Chapter 82

She shook her head. “No, that sex was damned hot, we’ll watch it together, at least when we can stop remembering that she fucks your parents.”

“Gonna be a while then,” I muttered. “I was a little confused when she began messaging me.”

Alexa nodded. “She wanted to troll you. She may not know your name occasionally, but she thinks your hot, especially since you’re over eighteen, although I’m not sure she would have waited if you weren’t. She asked me if she could fuck you and I said to leave me the hell out of that dirty litle equation.”

“You and me both.”

“She also thinks that you and I fucking would be hot,” she added. “Or a threesome between us would be spectacular. I expressed what I can only describe as a grossed-out horror I wasn’t actually feeling. I made it seem like fucking my nephew was the worst idea I’d ever heard. She laughed and dropped the subject. I think once she was done teasing you for the evening she went on to her next amusement.”

“Well, as long as there’s no fallout from it, no harm done and you got laid,” I concluded, kissing the top of her head. “I think Freja knowing is more than enough.”

“Hm, no argument there,” Alexa mused. “I wouldn’t trust Jeanie with a secret if she was the only other person on earth. She’s a demon in the sack, but they do come smarter.”

“Her parents must’ve made a huge contribution to the university to keep her in my parents’ courses,” I sighed. “I’m just glad you’re back in my arms.”

“I agree,” she purred. “So… want to fuck me?”

“I dunno,” I said, sounding wary. “That pussy has indirectly touched my mother’s…”

She almost laughed out loud as she thwapped me.

***

Wednesday night came around and I was on my date with Heather. Predictably, her panties had come off relatively early in the evening and we were in the back seat of my car with her impaled on my cock. She groaned lustily as she ground on my lap, staring down at me.

“Gnnnn, fuck, you feel just how I remember, Alex,” she panted, bouncing up and down, her hands around my neck. “You and that big fucking monster dick of yours. I love how you tear me apart.”

I nodded and bit her shoulder so that I didn’t have to talk. Our sweaty bodies slid together feverishly in the darkness of the empty lot outside High Park. Heather’s body wasn’t an erotic fantasy, like Alexa’s, but there was certainly nothing to complain about. Her heavy breasts were lush and soft, caressing my chest while she squeezed me with her wet pussy. My fingers dug into her meaty ass cheeks as I pulled her tight against me, her wetness glistening on my fingers.

The date had gone smoothly enough up to this point, with my parents sending me out the door and Alexa waving absently from the living room, where she was reading a book. We’d already said our heart-felt goodbyes a few minutes earlier in private. We both knew I was going to fuck and she made me promise to try and take pictures or video if Heather would allow it.

We’d gone to dinner at a local pizza joint, where Heather had made it clear we were going to fuck before the evening was out and discussing where. We then had gone to see an action movie and sat in the back row, where she leaned over my lap, pulled my cock out and sucked on me ardently, to make sure I was ready to go. I then drove us to High Park and was ready to get out and go find a dark corner of the huge expanse, when she expressed the need to fuck right then and there in my car, she wasn’t willing to wait.

So here we were, rutting like animals in my car, and try as I might to do the right thing by my date, I just could not keep imagies of my lovely aunt from entering my head, unbidden. It made me fuck Heather harder, not that she was complaining about the results. I crushed her against me and she was wracked with spasms, moaning loudly and cumming. I bucked my hips beneath her and came, thankfully wearing a condom. She collapsed against me and was breathing heavily, almost in a swoon. I kept my arms around her and kissed her neck.

She finally sighed and listed her head to smile at me. “It’s a good thing you’re so smart, or I’d be in real trouble here.”

I blinked and looked at her quizically. “Come again?”

“Soon enough, I just need a minute,” she quipped, winking. “I just meant that you’re too smart for me, Alex de Bourne. I plan to marry rich, get a divorce and live off the alimony. You’re too smart to fall for that and you’re too smart for me to fall in love with you, I wouldn’t be able to marry you.”

“That’s an interesting reason to not fall in love.” I allowed.

“Don’t get me wrong, I’m totally in love with sex with you,” she added, trying to make sure she hadn’t hurt my feelings. “I love your cock and you’re an amazing fuck, but I think that’s what we can be, fuck buddies. Would being a booty call bother you?”

I raised an eyebrow, giving her the chance to continue.

“You’re too smart for me to date,” she sighed. “I don’t want to disappoint you by dating you and coming up short. But I think our sex is hot enough for us to agree to exercise our bodies on one another, you know? We can be casual friends and hook up, we just shouldn’t seriously try to date.”

“I know what you mean,” I said finally. “We can certainly talk about it, Heather. I’ve certainly had worse proposals that ‘fuck-buddy’ thrown my way.”

This answer seemed to suit her very well and she smiled naughtily while pulling herself off me, slipping off the condom and sucking my cock eagerly, licking me clean. We went on to fuck twice more that evening, with the last time seeing me fuck her ass and cum deep inside her. I’d promised Alexa I would take pictures and videos, which I did, with Heather’s permission. She said as long as I wasn’t showing it off to any guys, she had no problem with it. I guess it never occurred to her I’d be showing them to my aunt.

I pulled up into the driveway of her house that she shared and she pulled herself onto my lap and we made out for several minutes before she finally exited my car and went inside. I could see two other girls in the house greet her at the door and they seemed to be eagerly asking questions. I drove off, shaking my head and wondering what I was going to do.

Heather was a nice girl. And the sex was great, it felt really good, she was a great fuck. But she just didn’t compare to Alexa- not in terms of looks, not in terms of her sexual skills, not in terms of how she made me feel. Alexa made everyone else seem like goldfish food.

And that was a problem. I just wish I knew what to do about it.

Of course Alexa felt this way too. We both had thrown ourselves into dating other people with all the energy we could, desperate to find an alternative to the agonizing bond between us, something that would allow each of us to ease away, with as little pain as possible, leading full and fulfilling lives with other people.

Nothing. I couldn’t even fuck another girl and keep my mind off Alexa. I wanted the girl I was fucking to be her. And the girl I was dating, whoever she happened to be, didn’t deserve this from me. I was very glum on the way home, considering I’d just gotten laid repeatedly by a hot chick who liked to fuck.

The house was dark except for a dim light in the living room. Alexa had told me that would be the signal if she was awake and alone. My insides were quite confused, because I was eager to see her, to hold her and kiss her, but I didn’t know what to tell her. I didn’t even know why I was so reticent about this. I fucked a girl and felt nothing except my continued love for her.

And against all possible logic, that was a problem.

I came in quietly and looked in the living room. Alexa was reading the Decameron while lying on the couch and saw me. She smiled warmly, put the book down, and held her arms out for a hug. I walked over and knelt down, taking her in my arms and kissing her deeply, lovingly, with everything I had. She sighed into my mouth, returning the kiss with such incredible devotion that I was instantly lost in her. She was like my own private universe.

She pulled back from the kiss and smiled, her eyes shining with love and kindness. “No luck, I take it?”

I shook my head. “Nope, still in love with you and only you.”

“Well, drat,” she said, winking. “You had no more luck than I had. I fucked Jeanie near to death and I am still only in love with you. We must be going about this wrong.”

“Then who wants to be right?” I asked, sitting on the couch while she snuggled into me, tracing her fingers over my shirt. “I wish I knew what to do.”

“Well, I have it realtively easy,” she mused, caressing me. “I am decidedly bisexual and can play the field if I like. You, you’re just stuck fucking girls.”

“Normally that wouldn’t be an issue for me,” I sighed. “I should have really enjoyed that date and that sex tonight. And I guess I did, speaking objectively, Heather’s good at sex. But she’s not you and she doesn’t hold my heart. It feels unfair, to all three of us. I guess it’s a plus that she thinks I’m too smart and only wants to be fuck-buddies.”