Renewing Their Vows

“Definitely the corner,” shouts Matthew, running back out of the room, Bobby hot on his heels.

“Better give her a good tip,” jokes Grace, since we don’t have to pay Tulip. After college, my sister became a successful science teacher and now works at Grace’s old prep school in Boston. A slightly sore subject for me, but we’re getting past it.

Grace herself still teaches, but in a private capacity only, since my notoriety as a world champion boxer means round-the-clock protection when she leaves the house. Right now, we don’t have to worry about that too much, because it’s summer break, meaning I’ve got her all to myself for the next three months. I’m retired from fighting now, giving me all the time in the world to devote to her. There will never be enough, though. Not even if I had millions of years.

“I guess we’ll wait until later,” she murmurs, kissing me, her sweet tongue teasing mine. Her eyes full of so much love, they knock the wind out of me.

“Says who?” I mutter thicky, wheeling her into the bathroom and locking the door. A few shifts of our clothing later and I’m burying myself to the hilt, surrounding my shaft in wet paradise, her whimper echoing off the marble walls, the hinges rattling as I start to thrust. “Still tight as you were at eighteen. Jesus Christ,” I pant. “Now where were we?” I rasp, clamping a hand over her mouth, pumping harder. “No screaming, little girl, or Daddy will get caught…”

THE END