A Shadowed Bloodline Pt. 03

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Days turned into a week at my grandfather’s house, and then another week. I grew used to my new family’s routine and was surprised at how easily I settled into it.

After the car ride with Naomi, my cousin was careful to give me space, no longer teasing me about my attraction to her. Maybe that was because I had made it clear my attraction was real.

I also wondered if she and Julian had discussed what Naomi and I did during that car ride. Perhaps my grandfather had cautioned her about making any more advances toward me, fearing I would grow uncomfortable and bolt.

As for Julian, he was equally careful in expressing his affection for me, even after I’d made certain that he saw me naked outside his room. Yet sometimes I noticed his stare following me, and I basked in his attention, craving more.

Earlier in the week, I’d gone into town with him so I could update my address and take care of tasks online that required reliable internet service. He patiently waited for me, telling me to take all the time I needed.

Before we shopped for groceries, I asked Julian if we could stop at a boutique we passed along the way, one that Naomi had recommended to me. “As much as I hate shopping for clothes, I need some new ones,” I said. “I have very little in my checking account right now, but I promise I’ll pay you back…”

“Stella, you never have to worry about money,” he told me. “I’m happy to buy whatever you want.”

I knew his offer was completely heartfelt, but I still felt uncomfortable letting him pay for my purchases. Still, once I was inside the boutique, I was glad to find a few dresses suitable for summer, along with a pair of lightweight pants, nicer than the jeans I usually wore, and a couple of sleeveless shirts.

One afternoon, after I’d been at the house for several weeks, I offered to help Naomi with the housekeeping and daily chores. She gave me a dubious look but said I could clean the inside of the kitchen windows.

I set to work, humming under my breath. Sunlight streamed into the room, and I felt it warm my skin. Just after I’d finished the first window, my cousin came into the room and shrieked. “No, no, no,” she said, striding toward me. “You’re doing it all wrong!”

I stared at her in bewilderment. “I’m cleaning a window, Naomi. How could I be doing it wrong?”

She pointed at the glass. “You’re leaving streaks all over the place!”

I examined the window. “I don’t see any streaks.”

“Well, I do,” she insisted. “Just let me do it.”

I held up my hands. “Fine, fine. Have it your way,” I muttered.

She smiled to soften her disapproval, then quickly started to go over the window I had just cleaned.

I’d started out the day wearing jeans, but once Naomi made it clear she didn’t need my help cleaning, I decided to change into something nicer. Now I wore a pale green dress from the boutique. It was simply made, but Julian said it looked stunning on me with my auburn hair. It was mid-thigh length, and I had to admit it showed off my curves in a flattering way.

I found Julian sitting on the couch in the study. He’d mentioned when I first arrived that he was semi-retired, but in the last couple of weeks, he had drastically cut back his work hours, only leaving for the office twice.

My grandfather looked up from the finance magazine he was reading and smiled. I couldn’t help but notice his gaze taking me in from head to toe. “Naomi gave you the boot, huh?”

I sat down next to him and sighed. “I am apparently useless when it comes to cleaning,” I said.

He set his magazine aside, removed his glasses, and slipped an arm around me. “There is no helping that girl when it comes to cooking or cleaning. Believe me, I’ve tried, but she is very particular about how she keeps house.”

“She won’t even let me wash my own clothes!”

Julian laughed and gave a strand of my hair a playful tug. “Gives you more time to do things you actually enjoy,” he pointed out.

I picked up the book I was currently reading from the table next to the couch. I’d found it on one of the study shelves a few days ago. Holding it up so Julian could see the cover, I said, “This is such an interesting book. It describes the flora and fauna of this region.”

“Ah, yes,” he said. “I bought that years ago. I’m glad you’re enjoying it.”

“There are numerous rare plants in this area,” I said, opening the book and finding my place. “I wonder if your property here has any.” Nestling against him, I breathed in his now-familiar scent, and when I felt his lips against my hair, I briefly closed my eyes.

Naomi still went to his room every night. Now that their sexual relationship was no secret from me, they made less of an effort to be discreet. I could hear her – and sometimes him – as they fucked, and when my arousal became too much for me to ignore, I slid my hand between my spread thighs and made myself come.

When I managed to set all my mental inhibitions aside, I imagined myself going to Julian’s room canlı bahis and joining the two of them. What would they do? Would Julian try to turn me away, as he initially attempted to dissuade Naomi’s advances?

Or would they readily invite me into his bed with them?

My breathing grew fast as I sat next to Julian and let my mind wander where it shouldn’t. He must have detected the change in me, because he pressed the back of his hand against my cheek. “You’re flushed, Stella. Are you feeling okay?”

I looked at him and smiled. Our mouths were just inches apart. “I’m fine, but I’m a little tired. I think I’ll lie down for a bit.”

“You know, I might take a nap, too,” Julian said. “Then I’ll be sure to stay out of Naomi’s way while she’s cleaning down here.”

My heart began racing for a reason I couldn’t explain as we climbed the stairs. We reached my room first. “Sleep well, sweetheart,” Julian said, then started toward his own room.

“Can I…?” I started, and he looked at me expectantly. My face grew even hotter. “Can I take a nap with you?”

I could tell Julian was surprised by my request, his eyebrows raised as he regarded me. “You never have to ask if you can do that,” he replied gently. “You’re always welcome in my room, just like Naomi is.”

The mention of my cousin reminded me of all the things she did with our grandfather when she did go to his room. Part of me wondered if I was opening a door that should remain closed, and yet I wanted to lie next to Julian, to feel his arms around me.

Afternoon light gave his room a soft glow. He closed the door behind us and went to his king-sized bed, pulling back the covers. “Naomi just changed the sheets this morning,” he said.

I approached him with tentative steps, then turned around and lifted my hair. “Can you unfasten my dress?” I asked.

I felt Julian’s fingers on my skin, his breath warm on my neck. “I love you in this dress, but it would be a shame if you wrinkled it,” he murmured.

He was careful to avert his stare as I took off the dress; I knew he didn’t want to make me feel uncomfortable. Though he wasn’t looking at me, I found myself wishing I had on sexier undergarments. My plain cotton bra and panties weren’t very alluring.

Before I could lose my nerve, I unclasped my bra and let it fall from my shoulders. Then I pulled down my panties and stepped out of them. It wasn’t as if Julian hadn’t seen me naked before.

And yet he seemed to be the uncomfortable one now, busying himself with fluffing the pillows. Suddenly I felt awkward, crossing my arms over my bare breasts. “You can get undressed, too,” I said meekly. “I mean, if you want to.”

Julian turned to me, his smile tender. I could tell he was trying very hard not to stare at my naked body. “Are you sure?” he asked, and I quickly nodded. He patted the mattress and said, “Lie down and relax.”

I slid beneath the covers, keeping my back to him as he undressed. I still wasn’t sure how far I wanted this to go, and staring at him would send a signal I might not be ready to give.

My grandfather climbed in beside me, releasing a contented moan as he settled in. Still, he was careful not to touch me. We lay without speaking, our soft breathing the only sounds in the room.

Lying on my side, I scooted closer to Julian until we were touching. He hesitated a moment, then turned on his side as well so he could spoon against me. I sighed with pleasure, feeling his warm skin against mine. “This is nice,” I whispered, my eyes closed as we snuggled together.

His arm slipped around my waist, just beneath my breasts. “It sure is.” His mouth was close to my ear. “Are you happy here, baby?”

I quickly nodded. “I have never been happier,” I said, and the words I spoke were the truth.

He held me tighter to him. “And is there anything I can do to make you even happier?”

My heart beat faster; I could feel my pulse in my chest, and between my thighs. With my eyes still closed, I took his hand in mine and placed it against my breast. I heard his sharp intake of breath, but he didn’t pull away.

“You could touch me,” I breathed. “Like this…”

Julian groaned, and I could feel him growing hard against me. He gently squeezed my breast, then fondled my nipple, sending shockwaves of desire straight to my pussy. “Like this?” he asked in a low, husky voice.

“Yes!” I cried.

He brought his mouth to my neck, gently sucking the skin there. “Like this?” he whispered against my skin. I nodded, arousal making me rock my hips in a rhythmic motion. Then I opened my eyes and turned my face toward him. His eyes locked with mine as he teased my nipple and licked his lips.

I felt no shame in wanting him, in offering myself to him this way. I only wanted more of this, of him. I raised my head so I could press my lips to his.

Our first kiss was gentle and slow before it deepened, my mouth opening so he could slip his tongue inside. He caressed my cheek, and I hungered for more bahis siteleri of his touch.

When I finally broke the kiss, breathing fast, I saw that Julian’s eyes were hot with yearning; still he waited for me to make the next move.

I guided him onto his back and then straddled him. He was breathing harder now, too, his gaze moving from my face to my breasts, and then lower. Reaching between us, I took his cock in my hand and gently stroked it.

“Ah, yes…” His voice was thick with his own arousal.

I felt his erection grow even harder, running my fingertips over the warm, veiny flesh. Then I eased his cock upward before gently sliding my inner wet pussy lips along its length.

He let out a cry, but mine was louder when the tip of his cock massaged my clit. His face looked so different to me now as sheer need gripped him.

With anyone else, I might have been embarrassed at how wet I’d become. My pussy was dripping, aching for him, and I moved faster, coating the underside of his erection with my juices. When I leaned forward to stimulate my clit even more, Julian raised his head and eagerly took my right nipple between his lips. He sucked hard, and the pull of his mouth, along with the swelling of my clit, made my thighs begin shaking.

I cried out, feeling a deep throbbing in my core. God, I wanted him inside me! I wanted him to fuck me senseless, making me climax so hard I was screaming, until he couldn’t hold out any longer and he came inside me.

But something made me hesitate, even as he grabbed my hips and guided my movements, working my pussy faster up and down his cock. I knew he wanted me to lower myself onto him, to take every inch of him inside.

Yet right now as I pleasured him, I could still try to convince myself this was only foreplay, a way of being close to him and satisfying a powerful attraction we had for each other. I could look back on this and tell myself we’d stopped before going too far, so I didn’t need to be ashamed.

The truth was, I knew if I had him inside me, I would want it again, and again, and again. I would crave him just as Naomi did. And that terrified me.

“I’m gonna come!” I wailed, feeling the orgasm build within me.

“Yes, baby, fucking come for me!” he urged, his stare fixed on my face. “I want to see you let go…”

And I did, my cries fading in and out as my body seized. I threw my head back, abandoning myself to the power of the orgasm, vaguely aware of Julian’s cries mingling with my own. I felt his hot semen against my skin, and I loved that he had come with me.

Finally the orgasm faded, and I lay forward, resting my head on Julian’s chest. “Naomi’s going to have to change the sheets again,” I said, and I felt Julian laugh beneath me.

“She won’t mind,” he assured me, stroking my hair as our breathing slowed to normal.

I lifted my head to look at him. “Do you think she’ll be upset that we… did this?”

Julian gave me a soft smile. “No, Stella. She won’t be upset,” he replied with a certainty that made me think they had already discussed the possibility of this happening between me and him.

“Did she tell you about what we did in the car?” I asked in a quieter voice, and he nodded. “And did that turn you on?” I wanted to know.

His smile faded, and though we’d just come, he gazed at me with renewed longing. The intensity of his stare made my tender clit begin throbbing again. “It did,” he revealed to me. “Very much.” I closed my eyes and pressed my lips to his skin. “Thank you for this, Stella.” He wrapped his arms around me, his warm hands rubbing my back, and I relaxed beneath his touch.

“I’m sorry it wasn’t more,” I said.

“It was perfect,” Julian replied. “And I will never want more than you’re willing to give. You have already shared something incredible with me, and I’m beyond grateful for it.”

My eyes filled with tears, but I blinked them away before they could slip down my cheeks and dampen Julian’s skin. I was emotional after what we’d just shared, but the warmth growing in the pit of my stomach, spreading to my chest, made me smile. “I’m grateful for you, Julian,” I said.


Naomi didn’t complain about having to change the sheets again; she didn’t say anything to me at all. But I caught her giving me and Julian knowing glances, trying to decipher just what had changed between us.

As the days went on, my hunger for Julian’s touch grew stronger. I heard Naomi go to his room at night, heard their lovemaking, and the ache in my chest was enough to make me gasp. Still I refrained from joining them, instead tossing and turning in my own bed, sometimes lying on my stomach and masturbating to orgasm when I was out of my mind with wanting.

True to his word, Julian made no further advances toward me. He was tender and affectionate, but he wouldn’t so much as kiss me on the mouth. My resolve was crumbling, but I knew he cared for me too much to take advantage of that.

One beautiful late spring Saturday, bahis şirketleri Julian went outside to work in the yard, and Naomi was in the kitchen, fussing over some kind of soufflé and worrying that it might fall. I asked if I could help, and she just waved a dismissive hand at me.

Feeling suddenly wicked, I moved behind her and planted an open-mouthed kiss on the back of her neck, making her gasp. “You fucking tease!” my cousin said, but I could hear the laughter in her words. “You haven’t touched me for weeks, and now you want to fool around when I’m busy baking?”

“Oh no, I’d never want to interfere with your baking,” I said, all innocent, before slipping an arm around her and giving her breast a playful squeeze.

Naomi moaned. “Stella…” Her voice was pleading.

I kissed her cheek, then hurried out of the kitchen to avoid any more of her scolding.

Outside, I approached my grandfather, drinking in the sight of his amazing ass in those jeans. “I’m going for a walk,” I told him.

Julian wiped the sweat from his brow with the back of his hand. “Have fun and stay safe, sweetheart,” he said. “Keep an eye out for snakes.”

“Will do.” I wore jeans and a sleeveless top, my hair pulled back in a loose bun. Now that I’d spent plenty of afternoons exploring Julian’s property, I was confident enough to venture off the trail and deeper into the woods. I made sure to mark my path so I could easily find my way back, just as the books I had read instructed.

Weeks ago, Julian had told me about a stream on the property, and after studying an old topographical map of the area, I was determined to find it today. I had a bottle of water with me, taking occasional sips while the shade of the forest kept me from getting too hot.

On my feet were a pair of hiking boots Julian had recently bought for me. “You can’t keep exploring the woods in sneakers,” he’d said when I protested at the cost of the new shoes. They were obviously expensive.

Today I was thankful for them, as it had rained the night before and I now walked over damp earth and slick leaf cover, occasionally stepping over logs strewn across my path.

Soon I heard flowing water, faint but unmistakable, and I let out a whoop of triumph. Not bad for someone who’d gotten lost in the dark the first time she’d driven out to this place, I told myself.

Moving through the trees, I came upon the bold stream, delighted by the coolness that enveloped me as I stood near its bank. Birdsong filled the air, and I looked around for a dry place to sit.

It was then that I spotted a dark pink flower and moved closer to get a better look at it. Studying the delicate petals, I gasped when I realized it was a rare orchid I had read about in the book describing the area’s flora and fauna.

I gazed upon the flower’s beauty. There was only one bloom, a splash of color among fallen branches and leaf litter. After trying to commit the image of the orchid to my memory, I broke into a run, unable to contain my excitement.

Julian was still working in the yard when I emerged from the trail, and I dashed toward him.

He looked up and stopped what he was doing. “Is everything okay?” he asked, his voice full of concern.

“Yes, yes, come with me! I need to show you something.” I grabbed his hand and led him back toward the trail.

Other men might have been irritated that I’d interrupted their work without explanation. They might have demanded to know what was so important that they had to trek into the woods to see it with me.

But other men weren’t my grandfather. He only laughed at my excitement, keeping hold of my hand as we walked.

“I found the stream,” I revealed to him.

“Ah, it’s been a long time since I’ve been back there,” he said.

“But I found something else, too!”

We made our way deeper into the woods, and Julian praised me for marking my path so well. I beamed at his words.

When we finally reached the stream, I gave Julian a moment to take in the scene; I knew it probably brought back fond memories for him. Then I guided him to the flower.

“I read about this orchid, but I never dreamed I’d find one. Isn’t it beautiful?” I breathed, my eyes wide with wonder.

“It sure is.”

I glanced over at Julian and saw his delight with my discovery. The rapt attention he gave to the flower matched my own.

“It’s so rare, we may never see another one,” I told him.

“That’s incredible,” Julian said. “It’s as if it’s been here waiting for you, Stella.”

I smiled and slipped my arm around him. We lingered by the stream, and I offered my water bottle to him so he could take a long drink. In comfortable silence, we stood and basked in the gorgeous surroundings, until finally I said, “We should head back before Naomi notices we’re both gone and starts to worry.”

When we reached the trail, Julian stopped and brushed a loose strand of hair back from my face. “Thank you for bringing me out here, sweetheart.”

“Thank you for coming,” I replied.

Just as he started to head back toward the house, I grabbed his hand, and he looked at me questioningly. Then I threw my arms around him. “I’m so happy with you here,” I murmured against his chest.

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