My Week at Ally's Day 2

A disastrous family dinner has an extra sweet happy ending.

Finally closing my laptop when I realize I had better get ready for dinner. I have been locked in Jake's bedroom since our adventure on the deck and I have no intention of coming out until Ally or George gets home. While I have been up here getting some much-needed work done (it never truly stops, does it?) I have also been thinking. My blood has cooled now, and I can't help but wonder if things went too far. If I went too far?

For his part, Jake has left me alone, knocking only once to tell me he had to run out, but he would be back soon. I had used that opportunity to shower, the sweat from both the heat of the day and the intensity of our earlier encounter rinsing away easily, but the dirtiness I feel can't be scrubbed off it seems.

"He's 18!" I tell myself in the mirror, trying desperately to reconcile my good sense, my moral compass if you will, and my personal inner desires. Thinking back to Jake's earlier trepidation. "Isn't that illegal?" He had asked. Of course it is! But it is also incredibly depraved, exciting and "AHHH!" I scream, falling half naked on to the bed, burying my face in the pillow.

I give myself a minute before forcing myself to get back up. Looking back at the mirror, I stare back at my own large green eyes. "I followed the rules. He was the one who broke them." I tell myself half-heartedly, unable to lie to myself. Sure, it was his idea for me to be topless. But he is a teenager, and I am assuming, despite his good looks and charm, still pretty inexperienced with women. Most, if not all of his sexual experiences have most likely been with girls, probably right around his age.

His last little girlfriend, what had Jake called her, Jess? Jen? Something with a J. I have seen her on his social media. She is a short little blond thing with perky little titties and a small, skinny waist. She had a bitchy look about her and I wasn't sorry when she disappeared from his pics a few months back. I hope that isn't really his type.

But he had been so mesmerized by Betsy and Bonnie. And who could blame him. Turning from side to side, watching them sway and bounce in the mirror. They are beautiful, round, unblemished handfuls of soft flesh, ending in large, pink nipples that are always a little sensitive, prone to harden at the slightest provocation. Years of taking care of myself have been well worth it, as they barely sag at 36.

"He's 18!" I tell myself again as I grab the dress off the bed. The light purple sundress slides over my face. "He's my nephew!" The fabric muffling my voice. The light and airy dress hugs my curves in an unintentionally sexy way. The scoop neck sliding along the tops of my unencumbered breasts showing a respectable amount of cleavage. Sighing, I look myself deep in the eyes, my reflection offering only more questions with no answers. "Just forget about it. He probably already has."

This thought doesn't comfort me the way I thought it would. Do I want to forget it? More importantly, do I want HIM to forget it? Sighing, I have to let this go for the moment. "Focus Ashlyn." I say to the mirror. Tonight, we are having dinner at Vito's, our family's favorite restaurant. Even my folks are going to be there.

Using just a little light purple eyeshadow and lip gloss my makeup is done. My wavy, light brown, shoulder length hair is down and parted in the middle, giving me a youthful, natural look that makes me feel cute. Looking at myself in the mirror again, I got a pretty good tan started today if nothing else. "It's going to be a good night." I tell myself.

The unmistakable sound of the front door opening tells me that Jake and I are no longer alone. A wave of relief washes over me as I hear the soft, docile tones of my sister's voice.

Knowing how much Ally detests being late, I quickly look around for my strappy white low-heeled sandals. I find one in my bag. That's a good start. Looking around, it looks like my bags have thrown up all over the room. Wow! I have really made myself at home here! I spy the other shoe by the desk. Grabbing it off the floor, my eyes stop on the black boxer briefs folded neatly on the desk.

"I'll wear yours if you wear mine." Jake had teased through the locked door. Had he meant it? After a very brief internal argument, I step out of my white silk panties and into Jake's black boxer briefs. The cotton stretching around the swell of my hip, gripping my firm buttocks in a snug embrace.

Slipping on my shoes and taking one final look in the mirror, assuring the new undergarment is hidden away beneath my dress, I close the door behind me. The thrill of the taboo currently pressed against my flesh, secreted away beneath the short flowing dress, making me feel sexy and a little naughty.

Probably not the best way to have dinner with your family.

Five of us sit around the family table at Vito's. Ok, it's not really the "family table," but it may as well be. I don't think I have ever sat anywhere else. I can't explain it; we all love it here. Always have. Both my parents and George and Ally had their rehearsal dinners here. We have had my many, many going away dinners around this table. So many memories have been made inside this beloved restaurant.

"Are you sure he is coming?" George looks first at Ally and then at me. His hazel eyes squinting as he scans the restaurant. He runs his fingers through his short reddish-brown hair, a nervous habit that his son has picked up from him. Jake takes after his dad a lot actually. While slightly shorter than his son, George has the same long face, although his sharp features have begun to soften over the years. The jowls he will undoubtably have in his elder years only noticeable to those closest to him. His lack of a "dad bod" is a testament to his will power, having worked hard over the years to shed the chubby body of his youth. And at 43, he is the only one of his friends without high blood pressure or diabetes or any of the other maladies that seem to befall those in the prime of their lives.

Ally strokes her husband's arm, a calming, intimate gesture. "He's only 5 minutes late, Hun. Relax." Gently pushing his wine glass towards him. "Drink some wine." Only a year younger than George, Ally's round face and naturally rosy cheeks give her a youthful look, making her seem more like Jake's older sister than his mother at first glance. He had inherited her light brown hair, which she wears in long sleek ponytail that ends at the small of her back. She has recently joined the boys at the gym and her thin frame is beginning to curve and bend around her developing muscles. This has turned what was once the skinny, small-chested, slightly nerdy girl I knew and loved into the woman with the growing confidence and budding curves that sits next to her husband. I can't help but smile when I realize she is completely oblivious to the numerous men, and a few women, who have checked her out while we have been sitting here waiting for her son.

I look around, keeping my face composed. It seems busy for a Tuesday evening. My mind is racing. Had he told me he would be here? I had taunted him about dinner. Maybe he is just lost in the crowd by the door? He had teased about the underwear. Shit! He better show up. Sipping my wine, letting my eyes sweep the room casually. He'll be here; I tell myself.

The wine, a fruity red something or other, tastes both bitter and sweet in a somewhat unpleasant way. I'm not much of a wine drinker, preferring whiskey or something a bit stronger usually. But I grew up in a family of wine drinkers, so here I sit, sipping the sour alcoholic grapes, resisting the urge to scrunch up my nose at the taste.

"I could try texting him." These are words I never thought I would hear from my mother's mouth. It breaks me from my inner torment. I bite the inside of my cheeks to stop a smile I could never successfully explain away when Jake's youthful, tanned face suddenly appears above his grandmother's slightly sagging shoulder.

He plants a gentle kiss on his grandmother's cheek. "Who are you texting Gram?" A whispered question against her wrinkling skin. Her face, so much like Ally's, but with more tales and bits of wisdom written in the lines etched in her aging skin. Her eyes light up at Jake's tender embrace, her smile making her look 5 years younger, as she pats his lightly stubbled cheek with her long, graceful fingers.

"There he is!" My dad stands up with a groan, sticking his chest out proudly as he extends his hand towards his grandson.

Jakes shakes his hand and pats the older man's shoulder. Helping his elder back to his chair with a respectful tenderness that is only shown to a select few. Most of these people were seated around this table, anxiously awaiting their own greeting from the handsome young man who is the bright star in their happy, suburban, middle-class lives.

He makes his rounds, greeting his parents, first his mom and then his dad, presumably apologizing for his tardiness. As he gets to me, his lips barely graze my cheek. "You look nice tonight, Auntie." His breath, hot on my skin, smells vaguely of marijuana. His large hand rests against the small of my back, his fingers searching for a sign of my compliance. I feel his cheek lift in a small smile, obviously finding what he was looking for. He pats my back gently, before sliding into the seat beside me.

"I get the best seat in the house tonight." Jake says with a good-natured chuckle. He puts his arm around his grandma shoulders on his left and the other rests on the back of my chair on his right. "Have we ordered yet?" He reaches for his menu, taking his arm from around his grandmother. HIs right arm still dangling casually on my chair, his fingers occasionally rub against my back which sends a small, pleasant shiver through me.

The server arrives to take everyone's orders; I get my usual stuffed manicotti and a side salad. As we wait for our food the conversation resumes, mostly centered around Jake. Sitting back, I watch these people, MY people, hang on every word this kid says. My family had turned into Jake's groupies. The smile on my face growing, the fabric of my dress suddenly pressing against my hardening nipples, secretly aroused watching them practically drool over him as the crotch of his boxers press against my dampening sex.

Excusing myself to the rest room, I make my way through the crowd of people waiting in the busy lobby, finally reaching the small one-person bathroom tucked away in the corner. Reaching for the knob, a hand suddenly grips my wrist, pulling me into the dimly lit room. I hear the door lock behind me mere seconds before my hands are lifted above my head, held together in one of Jake's large, calloused hands, pining my back against the light blue wall. "I was hoping to find you here Auntie." He smiles, a mischievous glint in his eye.

Laughing despite the situation I find myself in. "What are you doing here? And how did you get here so fast?" My curiosity is piqued. Leaning casually against the wall, enjoying the pressure he is putting on my wrists. "I have to know."

"I have my ways." He growls playfully. Leaning in, nuzzling his rough sandpaper like stubble against the softness of my neck. His scent fills my nose, that same enticing aroma mixed now with the slightly sour tang of pot. "Now though, there is something I have to see." He whispers in my ear, his free hand finding its way up the flowy skirt of my dress.

My body shudders in silent arousal at his free hand roughly kneads my cotton clad ass. Letting go of my wrists, Jake drops to his knees. He rests his hands over the gentle curve of my hips, looking up at me, licking his lips eagerly. "Show me, Auntie." The words a seductive command in his low baritone.

"Jake." I start, trying to get some control of the situation. "We can't do..." A soft moan escapes me, Jake's finger finds the camel toe the small undies have given me, pressing the wet fabric against the sensitive flesh underneath.

"They're wet." He groans, nuzzling his face against my dress.

Playfully swatting him away, I stare deep into his sharp, hazel eyes. "What's the magic word?" I whisper as I grab the hem of my dress.

The smile that grows on his lips and the innocent way he tilts his head transforms him momentarily into the young boy he once was. The sweet 7-year-old kid that bought me silly gifts like the World's Greatest Aunt coffee mug I had used this morning. The short 3-year-old who made me kiss his boo-boo when he fell out of the tree.

"Please." The undeniable need in his voice cuts through the veil of memory. Without another thought, I lift my dress up to my chest. Closing my eyes, I can almost feel his gaze on my newly tanned abdomen, the gentle slope of my taut muscles leading his gaze down to his tight black cotton boxers that are stretched tight around my curvaceous hips.

A few quiet shutter sounds echo in the small bathroom; Jake has taken pictures of me in this intimate moment. I know this should make me mad, but it only seems to add to the perverse display of my carnal need for him being showcased in this small restaurant bathroom.

He doesn't wait long, pulling the soft cotton down around my hips. Helping me step out of the undies pushing them into my hand as he sets my left leg down on his shoulder. He bends down and breathes in my feminine aroma. "You licked mine; I get to lick yours." His whisper tickling my shaven, wet, labial lips causing me to thrust my hips forwards.

His tongue makes contact with my clit, quickly flicking it as I push my hips away again. His hand grabs my ass, pushing me towards his mouth. He eagerly explores my delicate folds, paying extra attention to the small nub sitting atop them.

He slowly dips his first two fingers inside me before taking them back out and sticking them in his mouth, savoring the taste of my inner fluids. "Mmmm." He moans before plunging back in, deeper this time. He curves his digits up, scratching at my g spot, while I rock my hips to push them deeper inside me.

The dual sensation of his tongue and fingers sets every nerve ending in my body alight. My hand grabs at the back of his head, smothering his face in my wetness. I can barely stand as my deep need for release begins to pulse around his fingers.

My orgasm is intense. Balling up his boxers in my hand, I quickly shove them in my mouth to mute my screams. His grip on my ass is almost painful as he holds me tight against him. The waves of my hot fluid fill his mouth while his tongue laps at the quivering flesh of my pussy.

As the last of my tremors subside, Jake lifts my leg off his shoulder and stands up. His face gleams in the dimly lit bathroom, my juices coating his mouth. He pulls his boxers out of my mouth and wipes his face with them. "What are the chances I could convince you to put them back on?" He asks, a cocky smile on his face as he puts them back in my hand.

I drop them on the floor.

"Is that a no?" Raising an eyebrow at me, as he fixes his hair.

When he leans down to splash water on his face, I come face to face with myself in the mirror. What am I doing? My inner voice asks the age-old question. The one I can never answer. At least not fully.

Jake stands back up, blocking my reflection again as he wipes the water away from his stubbled face. He turns back to me and winks.

Maybe it's my shame, or maybe it is the dirtiness of our incestuous acts, or maybe, just maybe, it's the shit eating grin on his face that finally makes me snap. "This." I point to him then back to myself. "Is done." Turning to the mirror, I meet his eyes again. "Understand?"

"If you don't want to wear them, you don't have to." His voice is low, the smugness still weaving into each word. "But honestly, I'm not sure what's hotter, you in my used boxers." His arrogant smile plastered on his face. "Or knowing that you are wearing nothing at all under that sexy little dress?" He shrugs his shoulders casually. "Either way, I win." He quickly slips out the bathroom door, his words echoing in my ears.

"It's done." Growling at my reflection before I scoop up his boxers off the floor and angrily shove them in my purse.

Making my way back to the table, I'm surprised to see Jake isn't back yet. "Sorry, the line was huge." Casually explaining away my longer than normal absence, though no one seems to have noticed. Taking my seat next to my brother-in-law, I glance at the empty chair on my other side. "Where's Jake?"

"We were hoping you had seen him. He got a phone call right after you left." My sister looks around nervously. "I hope everything is ok."

With a roll of my eyes, I take a bite of my salad. George absent-mindedly stirs his Italian wedding soup without ever taking a bite, his eyes occasionally glancing towards the empty seat beside me. My dad sips his coffee as he looks around, scanning the crowd.

The silence at the table is eerie in the bustling restaurant. I haven't seen these people in over 2 years. We talk, sure. I am almost always zooming, texting, or whatevering with Ally mostly, but sometimes with the others. Now I'm here in the flesh at our favorite place. We have had so many lively debates, serious conversations, and happy talks sitting around this table. Why is this time different?

"Hey Dad, how's retirement treating you?" An admittedly lame attempt at conversation, but a girl can try right?

My father slowly turns his head towards me. His green eyes, the twins to my own, fill with a look of relief and pride as he looks.... past me... to something behind me. "What?" My dad asks, a distracted look on his face.

"I was just asking how retir...."

"Everything ok, Jake?" My dad suddenly sitting up straight, his youngest daughter easily forgotten.

"All good Gramps. Just making my plans for later." Jake answers with a nod to his mom.

Quickly looking down at my salad, I silently wipe away the tears that threaten to overflow. The sudden swell of conversation as Jake takes his seat, seems unnaturally loud.

I focus on the tomato on my plate. "I'm OK. I'm at Vito's." My voice barely audible. My heart starts to beat faster.

"That's my boy." George's voice booms in my right ear. A high-pitched ring begins, and a pulsing grayness starts to cloud my vision. Struggling silently against the unexpected assault on my senses, staving off the panic I feel rising within me.

Why? Why am I not good enough?

Ally's high-pitched laughter makes my eyes water. The tightness in my chest makes each breath a struggle.

My heart pounds, the grayness in my vision matching its rhythm.

Why do I let this happen? Why do I let them get to me?

My fork drops from my unsteady hand, landing with a soft thud on the worn wooden floor. The grayness is almost completely obscuring my view now and my hand gropes blindly for the utensil. I fight desperately to stay in control, swallowing hard against the lump that is forming in my throat.

Where is the damn thing? Why can't I find it?

"Ash?" Jake's whisper cuts through the chaos in my head. The grayness abates, letting me see the slightly worried look he wears. "Here's your fork." He holds it out to me with a cautious smile.

Taking the fork from him, my eyes softening as my fingers brush against his. The gentle touch centers me, quieting the amplified voices. "Thanks." Rewarding him with a soft, grateful smile. The ringing in my ear fades as my heartbeat slows.

My anger with him fades away with my panic attack. Maybe I had been too hard on him. No one else had noticed my internal struggle, but Jake had. And he brought me back from the brink with just a word, a smile and a touch.

When our food arrives, the rest of the family digs into their meals. My appetite lost with my thoughts amongst the many twists and turns the night has taken, I push my manicotti around with my fork. Looking up from my plate, I see Jake staring at me, his lasagna untouched. 'Can we talk?' He doesn't speak, but I read the words on his lips.

My eyes sweep over the rest of the family before settling back on him, widening in a silent question.

His eyes brighten and he gives me a small smile. He looks up and gestures for the server. "Can we get a couple of boxes and 2 pieces of your amazing cheesecake to go please?" Jake asks politely.

"Jake, honey, where are you going? The food just arrived." Ally's voice is high; it always gets high when she is nervous.

George, hearing the tone in his wife's voice, puts down his fork and looks at his son. "What's going on?"

"Mom." Jake looks at Ally with a wide-eyed stare, one clearly meant to jog her memory. Unfortunately, his mom is a few glasses of wine deep and she gives him the blank stare of forgetfulness. Jake rolls his eyes at her. "Vinnie's graduation party." He prompts.

"Oh right." Ally's eyes dart to me, a weird look on her face, before returning to Jake.

"And you are taking your Aunt Ashlyn, right? Because of..." Her voice trails off as she looks at me, the look still on her face. It's a smile, but there is something there that I don't like.

"I'm sorry, who is Vinny and why am I going to his graduation party?" I feel these are valid questions. Especially since this seems like the end of a conversation that I wasn't privy to the start of. I try to remind myself that this is somehow going to get me out of this disastrous dinner, though I'm not really sure how and I am definitely not feeling up for a party.

Jake shakes his head, staring at his mother, his lips pressed together tightly, clearly exasperated. "Yes Mom. I'm taking Aunt Ashlyn with me, like we talked about." He raises his eyebrow at her. Handing me a box, he packs up his lasagna, urging me silently to do the same.

"I'm sorry, what is happening here?" My mom's stern voice. Closing my to-go box, I turn to see her look around at the confusion happening at the family table. Her face tightening, the irritation written clearly along her creased brow. "No one is leaving 'til I get some answers."

Man, she is a tough old broad. Always has been. While I have always been a constant disappointment to my father, my mom has always been the wind in my sails. Urging me to explore and live the life I wanted instead of the life that was expected of me. The news of her early onset dementia at the age of 65 hit me hard and was the main reason for my visit.

"Gram," Jake starts, a slow blush creeping up his tanned cheeks.

I smile as it suddenly all comes together. "Mom, it's ok. I think I'm being set up." I look at my sister, who looks away quickly. Which tells me I am right. "With Jake's friend Vinny's.... dad?" Ally smiles, her round face now a deep shade of crimson which makes her look even younger.

"Oh, ok, have fun sweetheart." Mom says brightly, the irritation gone as quickly as it had come. She reaches into her purse and pulls out a 100-dollar bill. "Jake honey, watch out for your Auntie, she can be a little...wild." She presses the money into her grandson's hand.

"Mom, I am literally standing right here."

She pats my face with her long, thin fingers as I bend and kiss her wrinkled cheek. "I know Sweetie, and I love you."

I don't know where we are. But Jake does. And for the moment, that's good enough for me. It has been a long, weird day and I really just need a minute. Or 15 apparently, judging by the clock in the car. I wipe away my tears and take a deep breath.

"What year is this?" My voice a raspy whisper that I barely recognize.

Jake jumps, hitting his head on the ceiling. "You scared the shit out of me!" He says through his laughs. "You can't just sit there and not say a word forever and then...Did you ask me what year it is?" He laughs harder. "What the fuck kinda question is that?"

Our combined laughter echoes in the small cabin of the muscle car, the windows fogging from the humidity of our breath. "I meant... I mea.." I can't breathe. Forcing myself to take a deep breath, I gain some control of myself, swallowing against the laughter. "I meant." I giggle again, before quickly biting my lip to stop it. "I meant, what year is the car?"

The smile on Jake's face is wide and full of good nature. His own laughter has quieted but the color is still high on the sharp angle of his cheeks giving him a healthy glow that emphasizes his youth. "That makes so much more sense." He chuckles. "'67." His head tilts up slightly when he answers, like a silent nod of respect. There is something so inherently masculine about that barely perceivable gesture. Something that causes a dull throb deep inside me.

"Nice. I guess. I don't really know cars." Outside, the wind has picked up since the sun set, a warm breeze wafting in through the partially open windows. "Where are we anyways?"

"Nowhere special." He runs his hands through his hair, pushing it back from his face. "Just someplace quiet, so we can talk." Reaching into the back seat, Jake pulls out a small white takeout box. "And eat cheesecake." He waves the box playfully in front of me.

"Oh! Gimme gimme gimme!"

Smiling at my childlike behavior, Jake hands me a plastic fork and opens the box.

The luxuriously rich cheesecake, topped with Vito's sweet tart triple berry sauce, creates a bite that can only be described as heavenly. The sweetness coats my tongue, briefly distracting me from the turmoil in my head.

"So, about earlier." Jake's voice is tentative. I look up at him, his hazel eyes searching mine for any sign of anger. "I'm sorry if it was too much for you?"

His words remind me of his previous cockiness, and I can't help but feel a twinge of annoyance. "Don't apologize for something we both enjoyed," I try to keep the edge out of my voice. But something tells me I didn't entirely succeed.

"It's just..." He starts, a boyish pout crossing his lips. "After... " Running his fingers through his hair, searching for the words. "After what happened between us this afternoon and everyone kissing my ass at dinner, I let it go to my head." He sighs.

"Well, I'm not everyone." I take another bite, savoring the sweetness that lingers on my taste buds. "And nothing turns me off faster than the cocky display you put on in that bathroom."

He nods, his eyes still on me. "I know that. And I definitely got the message about my attitude." His hand reaches over, touching my knee lightly. "See, that's what I like about you, Auntie." He smiles, the warmth in his eyes reaching out to me. "You don't treat me like the fucking golden child."

"You're not exactly a kid anymore, Jake." I place my hand over his on my knee. "But I get it. I saw how the family fawns over you." Rolling my eyes, thinking of my father's sycophantic behavior. "Trust me, I saw. But that doesn't mean you have to feed into it."

Jake's eyes widen slightly at my words. "I know," he says, his voice softer now. "You're...different. You're not like them." He waves his free hand at the darkness outside of our little bubble. "You're real, you know?" In his struggle to find the words to continue, he starts to gently rub my knee, slowly moving up my thigh to just below my dress. "I'm sorry. I got... cocky."

"It's ok." It comes out in a sigh. "I've had a weird day." That's an understatement if ever there was one.

Jake nods solemnly, his thumb making little circles on my thigh. "Does that mean that we're not done?" His voice is low, barely above a murmur. The question hangs in the air, thick with hope and a hint of desperation.

Having one of my patented internal arguments as I stare into his hazel eyes. I can see what he wants, it's written all over his face. Or is it just my own desires reflecting back at me? 'He's your nephew', my own voice echoing in my head. 'I fucking want him,' my loins scream in response.

"We're not done." The words slip out like a sigh. Jake smiles, a real smile, one that lights up his entire face and makes my heart flutter.

"Can I ask you something then, Auntie?" The playfulness in his voice has easily replacing the trepidation it had held moments before.

I nod, with a mouthful of cheesecake.

"Well?" Jake asks, his eyes dancing with mischief as he watches me swallow the heavenly bite. "Are you wearing them?"

I roll my eyes and pull his boxers out of my purse, holding them up to show him. "You're ridiculous." But I can't help the smile that spreads on my lips. Or the way my nipples harden against the soft fabric of my sundress when Jake bites his bottom lip as his eyes drift down to my lap.

Before I can say another word, Jake leans over and presses his warm, soft lips against mine. His hand sliding up my bare thigh, his fingers grazing the edge of the purple fabric. My hand automatically goes to the back of his neck, dropping his underwear and pulling him closer.

Our kiss is hungry, desperate, as if we are starving for each other's touch. His tongue pushes past my teeth, the sweetness of the cheesecake we had shared still on our lips. His mouth moves against mine in a way that feels both familiar and foreign. His teeth nip at my bottom lip before sucking it into his mouth, sending a jolt of pleasure through me.

The scent of him, a mix of sweat, lust and a faint hint of cologne, fills my nose. It's a smell that now holds a certain allure, a secret only known to the two of us. Nothing has turned me on more than that scent has. I have been living in that scent since I got here last evening. And I am yet to tire of it.

"Wait, what about you?" My voice is low and deep. "Are you wearing mine?"

A blush creeps up his cheeks. "They didn't fit. But..." Pulling my silk panties out of his pocket. "I did bring them." He brings them to his nose and inhales.

Quickly taking out my phone, I take a picture of his erotic display. "You have one of me, now I have one of you." I wink at him playfully.

Without a word, Jake suddenly reaches behind his neck and pulls his shirt over his head. The fabric sticks for a second to his damp skin before it's free, revealing a landscape of defined muscles and golden skin that's been kissed by the sun. His biceps flex as he tosses the shirt into the backseat.

My eyes trace the lines of his chest, the light dusting of dark hair that trails down to his stomach, forming a V that points to the waistband of his jeans. Jake is beautiful, a sculpture of youth and vitality, and I'm suddenly desperate to touch him. My phone, forgotten in my hand, drops to the seat.

I reach out, trembling slightly, and feel the heat from his skin before I even make contact. His chest is firm, the muscles tight and defined, yet somehow still giving beneath my touch. His heart beats strongly against my palm, a rhythm that matches my own.

Jake's thumb caresses my skin with a gentle pressure that lights my nerve endings on fire. The warmth of his touch spreads upward, reaching the juncture between my legs, where I feel myself getting wetter.

Leaning back in my chair, my eyes locked onto his, and he seems to sense my growing need. His hand moves up my thigh, his fingers brushing against the soft fabric of my dress, moving closer to the wetness that awaits him. His touch is featherlight, teasing me, making me ache for more.

Jake's eyes are hooded with desire, as he watches me squirm in my seat. His hand reaches the apex of my thighs, and with one swift motion, he lifts the dress, exposing my bare pussy to the warmth of night. My breath hitching as he runs a calloused finger over my slit, tracing the wetness that has gathered there.

He leans closer, his breath hot against my skin as he whispers, "Is this what you want?" I nod, unable to form coherent words as he slides the finger into my wetness, causing me to gasp. The sensation is exquisite, his touch electrifying. His thumb circles my clit, applying just enough pressure to make me whimper.

Jake explores my body, and his eyes darken. "You're so wet," he murmurs, his voice thick with desire. Pulling his finger out and pops it in his mouth, tasting the nectar from deep inside me.

He reaches down and unbuttons his pants, the zipper sliding down with a tantalizingly slow hiss. He pulls his cock out, and it springs free, standing tall and proud. My eyes trace every inch of him. He slides two fingers inside me this time, when my hand grasps his long shaft.

He groans as I stroke him, feeling his hot, taut skin and the veins pulsing with his need. He starts to pump his fingers in and out of me, setting a rhythm that has me grinding against his hand. The sound of our breathing fills the car, mingling with the occasional squeak of the leather seats.

Leaning in, Jake captures my mouth again, his kiss deepening as he continues to manipulate my body with expert skill. I can feel the tension building, my inner muscles clenching around his fingers. He breaks the kiss, his eyes searching mine for any sign of doubt. All he finds is a desperate hunger for more.

"I want you," he whispers, his voice gruff and needy. "I've wanted you all fucking day." His thumb presses harder on my clit, and my hips buck involuntarily.

"Oh god," I moan, my eyes rolling back in my head as he pumps his fingers into me. His touch is like a brand, burning me, claiming me as his own. The sensation is overwhelming, and I can feel myself teetering on the edge of climax. "Jake, I'm going to come," I gasp, my voice high and desperate.

He whispers, "Do it," and circles my clit with a fervor that sends me hurtling over the edge. My orgasm crashes through me, my body convulsing around his fingers as I cry out. He watches me, his breathing shallow, as my hand continues stroking his length. My grip tightening around him.

"I want you, Auntie." His voice is a desperate groan in my ear.

My heart races at his words. "Here?"

"Here, now," His eyes are dark with need. He pulls his fingers out of me, bringing them to his mouth and tasting me again. "Please."

My breathing is still ragged, but I nod. I want this as badly as he does. He leans his seat back and I climb over, straddling him. Jake's eyes widen, taking in the sight of me hovering above his erection. He reaches for me, his hands gripping my hips tightly as I guide him into me.

The feel of him inside me is almost too much. I sink down onto him, taking him inch by inch, feeling every ridge of his manhood fill me up. Looking down at Jake, his eyes are half-closed, his teeth digging into his lower lip as he watches his cock disappear inside me. His chest is slick with sweat, the muscles flexing with every breath he takes.

As I start to move, his eyes snap open, locking with mine. His hands guide my hips, setting a rhythm that has me grinding down on him, feeling him hit all the right spots. His other hand finds its way into my hair, pulling my head back, exposing my neck to the warm night air. He leans forward, planting wet kisses and small nibbles on the base of my neck, both tickling and exciting me.

The sound of our bodies slapping together fills the small cabin of the car. My breasts bounce with every thrust, my hardened nipples brushing against the soft cotton of my dress. The friction feels amazing, and I can't help but let myself go, riding his young, hard cock with reckless abandon.

"Fuck Auntie, you're so tight." Jake groans, his voice low and deep, sending vibrations through my body. His hands tighten on my hips, pushing me down on him as he tries to meet my movements. His thrusts become stronger, faster, and I feel my orgasm building again.

My eyes roll back in my head as the pressure builds. His cock hits my g-spot, and I can't help the whimper that escapes my lips. "Jake, oh my god." His hand releases my hair and wraps around my neck, his thumb tracing my pulse.

Our movements become erratic, his hips bucking up into me as I bounce down onto him. The leather seats creak with every thrust, and the car's old suspension squeaks in protest. My body tightens around him, my muscles clenching as the orgasm builds. Jake's eyes are wild with desire, watching me as I climb towards the peak. "Cum for me, Auntie," his voice is guttural and strained. "Cum all over me."

The words push me over the edge, and I do as I am told. My pussy spasms around him as I cum hard, my wet walls clamping down as my juices coat his cock and drip down to his thighs. I lean back, my head knocking the rearview mirror askew, my chest heaving as I try to catch my breath. He doesn't stop, though, his strokes becoming even more urgent, his grip on my neck tightening. "Oh god, oh god," I chant, my eyes rolling back in ecstasy as the last of the waves crash over me.

Jake's breath becomes ragged and desperate, his hand falling away from my neck. "Ashlyn," he whispers, his voice pleading.

With trembling legs, I slide off of him, the sticky mess of our combined arousal coating my thighs. I lean over, my hand wrapping around his base, and take him into my mouth. His cock tastes of my orgasm, of our shared passion, and it only fuels my desire to give him the release he's been craving.

His eyes widen in surprise, his hands finding my head as I begin to bob up and down. I can feel his muscles tighten, his cock swelling even more in my mouth. His hips lift slightly off the seat, pushing himself deeper into my throat. I swallow around his length, feeling him throb against my uvula.

He cums with a grunt, his hot, salty seed filling my mouth. His hands tighten in my hair, and his hips jerk upward, pushing his cock deeper down my throat.

I swallow, taking in every drop, savoring the moment. The head of his cock pulses against my tongue, releasing the last of his cum before he collapses back into the seat with a contented sigh.

As I pick myself up off the car floor and get back into my seat, I see Jake pulling up his pants. The realization of what we just did hits me. Afraid to look at him, I start to gather up the pieces of the cheesecake that lay on floor between the bucket seats, the delicious dessert forgotten in our passion.

"Auntie?" His baritone voice is soft, gently beckoning me to look up. I oblige, not able to resist him despite my fear. He is leaning in towards me, his hazel eyes show no remorse as they search mine for signs of the same. Finding none, he leans forward and kisses me.

My apprehension fades with the intimate embrace. Letting his tongue part my lips, as his fingers tangle in my hair again. My hand cups his face, relishing the prickling feeling of his stubbled cheek. Our lips speaking to each other, saying all the things we can't put into words.

We finally break the kiss, though it seems to take a physical effort from both of us to do so. My hand still rests on his face, keeping him close. "Jake." It comes out as a sigh, my thumb scraping his rough cheek.

Before we can say another word, Jake's phone starts ringing. "Shit!" He quickly turns the car on and turns the music up before answering. "Hello?" He says loudly over the music. Obviously confused, I try to get his attention, but he shakes me off. "Hey mom!" Still talking loudly. The confusion fades as I remember we are supposed to be at a party, hence the music. He really is a clever kid. "Hang on a sec, let me find someplace quieter."

Opening his door and stepping outside, I am left inside with the blaring music. For a moment I consider turning it down, but I am sure the music can still be heard outside, and I don't want to arouse any suspicion from my sister. So, I am stuck listening to whatever shitty music Jake turned on. And it really is shit. I rest my head against the leather seat trying to tune out the music.

After a few minutes, the car door opens again and Jake plops down in the driver's seat. Running his hands through his hair before he turns the music down and puts the car in drive. "We have to go." He says through clenched teeth.

"Jake, stop." Keeping my voice calm, but firm. Thankfully he listens, putting the car back in park before turning to look at me. He is clearly upset. Whatever Ally had told him has had an obvious effect on him. "What's going on?"

He runs his hands through his hair again, a clear sign of his frustration. "Mom and I were supposed to drive out to school next week for my orientation. But they called while we were at dinner and there was some kind of mix-up. We have to be there tomorrow!" His head falls back against the leather head rest. "So now, Mom and I are flying out early in the morning."

"You're going to Wake Forest, right?" I'm pretty sure Ally had mentioned it in one of the many conversations. He keeps his eyes closed, but nods. "I have a place in Clemmons, about 10 miles from the school. It's a great place."

His head turns towards me, as he reaches out to caress my cheek. "Hey! Maybe we can convince her to let you take me instead!" He looks at me hopefully.

For a moment I let myself imagine taking this trip with him. The two of us alone, in my apartment, away from the family. But I quickly shake the thought away. "Jake. No. We can't do that." The look in his eyes breaks my heart. He lets his hand drop from my cheek. "It's not that I don't want to." Taking his hand in mine and bringing it to my chest. "But this means too much to your mom. And I can't take that from her." Searching for understanding in his eyes, it's there, buried deep behind his disappointment.

"I know." Jake sighs. "It just sucks." The pouty lip and downcast eyes make him look younger than he already is. "You'll still be here when we get back, right?"

Nodding, I bring his hand up to my lips and kiss it. "Yeah, I'll still be here. You guys are stuck with me 'til Monday morning."

"That makes me feel a little better." And he means it. He is suddenly not the pouty innocent boy he was moments ago. Instead, I see a glimpse of the man he is becoming as he starts to plan. "We'll be back from North Carolina Thursday night. I go do the college stuff and you do..." His brow furrows. "What are you going to do while I'm gone?"

This literally makes me laugh out loud. "Oh yes, whatever will I do with myself if I can't spend all my time fucking you?" Rolling my eyes at him dramatically. "Don't worry kid, I can entertain myself."

Jake joins in my laughter. "Sorry, just trying to work it all out."

"No worries." I pull him closer to me, kissing the tip of his nose. "You'll have plenty of time to fuck me when you get back. I promise." With a mischievous smile I plant a small kiss on his lips before sitting back in my seat. "Now, let's head back before your parents think I ran off with what's his name's dad or whatever bullshit you came up with."

He smiles as he puts the car in drive. "Whatever you say Auntie." His hand is high on my thigh as we pull out of the small grove of trees we were parked under and head back to Ally's house.