Virgo (The Erotic Zodiac Book 4)

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C
opyright 2016
Livia Lang

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to any persons, living or dead, or to any actual events is purely coincidental. Please respect the author’s work and do not make any unauthorized copies or distributions. 

V
irgo (August 23rd
- September 22nd)

Deeply loyal, there is only one person for your heart. This week you’ll get a chance to claim them, making your dreams come true.

"
I
can't believe
you guys booked a trip to Hawaii without me!" Adelina pouted, crossing her arms over her chest. "That's not fair."

Her parents, Rick and Maddy Schmidt, gave each other a long look. Rick was a pale, thin man with light brown hair that was just beginning to be sprinkled with grey. His wife was a rosy, curvy older woman with the same golden locks as their daughter. They made a striking couple, even with their current strained expressions.

An unspoken communication seemed to pass through them, and Rick was chosen as the one to appease the angry young woman. He put down his fork, his waffle still only half eaten, and looked at his daughter seriously.

"Adelina, we are just going to be gone for a week. You'll have a good time here by yourself," he said soothingly, reaching out to pat her on her shoulder. "You can read books, hang out by the pool, and watch all the TV you want."

Adelina's lower lip only stuck out further. "I just got home from my first year of college two days ago, and I find out my parents are going to be leaving right away. To Hawaii, where they will be sitting by gorgeous beaches and eating fancy food. Yeah, I feel so loved right now."

"Honey, we’ve been over this. Your father won this trip from a raffle at his office. We can't control the scheduling. Besides, when we get back, we'll have the whole rest of the summer with you," Maddy broke in, her voice tight with annoyance. "You are a grown woman now - you don't need us around constantly."

"Besides, parents need some alone time," Rick added, raising his eyebrows suggestively at his wife.

"Yuck," Adelina announced, her voice filled with the petulance only a nineteen-year-old can manage. "I didn't need to know that." She pushed pieces of her waffle around the syrupy mess on her plate, her shoulders slumped. "Honestly, this place just gets creepy by myself, you know?"

"This is a perfectly safe neighborhood, Adelina. The worst thing that has ever happened here was a trashcan being knocked over by raccoons," Maddy said with an eye roll.

"Easy for you to say. You didn't have to take a class last semester on serial killers," Adelina retorted. "It scarred me for life!"

"Ok, ok. No need to be dramatic." Rick sighed and ran a hand through his hair. "Listen, if you feel scared to be in the house by yourself, Vincent can come check on you. Isn't that right, Vincent?"

Vincent Monroe looked up from his coffee cup in surprise. He had been listening to the family drama occurring around him, but had chosen to stay out of it. Vincent was a quiet man and didn't often get involved in Schmidt family politics. Rick was his best friend, and had been for fifteen years, so he spent most Saturdays enjoying brunch with the family. He just enjoyed having a little adopted family to call his own and didn’t want to rock the boat.

"Well…" he started, looking around the room cautiously.

Maddy was nodding her head enthusiastically at him. Rick had mentioned that Maddy badly wanted some 'personal time' to fuck her husband like a newlywed again, so Vincent knew why she was looking excited. The pleading grin on Rick's face showed he felt the same. Not wanting to disappoint the couple, Vincent gritted his teeth and decided to go along with the plan.

With a sigh, he nodded his head in agreement. "Oh, alright. I can come over and check on you from time to time, Ade. If you want."

He looked at Adelina, half afraid she'd say yes and half afraid she'd say no. If she declined, his pride would undoubtedly be hurt. If she agreed, well, then he'd be alone with her. In a big house with plenty of time to let his mind go to places it shouldn't. If he had learned anything about himself over the past year, it was that he couldn't trust himself when it came to the beautiful, untouched Adelina.

"That'd be great, Uncle V! I'm a bit of a scaredy cat and still get nervous being alone. The dorms at college weren't so bad since there were always security guards and stuff. But being here in this big house would be totally different." She flashed him a wide, toothy grin and Vincent felt his heart melt. "I'll feel safer with you around."

There was only one big problem when it came to Adelina - she had full control of his emotions, and he didn't know what to do about it. He knew it was wrong. He had spent many a night trying to convince himself that Adelina was off limits. Way, way off limits. He told himself that fact at least ten times a day when his mind would wander to her curves and delectable lips.

But there she was, sitting across the table from him in a tight white tank top and little cut off shorts. How could he resist her when she put every other woman he met to shame? Every inch of her lithe body was so supple and gorgeous, and it took all of his strength to not eye fuck her right there in front of her parents. Her big baby blue eyes were only making it worse, so he dropped his gaze back to his coffee cup.

"No problem. Happy to help," he mumbled, wishing the ground would open up and swallow him and his perverted thoughts.

He didn't know when his infatuation had begun. For years Adelina had just been the outgoing, playful kid of his best friend. Then she had turned eighteen, and almost overnight had blossomed into a dream doll. Cute butt, firms tits, legs for days, and a pouty little smile that made Vincent's cock rock hard whenever he saw it. His infatuation had sprung up from nowhere, and nothing seemed to shake it. Not even her going off to college had lessened his lust; if anything, she had only returned even more delectable than ever.

And it was wrong. So wrong.

She still called him Uncle V, for fucks sake. She saw him as a member of the family - an older man she looked up to and admired. He knew it would be unforgivable to take advantage of that or to claim her as his own. So he just stuffed down his feelings as best he could and tried to act normal.

It wasn't like Vincent didn't get attention from women his own age. He had half the ladies at his gym circling him like hawks, wanting to catch his attention. He had broad shoulders, peppered hair, and a chiseled face - everything that could get him any lady he wanted. The problem was that the only one he wanted, and perhaps would ever want again, was the innocent looking woman sitting across from him.

"Thanks, man. I owe you a pack of beer for this. I just hope it's not a hassle," Rick said, slapping Vincent on the back affectionately and breaking his train of thought.

"No trouble at all."

Vincent snuck a quick look across the table, where Adelina was wiping up extra syrup with her hand. She got a great big glob of stickiness on the tip of her finger, then stuck it into her mouth. She made a little moan of happiness as she sucked, her eyes locked onto Vincent.

"Well, I had better get back to my house. Lots of chores to do," he said stiffly, quickly standing up.

He grabbed his baseball cap off of the counter and used it to camouflage the hard-on that was threatening to burst through his shorts. Seeing Adelina sucking on her perfect little fingers had made his cock go into Def Con 1, and he wasn't sure how long he could hold things together.

"So soon, Uncle V? I thought you were going to stay and hang out by the pool with us," Adelina said, her eyebrows drawing together in confusion.

"I just remembered I have a bunch of woodworking orders I have to finish up. But don't worry; I'll be around to see you soon." He turned to smile stiffly at Rick. "When do you guys head out?"

"Wednesday morning, so maybe you could pop by that afternoon?"

"No problem." He nodded his head at Maddy and Adelina. "Having a wonderful rest of the day, ladies."

Then he booked it out of the house as fast as he could. He drove like a bat out of hell all the way home, and hardly dared to breathe until he was across town, locked safely away in his living room. Only once he had slumped down into his favorite chair did he dare let out the tension that had been wracking his body.

"Holy shit she's only gotten more beautiful," he gasped, his mind flashing back to Adelina and her sweet lips taking in the syrup. "She's been away at school for nine months, and I thought I'd get over this little crush. Somehow, it's only gotten worse."

Vincent knew he was in trouble. There was no way he'd make it through the next week without jacking off several times a day. And even then, he wasn't sure he could hold back from the inner animal that wanted nothing more than to claim sweet little Adelina for his very own.

V
incent put
his hands on the wheel of his parked car and clenched hard. He had been sitting in front of the Schmidt house for ten minutes but hadn't been able to gather the self-control to go inside. This wasn’t how he wanted to spend his Wednesday afternoon.

"I've got to behave myself. Adelina is a good, sweet girl and doesn't need someone she considers a friend to be lusting after her," he said deeply, squeezing his eyes tightly shut and willing himself to think about mundane, boring things. Cleaning out the fridge. Watering his plants. Folding clothes.

Anything except Adelina.

"I should have told Rick and Maddy that I'm busy this week and couldn't keep an eye on Ade," he grumbled before taking another deep breath.

Vincent wasn't stupid. He knew that his obsession with Adelina was one-sided and pathetic. He was thirty-eight and well past the age of guys she would be interested in. There was no reason for him to be sitting in the Schmidt driveway, nervously panting like a teenager. She could be his daughter for fucks sake, and he had no doubt Adelina would think he was super weird for having a crush on her.

He put his forehead against the wheel and got his mind under control. No thoughts about Adelina naked, writhing under him. No questions about what her sweet little nipples tasted like. He wiped all of it away from his mind and tried to focus on baseball.

Once he had reigned himself in, he got out of the car and made his way to the front door. Everything looked normal; there were no signs of a party being planned for that night. Not that Vincent thought Adelina would break her parents' rules about parties; she was generally a quiet, good kid. That was Vincent's problem - she was too damn perfect.

"Ade, you in here?" he called as he walked into the living room.

Nothing but silence greeted him. He called several more times and worked his way through the house but couldn't find her. The kitchen had recently been cleaned, the counters still wet. The stereo in the living room was softly playing a rock and roll song, but otherwise, there was no sign of any living creature.

Fear began to grip his chest. Had something happened to her? If she was in trouble, he'd race to the ends of the earth to help. Just the thought of her being scared or alone was enough to make his heart ache.

"Adelina" he bellowed a final time, beginning to open the closet doors in the hallway.

"Out here, Uncle V," came a soft, faraway voice.

"The pool," he groaned, wanting to smack himself in the head. "Of course."

French doors off the kitchen led to the backyard, where a round pool sat behind some bushes. Almost entirely shielded by the ladnscaping, the pool was fairly impossible to see from inside the house. As he made his way down the path towards the voice, the water sparkled in the sunlight, and he saw a flash of golden hair.

"There you are," he said, coming up behind the pool chair where Adelina lay stretched out in a tiny pink bikini.

The way she looked nearly killed him. Her long, lean legs were spread slightly apart, and her toes were pointed towards the water. Her stomach, perfectly flat and taunt, was already darkly tanned. Vincent noticed for the first time that she had a diamond belly button ring, glittering seductively against her skin. It surprised him, as she had always been a rather obedient bookworm as a kid. A sexy belly ring showed a new side of her, and his cock jumped at the tantalizing questions it brought to mind.

"Were you worried about me? That's silly, Uncle V," she replied, looking up at him with a big smile.

Her grin shot through his chest and burned away any defenses he had built up in the car. She was breathtakingly beautiful, her eyes awash in happiness. When that expression was on her face, he was willing to die for her, just to make sure she’d never have to feel sadness.

"I was a bit worried." He swallowed the lump in his throat, trying to make his voice sound normal. "Can't help it, being an old man and all."

"You aren't old at all, Uncle V! If I saw you on campus, I'd think you were some hot young professor or something."

Vincent's cock lurched in his pants, proud that she'd consider him hot. He quickly sat down in the chair next to her to avoid any embarrassing moments of her noticing the chubby mast pole that was rising up beyond his control. Once he had arranged himself on the chair, his legs carefully crossed, he looked back over at his beautiful charge.

"No need to flatter my pride, Ade. I'm hardly a professor. Just a simple carpenter, as you know. Anyway, what do you have planned today?"

She shrugged. "Just going to stay here by the pool. Maybe watch some movies tonight. Last semester really wore me out, so I just want to relax."

"You don't have any boyfriends in town you want to go out with?" Vincent asked it casually, studying her face.

"Oh no. All the guys here are really immature. Actually, most of the boys in college have also been jerks. I'm happy without that in my life."

Vincent nodded, relief flooding through him. He never expected to have a chance with beautiful Adelina, but he was relieved to know that she wasn't letting just any stupid kid with a nice car into her pants. He assumed she was still a virgin, too; the girl was smart and had standards - Vincent wanted her to wait until she had the type of man she deserved. He just wished fervently that it could be him.

"Did you enjoy college, even with the immature guys?"

"Yeah, I liked being out of the house. Made me feel grown up to live in the dorm and handle responsibility on my own."

Vincent looked at her womanly curves and swallowed. Yeah, she was definitely all grown up.

"I'm glad you enjoyed it. I never was one for school, since I enjoyed working with my hands so much. You were always so smart, though, so I'm glad you got a chance to go."

Adelina rolled over on her side so she could face him. She looked at him seriously. "Your work is amazing, though. I wish I could build things like you."

He grinned at her sweetness and felt his heart swell again. "Maybe I'll teach you one day. I'm sure we can make you something nice for your dorm room. If you can spare some time away from all your boyfriends," he added at the end just to tease her.

Adelina blushed slightly. "Stop it, Uncle V! Besides, what about you? Have you got any special lady friends?"

Surprised by the question, he fumbled. "No, no one for me."

Adelina gave him a small smile, which almost looked triumphant. Before he could dwell on the matter too long, however, she quickly pushed herself out of the chair and stood up. "I'm going to take a quick dip in the pool. Be back in a minute!"

She skipped to the pool, the small pink fabric of her bikini bottoms riding up and showing half her ass. It was as golden as the rest of her, and Vincent had the sudden realization that she must lay outside naked sometimes to avoid tan lines.

"Rick and Maddy are good friends. I can't think about their daughter like this," he whispered under his breath as he watched her stand beside the pool. "She's way too young for me and would be grossed out to know I'm such a pervert around her."

It was too late, though. His mind was stuck on the image of Adelina laying beside the pool, her body completely bare. He imagined her heavy breasts being warmed by the sun, and how nice it'd feel to rub his hands over the toasted skin.

The splash of her body hitting the water made his mind jerk back to reality. He took a deep breath and tried to calm himself. Adelina continued to happily swim around the pool, and he closed his eyes, trying to think about anything but her bare butt.

He was nearly in control when she finally decided to come back to her chair. He could hear her wet feet on the tile as she made her way towards him.

"The water is wonderful right now!" she enthused, flopping down. "Hey, are you napping?"

"No, just relaxing," he sighed.

"You are totally napping. I hear that is what old men do a lot."

His eyes shot open, and he turned to face her with a scowl. "One day you'll be old too, and it won't be so funny anymore."

She smirked at him, her pale pink lips turning up in the most inviting way. "Whatever you say, Uncle V. I'm worried I'm getting sunburned now, though. Will you help me put some more lotion on? I can't reach my back."

Vincent's throat dried up at this offer. He knew he should say no. He one hundred percent knew he should make up an excuse, get in his car and drive away. Nothing good could come from his hands on her smooth skin, rubbing slippery lotion everywhere. Nope, it was a terrible idea.

"Please? I don't want to burn," she pushed, giving him big puppy dog eyes.

It was too late. His fate was sealed, his heart captured by the lovely creature before him.

"Sure, pass me the lotion."

She squealed happily and tossed him a container. Then she sat down on the chair at his feet, pulling her hair aside so he could see all of her back. He slathered his hands up completely in the white lotion, then hovered his palms over her shoulders.

"You want it all over?" he asked, his voice tight and strange to his ears.

"Everywhere!"

Ever so softly he began to rub her skin. He started at her shoulders, then ran his hands down her back. Her taunt skin rippled under his touch, and he reveled in how smooth and soft she was. Lower and lower he worked, his hands gliding over her petite waist before stopping just above her tiny pink bikini bottoms.

"OK, I guess that does it," he said, regretfully starting to pull his palms away.

"Wait, I need you to do the back of my legs too," she said brightly, hopping up and standing before him. "I always burn there."

Vincent stared at the beautiful, long stems before him. Her butt was at eye level and right in front of him, barely covered by the tiny pink fabric. He wasn't sure if he was in heaven or hell, being teased by her body like this, but he sure as heck wasn't going to pass on the opportunity for a few more touches.

He slathered up his hands again and started to lotion up her legs. He began at her left ankle, then slowly worked his way upward, wrapping both hands around her leg as he went. When he reached the top of her thigh he let himself rest for just a moment, his fingers agonizingly close to Adelina's sweet honey pot. Then, with a Herculean effort, he dropped his palms and began the process again on her right leg.

When he was done, he was so hard it ached. He knew he had to go take care of his problem before he exploded right in front of her, so he stood up and gave her a friendly pat on the shoulder.

"Well, that should keep you safe for now. I'm going to go inside and get a drink. I'll be back in a bit. You enjoy the pool a bit more."

He then shuffled towards the house, anxious to whack one off as quickly as possible.

"My god. She's totally going to be the death of me," he muttered under his breath.