of the night, after taking several photos of the entire family, we all wandered off to our beds.
The next morning my grandfather announced the activity he had planned for our final night at the resort, and that turned out to be a day long trip to six flags! Needless to say we were all very excited as we piled into our cars and headed for the massive amusement park. My memories of what I did there are a little fuzzy but I know I rode every roller coaster I could find even tried my hand at some of the carnival games I saw, but I’m fairly certain those games were rigged because even after several dollars and attempts I failed to win anything. As the day was winding to an end I was beginning to feel very good about the entire trip, despite my indiscretions towards Tiffany. Naturally that’s when fate decided to intervene against me.
Just as everyone was thinking that it was about time to head back to the hotel, Tiffany spoke up and said that she really wanted to ride the big ferris wheel that six flags had. When her parents broke down and said she could she told them that she didn’t want to go by herself. Sarah was tired and didn’t want to go with her, and ditto for the rest of the children that were there. Tiffany turned to me directly and asked me to come with her and naturally my parents agreed for me. Great. Just what I needed. Several minutes alone with the one person I was desperately trying to avoid.
In the face of her pleading gaze I reluctantly agreed and walked over to the ride with her and got in. The ferris wheel was a big one, and instead of having benches for you to sit on it had the completely enclosed cars that could seat up to four people. Once we got in and sat down, though, I noticed an almost immediate change come over Tiffany. It was almost as if, in the blink of an eye, she had traded personalities with her sister. Where before she had been very outspoken and full of life and youthful energy, now she was acting very shy and quiet. I could tell that she wanted to talk about something and was trying to work up the nerve.
Afraid of what she might have to say, I decided not to make it easy on her and sat there silently, looking out the window. The ride went on, and still she hadn’t said anything, and I began to think that I might be able to get out of this with no harm done. Then, for the second time that evening, fate conspired against me. We came around to the top of the ferris wheel and the ride paused to begin letting people out. as it started to move again there was a terrible, loud grinding noise and the ride shuddered to a stop. Tiffany screamed and began crying out of sheer fright and a few seconds later a voice came over a nearby loudspeaker, announcing that the ferris wheel had stripped a gear and to remain calm while they fixed the problem. Feeling sorry for Tiffany, who was still terrified, I moved over to her side of the car and pulled her close, whispering nonsense to her until she had calmed down.
As I slid away from her I could tell that she still wanted to talk about something, and since it didn’t seem like we would be going anywhere for a while, I finally decided to just get it over with.
“Are you okay, Tiff? You’ve been acting weird since we got on this ride.”
She looked at me for a few seconds before finally responding, “Yeah, I’m okay, but there’s something I wanted to talk to you about.”
Crap. I knew it. I decided that playing dumb was probably my best option so I said, “Oh? What would that be?”
Tiffany, looking directly into my eyes, said, “I’ve noticed what you’ve been doing, Josh.”
My heart rate kicked into overdrive and I’m pretty sure I began visibly sweating bullets. The jig was up. I was pretty sure that Tiffany now hated me and worse, if she told anyone I would probably be disowned by the rest of the family, but, stubbornly sticking to my defense of ignorance, I said, “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“Come on, Josh,” she said, rolling her eyes, “I’ve seen you sneaking glances at me when you thought I wasn’t looking, and all those times you copped a feel while we were wrestling. Did you honestly think I wouldn’t notice?”
There was no point in playing dumb any longer. She obviously had me pegged, so I switched to plan B. Begging for forgiveness.
“Well, I was kind of hoping you wouldn’t. God, Tiff, I’m so sorry. I don’t know what the hell is wrong with me. I’m just a sick freak I guess, and if you never want to speak to me again that’s fine. As soon as we get off the ferris wheel I will leave you alone and you’ll never hear from me again. I promise.”
Tiffany started laughing about half way through my bumbling apology, “Josh! It’s okay! I’m not mad!”
“You’re not?”
“No! I mean come on. If I had a problem with what you were doing I would have stopped you. Truth is, I enjoyed all the attention you were giving me.”
“Oh…well then…uh…” Brilliant master of the witty retort. That’s me.
Tiffany chuckled, obviously enjoying how flustered I was getting.
‘Honestly, Josh, when I got out of the car and saw how hot you’ve gotten I had to resist the urge to start making out with you right there.”
“Yeah, but Tiff, we’re cousins. This is wrong. We shouldn’t even be thinking about things like this.”
Her expression grew more somber and she looked down, saying, “I know, and believe me I’ve tried to stop thinking about you that way, but for some reason I just can’t.”
“I know. Me too. So what do we do about this?”
“Well. Tomorrow I will be going back to Arizona and you will be going back to Virginia and after that we can pretend like none of this ever happened, but for now I say we just roll with it.”
“What do you mean?” I asked, hesitantly.
“Well, there’s something I’ve been wanting to do.” she said, and with that she slid across the bench until we were almost touching, tentatively reached out and pulled my face towards hers, and kissed me right on the lips.
The kiss was slow and hesitant at first. She merely closed her mouth and pressed her lips to mine, but that one little peck set my nerves on fire, and though my mind was rebelling at the idea of kissing my innocent little cousin, my body went into autopilot, and my hands went to her waist. pulling her closer so I could kiss her more forcefully. She responded in kind by snaking her arms around my neck and opening her mouth, deepening the kiss. After a moment I felt her delicate little tongue seeking entrance into my mouth. I gladly let it in, meeting it with mine and began massaging her tongue. Tiffany let out a breathy moan and pulled me even tighter, pushing her breasts up against my chest. My cock had gotten hard the second her lips touched mine but now it grew so hard it was physically painful. I lowered one hand down to her thigh and began squeezing and my other hand slowly made its way upwards until I was cupping her soft breast. She made no move to stop me so I took that as an encouragement and began kneading and squeezing her breast and occasionally pinching her nipple, which had grown hard from arousal. She let out another soft moan and through my other hand I felt her begin squeezing her thighs together, obviously trying to resist the urge to touch herself.
Unable to resist the urge any longer I picked her up with both hands and set her down so that she was straddling my lap, the v of her crotch nestled perfectly on the ridge of my erection. I wrapped both my arms around her back and held her tight against me as she began rhythmically rocking her hips back and forth, grinding her clit on my cock through the barrier created by our pants. The feeling was driving me crazy, and I could tell it was doing the same for her because she increased her tempo and began letting out low moans with every exhale. I began bucking my hips with her, matching her rhythm, and was rewarded with the knowledge that she was getting close because she picked up the pace even more and her moans became more frequent and louder. When her orgasm finally washed over her she was practically screaming and the instant she came she sucked in a huge breath and I felt her entire body lock up against me and start trembling. After a few seconds she let out her held breath in a long low moan that sent me over the edge and into my own intense orgasm.
When they finally got the ferris wheel fixed so we could exit the ride we were still laying there, wrapped in each other’s arms, trying to catch our breath. Tiffany gave me one last quick kiss on the mouth and moved over to the opposite bench so no one would guess that we had done anything, and as we exited the ride I looked down to make sure my shirt was long enough to cover the large wet spot in my jeans. Luckily it was and we left six flags with our family, acting like nothing out of the ordinary had happened.
As I settled into bed for the night, as it had on many other occasions, the guilt and shame of what I had just done washed over me, and I did something that I hadn’t done in a long, long time. I cried myself to sleep.
The next morning the entire Abbot clan met up for one last breakfast as a family and then everyone began making their long drives home. Tiffany and I mutually avoided each other except for a quick, awkward hug goodbye, and before log she and her family were driving back to Arizona and I was in the car with my parents this time heading back to their home in Missouri for a few days before I had to catch a flight back to Virginia. Tiffany and I never told anyone about what we did in the ferris wheel, and though she sent me a few emails I deleted them without reading the contents because I was ashamed of what transpired.
It was almost six years before I saw her again…

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Jason turned a rather unpleasant smile on his sister. “It’s no trouble, Miss Kules. It would be my pleasure to make your stay as pleasant as possible.”
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Ignoring his sister’s pointed gaze he raised his hand and signaled to one of the harried waitresses. The girl left the table she was waiting on without taking all of their drink orders to rush to Jason’s side. Ilianna sighed in exasperation. The way the chauvinistic Kourkoulis men treated women was just one of the reasons she used her mother’s maiden name to escape being associated with her father and half brothers.
“There should be a bottle of the ’76 Henriot chilling behind the bar,” Jason told the girl. “Bring it with six glasses.”
He watched as the waitress hurried away to do his bidding before turning his attention back to the girls seated at the table. “Since Lia seems adverse to introducing me, I’ll do it myself,” he said grinning as his sister tensed. “I’m Jason Kourkoulis.”
Ilianna could feel the surprise and excitement pulsating off of her friends. The girls that had been curiously quiet since Jason had arrived at their table suddenly erupted. Of course they all recognized the name and she was glad that Jason hadn’t revealed the family ties.
“I’m Chastity Cortland,” the blonde to his immediate right said extending her hand.
Jason took her hand in his and held it as the rest of the girls introduced themselves. Heather, Taylor, and Mackenzie along with Chastity all vying for her older brother’s attention. Ilianna rolled her eyes as Jason laid on his considerable charm. The waitress returned with her heavy tray and Jason opened the Champagne and poured it into the glasses. He smiled at Ilianna as he raised his glass.
“To you beautiful ladies and a wonderful vacation,” he said.
“You never mentioned that you knew Jason Kourkoulis,” Chastity said as she checked her makeup in the bathroom mirror before they returned to their table.
Ilianna dried her hands, irritation seeping through her every pore, and, with excessively deliberate care, dropped the small, cloth towel in the basket provided for used hand cloths. “He’s a business associate of my father’s, not a friend of mine,” she said derisively.
“The mysterious father,” Chastity said grinning at her friend.
Ilianna picked up her purse and turned toward the door, pretending not to have heard Chastity’s last remark. Her friends at school knew very little about her family other than that they were wealthy, and it was going to stay that way. Her overbearing father had so far acquiesced to her desires, though she knew it rankled with him that she wanted to separate herself from her family this way.
“You know, it’s not bad enough that you’re all exotic looking and gorgeous,” Chastity complained as they left the restroom. “You have this air of mystery, too, and the whole ice princess thing going on … it drives guys crazy and you don’t even seem to notice that they’re falling all over you panting and drooling.”
Ilianna barked a laugh. “You’re wrong,” she said as they approached the table.
“Look at him,” Chastity said nodding toward Jason. “He looks like some Greek God and he’s barely taken his eyes off you all night. You could have that gorgeous man in your bed in a second.”
Ilianna laughed harshly. “Not Jason,” she said emphatically. “Never Jason Kourkoulis.”
Chastity grinned. “Then you don’t mind if I try?”
“Please yourself,” Ilianna said. “I’m going back to the villa.”
“Are you kidding?” Chastity asked in disbelief as her friend started to make her way to the door. “It’s barely past midnight.”
Ilianna didn’t look back as she waded through the throng of college students that had descended on Cabo San Lucas for the Bacchanalian rites known as spring break. Beer was flowing freely and the party was already threatening to erupt out of control.
She smiled and shook her head several times as she was invited to join one group or another on her way across the terrace. Once she hit the sand she kicked off her flip flops and crossed the beach to walk at the edge of the surf as she headed back toward the villa.
“You were supposed to go to South Beach,” Jason called over the sound of breaking waves as he strode angrily toward her.
Ilianna raised one small hand to ward him off as he approached. “You didn’t have to fly down here to watch me,” she fired back furiously. “Why do you think I came here? There are no Helios resorts in Mexico.”
“There’s one, now,” Jason spat at her.
Her jaw dropped. “What? How did he do that? How did he even know I was coming here?”
Jason laughed dryly. “You think you do anything without the old man knowing?” he asked sardonically.
Ilianna shook her head in defeat. “Why can’t I just have a normal vacation with friends?” she asked bitterly. “I’m eighteen. I’m not a child.”
“Then stop acting like one! Maybe Alexander will treat you like the adult you claim to be,” Jason suggested.
“So now you really hate me because you had to leave your precious Miami to come to Cabo and baby sit,” she said miserably.
“I don’t hate you,” he denied as he slipped his arm around her slight shoulders to pull her against his side.
Ilianna leaned against his well muscled body and looked out over the dark Gulf of Cortez. Jason sighed, all of his exasperation evaporating as His baby sister fit herself against his side. They stood in silence watching the reflected light of the moon shimmer on the water. Ilianna yawned.
“You need to sleep,” Jason said kissing the top of her head. I’ll pick you up tomorrow and show you and your friends around.”
Ilianna turned into her brother’s arms. “You don’t have to waste time with us,” she said resting her head against his chest. “I’ll be okay on my own.”
Jason laughed softly. “I want to show you around. It’s been a long time, little sister. Maybe it’s time we get to know one another again.”
His finger under her chin turned her face up to his. Leaning down, he brushed his lips against hers. He felt a little shock as his lips touched hers. Ilianna inhaled sharply as Jason pulled her closer, pressing her against his hard body. Lifting his head, but not releasing her, he stared down at her shadowed face in silence for a long moment.
“Be ready at 10:00,” he said before turning her toward the path that led to her villa.
Ilianna looked over her shoulder once as she started up the path. Jason was still watching. Her feet carried her toward the lanai and the sliding glass doors, but something in her want to turn and run back to the man still standing on the beach. Part of her wanted to throw herself into his arms and taste his kiss again.
Jason stood watching until he saw a light come on inside the villa before starting back toward the hotel. He hadn’t expected his body to react the way it had to the feel of her soft curves against him. He had no idea what had made him kiss her. To all outward appearances it had been nothing more than a brotherly good night, but beneath the surface there had been a pulsating current of desire. He hadn’t been able to stop himself from pressing her nubile young body more firmly against his.
She had felt it, too. Her little gasp as his lips touched hers. The way her soft curves melted into his hard, muscular body. The hand resting against his chest had glided up over his shoulder to curve around the back of his neck.
Jason shook himself. “She’s your sister, you sick fuck,” he muttered into the dark.
He needed a woman. And he knew where to find one.
**
Jason thrust hard, almost violently, into the willing young woman he’d picked up in the hotel bar. He didn’t even remember her name. All he wanted was the long, silky, dark hair caressing his skin. All he needed was the lush body. The firm, round breasts, the narrow waist curving into full hips, the gentle swell of her belly. The only thing he craved was the feel of her silky thighs, her gorgeous, shapely legs wrapped around his thrusting hips.
He pushed up onto his arms to piston into her welcoming depths, losing himself in the sensation of her tight, wetly sucking cunt. He closed his eyes, his head hanging between his broad shoulders, as he thrust deep and hard. His partner moaned as her orgasm swept through her quivering body, The velvety walls of her vagina rippling over his engorged penis. Unbidden, his sister’s face materialized on the backs of his eyelids.
He opened his eyes and gazed down at the beautiful girl writhing beneath him, willing the image of his sister away. His breath hissed through his clenched teeth as he fought to keep her name from leaving his lips. His balls tightened and released a torrent of semen that pulsed through his raging cock to erupt in one long, thick rope after another. Jason continued to thrust into the girl as he came, wanting to prolong the sensation as long as possible.
Spent, he fell to the side, lying on his back with one arm resting across his eyes. The young woman he’d used to assuage the need Ilianna had evoked in him rolled to curve her body into his side, her head resting on his chest. Jason absently stroked her silky hair as his breathing and heart rate slowed to normal.
“That was incredible,” the girl breathed, turning her head to kiss his chest. “No one has ever made me cum like that.”
Jason kissed the top of her head and gently disengaged from her clinging embrace. She sleepily murmured her disappointment as he sat up at the edge of the bed then rose to walk into the luxuriously appointed bathroom. He turned on the water in the large, glass enclosed shower, then stepped into the warm spray.
The girl was sleeping when Jason returned to the bedroom of his penthouse suite, a large, fluffy white towel wrapped around his hips. He was already regretting having brought her to his room, though he knew there wasn’t another room available in the hotel. There probably wasn’t a vacant room anywhere in in Cabo San Lucas, for that matter. Having taken care of the urgent need that had driven him to seek the girl’s company in the first place, he was now adverse to sharing his bed with her for the remainder of the night.
Dressing quietly, Jason left the bedroom for the sofa in the large living room. It wasn’t nearly as comfortable as the king-sized bed he’d abandoned, but it was the only place he was going to be able to sleep alone. If he was able to sleep at all.
He didn’t really want his sister, he told himself. He had just been unprepared for the grownup Ilianna. The last he’d spent any real time with her she had been a scrawny ten year old with coltish legs and thin gangly arms, intent on driving her twenty-five year old brother to near madness with her never ending questions and constant demands for his attention. He had been taken surprised by the beautiful young woman with the lush curves and cool manners.
He had doted on his only sister, even though she was fifteen years younger than him and the progeny of his much hated step mother, Victoria. Not long out of university and working for his father in Helios’ Hospitality Division, Jason had been the only one of Alexander’s four sons still living at home. Ilianna adored her big brother and they had been close.
While Victoria managed to avoid the responsibilities of mothering her daughter, leaving Ilianna’s care and upbringing to a long line of always changing nannies, she had paid an inordinate amount of attention to her youngest stepson. Jason had deflected Victoria’s increasingly blatant advances until one evening, after imbibing much too freely of his father’s well stocked wine cellar, he had succumbed to his step mother’s considerable charms.
Jason, filled with self loathing over his lack of control and betrayal of his father’s trust, had been gone before his father had returned from his business trip. He had offered his resignation, which his perplexed father had refused to accept, and relocated from New York to Miami. When Alexander had realized that his youngest son wasn’t returning home no matter what he offered, he moved the offices of Helios’ Hospitality Division from the flagship hotel in Manhattan to the newly finished resort in South Beach.
Jason had thrown himself into learning every aspect of running the hotels, resorts, and restaurants, rising quickly to his current position. While he had seen his father frequently over the ensuing years, he’d only seen his half sister and step mother a few times, the last having been at Easter three years before. Ilianna had been a moody, awkward teenager with braces and a marked lack of confidence.
The sky beyond the windows was turning from black to pearly gray when Jason finally fell asleep.
***
Sunlight was streaming through the windows when Ilianna woke. She stretched languidly before looking at the clock by her bed. It had taken her a long time to fall asleep, especially after her friends had started to straggle in with the boys they’d picked up at the bar, and she still felt groggy though the red numbers on the clock read 10:24.
“It’s about time,” Jason drawled lazily from the chair in the corner of her room.
Startled, Ilianna sat up abruptly. The silk sheet covering her nudity slipped down the front of her body, pooling around her hips, and baring her breasts. Jason’s appreciative gaze lingered on the perfect, firm, round globes tipped with puffy, pale pink nipples made to tempt a man’s tongue to taste her delectable flesh. Once again his wayward cock responded with a will of it’s own beginning to harden at the stimulation offered by his sister’s charms.
Jason’s presence in her room was unsettling after the amount of time it had taken her to recover from his good night kiss. Ilianna had lain awake for hours dissecting the effect Jason’s touch had had on her. None of the fumbling caresses and awkward kisses she’d received up to this point had prepared her for the jolt of desire her brother’s experienced touch had sent rocking through every nerve in her body.
The brief kiss and the way he had held her while his dark eyes searched her face afterwards had left her shaking with wanting her brother. Her breasts had ached for his touch. Her entire body had vibrated with her need for him and his intense gaze now was wreaking havoc with her senses.
Ilianna grabbed at the sheet and angrily pulled it up to clutch it against her body hiding her breasts from his view. “Get out of my room,” she ordered stridently, her cheeks flushed bright red.
Jason smiled and leaned back in the chair, stretching his long legs out in front of him. “Get up and get dressed,” he said, feigning irritation. “I asked you to be ready at ten. It’s past that, now.”
“I’m not going to dress in front of you,” she hissed, pulling the sheet free from the bottom of the bed to wrap it around herself before swinging her lithe legs over the side.
“Why not?” he asked grinning like a mischievous school boy. “It’s not like I haven’t seen you naked before. Don’t you remember summers on the Island in Greece? We couldn’t keep clothes on you then.”
“That was different,” she said as she quickly gathered her clothes. “I was a child.”
“Your point being?” Jason teased.
Ilianna glared at her older brother. “I’m not a child anymore.”
“Oh, yes,” he said leaning forward in his chair. “You’re all grown up now. Wear a bathing suit under your clothes.”
He stood to leave the bedroom as Ilianna fled into the bathroom, slamming the door behind herself.
***
Ilianna shrieked in laughter and rolled onto her back covering her bare breasts with her hands as Jason dropped to his knees beside her, playfully shaking water from his dark curls, splashing cool drops over her sun warmed skin. She reached for the hot pink bikini top, but Jason stopped her hand and urged her gently back onto the blanket as he stretched out beside her and closed his eyes against the brilliant sun. His fingers twined with hers, the wet skin of his strong arm cool against hers.
During the last three days Jason had spent every waking moment with her. They had explored the desert, snorkeled, watched whales from the deck of a chartered boat, and in the evening Jason had entertained Ilianna and her friends. His slightly menacing presence as he hovered over his younger sister had dissuaded all but the boldest Frat boys from making their drunken advances. Those that had dared had been quickly dispatched with a few cold words.
Ilianna knew that her friends thought there was some romantic involvement between her and Jason. No one knew he was her brother and she did nothing to disabuse them of their notion. She loved his attention and wanted to keep him to herself. The last few days had restored their closeness and at the same time had resurrected a little of the pain of his defection years before.
“You know,” Ilianna said turning onto her side to face her brother, “I didn’t think you liked me anymore.”
Jason turned his head to look at her, his brow creased. “Why would you think that?”
Ilianna reached out and smoothed his hair back from his face. His curls wound themselves around her fingers like they were living things. She sighed deeply and pulled her hand back.
“You were there at home and everything was wonderful and then you were just gone,” she said quietly. “I tried to call you, but you never returned my calls.”
It had never occurred to him that his sudden departure had caused his little sister pain. He hadn’t thought of anything beyond his own guilt and self loathing. He had, at first, ignored her calls because he hadn’t known what to tell her and then later because he had been so immersed in work. That Ilianna had suffered only served to increase the aversion he felt toward his step mother.
“I didn’t mean to hurt you,” he said squeezing her hand. “I just couldn’t be there anymore.”
“Because you hate my mother,” she said, pulling her hand away from his.
Jason captured her hand in his again, his fingers winding around hers. He pushed her onto her back so he could lean over her. “You were too young to understand what was happening,” he said quietly. his bitterness creeping into his voice.
“What happened?” she asked. “It was eight years ago. I’m old enough to understand now.”
His eyes searched hers. Ilianna met his intense gaze unwaveringly.
“She was coming on to me. She had been ever since I graduated and came back home,” he said, his eyes not leaving hers. “The old man was on one of his business trips. Victoria and I were drinking.”
Ilianna started shaking her head, but Jason continued. “Your mother is a beautiful woman. Alexander wouldn’t have married her if she wasn’t.”
“You slept with her,” Ilianna said blankly.
Jason’s eyes clouded with guilt. “I emailed Dad my resignation and left the next day.”
Ilianna’s chest was rising and falling rapidly. “You abandoned me,” she whispered.
He shook his head as tears welled in her green eyes.
“You left without telling me you were going. Without saying goodbye,” she continued.
Jason lowered his body onto hers, resting his weight on his forearms. “Lia,” he said softly, his voice pleading for her to stop.
“Daddy was always gone. Mommy never cared. She only had me to secure her place as Mrs. Kourkoulis,” Ilianna said with a little shiver. She took a deep breath before continuing. “You were the one steady point on my horizon, and then you were just gone.”
“I didn’t mean for you to be hurt,” he said, his lips brushing her soft cheek. “I didn’t realize you would miss me so much.”
“It felt like the end of the world,” she murmured, running her hand slowly up and down his upper arm. “And when you did come home to visit you were so different. I thought you didn’t like me anymore and I didn’t know what I had done wrong.”
Her breasts were pressed against his chest, her nipples hardening against his smooth skin. He knew it was a mistake to be so close to her, but he couldn’t make himself move away. With a low groan he captured her lips beneath his.
Ilianna reacted to his kiss with all the passion of youth and Jason was lost as her hands glided over his damp skin, her arms winding around his body to pull him closer. He deepened their kiss as his hands began exploring her her soft curves. She moaned and arched her back to press against him.
“Lia,” he breathed burningly against her ear before his lips began caressing her throat. “Baby, do you know what I’m going to do to you?”
Ilianna nodded. “Yes,” she moaned hoarsely, her body undulating beneath his.
Jason’s hands moved over her urgently, driven by a primal desire to possess every inch of her. There was a savage, primitive need building in him to claim his woman and wipe the touch of every other man she had ever known off her perfect skin and out of the deepest recesses of her mind. He found the ties at her hips that held the miniscule bikini bottom in place and he tugged at them to undo the tiny bows.
Lifting himself away from her long enough to rid himself of his own trunks, Jason lowered himself onto her willing body. Ilianna pulled her knees up, her heels against her bottom. Letting her legs part, she cradled Jason’s hips between her firm, silky thighs.
His lips found hers, his tongue probing the sweetness of her mouth as he ran his hands insistently over her soft skin. Ilianna arched her back to press her body more firmly against her brother’s. Jason’s hand slipped to the crevice at the apex of her thighs, his fingers sliding between the warm folds. He felt her shudder as he lightly brushed her clit.
He could feel that she was wet and ready and his need to make himself a part of her was driving everything else out of his mind. Wrapping his fingers around his hard, thick cock, he brought the throbbing, mushroom like head to the opening of the warm, moist sheath of flesh he coveted. Ilianna’s hands slid over his back as she lifted her hips, mutely begging him to take her.
Jason pushed into the welcoming depths of her body, intent only on burying every inch of his turgid cock inside her, and felt her stiffen as he breached the unexpected barrier. Stunned by the implication, He paused and lifted his head to stare questioningly into her face. Tears filled her eyes, threatening to spill down the sides of her face and into her silken hair.
“You said you weren’t a virgin,” he accused huskily.
“I said I knew what you were going to do to me,” she corrected softly as she pushed her hips up against his. “I didn’t say anyone else ever had.”
“Semantics,” he murmured, thrusting slowly into her virgin body, his hips moving of their on volition.
“Shut up and fuck me,” she demanded, her fingers winding into his hair to bring his lips back to hers.
Jason ravaged her mouth as he increased his tempo. Each hard stroke took him deeper until he was bottoming out every time he thrust into the velvety tightness of her cunt. Ilianna met every thrust with a wild passion of her own, her hands moving over the flexing muscles in his back, her nails digging into his flesh.
He pushed up to watch her beautiful face as he increased his pace. Ilianna rolled her hips, grinding against his thrusting pelvis. Her breathing was coming in rapid, shallow pants and grunts as he slammed into her. She began whimpering and mewling as a sweet tension slowly built low in her abdomen.
Jason felt her begin to tremble and fought for the control to hold back his own orgasm until she reached her climax.
“Uhn, uhn. Jason,” she moaned. “Don’t stop. Don’t stop. Please fuck me.”
Her hands grasped at his ass frantically, trying to pull him deeper. His breath hissed through clenched teeth. Her body arched off the blanket and she bucked against him wildly. Her thighs clamped against his hips as the delicious tension broke and waves of pleasure rolled through her body washing her in ecstasy.
“Jason!” she cried holding him tightly as his balls churned and released a torrent of cum that rocketed through his pulsing cock to erupt into his sister’s welcoming body. The ripping walls of her vagina clenched on his twitching cock as he emptied himself deep inside his sister.
Spent, he began to roll off her. Her arms tightened around him as she murmured her protest at his abandonment. He settled back onto her lush body, resting his weight on his forearms. He kissed her tenderly, quite happy to remain deeply seated inside her cum soaked pussy.
He groaned into her mouth as she deliberately tightened her vaginal muscles on his half flaccid penis. He tore his lips from hers and rested his forehead against hers. Her fingers traced lazy patterns on his back making him shiver.
“I love you, Lia,” he said fiercely.
“I know,” she answered softly. “I love you, too.”
He shook his head. “No, baby,” he said raising his head to stare intently into her grayish green eyes. “I love you. Nothing brotherly about it. I want you to stay with me. To live with me.”
“I know, Jason,” she said, caressing his stubble roughened cheek. “I love you, too. If we could, I would live with you, but…”
Jason rolled onto his side and pulled her into his arms. “Let someone try to stop us,” he said determinedly.
Ilianna nestled against his strong chest, her hand curled around his shoulder. “Maybe we can see each other once in a while,” she offered. “If we tried to live together Daddy would stop us.”
“I don’t have as much money as the old man, but I have more than enough to take care of you,” he said rolling her onto her back to lean over her. “I want you to be my wife. I want you to have my babies.”
Ilianna’s eyes searched his face. “How can we live together? Everyone in the world knows who you are and it wouldn’t take the paparazzi long to discover who I am.”
“The island,” he said. “There might be talk at first, but if we lay low they’ll forget about us.”
“Daddy won’t forget,” she said.
“Let me worry about Alexander,” Jason said leaning down to kiss her hungrily. “Will you come with me? Will you be my wife?”
“This is insane,” she whispered as she wound her arms around his neck. “Yes. I’ll go to Greece with you.”
Jason’s lips left hers to trail kisses down the side of her neck. He circled one pale pink aureola with the tip of his tongue causing the delectable flesh to pucker. He kissed the hard bud that tipped her perfect breast.
“Will you have my babies?” he asked cupping his hand beneath the swell of the firm mound of flesh to lift the swollen nipple to his hungry mouth.
Ilianna gasped as he began to suckle at her breast. “Yes,” she moaned. “I’ll have your babies.”
His mouth left her breast to explore her quivering abdomen, pausing briefly to press his tongue into her navel before moving lower. He lifted his head to look up into her eyes as he settled between her trembling thighs. His slight smile stole her breath.
“Are you my wife?” he asked huskily.
“Yes,” she answered softly, her fingers sliding into his hair as he lowered his head, his tongue delving into the wet folds of her labia.
Ilianna lifted her hips as Jason pressed his face against the hot flesh of her pussy and began to lap at her. She rocked against his face coating his jaw with the combined wetness of their cum. He swirled his tongue around the tight opening of her vagina then drew it slowly through her inner lips to flick against her erect clit as he slid two fingers into her rippling cunt.
“Jason,” she moaned. “Se thelo.”
He slid his body up along hers, pushing his tumescent cock into the welcoming depths of her nubile young body. She lifted her legs and wrapped them around his thrusting hips. They found their rhythm, their bodies moving together in perfect unison.
“I love you, Ilianna,” Jason murmured against her ear as he filled her completely, his body straining toward another orgasm.
“I love you,” she answered breathlessly. “I have always loved you.”
Jason held his lover tightly and, as her beautiful body arched against his, he pushed into her as deeply as he could flooding her open, welcoming womb with his hot semen.
***
Jason stopped at the top of the stone steps that led down to the white sand of the very private beach. Nearly a year had passed since he’d been dispatched to watch over Ilianna during that fateful spring break. She was unaware of his presence as he watched her standing hip deep in the clear, blue Aegean Sea.
Her full breasts were bare and tanned, her naked body even lusher since the birth of his son. She lifted the two month old infant to kiss his face before dipping his body into the warm water again. Jason loosened his tie and pulled it off as he started down the steps. He shed his clothes as he crossed the beach to wade into the water and join his wife and child.
Ilianna smiled as he pulled her back against his hard body. “You’re home.”
Jason took his son from her arms and held the naked baby against his chest as he leaned down to kiss the love of his life. “Hello, my beautiful girl.”
“How is Daddy?” she asked knowing the meeting with Alexander probably hadn’t been pleasant.
“It went well,” Jason said smiling down at her raised eyebrows. “The old man is mellowing.”
“Really,” Ilianna said skeptically.
“As a matter of fact, you should probably put some clothes on because he wants to meet his grandson.”
Ilianna’s eyes widened. “He’s coming here?” she asked just before the sounds of the incoming helicopter reached her ears.
Jason grinned as she turned to wade quickly to the beach. He reached her as she shook the sand out of her beach towel and wrapped it around her body like a sarong. She took the baby so Jason could pull his trousers back on. They climbed the steps together, Jason carrying his son, his wife’s small hand held tightly in his.
Alexander Kourkoulis paced back and forth on the terrace at the top of the stairs. He stopped and watched as his children approached. Ilianna shrank from his formidable presence. Jason slipped a protective arm around her.
“I’m not here to chastise you, girl,” he said gruffly.
She nodded. Jason kissed her forehead and stepped toward his father, the baby in his arms. Alexander’s eyes softened as the baby smiled and waved a tiny hand.
“His name is Alexander Nickolaus,” Jason said presenting his son to his father. “Would you like to hold him?”
Alexander looked up at his youngest son, slightly alarmed. “Maybe after his mother puts a diaper on him.”
Ilianna took the baby and disappeared into the house, leaving the two men on the terrace. She diapered and dressed her son and laid him in his bassinet while she quickly dressed. She picked up the baby and returned to the terrace.
She stopped in front of her father, now seated in one to the white wicker arm chairs and gently placed the baby on his lap. Alexander studied his grandson intently before lifting the baby to kiss his soft cheek. The baby turned his face toward his grandfather seeking something to latch onto when his cheek was tickled.
Ilianna smiled as her father handed the bay back to her. “I think he wants feeding,” Alexander said watching as his daughter bared her breast and offered it to her son.
“He seems perfect,” he continued after a moment.
“He is perfect,” Ilianna said, gazing at the baby adoringly. Jason stroked her hair wishing that they were alone and he could suck the milk from her other breast.
“He’s healthy,” Jason assured his father.
“Well, then,” Alexander said clearing his throat, “it’s time for you to get back to work. You can conduct business from the offices in Athens if you don’t want to come back to the States.”
Jason nodded and his father turned his attention back to Ilianna. “And you and your … wife … can begin working on giving me another grandson.”

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