Rest and Rekindle

Jace Holland stood in his bedroom half-dressed, wearing just a pair of black dress pants. His chest was fully bare, and he was currently rifling through his closet to see which button up shirt he was going to be wearing to the rich people dinner tonight. Jace had gotten home after dropping off Amy and Olivia and hopped right in the shower. He cleaned up after his locker room shenanigans, and now it was drawing nearer to 8 o’ clock, the time that Skylar had said her limo would be arriving.

His bedroom door opened suddenly, and Jace looked towards the sound, smiling when he saw his elder sister walking into the room. Her makeup was all gone, and she’d changed into a pair of lacy teal panties and a white tank top. It was incredibly obvious she wore no bra beneath it, as her very large breasts bounced freely, and her nipples poked through the cotton.

The tank top wasn’t skintight on her, it was a little loose on her torso, though it clung nicely to her bust.

“Hey, you.” Daisy yawned, walking forwards and pressing up against his chest.

“Hey.” Jace smiled, and gave his big sister a kiss on the forehead. He’d have kissed her lips, but she buried her face into his shoulder almost as soon as she’d reached him. He lifted his arms to wrap around Daisy, and he pulled her closer against his bare chest.

“Can’t believe you’re going to a party right now, I’m beat.” Daisy yawned.

“Since when did you become such a loser?” Jace teased, and Daisy swatted his chest.

“Had a long day at work, then that yoga class… looking forward to lounging on that couch downstairs and doing absolutely nothing for a few hours.” Daisy said wistfully. Jace chuckled, and lowered his hands to grab Daisy by her ass.

She gave him a wry look, wiggling her hips enticingly for him. It was Daisy who slung her arms around his neck and kissed him fiercely, which Jace didn’t mind one bit. He kissed Daisy back, enjoying how her breasts crushed against his chest. They were big and incredible, covered only by a thin layer of cotton.

Daisy shoved Jace back, and he was briefly concerned he’d pissed her off, before she grabbed him by the hands and shoved him backwards onto the bed. He landed in a sitting position, and Daisy climbed into his lap, grinning her usual playful grin.

“We can’t do too much, the limo will be here soon.” Jace cautioned.

“That’s fine.” Daisy shook her head, reaching up to grab the straps of her tank top and pull them off her shoulders, letting the top half of her top fall down, unveiling her breasts. “I just want your attention.”

“Mmm.” Jace nodded. “I can definitely do that.”

“I know.” Daisy smiled. “That’s why you’re my favorite brother.”

“Just favorite brother?” Jace asked innocently as he cupped Daisy’s very large tits in his hands.

“Favorite sibling, too.” Daisy purred, running a hand through Jace’s hair as he played with her melons. He bounced them in his hands a little, enjoying the way they smacked together when he let go of them and they continued bouncing. Then, his hands lowering to Daisy’s waist, he leaned in and took one of her nipples into his mouth, along with as much tit as he could fit into his mouth.

Daisy’s soft moan spurred him on as he suckled on his elder sister’s breast. Her fingers teased through his hair as he lavished attention on her nipple and her areola. Her nipple was firm and puffy beneath his tongue and teeth’s attention, and he enjoyed grazing it with his teeth and then swirling his tongue around the areola.

“That’s a good boy.” Daisy teased. “Always helping your big sister out so much.”

Jace nipped at her nipple in response, getting a little squeak out of Daisy that he rather enjoyed. Daisy cradled his head against her breast as he continued sucking on it, worshipping one of her incredible tits. Footsteps sounded suddenly out in the hall, and in a flash, Daisy was up and moving. She looked around in a panic, and Jace pointed down below his bed. With a glare, Daisy dropped to the floor and wiggled herself under the bed.

Heart pounding, Jace turned as the door opened up again to reveal his father standing there.

“Hey, Dad.” Jace said in what he hoped was a casual tone.

“Hey, you still getting ready for your party?” Jeremiah asked. His father looked nice and relaxed, which was an oddity. Maybe time spent not working late was good for him.

“Yeah, just trying to pick out which shirt to wear.” Jace shrugged.

“Well, better hurry up, it’s almost 8.” Jeremiah tapped his watch, and Jace nodded.

“I know, I know.” he said. “Just procrastinating a bit.”

“Fair enough. Your mother and I are headed over to the Barnes house for dinner, anything you need before we leave?” Jeremiah asked.

“Nope. I’m all good.” Jace said quickly. Jeremiah gave a nod.

“Alright, probably see you tomorrow then. I know you tend to stay the night when you go to events with Skylar.” Jeremiah grinned.

“Uh…” Jace was at a loss for words, but his dad just laughed and walked out of the room, closing the door behind him.

A few seconds later, a disgruntled Daisy started coming out from under the bed. Jace got down and helped pull her out. She stood up, tits swinging as she put her hands on her hips.

“That was close.” Daisy scowled. “It’s a good thing you were still mostly dressed.”

“Yeah.” Jace agreed, reaching out to pull his curvaceous sister close. She settled in against him, her bare tits rubbing against his chest as they embraced.

“The green one.” Daisy said softly, and Jace frowned.

“What?” Jace asked. Daisy rolled her pretty teal eyes and walked over to his closet. Standing behind her, Jace was impressed by the backboob she had on display, a decent amount of her tits was visible from behind, and it was a fun sight to see.

She pulled a green button up shirt from his closet and came back over to him, holding it out.

“Sure, this one works.” Jace said, shrugging it on. Daisy stepped forwards and started doing the buttons for him, while Jace took the opportunity to reach around her and squeeze her ass. She gave him a wry look, but said nothing as she finished up doing his buttons while he mauled her ass.

“All good.” Daisy said with a nod. “Just tuck it in before you go out.”

“Thanks, Daze.” Jace smiled, and Daisy smiled back.

“Have to make sure my little brother looks presentable in public. I’ve got a reputation to maintain, after all.” Daisy teased, leaning in to kiss him playfully. As she did so, Jace couldn’t resist reaching up to squeeze her tits, leaving her ass alone for the time being.

"Yeah, I'd hate for people to think you aren't a shining role model." Jace said wryly, still fondling Daisy's very large breasts, his thumbs teasing her nipples while the heavy weight of them filled his palms.

"Hmmph." Daisy grumbled. "I'm a great role model."

"You're definitely great, but a great role model? I dunno." Jace shrugged. Daisy smacked him again, setting her tits to bouncing as he let go of them and held up his hands in innocence.

"I'm a great role model." Daisy said firmly, wrapping her arms around him and nestling up against his chest. She gazed up at him with those sultry teal eyes, the sort of look on her face that set cocks to stirring, his included.

"Yeah, you know what? I absolutely agree." Jace nodded emphatically. "Dumb idea to disagree with your sexy big sister who lets you play with her tits."

"Look at that." Daisy said, a smile spreading across her gorgeous face. "There's hope for you yet."

"Jace!" a voice called from downstairs, definitely Dana's. "Your ride's here!"

"Ah, gotta run." Jace lamented. Daisy put her hand on his cheek and kissed him passionately, with lots of tongue.

"Have fun rubbing elbows with the rich and mighty, baby brother." Daisy winked when she finally drew back.

Jace gave Daisy's ass a well-deserved smack for that comment, enjoying the little yelp that escaped her plump lips as Jace walked out of his bedroom, tucking in his shirt properly as he walked.

———

Jeremiah Holland groaned as he worked his dick in his hand.

He was in the master bedroom of his house, leaned back against the headboard of his bed as he stroked his cock. He just hadn't been able to help himself, really. That shower with Brooklyn had given him a raging hard-on, and for some reason, he'd been polite and yielded the bathroom to her. He had gotten out of the shower, leaving her to finish up as he went back out to see his family with his cock still raging hard. Being her partner in yoga class had been bad enough, but when she'd joined him in the shower? He'd been absolutely stunned.

His cock, however, had not been stunned, it had been revving to go. Wasn't often that he stroked his cock to a woman and then said woman walked through the door and nearly caught him in the act. Felt like a gift from the heavens, but he had **** himself not to touch her like he had really wanted to. It was bad enough he'd fucked Jace's best friend, could he really then go ahead and do Dana's? Well, he would have if she had asked, but it hadn't seemed like the right time or place to make a move on her.

Surely that gorgeous brunette must have some level of interest, or she wouldn't have stripped naked to join him in the shower, but there was a difference between showering like that and full on fucking. He didn't want to scare Brooklyn off, because he really wanted things to work out in his favor there. She was too sexy not to want that. As he continued pumping his cock, he let his mind picture her as she had been in that shower, calling to the forefront an image that was so sexy it had him pulsating in his own grasp.

Her wet brown hair, those gorgeous hazel eyes looking up at him, those big tits, water droplets falling from the points of her nipples, those luscious curves, that ridiculous ass... fuck, that girl was a walking wet dream. His cock was ragingly hard in earnest now, and he kept stroking it faster and faster, yearning for the release he hadn't managed to find the time for back at the yoga studio.

And then the bedroom door opened.

Jeremiah froze as he turned his head towards the door, fingers still wrapped around his shaft. A stunningly sexy blonde walked into the room, putting her hands on her hips. Her long blonde hair fell in loose waves down to her very large breasts, and those gorgeous teal eyes looked plainly amused at what she had walked in on.

"Don't you knock?" Jeremiah sighed, leaning his head back.

"In my own bedroom?" Danielle Holland raised an eyebrow. "You know, some men might be grateful that their stupidly sexy wife had come to help out."

She leaned back against the door and it shut from her weight. She reached down and locked the door, coming towards him.

"You came to help me?" Jeremiah asked dubiously.

"Well, some stupidly sexy wife might have come to help you." Danielle held up a finger. "The real question is, am I one of them?"

"Please?" Jeremiah asked, looking over her figure. Him and his wife had not been sexually intimate in quite a long time. They'd have the occasional thing here and there, but nothing really consistent. Jeremiah knew it was largely his fault, always stuck at work. Yes, he lived over an hour from his place of employment, which made things difficult, but he also was quite the workaholic, which hadn't helped matters. He knew he had fucked up with Danielle, but by time things had settled down at work all those years ago, she'd already been seemingly irreparably done with him. So, he threw himself into his work even more, and things kept spiraling downwards.

It had been several months since they'd last done anything, well before the twins had finished their junior year of high school. So, Jeremiah was understandably surprised by what he hoped was about to transpire.

Danielle came over to sit on the bed, looking down at his cock with those pretty blue-green eyes of hers. They were such a unique color, and the dirty part of him was damn glad she'd passed them on to their sexy daughters.

"What got you so hot and bothered?" Danielle inquired, looking up at him. "And why'd you stop stroking?"

Jeremiah hesitated just slightly, before wrapping his hand around his cock again and continuing. He kept stealing glances at Danielle's very prominent cleavage as he did. Even if she did nothing to help, she was wonderful eye candy. She had yet to change out of her yoga clothes, as she hadn't been of the ones to use the locker rooms there at the studio.

"So?" Danielle prompted, looking at him as he stroked his cock, her eyes flicking between his own eyes and his hand hard at work.

"Too many hot girls in their yoga clothes." Jeremiah grunted. "You know what yoga pants and sports bras can do to a woman's attractiveness."

"I sure do." Danielle agreed, reaching up with one hand to palm one of her sports-bra covered tits. "Anyone in particular caught your eye? You better not have been perving on my baby sister."

Jeremiah's cock twitched traitorously at the thought of Daphne, and Danielle made a disappointed tsking sound. "Always knew you liked her figure better than mine."

"I don't." Jeremiah spoke at once, and truthfully, too.

"Then why don't you ever tell me that?" Danielle demanded.

"I... I didn't think you wanted to hear stuff like that from me anymore." Jeremiah shrugged. Danielle looked at him searchingly, then tilted her head.

"Have you ever considered that I hate being lonely in my own marriage?" Danielle scowled. "Why would I not want to hear that I look good, you moron?"

Jeremiah's brows furrowed in confusion. "I... You look great, Danielle. You always look great."

"Was that so fucking hard?" Danielle complained. "You're the one who pulled away, I'm not going to come chasing after you like I'm **** for attention."

"I didn't pull away, I was busy with work." Jeremiah protested, his hand coming to a stop. Danielle reached out, knocked his hand aside, and took his shaft in her slender fingers. Jeremiah let out a groan as her hand enveloped him, and his cock throbbed in his wife's hand as she resumed pumping him.

"Too busy to give a shit about your marriage?" Danielle snapped.

"I thought... fuck, I thought you were the one who didn't want me around anymore." Jeremiah grunted, trying to string together words while her expert hand worked his shaft.

"Maybe I was more right than I thought when I called you a moron." Danielle rolled those gorgeous eyes. "Now, are you ready to answer the question?"

"What... shit.... what question?" Jeremiah panted, reaching out for Danielle. He drew his arm around her hips, pulling her to him, and to his amazement, she came willingly, landing against his chest as she continued stroking him. Her tits pillowed beneath her against his bare chest as she lay halfway on top of him, her lower half still off on the bed while her top half was on top of him. She looked him in the eyes as she kept stroking his cock.

"Which girl did this to you." Danielle said meaningfully, letting go of his cock for a moment to place her finger on the underside of his cock, right at the base, and drag it up the twitching shaft until she brushed the pad of her finger across his tip. "Was it... Sierra?"

His cock gave very little reaction, and she seemed satisfied with that, wrapping her hand around him again. She resumed her pumping as she kept rattling off names.

"Let's see.. you were over in that far corner, who was in front of you? Was it Rachel and Claire?" Danielle tapped her chin thoughtfully with her free hand. Rachel was quite a fun woman to envision, but he kept thoughts of her pinned down deep so his cock didn't give much of a reaction. Claire was a nice woman, but not really his type.

"No, there was somebody between them and you and... oh, Jerry. It wasn't Brooklyn, was it?" Danielle cooed, and Jeremiah squeezed his eyes shut as his cock gave a tremendous throb in his wife's grasp. The image of Brooklyn's wet, naked body rose to his mind far too powerfully to even hope to suppress.

"Looks like we've got a winner." Danielle shook her head, looking wry. Her handjob continued, so... perhaps she wasn't terribly upset?

"Couldn't... help it." Jeremiah grunted, making Danielle laugh.

"So, you want Dana's thick and curvy best friend do you?" Danielle tutted. "What a naughty dad you are."

Danielle had no fucking idea just how naughty he was. Fucking Daisy, fucking Amy, showering with Brooklyn... he'd done a lot of forbidden things these past two months, and his wife had no idea about any of them. He hoped.

Jeremiah reached down and palmed Danielle's ass. It admittedly paled in comparison with Brooklyn's, but it was still a nice one. "I do." he confessed. "I want her so damn bad."

"Wow, the nerve of you." Danielle scoffed. "Confessing to your wife how bad you wanna fuck your little girl's best friend."

"C'mon... you've seen her." Jeremiah groaned, and his cock was twitching earnestly now in Danielle's grasp, the cross between memories of Brooklyn and the present feeling of Danielle's hand was really doing him in.

"Oh, I have." Danielle agreed. "I could perhaps understand your desire for her. She is so sinfully sexy, isn't she?"

The last sentence she practically purred into his ear, an old familiar sensation that returned with a vengeance, sending shivers down his spine and through his cock. He grasped her tightly by the ass, holding her there as she kept jerking him.

"Don't... stop." Jeremiah groaned, his hips bucking at the feelings coursing through his dick right now. He was getting very close.

"You wouldn't like it if I just left you like this?" Danielle raised an eyebrow. "You don't want me to leave this big cock totally unfulfilled?"

"Please don't." Jeremiah groaned. Not again, he wanted to add, he couldn't bear being left without an explosion again. The wait between the yoga studio and being able to jerk off had been so painfully long.

"Don't worry." Danielle purred in his ear again. "I'm not that mean. I could be, after years of you neglecting my needs, but one of us has to be the bigger person."

"I'm so sorry I worked so much." Jeremiah gasped. "You never deserved that."

"You're right, I didn't." Danielle agreed. She brought her hand to her mouth and licked the entire length of it before returning the saliva-covered hand to his cock. He'd used lube before he'd started, but clearly she found it insufficient.

"Maybe tell me what a great wife I am." Danielle suggested with some pouty lips.

"You're such a good wife, fuck." Jeremiah groaned, falling off his elbows fully onto his back.

"Just good?" Danielle echoed.

"Fantastic." Jeremiah corrected himself. "A fantastic wife."

"Indeed I am." Danielle agreed, looking pleased. "And this fantastic wife is about to make you cum, aren't I?"

"You are." Jeremiah groaned, very very truthfully.

"Maybe you need to consider if you want to start spending more time not at work." Danielle told him quietly, leaning close enough that her breath tickled his ear. "You know, if you keep me happy, I've always been the kind of girl who lets her man bring some company into bed."

The thought tore through him, a mental image of Brooklyn and Danielle's lips locked together, kissing passionately as his cock sawed in and out of Brooklyn's pussy. He didn't know if it was ever going to happen or if it was just dirty talk, but the thought of it tipped him over the edge.

His cock erupted, shooting quite the load out onto his stomach and dripping onto Danielle's hand as he gasped for breath.

"Knew that would do it." Danielle said smugly. "Now go clean up, we need to get ready for this dinner over at the Barnes house."

"You don't wanna shower first?" Jeremiah blinked, a little dazed from the pleasure.

"You're the one covered in your own cum, moron." she said exasperatedly, but not without some touch of amusement, or fondness even.

"Right, right." Jeremiah nodded, and he rose to his feet, heading towards the bathroom. He glanced over his shoulder and saw Danielle was licking her fingers clean, her eyes on him.

He left the bathroom door open, feeling amazed. All this time of being at odds with Danielle, and maybe, just maybe... there was a path to rekindling.