The Wayne Estate, Part 1

Skylar Wayne was feeling very grouchy as she walked down the stairs of the Holland house. Well, the Jace Holland house. She’d been to Isabelle Holland’s house plenty of times, too, though she admitted had been in Jace’s more, especially in recent months.

She shouldn’t be feeling grouchy, after all, she had Jace coming over for dinner and a sleepover, though they’d be doing something a little more exciting than a movie night or a pillow fight. However, she couldn’t get the text from Anastasia out of her head. She knew logically that Jace and Ana were, somehow, friends. It boggled her mind how Jace could stand to talk to her for longer than three seconds, but she supposed he couldn’t always have good taste. Personally, Skylar wanted to rip out her own pretty blonde hair every time Ana talked to her, or no, actually, she’d much rather rip out Ana’s brown hair.

From a mature perspective, Skylar could acknowledge that it was possible her animosity stemmed from jealousy over not being captain of the cheerleading squad… but Sky and Ana had been rivals long before that happened, so it certainly wasn’t the sole reason.

Skylar was dressed all sexy for Jace tonight, while his phone was buzzing courtesies of Little Miss Fat Latina Ass, and Skylar wouldn’t stand for it. She wasn’t a jealous woman, typically. Jace with any other girl didn’t bother her one bit, but the thought of Jace fucking Anastasia turned Skylar so green with envy she may as well be the Wicked Witch.

As Jace and Skylar reached the bottom floor, her green eyes flicked towards where Dana Holland was chatting with Jeremiah and Danielle.

Jace’s parents were sat at the dining room table, while Dana stood talking to them. She wore only some skimpy cotton pajama shorts, only just poking out beneath an oversized shirt Skylar would wager belonged to Jace. When Dana turned towards Jace and Skylar, there was a bit too much wobble beneath that shirt for Dana to have a bra on. It was truly astonishing that a girl so petite had tits like those.

“Hey, you headed out?” Dana asked, coming up to Jace.

“Yeah, going over to Wayne Manor for dinner.” Jace nodded.

“Dinner and a show.” Skylar winked. “Oh, and it’s Wayne Estate, not Wayne Manor. I’m not Batman.”

“My mistake.” Jace laughed. “Amy and I watched Batman just a few days ago.”

Dana threw her arms around Jace, and Skylar watched curiously as Jace grabbed Dana by her slim hips and pulled his petite twin close for a very intimate hug. Skylar couldn’t even remember the last time she’d hugged her own twin brother Sam, and Jace and Dana were hugging like they were dating.

Dana looked weirdly towards Skylar before letting go of Jace and backing up, almost like there was something she wanted to do but had thought better of it because Skylar was standing there. Jace didn’t let Dana go, though, he put a hand on the small of her back and tugged her back in, giving her a quick peck on the lips.

That made Skylar’s eyebrows raise a bit, but it was a fairly chaste kiss, so she refrained from making any sister-fucker jokes. It took some effort, but she didn’t wanna embarrass one of her fellow cheerleaders like that. Sky had always liked Dana anyway.

Dana said quick byes to Skylar and her family before leaving out the back door, presumably to visit Brooklyn. Skylar had always found the little compound that Jace’s family and their neighbors had set up strange. All four families had willingly given up all semblance of privacy back there to make one big pool and outdoor area, which she supposed was nice, but she couldn’t imagine ever agreeing to that. Where would she sunbathe nude?

Skylar never minded a bit of exhibitionism, in fact, she enjoyed it quite a lot, but there was a difference between showing off and not having a single ounce of privacy.

Jeremiah and Danielle both stood up.

“Look at you two, all dressed up.” Danielle grinned. “It’s almost like prom night come early.”

“I would hope he’d put a bit more effort into his outfit before taking me to prom.” Skylar smirked at Jace, who looked surprised by her comment. Did he not expect to take her to prom?

“Well, you both still look very nice.” Danielle said. “Here, give me your phone, baby, I’ll take a picture.”

Jace reached reflexively into his pocket, but of course, came up empty.

“He’s lost his phone privileges for tonight.” Skylar said sweetly. “Too much texting other girls for my liking.”

Danielle raised an eyebrow at her son, who had the decency to give an abashed shrug.

“You can use mine.” Skylar said, pulling it out of her purse and offering it to the very attractive blonde MILF. As Danielle accepted the phone, Skylar let her eyes wander Jace’s sexy mom. Skylar was slightly taller than her, but Skylar was taller than most girls. Danielle wore a simple tank top today, one showing off a hint of lacy black beneath it, along with quite a lot of cleavage. Danielle’s body was firm and in heavenly shape, her bosom stretching the fabric of the tank top, and her hips stretching out the fabric of the yoga pants she wore.

“I gotta say, Mrs. Holland, I sure hope I look as good as you when I’m your age.” Skylar flirted as she leaned up against Jace for the photo. His arm settled familiarly around her waist, a feeling Skylar rather enjoyed.

Danielle laughed. “Thank you, Skylar. I don’t do all that much hard work, just yoga on Mondays and Wednesdays and occasionally some time in the gym.”

“Yoga, huh? I bet I’d be good at that, all my cheerleading flexibility.” Skylar said, and Danielle nodded encouragingly.

“Oh, definitely. You’re welcome to join me, Rachel, and Claire when we go on Wednesday.” Danielle suggested.

“Oh, that could be fun.” Skylar nodded enthusiastically, and then she looked to Jace. “Wanna go?”

“Me?” Jace blinked.

“Well, duh.” Skylar rolled her eyes.

“I dunno.” Jace balked at the idea of yoga, and Skylar rolled her eyes at him again.

“I’ll be in yoga pants, you know.” Skylar mentioned.

“Maybe I’ll check it out.” Jace grinned.

Danielle snorted. “Ok, kids. Smile at the camera.”

Jace and Skylar both complied, then Danielle handed the younger blonde her phone back.

“I really would be interested in doing yoga.” Skylar told Danielle.

“That’s great! My sister’s friend runs a yoga studio, so we go over there twice a week and do some stretching. Rachel and I have been doing it for years, and now Claire isn’t so swamped with nurse stuff, she’s been joining us.”

“Her sister’s friend is Amy’s aunt.” Jace filled Skylar in, and Skylar nodded.

“Oh, gotcha. Well yeah, I’m definitely interested.” Skylar said.

“Great. If you two wanna invite any of your other friends, feel free. If we’re doing it after school Wednesday, they can all come.” Danielle said, and Skylar nodded, definitely thinking of inviting Izzy.

“We probably should get going.” Jace said, glancing at his mother. “I don’t wanna be late for dinner.”

“Oh, right.” Danielle nodded. “I do need to talk to you about something right quick. We can talk upstairs.”

Skylar frowned at the severity of Danielle’s tone, and wondered if there was some family business to discuss as Danielle shepherded Jace upstairs. Skylar glancing towards Jeremiah, and caught him checking her out, his blue eyes drinking in the view of Skylar’s cleavage in her admittedly very revealing dress.

It had been much less revealing prior to Skylar’s bosom growth spurt, but Skylar wasn’t one to shy away from showing off her tits. She’d checked how the dress fit and been perfectly happy with the outcome.

“Something wrong, Mr. Holland?” Skylar asked in a playful sort of voice. “Did I… spill something?”

She made quite a production of looking over the front of her dress, even going so far as to place her hands on the fabric covering her tits and lifting them, peering over the slopes of her breasts to check beneath them, something she could tell Jeremiah definitely appreciated.

“No, no. You didn’t spill anything.” Jeremiah chuckled. “You just look exceptional tonight.”

“Why, thank you.” Skylar smirked. “It’s so nice to hear I look good.”

“You look very good.” he affirmed, and seemingly emboldened by Sky’s teasing, he moved closer. Skylar fought to keep her lips from tilting upwards into a smile, she had the older man snared nicely.

“My, my. You’re making me blush.” Skylar pressed, fanning her face dramatically. Her cheeks lacked a single spot of red, something Jeremiah surely couldn’t fail to notice.

Jeremiah’s hungry blue eyes met Skylar’s playful green, but even Skylar was surprised when his hands found her hips. Surprised, but pleased. She gave her hips a little shimmy in his hands, egging him on.

“The fabric of the dress feel nice?” Skylar batted her eyes at him.

“Very nice.” Jeremiah grinned, his hands stroking up the slender curves from her hips to her waist and up the sides of her stomach. Skylar knew damn well where his hands wanted to go, and she held his gaze evenly as he did just that, her green eyes sparkling with mirth.

Jeremiah’s hands came to cup the bottoms of Skylar’s breasts, his fingers caressing the generous sideboob spilling out. Like she’d said, it used to fit much better. Jeremiah’s fingers on the bare skin of her breasts sent a shiver down her spine, and she was thrilled to see just how much of an effect that said bare skin was having on the married man.

She’d never seen all that much romance between Jeremiah and Danielle, but even still, there was a solid metal ring on Jeremiah’s finger, a ring Skylar’s slimmer fingers came up to play with, her eyes dancing as she fiddled with the wedding ring of the man currently groping her.

Jeremiah gave a low chuckle at that, and he shrugged. “Danielle and I aren’t all that together anymore. We haven’t spoken much about it, but neither of us have taken care of each other’s needs in years.”

Jeremiah lowered his head to kiss Skylar’s neck, and she sucked in a breath at the sensation on her sensitive skin. The kisses were light, nowhere near enough to leave a mark, but it still sent thrills down her spine. Her arms lifted to wrap around his broad shoulders, a contented noise escaping her pretty lips, more satisfaction than arousal. Though, she was indeed very aroused.

“Mmm. I had no idea Jace’s father was so naughty.” Skylar purred in a low, husky tone. His hands tightened around her breasts, making her groan ever so slightly.

“There’s a lot you don’t know about me, sweetie.” Jeremiah grinned.

“So I can tell.” Skylar flirted back, biting her lip.

Footsteps came from upstairs though, and Jeremiah hastily retreated. Skylar glanced down and idly fixed up her dress, covering back up some skin Jeremiah had inadvertently exposed, including the very edge of her areola. She was smoothing out her dress unconcernedly when Jace came down the steps, and she gave him a familiar smirk.

Jace wiped his lips with the back of his hand, before smiling at her.

“Ready to go?”

“You didn’t grab your phone while you were up there, did you?” Skylar raised an eyebrow. Jace rolled his eyes and turned out his pockets, proving they were empty.

“I don’t need it tonight.” Jace shrugged.

“Correct, you don’t.” Skylar said in satisfaction.

Jace offered Skylar his arm, and she took it. As the pair of blonde teenagers walked towards the front door, Skylar glanced over her shoulder, locking eyes with Jeremiah.

Some days, she was very glad she wasn’t dating Jace. It meant she didn’t feel a single ounce of guilt at letting his father grope her while he was upstairs with… huh.

“What did your mom want?” Skylar asked, curious.

“Huh? Oh, just some news about… my grandfather.” Jace said.

“Is he OK?” Skylar asked.

“Oh yeah, he’s fine.” Jace shook his head. “Nothing to worry about.”

———

Matthew Chester sent his fifth text to Jace across the span of thirty minutes, but his best friend didn’t respond once. With a bored groan, he switched chats on his phone, pushing the name of his other close friend, Amy Blackson.

Jace and Amy had always been the inseparable pair in their little trio, and Matt was all too often left out, but he didn’t have any animosity towards his friends over it. He understood they’d been inseparable since they were tiny, and Matt and Jace had only really started being friends in middle school. They were tight, just like Matt and Amy were, but there just wasn’t the same level of history.

So with Jace not answering him, it was Amy who he sent a text to, seeing if she was busy. She replied to his text almost instantly, enthusiastically inviting him over. Matt grinned and sent her a thank you text, which she replied to with a heart.

Matt hopped up off the couch and went to find his mom, who was relaxing on the back porch.

“Hey, Mom. I’m headed over to Amy’s.” Matt poked his head out the back door, and Amanda Chester turned to look at him. His mother had dark brown hair and dark eyes that complimented her lightly tanned skin well. Today she was wearing just a simple pair of jeans and a blue blouse, but those jeans hugged her shapely curves very well, Matt couldn’t help but notice. He wasn’t some perv ogling his mom, but it was impossible not to notice Amanda’s decently prominent bosom and mouthwatering curves.

“Sounds good. You having dinner there?” Amanda lifted an eyebrow.

“Uhh, I dunno. Maybe. If not, I’ll grab something on the way home.” Matt shrugged.

“Ok. Drive safe.” Amanda smiled, and Matt smiled back.

“Will do.” he grinned, and pushed off the wall to lean back inside. He went over to put on his shoes, grabbed his car keys off their hook, and headed out to his car.

He cranked up some 90s rap music as he drove the few streets over to Amy, a product of his mother’s music taste. Matt and his mother had always been close, whereas Matt had a… complicated relationship with his father Arthur.

Arthur tried, he really did, and sometimes Matt felt bad for being so dismissive of him, but growing up, Arthur hadn’t done a damn thing for him or his big sister Maple. If it was just Matt who Arthur hadn’t been there for, he honestly might have forgiven him, but Matt had seen a young Maple in tears too many times over something that Arthur had done or said to forgive his father that easily.

Maple was back home from college for the time being, a by-product of the college needing some emergency remodeling, but Matt was thrilled by that. He loved Maple, and though she was still busy with virtual college work, it was nice having her around again.

Matt pulled into Amy’s driveway, and turned off his car. He went up to the front door to knock, and it was opened quickly by Katherine Blackson, Amy’s mother. She looked temporarily very anxious, but when she saw it was him, her tensed face relaxed.

“Matthew! Sorry, I didn’t know you were coming.” Katherine blinked, giving him her usual friendly smile.

“Oh, uh, I can leave if it’s too much of a problem. Amy said I could come over.” Matt frowned. “Were you expecting somebody else?”

“Huh? Oh, no. Not at all. You’re welcome to come in, I’m sure Amy wouldn’t be pleased if I turned away one of her friends.” Katherine laughed, and Matt gave Katherine an uncertain smile. She seemed frazzled tonight, and Matt wasn’t sure why.

Matthew walked past Katherine as she stepped aside, and he took off his shoes.

“Matthew!” a male voice greeted him, and Matt looked up to see John Blackson waving at him from the couch. Matt waved back. John wasn’t much to look at, and Matt constantly wondered how on earth he had scored Katherine, until Matt remembered John owned a big technology company, Onyx Tech. He figured money was definitely enough to get a woman like Katherine, though she’d never seemed particularly money-hungry. Maybe she did just love him, it wasn’t like John Blackson was ugly and unlovable. He was just… plain.

Matt headed up the steps to Amy’s bedroom, but as he rounded the corner to head down Amy’s hallway, he bumped into a familiar and very sexy older redhead.

“Matthew?” Celeste Blackson grinned, her plump lips curving up into a smile. “My, you’re not usually the football stud Amy has hanging around.”

“Yeah, Jace isn’t picking up the phone.” Matt shrugged.

“Guess somebody has to pick up the slack, huh?” Celeste smirked, her eyes trailing along his muscular arms, something that sparked a bit of vanity in Matt, he had to admit. His own eyes wandered Celeste, who was simply stunning.

She was taller and fitter than Amy, with more athletic tone to her pale body than Amy had, but her curves were no less enticing and her big tits no less fantastic. Celeste might even be a little bustier, a perk of her taller stature, maybe. Her ass was less plump though, more firm and perky rather than big and curvy. Her red hair was several shades darker than Amy’s too, closer to John’s auburn hair than Katherine’s fiery red. Celeste had the same beautiful green eyes as Amy, too.

Matthew had made a vow a long time ago not to pursue Amy, as it was very evident Jace had a thing for her, a protectiveness if not a full-blown crush. So despite how mindblowingly sexy Amy was, Matt had never even flirted with her. Celeste, however, had quite a similar beauty, and Matt definitely didn’t have a vow not to pursue her.

“Guess so.” Matt grinned. “Nice seeing you back from college so soon.”

“Charming tonight, aren’t we? Did you miss me that much?” Celeste laughed.

“Totally.” Matt nodded. “You’re just so beautiful I couldn’t stop thinking about you.”

“So we’ve passed charming and gone off the deep end into ass-kissing, huh?” Celeste put her hands on her hips, though she didn’t look irritated.

“Is that a problem?” Matt asked hopefully.

Celeste laughed, shaking her head. “I never hate being called beautiful, that’s for sure. You have fun with Amy, Matty.”

She brushed past him, very purposely rubbing up against his side when she had plenty of space to pass him. Matt glanced over his shoulder, appreciating the exaggerated sway of her hips as she made her way to the steps, checking out her perky ass in her skintight barely there cotton shorts. She glanced over her shoulder right before descending the steps, and Matt froze.

“Caught you.” she mouthed, giving him a sultry wink before heading down the stairs.

“Jesus, she’s hot.” Matt muttered, adjusting his shorts a bit before he headed into Amy’s bedroom.

The much less intimidating Blackson sister beamed when she saw him, hopping up out of the bed. She was clearly not planning to do anything else tonight, she’d changed into some pink sleep shorts that were much less obscenely small than her big sister’s shorts, and a faded gray tank top that simply could not keep up with the demand that covering Amy’s fat pale tits demanded. Poor top was stretched nearly to bursting, and Amy’s braless tits jiggled madly as she threw her arms around his neck.

Amy had to lean up on her toes to do so, and Matt may have made himself a vow, but he was no idiot. An idiot might not have pulled Amy close and reveled in her soft curvy body and heavy pillowy tits squashing against his chest, but Matthew was no idiot. He hugged Amy tightly, but not for a long time.

“So what’s up?” Amy asked, stepping back from him. Her red hair was pulled into two high ponytails for some reason tonight, and Matt thought they were adorable on her.

“I was just bored and, to be honest, Jace didn’t answer his phone.” Matt admitted.

“Yeah, he’s been ignoring me all night too.” Amy huffed. “Well, now that you’re here, wanna play some video games?”

“Sure, works for me.” Matt shrugged.

Matt and Amy climbed onto her bed, and she leaned familiarly against him as they started the game. Matt tried really hard to focus on the game, but Amy’s cleavage was so fucking distracting that if she wasn’t Amy, he’d think she was doing it on purpose.

———

Jace Holland wondered if his breath smelled like his mother's pussy as Skylar wound the car around the long winding beachside road, racing up almost out of town, to the very extensive Wayne Estate property.

She’d taken him upstairs and told him she didn’t wanna drain him before his big night with Skylar, but that she was dying for some release, which had led to her shapely thighs on either side of Jace’s head as he eagerly licked the wet slit between her legs. Like she’d said, she was pent up, and he didn’t know what she had done today that had gotten her so worked up, but she wasn’t far from the edge.

His tongue had slid inside her and he’d put every ounce of his skills to work to pleasure Danielle, and to his delight, it didn’t take too long for her to orgasm upon his tongue.

They’d kissed passionately afterwards and then Jace had hurried back down to Skylar, wiping off his mother’s excess juices off his face with the back of his hand.

Skylar whipped the car down their long driveway, hurtling down before coming to a stop at the gate, where a very well-built security guard poked his head out from the little gatehouse.

“Welcome back, Ms. Wayne.” he said politely.

“Thank you, Captain.” Skylar gave him a quick two-fingered salute that he returned with a chuckle.

As the gate slid open and Skylar continued forwards at a much more socially acceptable speed, she glanced over at Jace. “That’s Hal, the head of security here. He’s not really a captain, but I’ve called him that for years.”

Jace chuckled. “I’m sure he appreciates the promotion.”

Skylar shrugged, which made her tits bounce very enticingly, distracting Jace. She pulled her car up to the front door, and to Jace’s amazement, there was somebody waiting.

“Do you have your own valet?” Jace asked in amazement.

“Yup, that’s Charles. He taught me to drive.” Skylar answered, getting out of the car with it still running. Jace quickly followed suit, and Skylar gave Charles a fist bump and a thank you as he walked around to get in the driver’s seat.

Jace was amazed at just how rich Skylar was sometimes, he reflected as she led him inside.

“Hey, man.” Sam Wayne nodded. He was sitting on the grand staircase leading up to the upper floors, and Jace glanced around the huge spacious living room. He hadn’t been here since Skylar threw that party back at the start of the school year, and it definitely looked different not full of drunk high schoolers.

“Hey.” Jace nodded back.

“Mom and her ‘man’ here yet?” Skylar asked, her tone dripping sarcasm on ‘man.’

“Mom’s already in the dining room. She’s in work mode still so I was waiting for you and your boyfriend. Her ‘man’, as you put it, is in the bathroom.” Sam shrugged, standing up. He was dressed similarly to Jace, nice pants and a button up shirt, though his clothing just oozed expensiveness.

“He’s not my boyfriend.” Skylar corrected Sam as he led Skylar and Jace into the dining room, which was essentially a wide hallway it was so big and long. It had a huge table set up, though only five places were set, at the far end of the room.

Sophia Wayne, looking gorgeous in a form-fitting black dress, looked up when they entered. She was on her phone looking very harried, but when the three teenagers entered the room, she glanced multiple times between her screen and her children before groaning and placing her phone down on the table face down. Sophia got up, and Jace tried not to ogle her sexy legs or her shapely breasts straining the fabric. Her dress was too high-necked to show off any cleavage, but it clung to those breasts like a bodysuit. Her blonde hair was pulled neatly back into a bun, and her green eyes were welcoming but tired.

“Nice of you to show up, Skylar, ten minutes late.” Sophia said, her smile a bit strained.

“There was traffic?” Skylar answered lamely, shrugging apathetically. Jace guessed there was still some animosity between Skylar and her sexy fucking mom after Skylar had been grounded for three weeks, for reasons Jace still didn’t know.

“Right.” Sophia sighed, then she turned to Jace, and stepped forwards to wrap her arms around him. Jace wasn’t one to pass up the opportunity to hug such a sexy woman, and he happily hugged her back, enjoying the way her curvy body felt pressing up against him. “Jace, welcome. I’m sure you’re happy to see my fiancée.”

“What? Why would I be happy to see him?” Jace blinked, confused. It was Sophia’s turn to look confused, then, and she opened her mouth to answer but then footsteps came from behind the teenagers, and they all three turned to look, one of Jace’s arms still around Sophia.

Jace’s jaw fell open.

“Uncle Dean?!” he exclaimed.

To Be Continued…