His One Sweet Thing

Jordan Silver His One Sweet Thing

Chapter 1

This was going to get out of hand fast and I didn’t know how to stop it, or moreaptly put I wasn’t sure I wanted to. My cock twitched in my pants as I watched her tight little ass under the terry cloth short shorts she wore. Her long black ponytail bounced against her neck and her braless tits bobbed up and down just adding to my torture. I was almost tempted to go rub one out in the bathroom but seeing as I had a backyard full of guests that probably wasn’t the smartest move I could make so I stayed seated and feasted with my eyes.

Taking a sip from my ice-cold beer I tried tuning back into the conversation going on around me, my ex in laws were scattered around my massive backyard enjoying my annual fourth of July barbecue the same as they’d done every year for the last five; there was one glaring difference now though, we were no longer related, not since I’d found my darling wife with another man’s cock in her mouth while another ass fucked her. Needless to say our marriage died a quick and sudden death that day. The bitch at least had had the decency to carry out her torrid bullshit in the guesthouse. I’d calmly snapped away some pictures with my smartphone as evidence always the forward thinker that’s me.

Whatever, those pictures went a long way to helping me keep everything that was mine, I guess she forgot in her haste to bag me she’d signed a prenuptial agreement. She never would’ve had to worry about me doing her wrong either prenuptial or not because that’s not the kind of guy I was, until that day.

After that day something inside me changed and I’m still not sure if it was for the better or not; I’d gone hard when I’d told my lawyer I wanted her to have nothing, that’s right not even the gifts I’d given her in the six years of our marriage, not the clothes she’d bought with my money, nothing. In the end the judge had taken pity on her and awarded her ten thousand dollars to tide her over until she got on her feet again. Ten thousand fuck, she had handbags that cost more. I gave all her shit away to a homeless woman around the corner from my office building and directed her on how to make a killing. That woman now owns a little bakery with a nice apartment upstairs so you see it wasn’t all a waste.

Anyway after I was rid of her scuzzy ass I took things slowly, there was no mad rush back into the social scene though I had plenty offers. I’m not a bad looking guy if I do say so myself. At six four one eighty five with black hair and pewter grey eyes that glowed silver at times I’ve been told I should model for GQ. The fact that I was loaded didn’t hurt any; when the judge had asked Jenny why she’d done what she had knowing the consequences if caught she’d said that she couldn’t help herself, apparently according to her she had a sickness, she was a sex addict. I can attest to that but stupid me, I thought that as long as I was scratching her itch on a regular basis things would be fine. Silly me.

Its been six months now and like I said her family are all here enjoying my hospitality, I had no problem with that her family was cool we’d always got along and when her brother and his wife and then her parents had contacted me after the divorce to say they didn’t agree with her actions and had no intention on losing me as part of their family because of her stupidity I had seen nothing wrong with keeping the connection. At thirty three I’m pretty much alone in the world, my parents had gone down in a commercial flight when I was in my first year of university leaving me with one distant great uncle who I never knew. I had no living grandparents and my parents were both only children so that was pretty much it.

The money from the insurance plus what the airline paid out was set aside. I had to choose whether or not I wanted to leave school and run dad’s company that was now mine or finish my classes and let the board run things for the next few years. In the end I decided to finish school, it had always been the plan for me to work with dad before eventually taking over at the helm, I was just being made to do it sooner than either of us would’ve liked.

Now here I am sitting comfortably in a lounge chair in my very well kept backyard and fighting a hard on brought on by a little cock tease who was trying her best to drive me crazy. Natalie or Nat as she was fondly called was a sweet and what I used to think shy nineteen year old college student; I’m not quite sure where she fit into the Johnson family or maybe I should say it’s a bit confusing. Let me see, how does it go again? Right, Paul, that’s Jenny’s older brother who is forty three had an army buddy who’d died in a car accident when the daughter that he was raising alone after her mom had run off was barely five.

Paul had taken little Nat because of some pact the two men had made while stationed together. I think I got that right all I know is that when I came into the family six years ago she was a shy introverted thirteen year old who liked to trail after her uncle Marc whenever we visited her grandparents. Marc that would be me it’s short for Marcus Dalton.

I never thought anything of the young girl with her too big eyes behind her glasses and braces on her teeth, though it used to give Jenny fits. Jenny was always horny and it didn’t matter where we were she was always trying to find the best place to fuck, and having what she called a moony eyed twit trailing after us on our visits cramped her style; I guess I should’ve known from that. Anyway it had been some time since I’d seen Natalie, even before the divorce from one thing to the other we’d been missing each other and she hadn’t been to the last two barbecues or come to think of it any of the other get-togethers we’d had either.

Now it seems she was here solely to torment me; when the hot young thing had come through the door with Paul and his wife Judy earlier I’d questioned Judy’s sanity for allowing this hot number anywhere near her husband but when the fox had smiled and thrown herself in my arms with a ‘Hi uncle Marc long time no see,’ and I’d recognized those big bluer than blue eyes I’m ashamed to say I sprung a boner right then and there.

Shit, I couldn’t believe little Natalie had grown into this, this fucking sexpot. I had no doubt she’d felt my wood rising either because when her grinning parents had walked away she’d mashed her tits into my arm and her leg had come into contact with my now throbbing cock. I looked down at her, eyes sparkling and that look of mischief in her eyes I remembered so well.

“How are you lil bit?” I found myself grinning down at her tiny height for no apparent reason other than that it suddenly felt really good.

“I’m not so little any more am I uncle Marc?” With that she’d kissed my cheek a little too long if you ask me and walked into the house. I took another few minutes to get my raging cock under control before joining the others. Judy was busy making margaritas in the special machine I had in the full bar that was part of the back yard kitchen. Paul was fiddling around the grill and his parents as well as other assorted cousins and siblings milled about. There were about thirty people here with still more to come. A full house, last July fourth as with the others before it I’d fucked jenny hard and fast in the pool house around the corner from where everyone had been eating and laughing. She liked shit like that, situations where we were in danger of being caught, I have to admit it was hot but I draw the line at the sharing shit.

My eyes kept darting to Nat, as she seemed to be making a point of staying in my line of vision. Now Natalie is a petite little thing, a mere five one or so with grapefruit sized tits that bore high nipples and no give that I could see. Her ass was a little bubble with a slight flare to her hips, her long black hair with hints of red fire now out of the ponytail hung in waves down to the small of her back. Her eyes were a clear blue with black centers and she was just stunningly gorgeous. If I had passed her on the street I would’ve never mistaken her for the same awkward teen I’d seen the last time we’d met. Not only has she changed physically but it seems she had changed in other ways as well if the signals she kept sending my way were anything to go by.