Date: Sat, 11 Sep 2021 04:03:00 -0700 From: Marquis King Subject: Paraiso, Part: 1 Categories: Bisexual, Incest, Interracial Author: Marquis King Please donate to Nifty to keep this great website running! This story is fictional and is only meant to be read if you're 18 or older. This will be the last really serious chapter of the story. I just wanted to give the main character an interesting backstory. Please enjoy and drop me an email to let me know what you think. Trigger warning: violence/hate crime Susan opened the door to the room we were borrowing and turned the light on inside. I was practically slapped in the face by the fact that this room belonged to a teenage girl. Every single inch of wall space seemed to be taken up by pictures of young actors and boy bands. And the parts of the wall that didn't have a photo or poster on it, revealed an obnoxiously bright yellow color. At least the bed looked comfortable. "Is it alright? Us taking this room for the night?" I asked Susan. She smiled at me and nodded. "Rachel is staying with a friend tonight, so don't even worry about it." She walked into the room and turned down the blankets for me so I could lay Justice on the edge of the bed and take off her shoes and socks. "I really appreciate this." I mumbled, placing her shoes aside. When I'd called Jacob, I told him I'd fucked up. I fucked up bad and I needed help. And he helped me. Even though I didn't think he would. Said that if I could get my ass to California, to Paraiso, he'd have a job and a place to live lined up. It was too good to believe. Even standing here, in Jacob's house, I still was having trouble believing that I could start a new life here with my daughter, free of the mistakes I'd made in Vegas. And even more unbelievable, that Jacob forgave me. Or maybe he hadn't. "Of course." Susan smiled down at me. "Mommy," Benjamin called from the hallway "Can I sleep with Mr. Cole and Justice tonight?" Susan rolled her eyes and walked out the door, shutting it behind her. Even with the door closed, I could hear her arguing with her children. "Dad?" I started at the sound of Justice's sleepy voice. She'd rolled over on her side and had curled herself into a ball, pressing her face into the mattress. "Where are we?" I leaned down and smoothed her curls back from her face, kissing her on the forehead. "We made it to Paraiso, sweetie. At my friend Jacob's house." Justice murmured something I couldn't quite make out and was already falling back asleep. I smiled down at her as I gently positioned her further up the bed and laid her head on a pillow. Her hair would be a tangled mess in the morning since we didn't tie it back, but I didn't want to wake her. Would she be comfortable sleeping in her jean shorts? Maybe I should take them off her. My hands went to her waist and I began unbuttoning them then pulling them down her thighs. All of a sudden, my eyes were caught at the sight of my daughter's smooth brown thighs that contrasted beautifully with my pale hands resting just above her knees. Her cute little purple panties. Panties that were covering a tiny little snatch. Had I ever seen a slit belonging to a girl so young? I think the youngest had been 11 years old. The same age as Jacob's son, Douglas. The kid had looked entranced by Justice. Had he been aroused by his little daughter? I remembered that Jacob had called her pretty. Did he want her too? Justice stirred on the bud, mumbling something about being cold. I was immediately wracked with guilt and whisked off her shorts quickly before covering her with the covers. I knelt there on the floor, staring in disgust at the bulge of my erection tenting my jeans. For five years I had managed to keep any sexual thoughts of minors out of my head. Especially my own daughter! Five minutes in Jacob's house, and it was like those years of self-discipline and denial never even fucking happened. With a muffled curse, I gripped my balls through my jeans in a vice grip. Gritting my teeth against the pain. Squeezing and squeezing till I felt like I was going to scream in pain and my erection finally went away. I stood on shaky legs, breathing in through my nose and out through my mouth slowly. I really wasn't going to go downstairs for that night cap with Jacob, but after fantasizing about Justice like that... I needed to be out of the room for a minute. Maybe I could lie and say this bed was too hard on my back and I'd prefer the couch. It sounded like something someone my age would say. "I'll be a better man, I promise." I whispered to Justice, who slept on without any the wiser. I turned away from her and shut off the light. I let myself out of the room and closed the door behind me, hearing Susan talking to her little boys as I headed back down the stairs towards the kitchen where I could hear Jacob moving around. Immediately, I was met by the large black furry body of the family dog as he put his paws on my stomach and tried his best to lick wherever he could reach. "Dash!" Jacob called, stomping towards the dog and taking a hold of his collar to pull him off me "Sorry about that man, he can be worse than the kids sometimes." Jacob ordered the dog to go lay down before placing a hand on my shoulder and steering me into the kitchen. "What's your poison tonight, Cole? Tequila? Vodka? Whiskey?" he gestured to a large assortment of liquor bottles stacked on an open shelf in the corner of the spacious kitchen. "Um- I really shouldn't drink. I've got to move me and Justice in the new house tomorrow and meet my future boss. Can't show up with a hangover." I chuckled lamely, finding it hard to maintain eye contact with Jacob as I sat down at the small circular table in the middle of the kitchen. I felt my face flush. Would Jacob be able to tell that I had just been having perverted thoughts about my daughter not too long ago? For a moment, I almost expected him to try and wheedle me into drinking tonight, but he merely nodded and got two glasses and filled them with water from the tap and handed one to me as he sat down across from me at the table. "Here's to new beginnings in Paraiso." Jacob held up his glass and I obligingly clinked mine against his. He watched me with an unreadable expression on his face as I tipped my head back and chugged the water down, trying to keep my thoughts away from all of the memories that just being around Jacob brought up. "Relax man, I won't bite." Jacob chuckled, his wide mouth curling into a knowing smile. His tone of voice told me that he might just come around this table and do just that. Jacob knew I liked being bitten. I shuddered and got up from my chair to walk over to the sink to get more water, suddenly feeling overheated. I tried not to panic as I heard him get up from his chair and walk up behind me. He didn't touch me, but I could feel the heat of his body from behind me. "So, Justice's mother was black?" I stiffened, not expecting Jacob to bring the subject of my daughter up. Fuck, maybe he did know that I had been having a weak moment while tucking her into bed. How, for just a split second, I had wanted to lift up one of her legs and pull her panties to the side so I could see her little slit. I'd never allowed myself to look before. When I gained custody of Justice, she had already been potty trained and I had never given her a bath. Just sat her in a tub and left her in the bathroom by herself with the door open so I could hear she was okay. I had made sure, early on, that she knew how to dress herself so that I couldn't be tempted then either. But I guess all that effort didn't amount to shit because even now I wanted to know if the inner folds of her tiny pussy would be a deep mouth watering pink color, framed by the brown of her skin. Just like her mother's "Yeah," I turned towards Jacob and nodded. "Yeah her mother was black." "Was?" he leaned against the counter next to me, his hip brushing mine. "She died almost two years ago. I was told there'd been a fire where she'd worked and she didn't make it out. Her name was Patience." She had been a few years older than me, smart as a whip, gorgeous as hell, and vivacious. I'd met her when she came down to Vegas for a week for a friend's wedding. I had been invited by someone on the groom's side. I took one look at her across the dance floor and was determined to take her home that night. And a few years later, she managed to track down my home address and sent me a letter with a few pictures of Justice. Asked me if I was willing to give co-parenting a shot. She'd told me she wanted her daughter to know her father. Even offered to move down to Las Vegas so I wouldn't have to come up to Boston. And I just couldn't. I was a piece of shit who worked at a shitty auto mechanic shop just living for my next fuck. Patience didn't know what a fucking slut I was. Didn't know about my kinks, my fantasies. What I'd done and who I'd done it with. I had no business being a father. It ate me up inside that all I had the courage to respond with was a few crumbled up twenty dollar bills. "Sorry to hear that." Jacob's look was pensive as he looked sidelong at me "And you got sole custody? No other family?" I suddenly felt defensive and angry, hearing the unspoken part of his question: `There was nobody other than you?'. I fought those feelings back. Hadn't I asked Child Services the very same thing when I got the phone call after Patience had died? "Her parents had passed away 11 years ago..." I trailed off, squirming under Jacob's gaze and feeling the words trap in my throat. But I suddenly wanted to tell him, my best friend, what I had gone through in the last year and a half. "One of her friends tried to fight me for custody. But my name was on the birth certificate, and there was evidence that I had unofficially been paying child support." I'd sent a letter to Patience every paycheck with any money I could spare "And I guess in Massachusetts that's enough to award custody. The friend couldn't afford a lawyer and..." And I had flown to Boston and met Justice in person. Saw the dark circles under her eyes and the tears on her cheeks, and suddenly I didn't want to have her taken from me. "I know I had no business taking her. But I was selfish and brought her to Las Vegas. Tried to make it work." And failed miserably. "Come on man," Jacob gave me a wry smile, wrapping an arm around me and pulling me into his side "You're not as bad as all that. When Susan told me she was pregnant with Rachel, remember how much I freaked out? I was 16 and had been spending my days knee deep in pussy and ass. You think I was any good at being a dad starting out? Or a husband? Takes practice." I blinked up at him, surprised at his show of comfort and solidarity. And his words. Hadn't he been cheating on Susan since the day they got married? Cheating on her with me and all the people we'd fucked together? "Now, you gonna tell me about this?" Jacob raised his hand to my cheek and brushed his fingers across one of the bruises on my face. "I-" Again, shame trapped the words in my throat, but he was looking at me without judgment and it felt like such a long time since someone other than my daughter had offered me comfort. Once more, I felt the words I'd been holding in come spilling out. "When I found out about Justice, I had tried to straighten up my life. I limited the amounts of time I had sex, and who I had sex with. Made sure they were legal and only women. Then, when I got custody, I went cold turkey and tried to dedicate as much time to Justice as possible." I lowered my head to my hands as shame rolled around in my stomach as I remembered that night three weeks ago. The night I'd pissed it all away on a piece of ass. "I had left Justice with a neighbor and went out with some of the guys from the garage. We went to the bar and I'd had too much to drink. There had been this guy there, spent most of the night eye fucking me." It only made it worse that I couldn't remember what he fucking looked like. "I went to take a piss and I guess he had followed me into the bathroom. Watched me take a piss and then asked if I wanted him to lick my dick clean." And apparently, that's all it took to break my resolve and have me slipping back into my old habits. I don't remember if I said yes or no. I just remember that moment of dread when the door to the bathroom opened and me and that guy hadn't even made it into the stall. Both of our dicks out and hard and there was no mistaking what we had been doing. "One of the boys caught me and I guess he had told everyone at the garage about it. My boss tossed me out on my ass. I tried to get a job at another garage, but word had gotten around. Nobody would hire me." I lapsed into silence, feeling like the worst kind of shit. "What happened next?" Jacob asked, running his hand gently down my back to wrap it around my hip to pull me closer into his side. "I only knew how to fix cars, and I guess nobody wanted a mechanic who was a fag." "None of that now." Jacob squeezed my hip. "I decided I'd go work fast food if I had to. Rent was coming due. I was walking home from the corner store when I was jumped." I couldn't remember that fuck from the bar, but I could remember the look of hate and disgust on the faces of the men that jumped me. I had known one of them from the garage. His name was Walter. I'd met his wife. But he'd looked at me like he wanted to kill me as him and his friends beat the shit out of me behind a dumpster. "Jesus, man." Jacob stepped in front of me and wrapped me up in his arms. I pressed my face to his chest and fought the urge to cry. "I consider myself lucky Justice wasn't with me. They told me they wanted me out of Vegas or they'd kill me and leave me in a ditch. That's when I called you." "I'm glad you kept my number." He whispered, running his hands up and down my back. "I'm so fucking sorry." I said into his chest. Words I should have told him long before this. I felt Jacob place his hands on my shoulders as he moved back from me, looking me in the eye. "Say that again." He told me, his expression uncharacteristically serious. I swallowed the lump in my throat. I owed this to Jacob after all the bullshit I put him through. "I'm sorry Jacob, for what I said, for how I'd left things. For all of it." Jacob pursed his lips together and for one painful moment, I thought he might just tell me to get bent. To get my daughter and get the fuck out. But then he stood a little taller and rolled back his shoulders. I watched as that look slowly came into his eyes. That look that said he was up to no good. "So, you're sorry?" He asked me. I could only nod. "How sorry are you Cole?" his grip tightened on my shoulders. "Because to me, actions speak louder than words." My mind went blank as Jacob slowly pressed his hips forward into mine, pushing the bulge in his boxers into me. "W-what?" I stammered trying to move away, but Jacob had me pinned between his big body and the kitchen counter. "You heard me," Jacob placed his hands back on my hips and slowly rolled them against mine, and even through my jeans, I could feel the heat of his hardening cock. I bit my lip against a moan as I felt my cock twitch in response. "So, do you really want to make it up to me Cole?" Jacob's mouth curved into his signature mischievous smile as he brought his hands down to my ass, squeezing it hard and kneading it through my pants as he gave another sensual roll of his hips. "Y-you're married." Was the only weak excuse my brain could come up with as my heart raced and I fought back the pleasure I was feeling. I tried to remember the promises I'd made to Justice, my mantra of being a better man. But my thoughts kept bouncing around in my head with every roll and press of Jacob's hips. "That didn't bother you in the past." Jacob pouted, one of his hands slipping beneath my shirt to lightly run his fingers against my back, making me shiver. "Because I was a fucking asshole!" I growled, squirming in Jacob's hold. "I'm trying to be better." "What, do you want my permission?" I froze, whipping my head to the side and seeing Susan standing there in the doorway to the kitchen, her hands crossed under her ample breasts. Her pink lips pursed and an eyebrow raised as she looked at me in her husband's arms. "Susan! Fuck, I'm so sorry." I began to try to squirm my way out of Jacob's arms in earnest as his wife slowly walked towards us. But he merely tightened his hold on me and leaned more of his body weight into me till my back was pressing painfully into the counter. "You keep saying you're sorry Cole, but you've yet to prove it." she drawled, the hard look on her face the complete opposite of the warm bubbly woman I'd met only thirty minutes ago. "My husband told you what he wanted from you, so why aren't you on your knees sucking his cock?" I could only gape at her, my mind scrambling to play catch-up to what the fuck was happening. "You- you want me to suck your husband's dick?" I asked her, feeling like I must have stepped into the Twilight Zone because there was no way this was fucking happening right now. "What I want," Susan snapped, glaring at me "Is for you to do what you're fucking told!" I looked from her to Jacob, who merely smiled at me like this was the funniest thing. I suddenly felt both hot and cold, my whole body shivering as lust and nervous tension became a heady mix inside me. I opened and closed my mouth to say something but no sound came out. "Come on Cole," Jacob chuckled, leaning down to talk directly in my ear "We both know that you've already made up your mind on what you want to do." He ran his tongue along my neck and my hips gave an involuntary jerk "If you really didn't want this, you would have pushed me off already." Damnit, he was right. Jacob was a few inches taller than me, but I had a good fifteen pounds of muscle on him. I could have easily got him off me. Or said no. But I was still standing here with his hands rubbing all over my ass and back, his erection continuously moving against my own. I could feel precum dripping from the tip of my dick as my resolve wavered. "J-justice." I gasped, bringing my hands up to grip Jacob's arms. "What, you think you being true to yourself makes you a bad parent?" Jacob laughed as he pulled his head back from my neck and gripped me by the jaw, forcing me to meet his gaze. "Paraiso is the type of place people like you and me can truly be ourselves and still raise a family." Jacob leaned in slowly and with intent, giving me a chance to refuse him. But I didn't want to, I wanted him to kiss me like I wanted my next breath. We might not have seen each other in 5 years, but the way he kissed me? It was like it had always been. Fucking mind blowing. I wrapped my arms around his neck and angled my head so I could deepen the kiss, rolling my tongue against his before sucking on it. Jacob growled into my mouth before pulling away. "This place could really be a paradise. For you and Justice. You just need to reach out and take it." "Really?" I whispered, my mind spinning with arousal and desperation. There's no way what he was saying could possibly be true. What would paradise even look like for someone like me? When I felt the way I did. Wanted the things I wanted. Even with my own daughter. But I needed it to be true. I needed it so badly. "Yeah, really." Jacob's smile spread from ear to ear as he slowly stepped away from me "But you gotta suck this dick first." I stared at him for a moment before glancing down at his hard cock bobbing in his boxers as he took another step back from me. My hands shook as I took a step towards him. "Hold on," Susan stepped in front of me. Shit, I'd almost forgotten she had even been there. "Shirt and jacket off." She demanded. "W-what?" I asked stupidly, unsure of myself. I'd fucked so many people, sometimes 2 or more at once. But I'd never felt so clueless and awkward in my life than that moment as Susan placed her hands on her hips and gave me an exasperated sigh. "Your jacket and shirt. Take them off." She gestured impatiently to my worn brown leather jacket and plain grey t-shirt. "Yeah man," Jacob said, grinning like the fucking Cheshire Cat "If you're in our house, you have to do what me and my wife say." A small thrill went up my spine as I looked back at Susan. The look on her face clearly said `Well what are you waiting for?'. I took my jacket off and gave it to Susan who held her hand out for it, then stripped my t-shirt up over my head and gave that to her too. She stepped back and slowly looked me up and down before she gave me a slow satisfied smile. "You were right Jacob, he really is a beautiful man." I shivered. He'd said that about me to his wife? Was that one of the things he told his kids as well? Now I was wondering again what exactly he had told his family about me. About the things we'd done together. I looked back at him and went to step towards him, but again, Susan stopped me. "No you don't," She put her dainty little hand on my shoulder and applied pressure "On your hands and knees." I looked from her to Jacob, who merely winked at me. Suddenly, I felt Susan dig her nails into the muscles of my shoulder, making me wince. "Hands. And. Knees" She hissed. I sunk down like she told me to and she released her claws from me. "Now, crawl over to him" Licking my lips I kept my eyes locked with Jacob's as I crawled over to him. He ran his tongue along has bottom lip as I came to kneel at his feet, his nostrils flaring. As much as I'd fucked, I hadn't bottomed often. Only a handful of times when I was 17 to an older woman who lived down the street from me. But never had I been so submissive for Jacob. It added a special kind of thrill to it. "Fucking knew you wanted this Cole." Jacob laughed as he lifted his foot and pressed it against the bulge in my jeans. I let out a moan, my hips jerking as I instinctively pressed myself against his foot. Wanting more pressure on my aching cock. "Don't just sit there, moaning like a fucking whore." Susan chastised, stepping up behind me so I was caged between her legs and Jacob's. "You've got work to do." My throat felt suddenly dry as my gaze traveled down from Jacob's face to his dick still trapped in his boxers. It was twitching and I could see a wet stain from his precum. I reached out and gripped his hard shaft through his boxers, slowly stroking him and making out his shape. "Take me out Cole," He ordered putting more pressure onto my cock with his foot, making me wince and hiss in pain "Take me into that hot mouth of yours."