Falling for My Dirty Uncle

But it doesn't matter what I call her because Susan can sense that something's going on between us.

"Oh really? Is that what you're calling her?"

"Yeah, uh, look, I think we can talk more about this during—" I begin to say, but as soon as I do, Amy enters the room.

She's wearing one of my button-up shirts … only a few buttons clasped together … and nothing else. The shirt just barely reaches her thighs and I have the distinct feeling that if she were to turn around, I'd have a nice view of her ass. It's falling effortlessly across one of her shoulders, nearly exposing a breast. My cock takes notice and twitches in my pants.

I look back at my computer, realizing I'm still in a meeting with Susan.

Fuck. Susan's noticed Amy's entrance as well, and her eyes are nearly ready to pop out of their sockets.

"No way—you're fucking kidding, right?" Susan exclaims. "I can't believe I'm seeing this."

"Calm down," I say. "Look, I have to go; we'll talk again soon—I promise."

"Fuck that Parker," Susan says. "You're not getting out of this that easily. Do you realize what you've done? Do you realize what kind of shit you're in now?"

"That's a little dramatic," I reply.

"Dramatic?" she laughs, but I can tell she thinks that this is anything but funny.

"I don't really give a fuck what anyone thinks. You know that," I say.

"This is different," Susan says. "You're fucking your daughter, Parker! What's the public going to think about that?

"Stepdaughter," I correct her.

"How long do you think you can keep this hidden?" Susan asks.

I'm silent for a moment, and Susan continues, "You'll be kicked out of Gracie Mansion. You realize that, don't you? If Giuliani couldn't even stay there with his mistress, what makes you think you can stay there with yours … your stepdaughter no less?"

I'm still silent, trying to find the right words, and Susan, no longer able to stomach it all, drops a bomb into my lap.

"Never mind," she says. "I actually don't need you to answer any of those questions because I quit."

"Wait—" I begin to say, but she interrupts me.

"I can't work with you."

And just like that, Susan's gone.

Fuck.

I'll have to figure out what to do with that news. If Susan wants to leave, I'll need to figure out a backup plan, but not right this minute. Right now, I turn my attention to the image of perfection—the sexy golden goddess now standing in the room like a magnet for my desire.

"Have I ever told you how beautiful you are?" I say with a smile, getting up from the chair.

"I see your day's off to a good start. Working already, huh?" she smiles back.

"Not anymore … now that you're awake, I think we can do something else." And as soon as I say this, my cock knows exactly what I'm thinking.

Amy

I stand there in the middle of the living room with Susan’s words reaching my ears like a sledgehammer, hammering the truth deep into my soul like a long nail. I’m ruining Parker’s bid for the Senate. I’m ruining his life.

What am I even doing?

I can’t go on like this. I’ve played my mother’s spy for long enough. And, in doing so, I’ve… I’ve fallen for Parker. I need to admit it, even if just to myself. It’s time to quit this charade and, for once in my life, stand up for what’s right. I can’t destroy everything he’s working for, just so my mother realizes her political ambitions.