Cal’s hips bucked in shorter and shorter bursts, and his eyes clamped shut. Mature sex “Emily?” she called again. What the fuck, she scolded herself, this is my nephew, my flesh and blood! She slid her lips up his shaft and down and around the base of his cock, sure to taste all the salty residue he had unknowingly left for his aunt. But the wind, a small gust no more than a whisper on her loins, brought her to straighten, rearrange her panties, and pull up her acid wash shorts. She held herself like a nervous, embarrassed child—one hand across her chest and gripping her opposite elbow, shoulders forward, head down. Cherie—sweating from the heat and her rage—swallowed hard. “We’re all in this together, now, and if I remember your last cycle…you’re ovulating.”
“What in the fuck is happening here?!”
The lovers threw shocked glances at the open doorway. He opened his mouth to speak, thought better of it, and sank his strong hands into her hips to push deeper into her.
