Forbidden Fruit

FORBIDDEN FRUIT

UNEDITED

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Macey

“Mace make sure you straighten up all of those books on the front counter, empty the bins and make sure everyone’s stations are tidy before you lock up tonight.” I sigh as I flick through the pages of the gossip magazine I’m pretending to read. “Yes daddy. I’ll even remember to turn out the lights and lock the doors.” I snap my gum and roll my eyes as I look up at him. He makes it seem like I haven’t been working here alongside him for the past three years.

“Drop the attitude Macey. Ben starts working here in the morning. He might be one of my oldest friends but he’s also one of the most talented tattooists in the country. We can’t have him showing up to a dirty shop.”

I chuckle as I watch my dad run his left hand through his slightly graying hair. I have no idea why he’s freaking out so much, but I find it hilarious.

“Daddy, you and I both know the uncle Ben isn’t going to care what state the shop is in. He’ll just be happy to be home and working with you again.” I place my magazine down on the front counter as stand up. I make my way around to dad and place my hand on his cheek. “Go on home Dad. I’ll be home in an hour and we can kick back with a few beers and watch reruns of last nights Pats game.”

“Very funny kid. We’ll watch the game and I’ll drink the beer. I’ll make sure there’s a few sodas in the fridge for you. I’ll order a pizza, it’ll be waiting for you when you get home.” Dad pulls me in and places a gentleman kiss to my forehead. “See you at home, baby.” With one last squeeze he let’s me go and walks to the front door yelling out to Jason something about getting off his lazy ass and helping me lock up the shop.

I chuckle and quickly busy myself tidying up so I can get out of here. We don’t have any clients in so we should be out of here early for a change.

BEN

I let out one final breath and reach for the door handle of Forbidden Fruit and let myself in. I’m half an hour early but I couldn’t sit at home staring at the bare, white walls any longer. Truthfully, I was anxious to see Saul. It’s been fifteen years since we’ve been in the same room. We’ve kept in touch with phone calls and emails but it’ll be nice to spend some real time with him and his daughter Macey. She was four years old with short blonde pigtails the last time I saw her. She used to call me uncle Ben and follow me around like a lost puppy.

Shaking my head, I make my way to the front counter, I know for sure Saul won’t be in yet, he never could get his ass up out of bed and moving before 10am. It amazes me how he ever managed to raise Macey on his own.

As I lean across the counter, I’m greeted with a tight round ass bent over. I follow the short, barely there cutoffs, down long, lean tan legs that seen to go on forever. My dick twitches behind my zipper as my eyes follow those perfectly tanned legs back up to those sinful shorts. I can’t help but picture what it would be like to have those legs wrapped around my waist as I drive into her tight wet pussy.

I clear my throat as I try to adjust my aching cock, I don’t normally mix business with pleasure, but if the top half of this body is as perfect as the bottom, I’ll have no problem bending my own rules once or twice.

My throat clearing gets the attention of the goodness bending over in front of me. Her head snaps up and collects the edge of the desk she’s standing near. “Fuck. Fuck, fuck. Ow fuck.” I chuckle at the mystery goddesses outburst. As she straightens, my eyes zero in on her ample cleavage that is barely contained behind the taunt, black fabric of her tank top.

A booming voice from the back of the shop brings a smile to my face. That smile soon falters when I realise the tight, round ass I’ve been checking out for the last several minutes belongs to my best friends daughter.

MACEY

Dad wasn’t surprised when I was waiting for him in his truck this morning. It’s a big day for him today. Neither of us had seen Ben for fifteen years. Sure, Ben and my dad had kept in contact, but I knew dad was kind of nervous about today. It was supposed to be my day off, but I wanted to be by my daddy’s side when he was reunited with his best friend.

I was bent over trying to find some paperwork for dad when a throat clearing behind me startled me. I went to stand up to fast and collected my head on my desk, “fuck, fuck, fuck. Ow fuck.” Dad hates any of us swearing in the front of the shop, especially when there are customers around, like the one who just cleared his throat.

“Macey, language. Jesus Christ, how many times to we need to go over this shit?” Dad’s booming voice calls as he rounds the corner from his office. “Well fuck me.” I turn to chastise dad for his use of language but I’m cut short when I see him in one of those weird man hug things. I’m guessing this is the guy who cleared his throat a few minutes ago.

I lean back against the desk and cross my arms across my chest, watching dad and who I now know is Ben, take each other in and catch up.

I don’t remember much about Ben, I was four the last time I saw him. But looking at him now, he’s exactly my type.

Ben’s tall, at least 6”5, his long, dark brown hair is pulled into a low bun at the base of his neck, he has a full beard that I want nothing more than to run my fingers through. His voice is deep, almost husky, like he’s been sipping on nothing but straight whiskey for years. I wonder what that voice would sound like deep in the moment, wrapped between the sheets. The thought of that sends a jolt down my spine and lands right in my core. I can feel myself getting wet so I squeeze my thighs together to try and ease the discomfort. If anything it does the opposite.

Dad calls me over to introduce me properly to Ben. I bring my bottom lip between my teeth as I take him all in. I see he looking at me too. Dad’s saying something but I don’t hear anything. I’m too busy thinking up away to get into Ben’s bed.

BEN

To say I love being home and working with Saul is an understatement. I’ve been working full time at Forbidden Fruit for almost six weeks now. I’ve established a steady customer base and already have people booking weeks in advance to get tattooed by me.

I’m running through aftercare instructions with my final client of the day when Macey’s head pops around the door to my station.

“Hey Benny, you almost finished up in here? It’s closing time.” I hate when she calls me Benny and she fucking knows it.

“Sure thing Mace. Cale, if you just follow Macey up front she’ll fix you up and you can be on your way.” Macey throws a wink over her shoulder before darting if back to the front desk. The kid is so light on her feet, half the time I never know she’s behind me. “Man, I don’t know how you work with that every day, but I’d have her bent over my chair every night before I left.”

“If you want back in my chair, Cale, you’ll apologize for saying that and get out of here. That’s my god damn niece you idiot.”

“Sorry man, I meant no offense.” Cale grabs his bag and bails.

He has no idea how many times I’ve gone home and taken a shower, thinking about having Macey in that exact position he just mentioned.

MACEY

Eight weeks of wearing the skimpiest outfits to work and flirting my ass off with Ben has gotten me absolutely fucking no where. Until now. It’s a Wednesday afternoon and we’re the only two people in the shop.

I’ve already flipped the sign on the front door to closed and locked up. Ben’s been in the lunchroom grabbing a late lunch while I’ve been getting ready for our afternoon alone.

I do one last check in the floor length mirror that I have the stencil right where I want it before I call out to Ben. “Benny, your four o’clock is here.” I know he hates when I call him Benny but I do it anyway.

My shorts are folded on the red chair in the corner and I’m positioned facing the window so I can people watch while I wait for Ben to make is way to me.

Dad has done an amazing job setting up Forbidden Fruit. Not only has he raised me on his own since he was eighteen, he’s built this business from the ground to. Unlike other tattoo shops, each tattoo artist has there own room to work from. The four of us that work here all have street facing rooms, Dad did some cool thing with the windows so we can see out but no one can see in. He thought that being able to see what’s going on outside would be a good distraction for our clients, especially those who are booked in for larger pieces and can be here for hours on end.

I’m pulled from my thoughts when I hear Ben making down the hall, his heavy boots clunk against the tiled floor as he approaches. I wiggle down on the chair so I’m more comfortable before he reaches the door.

My breath catches in my throat when I see Ben frozen in the door frame. His broad shoulders take up most of the doorway. His hair is free from the usual bun, fanning around his face, he looks like a sexy lumberjack in his red and black flannel, I’d love nothing more to help him clean his axe or climb his wood.

“What the fuck are you doing, kid? And where in the fucking hell are your pants?” Ben looks anywhere but at me as he runs his hair over his delicious beard.I knew only wearing a thong and my tank might be a risk, but it’s too late to back out now.

“I’m your four o’clock.” I say, as if that isn’t already obvious. No one else is here.

“Na uh kid. Not happening. Get to and out your pants on.”

“I’ve already got the stencil on my thigh. I’ve set your gun up the way you like and the ink it already.” I wave my hand around so he knows I’m telling the truth. “If you really don’t want to do it, I guess I’ll just do it myself.” I bite on my bottom lip for good measure, I’ve seen his heated glazes when I’ve done it before.

Releasing a sigh, Ben pulls the hair tie from his left wrist and pulls his hair back. He leans across me to pull out a pair of gloves and I shamelessly lean into him get get a sniff of his scent. He smells devine, a mixture of sandalwood and what I’m guessing is his natural, Ben smell. It’s delicious and it takes everything in me lay back and not run my tongue along his neck.

Once his gloves are on, he takes a good look at the stencil I’ve placed on my thigh. “You sure about this?” He questions. “ Yeah, Benny I’m sure. I’ve been wanting this for a long time.” He doesn’t say anything, just picks up his tattoo gun, giving it a once over to make sure I have, indeed, set it up the way he likes. The gentle buzzing sound hums as he dips the needle into the black ink so he can start the outline. I lean further into the chair as I let the hum of the tattoo gun lull me into a peaceful sleep.

BEN

To say I was stunned to find Macey lying half naked in my station is an understatement. It was almost impossible to keep my cock from busting out of my zipper when my eyes landed on her barely there, black thong. I didn’t protest as hard as I probably should have, and it wasn’t long before my hands we’re caressing her thigh, tattooing a unicorn laying on a cloud on to her skin. A fucking unicorn. I don’t get why she picked the unicorn, especially when her arms are fully sleeved with Marvel and DC characters.

I go to ask her about her choice, but she’s passed out. I’ve barely down a handful of lines and she’s out for the count. I take a minute to study her soft, facial features. She looks so young and nothing like the ball buster who keeps everyone here at the shop in line every day.

I shake my head and force myself to concentrate on at the task at hand. The design is fairly detailed so it’ll take me an hour or two to get it done. Reaching over, I then on the radio and loose myself to the sound of my tattoo gun and Avenged Sevenfold blasting through my speakers.

Just under two hours later and the smoking unicorn who is flipping the bird is finally done. I didn’t notice those little details when I first started the tattoo but it definitely fits, Macey’s take no shit personality.

I’m giving the artwork one last wipe over when Macey shifts. I’m now face to face with her pussy. I look up to see she’s still sleeping. Against my better judgement, I lean in just a little closer. Her thong barely covers her and can see she’s bare under the thin piece of fabric. My dick hardens on my jeans as my nose hits her publc bone. I know this is wrong, but I can smell her arousal and I want nothing more to bury my face under her panties and get a taste.

“Ben?” Fuck. Her voice snaps me out of my stupor and I slide back on my stool until my back hits the far wall. “Ben, come back over. I liked having you close to me.” I shake my head no, but I’m sat frozen as she swings her legs over the side of the chair to stand. When she’s on her feet, she slowly lifts her tank top over her head so she’s standing before my in only her thong. Her perky tits are uncovered and bounce as she throws her tank in my direction. My tongue pokes out and licks my bottom lip. She’s a fucking vision. My cock hardens against my jeans, and I palm it through the demin to try and find some relief.

The phone ringing at the front desk pulls me from the magical spell she has me under, I scoop up her top from the floor, tossing it in her direction. “Put your tucking clothes on Macey.” I push to from my stool and grip my hair in my hand as I make my way to the front of the shop to answer the phone.

MACEY

Ben has gone out of his way to avoid me since last Wednesday afternoon. I thought I was dreaming when I woke up and his mouth hovering above my pussy. I wish now that I didn’t say anything. If he thought I was still sleeping would have make out his mouth on me? A part of me thinks he would have.

I can’t handle the avoidance any longer, I finish up with my last client of the day and head back into the break room for a glass of water. I’m off in my own little world and don’t notice Ben until I hear him speaking into his phone.

Deciding this is the perfect time to make my move, I quietly close the door, making sure I lock it without making any noise while Ben’s back is still turned to me. Whoever he’s speaking to is pissing him off. “Jesus Christ Katani, we are done. Do you hear me? Done.” Ben roughly runs his hand through his long, shaggy hair. I love when he has it tied back, but when he has it out and is running his fingers through his locks, like he is now, it makes my knees weak and my insides quiver. I walk up behind him and wrap my arms tightly around his waist. I feel his body go rigid at my touch. He looks over his shoulder to see its me and relaxes ever so slightly. That’s the green light to go ahead with my next move. I run my fingers across the hard plains of his stomach and up to his even harder pecs. My fingers trace patterns over his shirt covered hardness. My fingers walk themselves down his waist, along the top of his low slung jeans. I test him even further when my index finger slips under the waistband of his jeans. His sharp intake of breath startles me. I go to pull my hand back, but he surprises me by wrapping his large, calloused fingers around my wrist, holding my hand firmly in place. He’s still on the phone, barely listening to whoever this Katani person is.

I untangle myself from Ben’s back and swiftly move in front of him and drop to my knees. He raises his dark eyebrow at me but doesn’t stop me. I make quick work of undoing the button and carefully slide down his zipper. I free him from his jeans and boxer briefs and take him in my palm.

He’s huge. My hand barely closes around his broad girth. I run my palm up and down his length and stare at the piercing at the end of his cock. It’s glicening with a drop of pre come. I dart out my tongue to lick it up. Ben sucks in a sharp breath between his teeth and disconnects his phone call.

My lips wrap around his hard length, I flick my tongue over his piercing before taking him to the back of my throat in one movement. Ben’s fingers tangle into my hair, guiding me up and done his cock. I suck and lick up and down, over and over again as Ben thrusts a punishing rhythm into my greedy mouth. My hands massage his balls, causing him to groan, long and low in his throat.

His hand taps my shoulder, “I’m coming”, he goes to pull out of my mouth but I dig my nails into his ass, taking him as deep as I can. Warm bursts of come shoot into my mouth and I don’t let up until I’ve sucked him dry.

Tap, tap, tap. Light knocking on the door pulls us both from the spell we are under. “Yo B, you in there? It’s time for that beer.” Dad’s voice is like a bucket of cold water tipped over my head. Ben quickly tucks himself away and straightens his clothes. He surprises me when he places his fingers under my chin to lift my head, he places a soft peck on my lips before instructing my to hide in the corner while he goes to open the door.

“Yeah man, sorry, I had to take a phone call from the devil. You know how that goes.” Ben tries to keep his voice light as he opens the door and ducks out into the hall with my dad.

BEN

I’ve been fooling around with Macey for several weeks now. Ever since that afternoon at the shop where she sucked me dry we’ve been sneaking kisses behind her dads back. I feel like fucking shit, but not enough to stay away from her.

Like tonight, I passed up a night of beers and football with Saul and the guys to follow Macey to a dance club just outside of town like a love struck fool. This isn’t my scene, but each day that passes, I find it harder and harder to stay away from her.

I bring my beer bottle to my lips and take a long sip as I watch her effortlessly move her body to the beat of the music. Her long black hair is in loose waves hanging down her back, moving on a fluid motion with each shake of her delicate hips. My eyes roam down to curve of her ass and down those long, tan legs I’ve become so fond of.

Her head tips back in laughter as she pushes some random guy away from her and keeps dancing on her own. He comes back in and places his hands on her hips, pulling her body into his. I see red when she tries to pull away but his grip tightens.

Without thinking twice, I slam my beer bottle onto the bar and make my way across the dance floor until I’m grabbing the guys shirt and pulling him away from Macey.

“You don’t put your hands on my woman. Do you hear me?” My body is almost shaking I’m so overcome with anger from seeing his slimy hands all over Macey’s body. He raises his hands and backs away into the crowded dance floor. Pussy.

“Your woman huh?” Macey smirks at me while placing her hands on my slim hips. Without hesitation, I reach down to entwine our fingers and pull her through the crowd. There has to be somewhere quiet in this place. I’m going to show her just how true that statement was. Macey’s grips onto my fingers as I pull her through the crowd of dancing bodies, trying to find a quiet spot. I see a door marked staff only and figure that will do.

Once we reach the door, I test to see if the door is unlocked, to my surprise it is, so I pull Macey inside and shut the door by slamming her back up against it and smashing our lips together. I inhale her moans and she wiggles against me. My hands grip her thighs, lifting her so she wraps her legs around my waist. My left hand firmly holds her in place while my right hand fights between us, finds its way to her naked, wet pussy.

“No panties? You are a dirty little girl.” Her hips buck into me as I run my fingers up and down her slick folds. She groans as I tease her aching cunt before finally slipping two fingers inside her.

Her moans get louder as I work her over, sliding my slick fingers in and out of her pussy and rubbing my palm over clit. Her legs tighten around me as she rides my hand, bringing herself closer to orgasm. I don’t let her get off though, instead I pull my fingers from her pussy and stick them into my mouth groan as the taste of her hits my tongue. “Fucking delicious”, I tell her before molding our mouths together once more. With skilled fingers, Macey reaches between, freeing my cock and guiding it straight into her hungry cunt. My fingers dip so hard into her hips, she’ll be bruised tomorrow. I set a punishing pace. Slamming into her. Macey rocks into with just as much force.

The small room is filled with the scent of our sex and sweat. I feel Macey tightening around my cock and I know she’s close. I grind my hips hard into hips and it sets her over the edge. I have to put my hand over her mouth to keep her quiet as her hot, tight cunt milks me of my own release.

We hold onto one another, trying to catch our breaths before I pull out my still semi hard cock from her and place her feet on the ground.

I watch in awe as my come starts to drip down her legs and she uses a finger to push my come back inside of herself before licking her finger clean.

I grab her by her hair and pull her to me, kissing her until me are once again breathless.

“You’re coming home with me. I’ll go grab me car. Meet me out front after you clean yourself up.” I don’t risk looking back at her. I just walk around her before let myself out of the small room. It’s a dick move but I’m overcome with guilt from what we’ve just done. I need a few minutes to get my thoughts in line before she meets me outside.

BEN

Saul called me around for a few drinks. It’s been months since we’ve sat back and hungout. I’ve been so wrapped in all this Macey I’ve neglected my friend.

We’re sitting on his back deck when Macey pokes her head out the door and announces she’s going out to see some friends. I know damn well she’s going to use the spare key I gave her and wait for me at my place. We say goodbye to her and Saul watches her go, a far away look in his eyes.

“She’s seeing someone.” Saul’s comment makes no sense to me, I have no idea what he’s talking about. “You’re gonna have to be a little more specific buddy. Who’s she? And why does this have you trying to strangle that beer bottle in your hand?” Saul’s grip loosens as he brings the bottle back to his lips and downing the last half of his beer.

“Macey, man. She’s seeing someone. She’s been out until all hours of the night. She’s my little girl, Ben. I know she’s a woman now and all that shit I don’t want to think about. But this one means something to her. Normally she tells me all about this stuff and she’s not telling me anything.”

I feel the color draining from my face and I clear my throat and reach for my beer. I try to buy myself time and down the whole thing in one swig. I know she’s seeing someone. That someone is me. But I can’t tell Saul that. Not right now. I don’t even know what this thing between Macey and I is.

Saul runs his hand through his hair. I can tell this is upsetting him. I hate that I’m half of the reason for his troubles.

But how do you tell the guy who’s been your best friend for more than half hour life that you’re the one fucking his daughter?

“Na, I don’t think so man. She’s young. She’s just out there enjoying herself. You just don’t remember because at her age, you were at home with a baby.” I do my best to convince him he’s wrong but he’s not buying it.

“Na. Whoever she’s spending her time with is important to her. Important enough that she’s keeping him a secret.” Saul’s hand clamps down on my shoulder as he excuses himself inside to go grab more beers.

I exhale a deep breath and look out over his backyard. I should do the right thing by my friend and end this thing with Macey. But I’m too far gone to let her go. I think I might actually love her.

BEN

SIX MONTHS LATER

We’re laying in bed snuggled under the mountain of blankets Macey has piled on top of us. We’re at her place for once because Saul is out of town visiting family, Macey stayed behind because she was feeling sick. Or so he thinks. Our naked bodies fit perfectly together, like two pieces of a puzzle. I’m mindlessly running my fingers through her long, black hair, when she softly speaks.

“Ben?”

“Yeah baby?”, I can tell by the tone of her voice something is troubling her.

“Dad’s going to hate both of us when he finds out isn’t he?” I stop running my hands through her hair and shift so I’m hovering over her, my body weight resting on my forearms as I stare into her tear filled eyes.

I gently place my lips on hers in a soft peck. When I pull back, I run my thumb under her eye to catch the lone tear that has fallen.

“He won’t hate you baby, he’ll be disappointed in you. But he could never, ever hate you. You’re his whole world Macey. Me on the other hand, he’s going to hate me. But it doesn’t matter. If I wasn’t such a selfish man I’d let you go so he’d never have to find out about us.”

Her tears are flowing freely now but I don’t break eye contact with her. “I love you Macey. Whatever happens when we tell how about us, I love you. We’ll get through this. Together.”

Her hands join behind my neck bringing my mouth down to hers. We’re a combination of teeth, tongue and lips as our kiss turns heated with on seconds. She wiggles underneath me and I know what she wants. I don’t disappoint and line us up and sink straight into her welcoming pussy.

She moans into my mouth as we find a steady rhythm rocking into each other. Our lips never separate as we make love to each other for the first time.

My left hand lifts her leg and hooks it over my hip so my cock hits her g spot.

“Oh Ben, yes. I’m almost there.” Macey’s nails dig into my back as I pump into her harder and harder. I’m on the brink of blowing my load but I won’t come until Macey does.

“What the fuck are you doing to my daughter?” I freeze mid stroke when I hear Saul’s voice coming from the doorway behind us. Fuck.

I scamper off the bed making sure Macey is cover completely before looking at my best friend. His eyes are filled with hatred. I hate that I’ve put that look there. Again.

“You don’t even have the commonsense to wrap it before sticking it in my fucking daughter?” I look down and see that Saul is right. Once again we’ve gotten carried away and forgotten protection.

“Saul, why don’t you give us a minute to get dressed and we can talk this out.” He steps into me so that we are nose to nose and I know that that’s the wrong thing to say to him.

“Give you a minute? You have got to be fucking shitting me. Get dressed and get the fuck out. Take your whore with you.” I know Saul is upset by walking in on me fucking his daughter but saying that about her isn’t going to fly with me.

“That’s your fucking daughter, not some whore of the street. Show some fucking respect.” Saul pushes me back and I fall onto the bed. If he’s looking for a fight from me he won’t get one. I know I’ve fucked up.

“Nothing like keeping it in the family, right man? My wife wasn’t enough so you had to fuck my daughter too? Unbelievable. And too think I thought our friendship meant something to you.” I hang my head in shame. He’s right. I’m a complete fuck up.

“Ben, what’s he talking about?” Macey’s tear filled eyes search mine for answers. Answers I don’t have right now.

“Oh you didn’t know? Ask him why your mom left Mace. Better yet, I’ll tell you. I caught your man here fucking around with your mom. Katani swore it was only the one time but I knew better. I kicked her ass out and lover boy followed not long after. Guess he left out that minor detail.

“Saul enough. Get the fuck out.” The bastard finally listens and leaves Macey’s room. I’m scared to look at her. Her crying fills the room and my heart shatters. I never meant for her to find out this way. I was going to tell her. I just didn’t know how.

FORBIDDEN FRUIT

Macey

“Mace make sure you straighten up all of those books on the front counter, empty the bins and make sure everyone’s stations are tidy before you lock up tonight.” I sigh as I flick through the pages of the gossip magazine I’m pretending to read. “Yes daddy. I’ll even remember to turn out the lights and lock the doors.” I snap my gum and roll my eyes as I look up at him. He makes it seem like I haven’t been working here alongside him for the past three years.

“Drop the attitude Macey. Ben starts working here in the morning. He might be one of my oldest friends but he’s also one of the most talented tattooists in the country. We can’t have him showing up to a dirty shop.”

I chuckle as I watch my dad run his left hand through his slightly graying hair. I have no idea why he’s freaking out so much, but I find it hilarious.

“Daddy, you and I both know that uncle Ben isn’t going to care what state the shop is in. He’ll just be happy to be home and working with you again.” I place my magazine down on the front counter as stand up. I make my way around to dad and place my hand on his cheek. “Go on home Dad. I’ll be home in an hour and we can kick back with a few beers and watch reruns of last nights Pats game.”

“Very funny kid. We’ll watch the game and I’ll drink the beer. I’ll make sure there’s a few sodas in the fridge for you. I’ll order a pizza, it’ll be waiting for you when you get home.” Dad pulls me in and places a gentleman’s kiss to my forehead. “See you at home, baby.” With one last squeeze he let’s me go and walks to the front door yelling out to Jason something about getting off his lazy ass and helping me lock up the shop.

I chuckle and quickly busy myself tidying up so I can get out of here. We don’t have any clients in so we should be out of here early for a change.

BEN

I let out one final breath and reach for the door handle of Forbidden Fruit and let myself in. I’m half an hour early but I couldn’t sit at home staring at the bare, white walls any longer. Truthfully, I was anxious to see Saul. It’s been fifteen years since we’ve been in the same room. We’ve kept in touch with phone calls and emails but it’ll be nice to spend some real time with him and his daughter Macey. She was four years old with short blonde pigtails the last time I saw her. She used to call me uncle Ben and follow me around like a lost puppy.

Shaking my head, I make my way to the front counter, I know for sure Saul won’t be in yet, he never could get his ass up out of bed and moving before 10am. It amazes me how he ever managed to raise Macey on his own.

As I lean across the counter, I’m greeted with a tight round ass bent over. I follow the short, barely there cutoffs, down long, lean tan legs that seem to go on forever. My dick twitches behind my zipper as my eyes follow those perfectly tanned legs back up to those sinful shorts. I can’t help but picture what it would be like to have those legs wrapped around my waist as I drive into her tight wet pussy.

I clear my throat as I try to adjust my aching cock, I don’t normally mix business with pleasure, but if the top half of this body is as perfect as the bottom, I’ll have no problem bending my own rules once or twice.

My throat clearing gets the attention of the goodness bending over in front of me. Her head snaps up and collects the edge of the desk she’s standing near. “Fuck. Fuck, fuck. Ow fuck.” I chuckle at the mystery goddesses outburst. As she straightens, my eyes zero in on her ample cleavage that is barely contained behind the taunt, black fabric of her tank top.

A booming voice from the back of the shop brings a smile to my face. That smile soon falters when I realise the tight, round ass I’ve been checking out for the last several minutes belongs to my best friends daughter.

MACEY

Dad wasn’t surprised when I was waiting for him in his truck this morning. It’s a big day for him today. Neither of us had seen Ben for fifteen years. Sure, Ben and my dad had kept in contact, but I knew dad was kind of nervous about today. It was supposed to be my day off, but I wanted to be by my daddy’s side when he was reunited with his best friend.

I was bent over trying to find some paperwork for dad when a throat clearing behind me startled me. I went to stand up to fast and collected my head on my desk, “fuck, fuck, fuck. Ow fuck.” Dad hates any of us swearing in the front of the shop, especially when there are customers around, like the one who just cleared his throat.

“Macey, language. Jesus Christ, how many times do we need to go over this shit?” Dad’s booming voice calls as he rounds the corner from his office. “Well fuck me.” I turn to chastise dad for his use of language but I’m cut short when I see him in one of those weird man hug things. I’m guessing this is the guy who cleared his throat a few minutes ago.

I lean back against the desk and cross my arms across my chest, watching dad and who I now know is Ben, take each other in and catch up.

I don’t remember much about Ben, I was four the last time I saw him. But looking at him now, he’s exactly my type.

Ben’s tall, at least 6”5, his long, dark brown hair is pulled into a low bun at the base of his neck, he has a full beard that I want nothing more than to run my fingers through. His voice is deep, almost husky, like he’s been sipping on nothing but straight whiskey for years. I wonder what that voice would sound like deep in the moment, wrapped between the sheets. The thought of that sends a jolt down my spine and lands right in my core. I can feel myself getting wet so I squeeze my thighs together to try and ease the discomfort. If anything it does the opposite.

Dad calls me over to introduce me properly to Ben. I bring my bottom lip between my teeth as I take him all in. I see him looking at me too. Dad’s saying something but I don’t hear anything. I’m too busy thinking up away to get into Ben’s bed.

BEN

To say I love being home and working with Saul is an understatement. I’ve been working full time at Forbidden Fruit for almost six weeks now. I’ve established a steady customer base and already have people booking weeks in advance to get tattooed by me.

I’m running through aftercare instructions with my final client of the day when Macey’s head pops around the door to my station.

“Hey Benny, you almost finished up in here? It’s closing time.” I hate when she calls me Benny and she fucking knows it.

“Sure thing Mace. Cale, if you just follow Macey up front she’ll fix you up and you can be on your way.” Macey throws a wink over her shoulder before darting off, back to the front desk. The kid is so light on her feet, half the time I never know she’s behind me. “Man, I don’t know how you work with that every day, but I’d have her bent over my chair every night before I left.”

“If you want back in my chair, Cale, you’ll apologize for saying that and get out of here. That’s my god damn niece you idiot.”

“Sorry man, I meant no offense.” Cale grabs his bag and bails.

He has no idea how many times I’ve gone home and taken a shower, thinking about having Macey in that exact position he just mentioned.

MACEY

Eight weeks of wearing the skimpiest outfits to work and flirting my ass off with Ben has gotten me absolutely fucking nowhere. Until now. It’s a Wednesday afternoon and we’re the only two people in the shop.

I’ve already flipped the sign on the front door to closed and locked up. Ben’s been in the lunchroom grabbing a late lunch while I’ve been getting ready for our afternoon alone.

I do one last check in the floor length mirror that I have the stencil right where I want it before I call out to Ben. “Benny, your four o’clock is here.” I know he hates when I call him Benny but I do it anyway.

My shorts are folded on the red chair in the corner and I’m positioned facing the window so I can people watch while I wait for Ben to make his way to me.

Dad has done an amazing job setting up Forbidden Fruit. Not only has he raised me on his own since he was eighteen, he’s built this business from the ground up. Unlike other tattoo shops, each tattoo artist has there own room to work from. The four of us that work here all have street facing rooms, Dad did some cool thing with the windows so we can see out but no one can see in. He thought that being able to see what’s going on outside would be a good distraction for our clients, especially those who are booked in for larger pieces and can be here for hours on end.

I’m pulled from my thoughts when I hear Ben making his way down the hall, his heavy boots clunk against the tiled floor as he approaches. I wiggle down on the chair so I’m more comfortable before he reaches the door.

My breath catches in my throat when I see Ben frozen in the door frame. His broad shoulders take up most of the doorway. His hair is free from the usual bun, fanning around his face, he looks like a sexy lumberjack in his red and black flannel, I’d love nothing more then to help him clean his axe or climb his wood.

“What the fuck are you doing, kid? And where in the fucking hell are your pants?” Ben looks anywhere but at me as he runs his hair over his delicious beard.I knew only wearing a thong and my tank might be a risk, but it’s too late to back out now.

“I’m your four o’clock.” I say, as if that isn’t already obvious. No one else is here.

“Na uh kid. Not happening. Get up and put your pants on.”

“I’ve already got the stencil on my thigh. I’ve set your gun up the way you like and the ink in it already.” I wave my hand around so he knows I’m telling the truth. “If you really don’t want to do it, I guess I’ll just do it myself.” I bite on my bottom lip for good measure, I’ve seen his heated glazes when I’ve done it before.

Releasing a sigh, Ben pulls the hair tie from his left wrist and pulls his hair back. He leans across me to pull out a pair of gloves and I shamelessly lean into him get a sniff of his scent. He smells devine, a mixture of sandalwood and what I’m guessing is his natural, Ben smell. It’s delicious and it takes everything in me to lay back and not run my tongue along his neck.

Once his gloves are on, he takes a good look at the stencil I’ve placed on my thigh. “You sure about this?” He questions. “ Yeah, Benny I’m sure. I’ve been wanting this for a long time.” He doesn’t say anything, just picks up his tattoo gun, giving it a once over to make sure I have, indeed, set it up the way he likes. The gentle buzzing sound hums as he dips the needle into the black ink so he can start the outline. I lean further into the chair as I let the hum of the tattoo gun lull me into a peaceful sleep.

BEN

To say I was stunned to find Macey lying half naked in my station is an understatement. It was almost impossible to keep my cock from busting out of my zipper when my eyes landed on her barely there, black thong. I didn’t protest as hard as I probably should have, and it wasn’t long before my hands we’re caressing her thigh, tattooing a unicorn laying on a cloud on to her skin. A fucking unicorn. I don’t get why she picked the unicorn, especially when her arms are fully sleeved with Marvel and DC characters.

I go to ask her about her choice, but she’s passed out. I’ve barely done a handful of lines and she’s out for the count. I take a minute to study her soft, facial features. She looks so young and nothing like the ball buster who keeps everyone here at the shop in line every day.

I shake my head and force myself to concentrate on the task at hand. The design is fairly detailed so it’ll take me an hour or two to get it done. Reaching over, I then on the radio and loose myself to the sound of my tattoo gun and Avenged Sevenfold blasting through my speakers.

Just under two hours later and the smoking unicorn who is flipping the bird is finally done. I didn’t notice those little details when I first started the tattoo but it definitely fits, Macey’s take no shit personality.

I’m giving the artwork one last wipe over when Macey shifts. I’m now face to face with her pussy. I look up to see she’s still sleeping. Against my better judgement, I lean in just a little closer. Her thong barely covers her and can see she’s bare under the thin piece of fabric. My dick hardens on my jeans as my nose hits her publc bone. I know this is wrong, but I can smell her arousal and I want nothing more then, to bury my face under her panties and get a taste.

“Ben?” Fuck. Her voice snaps me out of my stupor and I slide back on my stool until my back hits the far wall. “Ben, come back over. I liked having you close to me.” I shake my head no, but I’m sat frozen as she swings her legs over the side of the chair to stand. When she’s on her feet, she slowly lifts her tank top over her head so she’s standing before me in only her thong. Her perky tits are uncovered and bounce as she throws her tank in my direction. My tongue pokes out and licks my bottom lip. She’s a fucking vision. My cock hardens against my jeans, and I palm it through the demin to try and find some relief.

The phone ringing at the front desk pulls me from the magical spell she has me under, I scoop up her top from the floor, tossing it in her direction. “Put your fucking clothes on Macey.” I push from my stool and grip my hair in my hand as I make my way to the front of the shop to answer the phone.

MACEY

Ben has gone out of his way to avoid me since last Wednesday afternoon. I thought I was dreaming when I woke up and his mouth hovering above my pussy. I wish now that I didn’t say anything. If he thought I was still sleeping would he have put his mouth on me? A part of me thinks he would have.

I can’t handle the avoidance any longer, I finish up with my last client of the day and head back into the break room for a glass of water. I’m off in my own little world and don’t notice Ben until I hear him speaking into his phone.

Deciding this is the perfect time to make my move, I quietly close the door, making sure I lock it without making any noise while Ben’s back is still turned to me. Whoever he’s speaking to is pissing him off. “Jesus Christ Katani, we are done. Do you hear me? Done.” Ben roughly runs his hand through his long, shaggy hair. I love when he has it tied back, but when he has it out and is running his fingers through his locks, like he is now, it makes my knees weak and my insides quiver. I walk up behind him and wrap my arms tightly around his waist. I feel his body go rigid at my touch. He looks over his shoulder to see its me and relaxes ever so slightly. That’s the green light to go ahead with my next move. I run my fingers across the hard plains of his stomach and up to his even harder pecs. My fingers trace patterns over his shirt covered hardness. My fingers walk themselves down his waist, along the top of his low slung jeans. I test him even further when my index finger slips under the waistband of his jeans. His sharp intake of breath startles me. I go to pull my hand back, but he surprises me by wrapping his large, calloused fingers around my wrist, holding my hand firmly in place. He’s still on the phone, barely listening to whoever this Katani person is.

I untangle myself from Ben’s back and swiftly move in front of him and drop to my knees. He raises his dark eyebrow at me but doesn’t stop me. I make quick work of undoing the button and carefully slide down his zipper. I free him from his jeans and boxer briefs and take him in my palm.

He’s huge. My hand barely closes around his broad girth. I run my palm up and down his length and stare at the piercing at the end of his cock. It’s glicening with a drop of pre come. I dart out my tongue to lick it up. Ben sucks in a sharp breath between his teeth and disconnects his phone call.

My lips wrap around his hard length, I flick my tongue over his piercing before taking him to the back of my throat in one movement. Ben’s fingers tangle into my hair, guiding me up and done his cock. I suck and lick up and down, over and over again as Ben thrusts a punishing rhythm into my greedy mouth. My hands massage his balls, causing him to groan, long and low in his throat.

His hand taps my shoulder, “I’m coming”, he goes to pull out of my mouth but I dig my nails into his ass, taking him as deep as I can. Warm bursts of come shoot into my mouth and I don’t let up until I’ve sucked him dry.

Tap, tap, tap. Light knocking on the door pulls us both from the spell we are under. “Yo B, you in there? It’s time for that beer.” Dad’s voice is like a bucket of cold water tipped over my head. Ben quickly tucks himself away and straightens his clothes. He surprises me when he places his fingers under my chin to lift my head, he places a soft peck on my lips before instructing my to hide in the corner while he goes to open the door.

“Yeah man, sorry, I had to take a phone call from the devil. You know how that goes.” Ben tries to keep his voice light as he opens the door and ducks out into the hall with my dad.

BEN

I’ve been fooling around with Macey for several weeks now. Ever since that afternoon at the shop where she sucked me dry we’ve been sneaking kisses behind her dads back. I feel like fucking shit, but not enough to stay away from her.

Like tonight, I passed up a night of beers and football with Saul and the guys to follow Macey to a dance club just outside of town like a love struck fool. This isn’t my scene, but each day that passes, I find it harder and harder to stay away from her.

I bring my beer bottle to my lips and take a long sip as I watch her effortlessly move her body to the beat of the music. Her long black hair is in loose waves hanging down her back, moving on a fluid motion with each shake of her delicate hips. My eyes roam down to curve of her ass and down those long, tan legs I’ve become so fond of.

Her head tips back in laughter as she pushes some random guy away from her and keeps dancing on her own. He comes back in and places his hands on her hips, pulling her body into his. I see red when she tries to pull away but his grip tightens.

Without thinking twice, I slam my beer bottle onto the bar and make my way across the dance floor until I’m grabbing the guys shirt and pulling him away from Macey.

“You don’t put your hands on my woman. Do you hear me?” My body is almost shaking I’m so overcome with anger from seeing his slimy hands all over Macey’s body. He raises his hands and backs away into the crowded dance floor. Pussy.

“Your woman huh?” Macey smirks at me while placing her hands on my slim hips. Without hesitation, I reach down to entwine our fingers and pull her through the crowd. There has to be somewhere quiet in this place. I’m going to show her just how true that statement was. Macey’s grips onto my fingers as I pull her through the crowd of dancing bodies, trying to find a quiet spot. I see a door marked staff only and figure that will do.

Once we reach the door, I test to see if the door is unlocked, to my surprise it is, so I pull Macey inside and shut the door by slamming her back up against it and smashing our lips together. I inhale her moans and she wiggles against me. My hands grip her thighs, lifting her so she wraps her legs around my waist. My left hand firmly holds her in place while my right hand fits between us, finds its way to her naked, wet pussy.

“No panties? You are a dirty little girl.” Her hips buck into me as I run my fingers up and down her slick folds. She groans as I tease her aching cunt before finally slipping two fingers inside her.

Her moans get louder as I work her over, sliding my slick fingers in and out of her pussy and rubbing my palm over her clit. Her legs tighten around me as she rides my hand, bringing herself closer to orgasm. I don’t let her get off though, instead I pull my fingers from her pussy and stick them into my mouth groan as the taste of her hits my tongue. “Fucking delicious”, I tell her before molding our mouths together once more. With skilled fingers, Macey reaches between, freeing my cock and guiding it straight into her hungry cunt. My fingers grip so hard into her hips, she’ll be bruised tomorrow. I set a punishing pace. Slamming into her. Macey rocks into with just as much force.

The small room is filled with the scent of our sex and sweat. I feel Macey tightening around my cock and I know she’s close. I grind my hips hard into hers and it sets her over the edge. I have to put my hand over her mouth to keep her quiet as her hot, tight cunt milks me of my own release.

We hold onto one another, trying to catch our breaths before I pull out my still semi hard cock from her and place her feet on the ground.

I watch in awe as my come starts to drip down her legs and she uses a finger to push my come back inside of herself before licking her finger clean.

I grab her by her hair and pull her to me, kissing her until we are once again breathless.

“You’re coming home with me. I’ll go grab me car. Meet me out front after you clean yourself up.” I don’t risk looking back at her. I just walk around her before let myself out of the small room. It’s a dick move but I’m overcome with guilt from what we’ve just done. I need a few minutes to get my thoughts in line before she meets me outside.

BEN

Saul called me around for a few drinks. It’s been months since we’ve sat back and hungout. I’ve been so wrapped in all that is Macey I’ve neglected my friend.

We’re sitting on his back deck when Macey pokes her head out the door and announces she’s going out to see some friends. I know damn well she’s going to use the spare key I gave her and wait for me at my place. We say goodbye to her and Saul watches her go, a far away look in his eyes.

“She’s seeing someone.” Saul’s comment makes no sense to me, I have no idea what he’s talking about. “You’re gonna have to be a little more specific buddy. Who’s she? And why does this have you trying to strangle that beer bottle in your hand?” Saul’s grip loosens as he brings the bottle back to his lips and downing the last half of his beer.

“Macey, man. She’s seeing someone. She’s been out until all hours of the night. She’s my little girl, Ben. I know she’s a woman now and all that shit I don’t want to think about. But this one means something to her. Normally she tells me all about this stuff and she’s not telling me anything.”

I feel the color draining from my face and I clear my throat and reach for my beer. I try to buy myself time and down the whole thing in one swig. I know she’s seeing someone. That someone is me. But I can’t tell Saul that. Not right now. I don’t even know what this thing between Macey and I is.

Saul runs his hand through his hair. I can tell this is upsetting him. I hate that I’m half of the reason for his troubles.

But how do you tell the guy who’s been your best friend for more than half hour life that you’re the one fucking his daughter?

“Na, I don’t think so man. She’s young. She’s just out there enjoying herself. You just don’t remember because at her age, you were at home with a baby.” I do my best to convince him he’s wrong but he’s not buying it.

“Na. Whoever she’s spending her time with is important to her. Important enough that she’s keeping him a secret.” Saul’s hand clamps down on my shoulder as he excuses himself inside to go grab more beers.

I exhale a deep breath and look out over his backyard. I should do the right thing by my friend and end this thing with Macey. But I’m too far gone to let her go. I think I might actually love her.

BEN

SIX MONTHS LATER

We’re laying in bed snuggled under the mountain of blankets Macey has piled on top of us. We’re at her place for once because Saul is out of town visiting family, Macey stayed behind because she was feeling sick. Or so he thinks. Our naked bodies fit perfectly together, like two pieces of a puzzle. I’m mindlessly running my fingers through her long, black hair, when she softly speaks.

“Ben?”

“Yeah baby?”, I can tell by the tone of her voice something is troubling her.

“Dad’s going to hate both of us when he finds out isn’t he?” I stop running my hands through her hair and shift so I’m hovering over her, my body weight resting on my forearms as I stare into her tear filled eyes.

I gently place my lips on hers in a soft peck. When I pull back, I run my thumb under her eye to catch the lone tear that has fallen.

“He won’t hate you baby, he’ll be disappointed in you. But he could never, ever hate you. You’re his whole world Macey. Me on the other hand, he’s going to hate me. But it doesn’t matter. If I wasn’t such a selfish man I’d let you go so he’d never have to find out about us.”

Her tears are flowing freely now but I don’t break eye contact with her. “I love you Macey. Whatever happens when we tell how about us, I love you. We’ll get through this. Together.”

Her hands join behind my neck bringing my mouth down to hers. We’re a combination of teeth, tongue and lips as our kiss turns heated within seconds. She wiggles underneath me and I know what she wants. I don’t disappoint and line us up and sink straight into her welcoming pussy.

She moans into my mouth as we find a steady rhythm rocking into each other. Our lips never separate as we make love to each other for the first time.

My left hand lifts her leg and hooks it over my hip so my cock hits her g spot.

“Oh Ben, yes. I’m almost there.” Macey’s nails dig into my back as I pump into her harder and harder. I’m on the brink of blowing my load but I won’t come until Macey does.

“What the fuck are you doing to my daughter?” I freeze mid stroke when I hear Saul’s voice coming from the doorway behind us. Fuck.

I scamper off the bed making sure Macey is covered completely before looking at my best friend. His eyes are filled with hatred. I hate that I’ve put that look there. Again.

“You don’t even have the commonsense to wrap it before sticking it in my fucking daughter?” I look down and see that Saul is right. Once again we’ve gotten carried away and forgotten protection.

“Saul, why don’t you give us a minute to get dressed and we can talk this out.” He steps into me so that we are nose to nose and I know that that’s the wrong thing to say to him.

“Give you a minute? You have got to be fucking shitting me. Get dressed and get the fuck out. Take your whore with you.” I know Saul is upset by walking in on me fucking his daughter but saying that about her isn’t going to fly with me.

“That’s your fucking daughter, not some whore off the street. Show some fucking respect.” Saul pushes me back and I fall onto the bed. If he’s looking for a fight from me he won’t get one. I know I’ve fucked up.

“Nothing like keeping it in the family, right man? My wife wasn’t enough so you had to fuck my daughter too? Unbelievable. And too think I thought our friendship meant something to you.” I hang my head in shame. He’s right. I’m a complete fuck up.

“Ben, what’s he talking about?” Macey’s tear filled eyes search mine for answers. Answers I don’t have right now.

“Oh you didn’t know? Ask him why your mom left Mace. Better yet, I’ll tell you. I caught your man here fucking around with your mom. Katani swore it was only the one time but I knew better. I kicked her ass out and lover boy followed not long after. Guess he left out that minor detail.

“Saul enough. Get the fuck out.” The bastard finally listens and leaves Macey’s room. I’m scared to look at her. Her crying fills the room and my heart shatters. I never meant for her to find out this way. I was going to tell her. I just didn’t know how.

FORBIDDEN FRUIT

Macey

“Mace make sure you straighten up all of those books on the front counter, empty the bins and make sure everyone’s stations are tidy before you lock up tonight.” I sigh as I flick through the pages of the gossip magazine I’m pretending to read. “Yes daddy. I’ll even remember to turn out the lights and lock the doors.” I snap my gum and roll my eyes as I look up at him. He makes it seem like I haven’t been working here alongside him for the past three years.

“Drop the attitude Macey. Ben starts working here in the morning. He might be one of my oldest friends but he’s also one of the most talented tattooists in the country. We can’t have him showing up to a dirty shop.”

I chuckle as I watch my dad run his left hand through his slightly graying hair. I have no idea why he’s freaking out so much, but I find it hilarious.

“Daddy, you and I both know the uncle Ben isn’t going to care what state the shop is in. He’ll just be happy to be home and working with you again.” I place my magazine down on the front counter as stand up. I make my way around to dad and place my hand on his cheek. “Go on home Dad. I’ll be home in an hour and we can kick back with a few beers and watch reruns of last nights Pats game.”

“Very funny kid. We’ll watch the game and I’ll drink the beer. I’ll make sure there’s a few sodas in the fridge for you. I’ll order a pizza, it’ll be waiting for you when you get home.” Dad pulls me in and places a gentleman kiss to my forehead. “See you at home, baby.” With one last squeeze he let’s me go and walks to the front door yelling out to Jason something about getting off his lazy ass and helping me lock up the shop.

I chuckle and quickly busy myself tidying up so I can get out of here. We don’t have any clients in so we should be out of here early for a change.

BEN

I let out one final breath and reach for the door handle of Forbidden Fruit and let myself in. I’m half an hour early but I couldn’t sit at home staring at the bare, white walls any longer. Truthfully, I was anxious to see Saul. It’s been fifteen years since we’ve been in the same room. We’ve kept in touch with phone calls and emails but it’ll be nice to spend some real time with him and his daughter Macey. She was four years old with short blonde pigtails the last time I saw her. She used to call me uncle Ben and follow me around like a lost puppy.

Shaking my head, I make my way to the front counter, I know for sure Saul won’t be in yet, he never could get his ass up out of bed and moving before 10am. It amazes me how he ever managed to raise Macey on his own.

As I lean across the counter, I’m greeted with a tight round ass bent over. I follow the short, barely there cutoffs, down long, lean tan legs that seen to go on forever. My dick twitches behind my zipper as my eyes follow those perfectly tanned legs back up to those sinful shorts. I can’t help but picture what it would be like to have those legs wrapped around my waist as I drive into her tight wet pussy.

I clear my throat as I try to adjust my aching cock, I don’t normally mix business with pleasure, but if the top half of this body is as perfect as the bottom, I’ll have no problem bending my own rules once or twice.

My throat clearing gets the attention of the goodness bending over in front of me. Her head snaps up and collects the edge of the desk she’s standing near. “Fuck. Fuck, fuck. Ow fuck.” I chuckle at the mystery goddesses outburst. As she straightens, my eyes zero in on her ample cleavage that is barely contained behind the taunt, black fabric of her tank top.

A booming voice from the back of the shop brings a smile to my face. That smile soon falters when I realise the tight, round ass I’ve been checking out for the last several minutes belongs to my best friends daughter.

MACEY

Dad wasn’t surprised when I was waiting for him in his truck this morning. It’s a big day for him today. Neither of us had seen Ben for fifteen years. Sure, Ben and my dad had kept in contact, but I knew dad was kind of nervous about today. It was supposed to be my day off, but I wanted to be by my daddy’s side when he was reunited with his best friend.

I was bent over trying to find some paperwork for dad when a throat clearing behind me startled me. I went to stand up to fast and collected my head on my desk, “fuck, fuck, fuck. Ow fuck.” Dad hates any of us swearing in the front of the shop, especially when there are customers around, like the one who just cleared his throat.

“Macey, language. Jesus Christ, how many times to we need to go over this shit?” Dad’s booming voice calls as he rounds the corner from his office. “Well fuck me.” I turn to chastise dad for his use of language but I’m cut short when I see him in one of those weird man hug things. I’m guessing this is the guy who cleared his throat a few minutes ago.

I lean back against the desk and cross my arms across my chest, watching dad and who I now know is Ben, take each other in and catch up.

I don’t remember much about Ben, I was four the last time I saw him. But looking at him now, he’s exactly my type.

Ben’s tall, at least 6”5, his long, dark brown hair is pulled into a low bun at the base of his neck, he has a full beard that I want nothing more than to run my fingers through. His voice is deep, almost husky, like he’s been sipping on nothing but straight whiskey for years. I wonder what that voice would sound like deep in the moment, wrapped between the sheets. The thought of that sends a jolt down my spine and lands right in my core. I can feel myself getting wet so I squeeze my thighs together to try and ease the discomfort. If anything it does the opposite.

Dad calls me over to introduce me properly to Ben. I bring my bottom lip between my teeth as I take him all in. I see he looking at me too. Dad’s saying something but I don’t hear anything. I’m too busy thinking up away to get into Ben’s bed.

BEN

To say I love being home and working with Saul is an understatement. I’ve been working full time at Forbidden Fruit for almost six weeks now. I’ve established a steady customer base and already have people booking weeks in advance to get tattooed by me.

I’m running through aftercare instructions with my final client of the day when Macey’s head pops around the door to my station.

“Hey Benny, you almost finished up in here? It’s closing time.” I hate when she calls me Benny and she fucking knows it.

“Sure thing Mace. Cale, if you just follow Macey up front she’ll fix you up and you can be on your way.” Macey throws a wink over her shoulder before darting if back to the front desk. The kid is so light on her feet, half the time I never know she’s behind me. “Man, I don’t know how you work with that every day, but I’d have her bent over my chair every night before I left.”

“If you want back in my chair, Cale, you’ll apologize for saying that and get out of here. That’s my god damn niece you idiot.”

“Sorry man, I meant no offense.” Cale grabs his bag and bails.

He has no idea how many times I’ve gone home and taken a shower, thinking about having Macey in that exact position he just mentioned.

MACEY

Eight weeks of wearing the skimpiest outfits to work and flirting my ass off with Ben has gotten me absolutely fucking no where. Until now. It’s a Wednesday afternoon and we’re the only two people in the shop.

I’ve already flipped the sign on the front door to closed and locked up. Ben’s been in the lunchroom grabbing a late lunch while I’ve been getting ready for our afternoon alone.

I do one last check in the floor length mirror that I have the stencil right where I want it before I call out to Ben. “Benny, your four o’clock is here.” I know he hates when I call him Benny but I do it anyway.

My shorts are folded on the red chair in the corner and I’m positioned facing the window so I can people watch while I wait for Ben to make is way to me.

Dad has done an amazing job setting up Forbidden Fruit. Not only has he raised me on his own since he was eighteen, he’s built this business from the ground to. Unlike other tattoo shops, each tattoo artist has there own room to work from. The four of us that work here all have street facing rooms, Dad did some cool thing with the windows so we can see out but no one can see in. He thought that being able to see what’s going on outside would be a good distraction for our clients, especially those who are booked in for larger pieces and can be here for hours on end.

I’m pulled from my thoughts when I hear Ben making down the hall, his heavy boots clunk against the tiled floor as he approaches. I wiggle down on the chair so I’m more comfortable before he reaches the door.

My breath catches in my throat when I see Ben frozen in the door frame. His broad shoulders take up most of the doorway. His hair is free from the usual bun, fanning around his face, he looks like a sexy lumberjack in his red and black flannel, I’d love nothing more to help him clean his axe or climb his wood.

“What the fuck are you doing, kid? And where in the fucking hell are your pants?” Ben looks anywhere but at me as he runs his hair over his delicious beard.I knew only wearing a thong and my tank might be a risk, but it’s too late to back out now.

“I’m your four o’clock.” I say, as if that isn’t already obvious. No one else is here.

“Na uh kid. Not happening. Get to and out your pants on.”

“I’ve already got the stencil on my thigh. I’ve set your gun up the way you like and the ink it already.” I wave my hand around so he knows I’m telling the truth. “If you really don’t want to do it, I guess I’ll just do it myself.” I bite on my bottom lip for good measure, I’ve seen his heated glazes when I’ve done it before.

Releasing a sigh, Ben pulls the hair tie from his left wrist and pulls his hair back. He leans across me to pull out a pair of gloves and I shamelessly lean into him get get a sniff of his scent. He smells devine, a mixture of sandalwood and what I’m guessing is his natural, Ben smell. It’s delicious and it takes everything in me lay back and not run my tongue along his neck.

Once his gloves are on, he takes a good look at the stencil I’ve placed on my thigh. “You sure about this?” He questions. “ Yeah, Benny I’m sure. I’ve been wanting this for a long time.” He doesn’t say anything, just picks up his tattoo gun, giving it a once over to make sure I have, indeed, set it up the way he likes. The gentle buzzing sound hums as he dips the needle into the black ink so he can start the outline. I lean further into the chair as I let the hum of the tattoo gun lull me into a peaceful sleep.

BEN

To say I was stunned to find Macey lying half naked in my station is an understatement. It was almost impossible to keep my cock from busting out of my zipper when my eyes landed on her barely there, black thong. I didn’t protest as hard as I probably should have, and it wasn’t long before my hands we’re caressing her thigh, tattooing a unicorn laying on a cloud on to her skin. A fucking unicorn. I don’t get why she picked the unicorn, especially when her arms are fully sleeved with Marvel and DC characters.

I go to ask her about her choice, but she’s passed out. I’ve barely down a handful of lines and she’s out for the count. I take a minute to study her soft, facial features. She looks so young and nothing like the ball buster who keeps everyone here at the shop in line every day.

I shake my head and force myself to concentrate on at the task at hand. The design is fairly detailed so it’ll take me an hour or two to get it done. Reaching over, I then on the radio and loose myself to the sound of my tattoo gun and Avenged Sevenfold blasting through my speakers.

Just under two hours later and the smoking unicorn who is flipping the bird is finally done. I didn’t notice those little details when I first started the tattoo but it definitely fits, Macey’s take no shit personality.

I’m giving the artwork one last wipe over when Macey shifts. I’m now face to face with her pussy. I look up to see she’s still sleeping. Against my better judgement, I lean in just a little closer. Her thong barely covers her and can see she’s bare under the thin piece of fabric. My dick hardens on my jeans as my nose hits her publc bone. I know this is wrong, but I can smell her arousal and I want nothing more to bury my face under her panties and get a taste.

“Ben?” Fuck. Her voice snaps me out of my stupor and I slide back on my stool until my back hits the far wall. “Ben, come back over. I liked having you close to me.” I shake my head no, but I’m sat frozen as she swings her legs over the side of the chair to stand. When she’s on her feet, she slowly lifts her tank top over her head so she’s standing before my in only her thong. Her perky tits are uncovered and bounce as she throws her tank in my direction. My tongue pokes out and licks my bottom lip. She’s a fucking vision. My cock hardens against my jeans, and I palm it through the demin to try and find some relief.

The phone ringing at the front desk pulls me from the magical spell she has me under, I scoop up her top from the floor, tossing it in her direction. “Put your tucking clothes on Macey.” I push to from my stool and grip my hair in my hand as I make my way to the front of the shop to answer the phone.

MACEY

Ben has gone out of his way to avoid me since last Wednesday afternoon. I thought I was dreaming when I woke up and his mouth hovering above my pussy. I wish now that I didn’t say anything. If he thought I was still sleeping would have make out his mouth on me? A part of me thinks he would have.

I can’t handle the avoidance any longer, I finish up with my last client of the day and head back into the break room for a glass of water. I’m off in my own little world and don’t notice Ben until I hear him speaking into his phone.

Deciding this is the perfect time to make my move, I quietly close the door, making sure I lock it without making any noise while Ben’s back is still turned to me. Whoever he’s speaking to is pissing him off. “Jesus Christ Katani, we are done. Do you hear me? Done.” Ben roughly runs his hand through his long, shaggy hair. I love when he has it tied back, but when he has it out and is running his fingers through his locks, like he is now, it makes my knees weak and my insides quiver. I walk up behind him and wrap my arms tightly around his waist. I feel his body go rigid at my touch. He looks over his shoulder to see its me and relaxes ever so slightly. That’s the green light to go ahead with my next move. I run my fingers across the hard plains of his stomach and up to his even harder pecs. My fingers trace patterns over his shirt covered hardness. My fingers walk themselves down his waist, along the top of his low slung jeans. I test him even further when my index finger slips under the waistband of his jeans. His sharp intake of breath startles me. I go to pull my hand back, but he surprises me by wrapping his large, calloused fingers around my wrist, holding my hand firmly in place. He’s still on the phone, barely listening to whoever this Katani person is.

I untangle myself from Ben’s back and swiftly move in front of him and drop to my knees. He raises his dark eyebrow at me but doesn’t stop me. I make quick work of undoing the button and carefully slide down his zipper. I free him from his jeans and boxer briefs and take him in my palm.

He’s huge. My hand barely closes around his broad girth. I run my palm up and down his length and stare at the piercing at the end of his cock. It’s glicening with a drop of pre come. I dart out my tongue to lick it up. Ben sucks in a sharp breath between his teeth and disconnects his phone call.

My lips wrap around his hard length, I flick my tongue over his piercing before taking him to the back of my throat in one movement. Ben’s fingers tangle into my hair, guiding me up and done his cock. I suck and lick up and down, over and over again as Ben thrusts a punishing rhythm into my greedy mouth. My hands massage his balls, causing him to groan, long and low in his throat.

His hand taps my shoulder, “I’m coming”, he goes to pull out of my mouth but I dig my nails into his ass, taking him as deep as I can. Warm bursts of come shoot into my mouth and I don’t let up until I’ve sucked him dry.

Tap, tap, tap. Light knocking on the door pulls us both from the spell we are under. “Yo B, you in there? It’s time for that beer.” Dad’s voice is like a bucket of cold water tipped over my head. Ben quickly tucks himself away and straightens his clothes. He surprises me when he places his fingers under my chin to lift my head, he places a soft peck on my lips before instructing my to hide in the corner while he goes to open the door.

“Yeah man, sorry, I had to take a phone call from the devil. You know how that goes.” Ben tries to keep his voice light as he opens the door and ducks out into the hall with my dad.

BEN

I’ve been fooling around with Macey for several weeks now. Ever since that afternoon at the shop where she sucked me dry we’ve been sneaking kisses behind her dads back. I feel like fucking shit, but not enough to stay away from her.

Like tonight, I passed up a night of beers and football with Saul and the guys to follow Macey to a dance club just outside of town like a love struck fool. This isn’t my scene, but each day that passes, I find it harder and harder to stay away from her.

I bring my beer bottle to my lips and take a long sip as I watch her effortlessly move her body to the beat of the music. Her long black hair is in loose waves hanging down her back, moving on a fluid motion with each shake of her delicate hips. My eyes roam down to curve of her ass and down those long, tan legs I’ve become so fond of.

Her head tips back in laughter as she pushes some random guy away from her and keeps dancing on her own. He comes back in and places his hands on her hips, pulling her body into his. I see red when she tries to pull away but his grip tightens.

Without thinking twice, I slam my beer bottle onto the bar and make my way across the dance floor until I’m grabbing the guys shirt and pulling him away from Macey.

“You don’t put your hands on my woman. Do you hear me?” My body is almost shaking I’m so overcome with anger from seeing his slimy hands all over Macey’s body. He raises his hands and backs away into the crowded dance floor. Pussy.

“Your woman huh?” Macey smirks at me while placing her hands on my slim hips. Without hesitation, I reach down to entwine our fingers and pull her through the crowd. There has to be somewhere quiet in this place. I’m going to show her just how true that statement was. Macey’s grips onto my fingers as I pull her through the crowd of dancing bodies, trying to find a quiet spot. I see a door marked staff only and figure that will do.

Once we reach the door, I test to see if the door is unlocked, to my surprise it is, so I pull Macey inside and shut the door by slamming her back up against it and smashing our lips together. I inhale her moans and she wiggles against me. My hands grip her thighs, lifting her so she wraps her legs around my waist. My left hand firmly holds her in place while my right hand fights between us, finds its way to her naked, wet pussy.

“No panties? You are a dirty little girl.” Her hips buck into me as I run my fingers up and down her slick folds. She groans as I tease her aching cunt before finally slipping two fingers inside her.

Her moans get louder as I work her over, sliding my slick fingers in and out of her pussy and rubbing my palm over clit. Her legs tighten around me as she rides my hand, bringing herself closer to orgasm. I don’t let her get off though, instead I pull my fingers from her pussy and stick them into my mouth groan as the taste of her hits my tongue. “Fucking delicious”, I tell her before molding our mouths together once more. With skilled fingers, Macey reaches between, freeing my cock and guiding it straight into her hungry cunt. My fingers dip so hard into her hips, she’ll be bruised tomorrow. I set a punishing pace. Slamming into her. Macey rocks into with just as much force.

The small room is filled with the scent of our sex and sweat. I feel Macey tightening around my cock and I know she’s close. I grind my hips hard into hips and it sets her over the edge. I have to put my hand over her mouth to keep her quiet as her hot, tight cunt milks me of my own release.

We hold onto one another, trying to catch our breaths before I pull out my still semi hard cock from her and place her feet on the ground.

I watch in awe as my come starts to drip down her legs and she uses a finger to push my come back inside of herself before licking her finger clean.

I grab her by her hair and pull her to me, kissing her until me are once again breathless.

“You’re coming home with me. I’ll go grab me car. Meet me out front after you clean yourself up.” I don’t risk looking back at her. I just walk around her before let myself out of the small room. It’s a dick move but I’m overcome with guilt from what we’ve just done. I need a few minutes to get my thoughts in line before she meets me outside.

BEN

Saul called me around for a few drinks. It’s been months since we’ve sat back and hungout. I’ve been so wrapped in all this Macey I’ve neglected my friend.

We’re sitting on his back deck when Macey pokes her head out the door and announces she’s going out to see some friends. I know damn well she’s going to use the spare key I gave her and wait for me at my place. We say goodbye to her and Saul watches her go, a far away look in his eyes.

“She’s seeing someone.” Saul’s comment makes no sense to me, I have no idea what he’s talking about. “You’re gonna have to be a little more specific buddy. Who’s she? And why does this have you trying to strangle that beer bottle in your hand?” Saul’s grip loosens as he brings the bottle back to his lips and downing the last half of his beer.

“Macey, man. She’s seeing someone. She’s been out until all hours of the night. She’s my little girl, Ben. I know she’s a woman now and all that shit I don’t want to think about. But this one means something to her. Normally she tells me all about this stuff and she’s not telling me anything.”

I feel the color draining from my face and I clear my throat and reach for my beer. I try to buy myself time and down the whole thing in one swig. I know she’s seeing someone. That someone is me. But I can’t tell Saul that. Not right now. I don’t even know what this thing between Macey and I is.

Saul runs his hand through his hair. I can tell this is upsetting him. I hate that I’m half of the reason for his troubles.

But how do you tell the guy who’s been your best friend for more than half hour life that you’re the one fucking his daughter?

“Na, I don’t think so man. She’s young. She’s just out there enjoying herself. You just don’t remember because at her age, you were at home with a baby.” I do my best to convince him he’s wrong but he’s not buying it.

“Na. Whoever she’s spending her time with is important to her. Important enough that she’s keeping him a secret.” Saul’s hand clamps down on my shoulder as he excuses himself inside to go grab more beers.

I exhale a deep breath and look out over his backyard. I should do the right thing by my friend and end this thing with Macey. But I’m too far gone to let her go. I think I might actually love her.

BEN

SIX MONTHS LATER

We’re laying in bed snuggled under the mountain of blankets Macey has piled on top of us. We’re at her place for once because Saul is out of town visiting family, Macey stayed behind because she was feeling sick. Or so he thinks. Our naked bodies fit perfectly together, like two pieces of a puzzle. I’m mindlessly running my fingers through her long, black hair, when she softly speaks.

“Ben?”

“Yeah baby?”, I can tell by the tone of her voice something is troubling her.

“Dad’s going to hate both of us when he finds out isn’t he?” I stop running my hands through her hair and shift so I’m hovering over her, my body weight resting on my forearms as I stare into her tear filled eyes.

I gently place my lips on hers in a soft peck. When I pull back, I run my thumb under her eye to catch the lone tear that has fallen.

“He won’t hate you baby, he’ll be disappointed in you. But he could never, ever hate you. You’re his whole world Macey. Me on the other hand, he’s going to hate me. But it doesn’t matter. If I wasn’t such a selfish man I’d let you go so he’d never have to find out about us.”

Her tears are flowing freely now but I don’t break eye contact with her. “I love you Macey. Whatever happens when we tell how about us, I love you. We’ll get through this. Together.”

Her hands join behind my neck bringing my mouth down to hers. We’re a combination of teeth, tongue and lips as our kiss turns heated with on seconds. She wiggles underneath me and I know what she wants. I don’t disappoint and line us up and sink straight into her welcoming pussy.

She moans into my mouth as we find a steady rhythm rocking into each other. Our lips never separate as we make love to each other for the first time.

My left hand lifts her leg and hooks it over my hip so my cock hits her g spot.

“Oh Ben, yes. I’m almost there.” Macey’s nails dig into my back as I pump into her harder and harder. I’m on the brink of blowing my load but I won’t come until Macey does.

“What the fuck are you doing to my daughter?” I freeze mid stroke when I hear Saul’s voice coming from the doorway behind us. Fuck.

I scamper off the bed making sure Macey is cover completely before looking at my best friend. His eyes are filled with hatred. I hate that I’ve put that look there. Again.

“You don’t even have the commonsense to wrap it before sticking it in my fucking daughter?” I look down and see that Saul is right. Once again we’ve gotten carried away and forgotten protection.

“Saul, why don’t you give us a minute to get dressed and we can talk this out.” He steps into me so that we are nose to nose and I know that that’s the wrong thing to say to him.

“Give you a minute? You have got to be fucking shitting me. Get dressed and get the fuck out. Take your whore with you.” I know Saul is upset by walking in on me fucking his daughter but saying that about her isn’t going to fly with me.

“That’s your fucking daughter, not some whore of the street. Show some fucking respect.” Saul pushes me back and I fall onto the bed. If he’s looking for a fight from me he won’t get one. I know I’ve fucked up.

“Nothing like keeping it in the family, right man? My wife wasn’t enough so you had to fuck my daughter too? Unbelievable. And too think I thought our friendship meant something to you.” I hang my head in shame. He’s right. I’m a complete fuck up.

“Ben, what’s he talking about?” Macey’s tear filled eyes search mine for answers. Answers I don’t have right now.

“Oh you didn’t know? Ask him why your mom left Mace. Better yet, I’ll tell you. I caught your man here fucking around with your mom. Katani swore it was only the one time but I knew better. I kicked her ass out and lover boy followed not long after. Guess he left out that minor detail.

“Saul enough. Get the fuck out.” The bastard finally listens and leaves Macey’s room. I’m scared to look at her. Her crying fills the room and my heart shatters. I never meant for her to find out this way. I was going to tell her. I just didn’t know how.

To be continued…

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