Family Tensions - Sex Stories

Family Tensions

... arose.

How would he deal with it if rejection, in whatever way it came, was to follow in the next few days?

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‘What you’ve produced here is very interesting,’ Margaux told him late in the morning of his second day at work in the cramped admin offices set at one end of the cool storage and bottling area. ‘I’m not good at spreadsheets, but this way of recording and showing production figures against bottled output is a new view…a fresh, younger man’s look.’

She had touched the back of his chair and leaned closer, brushing her fingers over the skin of his neck.

‘It’s something I produced to help you, Margaux.’

She pouted a smile on hearing his obvious devotion to her and the task at hand. ‘I know that. Shall we go and have some lunch just as the others are?’

The staff knew the score, that a nephew was gaining work experience. They had all been told by Louis to answer questions about the business, but not to treat him as if he was the son of the patron. They had seen him before, some of the more loyal employees, so no special favours were to be shown to him.

‘I was working on it last night,’ he went on, ‘ so it would be ready and tested by the time Louis came back.’

‘In his own time,’ she told him.,’ He likes these work trips away.’

‘Away from you…’

‘Yes, so you’ve noticed how he is with me?’

‘Yes, crazy as it is to believe. Perhaps I shouldn’t be saying it?’

‘It’s only the truth,’ she sighed and not for effect but by way of an honest ...

... answer. ‘I heard you come past my bedroom door,’ she now said across the small space between them. Margaux took in his changed appearance. Antoine looked so youthful; his slender face showing the hint of a dark beard to his jawline; the shock of his dark hair in stark contrast to his tan, all of it in keeping with a cream polo shirt and chino slacks; scuffed moccasins on his feet. ‘You could have knocked on my door.’

He looked at her and smiled. ‘I was tempted to, believe me.’

It would have been so easy to do, but it would have been only too predictable…after seeing her through the crack in the door as she undressed for bed and he had lingered. He had wanted to satisfy his curiosity like a peeping tom. He had crept along to his room, laptop in hand, and with his mind crowded with images of her sleek panties and the tumble of her small, pert breasts, revealed after unfastening her bra. He had been transfixed on seeing Margaux stroking her skin to ease the sensation, he thought, of their confinement in her underwear.

Margaux took hold of his arm. ‘You were tempted, but then convention got in the way?’

‘Something like that, yes,’ he nodded, his stilled eyes taking in her look on him. His gaze showed that he had meant what had been said.

Margaux stopped and unlocked the back door to the family home. It was comfortable but by no means palatial, like some owner's houses he had seen. The house had Margaux’s unmistakable touches all around, in every room. He wondered how she ...