This story explores intimate sexual relationships between family members and friends that are of a variety of ages. None of these characters are based on real people. This is only meant to be a plausible fantasy for your enjoyment. There are other stories in this series but this one doesn't require you have read them. This complies with the Literotica guidelines, especially the exclusion of any characters under the age of 18. Comments welcome. Copyright 2022.
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Tom Grace straightened his tie and looked into the full length mirror next to the bureau. Lean and wiry, he admired his high forehead and thick brown hair above intense brown eyes, a regal nose and full lips. His trimmed beard was sprinkled with blonde natural highlights, and his dress shirt covered strong shoulders and a trim trunk, kept that way by daily jogs and frequent cycling. His dark trousers accentuated his narrow hips.
He took delight, maybe too much delight, he thought, in his appearance. This pride was sinful, perhaps. God had given him so much to be thankful for, and he was grateful. But some things he might cling to a little too hard, he realized. Some things were a bit of an obsession.
That might be true of his looks. It was certainly true of his feelings for his wife and daughter, and his son, Liam. These wonderful members of his family were on his mind and heart strongly. He loved them, took pride in them, and wanted the very best for them. Sometimes the thought of them even was more important to him than his faith.
And that made it even harder on him now that Leslie no longer lived in the house. His wife, Katherine Elizabeth, and he had been shocked beyond reason when Leslie turned up with that horrible tattoo. It was so large and unavoidably grotesque, difficult to conceal no matter what she was wearing, and certainly obvious with the short skirts and tank tops that were her preferred outfit when she first had it applied to her flawless body.
Leslie had protested their revulsion, said it was a permanent kind of jewelry, something that she was quite happy to wear the rest of her life. But Tom thought it destroyed her perfection, a perfection that had been increasingly more difficult for him to resist fantasizing about, night and day. Yes, Leslie had developed into a remarkable woman, bright, fit, studious and sinfully robust in sexual allure. Tom's cock rose just thinking about her now.
But he and Katherine Elizabeth had decided that the flagrant disregard for her own appearance as God had made her required that Leslie be punished, and severely. Banishing her from their home was extreme, he knew, but neither he nor his wife could live with the profane artwork that now permanently polluted their daughter's innocence and beauty. He was relieved, frankly, that his father and step-mother were willing to offer Leslie a place to stay nearby. She could still work and go to school, keep her friends and, occasionally, see her father, mother and brother. And Tom longed to see Leslie, despite the violation of her smooth body by the freakish oriental design.
"Eggs are ready," his wife shouted up the stairs from the kitchen. "Be right there Kate," said Tom, smoothing his shirt and grabbing his jacket from the bed where he had laid it. His son, Liam, trotted past the bedroom door on his way to breakfast, dressed in jeans, a tee-shirt and sandals, his permanent attire. It never varied, no matter the season, the time or the occasion. Even going to church, Liam wore the exact same outfit, regardless of the cajoling of his parents.
It was good thing that he wore it so well, Tom thought. Liam was tall, 6-2, and his dark good looks were a gift from Kate's side of the family, as Leslie's fair skin and light complexion were from Tom's. Naturally thin and light on his feet, Liam excelled both as a scholar and an athlete. Wrestling was his best sport, but he played soccer and tennis with equal skill. The high school's teams were competitive, although not division standouts, and Liam was always considered a valuable addition. His parents had been loyal attendees at his meets.
Tom stepped into the kitchen and, as happened every day, his breath was taken by seeing his wife. From under wavy dark brown hair, she glanced over at him with smoldering dark eyes. She was an incredibly good-looking woman, had been a beauty queen in her day, and had not lost an ounce of her appeal in 24 years of marriage. Tom could never get used to his good fortune, God's generous gift, to him in this sexy and sexually adventurous woman. She wore a light dress under her apron, with little sleeves that did not disguise her straight and strong shoulders. The scooped bodice accentuated her arching neck and suggested as it swooped over with the rise of her breasts that there was plenty to discover underneath, a fact that Tom knew well.
