Chapter Seven
The drive to my sister’s house was quiet, with a few stolen touches between us. Sutton sat in the passenger seat, her thighs pressed together, still feeling what we had done that morning. She wore a simple sundress I picked out—one that covered most of the marks I left, but not all.
As we pulled into the long driveway of the large colonial-style house, Sutton shifted nervously in her seat. “This is insane, Jack. What if Dylan is here? What if they all know?”
I placed a firm hand on her thigh, sliding it higher under the hem of her dress. “Then they’ll see exactly who you’re with now.” I squeezed possessively. “And if Dylan is here… let him watch me claim what he lost.”
I parked the car and leaned over to kiss her deeply, biting her lower lip before pulling back. “Be a good girl for me today.”
We walked up to the front door hand in hand. My sister, Margaret, opened it with a bright smile that faltered slightly when she saw Sutton.
“Jack! And… Sutton?” Margaret’s eyes widened in recognition. “Well, this is a surprise. Come in, both of you.”
The dining room was already set for brunch. Several family members were present, including a few cousins. Dylan was there too, standing near the buffet table with a drink in his hand. His face darkened the moment he saw us — especially my hand resting possessively on the small of Sutton’s back.
“Uncle Jack,” Dylan said tightly, his gaze flicking between us. “Didn’t expect to see her here.”
I smiled calmly, pulling out a chair for Sutton right next to where I would sit. “She’s with me now,” I said simply, my tone leaving no room for debate. I sat down and immediately placed my hand on her thigh under the table, squeezing it.
Margaret looked flustered but tried to maintain composure. “Well… welcome, Sutton. It’s been a while.”
The dining room fell into a brief, awkward silence as everyone took their seats. I pulled out Sutton’s chair and sat beside her, immediately placing my hand on her thigh under the table. My fingers rested high, just beneath the hem of her sundress.
Dylan stared at us from across the table, his jaw tight. “Yeah. Real surprise seeing you here, Sutton. With him.”
I smiled calmly and squeezed her thigh. As Margaret passed around a platter of fresh fruit, my fingers slipped higher, brushing lightly against the lace of her panties. Sutton’s breath hitched.
“It’s good to see you again, Margaret,” Sutton said politely, trying to keep her voice steady. “Thank you for having me.”
Margaret smiled tightly. “Of course, dear. Though I must admit, I didn’t realize you and Jack were… acquainted.”
I slid one finger under the edge of her panties, stroking her slowly. Sutton’s thighs clenched around my hand.
“We’ve become very… close recently,” I replied smoothly, my voice casual. My finger circled her clit with light pressure as Dylan glared daggers at us.
Dylan leaned forward. “Close?” he scoffed. “You’ve got to be kidding me. She was my girlfriend.”
My finger dipped lower, teasing her entrance. Sutton bit her lip hard, fighting to stay composed. I pushed one thick finger slowly inside her.
“Was,” I corrected calmly, curling my finger against her front wall. “Past tense, Dylan. She’s with me now.”
Sutton let out a soft, barely audible whimper, quickly covered by clearing her throat. “The quiche is delicious, Margaret,” she managed, her voice slightly strained.
Margaret looked between all of us, clearly uncomfortable. “So… how did this happen exactly?”
I added a second finger, thrusting them slowly in and out of her while my thumb brushed her clit. Sutton’s hand gripped the edge of the table.
“Sometimes the right person is closer than you think,” I answered, my tone relaxed. I curled my fingers deeper, stroking that sensitive spot inside her. “Wouldn’t you agree, Sutton?”
She nodded quickly, cheeks flushed. “Y-yes… exactly.”
Dylan’s face reddened with anger. “This is bullshit. You’re my uncle.”
I smiled darkly and increased the pace of my fingers slightly, fucking her discreetly under the table. Sutton’s thighs trembled as she fought to stay quiet.
“Family is family,” I said smoothly. “And I take very good care of what’s mine.”
My fingers continued their slow, relentless work under the table. Two thick digits thrust in and out of Sutton’s soaked pussy while my thumb circled her swollen clit with firm, steady pressure. She was dripping down my hand, her thighs trembling as she fought desperately to maintain composure.
Margaret tried to steer the conversation toward safer topics. “So, Jack, how’s work been lately?”
“Busy,” I replied casually, curling my fingers against that sensitive spot inside Sutton. “But I’ve made time for more important things.” I thrust deeper, rubbing her clit faster. Sutton’s breath hitched audibly.
Dylan’s eyes narrowed. “Important things? You mean stealing my ex?”
I smiled, never breaking rhythm. “I didn’t steal anything. She came to me willingly.” I pressed harder on her clit, feeling her walls flutter around my fingers. “And she’s been coming ever since.”
Sutton’s hand gripped the tablecloth tightly. Her cheeks were flushed, her breathing shallow. She bit her lip hard as I worked her closer to the edge, my fingers fucking her discreetly but relentlessly beneath the polite brunch conversation.
Margaret looked increasingly uncomfortable. “Well, as long as everyone is… happy.”
Sutton’s thighs clamped around my hand. I felt her pussy start to pulse. “I—I need to use the restroom,” she managed to say, her voice strained. She stood up quickly, my fingers slipping from her as she excused herself.
I watched her walk away, knowing she was right on the brink.
A few moments later, Dylan pushed his chair back. “I need to talk to her,” he muttered darkly and followed her down the hallway toward the bathroom.
I leaned back in my chair, a satisfied smile on my face, knowing the tension was only beginning to build.