The Family Discount

Jay Smooth strolls in on his day off, gift certificate burning a hole in his pocket. Behind the desk: Ella Knox—his own family member who handed him the card at last month’s reunion. She looks up, eyes wide. She’s the only therapist free, and the minute she locks the door behind them she’s already promising she can keep this professional. In the room he strips to his briefs. When she returns she oils her palms, smooths them down his back, then reaches his waistband and hooks her fingers. He flinches; she whispers “Just fabric in the way,” and tugs. Underwear gone, skin bare. He flips. His cock’s standing hard, flushed, obvious. She stares at it a beat, tongue caught between her teeth, then says, “Natural reaction, relax.” She strokes around it, oil gleaming, but every slow drag brings her knuckles brushing the shaft. He hisses. The next pass her fingertips slide straight over the head. Jay jerks—heat, slick, trouble. Ella keeps stroking, grip tightening, wrist twisting in lazy corkscrews from root to crown until his breath stutters and hips lift. She leans close. “Nobody finds out if we don’t tell.” Another tug, slicker, bolder. Jay’s resolve cracks; he gives the smallest nod. Ella smiles like she’s won something filthy and keeps working him—long, relentless pulls that promise much more than any “standard massage.”