The Wayne Estate, Part 2

In the upstairs of the Robinson home, Dana Holland glanced over at her best friend Brooklyn Robinson. The voluptuous, busty brunette girl was changing clothes, and Dana was trying very hard not to perv on her, but there was just something so tantalizing about seeing Brooklyn’s golden tanned curves exposed, seeing those heavy tanned tits that Dana loved staring at so much, or Brooklyn’s frankly unfair ass. Dana was petite with a cute ass that was perky at best while Brooklyn was walking around with damn beach balls to sit on.

Brooklyn tugged some gray panties up her thick thighs, shimmying her hips to pull them all the way up. Dana tried to look like she was checking her phone to hide the disappointment on her face as Brooklyn covered up her pussy. Next was the maroon tank top that came down and covered Brooklyn’s very large tits, so big and bountiful. Fortunately for Dana, Brooklyn’s sizable nipples still poked at the soft fabric of her top. Next onto her body was a pair of cotton shorts that were short but loose, so they did a regrettably good job of hiding Brooklyn’s mouthwatering bottom and her upper thighs.

“Alright, so.” Dana said after Brooklyn was fully clothed and the ability to speak returned to her horny mind. “What the hell happened to you today? You’ve been super quiet and thoughtful. Last time you were like this, you had fucked… oh, you did it again, didn’t you?”

“You know me too well.” Brooklyn sighed.

“Are you as upset about it as last time?” Dana guessed. Last time Brooklyn had wound up having steamy shower sex with Evan, she’d been tearing herself up about it for a long while after. She’d basically cut Evan out of her life, and it was surprising to hear she’d done the same thing not even three months later.

“No. Yes. I dunno.” Brooklyn groaned. “No, I’m not as upset. I still think it was a bad idea, but… I dunno, this talk with Jace this morning… I guess I just wanted to see what else was out there.”

“Whoa. So you’re not into my brother anymore?” Dana asked, stunned.

“No, I definitely still am. But… I don’t know if I can share him, Dana. I never dreamed about just being one of his girlfriends, I dreamed about being his other half.” Brooklyn sighed.

“And here I thought that was me.” Dana smiled, making Brooklyn laugh.

“You know what I mean. His romantic other half, not his twin sister. Definitely not the same kind of thing.” Brooklyn giggled.

“Yeah… totally different.” Dana nodded, pushing some of her recent more depraved fantasies involving Jace out of her mind. “But if you really wanna be with Jace, I mean, why does Olivia being there too matter?”

“You’d be OK dating another girl’s boyfriend?” Brooklyn gasped.

“You’re not dating another girl’s boyfriend though.” Dana pointed out. “You’re dating your boyfriend, who just happens to have more than one girlfriend.”

“Don’t tell me you’re polyamorous, too.” Brooklyn sighed. Dana did genuinely consider it, tilting her head back and forth, but she shook her head.

“No, I’d be fine with just one partner, but I wouldn’t have an issue dating somebody polyamorous, I don’t think.” Dana said. Inwardly, she knew the reason for that was that she’d be able to play with the other girl or girls while also getting to reap the benefits of having a boyfriend with a cock. Oh no. Was she polyamorous?

Brooklyn was quiet for a long moment, then she groaned and flopped back onto the pillows, tits bouncing so distractingly Dana almost forgot to listen when her best friend started talking.

“I just thought it’d be easier.” Brooklyn said quietly. “I thought it’d be like a fairy tale and he’d tell me he loved me and then we’d kiss and live happily ever after.”

“Don’t forget the riding into the sunset.” Dana said, laying down beside Brooklyn. Dana was on her side facing her best friend, and Brooklyn rolled over onto her side, too, so they laid on their sides looking at each other.

“Not very realistic, huh?” Brooklyn blushed.

“No, it’s not.” Dana admitted. “But Jace has been your crush since like, forever. It’s no wonder you thought it’d be magical and perfect when it finally happened.”

“You know, I can’t believe you’re so OK with talking about Jace like this. If you were telling me all these things about Jayden, I wouldn’t be able to stop laughing or cringing or something.” Brooklyn laughed.

“Really? So you can’t understand at all why somebody would be into Jayden?” Dana challenged. “Even after we licked and kissed all over his cock last night?”

Brooklyn’s cheeks were bright fucking red, and she looked worriedly over at the door.

“Dana!” she gasped, scandalized. “Be a little quieter about that, would you?”

“Sorry.” Dana grinned sheepishly.

“You know, you’ve been really crazy recently.” Brooklyn shook her head. “More like… well, more like Jace and Daisy.”

“Hey! Don’t compare me to Daisy.” Dana huffed.

“Really? So you don’t think you’ve changed at all?” Brooklyn raised her eyebrows. Dana hesitated.

“Well… maybe a little. I guess after we started doing things together, and you know, kissing and touching and stuff… I mean, I always wondered if you’d hate me when you found out I wanted to do all that with you.” Dana said shyly. “I guess knowing you know and don’t hate me kind of made me feel less like I’m always pretending with you.”

“Oh, Dana.” Brooklyn gasped. “I could never hate you. We’ve been best friends since forever, and I would never judge you for being bisexual.”

The word hit Dana hard. She’d thought it to herself plenty of times, wondering if that’s what she was, but hearing it aloud from Brooklyn’s lips was still heavy.

“Oh, Brook.” Dana groaned. “You make it so hard not to be in love with you.”

Brooklyn blushed prettily, and Dana couldn’t resist leaning in and kissing her. Brooklyn made an adorable gasp against her lips, but then she kissed back, soft and gentle. Brooklyn wasn’t particularly passionate in her kiss, but she also didn’t seem displeased with it. Dana was fine with that. Dana rolled her and Brooklyn over so Brooklyn was on her back, Dana astride her hips.

Dana rose up, staring down at Brooklyn hungrily, and Brooklyn swallowed.

“Dana? What are you doing?” Brooklyn whispered.

“If you don’t wanna do this, if you think doing stuff with another girl is too much, I’ll stop.” Dana swore. “Just say the word.”

Brooklyn hesitated, before reaching up and lacing her fingers with Dana’s. “I’m not into girls like that, but… if you wanna… you know. Well, we can try it.”

“You’re serious?” Dana gaped. Brooklyn nodded, setting her jaw.

“I’m serious.” Brooklyn nodded.

“Mm, you’re the best.” Dana groaned, and she leaned down to kiss Brooklyn again, loving how her best friend’s hands came up to grip her slim hips.

“This is so weird.” Brooklyn giggled as Dana started kissing down her jaw.

“You want me to stop?” Dana fretted, drawing back. To her surprise, Brooklyn’s hand came up to cup the back of her head, and her brunette crush shook her head.

“No.” Brooklyn whispered, the word sounding so unbelievably sultry Dana felt like her heart skipped a beat. “No, I’ll tell you if I want you to stop.”

Dana checked Brooklyn’s hazel eyes, knowing her best friend too damn well to be able to be lied to, but she saw only honesty.

“Thank you.” Dana rasped, and she leaned down to kiss Brooklyn’s neck, cherishing each breathy moan she heard from Brooklyn’s plump lips. Dana’s eyes were closed, soaking in every sensation of this experience, but she’d imagined Brooklyn’s face contorted with pleasure so many times that she didn’t even need to look.

Yet, when Dana did draw back and gaze upon the angel she laid on top of, she found Brooklyn looked even sexier like that than she could have imagined. The facial expression was the same, but seeing it in person was electric.

Dana reached down and gripped the hem of her white crop top, shedding it and tossing it aside. Brooklyn’s eyes went to her breasts, and the slightest bit of embarrassment filled Dana’s gaze. Clearly, Brooklyn knew her teal eyes as well as Dana knew her hazel, because Brooklyn reached up to caress Dana’s pert breasts, making Dana moan.

“I know how much you hate that your body is small, and that your tits aren’t as big as Daisy’s, but Dana… you’re gorgeous.” Brooklyn told her, and while there wasn’t any sexual desire in the way she said it, Dana knew she wasn’t lying.

Brooklyn sat up, Dana squarely in her lap, and Brooklyn touched her forehead to Dana’s.

“You don’t believe me, do you?” Brooklyn frowned.

“It’s not that I don’t believe you, it’s just…” Dana cut off when Brooklyn pushed Dana backwards, sprawling onto her back. There was a determined glint in Brooklyn’s eyes as she leaned over Dana.

Dana’s eyes flicked down to Brooklyn’s tits hanging beneath her in that maroon top, creating an unimaginably deep valley between heavenly mountains. Like the Himalayas compared to Dana’s ambling California hills.

“I’m going to make you believe you’re beautiful, Dana.” Brooklyn told her firmly, and then she leaned down and started licking around one of Dana’s nipples. Dana’s hips squirmed beneath Brooklyn, but her body was firmly pinned down as Brooklyn sent shockwaves of pleasure through her petite blonde best friend.

“Brook!” Dana squealed, teal eyes wide as Brooklyn started licking and kissing the sensitive areola around Dana’s very firm nipple, and then Brooklyn’s lips closed around the nipple.

“Oh, God…” Dana groaned, her hand coming up to run through Brooklyn’s long brown waves of hair.

Brooklyn’s tongue was almost shy in the way it teased Dana’s nipple, but Dana loved it. It was such a distinctly Brooklyn sensation that it filled her with the warmth that only Brooklyn could.

Brooklyn drew back after just a little bit, clearly unsure in her performance, but Dana was flushed, panting, and in awe.

“That was fantastic.” Dana panted.

Brooklyn giggled. “It felt so weird, but I’m glad you liked it.”

“Hey, you know, I bet you could do that to your own nipple. Just saying, no reason.” Dana mentioned, pointing helpfully. Brooklyn gave Dana a teasing smile, then pulled off that tank top, throwing it aside as her tan very large tits surged outwards from their confines. They hung slightly under their own weight, but despite their size, they round and full, defying gravity in some magical way.

Keeping her beautiful hazel eyes locked on Dana, Brooklyn cupped one of her tits and lifted it up, and sure enough, she brought her nipple to her mouth with no trouble and started sucking on it.

“Fuck, that’s so sexy.” Dana blurted without thinking, then blushed as Brooklyn burst out laughing.

“I don’t feel even slightly sexy doing that, but I’m glad you liked it.” Brooklyn said, dropping her tit.

“I loved it.” Dana affirmed.

“I’m glad it’s like this still, you know.” Brooklyn said.

“Like what?” Dana wondered.

“This. Us. It’s weird doing this stuff together, but at least it still feels like us, not like we’re suddenly in a porno or something.” Brooklyn shrugged. “Just feels like a bonding experience of some kind.”

Dana was feeling so much, none of it platonic or ‘bonding’, but she nodded in agreement with Brooklyn. “Yeah. Just us.”

Brooklyn nodded almost knowingly, and Dana cursed their stupid mind-reading, but Brooklyn didn’t reject her. She didn't kick her out or tell her that she was disgusted.

“I know you feel differently than me about this.” Brooklyn said quietly, leaning down. “But I’m still here for you. I doubt we’ll do this again, but… I don’t mind trying something new tonight.”

Dana looked at Brooklyn with what was assuredly a stupid expression, but Brooklyn laughed and kissed her, something that sent a rush through Dana like it probably always would.

“So… if there’s something I wanted to try-” Dana hesitated.

“Let’s try it.” Brooklyn nodded.

Dana chewed her lip. “I should tell you, I really hope you marry Jace.”

“What? Where did that come from?” Brooklyn asked, shocked.

“I don’t know!” Dana exclaimed. “I just know how much my brother likes you and how much you like him, and you two deserve to make each other happy.”

“Oh, Dana.” Brooklyn looked at her tenderly. “I’m not into you like you’re into me, but I love you so much more than I could ever love any guy. I’d say you’re like my sister, but that’s gonna make this next part very weird.”

Dana burst out laughing and she grabbed Brooklyn by the face and kissed her.

“I love you, too.” Dana said, and she wasn’t sure herself how she meant it, but it didn’t hurt to say that time like it had so many times before. Maybe that was a sign of something.

Dana’s thoughts were a blurry, eager haze, but somehow she stopped groping and kissing Brooklyn long enough for Brooklyn to strip down out of her shorts and her panties, and then Brooklyn was laying on her back on the bed.

Dana shivered as she knelt between Brooklyn’s thighs, her hands on the juicy toned legs of her best friend as her gaze traveled back and forth between Brooklyn’s eyes and the pussy that she was really taking in up close for the first time. It wasn’t her first time seeing it, but it was the first time it had been shown off to her like this.

“Stop staring at me like that.” Brooklyn huffed. “It’s just a pussy, you have one too.”

“Yeah, but yours is a work of art.” Dana retorted. Brooklyn rolled her eyes.

“Being bi doesn’t mean you get to lie to me about my own body.” Brooklyn scoffed.

“Oh shut up, you heavenly angel.” Dana sighed, and leaned down to shut Brooklyn up by starting to kiss those sweet thighs of hers. Brooklyn shivered a bit as Dana planted feather-light kisses all over the insides of her thighs, moving gradually closer to her pussy. Dana couldn’t exactly say it looked dripping with the anticipation it might have been if Jace had been in Dana’s place, but Brooklyn was biting her lip and didn’t look half-upset with the sensations Dana was giving her.

She couldn’t do it herself, but damn, she hoped her brother stopped being an idiot and made Brooklyn the happiest woman alive someday.

“I’m gonna…” Dana trailed off, not sure how she wanted to say it, but Brooklyn just nodded, breathing a little hard. That was plenty of permission for Dana, who leaned in and tenderly licked Brooklyn’s pussy, her tongue teasing the folds of the entrance without slipping inside. Dana’s tongue immediately followed up with a deeper lick, sliding inside Brooklyn’s honeypot, and if that was how honey tasted, Dana felt like she could understand Winnie the Pooh better.

Brooklyn tasted amazing, like nothing she’d ever tasted, except something like the times she’d tasted herself on her own fingers, usually soaked to the thought of Brooklyn or Jace. Or Brooklyn and Jace. Brooklyn’s taste put Dana’s to shame though, she thought.

Brooklyn let out a low moan as Dana’s tongue lashed and lathered all up inside Brooklyn, her nose pressed up her best friend’s skin as she tried to get her tongue as deep as humanly possible. Brooklyn’s hand stroked Dana’s blonde hair, getting it out of Dana’s face, which Dana certainly appreciated.

Dana didn’t think Brooklyn had any shot of cumming from this, though, unfortunately, not with how she kept bringing up how weird it felt to be with Dana, but she did still think her best friend was getting at least something out of this, so she kept going for a little while, until her tongue began to tire. Dana pulled back, lips and chin glistening with Brooklyn’s nectar as she grinned.

“You weren’t half bad at that, you know.” Brooklyn panted.

“I can keep going, if you just give me a little bit.” Dana said eagerly, but she saw the hesitation in Brooklyn’s face. “Or not. I’m not gonna push you, Brook.”

“It was a little weird.” Brooklyn admitted. “Fun, though, and it definitely wasn’t bad for me.”

“Good.” Dana smiled relievedly. “I don’t wanna feel like I **** you to do anything.”

“Oh, no, definitely not. I was curious about what it’d be like, too.” Brooklyn shrugged.

Dana contemplated suggesting something she’d seen in porn and been very interested by, scissoring, but she had a suspicion Brooklyn was just about done with this lesbian action, and kept it to herself. Dana would do it with some girl who really wanted it, she promised herself. That’s when it would feel best. Plus, Dana wouldn’t mind some advice from another girl into girls, she was hardly an expert.

She wasn’t sure at what point exactly she’d started becoming so sure that she’d wind up doing more stuff with a girl, but she knew it was true. Whatever part of Dana had been ashamed of it was gone now. Brooklyn knew, Jace knew, David knew, and none of them had judged her for it. She felt freer than she had in years, and she was happy to pull on some clothes, wipe off her face, and hop in bed with Brooklyn.

The movie wasn’t quite as interesting as sex with Brooklyn, but Dana was happier than ever.

———

Jace couldn’t remember being so shocked in his life. Well, that was a lie. His first time with Daisy was pretty fucking shocking… and his first time with his mother. And when he fucked Amy. Ok, so he had a pretty shocking life.

But he never in a million years expected that his uncle would be the man who’s marrying Sophia Wayne. Dean Franklin, his mother’s twin brother, grinned warmly at Jace.

“Jace! Glad you could make it.” Dean smiled. “Though I am surprised to come in and find you snuggled up with my fiancee.”

Jace startled, letting go of Sophia’s slender supermodel-like body. “Sorry, Mrs. Wayne. I completely forgot I was hugging you still.”

“No worries.” Sophia smiled. “I won’t be Mrs. Wayne much longer though, will I?”

Skylar made a feral sort of noise in the back of her throat, then she wheeled on Dean. “How come you never told me you were Jace’s uncle?” The blonde’s green eyes were hard and demanding, inwardly at a loss as to how she could possibly have missed this.

“I told you my name was Dean Franklin.” Dean shrugged helplessly. “I didn’t even know you and Jace were an item when I was introduced to you.”

“The last name didn’t click!” Skylar said defensively. Jace was pretty stunned by Dean’s presence, but he also didn’t fail to notice that Skylar didn’t correct Dean about her and Jace being an item, which… wasn’t exactly true, he supposed. It was Olivia he was officially with, Skylar was just a friend with benefits. Right?

“I didn’t even know you were in town.” Jace shook his head, looking at Dean. “Did you tell Mom you’re here?”

“Not yet.” Dean admitted. “Sophia, being as prominent a figure as she is in town, asked me if we could keep everything a secret for now, and I agreed. That’s why I didn’t tell you or Dani or anyone else that I got engaged. I planned on waiting until the official announcement to do that.”

“But then Skylar invited you over.” Sophia nodded.

“Sorry to ruin your announcement, uh, I’ll keep it a secret if you want, don’t worry.” Jace said quickly, glancing between Sophia and Dean. Sophia as his aunt… he could hardly imagine that.

“Oh, I know. I trust you, if I didn’t, I’d have told Skylar not to bring you.” Sophia said, smiling slightly at him, and Jace uncertainly smiled back.

“So, uh… how’d you guys meet?” Jace cleared his throat, trying to fill the sudden silence.

“Well, it was in Coral Sands actually, Soph was there on a business trip and we ran into each other at a coffee shop near the Wayne Incorporated headquarters, but I had no idea who she was, I’ll admit.” Dean chuckled.

“I didn’t mind it, it was nice not having somebody just see Sophia Wayne, CEO.” Sophia smiled. Dean smiled back at her, what would have been a sweet romantic moment if Sam hadn’t suddenly spoken up.

“Wait, does this mean Sky’s dating her cousin?” he asked with a broad, clearly very amused grin.

“Step-cousin.” Sophia shrugged, at the same time Skylar exploded with “We’re not dating!”

“Could’ve fooled me.” Sam grumbled, rolling his eyes.

“If you guys are together, I mean, your relationship predates mine and Sophia’s, I guess, so we wouldn’t ask you to-” Dean tried to say, but Skylar snapped at him.

“I said we’re not dating! Why does everyone always fucking think I’m dating Jace?” Skylar threw up her hands. “He’s good in bed, but he’s far too concerned with certain Latinas for my liking.”

Jace was surprised Skylar brought up Anastasia, he hadn’t realized the simple text from her had affected Skylar so much. It had just been about homework, it wasn’t like Ana had been sending nudes or asking to hook up. For somebody who insisted they were just friends every chance she got, Jace was surprised at how jealous Skylar was acting.

Dean looked to Jace, his blue eyes quizzical, but Jace just gave a half-shrug. Girls were complicated sometimes.

“Right, right, you’re not dating.” Sam cut in, and Sophia sighed as Skylar rounded on her twin brother.

“Can we please not fight tonight? I just wanted to eat a nice dinner.” Sophia said wearily, but Skylar was well past listening to reason.

“I just don’t know why it never came up that you’re getting married to Jace’s fucking uncle!” Skylar wheeled on her mother. “First you ground me for three weeks, **** me to spend time with this guy who’s not my fucking father, and now you reveal he’s Jace’s uncle! Mrs. Holland’s brother! I mean, come on!”

Skylar was fiercely angry, a burning emotion in her eyes, and Jace felt bad for her. Clearly, things were not going too well in the Wayne household. From Sophia’s drawn, weary expression, this was clearly not the first time they’d had an argument like this.

“I’m not trying to be your father, Skylar. You’re already an adult, you’ll be off to college in the summer, I’m not here to raise you or anything.” Dean said. “I just love your mother.”

Skylar rolled her eyes. “Right, and I bet all these riches don’t matter to you. And I bet you definitely won’t try to fuck me again.”

“I did not try to fuck you!” Dean exclaimed, wide-eyed. “You walked in on me showering! Naked!”

“And that absolutely will not happen again.” Sophia hastily added. “Skylar was grounded for three weeks the first time she did that, and she’ll be grounded for even longer if she ever tries to seduce you again.”

“I wasn’t seducing him! I was proving he’s a lying asshole who would get hard when staring at me, which he did!” Skylar protested.

“I think pretty much any guy would get hard looking at you naked.” Jace muttered, and Sophia made a **** sort of noise. Clearly she wasn’t interested in hearing Jace’s opinion of how sexy Skylar was.

“So… who’s ready to eat?” Sam asked sarcastically.

“Sam, not now.” Sophia shook her head, at the same time Skylar snapped at Sam to shut up.

“C’mon, Jace. Forget dinner, let’s go talk in my room.” Skylar said, reaching out to grab his hand. Jace let Skylar lead him, but Sophia shot out and grabbed his other hand before her daughter could lead him too far away.

“Skylar, please. Let’s just talk about this.” Sophia pleaded, but Skylar’s green eyes were stormy glass, hard and angry.

“I’ll talk to her.” Jace mouthed to Sophia, who gave him a very grateful look as she let go of his hand.

Skylar stomped through the hallways of Wayne Estate, practically strongarming Jace into her bedroom, where she let out an angry snarl.

“I can’t fucking believe her.” Skylar huffed.

“It’s not like she lied to you-” Jace ventured, but Skylar dropped onto her bed, and buried her face in her hands, all the anger seeming to flood out of her.

“I just can’t believe she’d do this to Dad.” Skylar sniffled, and Jace was in utter shock seeing tears forming in Skylar’s eyes. Anger was hardly an unfamiliar shade on the temperamental heiress, but sorrow? That was definitely a new one.

“It has been a lot of years. Would you rather she stay lonely forever?” Jace asked, and Skylar frowned.

“Yes. No. Maybe. Fuck, I don’t know. It just pisses me off so fucking much seeing fucking Dean put his hands on my mother. I mean, fuck, I’d rather see you fuck her than him.” Skylar folded her arms beneath her impressive breasts as Jace coughed suddenly in surprise.

“What? Don’t pretend you’ve never thought about fucking my mom.” Skylar huffed, angrily wiping tears out of her eyes with the backs of her hands.

“This… isn’t the time for that.” Jace shook his head. “Did you really jump Uncle Dean naked in the shower?”

“Yeah, I was trying to prove he was a disloyal bastard who’d fuck me when given the opportunity. Instead, he covered his fucking eyes! I mean, come on.” Skylar ranted.

“So… you’re mad he didn’t try to fuck you?” Jace blinked.

“Yes!” Skylar exclaimed. “No… I don’t know that one, either.”

“You seem very conflicted.” Jace said dryly.

“You know something I’m not conflicted about?” Skylar asked, looking up at him. The tears were gone from her eyes now, replaced by the familiar tempting look in those gorgeous green eyes.

“What?” Jace asked, though he was pretty sure he knew.

“I’m 100% certain that I promised to ride you into this fucking mattress.” Skylar said, standing up. “And unlike my fucking mother, I don’t break promises.”

Jace wasn’t sure Skylar was really in the best mental state at the moment, but when she threw herself into his arms and kissed him ferociously, he didn’t think it wise to stop her. Was that a little selfish of him? Yes, one could see it that way. One could also see it as him being very gracious and helping her work out some of her frustrations.

“Should I close the door?” Jace groaned.

“Don’t even fucking bother.” Skylar groaned back, tugging at the buttons of his shirt. Her fingers were frenzied and quick, but they got the job done, hastily undoing his shirt. Jace shrugged it off hurriedly as Skylar dropped to her knees, undoing the button of his pants and tugging them down to pool around his ankles. She kissed his rapidly hardening cock through his boxers, those green eyes dancing like wildfire as she pressed her lips all over his bulge through the soft fabric. Then she hooked her fingers in the waistband and yanked those down, too, letting his cock spring free.

“Mmm, yes. I can’t wait to ride this cock again.” Skylar groaned. “I haven’t been fucked in three weeks and goddamn I need a cock in me.”

“Happy to help out with that one.” Jace grinned. He reached down to grab Skylar by the arms and yank her up.

“Someone’s handsy.” Skylar bit her lip as Jace’s hands went straight to her tits, squeezing them firmly. Skylar shivered under the ministrations of her lover’s hands, and she batted her eyes at him.

“You didn’t drink some kind of fancy rich person tit growth serum, did you? I can’t believe these things grew this much.” Jace groaned, pulling at the straps of Skylar’s dress and yanking it down her body, completely forgoing the convienent zipper. She wore an extremely fancy looking green lace bra, which was very, very sheer. The darker skin of her areola was visible through it, as was the tanned skin of the rest of her breasts. Skylar reached around behind her and undid the clasp, clearly enjoying the attraction and arousal in his eyes.

“I’m all natural, babe.” Skylar said smugly as her bra fell to the floor, but her smug smirk was cut off by a pleasured mewl as Jace pinched her nipples. He cupped her big tits in his hands, lowering his mouth to wrap his lips around her puffy firm nipples.

“Y-yes!” Skylar moaned, wrapping her arms around Jace’s head. His hands found her hips, and he tugged the dress all the way off her. He picked her up and carried her to the bed, her long athletic legs wrapping around his waist, his mouth still greedily sucking on her tits. His hard cock was rubbing against the lace of her panties, and his cock could also feel the dampness of said panties.

Jace slipped his hand down the front of Skylar’s panties, his fingers teasing the lips of her pussy as he finally came up for air from her tits. Her green eyes were fluttering from pleasure, and as he curled his fingers, he enjoyed the breathy little gasp that escaped her painted red lips.

“You’re so sensitive tonight.” Jace teased.

“I’ve been locked up like fucking Rapunzel.” Skylar whined. “Don’t tease me, I need you to fucking pound me.”

“You need me to pound you? What happened to you riding me?” Jace raised an eyebrow.

“Get these fucking panties off me, and I’ll ride you into the fucking sunset.” Skylar groaned, and she mashed her lips against his in a fierce kiss. Jace’s hands blindly found her panties and he tugged them down her long legs as best he could. They were around her knees when she pushed him off to the side, so he landed on his back.

“Get up on the bed.” Skylar ordered, standing up to drop her panties the rest of the way, stepping out of them. Jace scooted up onto the bed, putting his head on her luxurious soft pillows. And no, he didn’t mean her tits, he meant the super expensive pillows that Skylar was rich enough to own. Skylar crawled up onto the bed, getting on top of him and lining herself up, though she was still kneeling over him.

“I’ve been dreaming about this for weeks.” Skylar bit her lip, pushing off her hands and lifting up her top half so she was straddling his thighs, his cock sticking straight up in front of her stomach. She stroked him fondly, licking her lips as she lifted up her hips and scooted forwards some. Tantalizingly slowly, she lowered herself down, until the head of Jace’s cock slid along her wet folds.

“Oh, fuck being a tease.” Skylar complained, and without any more ceremony, she sank down onto Jace’s length, moaning all the while. Jace grunted at Skylar’s tight wet hole engulfing his cock, and his hands lifted to find her hips, sliding around to squeeze her ass firmly with two hands, but she swatted him away.

“No hands right now.” she panted. “Just lay there and enjoy.”

“Yes, ma’am.” Jace grinned, and he let his hands fall to the bed as Skylar started rolling her hips.

The pair of blonde teens made plenty of aroused noises between them as their night of passion began and continued, Skylar clearly pent up, eager to cum, and dying for more even as she was fucking him. She drove herself up and down his cock with gusto, and Jace loved the view of Skylar’s very large tits bouncing around freely.

She had nothing on Brooklyn or Amy, but they were nice and big, bigger enough than they had been to look a little oversized on her fit, slender body, but Jace didn’t mind that one bit. Skylar was a taller girl, and her having great fucking tits like she did now was no problem at all.

Panting and moaning, Skylar’s hands were on Jace’s stomach, keeping her balance that way as she went up and down on his length, rolling her hips and squeezing her knees around his hips. Her tan skin glistened with sweat, and the complete absence of tan lines did conjure up images of Sky sunbathing nude.

“So good… fuck, I missed this.” Skylar panted, and Jace nodded in emphatic agreement.

“Never get grounded for three weeks again.” Jace groaned.

“I’ll do my best.” Skylar laughed breathlessly. She was moving with fervor, trying to fuck him as hard as she could, it seemed, and Jace was fucking loving it. He didn’t think he’d last much longer, though, Skylar was definitely doing him in.

As he clenched his fists, trying to hold on a little longer, a flurry of movement off to his left distracted him, and he glanced momentarily towards Skylar’s open bedroom door, where he saw none other than Sophia Wayne, standing there looking stunned and flushed. Her green eyes met Jace’s blue-green eyes, and that flush deepened as she hastily left the doorway. When Jace looked back to Skylar, her eyes were closed and she was biting her lip, reveling in the pleasure of it all.

Suddenly, an image of an older Skylar seemed to overlay with current Skylar, except it wasn’t really an older Skylar at all. It was Sophia and her sexy model-like body he was picturing naked, side by side with her sexy daughter of a similar body type.

Jace groaned and exploded inside Skylar, thinking of the Wayne women pleasuring him together.