Authors: J.D. Moon
He removed his hand, knowing full well he could end the conversation now, send her to bed and go home to pummel himself with guilt just for thinking the things he did.
“Come here,” he said, without a pause or a shudder or even a gulp. His voice became calm and centered. He spoke from his heart and met her eyes, enjoying the power he felt. She would let him do anything. She would have no choice but to do whatever he asked. From the moment she first called him that was the feeling in the air.
At last, he wanted to take what was his. She obeyed and scooted herself forward, letting him take her face into his hands. He kissed her lightly at first, tasting her lips then her mouth. Then he kissed her deeper, holding her tight and heightening the intensity of the kiss. There is where she should say, What are you doing? But all she did was absorb his power, taking in his lips, his tongue and his humid, delicious taste.
He didn’t say a word but he let go and took his foot back to the gas, releasing the parking break. He knew, somehow, that going into her house wouldn’t be right and that thought alone made them both boil hot for each other. If they were going to do this, they would have to find a neutral setting, just so they could keep pretending this never happened. No need to taint wholesome platonic memories with this…this filth.
Rob looked at her, a wild and ravenous look to which she stared at him raising her chin, inviting him closer. He parked the truck in a hotel parking lot before scooting closer to her and taking her into his arms once again.
She panted with excitement as she placed fiery kisses up and down her neck, keeping his hands warm on a chilly night with her body heat emanating from that dress. That sexy dress she wore just for him in hopes that he might crack. He buried his face, his hot lips, right in her cleavage, in between her breasts, and sniffed in her intimate perfume. She wouldn’t dare object, wouldn’t dare ask him to slow down or go inside. She wanted him however he wanted to take her.
Fuck me right now, right here, she said with her weakening eyes, barely able to stare into that glowering face.
“Ahhhh…” she sang deeply as he sank his lips lower, kissing her breasts, while pushing his fingers up and under her skirt. He needed to touch her. Before anything else, that which was forbidden he needed to feel right now. He pushed his fingers up against her slit, finding her clitoris and rubbing it. Not a word was shared, but he listened to her soft moans, her cracking voice, like listening to classical music.
He craved to hear her voice, to hear her orgasm just once, that same excited squeal she made so many years ago, when it felt so wrong, so raw and never-going-to-happen-again furious. He found her clit’s sensitive side and rubbed it, slower to start, then increasing the speed until his arm was shifting hard, all over the seat and dashboard. He couldn’t stop, he wouldn’t stop until he made his sister come…
He rubbed her clit firmly, making Carolyn shudder in her seat. She squealed a good one, a moan that let him know she had come. But the night was just getting started. He only looked into her eyes, but she knew his order was to follow her inside the hotel. They both got out and he locked the door, racing to the hotel front desk.
They didn’t look at each other while waiting for a room. It felt a little strange. Besides, Rob didn’t want to stop now. One odd look, one strange comment could kill the mood—for him or for her—and more than anything this is what he wanted. To be in her. In Carolyn.
He closed the hotel door behind him and stared at Carolyn in fascination. She hadn’t made any move yet, preferring to be ordered, to be told what to do. Maybe he wanted to take her clothes off. Maybe she would tell him to strip.
He wasn’t even sure what he wanted to happen, but he knew he enjoyed the sensation of finally looking into little sis’ eyes, with full permission, and no reason to runaway in guilt or fear. Maybe there would be hell to pay later, but for now, all he wanted was to give in and stop thinking. He gently pushed her on the bed and lifted her skirt, just so he could look at her forbidden fruit. Her panties were already moist, a black little thong that moved so easily so lightly in his hand.
He pulled it off slowly, looking into her eyes, until he looked down at her shaved pussy. It felt right, resting his hands on her pubic mound and touching her intimacy. She felt like family, and all of this felt platonic—except a corrupted, dirty version of the love they had already shared.
He took his shirt off button by button and she watched, spreading her legs and feeling the heat of the moment. His chest was peppered with hair and his muscles were big and well-toned. His body was always to die for, even as “brother and sister” she thought that. She would sneak a peek through the window while he mowed the lawn or showered with the garden house.
And now it was here, rubbing on her body, his scent—just a hint of cologne mixed with sweat—was all over her, crushing her senses and making her gasp for relief. She sighed and took a gasp as he boldly grabbed her dress shoulder straps and pulled them down, anxiously awaiting her bra. After kissing her fleshy chest, he turned her around on the bed, kissing her lower back and then her shoulders as he unfastened her bra.
A stomach-churning, “what would they think” notion came over him, but it only made him harder for her. He shoved her back over, dying to put his lips on her breasts, her forbidden luscious cleavage that always taunted him not to look. He suckled on her thick nipples, first one and then the other, tasting her scent over and over again and becoming dizzy from the rush.
“Let me see it…”
Her whisper was almost enough to make him stop, to think, and to obsess over the ethics of it all. But no, it wasn’t time to regret. Not yet. He unzipped and wiggled his pants up, dropping them to the bed and then to the floor. He took off his blue boxers and showed it to her—his hard, aching cock, reaching nine inches. He was big just like she always suspected. She never got as far as seeing him named, not that she never tried. She smiled and touched her lip as he stroked himself for her pleasure.
Their eyes locked and the energy sparking, they waited a long two minutes, just being there naked in each other’s presence. By the time Rob penetrated Carolyn in missionary, she was already wet. He slid his thick cock inside her, slowly, feeling every inch and pushing ahead into her, and then back, loving the sensation—yes, doing what he did to other women with her, the one woman he promised never to touch illicitly.
“Oh God! Rawwwbbb…” she said with a rising voice, spreading her legs wider so she could feel his already big cock thrust in deeper. “Oh…yes…yes…”
He could feel his legs buckling and his stiff cock starting to spasm. He felt strange asking her the question, but it was the one mood killer probably worth speaking. “Where do you want me…”
“Not inside. I’m not…” she shook her head and stopped talking but met his eyes in wild-eyed lust.
He almost lost it right there, that look and that implication—that he could do the unthinkable. He just barely pulled out in time, just as she was rocking with pleasure and gripping his cock tight.
“Ohhh! Oh I’m coming again…” she moaned, but not before Rob pulled out and held his red dick firm. He spurted his love all over her tummy and pubic mound, inhaling deeply and groaning aloud, finally taking care of a ten year ache.
Both were so turned on, so scandalized, and now so wet and exhausted, they couldn’t do anything but puff in and out, laying next to each other on that suddenly tainted bed.
“Oh God…what did we do,” Rob said, finally remembering in his body that she was like a little sister, and practically family.
“Huhhh…” she breathed out, too dizzy to even reply.
“What did we do…” he turned and looked at her, confused and a bit soberly. The lust was real, that’s for sure, but his guilt suddenly returned. To his surprise, he wasn’t the only one who was second-guessing their explosive affair.
“I don’t know…oh God…I can’t believe we did that…” Carolyn said, much to Rob’s anguish, who now felt doubly blood guilty for his sin against all mankind.
“I’m sorry…my intention wasn’t to…”
“Hey, hey,” she said, touching his chest, before quickly becoming embarrassed and removing it. “That’s not what I’m talking about. Stop blaming yourself for everything.”
“But I’m like your big brother. I’m supposed to be protecting you. And here I am…”
“Yeah…well, big brother. Maybe I should tell you the other side of the coin now. I have a boyfriend.”
“What?!”
“Yeah. So maybe you should lay off the guilt a while and let me have some.”
“I…I didn’t know.”
“I never told you. Did I? I guess that makes me the bad girl.”
She covered herself with a pillow, feeling a bit self-conscious but still enjoying the awkward moment of nudity with the one guy fate denied her. A woman really can do the impossible, can’t she?
Suffice it to say, it was an awkward talk afterwards, and both big brother and little sis departed on uncertain terms. Rob’s goal was to leave the crime scene as soon as possible, and Carolyn had to rush home to assure Skylar, the cuckolded, that everything was okay—even if that was a particularly injurious lie.
Skylar was a bit of a slow learner, so at least Carolyn had that going for him. But she also knew as obsessive and anxious as Rob was, there was no way he could let this go. There would be no secrets and it couldn’t happen again. They still needed the “talk” assuring each other it was a mistake.
But why? Her stubborn mind asked. He’s not my physical brother. If I get off on having sex with someone who feels like my brother that’s my cross to bear. No one else’s business.
The phone rang, and as characteristic for a lonely evening, that meant only bad news. It’s him. Probably wanting to define what happened, call it a mistake, with a sad and somber promise of never letting it happen again.
“Yeah?”
“It’s me, Carolyn.”
“I expected you might call. Rob.” The name, just the name felt so taboo now. They really had fucked up a good friendship and it felt titillating, even now, as she rubbed her snatch thinking about his length. “So? Let’s hear it.”
“Hear what? All I know is…I don’t want this to stop.”
“What?” Her heart raced and her eyes widened. Of all people to be suddenly selfish and taking, her own brother? Who wanted this game to keep going?
“I don’t know how. But I can’t stop thinking about you. About what we did…”
“But…are you okay with it?”
“I’m not okay about you cheating on your boyfriend. As for us…well…I don’t know what to say about it, except that I can’t walk away from you. Not now. Not back then. Jesus, Carolyn, I’ve never been able to walk away from you.”
Especially now, she thought, rolling her fingers through her hair, enjoying the naughty thought that she finally had him—held him firmly, and with no intention of letting him go. The brother she wanted for so long. You’ll never walk away from me ever again.
“I have an idea,” Carolyn said, double flinching her own guilt away. “We don’t have to confess anything. But I’ll ask Skylar if he wants a threesome.”
“What?”
“We’ve always talked about it. I’ll convince him that our sex life needs a little excitement. That’s no lie, either. I think he’ll be up for it. That way, we don’t have to feel guilty. He’ll know that we have a casual relationship going. No secrets.”
“So…we’d both…at the same time?”
“Just until I break up with him. A few weeks maybe. But just once…you know…you could fulfill a longtime fantasy of mine…”
She bit her finger at the thought. Not only her stepbrother but her boyfriend. Together, pleasuring her. She had always heard of girlfriends trying it, but never thought she would have the chance.
“Okay…I think that’s a good plan. At least, he’ll know that something’s happening between us.”
So intent on keeping me that he’s willing to do a threesome. I have him just where I want him.
Carolyn felt the power all right, and felt erotic and tingly all day long, anticipating the marathon that was to come. Skylar was such a hippie, she figured, he wouldn’t object to fucking in bed with another guy. In fact, his response went a lot better than she could have even planned.
“Threesome with some guy you just met? Yeah, I’ll try anything once,” he said with a jocular smile.
The only problem was, there was still a secret. She didn’t tell Skylar the absolute truth, that she had already slept with the “guy”, and worse yet, he was her legal brother. Stepbrother by blood, but very real in every other sense of the world. That part Skylar probably wouldn’t have been so relaxed about, but some thrills in life are worth the secrets.