The Real McCoy

Jesse's jaw dropped open when he saw her.

"I could do that for you," she offered.

"As much as I want you to, I feel like I shouldn't let you. You're my brother's fiancé."

"As much as I shouldn't, I really want to. And he's only my fiancé." Zoe didn't wait any longer. She quickly stripped down and got in. "Besides, we're conserving water."

Zoe took the soap from him, lathered her hands, and then stroked him. That caused his cock to pulse. With a shrug, Jesse reached out and pawed her breasts. He then cupped her neck with both hands.

"I'm sorry," Jesse said. "I just can't resist you. Particularly since you're so willing."

As they kissed tenderly, Zoe used her free hand to grab his balls and roll them around as she pulled on his cock. She then squatted and took his dick into her mouth, alternating sliding her lips and her hand down his length. Holding his rod straight up, she craned her neck to suck his balls, but had to hold them under the spray because they tasted like soap. She then resumed mouthing his scrotum.

Looking down at her, Jesse saw a loving look in her eyes as she glanced up at him. Why hadn't he found this woman first?

Zoe went back to sucking his cock with no hands.

But as good as it was, as good as she was, Jesse pulled her to her feet so they could kiss again. She was good at that, too. He then sat her down on the built-in bench in the stall, spread her legs, and enjoyed a pre-breakfast treat. He covered her vagina with his mouth, licking and jabbing with his tongue. She leaned back against the wall to enjoy Jesse's talented tongue. Peter was not this good, even when she could get him to do this.

It didn't take long for her to start feeling that tingling, so she reached out with one arm to hold his head in place until he licked her to a satisfying orgasm.

"Mmmm, that's so good!" she whined. She rode the wave of pleasure as long as she could until she was finished.

Jesse then turned Zoe to sit sideways on the bench. He knelt one knee on it, positioning himself to slide his cock into her juicy pussy.

"Oh, yeah," Zoe moaned as he filled her with his dick.

"Oh, yeah is right," Jesse agreed. She was such a desirable woman that simply fucking her was stimulating in itself. Her pussy felt so soft and warm around his cock, he knew he wouldn't last long.

Jesse had never fucked in the shower, and even in this limited space, he imagined the possibilities. However, he knew there wasn't time. His parents might become suspicious if they sensed the water was running too long. So, he pumped faster to get to where he really wanted to be, which was emptying his balls. Even though she'd allowed him to come inside her last night, today, he chose to pull out and splatter her abdomen so she wouldn't have a mess leaking out all day. Of course, the shower spray quickly washed it all off.

Zoe got up and washed herself as Jesse stepped out and reached for a towel.

A few minutes later, she turned off the water and said, "l guess it doesn't say much of me that I'm cheating on my fiancé."

"Doesn't speak any more highly of me that I'm cheating on my brother with his fiancé."

"I wouldn't be doing this if he and I were married."

"Neither would I. Can we just say that you needed a last-minute fling to make certain?"

"We can try to justify it anyway we want, but that doesn't change it." She wrapped the towel around her. "I'm going to get dressed. I can smell your mom cooking breakfast and I'm hungry."

* * *

"That smells wonderful!" Zoe commented as she entered the kitchen ahead of Jesse.

"Hope you're hungry," Anne said.

"Starving."

"Good."

"You don't have any pictures of your family," Zoe observed.

"I used to have a few," Anne explained. "But when Jesse started painting, he replaced photographs with his artwork. We were so proud of him; we didn't stop him."

"He's very talented," Zoe complimented. "I could sell his work in my gallery."

"He'd probably like that. Have you heard from Pete?"

"I have no way of communicating with him."

Anne reached for their landline portable phone. "Call him."

So, Zoe did. Once again, she got his voice message. "Peter, where are you? I'm at your parents' house. I've been trying to get in touch with you. Please call me at your home." She shrugged and handed the phone back. "He's always hard to get in touch with. It's very frustrating."

"I can imagine."

Zoe had an idea. "Can I use your computer? Maybe I can send him an email. He always checks that."

"Sure." Anne got up and retrieved a laptop.

Zoe accessed her email. "He's asking why I'm not answering my phone." She smiled. "But he's on his way here."

"Well, good."

"I smell breakfast," a male voice bellowed. "Hope you saved some for me!"

Jesse was entering the kitchen and said, "Grandpa!" He turned and headed toward the front door.

Anne got up and followed, so Zoe did the same. They witnessed Jesse and his grandfather hugging. Mitch appeared also and shook his hand. The old man then turned to Anne and hugged his daughter.

"And who's this?" Grandpa asked.

"This," Jesse said, "Is Pete's fiancé, Zoe."

"Fiancé?"

"Yeah. We didn't know he was engaged, either."

"Peter wanted to surprise you all," Zoe explained. "But he had some last-minute business to take care of and sent me alone."

"Well, aren't we lucky," Grandpa said, stepping up and hugging her.

Zoe hugged back and felt an immediate affection for the old man.

As they continued getting acquainted, the doorbell rang. Jesse went to answer it. It was the airline with his lost belongings. When she heard that, Zoe went to the front door.

"Do you have anything for Zoe Cane?" she asked the driver.

"I'm sorry. I can't--"

"I'm Zoe Cane."

He checked his clipboard. "Nothing for Zoe Cane."

"Crap!"

Jesse carried his suitcase and art portfolio into the house.

"You did some paintings on your trip?" Grandpa asked. "Let's see."

Jesse glanced at Zoe with a questioning look.

She merely shrugged.

"This was supposed to be for your birthday dinner tonight," Jesse said.

"It's my birthday all day," Grandpa reminded.

"So, it is," Jesse agreed.

"Just give it to him now," Mitch suggested.

So, Jesse unclasped his portfolio and lifted out a painting. He held it up for all to see.

"Forlini's!" Grandpa instantly recognized the Italian restaurant. A tear formed in his eye.

"Happy birthday, Grandpa."

"Jesse, you went to New York City to paint this?" Grandpa deduced.

"I know how much you miss grandma, so I thought I'd do something for you."

"Jesse, this is magnificent. It's perfect. I can't thank you enough."

Zoe could see how much the old man appreciated Jesse's gesture. It touched her heart that Peter's family was so close.

Zoe was suddenly thrilled to be a part of this family, such that she was.

* * *

They all went to the kitchen to eat a leisurely breakfast that lasted into mid-morning. Grandpa told the story--mostly for Zoe's benefit--of how he'd meet his wife in New York City and how it related to Forlini's. Zoe assisted Anne in making a birthday cake for Grandpa, even though the young woman had no baking skills. But she could take direction. It was fun and she felt like she belonged. She'd never done anything like this in her own family.

As the day wore on, Zoe and Jesse did not have any other opportunities to get together, which was just as well. As much as they had enjoyed their two times together, both knew it was wrong

Finally, late in the afternoon, they heard the front door open.

"That's got to be Pete," Anne surmised excitedly.

Zoe and Jesse exchanged glances. He had a sour look on his face. She merely shrugged. Knowing she should be excited to see her fiancé, she got up and headed for the foyer. Peter was hugging his mother, so his back was to Zoe. When he let go, Zoe jumped on his back.

"What the hell?" Peter turned around as Zoe let go. "Who are you?"

"You're not Peter McCoy," Zoe accused.

"I'm Pete McCoy," he corrected. "I've never gone by Peter."

Zoe was suddenly horrified. "Oh, no!" It quickly occurred to her. "I must be in the wrong house. How did this happen?"

"This is our son, Pete," Anne confirmed.

"How did you and Jesse meet?" Grandpa asked.

"I dropped my cell phone on the ground--"

"And I accidentally stepped on it," Jesse admitted.

"Peter's family's address--the address I was supposed to go to was on it."

"l let her use my cell phone to call her--"

"My Peter. But he didn't answer, so I left him a message."

"I asked her where she was going," Jesse said.

"And I said Jamesville."

"So, I asked her who her fiancé was," Jesse explained. "In case I knew him."

"And she said Peter McCoy," Mitch deduced.

"And that explains it," Grandpa said. "Jesse thought Pete and Peter were the same person."

"So, I offered her a ride."

"And here you are," Anne concluded.

Zoe was in anguish. "I'm so sorry."

"Oh, don't be silly, Zoe. We love having you here," Anne said.

"Thanks, but I still feel bad." Frowning, another concerning thought occurred to her. "I need to call Peter. He thinks I'm at his parents' house."

"You know where the phone is," Anne said.

Zoe instantly sought out the phone. This time, Peter actually answered.

"Zoe, where are you?" an obviously worried Peter asked.

She explained what happened. "I left you voice messages."

"Your first message was not very clear. There was a lot of static. All I heard was that your phone was damaged."

"And the fact that I was calling from someone else's phone didn't register?"

"I tried calling your phone back and it went to your voice mail, so I didn't think it was completely destroyed. But when my mother let me know that your luggage was delivered to their house, but you weren't there, I became seriously worried and hurried there, particularly since your message this morning said you were at my parents' home."

Fortunately, he couldn't see her roll her eyes or shake her head. Trying to contain the annoyance in her voice, she said, "Will you come get me?"

"Of course."

She gave him the address. Returning to the living room, Zoe announced, "He's coming to get me."

Zoe could tell that their smiles of approval and support were forced.

"We're sorry you have to leave," Grandpa said.

"You're welcome to come back and visit," Mitch added.

"Thank you, all," Zoe said. She went to the front door to watch and wait.

Jesse followed. "I'm going to miss you."

Zoe smiled. "Yes. I enjoyed spending time with you, also. If you're ever in the city, come visit my gallery. If you're interested in selling any of your work, I'd love to show it."

"Thanks. I'll consider that."

"Well, at least, you didn't cheat on your brother," Zoe pointed out.

"Small consolation."

They stood together awkwardly for a few minutes.

"He's here," Zoe announced loud enough for all to hear. She then turned and hugged Jesse in a more than casual embrace.

Jesse kissed her neck, and the two quickly parted as the rest of his family joined them. Zoe then hugged the others but not with the same level of affection.

"Thank you all," she said before heading outside.

Peter was out of the car and approaching her right away. He immediately embraced her, and they kissed.

"I'm so happy you're okay," Peter said.

"Thanks to the hospitality of the McCoy's."

That family came out to meet him.

"This is... my... Peter."

Peter smiled. "I'm the real McCoy."

But the change in their expressions said they did not appreciate the remark.

So, Zoe turned Peter around. "Thanks again." She then hurriedly led him back to the car.

Once inside the vehicle, Zoe admonished, "That was not a very nice thing to say. 'I'm the real McCoy.'"

Peter merely shrugged. "I was just trying to be friendly."

"Strange way of showing it."

He callously ignored her remark.

"I need to stop and get a new cell phone."

"Okay." As the rode, he said, "So, I've been working on wedding plans."

"Wedding plans? We haven't even set a date."

"Well, if we pick a date six months from now, we can get married in the ballroom at the Plaza," Peter proudly informed her.

"The Plaza?" Zoe questioned with a frown. "I wasn't planning on a wedding that big!"

"My family knows a lot of people. Have you ever been to a wedding at the Plaza? It will be amazing!"

"Terrific," Zoe commented in annoyance. She remained quiet during the remainder of the short drive to the cell phone store. She made him wait in the car for her. Fortunately, she was able to keep her same number, and the salesperson explained that she should be able to restore her phone from the cloud if she had been backing up the previous one. She had. She was still stewing when she got back in the car because Peter was making decisions without her... and then he pulled into the driveway of a mansion. "This is your parents' house?" she asked in astonishment.

"Yes," Peter answered, smiling proudly. "We'll have a place like this one day."

"I'd probably get lost in it."

And then there was his parents, who were there to greet them as they entered the foyer, which was as big as the living room in her apartment. Peter's mother, Margaret, approached her son within a foot, leaned in a bit closer without touching, puckered her lips and made a kissing sound, but didn't actually kiss him. Peter, likewise, offered a similar gesture.

Zoe couldn't help but frown at the totally unaffectionate exchange.

When Peter introduced Zoe, the younger woman extended her arms to hug, but Margaret coldly reached for Zoe's hand and shook it once. "Nice to meet you." There was no warmth in that greeting.

Peter's dad, Henry, was a bit more friendly--actually, too friendly. Not only did he throw open his arms for a hug, but he also let his hand slide down her back and off her ass.

"Ooh," Zoe uttered, quickly stepping back. She quickly glanced at Peter, but he hadn't noticed.

Margaret might have witnessed it, but the woman had already been frowning, so there was no telling if she had a reaction.

"Show Zoe to one of the guest rooms, Peter," his mother ordered. "We'll meet for breakfast in the morning to discuss the wedding." She then turned to walk off. "Come along, Henry."

With a roll of his eyes, Peter's dad fell in behind his wife, but not before winking at Zoe.

"They're a little formal," Peter said.

"A little?"

"Come along. I'll show you to your room," Peter beckoned.

Come along? Zoe mouthed silently at his odd formality. Following him up the stairs, she asked, "Why can't I sleep with you in your bed?"

He stopped abruptly and turned sharply, and in all seriousness, said, "Not in my parents' house. It isn't allowed."

"What do you mean, it isn't allowed? How would they know?"

He shrugged. "She has a sixth sense about such things. It's only for a couple of days."

"Seriously?"

They reached her room. She entered. He remained in the hallway.

"What did she mean, we'll discuss the wedding?"

"She'll want to offer some... suggestions."

"Suggestions?" Zoe shook her head. "I don't know if I like the sound of that," she said under her breath. Then, aloud, "Terrific. Excuse me." She went into the bathroom attached to her room and closed the door. What the hell kind of rabbit hole had she fallen into? Turning on the faucet, Zoe splashed water on her face as though that would change everything. However, all it did was wet her face.

There was a knock on the door. "Zoe, please come out and let's talk."

"I need a minute," she shouted back. She splashed more water, but still nothing changed. Drying the wetness, she finally opened the door.

Peter was standing there. "We can talk about this. My mother will just offer her own thoughts. We can do whatever we want."

"Whatever we want? You've already got it all planned!"

"Well, we've never really talked about it, so I just took the initiative. Let's talk about it."

"Can we go for a walk?"

"Now?" he asked incredulously. "At night?"

"Yes. Now."

"No one walks at night here."

With a heavy sigh, Zoe said, "Then leave me alone. I'm going to bed." He'd only come into her room to knock on the bathroom door. Now that he was back in the hallway, she said, "Good night," and closed the door.

Looking around, she now noticed that the bedroom was double the size of her bedroom in her apartment. There was her lost luggage, which was neatly arranged in a corner of the room. A window overlooked the front of the house, and a glance out revealed other homes of similar size spread out as far as she could see. A wing back chair occupied another nearby corner, so Zoe took a seat to ponder the twilight zone she had entered. These McCoy's were not real. Not like the first McCoy's she had met. They were genuine.

After a few minutes, Zoe decided she really needed that walk. Opening her suitcase, she removed the dated clothing Anne had leant her and slipped on a comfortable short skirt, blouse, and flat shoes that were ideal for walking.

Opening the door to the hallway, Zoe peeked out. Not a creature was stirring. Still, she eased out quietly and walked softly to the staircase. It was carpeted, but she continued to step lightly. Down in the foyer, the house was silent. Quickly, she went to the front door, unlocked it, and moved outside onto the small porch.

Remembering her view of the neighborhood from her bedroom window, Zoe felt that the mansions up and down the street should make it a safe area. However, not knowing her around, she decided merely to walk up the street a few blocks and then back.

A block away, Zoe became aware of headlights approaching. At first, she was not concerned. But only until the vehicle did not pass her by, which she expected should have happened. Stepping up her pace, she became alarmed when the car did the same. She looked around for a potential place of refuge, but aside from the porches of other homes, there was no place that could offer safety.

It occurred to her that she could slow down and let the car catch up, then turn and run like hell back to the McCoy house. The car would not be able to turn around easily because the street was not wide enough. She wasn't certain how sound her plan was, but it was the only course of action she could think of.

Slowing her pace, the vehicle drew nearer. But it stopped a few feet behind her. She knew it was now or never, so she reversed course and took off.

"Zoe!"

However, hearing her named called slowed her down. She couldn't help but glance at the car. The driver had opened his door, and the overhead light inside revealed... it was Jesse! Without hesitation, she approached him.

"Jesse. What are you doing here?"

He shrugged. "I don't know. Looking for you, I guess."

"What do you mean?"

"There are only four McCoy's living in this town, including my family and your Peter's," Jesse explained. "I just wanted to see where you ended up, so I went to the other two. The car that Peter picked you up in was not in either of their driveways, so I moved on to this house, and there was his car. And then, I was lucky enough to have you come out for a walk. You didn't mention that these McCoy's were wealthy."

"I didn't know. It was as much a surprise to me," Zoe revealed. "So, if I had not come out, what would you have done?"

"I don't know," he admitted. "I hadn't really thought that far. Why are you out walking this late at night?"

It was Zoe's turn to shrug. "It was stuffy in that big house--in more ways than one."