Evil's Niece (11 page)

‘She’s talked about you all night.’ As Tommy Jon set me on the ground, he stole a hungry kiss while keeping his eye on the woman he loved. ‘She told me what happened in your bathroom this morning — about feeling your juice through that black lace…how it whispered against your tight, red curls. She told me how you stared at those boys’ bare asses, watching their balls jiggle above their white silk panties when she spanked them.’

I swallowed hard. I should’ve realised Monique and her T-Jon would have no secrets — even if they were supposed to be
my
secrets.

‘She tells me you want my cock, Miss Eve.’

And there it was, rising to greet my pointed stare. I’d never seen
anyone
so well endowed as Tommy Jon Beaumont.

He knew this, of course. So he stood with his arms akimbo, his lean hips easing forward and a devilish grin on his face. His erection swayed to its full length as though it loved putting on such a show. Maybe it was the interplay between shadows dancing on the breeze and the light of that big moon above us, but I swore that cock bobbed its head, bowing to me. A drop of dew glistened at its tip, and then ran down the thick, rounded crown until it dropped off.

I sucked air, and my insides got hot.

‘So — here it is, lady. Take it.’

Had there ever been such a blatant invitation? While I could envision earlier Proffits trysting here in the garden, where the fountain burbled and the azaleas and crepe myrtle provided nooks made for such nesting, I doubted any of them held a candle to this naked pair. My hand extended, as though pulled by a magnet from within the alluring man who’d challenged me. Tommy Jon Beaumont stood like a statue of a Greek god, with the planes and curves and cords of his body carved into the moonlit night.

But the museum statues I’d seen didn’t have such a shaft sticking out! I was getting up my nerve, taking that first fateful step, when Monique sideswiped me as she whirled to the music of the cicadas.

‘Strip, Auntie Evil!’ she ordered. ‘Then maybe I’ll share him. And then
maybe
you’ll get your gift.’

I sent my silk dressing gown drifting down my bare body, for I’d suspected this wild pair might stage such an outrageous rendezvous. How gratifying, to watch Tommy Jon’s eyes focus so intently as my breasts, and then my midsection, and then my sex were revealed. He had his own diversion, after all — she crouched before him, steadying herself between his sturdy legs as she kissed the tip of his cock.

I held my breath as she took him into her mouth. Did women
do
this? Did men enjoy it as much…as much as I enjoyed such attention from Monique?

His quiet moan told me. His fingers speared into her glossy, unfettered hair, moving her head at the tempo he wanted. Monique’s lips remained in an O that followed his shaft forward and back — pushing and then pulling to make him longer — while she cupped his sac. She was an impish little thing, so where all of that piston went, inside her mouth, remained a mystery. A mystery I longed to taste and feel for myself.

Feeling bold, I bumped her out of the way. My maid, however, merely bumped me back with a swing of her hips that sent me sprawling in the grass. Then she laughed and grabbed Tommy Jon’s hand.

‘It’s in the fountain, Auntie,’ she teased, leading her lover in that direction. ‘You must find it before we let you play.’

Who could resist her playful challenge, or her squeal of delight when Tommy Jon scooped her into his arms? I followed them, laughing when the agile Tommy threw her in. With a scream and a splash she landed in the fountain’s basin, popping up like a porpoise to blow water from her mouth.

‘Look what I found!’ she crowed, waving it above her head. ‘Let’s play catch, T-Jon. Keep-away — from Auntie Eve!’

The object she tossed him was dark and long and…as it tumbled through the air into his outstretched palms, another giddy jolt passed through me. Tommy Jon Beaumont had made me a leather cock! He looked my way, and then lobbed it into an arc above the fountain’s spray.

‘Maybe, Monique, she can use two of them?’ he teased. ‘Hot and hungry as her pussy gets, she might
need
this extra one. But I made this toy especially for her pretty Aunt Eve…the lady with the lovely cunny. I want to push it up inside you myself —’

I could stand no more. Sprinting towards the fountain to join them, I revelled in their dark, sleek wetness as they stood nude in the moonlight, with rivulets of water running down their bodies. T-Jon caught the dildo and waggled it just beyond my reach before tossing it back to his lover. As it sailed over my head I sprang up, my arm fully extended, but Monique gave me a playful push and caught the leather cock herself.

I splashed to the bottom of the fountain and then found my feet; shot upward, sputtering in mock protest. How many years since I’d frolicked in water? Never nude in a fountain, to be sure! And although my hair was sagging in soggy lumps hung up on hair pins, I felt like a child. What freedom, to splash in the water without clothes — to shiver with the chill of it until my nipples went hard and goose bumps covered me. And then to look at the two other wet bodies cavorting on either side of me, and feel their absolute approval that I’d joined them — not as the lady of the estate, but as a friend.

And how long had it been since
that
happened?

Monique tossed the leather prick to me and I caught it — but I was then drawn backwards against Tommy Jon’s hard, male body.

‘And now I’ll show Miss Eve how this feels…how hot she’ll get from rubbing herself in all the right places, like I want to do with my cock,’ he murmured against my wet ear. ‘I moulded this over my own prick, you know. Fashioned the soft, wet leather over my hardness, and sewed the folds with special ridges, to excite you.’

He ran little kisses down my face then, holding me against himself with that arm beneath my breasts. Driving me insane, the way he undulated against my backside to further excite us both. ‘Open for me, pretty woman,’ came his whispered command. ‘T-Jon Beaumont’s gonna show you what you’ve been missing.’

Had he, too, guessed that Chapin was a less-than-attentive lover? Or was it his Cajun ego, touting his proportions and stamina, as every male was wont to do?

Not that it mattered. With his knee spreading my legs from behind and that dark, hard shaft of leather gliding down my stomach towards my wet curls, I was too spellbound to care. Monique watched us, wiping the wet hair back from her face.

‘This is going to be so good,’ she said in a husky voice. ‘Rub the tip around her clit, T-Jon. Let it glide between her lips…up and down in her dew — ah,
oui, cheri
! — and then press in with it…ooh-la-la. You’ve got her squirming now!’

I let out a shameless moan, falling back against his body, succumbing to the magic of both his wands. Raising a foot to the rim of the fountain, I opened myself — gasping when that slick leather tip found its way below my aching clit, to tease at the rim of my hole.

‘Push it in,’ I whispered. ‘Oh, please, Tommy Jon, I’ve never had such a —’

‘Long…solid…eager cock shoving up you?’ he finished.

And when he made good on that, guiding the dildo with slow but relentless pressure, I froze against him with my mouth open. In and then out, with a rhythm that remained steady yet accelerating, until the hard leather shaft danced up and down as he twisted it, to put those ridges into play. I was squirming, helpless, unable to stop my body’s gyrations. Tommy Jon pumped with relentless intent as he held me spellbound with his expert attentions.

The madness peaked quite suddenly, and when he focused the pressure on my throbbing clit, I surged to my tiptoes with a high-pitched cry. The garden echoed with utter, mindless babbling that made perfect sense to my incited mind. My pussy was going crazy. I couldn’t control my convulsing hips as I rode the cresting waves of my climax. Somehow Tommy Jon had tapped into a nerve centre and was still making me twitch with each caress, until he finally let me fall back into his embrace, exhausted.

‘You liked that,
oui
?’ he teased, kissing my temple.

‘Oh my Lord, I never knew — never guessed —’

‘The women, they all say that after they’ve been with me.’ Then he gently turned me, so I could sit against the fountain’s rim to recover. ‘You’re a good pupil, Miss Eve. If Monique wasn’t here, I’d show you a few more moves. But she demands her turn, you know.’

I had to smile, for my maid always demanded attention.

‘You were such a fine instructor,
cheri
, Monique wants to give
you
a turn,’ came her sultry reply.

She hopped up into his arms to be caught like a little girl, wrapping her legs at his waist, although the kiss she gave him was anything but innocent. With her whole body she lit into that man, rubbing her breasts and slit against him while her mouth reminded him who he belonged to. Tommy Jon moaned and kissed her back, hard and possessive, before letting her slither down to the ground again.

There in the moonlight, silhouetted against the night sky, they made a beautiful sight with the jets of water falling in arcs around them. He coaxed her lower, letting his head fall back when her lips found the tip of his cock. I felt like an intruder, sitting that close to such intimate behaviour, so I slipped the dildo from T-Jon’s hand and stepped out of the fountain. I felt no need to share Monique’s lover while she was enjoying him. I’d gotten plenty more to think about from the myriad wild sensations he’d brought me during my own climax.

‘Hope you saved a taste for me, sugah,’ came a drawl in the darkness.

I searched the shadows around the hedge: there was no mistaking that molasses voice. My heart raced, for Dewel was not allowed to set foot on this property — but then, why would he follow his half-brother’s rules? Trespassing in Chapin’s garden, with Eve, took on a whole new meaning as he stepped from behind the massive magnolia tree that hid us from the house.

‘Surely you’re not surprised,’ he continued in that velvety baritone, peeling away clothes he’d already unbuttoned. ‘I’m here on a purely tutorial mission, of course. To show you the joys of returnin’ a man’s favours. Teachin’ you how to drive him wild, like Monique there.’

His erection jutted above the trousers he shoved down, leaving no doubt about what he had in mind. A glance towards the lovers in the fountain was an education in itself, for my maid was obviously enjoying her work, driving her mouth up and down T-Jon’s huge cock.

‘I — I’ve never —’

‘Then it’s time you did, darlin’.’ Dewel closed the distance between us with quick strides. ‘Much as I love a hot, tight hole, a woman’s mouth can do things her sex can’t. And when she throws in some lickin’, and suckin’, why — I just have to surrender myself to her. Just like Chapin would, if he were here.’

His last words made him grin lasciviously. Dewel Proffit cut a proud, virile figure in this garden mottled with moonlight, and his cocky talk teased at my senses as much as the sight of him and the scent of fine cigars that lingered on his skin.

His kiss tasted of brandy and I was intoxicated before I could put up even a token resistance. But why would I? I wanted nothing more than to please this man beyond his wildest expectations.

‘What do I — what if I hurt —’

‘You won’t, sugah,’ he reassured me, guiding my hand to cup his sac. It filled my palm and felt tantalising, with those two separate nuggets inside the warm, loose flesh. ‘Put your leg up and I’ll give you a little incentive. Watch Monique and Tommy Jon…tell me exactly what she’s doin’ to him, and you’ll be well on your way.’

On my way to what? Learning another technique to seduce Chapin, or falling more deeply under his bastard brother’s provocative spell? I had no choice but to prop my foot on the bench, facing the lovers in the fountain, because Dewel had already knelt in front of me to direct my moves.

‘Oh, Eve, honey, you do tempt a man,’ he murmured, his breath warm on my cooling thighs. ‘Tight little curls, around folds that look like a flower ready to open…around this little nub that’s just calling out for me to tease her.’

With a single stroke of his tongue he made me gasp, rekindling the flames Tommy Jon ignited with his dildo. ‘Dewel, please —’

‘I’ll give you all you can handle, you little beggar, but you’ve gotta talk to me,’ he hinted, and then he lapped at me again. ‘What’s she doin’ to him?’

Grasping the sides of his head for balance, I focused on the two lovers. ‘Her cheeks are caved in, from…sucking on his cock. My Lord, it looks a foot long, and so thick, and…now she’s slowly moving her mouth down the shaft.’

‘Mmm,’ Dewel moaned, leaning up into his work. He was massaging my bottom, and when the fingers of both hands found its crevice, they parted the two halves — which opened me up right before his eyes. He chuckled, kissing my nether lips.

I cried out again, then remembered to open my eyes. ‘Monique’s wrapped her hand around the base of it now, and she’s pumping it up and down so her fist meets her lips…so every inch of that cock feels her squeezing. Is that how you like it, Dewel?’

He drove his tongue into me and I lost control, grinding my sex against a mouth that made wet, sucking noises. How had he brought me to climax so effortlessly? Was it his own potent magic, or the way he’d made me watch those Cajun lovers? Tommy Jon hunched, his face tight with need, and I wanted to make Dewel feel that way too.

I stepped back, watching him lick my honey from his lips. ‘Your turn,’ I murmured. ‘It’s the least I can do, after all the ways you’ve pleasured me. How can you make me come so easily, when Chapin —’

I caught myself, but he already knew how the sentence would end. ‘Practice makes perfect,’ he quipped, and then he sat on the bench with an expectant grin. ‘And, of course, that’s why I’m here. So you can practise, for your dear husband’s benefit. Not every half-brother would be so generous.’

I was about to warn him that Chapin might return at any time — might even be watching us from the upstairs window — but he ran his thumb slowly along the curve of my lower lip.

‘We’re gonna forget him for now,’ he said, his blue eyes intense in the twilight. ‘This is just for me, Eve. Because I
am
a selfish bastard, like he’s always claimed. Kneel between my knees and suck me, sugah. Suck me hard and fast, because I need you —
now
.’

I obeyed his siren call, closing my eyes and inhaling the musk that hovered between his legs. His labour in the cane fields had honed his body to an enticing hardness — but that was nothing compared to the cock that pushed past my lips.

I opened for him, running my mouth over his hot, smooth tip and then down the ridged length of his rigid member. He tasted like skin and sweat, yet also like brandy. I couldn’t help giggling.

‘Like that little surprise?’ he asked, thrusting against my tongue. ‘Thought I’d make your first time a little tastier. Some women won’t do this for a man, Miss Eve, but you’re takin’ to it like — oh Jesus, woman, but you’ve got a mouth on you!’

I continued swivelling my lips around him, running my tongue along the underside of a cock that filled my mouth with its throbbing. Slipping his fingers into my wet hair, Dewel guided my head faster, his moans more insistent now. He began to pant — a rasping sound that drove me to suck harder. His whole body tensed, and I prepared for whatever might come out.

And come it did, a torrent of warm, buttery silk; first one gush and then a couple more, as Dewel fought for breath. When I glanced up, his grimace was reward enough for the mouthful of fluid I wasn’t sure what to do with. He shook his head to clear it, then smiled and kissed my cheek.

‘You can spit if you want,’ he whispered. ‘Most men get a big thrill from watching their woman swallow — or from squirtin’ all over her face. Never tried the stuff myself, but I’ll understand if you find it distasteful.’

I held it, pondering my options. Not wanting to retch if it disagreed with my stomach…not wanting Dewel to think I found anything about him distasteful. After all, he’d sampled my private honey and —

It went down before I realised it. And stayed. I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand. ‘Not as tasty as, say, Fanny’s chicken gravy. But not as awful as cod liver oil either.’