Dirty Dinner

Liam

The first time I saw Emma must have been six years ago at my Dad’s engagement dinner with her Mom. I knew the moment our eyes met that I had to own her.

But there’s nothing childlike about her now. With her beautiful black hair and black shiny eyes, creamy skin, and full, pouty lips, she was stunning. Easily the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen. And her curves. Fucking hell. Even in jean shorts and a cropped t-shirt, I could tell she had the kind of body made just for me.

The fact that she was my stepsister should have stopped my sinful thoughts in their tracks, but I found I didn’t give a single fuck about that, especially after tasting her. 

I remembered Aiden and me devouring her luscious lips in the movies before we traveled back to New York. It was our last day at Bullvalley and wanted to leave her with something to think of.  Ever since then, she has been stuck in my memory. I dreamt of kissing her lips again and I fucking did.

I smacked my lips, still feeling the taste of her wetness in my mouth. She tasted like soursop, which made me dig my tongue deeper inside her, lapping up every drop of her juices until her pussy became sore and puffy.

She was all I thought about as we sat in the dining room. The taste of her lips, her silky-smooth pussy, her breathy moans, and cries of pleasure. And Jesus, those round tits. I imagined fucking them. Slide my cock in between her breasts while she pushed them up for me and sucks my monster cock.

I grunt and adjusted myself in the seat like a fucking pervert. My cock rages hard against my pants. Luckily the person sitting closest to me was Aiden and he was busy typing away on his cell phone.

I was half paying attention as my father struck up a conversation about the ranch and finding investors who might be interested as maintaining the ranch had become expensive. I put in the bare minimum effort, nodding at the right places and agreeing to everything he said.

Grace looked a bit of a hangover as she leaned an elbow on Dad’s shoulder. She was in her forties and pretty in the traditional sense. Looking at her, I wondered where Emma got her features from because there was no resemblance between them. While Emma was curvy, Grace was flat but tall.

It took me time to finally accept her. She was a good woman, no doubt, but no child would easily accept their parents are finally moving on. We all somehow hoped they’d reunite someday.

It felt like forever since I’d seen Emma and it was taking all my willpower to stay put and not charge into the kitchen to take another glance at my curvy goddess.

Finally, she came out carrying a huge serving tray of chicken. When she dropped it at the center of the table, She went back for more sides – apple pie and creamed corn. I would have offered to help, but I was mesmerized by the sway of her hips and the way she locked eyes with me each time she walked into the dining room.

God, she was so cute and she was mine. As fucked up as the situation between us might be, I couldn’t wait to dirty her innocence and introduce her to a whole world of pleasure.

When the table was finally set, she began dishing out to serve everyone. “Here, let me help,” I offered.

Those gorgeous eyes locked on mine causing my cock to jerk.

“It looks amazing! Can’t believe you made all this yourself.” I complimented her.

“Thank you, Liam.” She responded with a sweet smile, and fuck if hearing my name on her lips didn’t make my dick jump.

“Everything is wonderful,” Dad added. “You know it’s a special occasion when we get this Emma’s grilled chicken.”

She rolled her eyes away, refusing to acknowledge my father’s remark. I understood her resolve. My father was Mr. Harvey’s best buddy before he passed. If I were in her shoes, I’d also feel resentment towards him.

“But you’ll leave room for her apple pie. She makes them so good.” Grace chipped in. “She has improved so much in her cooking skills, and I’m proud of her,” Grace said, smiling at her, but she didn’t smile back. 

I could only imagine how messed up their mother-daughter relationship was.

We finished dishing out the food and I helped her settle in an empty seat between Aiden and me.

As we all began eating, Aiden cleared his throat, “Emma, this dinner is delicious.” 

Aiden was huge on this social media thing, so he focused more on his laptop and phone most of the time. He was calm, calculated, and reserved. He only talked when necessary. Despite being his older brother, his strong personality intimidated me.

“Thanks,” Emma almost whispered, paying more attention to her food than us.

 Damnit. I wanted her her attention. Without even thinking, I reached over and placed my hand over her knee from under the table. She tensed and her eyes grew wide. She cleared her throat and continued eating. Good girl. I gently grazed my thumb over her soft skin, marveling at the way it sent goosebumps up and down her leg.

“You haven’t told me where you learned to cook so well,” I asked her, breaking Into the silence of the room.

Her eyes darted to me and she gave a slight shake of her head as she continued eating, “You never asked.”

"Who else if not from her mother? Grace is a wonderful cook.” Dad said, taking Grace’s hand in his, an act that made Emma frown.

“Aww. Thanks, honey.” Grace replied, bringing Dad's hand to her mouth, she kissed his knuckles.

“Gross,” Emma said, making a face. "Good old Mr. Harvey must be rolling in his grave." She added, barely audible. Her attention was fully on her plate.

Clanking her silverware on her plate and making Emma jump, "Are you talking to me, girl?"

Well, shit. Looks like she stepped right on a landmine with that utterance.

Dad squeezes Grace's hand to calm her down. Tension hung in the air as no one ate or said a word for a few minutes. When the atmosphere becomes calm with Grace's eyes softening, the dinner continued in silence. 

Shortly, Emma jolted, sitting up taller and tensed up again. I knew I wasn’t the cause this time as my hand never moved from her knee. When I looked over at Aiden, the grin on his face made me lower my eyes and I saw his hand reaching to curl around the edge of her shorts.

The way her legs trembled to Aiden's touch got me so fired on. If she was in a print skirt, I swear to God, I’d be under the table giving her a good head right now.

I couldn’t help myself; I slid my hand a little higher up her leg and rubbed soft circles on her smooth skin.

My hand met Aiden’s as we both caressed her. She bit her bottom lip and a pretty pink blush bloomed across her cheeks.

She deserves so much pleasure, and I swear on everything I hold dear that we'll give her that.