Escalation

You were thrown through a loop after Zoey left you in the bathroom, she was gone when you finally went back out into the bar so you settled your tab and went home.

You and Zoey had always been friendly she was happy to have you around when you started dating Whitney and at your wedding she'd cried during her speech and hugged you tightly as she welcomed you to the family. Now you wondered if what happened had been a one off or if there had been more to it.

The next week you found yourself back in the bar ready to endure country music if it meant a chance to talk to Zoey. As the DJ started getting ready you saw Zoey who smiled as she saw you.

"I'm going to think you like country music if I keep finding you here," she said wrapping an arm around you.

"I," you started, "I had to talk to you."

"I have a phone," she said, "I think you like banjo."

"Zoey," you said trying to get her to be serious.

"I know," she said, "we should talk, we will talk, but I didn't get to dance last week."

"After," you said, "empire diner."

"It's a date," she said, "you going to dance, I promise to make fun of how bad you are."

"Aren't you supposed to promise not to make fun of me?"

"Oh Burt, we both know I wouldn't be able to keep that promise."

You knew this was a ticket to embarrassment but you also knew you wanted to spend time with Zoey. The dancing went worse than you had imagined and everyone except maybe the DJ seemed to have a laugh at your expense.

"I've heard of two left feet," said Zoey who could barely breathe she was laughing so hard, "I'm not even sure those are feet."

You were sweating and sucking a little wind by the end but the smile on Zoey's face made her barbs more bearable.

"Come on cowboy," she said taking your hand, "you promised me a date."

You walked the short distance from the bar to the diner and at this hour it was pretty empty.

"So," said Zoey as the food came, "I'm all yours, lets talk."

You went to talk but weren't sure what to say.

"I thought you wanted to talk," said Zoey.

"I do," you said, "I don't know how to broach the topic of my sister in law sucked my cock and I don't know what it means."

Zoey chuckled, "what do you want it to mean?"

That was certainly a question and it wasn't one you really had an answer for.

"Why did you," you started, "not that I'm complaining."

"Who was the last guy I dated?" asked Zoey.

"It was, that, was he blonde?"

Zoey chuckled, "exactly, she slid her phone over to you look at Instagram, Facebook, texts."

"Is this a trap?"

"I'm not trying to show you my nudes loser just look."

You scrolled not sure what you were looking for.

"How many guys do you see, sending me memes, holiday or birthday messages, saw this and thought of you, just checking in to see how I'm doing."

It was all from you, it was some girlfriends and you, hell you seemed to talk to Zoey more than Whitney or her mother.

"You're a really good guy," she said suddenly getting upset, "you're one of my best friends and my sister," she stopped to collect herself, "just ripped out your heart. I wanted to cheer you up and maybe...maybe I wanted to see if you ever thought of me as more than a sister in law."

"Zo," you said taking her hand, "you were always my best friend, other than Whitney but now..."

"Do you know why I didn't leave with yoi last week?"

"No," you admitted though the question had crossed your mind.

"I was worried that if I went home with you," she paused, "I would cross a line we couldn't come back from."

She would have? Would you have? Could you have?

"You just got your heart broken after a twelve year relationship," said Zoey, "a relationship with my sister, I don't want to be a rebound."

"You wouldn't deserve that Zo," you said, "you deserve to be happy, like...like I thought I was."

The two of you sat in silence for long enough that it was awkward.

"Are you and Whitney really done?"

"Yes," you said, "I told her as much but she wants me to see how I feel in a few months."

"I want to talk to her," said Zoey, "can you wait for me?"

"Of course," you said, "I don't want to rush into anything."

You finished up and paid, then you walked Zoey to her car.

"You're really such a gentleman," said Zoey.

She put her hand on your cheek and gently brushed your hair with her fingertips, her piercing blue eyes staring up at you.

"You are so beautiful," you said seeing Zoey as something other then Whitney's sister.

The two of you kissed, hard, her tongue was in your mouth as you pulled her into you, one hand on the back of her head, the other on her waist. You don't know how long the two of you kissed, you needed more and when you both finally parted you were both breathing hard.

You couldn't get Zoey out of your head, it was like when you first met Whitney all over again only you knew Zoey, you knew how to make her laugh, you had been there for her through breakups and through the loss of their grandfather which hit even harder since their father was already gone. It was two more agonizing weeks before you heard from Zoey, you got a text that just read "free 2nite?"

You met up with Zoey at the diner, it was just a talk, you told yourself, who knew what Whitney and her had talked about. You sat nervously straightening the silverware until Zoey finally showed up, you had quite liked her cowgirl outfit but this loose red top and tight black pants were just as beautiful.

"Hey," she said placing a soft kiss on your cheek before sliding in across from you.

"Hey," you said practically shaking from nerves.

"So," said Zoey looking at the menu, "what looks good here?"

You and Zoey laughed, "sorry, you just look so nervous."

"I am," you admitted.

"Well," she said, "I talked to Whitney, she's a wreck."

"Really?"

"She quit her job, barely leaves the house," said Zoey, "she wants to see you but wants to give you space."

"I," you started, "I love her, but I don't trust her, and I don't think I ever could."

"I know," said Zoey, "I still don't know why she would do it. I yelled at her, apparently mom has been mad with her too."

"You have all been really good to me," you said, "I wish I could just forgive Whitney and move on."

"You can move on," said Zoey taking your hands, "I, I wanted to see you sooner but I was nervous," she blushed.

"You were nervous?" you asked in disbelief.

"I've had a crush on you," said Zoey, "for like twelve years."

That made a lot of things fall into place for you.

"That," you started, "makes a lot of sense."

"Oh god was it that obvious?" she asked blushing.

"All of the teasing just makes a lot more sense in that light," you said.

You both ate and talked, about her work as a nurse, about your class, about anything but Whitney. When dinner was done you walked her back to her car.

"We drove ourselves," you said, "trying not to make a mistake?"

"I want to," said Zoey, "I really want to."

You leaned in, your lips barely not touching, "we can take it slow."

"Or," she said, "you can meet me at my apartment, just for dessert."

"Of course," you said, "just dessert."

She turned and got into her car and you practically sprinted to yours. It was a few minutes from the diner to Zoey's and kit was one of the longest drives of your life.

When you got to the door Zoey was waiting, you'd never really seen her be nervous, she was a trauma nurse in an ER and you walking towards her seemed to be the scariest thing she could imagine.

She let you in and closed the door behind you before turning to face you, "slow," she said.

"Of course, slow."

"Kissing is probably ok," she said beforr placing a tender kiss on your lips.

You held her waist in your hands pulling her body into yours as you pressed your tongue into her mouth. Her hands were on the back of your head pulling you into her, you pushed her back up against the door **** for whatever she'd give you.

"Maybe," she said barely pulling her lips from yours, "maybe kissing is too much."

"We can stop," you offered.

"That's a good idea," she said before pressing her lips back to yours.

"I mean," she gasped as she pulled away from your lips, you kissed her neck and she breathed hard, "I already sucked your cock so I guess..."

"Bedroom," you said.

She took your hand and led you to the bedroom. You turned her around and pushed her down onto the bed before climbing on top of her, your lips pressed back to hers, your hands pulling her shirt up. Your kiss ended long enough for her shirt to come off and as you kissed again you attacked her bra pulling it off a freeing her perky tits, great tits must also run in this family. You squeezed the breasts as she pulled your shirt off. Her pants were undone next and you pulled them and her panties off.

You kissed her neck down to her chest stopping to suck on her pale pink nipples before working down her stomach to her pussy.

"You are so fucking wet," you said running your tongue up her.

Zoey was incredibly vocal compared to Whitney and she began to climax after barely any effort on your part. You continued to lick her sliding a finger in as you sucked her clit.

"God Whitney was right about you," she gasped.

She held the back of your head keeping your mouth pressed to her. You licked and sucked and fingered her until she finally pulled you off of her. Zoey shivered as you stood up and took your pants and boxers off. She made no effort to hide that she was staring right at your cock.

"Oh god I want to make a mistake," she said.

You climbed on top of her, your dick tantalizingly close to her pussy.

"Everything will change," she said.

"We don't have to."

"Yes we do," she said, "I fucking need it."

You pressed yourself into Zoey in one long slow thrust, her eyes wide as she took you in.

"I want it prone," she whimpered as you started to thrust.

"Thats a finishing position Zo," you said, "let's start out simple."

She kissed you, her hips rising to meet you with each thrust, her legs wrapped around you.

"I can't believe you're finally inside me."

"Believe it Zo."

"This isn't taking it slow."

"How do you want to take it?"

"Hard," she pleaded.

You obliged and she moaned loudly.

"God I'm such a whore," she managed as you slammed your cock into her, "fucking my brother in law."

"You fucking love it," you said.

You felt Zoey getting close and you kept your pace steady, her pussy milking yoir cock as she orgasmed.

"Good girl," you said, "let me hear it."

Zoey attacked your lips with hers working your cock in her.

You grabbed her waist and rolled onto your back pulling her on top of you.

You looked at her pale form as she sat up working herself on you, "you're so fucking sexy Zo."

You held her waist thrusting up into her pussy as she steadied herself on your chest.

"Holy god its better than I imagined," she whimpered.

Zoey was hypnotizing, the way her tits bounced, the way she took your cock hard and fast, the faces she made as you brought her back to orgasm. She fell forward against you pressing her lips to yours as she shook.

"You ready Zo?"

"Yes," she pleaded climbing off of you to lay flat on her stomach.

You propped her waist up with a pillow and she whimpered as you entered her.

"Oh god it really is so deep," she whined.

You held her waist thrusting slow and deep as Zoey moaned loud enough you were sure she'd be hearing it from the neighbors.

"You fucking like that," you groaned as you leaned forward going faster, she looked back at you wide eyed.

"It's so fucking good."

Zoey's toes curled, she clung to the sheets, your cock throbbed as your own orgasm approached.

"Do it inside me!" She screamed.

"You wanna get bred by your brother in law?"

"I fucking need it."

You thrusted hard and deep as you filled her and when you were finally done you collapsed on top of her both breathing hard.

"This was definitely a mistake," she muttered, "because I'm not going to be able to stop."

"Good," you said kissing her cheek.

"We can't tell Whitney," she said, "not yet."

"I won't."

"You're still so hard."

"Because I have a beautiful woman under me."

You made another mistake then, and another the following morning and as you left Zoey's that day excited to see her again.