Adams Apple Ch 02

Author's Notes:

This story is © Copyright LesLumens. Should this story be found anywhere except Literotica.com with this note attached, it is posted without my permission.

Pardon the puns in the titles of this series, I just can't help myself.

This tale is a follow-up to my stories "Adam's Aunt," and "Adam's Family." I recommend reading them first, but you can certainly just start right here, as this tale is meant to stand alone. As with those tales, this one is built more on lust than love, which is the norm in my other taboo tales.

Sometimes, I just feel like writing down and dirty smut.

This is a five part story, and all five were submitted on the same day, so they should come out one a day.

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Christine pulled out her cell as she returned home after Adam settled into his hotel. She already wanted to turn around and jump in bed with him, only five minutes after leaving him.

She knew it was going to be a frustrating few days, for certain.

When she didn't see any messages, she dialed her niece's number. Avalynne answered and Christine said, "Good morning. Did you sleep okay?"

"Not really," Lynne answered, her voice a little distant.

"Are you still at the hotel?"

"No, I'm in town."

"I had to run out and do something, but I'm on my way home. I should be there in just a minute, if you beat me to the house."

"Okay."

"Lynne, are you okay?"

"Yeah. I'm at the house."

"I'm just down the block. I can see the car now. See you in a minute. Bye."

"Bye."

Christine pulled into the drive and waved to her niece, a little stunned by how much the young woman had grown up since she'd last seen her. Despite the seriousness of the situation, Christine couldn't help but notice how sexy Lynne looked. Her dark, wavy hair billowed in the breeze, framing a face that had lost any hints of baby fat, while still retaining a bright glow of youth.

It took all of Christine's willpower not to stare at her niece's breasts, just slightly larger than her own, and so well displayed by a tight beige blouse. Her jean shorts showed off long expanses of perfect leg, hugging the sensual flare of Lynne's hips.

Christine pulled the car into the garage and clenched her intimate muscles as she unbuckled her seat belt to quell the tingling between her legs. She climbed out of the car and held her arms wide. "Come here, sweetie."

The hug made it even harder to ignore Lynne's attributes, even though the young woman felt a little stiff, as though she was uncomfortable.

"Come on inside. I'm so sorry you have to go through this."

Lynne sighed and followed, sinking down into the couch when her aunt gestured toward it.

"Can I get you a drink? Something to eat?" Christine asked as she sat down.

"I'm okay," Lynne answered, her cheeks flushing a little.

Christine wondered about the blush, but kept her face from registering that she'd noticed. "Do you want to talk about it?"

The color in Lynne's cheeks deepened. Though Christine had obviously meant her parents' divorce, the first thing Lynne thought of when her aunt said

it

was the startling sight she'd beheld earlier in the morning.

"It's okay," Christine said when her niece didn't answer. "Just relax. You can watch TV, or take a dip in the pool. Whatever you think will make you feel a little better. I'm going to get us something to drink."

"Thanks," Lynne answered with a half smile.

Christine walked toward the kitchen and Lynne felt a hot rush of shame flood through her. Her eyes had locked on her aunt's swaying bottom, bringing back the memory of seeing the older woman climaxing with Adam in full, vivid detail. Her cheeks burning, she turned on the television to flip through the channels, hoping to chase the memory away.

The sound of a clink caused Christine to pause in her journey toward the kitchen. She looked over her shoulder to see Lynne turning on the TV, and heard the sound again. Her brow furrowing, Christine walked down the hall toward the sound. It rang out again, and Christine knew it had come from the back yard.

As soon as she opened the sliding door, Christine knew what the sound was. She saw the partially open gate tapping against the fence and felt a moment of panic. A hasty survey of the back yard revealed no intruders. Since she'd had to unlock the sliding glass door, she doubted anyone had broken in. Nothing appeared to be missing, so Christine relaxed a little as she crossed the yard to close the gate.

Her first step back toward the house after securing the gate set her heart to pounding again, however. No longer looking for intruders or things missing, she noticed grass clippings in the vague shape of footprints leaving the lawn and crossing the deck. Someone had walked across the grass while it was wet with dew. Christine followed the footprints, and noticed something lying on the ground.

When she picked up the piece of paper and unfolded it, she knew who had left the tracks. The directions to her house were written in Lynne's hand, and standing where she'd found the note, Christine was looking directly into her bedroom window.

She could clearly see the bed, and knew anyone standing where she stood could have seen what was happening on that bed early this morning just as clearly. For the first time since beginning the incestuous affair with her nieces and nephews three years ago, Christine wondered if the secret was out.

She almost wished someone had broken in instead.

****

Christine gave her niece a sympathetic look as the brunette's face tightened. Lynn took a deep breath and interrupted her father. "Look, Dad, I'm not coming home right now, and I don't know if I

ever

will. I can't stand it any more. I'm fine. I'm safe. I love you, but I just can't handle this right now. I'm going to go. I'll call you later. Bye."

Seeing her niece tearing up, Christine offered her a tissue as the younger woman tossed her cellphone down on the couch. "What happened? The last I knew, everything was fine with your Mom and Dad."

"It's my fault," Lynne replied in a soft voice.

"That's ridiculous," Christine responded,

Lynne shook her head emphatically. "No, it is. They started fighting when..." She trailed off, blushing furiously and hugging her arms around her.

Christine laid her hand on her niece's arm in a comforting gesture. "It sounds to me like you need to get this out. Whatever it is, I'm not going to judge you. Just tell me."

"I can't," Lynne whispered.

"Yes you can."

Lynne looked toward her aunt, but refused to look her in the eyes. The uncomfortable pause lasted for long seconds, and then Lynne haltingly spoke. "My boyfriend was over at the house. Mom and Dad were gone, and we... We were doing things. I didn't hear Dad come home, and he walked in the room."

"Oh dear," Christine interjected, and let out a sigh. "Unfortunately, I know exactly how you felt. It happened to me almost the same way."

"Really?"

Christine nodded. "I thought I was going to die. It was my first time, too. We hadn't even done anything yet, really. Mom walked in on us before we got that far, but we'd gone far enough."

Lynne continued, "We were using a condom, but Dad totally freaked out. He took a week off from work and wouldn't let me out of his sight. I couldn't use the phone, or the internet, or anything. That's when it started."

Christine pursed her lips and said, "I don't understand."

Lynne sighed. "Dad wanted to put me on the pill, but mom was totally against it. Dad gave in, but Mom wouldn't leave it alone. Then she started yelling at him about other things — all the time. Dad yelled back, and pretty soon that's all they did. Dad came home early the next Monday and asked me if I wanted to go on the pill. I wanted to anyway, so I said yes. Mom found them a few days later, and things just got worse."

Ron, what the hell were you thinking?

Christine thought. "Lynne, that may be the straw that broke the camel's back, but there had to be more going on that you just didn't know about. Things just don't fall apart over something like that, especially when somebody gives in. This isn't your fault."

"I don't know."

"I do. Your Dad shouldn't have gone behind your Mom's back like that, but I know my brother. He wouldn't have done it unless she pushed him to the breaking point. There was more to it than just this argument. It's probably been festering for months — or even years."

"What sucks is I found out that jerk was screwing some blonde floozy while I was grounded."

Christine rolled her eyes. "

Men!

That's not your fault either. It's probably not even his. What passes for a guy's brains is between his legs most of the time."

Lynne chuckled and half-smiled, which encouraged Christine. "Who knows... Maybe you running away is exactly what they needed to make them work together. They might just realize that whatever they're fighting about is pretty trivial compared to the important things."

"I doubt it. They already have lawyers and everything. Dad's been staying in the spare room and eating take-out."

"Maybe that's for the best." Christine smiled and winked at her niece. "Feel better?"

Again, Lynne chuckled. "Yeah, I guess so."

"Good. How about we go to the spa for the afternoon, and then go shopping. My treat."

Lynne offered her first genuine smile of the day upon hearing that suggestion.

****

Night had settled before Christine pulled back into the garage. She and her niece both carried several bags of expensive new clothing, clutched in freshly manicured fingers. "I'm exhausted," Lynne breathed as she bumped the car door shut with her perfect, heart-shaped bottom.

Christine's eyes wanted to lock onto the sight, but she fought the desire. "Have fun, though?"

"God, yes. I've never been able to just buy whatever I wanted before. And the spa... Oh — my — god. I can't believe I let someone give me a bikini wax. I was so relaxed that she could have suggested anything and I would have just nodded."

Christine strongly suspected that the woman who had given Lynne that bikini wax would have

loved

to suggest something. While the blonde tried to hide it, Christine could see a smolder in the woman's eyes whenever she looked at Lynne, and it only grew stronger after that bikini wax. What intrigued Christine more was how her niece responded to those signals. Some of the conversation between the two had bordered on scandalous, and Lynne had barely batted an eyelash. Even when she did, Christine thought it was her presence that had more to do with it than any uneasiness.

"How about a nice long soak in a scented bath to top it all off?" Christine suggested as she unlocked the door.

"Mmm — perfect," Lynne responded.

"Just drop the bags on the couch. I'll show you where everything is."

Lynne followed her aunt to the master bath and gasped when she saw the tub, a huge marble affair easily large enough for two to share comfortably. "Am I in heaven?"

Christine laughed. "Go ahead and get the water running. It takes a while. I'll grab the scented oils so you can pick. You can have bubbles if you want, too."

Lynne walked over to the tub while Christine opened the cabinet to retrieve her bath oils. She preferred the rose and kept it near the tub, but kept several other scents in a wicker basket within the cabinet. When she turned back around and saw a slightly embarrassed grin on her niece's face, she realized that the rose oil wasn't the only thing she'd left by the tub.

Christine actually blushed a little as she picked up her waterproof vibe with a shrug and a silvery laugh. She'd taken care to hide all her toys, videos, and other potentially embarrassing things before Lynne arrived, but she'd missed this one. "I'm not a nun, you know," she offered by way of explanation.

"Sorry, it just shocked me a little," Lynne laughed as she turned on the water.

Lynne picked the lavender oil, and Christine put out towels before leaving her niece to her bath. She wanted nothing more than to slip into the tub with her, however. Keeping her thoughts from drifting toward sex had grown more difficult throughout the day, her sexy niece having a great deal to do with it.

She also doubted her previous conviction that Lynne had seen her and Adam now as well. Lynne had relaxed as the day went on, and that simply didn't mesh with a young woman who had seen her aunt and cousin furiously fucking.

She shivered as she considered the other possibility, and almost as quickly tried to put it out of her head. Dwelling on the remote chance that Lynne had seen them and didn't find it nauseating would only make it more difficult to behave around the beautiful woman.

Chasing that fantasy away proved impossible, however. Lynne would be in the bath for some time, and Christine knew the easiest way to calm those lusty thoughts was to indulge them. With her vibe already in hand, she simply proceeded to her bedroom to do just that.

****

Avalynne relaxed in the tub, resting her head on the cushion situated on its edge. Her nipples stood erect where they broke the surface of the softly lapping water. Hovering on the edge of a doze, she breathed in the scent of lavender and let warmth of the water sink into her.

She let out an almost inaudible moan, her fingers stroking her baby-smooth nether lips. After a few moments, she gasped and opened her eyes, realizing that her thoughts had unconsciously drifted toward the sight of Adam energetically coupling with her aunt.

Her fingers still between her legs, Lynne let out a soft sigh, unable to deny that the stiffening of her nipples had nothing to do with the kiss of the colder air, and neither did the chills creeping through her. Mingled with the thoughts of Adam and her aunt, she could also vividly see the blonde woman from the spa between her legs, her sex shrouded from the woman's eyes by nothing more than translucent paper.

Though part of her screamed to recoil from sexual thoughts about women, she'd found those feelings harder to deny every day. Now, she had the added conundrum of finding that the thought of her aunt's nude body and her cousin's big cock excited her as well.

Her fingers sought her center, slipping between her folds. The ache was simply too strong to ignore.

What's wrong with me?

She thought, even as she plunged her middle finger into her wet heat. In her mind's eye, despite her efforts to resist it, it was her aunt's finger that plunged into her, not her own. Christine leaned closer, her lips parting and her tongue snaking out.

A second finger joined the first as Lynne surrendered to her desire. She caressed her breasts with her other hand for a moment, the water sloshing as the touch caused her back to arch. Her clit throbbed, demanding attention, and she let her hand slide down her body to answer that call.

Quiet pants passed Lynne's lips as her fingers stroked into her and rubbed her bud in slow circles. Her fantasy changed, Adam's cock now replacing her fingers, his muscles bunching as he thrust the thick organ deep inside her. The digits stroking into her moist canal matched the pace of her fantasy, building a white-hot bubble of pressure in Lynn's loins.

Lynne gasped, fighting to remain quiet as she felt her orgasm approaching. Now her aunt lapped her clit while Adam's cock continued to pump into her. She trembled, the water roiling above her fast moving hands. Water sloshed over the edge of the tub when her climax claimed her, the ecstasy of her release arching her back enough to completely expose her breasts to the open air.

As the energy of her orgasm drained away, so too did her shame over what had triggered it. In admitting her attraction to act on it, she had confronted a demon that had haunted her for years now.

Lynne floated in post-orgasmic bliss.

****

Oh dear,

Christine thought as her niece walked out of the bathroom wearing only a towel. As much shadow as cloth covered her sex, and the full expanse of the upper globes of Lynne's breasts rose proudly above the precarious tuck between them.

"Have a good bath?" She asked, carefully controlling her voice to keep the lust she felt from bubbling out in her words.

Avalynne grinned. "Mmm hmm. Do you have a nightshirt or something I could wear for bed?"

"Sure. Come on," Christine answered and got up from the couch. She led Lynne to her bedroom and into the walk-in closet. She thought she noticed her niece pause for a second to stare at the bed as she entered, but kept walking as if nothing had happened.

When she reached the section where she kept her nightgowns, Christine gestured like a spokesmodel, and then laughed when she couldn't keep a straight face.

Lynne gasped and asked "Oh my god, is that real silk?"

"Yes," Christine answered, running her finger down the gown, which wouldn't cover much more than the towel Lynne had wrapped around her.

"Can I?"

"Go ahead."

Lynne pulled the gown off its hanger with one hand, and tugged the towel tucked between her breasts loose with the other. Christine had no idea how she managed to hold in the gasp of surprise and arousal she felt as that towel drifted to the floor. Her niece's full, firm breasts were everything Christine had imagined, surmounted by dark, erect tips. Lynne's freshly waxed nether lips showed just the slightest, enticing hints of pink between them.

The short silken gown did little to hide those attributes, or dull Christine's arousal. "How does it look?" Lynne asked.

"It looks great on you," Christine managed to answer without her voice quavering with desire. "I'm going to have a bath and get ready for bed, too."

Lynne nodded and walked out of the closet, her bottom peeking out of the gown because her slightly larger breasts pulled the cloth higher than it would have were Christine wearing it. Christine closed the closet door, giving her niece time to reach the door of the room. As soon as Lynne crossed the threshold, Christine hurried to her bedside to retrieve her waterproof vibe from its hiding place in a drawer. She was soaking wet, and knew she was going to need it.

Avalynne had retrieved a book she'd purchased from one of her bags and sat down with it as Christine walked in the room. Seeing her niece's breasts in profile with the slippery silk clinging to Lynne's nipples spurred Christine to increase the pace of her stride slightly. She needed relief, and she needed it now.

****

The words on the page may as well have been written in an alien script, because not a one registered in Lynne's mind. Her cheeks warmed as she considered the spur-of-the-moment decision to drop her towel in front of her aunt. Seeking a reaction, she'd noticed the widening of her aunt's eyes as the towel fell to the floor. The mirror on the door had also revealed Christine's eyes following the sway of her bottom as Lynne had walked out of the closet.

Lynne turned toward the bathroom, where she could hear the water running. Behind the closed door, she knew her aunt was — or soon would be — stripping out of her clothing. Turned on beyond anything she'd ever imagined, Lynne wanted to see her aunt's body up close.

Her unread book still lying in her lap, Lynne waited for the water to shut off, and then stood up before she'd even completely formed the thought. Though her desire drove her toward the door, hints of nervousness caused her to stop at the portal. She leaned in close, turning her ear toward the door, and heard her aunt slip into the bath.

Though she reached for the doorknob several times, Lynne found it difficult to summon up the courage to twist the knob and enter.

****

Any thoughts of bathing far from her mind, Christine turned on her toy as soon as she sank into the water, bringing it to her nether lips a moment later.