Incest story: Office Seduction. Author: jinxyy. Work Project Turns Into Something More. The story is including Fantasy, Anal, Cheating, Erotica, Incest, Job/Place-of-work, Oral Sex, Young theme.

Incest story: Office Seduction

Author: jinxyy

“I just don’t see how you can’t bring your work with you, Greg. We haven’t seen my parents in a long time and now you ‘re suddenly too swamped at work to come,” her nagging voice echos from the bathroom as she does her hair.

Lying in bed still, drinking my coffee and trying to read the newspaper, I let her whine. She has known about this project at work for some time now, knowing how busy it has been keeping me. It isn’t a sudden thing, though I’ve pointed this out to her more than once, but she chooses not to believe me or accept the fact. It’s the first big project I’ve been given since making partner at work.

“We’ve been over this, Trisha, I’m not going to get into it again. I told you this was a bad weekend for me. I am not stopping you from going and taking the kids. I know how much they miss their grandparents. Besides, it isn’t like your going to miss me when you’re gone.”

Our marriage has been more like a partnership raising our kids and sharing a house for the last decade. I swear at one time we had so much in common, we got along great, couldn’t keep our hands off each other, it had to be true, or else I wouldn’t have married her. Yet now, I can’t even fathom marrying her again. It isn’t that I don’t love her, I do. I just don’t love her as a wife, or lover, or someone I’d want to spend the rest of my life with. Everything with her is a friendship, to do because we have to, since we are married.

I’ve thought about divorce before, but I couldn’t do that to my kids. They are stable and safe as things are. I know what it is like to be raised by divorced parents and it isn’t something I’d want my kids to go through. I know Trisha is content with how our marriage is, because it is a mirror image of her own parents. I didn’t see it when she and I first were dating, it, like our marriage, took time for me to see.

“Fine Greg, stay here and do your damn project. I’m not going to argue about this now. We’re leaving once the kids get home from school. Make sure to give them your love before you leave for work. I’ll give your excuses to my parents.”

Trisha storms out of the master bathroom and through the bedroom before I have a chance to say anything. I can’t say I’m disappointed she has finally let it drop, we’ve been bickering about it for two weeks. I even tried to push things around so I could go, it was just impossible to do.

***

At work, I’m swapped the moment I get in. I ran a little late, giving each of my three kids time just them and I. I may not be close to my wife, but my kids and I are. They know how much I love them and would do anything for them. They were disappointed I wasn’t coming with them, but they also know how important this project is to me.

I’ve been in the business for a while, but not as one of the bosses. I love being an architect, drawing up plans, creating something no one else has, watching it come to life once I do my part. The only toys I played with as a kid were Lego’s and drawing out maps to make better buildings for my Lego’s. I was a good student in school and knew I wanted to go to college to get my degree.

I met Trisha my first year of college, she was my biggest supporter and loved how I had such a passion for my dream. By the end of my second year of college, we were married and living what I thought was the dream life. Once I graduated, we were pregnant with our first child, all our love went to him and things slowly started changing between Trisha and I. We miscarried two years later, which pushed us even further apart. It took us six more years to get pregnant, this time we were blessed with twins.

Now it seems like my duties to my wife are over and she no longer wants anything to do with me. I’ve tried swooning her, being romantic, doing the things we did when we first met, nothing fazes her. Now I just don’t bother, it takes its toll on me to be unwanted by the one person who should want me the most.

“Greg, hello, are you with us?”

Breaking from my daze, I look up and see everyone is staring at me. Lisa with her big brown eyes, sparkling from the morning light that streams in through the windows looks almost like an angel with a halo of light around her, she is smiling at me, trying to get my attention.

“I’m so sorry, I stepped out for a moment it seems. What was the question?”

The rest of the team all chuckles, knowing we’ve all been there. We’ve been talking about the project for the last forty minutes, to make sure we’re all on the same page. We’re nearly done, but this is where the most stress comes in, making sure we get it done by the deadline. It is also my favorite part, it is the rush that gives me such a thrill.

Lisa is new to the team, though she and I have gotten to know each other a great deal over the last few weeks. Spending many late nights talking about the project, meeting up early to go over plans. I can’t deny that I think she is extremely hot and more so knowing she knows my lingo. Her brain is fantastic, I love our conversations. I find myself thinking about her often.

Her uncle works here, so he gave her a job right out of college. She is fresh meat, with new ideas that flow with our kind of company. All the guys love her, maybe some a little too much. I can’t say I’m not one of them. She is not only beautiful on the inside with a mind like hers, but she is stunning on the outside too. She is always wearing tight, white blouse, which shows off her cleavage in a breath taking way, she mixes it up between a knee high skirt or pant suit type trousers, depending on if she needs to be on site.

Being the leader of the project, I’ve gotten to spend a lot of time with her over the course of the last few weeks. She is a talkative girl, who loves rock climbing, swimming and playing video games. I’ve told her the man she ends up with is going to be lucky, she’s the full package, a hot nerd. Though she tells me she doesn’t have time for dating right now, because she is putting all her focus into work. She knows some people think she only got the job because of her uncle, not because she can do the job. She wants to prove them wrong.

From what I can tell, she can do it, she knows what she is about. Not many people get a helping hand, finding a job so quickly after finishing college, but it doesn’t mean she can’t do it. I like she wants to prove them otherwise, so I’ve given her a large sum of the workload, to help her prove to the guys she can do it. Of course the fact she brings in donuts and coffee every Friday helps too.

***

A little after three my phone chirps to life, pulling it out of my pocket, I see my daughter’s name on the screen.

“Hi Sunshine, is everything all right?”

My kids don’t call me at work, unless something is wrong, so I’m surprised to hear from her. Though she does love texting me when I’m working.

“Hi Daddy, no everything is fine. Mom is just driving us crazy, complaining you can’t come. Are you sure? I know you have your project, but you can’t get away?”

“Honey, I would do anything I could, if it were possible. It just isn’t. I’d much rather spend my whole weekend with you kids, than be here all alone all weekend. I’ll make it up to you guys when the project is finished. Your mom will relax once she is with her parents. Promise.”

“Okay Daddy, I know. I just thought I’d ask. I know you’d be here. Love you!”

“I love you too. Have fun this weekend.”

“Will do, bye!”

I don’t like not being able to go more for my kids than my wife. I hate disappointing them, but sometimes in life that happens and they should get used to it now. I know they understand, which helps with my choices.

***

Over the next several hours, I’m neck deep in paperwork, designs, panels, and everything else I need to get this done. In the thick of it, I’m at my best, nothing seems to distract me when I’m in this mode. On the floor, I’m sketching a new waterfall layout the client wants for the front of the building. I had made one before, but they wanted it to be bigger. I’m doing my best not to make it gaudy and ugly, which can so easily be done with waterfalls. I take pride in everything I work on, I don’t want one of my projects to have an ugly piece because the client lacks great vision. So I must do it and hope they see it the way I do and like it.

“You know, things would go a lot quicker if you had some help,” her voice is quiet, but teasing.

Looking up, I see Lisa at the door, her hip propped against the door jam, her arms folded, a playful smile across her luscious lips. Today she has on a skirt, it’s modest, but I can still see the lace on her milky white thighs. God, it looks divine. I just want to roll up her skirt and explore even more. I lick my lips, as I feel them go dry. My cock twitching at the idea, I shift a little in hopes she won’t notice.

“I’ve heard that. Even the hardest working men hate working after hours on a weekend though. So I didn’t bother. Why are you here? Isn’t it after like seven?”

“Seven?” She laughs a beautiful, delicate little laugh. “Try more like ten. You must have really gotten lost in your work. I’m still here because my boss works me to the grind. I need to prove myself after all. Honestly I didn’t know anyone was here, until I went and got my dinner. I ordered Chinese, want some?”

As she asks, I realize how hungry I actually am. I can’t believe how late it has gotten, the last time I looked at the clock it was a little before seven as Jim popped his head in to say goodnight. I just figured he was the last one to go.

“If you’re sure you have enough, take a seat.”

I move some of the papers around to give her room near me. I hope she doesn’t mind eating on the floor, as I’ve done so many times since working here. She doesn’t look like the kind of girl who minds. No, I take that back. She does look like the kind of girl, at least on the outside. But I know, from getting to know her, how much of a tomboy she is, so I’m guessing she won’t mind.