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Jax

T o say I’m attracted to Emma would be an understatement, the first time I laid eyes on her I nearly dropped the scalding hot pan of spaghetti sauce I was carrying. But never in my wildest fantasies, of which I’ve had many in the week she’s been staying with us, did I imagine that she’d currently be giving me the best blowjob of my life while Ty makes her buck and moan in pleasure.

When we were outside earlier, I noticed her watching us. It gave me a thrill to know that maybe she felt the attraction too. When we heard her scream Mason and Ty ran up there so fast I went into autopilot, never occurring to me that it could be a scream of pleasure. But boy, am I glad we did.

Mason, Ty, and I have shared women before, but somehow this feels different, better. Perhaps it’s the fact that Emma is completely off-limits, more likely though it’s that she’s fucking amazing at this. It’s like we’re psychically connected, and she knows exactly what to do, when to change pace or use her tongue, when to go deep, and when to pull back, without ever being told.

“You’re fucking perfect,” I groan and her blue eyes glance up through her long eyelashes to meet my gaze as she takes my cock in her mouth.

Her small, perky breasts bounce as Ty fucks her from behind with a slapping sound as their skin collides with each thrust. Mason lazily moves over to play with her clit, eliciting a guttural moan from her that vibrates down my shaft, causing me to nearly lose my composure and cum there and then.

“Oh god, I think I’m gonna cum again,” she moans almost apologetically.

“Yes beautiful, cum for us,” I groan, barely able to hold off myself. “Can I cum in your mouth?” I check, not wanting to lose control and do something she doesn’t want.

“Yes, but you don’t want to fuck me?” she pants, and I’m happy to note she sounds disappointed.

“Oh, don’t worry, I will,” I promise her.

As if our bodies are completely aligned, Emma cries out as the orgasm hits her, but like a trooper, she doesn’t forget about me for long and though she’s still cumming, she brings me to orgasm just seconds after Ty cums. To my surprise, she swallows my cum without complaint which helps me maintain my hard-on. As I promised, I’m not done yet.

I lift Emma with ease, positioning her so she’s sat in my lap, legs on either side of me and I cup her pert ass in my hands, positioning her above my cock and gently guiding her pussy onto it. She’s dripping wet from her own orgasms and the others, so she glides down the length of me, fitting me like a glove. She weighs hardly anything so I’m able to lift her up and down on my cock with ease she arches her back, thrusting those rosebud nipples out as she moans, her eyes lighting up with surprise that I can keep going.

Ty moves behind her, massaging her breasts and eliciting one of those fucking sexy moans from her lips. Mason kisses her deeply and when he pulls away, she notices he’s hard once more.

“Again?” she says, pleasantly surprised.

“Baby, we can go all night if you want us to.”

She bites her lip and moans, taking him in her hand before he stands so she can use her mouth too. Watching her suck him while I’m buried inside her pussy drives me wild and I start to fuck her faster wanting to feel her climax around my cock. Her pussy responds, gripping me like a vice and I wonder how I ever lived without her.

A week ago if you’d told me I’d be fucking the Prez’s sister, I’d have told you no way. If you’d told me she’d be the best sex I’ve ever had and that after just one lay she’d have me under her spell, I’d have told you you’re insane. And yet, as I lose myself inside her glorious pussy, watching her completely let go, unleashing all of her womanly power, I know that just once won’t ever be enough.

The Prez is gonna kill us. But honestly, right now, she’s worth it.

***

When Emma can finally take no more and we’re all well and truly satiated, we lie there on the bed, a mass of tangled, sweaty limbs as we enjoy the high that only incredible sex can bring. Emma kisses us each gently on the lips before collapsing back on the bed.

“That was…”

“Incredible,” I finish for her with a grin that she returns.

“A mistake,” Mason says, getting up and running his hand through his hair.

Out of all of us, he’s the one who is going to feel the most guilty for betraying J-Bird like this. For starters, he’s the next most likely candidate for VP and eventually president when the time comes, but he’s also the closest with J-Bird. Mason also hates letting go of control, and what we just did was the definition of losing control.

I can see the hurt in Emma’s eyes, which she quickly tries to hide. “If it was such a mistake then why do it?” she snaps. “Don’t try to pretend you didn’t want it as much as I did. A mistake is accidentally locking your keys in your car. This was not a mistake,” she insists, sitting up and glaring at him.

“Emma,” Mason says with a sigh.

“Save it, Mason. I’m sick of guys trying to excuse away their behavior by saying it was a mistake after the fact. You’re a grown man, if it was such as mistake you shouldn’t have done it.”

“You’re right. We shouldn’t have, I’m sorry,” he replies, pulling on his clothes, his jaw clenching in the way it does when he’s trying to regain control of a situation.

“Fuck your apology,” she hisses back at him, jumping up from the bed and covering herself with a sheet, throwing his tank at him.

Mason stalks out of the room and Ty awkwardly starts to gather his clothes too. No doubt torn between his loyalty to Mason and not wanting to hurt or embarrass Emma further.

“For what it counts, I don’t regret a damn thing,” I chip in, trying to lighten the mood.

Emma lets out a deep sigh. “Nor do I. But he’s right, we shouldn’t have done this. Sex only complicates things and this whole situation sure as shit is already complicated enough without us adding to it.”

“Whatever you want, Emma,” Ty says softly.

She studies him for a moment trying to read him and determine what he truly wants. Not that she’ll have any luck, Ty’s a closed book. I’ve known the man for fifteen years and even I have trouble reading him.

“I don’t know what I want,” she says with a sigh, “But I do know that my focus should be on my son right now.”

Ty nods and takes that as an invitation to leave, glancing back at her one last time before exiting the room. Emma looks so agonized and weighted down with responsibility compared to the carefree vixen that she was just moments ago that I want to reach out and kiss her to make it all go away, if only for a second.

But then she gasps, “Shit! What time is it?” she says rushing to find her phone as though it has just now dawned on her how long we were distracted. “Shit, shit, shit!”

“What is it?” I ask, springing to my feet.

“Max. I’ve got to pick him up from school.”

“Calm down, you’ve got plenty of time,” I say soothingly.

“I know, but I shouldn’t have gotten distracted. What kind of mother does that?” she says panicking.

I know she’s having trouble dealing with what just happened between us and I’m not sure if anything I say will help. So all I can offer as she rushes out the door is, “You’re an amazing mom and don’t you forget it.”