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There was a soft knock on my door. “Stella, it’s Naomi. Can we talk?” my cousin asked from the hallway.
At first I didn’t answer. I was trying to come to terms with what I’d just witnessed, trying to figure out what I should do next.
When she knocked again, I finally replied, “Come in.” My voice was clipped with no warmth at all.
Naomi stepped into the room and closed the door behind her. She kept her distance from where I sat on the bed, instead choosing a chair near the door.
I expected her to look ashamed, but she met my hard stare straight on. “I know you can’t understand the relationship Julian and I have,” she began.
“You’re damn right about that,” I said.
Naomi held up a hand. “I’m here to give you an explanation, not an excuse. Julian wanted to come talk to you, but I thought you should hear this from me.” She drew back, straightening her shoulders and appearing far older than her twenty-one years. “He didn’t want you to know about us, and he certainly didn’t want you to find out this way. When he came back to the house earlier, he said you were taking a long walk. Neither of us thought you would be back so soon, so I followed him to his room and…” For the first time, she blushed, a soft smile playing on her lips. “I couldn’t help myself. We were a little too distracted to notice it had started raining.”
“How long has this been going on?” I demanded.
“For a few months,” Naomi replied, her voice calm and steady. “Julian told me no a thousand times, Stella. He sent me away from his bed when I went to his room in the middle of the night. But I’m in love with him, and when he realized that, and I assured him that he wasn’t hurting me, that what we share isn’t wrong, he admitted his feelings for me as well.”
“He’s our grandfather!” I blurted out in sheer exasperation. I felt like I had stepped into an alternate reality. And in a way, Julian’s house was exactly that for me.
“Yes, but he’s so much more to me,” Naomi insisted. “Like I said before, I don’t expect you to understand. We will try to be more discreet in the future.”
I just stared at her in disbelief. My arousal at what I’d seen was quickly giving way to shame. I felt disgusted with myself, but I also wanted to lash out at them.
“Did he buy you that fancy sports car outside because you suck his cock?” I hissed.
Naomi leapt to her feet, all of her composure vanishing. I stood as well as she advanced on me. Jabbing a finger in my direction, she said through clenched teeth, “I will not let you come into this house and destroy what Julian and I have! And who are you to judge us? I saw your face while you stood in that hallway. You didn’t look so goddamn self-righteous then, Stella. You actually looked quite turned on.”
I recoiled from her. Was my physical response to what I’d seen that obvious? Apparently it was. But I could hardly admit that to myself, much less to Naomi. “Fuck you,” I said, the words a warning.
But my cousin kept pushing. A nasty grin bared her teeth. “Your mother sounds like a real cunt. Clearly you favor her.”
Without thinking, I slapped Naomi hard. She gasped and her eyes grew wide as she pressed a hand to her cheek. My eyes were wide, too. I’d never struck someone before, no matter how furious I was. I was always the one to turn my back and walk away from an argument.
Naomi lunged at me. Though she was smaller, she used all of her weight to slam into my body, taking me down with her onto the floor.
I struggled to push her off of me, both of us screaming and landing glancing blows on each other. I was vaguely aware of the bedroom door being thrown open, and then Julian lifted Naomi off of me like she was feather-light.
“What the hell is going on?” he shouted above our fighting.
I scrambled to my feet, breathing hard. “I’m getting the fuck out of this house. That’s what’s going on!” I shouted back at him.
“Good riddance, you bitch!” Naomi spat, then started at me again.
Julian stepped between us, blocking me from her view as he placed his hands on her shoulders. “Naomi, I need to talk to Stella. Please give us a minute. Please.”
“She’s trying to ruin everything!” Naomi screamed, and I could hear the tears in her voice.
Julian guided her toward the door, ignoring her protests. Just before she stepped out into the hall, he whispered something in her ear that seemed to calm her. I saw her reluctantly nod and then allow him to close the door to my room.
My grandfather turned to me, his eyes filled with alarm. I held up my hand. “We have nothing to talk about,” I said. “I’m leaving.”
Julian started toward me, but something in my face made him halt. “Stella, please don’t leave now. It’s pouring rain, and there might be flash flooding later this afternoon. It could be dangerous on the roads.”
I hadn’t even noticed the heavy rain falling once again outside. It struck the windowpanes with sharp taps. “I’ll take my chances,” I told him. “I’m not staying here güvenilir canlı bahis siteleri another minute.” I went to grab my suitcase and haul it on the bed so I could pack.
“Please.” The word was so full of anguish that I had to look at him. His eyes shone with unshed tears. “I’ve only just met you, and this is not how I wanted things to turn out. I just lost my son a few weeks ago. I can’t bear to lose you, too.”
I hesitated before throwing my nightshirt into the suitcase. “How could you two do this?” I asked, desperately wanting an answer that would help me understand.
I half-expected him to tell me what Naomi had, that she had seduced him until she wore down his resistance altogether. Instead he simply replied, “I love her more than life itself. I can’t explain it any other way.”
I released a sigh and dropped the shirt I held. My gaze drifted to the far window. The rain was coming down in sheets, and I knew my grandfather’s warning was reasonable. Driving in this rain would be as bad as driving in the dark. Probably worse.
Julian could sense me wavering. “Just stay till the morning,” he urged. “I promise Naomi and I will leave you in peace. I can bring your meals up here so you can stay in this room. I just want you to be safe.”
Before I could answer, a knock sounded on the door. Julian and I both looked at it expectantly, and he seemed poised to fend off Naomi if she barged back in the room.
“I’m sorry I called you a cunt,” she said from the hallway.
I knew it took a lot for her to apologize after what I’d said about her and Julian. “I’m sorry I slapped you,” I called back to her. The palm of my hand was still stinging.
The door opened, and Naomi stepped back inside gingerly. Her cheek was red from where I’d hit her. For a long moment she looked at the floor, as if working out what she wanted to tell me. Then she met my eyes.
“I don’t want you to leave,” she finally said. “I can understand why you want to, but I hope you’ll stay. I hope you’ll give me – give the three of us – another chance.” She moved closer to Julian, and he slipped an arm around her, planting a kiss on the top of her head.
I took a deep breath, trying to calm my nerves. I was still trembling, from the fight and everything else. “I think it’s best if I leave tomorrow,” I said, making my tone as gentle as possible. “I don’t want to interfere with, um, with what’s going on here.” I gestured vaguely at both of them.
Julian gave me a pained look, and Naomi shook her head. “How could you interfere? You’re our family. You belong here, Stella.”
Again I looked out the window, considering my options. This was the only home I had now, I reminded myself.
And no matter how I tried to deceive myself, I couldn’t deny that I was drawn to both Julian and Naomi, to the home they offered me here.
I flashed a grin at my cousin, trying to lighten the mood. “Are you sure about this, Naomi? You might not like Julian dividing his attention between the two of us.”
Naomi grinned back. “Who knows? Maybe Julian will be the one doing the sharing. I’ve seen you checking me out, Stella.”
My mouth dropped open, and as my face burned, I forced out a feeble protest, the words stumbling upon my lips.
“Ah, Naomi,” Julian groaned helplessly. “I don’t think that’s going to convince her to stay.”
“I was just joking!” Naomi cried, holding up her hands. “Sorry, bad joke. Won’t happen again.” She grew serious, taking a step toward me. I didn’t resist when she clasped my hand in both of hers. “So will you stay? Please?”
I looked from her to my grandfather, feeling powerless to resist them. “I’ll stay,” I finally said.
Naomi threw her arms around me, and our fight seemed like something that had happened in the distant past. I hugged her back, breathing in the clean scent of her hair. It was strange to be held with such ardent affection. Yet I craved her touch.
When she slowly withdrew from me, I caressed her cheek, the one I’d struck. “I’m sorry,” I said again.
Naomi took my hand and brought it to her lips. “I’m sorry, too.”
My stare drifted over her shoulder to Julian. He regarded me and Naomi with an expression I couldn’t easily read. Then he said in a voice so low I had to strain to hear it, “I’m the luckiest man in the world, having both of you here with me.”
As the downpour continued into late afternoon, the three of us went to the study where I discovered a vast collection of books lining the shelves.
“Naomi is an avid reader,” Julian said as I studied the titles. “She’s constantly making a list of new books for me to buy for her.”
I glanced over my shoulder at my cousin. “What do you enjoy reading most?” I asked her.
“Oh, just about anything and everything. I always have my nose in a book.”
Naomi was stretched out on the couch, her feet in Julian’s lap. He massaged each of them, applying gentle pressure to her arches, and she moaned with pleasure. güvenilir illegal bahis siteleri It wasn’t an overtly sexual act, nothing like I’d seen earlier, but the intimacy made me blush, and I turned back to the bookshelves.
Finally I settled on a novel that had recently received critical acclaim; it was one I’d been meaning to read. I sat in a comfortable chair across from the couch while Naomi read her own book. Julian slipped on his reading glasses and reviewed some papers I assumed had to do with his work.
Every so often, I found myself looking around in mild astonishment that I was here, safe and warm in a quiet house with family that actually cared about me. At one point I noticed Julian watching me, a soft smile on his lips. I returned the smile, wondering how it would feel to rest my feet in his lap, to feel him slide a hand up my calf as we both read.
Then I mentally shut those imaginings down. “I think I’ll take a hot shower,” I said, setting my book aside.
“Dinner will be ready before too long,” Naomi told me as she sat up. “Hope you like grilled salmon.”
“I do,” I said. “Thank you.”
Upstairs, I stripped in the bathroom and tossed my dirty clothes in the hamper. I hadn’t packed much to wear, and I made a mental note to find out when Naomi planned to do laundry next so I could wash my clothes with hers and Julian’s.
When the hot water fell upon my skin in the shower, chasing away the chill of the day, I moaned and closed my eyes, feeling my muscles relax. After lathering some rose-scented shampoo in my hair, I soaped down my skin. Between my thighs, my trimmed pubic hair was coated with my juices, a reminder of how wet I’d gotten watching Naomi and Julian.
My face burned as I cleansed my vulva with hot water. Despite the shame nagging at me, I felt the fierce urge to rub my clit. A moan of frustration escaped my lips when I grazed the tender peak, refusing myself the pleasure of stroking it.
I hurried through the rest of my shower and toweled off, ignoring the faint throbbing between my legs. In the bedroom, I avoided looking at my reflection as I dressed in a clean shirt and pair of jeans, but when I ran a comb through my wet hair, I couldn’t avoid the image looking back at me. My eyes held uncertainty, but the yearning in them was so clear that I had turn away.
I had a pleasant dinner with my grandfather and cousin downstairs. The way we easily chatted, it was unbelievable that we’d met only the night before.
After the meal, I excused myself and retreated to my room. Now more than ever, I needed time to decompress. Julian and Naomi seemed to understand. My grandfather kissed my hair and said, “Have a good night, Stella.”
I smiled up at him. “You, too.” Then I looked over at Naomi. “Good night, cousin.”
She gave me an impish grin. “Night. Remember, I’m right across the hall if you need anything.” Then she raised her eyebrows suggestively.
Julian grabbed a dishtowel and playfully snapped it at Naomi’s backside, making her squeal. “You are incorrigible,” he said through his laughter.
“Oh, another bad joke!” she groaned. “I’m sorry. I promise it won’t happen again.”
I couldn’t help but erupt into giggles, and I was still laughing as I made my way upstairs. I figured the two of them might need time alone as well.
In my room, I took a clean sleep shirt from my suitcase and changed into it, ready to turn off the light and slip beneath the covers. Even if I couldn’t fall asleep right away, I still wanted to sink into the quiet and let my body and mind relax.
I managed to do that for a couple of hours. Then a cramp rippled through my lower abdomen, making me gasp. My period was due any day, and the premenstrual cramps were far more severe than those I had when I was actually bleeding.
I tried to ignore the pain, desperately longing for sleep, but it grew worse until I was curled into a ball, arms wrapped around myself. I would need to go downstairs and find a pain reliever or else I would never get any rest that night.
I reluctantly climbed out of bed and walked to the door. Glancing down at my night shirt, I saw that it came to my upper thighs, so I didn’t bother putting on more clothes.
Stepping out into the hall, I saw that Naomi’s bedroom door was closed, and a strip of light shone beneath it. She was still awake then. I glanced down the hall and found my grandfather’s bedroom door wide open, the light off.
I moved through the shadows of the hallway and then descended the stairs, my socked feet making hardly any sound. When I reached the first floor, I noticed lamplight coming from the study.
I drifted past the doorway to the study, trying not to draw attention to myself, but Julian somehow heard me. “Stella?” he called, and I looked into the study. He was sitting on the couch, a glass of what appeared to be scotch in his hand.
“I just came down to get some medicine,” I explained, and before I’d finished speaking the words, güvenilir bahis şirketleri another cramp seized me. I winced and pressed a palm against my abdomen.
Julian set aside his glass and quickly stood. “What’s wrong, sweetheart? Are you okay?”
I forced myself to nod. “It’s cramps.”
Julian closed the distance between us, resting his hand against the small of my back. He led me into the kitchen, and I sank into a chair while he went to the cabinet and retrieved a bottle.
I couldn’t hold back a whimper as the pain worsened. My grandfather poured a glass of ice water for me, then shook two capsules from the bottle and placed them in my hand. “I’m sorry you’re hurting,” he said softly, taking a seat beside me.
I quickly gulped down the medicine, then folded my arms on the table and rested my head upon them. Julian rubbed my back, trying to comfort me. “Heidi had the same problem,” he revealed. “She swore by a way to ease the menstrual cramps, but I, well, I hesitate to tell you what it is.”
I raised my head and stared at him with pleading eyes. “Why would you hesitate to tell me? I’m in agony!”
Julian cleared his throat; he seemed to be choosing his words carefully. “Your grandmother always said that having an orgasm helped her cramps.”
I just stared at him. “Are you joking?” I finally managed to ask.
“I swear I’m not,” he said. “Heidi claimed it was something about the contractions from the orgasm that relieved the pain.”
I slowly sat up, still regarding him skeptically. “Thanks for the advice,” I said. “I think I’ll head back up to bed now.”
We both stood, but before I could leave the room, Julian placed a hand on my shoulder, and I looked at him expectantly.
He leaned toward me, bringing his lips close to my ear. “Give the medicine a little time to work,” he murmured, “and then if you’re still in pain, make yourself come, Stella.” I drew in a sharp breath, my eyes growing wide. Julian’s hand moved from my shoulder beneath my hair so he could gently rub the back of my neck. “It might help, and it certainly won’t hurt.”
Along with the cramps, I now had a fierce ache between my legs. After hurriedly telling my grandfather good night, I slipped away from him and up the stairs.
In my bed, I tossed and turned, trying and failing to sleep. The medicine made the cramps bearable, but they were still painful enough to keep me awake.
At some point in the night, I heard the familiar sound of Naomi’s door opening, followed by her footsteps down the hall. There was no whispered conversation this time; Julian must have welcomed her into his room.
I lay on my back, listening for any sounds, but the two of them were quiet.
I’d closed my eyes and was half-asleep, my abdomen still aching, when I heard a muffled moan from down the hall. Definitely Naomi. My eyes snapped open.
The moan was followed by a soft cry – Naomi again, and I knew Julian was pleasuring her this time.
Arousal uncoiled itself inside me, making my nipples harden as it worked its way down to settle between my thighs. I briefly imagined what Julian might be doing to Naomi in order to elicit those cries from her, and that made me let out a cry of my own.
I remembered Julian’s words: “Make yourself come, Stella.”
I could resist no longer. Sitting up, I pulled my night shirt over my head and tossed it aside. My skin was flushed as I threw back the covers and climbed out of bed. A wild need had gripped me, and I jerked my panties down, stepping out of them before I left my bedroom and padded on bare feet down the hall, completely naked.
Julian’s door was closed, the room dark, but from where I now stood, I could hear my grandfather and cousin much more clearly. Naomi released desperate cries, and through the door I heard her say, “Yes oh God yes, yes! Suck my clit, just like that!”
I also heard Julian’s guttural moan. I pictured his face between Naomi’s spread thighs, and I bit down hard on my lower lip to keep quiet. Leaning against the wall, I stood with my legs apart and slid a hand over my breasts, down my belly, then lower until my fingers found my swollen clit.
I coated my fingertips with my juice and used it to lubricate the sensitive bud, getting it slick. Despite the cramps still coursing through my insides, I was overcome with the need to orgasm.
I worked at my clit, my knees shaking. Already I was close, and by the sounds Naomi was now making, I knew she was nearing her climax as well. Julian moaned again, and I could tell he was still eating my cousin’s pussy.
My rubbing became more fervent, and my whole body quaked. My clit throbbed beneath my fingertips. I let my thoughts, my desires, drift where they wanted. I imagined being in that room, smelling Naomi’s arousal, kissing Julian so I could taste her on his lips, his tongue.
That was all it took to bring about my climax. I struggled to remain standing as the full-body orgasm gripped me, making my breath hitch in my chest. Even as the contractions made my pussy spasm, I kept rubbing my clit, drawing out my pleasure as long as possible.
And then I heard Naomi’s orgasm, a loud cry quickly silenced by the force of an exquisite spasm. She gasped and moaned, and I imagined her lying there spread wide, completely spent.
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