She set upon my cock, greedily feasting upon it, using a hand to stroke as well as lips to suck. She took my full load in her mouth, not losing a drop, Lexy came to her, they both kissed, swapping cum and tongues in the final act of the night.
It was three in the morning, we went to bed, soon falling into a deep sleep.
My eyes slowly opened to see the alarm clock showing nine thirty. It didn’t register at first. I felt the weight of a woman on me and expected to see Jessie, but it was Lexy. I remembered the night before and scratched my head, sitting up so my thoughts would clear. I went to the window to see a black Jaguar pull up and a man in a suit step out with a thick folder in his hands. He rang the bell, I heard Jessie speak, the door closed and she climbed the stairs. The bedroom door opened.
“Tommy, get dressed, we need to talk.” Jessie said, her face was white, her hand was shaking. “Lexy, Lexy, wake up. You must go now.”
Lexy woke and looked startled. “What’s wrong, what’s happened.” She said, the panic woke her up.
“I need to talk to Tommy. You have to go, now.” She snapped.
“Because of last night.” Lexy said looking to me. “Please Jess, don’t do anything silly, you love him, I know you do. That was nothing, just fun, you suggested it.”
“Lexy, for fucks sake, please, leave us.” Jessie snarled, her eyes were filled with tears, my heart sank, it felt a heavy pain lean on me. It struck me that it was the first time I had heard her swear.
“Don’t talk to my sister like that.” I snapped. She turned on me.
“Tommy, we need to talk, please get dressed.” Jessie said.
“I’m late for work, I’ll see you tonight.”
“Tommy, please, I’m begging you. I’m so stressed I think I might collapse at any minute, please, we need to talk, now!”
Lexy pushed past her; tears were flowing down her cheeks. The front door slammed shut.
I dressed in the clothes on the floor and followed her downstairs. She sat us at the table looking down as she talked.
“For the last three weeks I’ve not told you things I’ve been doing, things I’ve hidden from you deliberately. I had no choice but today things will all be out in the open.”
“Are you being blackmailed?” I asked. She shook her head.
“Have you heard of Dixons Field?” She asked. I shook my head but then remembered.
“It’s land that had planning permission to build houses, a lot of them. But the farmer fell out with his neighbour who owned some land next to him. He refused to allow a road over his land and did something legal that meant his land could never be used to build on, even when the guy had died. They fell out big style, think one of them shot the other.”
“The neighbours land is called the Strip. I bought it for two thousand pounds and was going to plant wildflowers on it. But when I was sent the ownership documents, the legal thing you say about, was filed but it wasn’t signed. I had this cancelled until the new owner, me, signed the document.”
“You could sell the strip to the owners of Dixons Field; they’d pay good money for it.” I said, still confused why we weren’t talking about splitting up.