A Family Affair Anthology : An Extreme Taboo Anthology

by Ally Vance

  Emmett’s arm tightens around me from behind, and I find my back being pressed up fully against him. Something hard is digging into my ass, and I feel my face heat when I realize it’s his dick. My whole body is suddenly alert, and I’m hyper-aware of how much physical contact there is between Emmett and I right now. I’m ashamed to find my own dick stirring in response.

  I’m unable to stay still. My blood is racing around my body, and my fingers itch to give myself some relief…I shift slightly, and my eyes widen when his heavy cock settles between my asscheeks. We’re both fully clothed, but I couldn’t feel more exposed even if I was stark naked. I shouldn’t do this here where he might wake up and catch me, but the risk of him seeing and hearing me getting off only makes my dick harder.

  What’s wrong with me…I shouldn't be having these thoughts, let alone considering entertaining them. I throw a quick glance over my shoulder, and the sight of Emmett’s sleeping face makes me feel bolder. I slide my hand beneath the waistband of my boxers and squeeze my aching dick. I bite my tongue to prevent a moan escaping and carefully free myself from my underwear. My heart is thudding rapidly in my chest, and I start to move my hand, fisting the length of my hard shaft and swiping my thumb through the precum beading at the tip. I’m only covered by the blanket, but the threat of being caught makes me so fucking hot, and I can’t stop myself.

  Soon I find my rhythm, and I’m steadily working toward my impending release when Emmett groans in his sleep and pulls me even closer…I nearly come right then and there. I’m unable to stop the whimper from passing my lips as pleasure starts to tingle at the base of my dick. I can feel the orgasm building; I’m so fucking close. My balls tighten and draw up toward my body, and I’m preparing to shoot my load when Emmett’s hand closes around my dick, and the rock hard cock pressed between my asscheeks is ground firmly against me. I let out a shout of surprise and come hard.

  “Fuck!” I curse, shuddering as the cum spurts from the end of my dick, coating mine and Emmett’s hands while we continue to milk the rest of my orgasm from me.

  “Mmm, were you thinking of me while you worked your thick cock, Kade?” Emmett growls behind me, his voice husky with sleep.

  His warm breath on my neck sends fresh shivers through me as the aftershocks of the orgasm continue to wrack my body. I’m gasping for air, and my lungs don’t seem to want to work. I turn my head to face him just in time to see him bring his hand, glistening with my cum, to his lips. His tongue darts out, and he licks my release from his fingers. I swallow hard, and his eyes darken as he watches my throat move. Fucking hell, that’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.

  “You taste so damn good, Kade,” he says, and before the words can even register, his hand moves behind my head, and his mouth crashes down on mine in a kiss that stops my heart.

  Chapter 6

  Emmett

  His fucking lips are going to be my ruination. The taste of Kade on my tongue sets a fire in my blood, and I want to burn in the inferno of desire threatening to consume me. The sounds he was making are still reverberating through my brain, and the way he reacted to my touch when I gripped his thick cock has left me aching for my own release. It takes every ounce of my self-control not to roll Kade over onto his front, sink my cock into his body, and stake my claim. As it is, I’m struggling to find a reason not to do just that. I roll away with a groan of frustration, instead.

  Kade twists around to face me, his lips are parted, glistening in the dim light. Slowly his eyes drop down to my groin. There’s no disguising my need…it’s clear enough to both of us in the way my cock is stretching out the material of my pants. Our eyes meet, and I let out a quiet gasp. If he touches me, there's absolutely no way I'll ever be able to walk away from him…I’m not certain I could leave him now anyway.

  All of the reasons I should stop this are dissipating, and it’s becoming unclear as to why I’m fighting the inevitable. He doesn’t know the truth about me, though. He’s not ready to hear it, and I shouldn’t take advantage of that fact any more than I have already. I ought to tell him about me, but I can’t bring myself to remove the picture I’ve carefully painted. I don’t have it in me to tear down those walls because I want Kade…I want him so much it hurts.

  “Don’t,” I rasp when Kade rolls over and reaches for the waistband of my pants.

  “Why not?” he challenges, dipping his fingers beneath the elasticated material.

  I halt him with a hand on his wrist and a hiss escapes me when his fingers brush against my skin, sending electric shocks of lust zipping through my veins.

  “Not right now. I don’t know if I can control myself with you. I wouldn’t want to hurt you,” I admit, and I barely manage to stop the secrets from spilling off the tip of my tongue.

  “What if I want you to?” Kade whispers, and I chuckle before rubbing a hand over my face.

  “Don’t make this harder than it already is,” I warn him.

  His lips twist into a sly grin before he withdraws his fingers and cups my solid erection standing proud between us, covered only by a thin barrier of material.

  “Harder than this you mean?”

  My cock twitches in his hand, and a growl escapes my lips, “Stop.”

  Kade squeezes, and I can feel the tendons in his wrist, moving beneath my grip.

  “Make me,” he challenges.

  I grit my teeth, and lifting his hand away instantly miss his touch, but I can’t let this continue.

  “Don’t act like a brat, Kade.”

  He snorts, “You’re not my father. Don’t tell me what to do.”

  I drop his hand and stare at him, my heart thudding dully in my chest. I need to tell him, but I’m worried it will destroy what’s currently building between us. This boy, my boy, brings out a dark lust in me, which I’ve only ever felt once before in my life. The last time I took the risk of indulging in the forbidden, I was shot down, blackmailed by Preston, and forced away from everyone I’d ever loved.

  “I want to,” Kade murmurs, leaning toward me and brushing his lips over mine.

  I’m paralyzed by the thoughts warring in my brain, but when I respond with silence, he takes it as encouragement to continue. God help me when he slides from the couch to the floor and then onto his knees before shimmying toward where my hard cock’s straining against the zipper of my pants. Long, narrow fingers dip beneath the waistband, and the tips of them brushing against my skin send a spark of heat directly to my groin. I’m not sure I could get any harder than this, and I’m frozen in shock and fascination while I wait to see what he'll do next.

  At seventeen, he’s far too young for me to unleash every single one of my fantasies on him…not to mention that tedious connection we share. But damn it, as I stare down into his deep hazel eyes, I find it hard to care about anything other than him in this moment and what’s unfolding between us.

  “Kade, you shouldn’t,” I say without conviction. He raises an eyebrow at me, and a smirk tilts the corner of his mouth.

  I’ll give myself this one time with him even if this is all I ever get. When he finds out what I’m hiding from him, he’s going to hate me forever.

  I exhale sharply when Kade reaches farther below my waistband. His fingers close around my cock while he uses his other hand to tug my pants down to give him better access. The sight of him kneeling in front of me with his hand wrapped firmly around my shaft has me impossibly hard.

  To my utter surprise and pleasure, he opens his mouth and takes my entire length inside until his lips are kissing the base. He gags when the tip hits the back of his throat and unbidden my hand goes behind his head, guiding his movement as he slides his mouth back up my shaft. Kade’s saliva glistens on my skin, and when he repeats the movement and groans, the vibration coming from his throat has my eyes rolling back, and I nearly blow my load.

  He licks my length from the base upward, swirling his tongue around the head before dipping it into the slit. My vision goes white with pleasure when he gentl
y sucks on the sensitive skin beneath the tip before taking all of me back into his mouth.

  Kade on his knees and worshiping my cock with his mouth is without doubt the hottest, filthiest, most forbidden thing I’ve ever seen in my life. There's nothing in this world that could stop me from enjoying this stolen moment with every fibre of my being.

  “Don’t fucking stop,” I grit out, my voice rough with arousal, and I feel more than see him smile around my length.

  “On second thoughts, I’m just going to move into a better position. Stay on your knees,” I instruct, grinning down at him.

  I stand up, and dropping my pants to the floor, I step out of them and nudge Kade, so his back is to the couch with me standing over him. He looks up at me; the pupils of his eyes are blown wide: the black swallowing the hazel, and his lips are pink and swollen. I run a hand over the back of his head, tangling my fingers in his messy, pale hair.

  Chapter 7

  Kade

  Nerves twist my stomach, but I don’t let them stop me from following Emmett’s silent directions as he guides his cock into my mouth again. The skin is still damp from my saliva and tastes like a mixture of salt and man. I’ve never done this before, but I know what I like, so I do my best to mimic the actions on him. I close my lips around the head of his cock, and I flick the tip with my tongue, eliciting a low groan from Emmett. I suck the head, my cheeks hollowing out before I release him again, teasing.

  His fingers twist in my hair, and he tugs my head back to meet my eyes.

  “I’m going to fuck that sexy mouth of yours,” he growls, making my heart and my dick jump in response, and I moan around his length. His nostrils flare and he lets out a low grunt before saying through gritted teeth, “Brace yourself, kid, and don’t forget to breathe.” Then he smirks as he thrusts forward in a single fluid motion until he’s penetrated my mouth to his hilt.

  My nose is pressed against his pubic bone, making me choke from lack of oxygen, and my eyes begin to water. He slowly eases back before jerking his hips forward again until my lips are once more wrapped around the base. He repeats the motion, increasing the speed of his movements until he finds the right tempo, and I’m able to time my breaths better.

  Saliva dribbles down my chin, and I lift my hands to grip his ass as we both find our rhythm. His grunts above me set my body alight; my own cock is screaming for attention. Emmett’s breathing gets gradually harsher, and his thrusts more erratic. He leans over me, placing his hands on the back of the couch as he fucks my mouth with wild abandonment. All I can do is hold onto him and concentrate on keeping my jaw relaxed although I’m feeling a dull ache from holding it open for so long.

  “I’m coming.”

  It’s the only warning I get before I feel the spurts of his cum hitting the back of my throat in hot, thick jets, and I do my best to swallow it all. Having reached its peak, his orgasm gradually subsides and his movements slow until it’s over. His cock slips from my mouth when he steps back and collapses onto the couch. I splutter, gasping for air as I swallow the remnants of saliva and cum still in my mouth before wiping my chin on the back of my hand and letting my head fall back onto the sofa cushions with my eyes closed.

  Our heavy pants fill the room, and the silence that stretches between us is intense. I’m not sure what to say or do, and I’m extremely aware of the fact I just sucked off my abductor and enjoyed it…probably far more than I should’ve. Emmett draws me to him like a moth to a flame, and I’m wondering how deeply I’ll be burned by his touch.

  I smile when I feel his fingers stroking my cheek, and I lean toward him. I keep my eyes closed while he traces the contours of my face with his fingertips, running them lightly over the skin. Tingles spread down my body and goosebumps erupt all over my skin; I let out an involuntary shiver. In spite of the unusual circumstances surrounding our situation, not to mention the mysterious origins of his connection with my parents, I’m strangely glad to be here.

  “So how do you know my parents?” I ask, unable to hold the question back any longer.

  Emmett’s hand stops moving…only for a split second, but it’s long enough for me to notice the hesitation. I open my eyes and turn to look up at him. He appears to be deep in thought, and I see a flash of something in his eyes, which he quickly smothers when he notices me watching.

  “I told you when we met I’m an old family friend,” he says, enunciating each word carefully.

  “Well, I don’t believe that’s the whole truth. I asked Mom about you, but all she'd tell me is that you’re no good and to stay away. She said you left town for a good reason and never came back.” I twist around to face him fully and instantly mourn the loss of his touch, but my eagerness to find out more about him has taken over all my thoughts.

  Nothing he could tell me will change what I think of him, or how I’m beginning to feel about him. I’m slipping further every single day, finding myself watching him when we’re in the same room. Each lingering touch on my skin leaves a trail of fiery desire in its wake…I want Emmett.

  “I didn’t leave by choice, Kade. I wouldn’t have left if I’d thought there was another way. I was out of options. My whole damn life would've been ruined if I’d ignored their threats,” he growls, putting his head in his hands.

  “Who?” I ask; although something tells me I already know.

  “Your mom and Preston. Look, I don’t want to talk about this right now,” Emmett snaps, getting to his feet and storming from the room.

  He leaves me alone, wondering what the actual truth is, and a little bit pissed off at his refusal to tell me. Yeah, I get it’s probably none of my business, but I want to know who exactly I’ve entrusted myself to. I guess as the abductee, though, I should be grateful to have as much freedom as I do even if it’s more of an illusion than a reality.

  Letting out a sigh, I get to my feet and follow after him. I’m not going to drop this any more than he’s going to take me home. I'll get those answers from him regardless of whether or not I’m going to like what he has to say.

  However, I’ve got no idea what could be so terrible that he can’t just tell me.

  Chapter 8

  Emmett

  Kade is asking me the one thing I have no wish to discuss. How would I even start that conversation, and what the hell would he think if he knew the truth? Our relationship is nothing like it should be, and I don’t know whether it’s because I’ve never had the chance to build the right one with him to begin with or because we were always destined to be more than purely family.

  There’s no way I’ll be able to hide this forever, and I know someday soon it’s all going to come to light. I just hope he doesn’t hate me when he knows the truth. I wasn’t lying about being an old friend of his mom’s, but I’ve never once indicated exactly how close I was to her. I loved her, and I loved Preston, but when it came down to it, I loved them both too much. It ended in heartbreak, and I was the one who lost everything.

  I hear him come into the kitchen after me. Kade’s eyes are burning into my back. His gaze penetrates me even without looking at him, but I don’t turn around. I want to face him…I want to tell him, but the fear of how he’ll react is holding me back. I’m not ready to shatter this imperfect illusion just yet. I want it to last a little longer and to savor the time I’m finally getting to spend with him after so many years apart.

  “I don’t know what’s so bad you can’t tell me, but it’s not going to change anything,” he says seriously, sounding so much older than his seventeen years.

  It’ll change everything.

  “Leave it alone, Kade, please,” I beg, and the pain behind my words is clear to my own ears, so I know he must’ve heard it too.

  His footsteps are soft as he pads across the kitchen tiles in his socks. When he wraps his arms around me from behind and rests his head on my shoulder, the warmth radiating from his body seeps into me. My goddamned heart is breaking, and the boy behind me is the only one with the power to repair it or shatter
it further…he has no fucking idea.

  I let out a shaky breath and slowly turn to face him. He’s standing there with a frown marring his young, handsome face. I’m struck once again by his piercing hazel eyes, which are so similar to my own; the color of them is a perfect blend of my brown and his mom’s green.

  I lift a hand to his chin, and tilting his head up to face me, I feel the crease form between my eyebrows as I stare down at him. My lip twitches in a slow smile. Kade is gorgeous: his body is lightly toned, his ice-blond hair is messy and hangs over his hazel eyes, framing a face that is all sharp angles. He’s still slim, but in the short time he’s been with me, he’s regained all the weight he lost since the funeral and has started to fill out. He looks healthy, and until I put that worried expression on his face, he’d been happy and smiling…a hell of a lot more here with me than before I stole him away from his mother.

  “Kade, you’ve no idea, and trust me, you don’t want to know,” I murmur, snatching his lips with mine in a desperate kiss.

  I twist my fingers in his hair and hold him to me. Kade moans into my mouth, and when he opens up to me, I dip my tongue inside. I can taste myself on his tongue, and I groan against his lips, deepening the kiss until we’re fighting for air, but neither one of us is willing to submit to the other. The push and pull between us is intense, and every time I pull back a little, Kade tugs me closer to him. Our bodies are pressed together, and I spin us around to lean him against the countertop. I run my hands up and down his back beneath his shirt, lightly digging my nails into his skin while he gasps into my mouth.