Chapter 7: Mistaken Intention

The weekend trips to Reedville were getting easier - not that the family was accepting her yet but at least the hostility was less open. She was still "Miss Sullivan" to almost everyone but at least everyone actually spoke to her now. It was not much but it was a start.

She carried the last load of boxes in from the car and struggled into JD's office with them. He decided to move as much as they could every trip to help everyone get used to the idea that this was his home again. Rachael was not certain she agreed but JD insisted and they had brought several stacks of boxes, storage bags and other non-essentials over that last few trips. She sat heavily on top of a box and sighed wearily.

The house was quiet. Momma was at her bridge game and JD was in Richmond. If anyone else was around, they were most likely at the commercial dock. It gave Rachael a rare quiet moment to relax. She opened the box in front of her. Like most of them, it contained law references. She scowled and reached for another box. After a few, she found a box of fiction, picked one at random and headed across the property to the gazebo. It had become something of a refuge for her - no one used it anymore, so it was overgrown and private. The afternoon was cool but bright. Rachael figured she had a couple hours to sit comfortably and read before the family descended on the house for dinner.

She stretched out on the little wicker loveseat, tickled once again by the classic southern charm of the little room. The paperback was one she had read a few years back - a semi-fictional tell all about a congressional intern and the sexual/political scandals she encountered. Not great literature, Rachael thought around chapter three, but far racier than she remembered. She found her pulse elevating a touch, as the sexual liaison in the senator's office brought back vivid memories of her own trysts with JD in his Washington office. She shivered and wished she had stayed in her own room.

Then she glanced around. She might as well be in her own room - the gazebo was secluded and the rest of the family was out. No one even knew she came here except JD. Rachael bit her lip then lay back down. She had never masturbated in such an open - nearly public - place. If she got caught, she would never hear the end of it. It reminded her of playing with herself as a teen in the shower; always afraid that someone would walk in a catch her.

She reached a hand under her shirt and began teasing her nipples lightly. In short order, they were taut and the book was forgotten on the arm of the sofa above her head. She squeezed and stroked her breast, sighing. It seemed wasteful - an exhibition with no voyeur. She bit her lip again as she realized that she was close to cumming. She wished JD was there.

The thought of his tongue made her shiver, groan, and slid her hand into her jeans. "Oh, yeah, baby," she whispered. She was soaking wet and gasped as she imagined JD's tongue roughly stroking her clit instead of her fingers. In only a moment, she was cumming; groaning and gasping helplessly. "Eat me, honey, oh, god, yes!"

Soft lips touched hers and she smiled as her book was suddenly used as a makeshift blindfold over her eyes. She giggled and groaned as he first sucked her fingers clean then used her hand to replace his holding the book in place. Rachael lifted her hips as he slid her pants and underwear off and pulled her so that her ass rested on the arm of the sofa.

His kisses on her labia were softer than usual but when he opened the lips, he lapped her with an urgency that had her thrashing and screaming with release in short order. She rode the orgasm for several long minutes before she could catch her breath enough to pant, "Fuck me, fuck me, oh god!" His tongue left to be quickly replaced with two fingers and the sound of a belt buckle opening. He slipped just the tip of his cock in for two of three short strokes before slamming his full length in and banging her cervix. Rachael gasped in sudden pain and rapture. She could not remember the last time JD had filled her like this. She love him but really wished he would do this more often - not make love, just a raw, animal fuck. "Deep and hard," she groaned, "Oh god, baby, fuck me like that."

He laughed evilly, "Oh, fuck," It was not JD's voice, "but ain't you hot-n-tight."

In an instant, Rachael's mind went from ecstasy to horror. She dropped the book and stared at the dark hair and young face leering back at her.

Then Wilton came deep inside her. It triggered her own orgasm. She could not deny it - it felt good. It felt right - what she had been missing this last year. It was the only feeling JD could not give her. She moaned as much from guilt as from the unrelenting pleasure flowing through her.

"You bastard!" she hissed when she had breath again.

He pulled out of her slowly, which sent another ripple of guilty pleasure through her, "Why I declare. Miss Sullivan. I had no idea that was you hollorin' and carryin' on." He grinned as he buttoned his fly. "You ought ta be mo' discrete, you know, being as how you engaged to my Daddy an' all."

"You son of a bitch!" she curled into a ball, pulling her shirt down as far as she could over her legs, "How could you? Get the fuck away from me!"

"Oh don't mind me, I'm just passing by. Got me a cruise to work tonight. I'll say this much, Daddy got fine taste in tail." He tried to kiss her but she smacked him hard. He laughed and patted her hip instead, "Now, now, ya lil' ho, don't be actin' all high and mighty with me - you just fucked yo' stepson, Momma."

"JD and Marcus will break you in half when they find out about this." She hissed. She was shaking but it more rage than anything else.

"Oh, sure. You just go on an' tell e'v'body how I found you playin' with yo' pussy and beggin' to be eaten and fucked. You go on an' tell 'em how hard you done cum when I done drilled you like an oil well. I'm sure Daddy'll wanna hear all about how good it felt to ya." He laughed again and opened the door. "Oh, an' tell my Grandmamma, I'll be up fo' Sunday dinner. See you round." He left.

Rachael showered, trying to wash away the sex and rage and guilt. She found herself shaking and sat on the floor of the tub under the spray.

Wilton.

She had not even looked, did not ask, just assumed that her unseen lover was JD and let him take her. More, she had loved the mystery as much as the act. She did not know what upset her more: that her future stepson committed a nonconsensual act against her or that she enjoyed it so much that...

So much that if it were not for JD, she would still be in the gazebo with him, testing his stamina. Does it count as rape if you'd do it again?

Not just cheating. Cheating with his son.

She shook harder.

She loved JD. He was the man that truly loved her and respected her. He made her feel right. Good. Worthy. No one else had done that. Her family had always believed in self-reliance and tough love. Get what you want, don't depend on anyone, and life is hard so suck it up. They were never cruel and really had always helped her whenever she needed it. But JD was kind. JD was supportive. He had noticed her in the secretarial pool and praised her work - suggested that she apply for the full-time position when she was just a summer intern. Then later, he had been honest - not always nice but you knew when you had done something right for him. He had high standards and she had worked hard to meet them, to get his notice first as his secretary, then later she realized she wanted to be more. He had always believed in her even before he loved her. It was so cliché but with him, Rachael honestly knew she could do anything.