Double Pleasure: Alpha Male Taboo Forbidden Romance (5 page)

“Get my back?” I asked, turning around.

I felt his thick, heavy hand on my back, and I felt as if I was going to fall to my knees. They felt weak as I tried to control my breathing.

“Now my front.”

When I turned to face him again, he stared directly into my eyes. At the same time, his hands reached out and began fondling my breasts, getting them really soapy. The feeling of his fingers touching my body made me feel wonderful. Then I touched his body. My fingers ran down his hard chest and chiseled abs and grabbed onto his hard step-cock.

“Unh,” he grunted then slid his hand down the front of my body.

I moaned as I felt his palm on my pussy. Water fell on us as we continued to touch each other. With each drop that fell, more steam rose up, clouding us and our actions. Neither of us wanted to stop. He didn't look away, continuing to stare at me as he pleased me. Had he had this fantasy before? I wondered briefly as I felt him throb in my hand.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw our parents car pull up in the driveway. I knew I didn't want what was happening to stop, but I also didn't want to get caught. Josh continued staring into my eyes, his face contorted a little. I gripped him tighter and began moving my hand up and down faster. He kept up the pace as he slipped a finger inside me.

“Hurry. They're back,” I gasped.

He glanced out the window and saw their car. At that exact moment, I felt him throb. Something warm and wet shot out of the tip of his dick and hit my stomach.

“Go, go!” I yelled.

He jumped out of the shower, grabbed his clothes, then rushed out of the bathroom and to his bedroom down the hall. When he was gone, I walked forward a little so that I was directly under the water. I looked down and saw his seed run down my body then the drain. With my head held back slightly, I started to gently rub my clitoris.

While it didn't feel as good as when my stepbrother had touched me, I knew I had to give myself an orgasm or I would go crazy. I closed my eyes and tried to block out the rest of the world. All I could see in my mind was Josh. In my fantasy, he was standing and stroking himself and fingering me at the same time. I imagined it was his palm pressing against me.

Then I came. The water continued to stream down my body as I gave out a little cry while trying to stifle my orgasm. I didn't need the whole damn house knowing what had just happened. I stood there and enjoyed the moment then washed up again before turning the water off. After I dried off, I wrapped the towel around me and headed to my bedroom.

I passed the door to Josh's room, which was open, but I didn't see him. The sound of laughter filtered up from the kitchen through the heating vents. I went into my bedroom then closed and locked the door. Still wrapped in the towel, I went to the closet and tried to pick out something to wear. I say tried because no matter what I did, I couldn't get Josh out of my thoughts.

What had happened between us? I knew the simple answer to that question, but I wasn't sure of the long term implications. And that concerned me. Would it be awkward between us? Did he want more? Was I a whore because of what happened? I settled on pink sweat pants and a loose fitting t-shirt, not wanting to cause Josh to go crazy.

After I was dressed, I sat at my desk and brushed my hair as it dried. The person that stared back at me in the mirror seemed different than the person I usually saw. Had the shower Josh and I taken together changed me that much? Would our friendship and the rest of our lives be ruined? No matter the damage, I knew I wouldn't give up what had happened between us for anything.

* * * * *

“I'll clean up. You guys go. You two need a night out,” I said after dinner.

Mom looked at me suspiciously, but dad was all about leaving. When they were gone, Josh walked into the kitchen.

“I'm heading out. Just want to make sure we're still cool.”

“What?” I turned around. “You're leaving? I thought...”

“You thought what, Lissa? We can't ever do more than what happened today.”

I put my hands on my hips. “And what happened today?”

“What do you mean? You know what happened.”

“Exactly. I got you off and you left me hanging.”

“They were home,” he said, gesturing wildly with his hand.

“And they're gone now.”

He took a deep breath, frowned, then turned around and stormed out of the room. I hated the way he acted sometimes. Part of me had just been teasing about him not giving me an orgasm, but the tiny nub between my legs wasn't kidding at all. I decided to let the dishes soak a while and walked upstairs to my bedroom. After I shut the door, I walked over to my desk and rolled a joint.

After opening my window and turning on the ceiling fan, I lit it up. As I took a deep hit, I looked around my room, which seemed different after having been gone away at college. The first two summers had been different in some way. I couldn't put my finger on it exactly, so I exhaled and took another big hit from the joint.

Smoke flew through the air toward the window, pushed by invisible wind. Maybe that was why I'd opened the shower curtain and stepped in with Josh? Was that also the reason I'd touched his cock? And gotten him off? As I smoked, my thoughts began to become less focused. I drifted back to his body without the emotions attached.

Ten hits later, I set the joint down and headed over to my bed. The house was empty, so I slipped out of my clothes then laid down. With my eyes closed, I began to rub my hands over my breasts, teasing my nipples. Then I moved away from them and touched other parts of my body. All the while, I thought about Josh and his strong arms, how his finger had felt inside me.

Gradually, I made my way back to my hard nipples. I sighed as my fingers brushed over them. Between the weed and what had happened in the shower earlier, I knew I was going to have one of my best orgasms ever. That thought alone made me breathe a little faster. As my chest rose and fell, my hands slipped lower on my body.

My fingers passed over my neatly trimmed hair then reached my slit. I moaned again as I touched myself, imagining it was his fingers that were touching me. As I got wet and started to breathe heavy, I heard the floorboards creak. I opened my eyes and looked to my door, which I'd forgotten to lock. Josh was standing there looking in.

I didn't stop touching myself as he watched. Would he come over? If I said anything I might scare him away, so I kept my mouth shut. Then he walked toward me. I moved over on the bed and spread my legs wide. Did he know what I wanted him to do? What would happen if he continued what he had started earlier that day?

As my fingers played the delicate instrument between my legs, he surprised me as he got on the bed on his stomach and scooted closer to me. His lips kissed the inside of my thighs, first one side then the other. I looked down at him as he stared intently at my pussy, examining me. When I couldn't resist anymore, I reached out and grabbed his head, pulling his face down while I bucked my hips up.

When his lips touched my fleshy, pink lips, I thought I was going to come right away. Then his tongue slipped out of his mouth and he started lapping at me. I moaned again, unable to believe what was happening or how good it felt. He continued to lick me as he stuck a finger inside me. Fuck! I thought. It felt so good. I didn't want him to ever stop.

He fucked me with his finger as his tongue teased my clitoris lightly then more firmly. The rest of the room faded away. All I could concentrate on was the feeling of his lips and tongue moving over my sensitive skin. Then he pushed two fingers inside me and wiggled them. I screamed out as my orgasm rushed up and overtook me. Pleasure washed over my body.

I continued to shake as he pulled his fingers out and looked up at me, a satisfied look on his face. My chest was rising and falling quickly as I tried to catch my breath. I had never imagined he would be so good at going down on a woman. He was better than any man I'd ever been with so far in my life. And I doubted anyone would be able to replicate what he'd done to me.

“Wow,” I said.

“We're even now, right?”

“What? No.”

I sat up on my elbows and stared down at him.

“What do you mean? You got me off and I got you off. We're even.”

“You got me off with your mouth, dummy. I got you off with my hands. I'm one up on you.”

When he realized what I was talking about, I smiled. A look of horror and lust flashed over his face as I got up and crawled toward him. Before he could say anything or go away, I started to undo his pants.

“Help me get these off. Quick,” I said.

He didn't argue. When his pants were on the floor, I reached out and grabbed his cock with one of my hands. It was already hard, which I found a little flattering. With my feet near his head, I leaned over and slipped the tip of his dick past my lips. His hands grasped the comforter on my bed and squeezed as I took more of him in my mouth.

The taste was neither nasty or nice. All I could really think about was making him as happy as he had made me so that we would be even. I knew we couldn't keep acting like we were, especially if I went back to college after summer like I planned. His throbbing cock in my hand was what mattered to me most as I made love to it with my mouth.

Instead of just bobbing my head up and down, I took my time and really teased him with my tongue and lips. He grew even harder, his mushroom head purple, swollen and shiny. I knew he was close to coming, but I wanted to tease him some more. His taste turned me on. If he let me, I would suck his cock all night long.

“Stop,” he said suddenly, pulling away.

I turned and looked at him. “What's wrong?”

“Can I...put it inside you?”

“You want to fuck my pussy?”

“Yeah.”

“Then say it.”

“I want to fuck your pussy.”

“Whose pussy?” He cocked his head to the side, confused, so I gave him the answer. “Your sister's pussy.”

“I want to fuck my sister.”

“You're so dirty...”

“Hey, you told me to say it...”

“I was teasing. Just shut up and let me put it in.”

He got silent as I crawled on top of him then reached down to hold him as I lowered myself. I moaned as he penetrated me completely. That slight curve made it that much better as he slid into me all the way. I leaned forward, my breasts pressed against his chest, and kissed him on the lips. His hands grabbed my cheeks and he kissed me back passionately.

I moved back and put my palms on his hard chest as I started to ride him. He reached up and began to play with my nipples, gently pinching them as I moved up and down, his dick thrusting into me each time my body moved downward. We found a perfect rhythm and the rest of the world faded away. Our bodies became one. The fact that it was so forbidden turned me on even more.

“You're so tight,” he groaned.

As I looked deep into his eyes, I slowed down slightly. I wanted the moment to last forever. I knew that wasn't possible, but with all the emotions and hormones running through my body, it was all I could do not to come right away myself. He felt huge inside me as the friction continued to build up. All the sexual tension between us was finally coming to a boil.

Before he came, I climbed off. He looked down at me as if I'd just shot him or called him a bad name, but he didn't complain when I took him into my mouth. One of my hands slid up and down his smooth, slick shaft as I kept the tip right in front of my mouth. I stared at him, loving the way his face contorted as he got closer and closer to coming.

Then I felt the base of his cock twitch. I knew what was coming next. He grunted as I gave him one final, firm tug. I swallowed as much of his creamy seed as I could. When he was finally done shaking, I moved my hand away then leaned forward to lick him clean. When that was done, I curled up beside him for a moment.

Neither of us talked. We didn't need to speak words to communicate. Both of us knew. After a few minutes, we went to clean up. I let him use the bathroom by himself first before going in. The line we had crossed was back in play – at least for the time being. We didn't mention it to each other, but we spent a lot of time together.

That summer was the best ever. After that first time, we never fooled around again. Both of us got married within two years of our sexual encounter. What was strange was that we were closer than ever before. We weren't really brother and sister, but I felt as if we were for the first time in my life. I loved him. He loved me. And that was all that mattered to either of us.

Bonus Story 2

Dirty College Party

One

Carissa

Jane’s Addiction poured out of speakers across the room as Amy and I sat on the couch in our shared living room. She wasn’t the smartest woman on the planet - by any means - but she helped pay the bills and I put up with her.

“Come on, it’s going to be one of our last college parties,” she whined.

I sighed. “Sure, okay.”

“Yay!” Her excitement was
not
contagious. “I have the perfect costume idea for you,” she continued.