She was the closest family I had in the world, and that fact alone was the only reason we’d never fucked. I had too much respect for her father. He’d taken me in, shown me kindness, trained me in the art of being a thief. If it wasn’t for him, I’d be in a prison cell now. He’d trusted me.
It wouldn’t be right for me to betray that trust by fucking his daughter. I mean, he loved that girl more than anything in the world. When I first arrived at the mansion all those years ago, she drove me wild with desire. At the time, I was convinced she was doing it on purpose. She taunted me, getting me to give her rides, wearing the sexiest outfits on dates with her high school sweethearts, making me come pick her up from parties after she’d been out having fun all night. It drove me nuts. She had no idea how beautiful she was, how much better she was than those idiots she hung out with.
I even had a spot in the barn where I’d go to jerk off, thinking about her. I wouldn’t allow myself to do it in the house. It was her father’s house, he’d invited me into his family out of trust. In return, I never invaded Lacey’s privacy. I never entered her room. I never so much as glanced at her underthings when they hung on the line, drying in the wind. And I’d have denied myself the pleasure of fantasizing about her too, but I couldn’t. Believe me, I tried. I told myself a million times I shouldn’t think of her in that way, but it was no good. My cock didn’t listen. It didn’t care that we were supposed to be family. One whiff of her perfume, one glance at her long, blonde hair, and my cock would throb with desire. I had to give in to it. But my compromise was to only ever do it in the barn. I never did it under her father’s roof.
I couldn’t take my eyes off her during the ceremony. I was overcome with waves of emotion as my eyes devoured every inch of her flesh. It was like nothing I’d ever experienced. She was all grown up. I mean, she’d been grown up when I first saw her seventeen years earlier, but now she was in her prime. She was radiant. With the help of me and the brothers, she’d broken off her relationship with that cheating scumbag Matt, and for the first time in a long while, she was completely single. She was ripe for the picking.
Except for the fact that I could never do anything to disrespect her father, even in his grave.
She stood next to me after the ceremony and I couldn’t take my eyes off her. I was staring.
“Is there something wrong with my hair?” she said.
I looked away. “No, no, Lacey. Your hair is … perfect.”
She caught my eye. “Thank you. You look pretty dapper yourself.”
“What, this old thing?” I said. My tuxedo was brand new, bought by her and Faith a few days earlier.
She hit me affectionately on the shoulder and a feeling like electricity flowed through my arm.
It was weird. What were we to each other? Were we family? Were we siblings? Was a relationship between us forever forbidden?
It was a question I’d been grappling with my entire adult life, and I still didn’t know the answer.
“The ceremony was beautiful,” I said.
“Come on, Grant. I know you hate weddings. You’ve said so a million times.”
“This one was different.”
“Sure it was.”
“Really. I liked it. I can tell they’re going to be happy together.”
She looked up at me and smiled. She was wearing the same perfume she’d worn since high school. I caught the scent and it brought me right back. It had always driven me wild with desire. Even now, when I was in department stores, I’d pick up a bottle and that smell would make me hard. I maneuvered myself so that my throbbing cock wasn’t tenting my pants quite so obviously.
“I’m glad,” she said.
God, that perfume was destroying me. I inhaled deeply and shut my eyes. Seventeen years I’d been lusting after this girl. I’d been watching over her, making sure nothing bad ever happened, but I couldn’t help wonder if I’d been holding her back too. I hated every guy she’d ever dated, every guy that so much as looked at her, and she’d picked up on that. I was sure of it. It must have affected her ability to make those relationships work. I hadn’t meant to do it, but she was still single, and that was partly my fault.
I looked at her. My eyes devoured her body. She was even more beautiful now than she’d been when she was seventeen. Her breasts were fuller. Her thighs and hips were broader. There was a look in her eyes that told me she knew more than she was letting on. She’d been a girl back then. Now she was a woman. It made me want her even more.
I was never one of those men that expected women to starve themselves. Lacey’s curves were intoxicating to me.
Could I do it? Could I do what I’d sworn to myself I’d never allow. Could I allow myself the pleasure of Lacey’s body? Could I live with myself if I did?