Author: SerenaJ
Title: Caesar and Gwen
Universe: Reedvile and Davidson Fisheries
Summary: JD's son and Peter's wife, oh for shame....
Keywords: mF, rel, piv, oral, job, inc, infidel



Caesar and Gwen


It wasn't that she was particularly sexy. At 30-something, she
was thin and of medium height. She had wavy brown hair, usually
swept up in a pony tail. She didn't have much of a chest; she'd
never be mistaken for a boy but she definitely did not fill out a
swimsuit. Her ass was wide but flat. But she had a nice smile and
she liked to laugh. And she was the wife of his
much-older-than-himself-nephew.

Watching her putter around the office, Caesar realized why Gwen
fascinated him so much. She seemed to have a shell around her,
like she didn't want anything to get to close to her. But all he
wanted to do was get closer, crawl inside that shell and get next
to the warm, soft, wetness inside.

In all honesty, though, that's how he thought of everyone. His
parents, his friends, his teachers, his sister. Everyone was one
more warm place to stick his dick.

Not that he had ever told anyone except his twin sister Willow
that. But it was true. All 14-year old boys thought about fooling
around with girls sometimes but it hadn't taken Caesar and Willow
long to figure out that they were different. Hypo-sexual, the
doctor had called Willow when they had finally been tested. She
had 'girl problems' and one test had lead to the next and then to
testing Caesar since they were twins. And it was determined that
she had next to no sex drive and probably never would. Caesar, on
the other hand was hyper-sexual. Too much sex drive. He had
enough self-control to play the game with his parents and not let
on to them that he had already broken every possible cherry. But
really, he fucked his first girlfriend when he was ten. She had
been 16. After that, he worked his way through all of her
friends. And her boyfriend's friends. And a set or two of their
parents.

He tried to keep away from friends of his parents - his mother's
best friend had been a treat, but had tainted the relationship
for years. He didn't want to risk that again. And for the most
part, he stayed away from family - apart from Willow, of course.
But Aunt Gwen was so closed off, so aloof, so shelled. Every time
he saw her, he just wanted to pull her down and fuck her.

Or maybe she was the dominant type like Aunt Ame. You can't
always tell, he knew. Some people didn't even know themselves
until they were in the bedroom and allowed to do what they wanted
to. Caesar didn't really care - he'd been Dom and sub and liked
both so long as he was allowed to cum in the end.

Cum in Aunt Gwen's end. Caesar shivered and resisted stroking
himself. Sitting in her office he had to be careful or he would
never get a chance with her. He had been working on her for
months and had finally gotten her used to him touching - neck
rubs, back rubs, a foot rub if she had a cramp. All carefully
orchestrated for tonight. If he was very careful, he would do her
tonight. The thought made his dick twitch.

Finally, Gwen sat down and started her work.

"You should really pay more attention to what I'm doing, Caesar,"
she said. "You could be my intern. Wouldn't you like that?
Working with me after school?"

Her favorite subject, it seemed - get some job skills. She seemed
completely unaware of the fact that Caesar planned to work for
the family fishery like everybody else. The work was easy to him,
the pay was good (well, since he was a stockholder, the pay was
unreasonable) and he wouldn't have to go to college which sound
dull. Willow wanted to take after their Dad and go to law school.
Caesar couldn't think of anything less fun than that.

Still, he got up and came around behind her. He started to rub
her neck and asked her to explain what was on her computer
screen. She concentrated on the ins and outs of financial data.
Caesar concentrated on working his way slowly down her back. She
liked the short back chair which made it easy to reach down to
almost her waist. When he got there, he let his fingers stroke
her arms lightly all the way back up. She shivered. He grinned.

He started again, this time with her temples, massaging her head
- and taking her hair down - and the back of her neck. She
groaned softly.

He leaned in close and whispered softly in her ear. "That feel
good, Aunt Gwen?"

"Too good." She groaned. "You should stop."

"I love you, Auntie." He said and kissed just behind her ear
softly.

She shivered again. "Caesar…"

"Shhh." He kissed her, lower, on the neck. Her found her weak
spot with his fingers weeks ago. Now he rubbed it with just
enough pressure for her head to roll back and her eyes to fall
shut. "Don't think. Just relax." He wanted to proceed carefully -
not spook her but not give her time to consider what he was doing
either. Her shell was a pretty strong defense, but she had no
defenses inside it.

They had been playing childish little games for months.
Concentration was his favorite - a game where she worked and he
tried to break her concentration. At first, he just made noise
around the room or made a mess; the stuff of six-year-olds. She
probably thought he was retarded. Then, when she was routinely
ignoring that, he moved to less of the room around her and more
activity on her desk and on her person. He had managed to nearly
crawl up her skirt under the desk before she stopped him one
night. It had gotten her used to not stopping him when he
"accidentally" touched her tits or got his hand above her knees.
As a result, he knew just where to melt her resistance before she
even started putting up a fight.

"I can't let you touch me like that." She breathed. "Don't."

"Like what, Auntie?" he let his finger drift down outside her
breast. Not touching anything forbidden yet. But he knew the
nearness was driving her mad.

"I don't think you know what you're doing, sweetie."

"Really?" he whispered, smiling to himself. He lifted her hair
and nuzzled her neck. She gasped and he felt another of her
barriers fall away. "Gee, you're hair smell nice. What am I
doing?"

"If you were older, I'd say you were seducing me."

"What?" It was hard to remain innocent. Thank God she couldn't
feel his erection from this angle.

"Nothing, sweetie."

"We should play hide-an-seek." He said softly.

"Oh sure, sweetie." She sighed. He could feel her; she was nearly
jelly. He dropped down fast and slipped under her desk. "What…?"

"You won't see me hide from here and that way you don't have to
close your eyes."

"Oh."

"Now, count to twenty." She started. "Slowly." He admonished and
she slowed down the counting. He crouched under the desk,
breathing in the scent of her ripe sex. It was stronger than he
had guessed it would be. At '16', he licked his lips and caught
his breath. Wait for it. He told himself.

"Twenty." She said softly.

He slipped his fingers under her skirt and brushed her panties.
She jumped but his other hand was holding the chair seat. The
lace panties were damp. Sexy, he thought and pushed in to kiss
her there. She tried to twist away or push away or reach him but
in mere seconds, her knees fell apart and she mewed helplessly.
When he pulled aside the black lace, he discovered that it had
hidden the real truth - that she wasn't simply wet, she was
dripping. The smell was enticing and he could not have resisted
licking her even if he had been inclined to. When her feet
wrapped around the small of his back, he let go of the chair and
used both hands to pull her hips forward.

He could hear her above the desk, hit it hard, when her pussy
contracted around his tongue. His own dick throbbed so hard, he
was surprised he didn't cum. Her thrashing pulled the chair back
a bit and he couldn't resist. He slid up her body and kissed her.
She held him by the hair and licked his face.

After that, he couldn't get her clothes off fast enough.

The chair turned out to be too awkward for more than a stroke or
two, so he pushed her against the desk and took her from behind.
She cried out when she landed and he winced inwardly. He was
trying to remember not to be so rough. It wasn't enough to stop
him from sliding his aching dick all the way into her hot wet
cunt in one stroke but lucky she wasn't complaining. Actually,
she was lifting her leg to give him better access.

It didn't take them long. She practically screamed when she came.
He collapsed against her for a moment before kissing the back of
her neck. "Wow! That was totally hot!"

"Oh. Oh God." She panted. Then she struggled to get away from
him. He let her go. "Oh God! Caesar, oh no. Oh God."

"Gwen?" The last thing he wanted was her to freak out. "Auntie?"

"Don't call me that!" she nearly tripped herself pulling up her
underwear. "I'm sorry. I'm so so sorry."

"Sorry for what? That was awesome."

"I didn't mean to…you shouldn't have…oh God.…"

He made her sit down in the chair and he sat on the desk where
they just did it. He loved sitting someplace he knew he'd fooled
around. "What's wrong?"

She took a couple deep breaths. "Everything we just did is wrong,
Caesar. Are you really this stupid?"

He smiled slowly. "No, Aunt Gwen. I'm not stupid." She looked at
him, catching for the first time the more adult tones in his
voice. "Which part was the wrong part? You having fun? 'Cause you
seemed like you enjoyed it ta me. I sure as hell did. The age
thing? It may uh been statuary but it sure weren't rape." He
leaned over and kissed her lips softly. She sat like a scared
rabbit and took it. "Maybe seduction - but I'd have to be older
to do that. Is it the family thing?" He shrugged. "We ain't
related. You my niece by marriage. My half-niece since Charles is
my half-brother."

"How about the I'm married part?"

"Yeah but Uncle Peter ain't here."

"How on earth does that matter?"

"He won't catch you."

"He won't catch…" she stood up. "You really are that stupid.
Caesar, there's more to it than he won't catch me. There's
fidelity and love and respect."

"That what you got fo' Uncle Peter or that guy you always on the
phone with?"

She froze. "What?"

"That guy you have them nasty calls with all the time."

"How do you know about that?"

"I know phone sex when I hear it." He said. "That was part uh why
I wanted you so bad. I knew you'd be hot."

"That was with Peter."

"Not when he teachin' class, it ain't."

"You had no right to eavesdrop."

"I ain't mean to. The first time, least. I was in the john and
the vent was open and I ain't know it was you. The next day, I
went to the john at the same time just ta see if it was uh
regular kind uh thing. It took me uh while ta figure out who it
was but after that, all I could think of was you an' Uncle Peter
an' Ben…"

"NO." she looked revolted. Some things were just too far.
"Caesar. Ok. You had your little fun. That's all. We cannot do
this again."

He shrugged and stood up. "Ok. I'll go wait in the lobby with
Willow." He hadn't planned to do her twice tonight anyway.
Tomorrow would be soon enough.



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