Unexpected
Copyright© 2026 by Dark Vision
Chapter 10
Romantic Sex Story: Chapter 10 - My life became a series of unexpected events when my grandfather passed away, and I inherited his businesses. I discovered things about life and sex that changed the way I thought. I learned my family engaged in a lifestyle I couldn’t imagine, but quickly embraced. It’s amazing what you can do when you have wealth. While I didn’t earn what I had, I was able to accept and enjoy it with the help of others. My greatest fear was becoming an asshole and treating others poorly.
Caution: This Romantic Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Fiction Incest Cousins Anal Sex Cream Pie Exhibitionism Oral Sex Safe Sex
I woke up to Beverly’s hand gently caressing my cock as she sat next to my hips. When I let out a muffled moan, she looked into my eyes, smiled, and said, “Good morning, Jeff.”
“Good morning, Bev. Are you having fun?”
Grinning, Beverly nodded. “Is your cock always hard in the morning? I saw it standing up when I woke up and decided to play. I hope you don’t mind.”
“Are you kidding? You can play with my dick anytime you want to, baby. I have to go to the bathroom first.”
Beverly waggled my cock, then released me so I could get up. After using the bathroom, I returned and sat beside her on the bed. She chuckled, leaned over, and kissed me.
“Are you ready for coffee? What are we doing today?” Beverly said.
“I’m always ready for coffee. I’m not sure what we’re doing yet. I have to make a few calls after breakfast.”
Beverly and I got out of bed, remaining naked as we headed to the kitchen for breakfast. She went to the counter, prepared the coffee maker, and took cereal from the cupboard. I got the bowls, milk, and spoons.
While we ate, Beverly and I looked out the window at the lake. The sun was rising, bathing the water in a soft glow.
“I’ll finish putting my clothes away this morning, then look for a job. I need to call the bank, change my address, and get my Georgia driver’s license.”
“I thought you put everything away yesterday. We can go into the city and take care of the bank and your license this afternoon.”
“I put my things in the drawers and closet, but I still need to arrange things.” Beverly looked at me and smiled. “Are you sure you want me to live here with you?”
“Yes, I’m very sure, Bev. If you ask me again, I may just put you over my knee and spank your sexy ass.”
Beverly giggled and nodded her head. We finished eating, took care of the dishes, and went outside for our morning swim. After our swim, we went to the cabana, showered, dried ourselves, and went to the house.
I headed for my office while Beverly tended to her clothing. After booting my computer, I called Ellen Baxter.
“Good morning, Ellen. How’s everything going?” I said when she answered her phone.
Hello, Jeff. Is there something wrong? Ellen asked.
“No, there’s nothing wrong. I have a question. I want to get my girlfriend a job. Do you think there would be any problems?”
Ellen chuckled, then said, “No, there won’t be any problems. Jeff, you own the company and can do whatever you want. What do you have in mind?” Ellen said.
“I don’t have a clue. Do you have any suggestions?”
“If it were me, I would hire her as your personal assistant, at least as far as a title goes. You have to decide what she’ll do,” Ellen said.
I laughed. “Yeah, I work so hard I need help.”
“Don’t worry about it, Jeff. I’m sure you’ll find your place. I spoke with Peter the other day. He told me things were running smoothly. The rest of the management team is doing what’s required to make sure that Henderson Enterprises is successful. Would you like me to contact HR and get the ball rolling?”
“Yes, please. Let me know what you need from me.”
“Have you thought about a salary for your girlfriend?”
“No, what do you suggest?” I said.
“You can pay her anything you’d like, Jeff. I would suggest starting at a thousand dollars a week plus benefits.”
“Sounds good, Ellen. When should I bring Beverly in to fill out the paperwork?”
“When we hang up, I’ll call Gayle in HR. You can bring her in anytime after lunch. Will Beverly need a company cell phone and computer?” Ellen said.
“Yes, please see that she gets everything she needs. Thank you for all your help, Ellen.”
“No problem, Jeff. I’ll make sure everything is taken care of. Is there anything else you need?”
“No, thanks. I’m all set for now.”
After saying goodbye, we hung up. I checked my email, replying to a couple before shutting things down and heading to the bedroom to see what Beverly was doing. When I walked in, she stood at the dresser, arranging things in the drawers. Moving behind her, I put my hands on her hips, leaned down, and kissed her shoulder.
“How are you doing?” I asked.
“Great, baby. I’m just rearranging a few things. Did you finish what you had to do?” Beverly turned in my arms.
“Yup, all finished for now. Get dressed, and we’ll run our errands when you’re ready.”
Beverly pressed her breasts against my chest and looked up. “What should I wear today?”
“You should wear anything you want to, sweetie. Just dress nice like you always do.”
“Okay. I’ll wear a skirt and blouse if it’s okay.”
“Fine by me. You can wear pants if you’d like.”
Beverly shook her head. “I used to wear pants or shorts, but I’m more comfortable in dresses and skirts.” She chuckled. “Before your mom’s wedding, I usually wore bike shorts under my dresses and skirts when I wore them. I didn’t want anyone to see my undies.”
I put my hands on Beverly’s body, pulled her against me, and shifted my hips, rubbing my cock against her. “You can never tell when the wind will blow your dress up and flash your sexy ass. It was a real treat for me.”
“It was for me, too, Jeff.”
Beverly and I separated when she opened a drawer, removing her panties and a matching bra. While she put on her underwear, I went to the closet to get a shirt and a pair of slacks, put them on, and sat on the couch, watching her finish. She dressed in a purple blouse, a black skirt, and a pair of pumps.
“Do I look presentable?” Beverly turned around, showing me her outfit.
“You look great, baby. Are you going to wear shorts under your skirt?”
“Nope. Who knows, maybe it’ll be windy outside.”
We headed to the garage and got into my SUV. Beverly pointed at the John Deere Gator. “What do you use that for?”
“The Gator? I use it to ride in the woods and haul firewood. I’ll take you for a ride soon. I usually keep it in the pole barn.”
I drove into town, stopping at the Department of Driver Services so Beverly could take care of her license. After parking, I went around to open the door for her. She grinned when she swung her legs out, flashing her panties.
“It isn’t windy, but the view is great,” I said.
Taking my hand, Beverly and I walked toward the building. When we went inside, she took a number, and we sat on a couple of chairs, waiting for someone to call her. The DDS was busy, and it took almost an hour to be called and take care of her business. Finished, we went to the truck, and I drove to her bank.
“I opened an account when we moved back to Georgia. When I left Texas, I closed my account, got a cashier’s check for my money, then deposited it here,” Beverly said as we walked toward the bank.
“Is there anything else you have to take care of?” I asked when we finished at the bank.
“No, that’s it. What are we going to do now?”
“Let’s grab lunch. There’s a great barbecue place near here.”
I drove to a little carry-out restaurant, parked, and led Beverly to the window. We placed our orders and sat at a picnic table, waiting for our food.
“This place isn’t fancy, but the food is great.”
“Sometimes, these little places have the best food. There are a few Tex-Mex stands near my apartment where I lived in Texas. They had the best tacos.”
Chuckling, I put my hand on Beverly’s knee, sliding it up to her thigh. “I know where to get the best tuna toco.”
When she looked at me and furrowed her brow, I realized Beverly didn’t understand what I meant. Glancing around to ensure no one was watching, I moved my hand to her crotch, rubbed her, and removed my hand. Leaning closer, I whispered, telling Beverly what it meant.
“Oh my god! Are you saying I taste fishy?”
“Hell no, it’s just slang, baby. Your pussy tastes great.”
After a moment, Beverly laughed. “I’ve heard it called many different things, but never heard anyone refer to a pussy as a tuna taco. That’s too funny! I hope you don’t think I taste bad, sweetie. I love it when you eat me.”
“And I love eating you, baby.”
The woman at the window called my name, so I got up to get our food. Beverly and I ate lunch after placing the paper trays on the table.
“Wow. This is amazing,” Beverly said after taking a bite of her pulled pork sandwich.
“I know, right? I like eating here once in a while. As I said, it isn’t fancy, but the food is good.” I leaned closer. “Not as good as your tuna toco, though.”
Beverly laughed. “So, do you prefer your tuna toco with or without cream sauce?”
“Both.”
“I happen to love the way you make it creamy. I still can’t believe you ate my pussy after coming in me.” Beverly grinned. “When we get home, I want to give you a blowjob again. The more I think about it, the more I want to try it. Next time, I’m not going to stop when you come. You didn’t taste bad when you came in my mouth.”
“It’s an acquired taste.”
“It didn’t seem to bother you.”
“No, as I told you, it doesn’t bother me. Bev, nothing we’ve done or will do bothers me. I’m not just referring to sex, either. No matter what we do, it will be great if we do it together.”
Beverly picked up her soda, put the straw between her lips, and took a drink. After finishing her sandwich, she wiped her mouth with a napkin. “The sandwich was great, Jeff. Thanks for bringing me here.”
“I’m glad you enjoyed it, baby.”
“Sweetie, I enjoy every moment we’re together. You’ve freed something inside me, something I can’t explain. It’s as if when you first made love to me, the old Bev was replaced with a new me. Since then, my thinking has changed, and I realize things I used to think were weird aren’t. The only thing I need to do now is find a job.”
I saw an opening. “How would you feel about working for Henderson Enterprises?”
Beverly shrugged her shoulders. “I don’t know. What would I do? The only experience I have is in retail.”
“What would you think of being my personal assistant? I’m unsure what it would entail, but we can figure it out together.”
I figured Beverly was thinking about what I said by how she stared at her soda and turned the cup on the table. Feeling I’d made a mistake offering her a job, I was about to withdraw the offer when Beverly looked at me and smiled.
“So, would one of my job requirements be having sex with my boss?” Beverly said while smirking.
“What? No, of course not. I would never...” I began, but stopped when Beverly giggled.
“A girl can dream, can’t she?”
“As I was about to say, I would never make sex or anything we do for fun a requirement. The truth is, if you work for Henderson, it will give us more time together. If you found something else, you’d have to work outside our home, and I’d prefer to have you there with me.”
Sliding her hand up my leg under the picnic table, Beverly said, “I think you just want to see me running around naked.”
“Sweetie, I like seeing you regardless of what you wear. It doesn’t matter if you’re naked, dressed, or something in between. You looked great in your undies this morning.”
Beverly smiled. “If you think we can make it work, I’d like to try working for you, baby. After all, if it doesn’t work out, I can find something else.”
I gathered our trash, threw it away, and led Beverly to my car. When I opened her door, she made sure her skirt rose. Pulling out of the lot, I headed for Henderson Enterprises’ campus and parked in the space once reserved for my grandfather. As I parked, I noticed my name on the sign.
The campus consisted of several buildings. The ten-story office building, three large manufacturing facilities, the research and development building, the data center, and several other structures were scattered around the vast property. There was also an airport for the company’s planes. My grandfather told me Henderson leased hangars and tie-downs for other general aviation aircraft.
“This place is massive,” Beverly said.
“It is. We have several hundred people working at this location. Henderson also has sales offices, distribution centers, and retail outlets for the DME around the country and in Europe.”
“Where does my dad work?” Beverly asked as we walked toward the office building.
“I’m not sure, baby. I don’t have anything to do with the operations, but I can find out for you.”
“It isn’t important. I was just curious.”
I took Beverly to the sixth floor and the human resources department. When we walked in, I introduced Gayle Hughes.
“I’m pleased to meet you, Beverly. I’ve been expecting you since Ellen called me this morning,” Gayle said.
“I’m pleased to meet you,” Beverly said, then looked at me.
I shrugged my shoulders. “I called this morning. I’ll let you two handle everything while I see Ellen.”
“Give us about a half-hour, Jeff. Beverly, please have a seat, and we’ll get started,” Gayle said.
As Gayle took a folder from her desk, I left and went to the tenth floor. I checked in with Ellen and thanked her for her help.
“No problem, Jeff. Let me know anytime you need anything. Do you know what you’re going to do with Larry’s office? We cleaned it out and packed his personal belongings. I will have the things delivered to your house,” Ellen said.
I thought for a moment. “I don’t have a clue, Ellen. What do you suggest? I certainly don’t need it.”
“You could shift the C-level employees. Peter can take the office, and everyone can move up,” Ellen said.
“Sounds good. Please take care of it. I’ll talk to Peter and let him know. When Beverly finishes, please send her to his office.”
I left her office, went down the hall to Peter Jackson’s office, and went inside. He shook my hand and invited me to sit down. We chatted for a few minutes, then I told him what I wanted to do with my grandfather’s office. He thanked me and said he’d make sure the other executives knew.
“Should I keep an office for you?” Peter asked.
“No, I don’t need an office. It isn’t like I come here to work. I don’t know what I’m going to do. The management team doesn’t need my help to run the companies.”
Peter smiled. “Thanks for the vote of confidence, Jeff. When we learned you would own Henderson, there was some concern. We didn’t know what you’d do or how involved you’d be in the operations. Once we realized things would remain status quo, the management team could relax and do our jobs.”
“My grandfather taught me it’s best to hire people who know what they’re doing, then let them do it. I have no plans to try to micromanage the companies.”
Peter nodded. “If there’s anything I can do, please let me know, Jeff.”
“I will. I do have a question about the corporate planes. What are they used for?”
“We use them to travel to our other facilities when needed. Larry didn’t like the hassle of using the airlines, so he bought the Gulfstream. It’s a long-range jet, so we can use it for European trips. Henderson also has a smaller plane for short trips. It’s a twin-engine turboprop Beechcraft.”
When I said, “Okay, I wondered if I could use the plane to travel if it wasn’t business-related.” Peter laughed.
“Jeff, you own Henderson Enterprises and can do whatever you want. Schedule it with the flight office if you want to use the planes. They would like a twenty-four-hour notice if you can provide it, but they may be able to accommodate you with shorter notice. Today’s technology allows us to reduce business travel, so the planes are usually available.”
“Thanks, Peter. I’ll keep it in mind. I don’t have any plans, but I may in the future.”
A moment later, Ellen showed Beverly into Peter’s office. I stood up and introduced her. “Peter, I’d like you to meet Beverly Graham, my girlfriend.”
Peter got up and shook Beverly’s hand. “I’m pleased to meet you. I heard your father works for us in the research and development department.”
Grinning, Beverly nodded. “Yes, he does. The last time I spoke to Dad, he said he liked the job. It’s nice to meet you.”
“I’ll talk to you later, Peter. Beverly and I should get going.”
“My door is always open, Jeff. Come by anytime.” Peter shook my hand.
After saying goodbye, we left Peter’s office and stopped to say goodbye to Ellen. Beverly carried a laptop case. When we got to my car, I opened the door, held it while she got in, and went to the driver’s side.
“So, how did your interview go?”
Beverly nodded, placed the case in the back, fastened her seatbelt, and stared out the windshield.
“Is everything okay?”
Turning to me, Beverly smiled. “What the fuck, Jeff? It wasn’t an interview. I got the job. I almost peed my pants when Gayle explained my salary and benefits.”
“Did they make you a decent offer?”
“Are you kidding? Jeff, they’re paying me a thousand dollars a week, and I get health care, paid vacation, personal days, and holidays. When I asked Gayle what I would do, she said I would do whatever you wanted me to do as your personal assistant.” Beverly shook her head and chuckled. “But you already knew, didn’t you?”
“It’s what Ellen suggested.” I chuckled. “Now, you can afford to buy more sexy undies.”
“I think my boyfriend has an underwear fetish.”
Reaching over, I put my hand on Beverly’s leg and moved it up to her crotch. “No, I have a Beverly fetish. I happen to like seeing you in frilly undies.”
Beverly pulled her skirt up to her waist, showing me her panties. I ran my fingers over the lacy front panel as she wiggled.
“Your wish is my command.”
We laughed as I drove home, parked in the garage, got out, and went inside. I made a pot of coffee while Beverly excused herself, telling me she needed the bathroom. She returned wearing her bra and panties.
I wrapped my arms around Beverly, put my hands on her butt, pulled her close, and kissed her. “You’re so sexy.”
“I’m happy you think so, Jeff. It makes me feel great when you tell me I’m sexy.” Beverly smiled, pulled back, and put her hands on the waistband of my slacks. “I think someone is overdressed.”
I put my hands on Beverly’s hips as she undid my belt, lowered my zipper, and pushed my slacks down my legs. She knelt on the floor, chuckling as my dick came into view. Once she had removed my pants, she stood up and smiled.
“I don’t get to see you in your undies because you don’t wear any,” Beverly said as she curled her fingers around my cock.
“Do you want me to wear underwear for you? I will if you want me to.”
“If you did, I could undress you. I think you’d look hot in your underwear.”
Beverly and I separated so she could fix our coffee. I went to the bedroom, removed my shirt, and put on a pair of boxer briefs. When I returned to the kitchen, Beverly giggled, got up, moved closer, and rubbed my crotch.
“I was right. You look hot in your undies.”
I kissed Beverly and led her to the island counter. We sat to enjoy our coffee, gazing out the windows at the trees and the lake.
“So, when will you take me shopping for new undies? I have some, but I want to get more for you. Maybe we can find some sexy bikini underwear for you.”
“We can go anytime you want to, Bev. As I said, I don’t usually wear underwear, but I will for you if you want me to.”
Reaching between my legs, Beverly rubbed my cock through my boxer briefs. “You’re so good to me. You don’t have to wear undies if you don’t want to.”
“No problem. I quit wearing underwear because it’s comfortable and to reduce laundry.”
“I’ll do the wash.” Beverly took a sip of her coffee as she continued caressing my cock. “I have a question, Jeff.”
“What do you want to know?”
Removing her hand from between my legs, Beverly twirled her hair around her finger and gazed into my eyes. Her face softened as she took a deep breath. “When I gave you a blowjob, did you really enjoy it? I never did it before and want to know if I did it right.”
I wanted to say something cute to ease her apparent concern, but thought better of it. “Bev, you did fine. Your willingness is what made it so good. Like anything, the more you do it, the better you get. As much as I enjoyed it, I don’t want you to do anything you’re uncomfortable with.”
“It didn’t make me uncomfortable. It was different, but it didn’t make me sick.” She put her hand on my arm. “Jeff, I want to make you as happy as you’re making me.”
“You are, Bev. Having you here with me makes me very happy.”
Shaking her head, Beverly huffed. “Jeffery! Do you like getting blowjobs or not?”
“I love having my cock sucked and everything else regarding sex.”
Beverly grinned. “Then I intend on becoming the best you’ve ever known. If you teach me what you like, I’ll learn to do it for you. As I’ve told you, I don’t have much experience, but I do have fantasies. I’ve read about things and wondered if they were true.”
“Most of what you’ve read about is probably true, Bev. That said, not everything is for everybody. We have to decide what we like and not base our sex on what someone else does.” I leaned closer and kissed Beverly. “Do you want to share some of your fantasies?”