ROMANCE: Romantic Comedy: Love in 30 Days - The Best Plans Don't Always Work! (Plus 19 FREE Books Book 13)

by Jane Keeler

  "My dad, Paul, had an affair on my mom and then divorced my mom. Left us with his estate in the settlement, and married his mistress, who already had a kid. That's all I knew. Until now. Charlotte's daughter is you. You're the Corinne that my dad has been raising as his own daughter."

  "This is incredible. You sound mad, though."

  "Mad at myself for not knowing something like this before..." he trailed off, silent.

  "Before having sex?" I asked, furrowing my brow. "I know."

  "We need to stay away from each other," he said.

  "We can stay away from one another," he said, putting his hand on mine.

  I leaned towards him on the bed and said, "After one more kiss."

  "One more kiss..." he said back.

  "We can do that," I said, speaking close to his lips.

  "We can," he said, kissing me. We opened our mouths to one another and put our hands against one another's robed bodies.

  We parted lips and I fled to my clothes and brought them into the bathroom stealthily. I put them on and came back out to find that he had put his clothes on, too.

  "I think I should go, you can stay here tonight."

  "Oh, no, that's fine," I said. "You keep the room, you bought it."

  "You shouldn't be going back home this late at night," he said.

  "I'll call a cab from the hotel phone," I said. "It's fine."

  "I'm alright with that, I guess. Let's do that."

  And so, that is what I did, and I didn't see him again that night. I went up the stairs to my apartment in a flurry and lay down on my bed immediately. What a thing to do, I thought to myself.

  I consoled myself, knowing that we weren't related by anything more than marriage. If anything, we were step-brother and sister.

  But, that would still be looked at as bad by some other people.

  That is why it was better that we separate.

  The only problem was, I soon found that I shared a gym with him. The next day, we found ourselves in the steam room together. I was in a towel and he in swimming trunks. He saw me and smiled, then put his hand in his hair and shook it out and pushed it back as he ducked his eyes. He looked up, still smiling, as I walked towards him.

  "Hello, big brother," I purred at him. I didn't know from where it was coming from, but I was getting lustful towards him again.

  "How are you today, sis?" he asked. "Have a good workout?" He put his hand on my thigh as I sat down and then, without thinking, I leaned forward and kissed him. I let my hand run across his chest and push against his body.

  We kissed for a few minutes before he was moving his finger into my pussy and moved them around. I felt his fingers inside of me moving around for a few minutes, getting off on the pleasure of it all. It felt amazing to have somebody inside of me.

  He fingered me for a few minutes behind the wall, out of sight, while he stifled my moans with his other hand. He held me around the mouth as I was gasping. I breathed through my nose in hurtling breaths and was orgasming quickly. It flashed in front of me, but I could tell it had happened. I felt amazing afterward and he slowed, then stopped.

  "I can now tell when you orgasm and when you're done."

  "Can you?"

  "Oh yes," he said.

  He then got up and sat down, again. I got on top of him and straddled him, bouncing up and down on his swim trunks. I could eventually feel his boner touching my body. It was madly engorged and sprung to push against my lips. I rubbed against the material of his swim trunks until he made a motion to take them off. I lifted up and he opened the drawstring and velcro of it and took out his dick with his hand. I lifted up more and then got in line with his dick. My pussy was ready and wet for him and I pushed down on him.

  He entered my body and I felt an immense pressure build up within me. I rocked back and forth on his dick and then rubbed along his abs with my clit. He was all of the way inside of me. I moved rhythmically on top of him and started getting myself off. Just looking at him got me off.

  "Oh, big brother," I whispered into his ear. "Oh, big brother, I love that you like to have sex with me."

  "You do, huh?"

  "I love that my big brother gets to put his dick deep inside of me."

  "I love it, too."

  "You do, you love putting your fat cock deep inside my tight, waiting pussy."

  "Oh, yeah," he said.

  "You love it, don't you?" I asked.

  I continued bouncing atop him and kept going until he had completely orgasmed from it.

  "That was... incredible."

  "Incredible, huh?" I asked.

  "More than incredible," he said. He lifted up and gave me a kiss on the lips and then put his hands around my waist and lifted me up, fully, and set me down on the seat next to him.

  "Now put your towel back on," he said. "Somebody's coming."

  I hastily moved my towel and someone did walk into the portion of the room we had been using.

  "I'll see you later," I said to Kennedy and I was out of the room.

  I showered in the gym, thinking about our interaction. What we had done. What I had said. There was a big part of me that lusted after Kennedy, but should there be?

  I soon ran into him again at an auction house and he took me into a back room.

  He kissed me and I took his mouth into mine. I opened mine and he entered it with his tongue. It was a moment of pure bliss.

  He drew away.

  "I want you to know how much I love being able to do this. To kiss you," he said.

  "I love it, too."

  "Then kiss me again," he said.

  I put my lips around his and kissed like we had, then slipped my hand down to grope at his dick. It was hardening and readying itself, I could tell. I put my hand on it in a rubbing motion, then withdrew and touched my own nipple. I rubbed it and it perked underneath my fingers. He noticed and smiled, then rubbed my tit with me. I dropped my hand and continued to rub his boner in my hands.

  He moved my clothes aside and began to suck on my nipple, putting his tongue on either side of it and moved it around the circular form of my nipple. He moved his hand to hold my other tit in his hand and rubbed it, massaging and clenching it in his palm and with his fingers.

  I held onto his shoulders and lifted my head back, moaning and gasping as I did. We could be caught any moment, so I tried to quiet myself to no avail.

  We kissed like that for some time before we drew away from one another.

  He hugged me again and put his hands on my backside, this time. He held me there and I held him back before we released our hug and were again moving our hands up and down one another's bodies. I let my hands linger on his hips, and then up to his abs, then down to the muscles above his groin.

  We continued like that for some time until we were kissing and touching one another. He put his hand under my underwear and began to rub his thumb against my clit. I looked down, in awe, then back up to him. I rubbed my hands through his hair and down onto his buff muscles below. I moved all over his body with my hands and felt him up as he kissed me and fingered me at the same time. His fingers penetrated and pushed into me and out of me.

  He was pulling and pushing against my lips rhythmically as I gyrated. I moved fluidly and felt the pressure of his fingers against the walls of my vagina. It was unreal.

  "I love feeling inside of you," he whispered into my ear.

  "I love having your fingers inside of me," I told him gently.

  He said with a lilt to his voice, "You are without a doubt, the most beautiful woman I have seen."

  "Ever ever?"

  "Ever," he replied.

  "Then that makes me happy, I like to know that you find me attractive. I don't always feel it."

  He said, "I love how you look, and most of all, who you are. I love who you are."

  "I am in love with you," I said back to him.

  He kissed me wildly and I returned the exuberance. It was unreal and I enjoyed it more than anything. I kissed him b
ack with a fervor and passion and he matched mine.

  He moved in and out of my rhythmically and it was the most exhilarating experience of my whole life. There was something about it that made me crazy with desire and lust. I had never thought I would feel something like it. But I was, and it was amazing. I couldn't get enough of it. I wanted more and more and the feeling was insatiable.

  He kissed at my ear and whispered into it, "I love feeling you like this."

  "It feels amazing," I said quietly.

  "Doesn't it?"

  He continued to go in and out of me with a smoothness and rapidity I lusted after. It was hard to contain my joy and excitement at being touched in this way. I relished in the feelings I was experiencing all at once. They were all so amazing that I couldn't quite grasp the reality of anything else besides the feelings coming from within my vagina and on my clit.

  He fingered me feverishly and with a quickness I had never experienced before. It got me off and soon I began to orgasm. I was breathing rapidly and could barely catch my breath. Soon, I began to make utterances and screams that I could not control. It was unlike anything I had happen to me. We moved like that for a few minutes while I orgasmed until I became limp in his arms. He looked at me strangely.

  I said, "Sorry for stopping, but I just orgasmed."

  "You did?"

  "Really," I replied.

  "That's phenomenal," he told me back with happiness edging his voice.

  "What if anyone sees us leaving here together?" I asked.

  "Or saw us enter?"

  "That's a good question," I said.

  "What should we do?"

  I decided on the only thing I could keep telling myself, "We can't keep seeing one another."

  "What if this is the universe's way of telling us to be together."

  "But what will people think?"

  "That we found something special."

  "No, we can't keep doing this. It's not right and I won't let us do it."

  "There has to be something I can say to convince you, sis."

  "Call me that again," I said.

  He asked, quietly, "Little sis?"

  I nodded demurely, "Yeah, that."

  "I want to keep doing this, little sis," he said, putting his hand on my jaw.

  "I want to keep doing this too," I said, "big brother."

  "Oh, little sister..." he said, kissing my forehead.

  "Big brother," I said, looking up at him.

  His lips met mine and we opened our mouths, tongues darting out to touch one another. They found shelter in my mouth and his body attached to mine. He lifted me up and I was sitting on his hips while his hands held me at my butt. We kissed like that for several moments before he set me down and I was standing on my own once again, now with his mouth off of mine.

  We kissed again, then, and I ran my hands through his hair. I stood on my tip toes to kiss him and then spoke.

  "Oh, should we see one another again?"

  "There is nothing else I would want more," he told me.

  "Then the same goes for me."

  "All right, then. We'll see one another again."

  I, for the first time, went over to his house. He lived in a penthouse on top of a high-rise in the heart of the city. It was furnished with modern decor and I wondered if he had done it himself or if he had a decorator. It was beautiful inside and I felt at ease and happy in his penthouse, immediately.

  "I'm making you a dinner," he said happily as he walked towards an open room. "Everything is in the oven for a few more minutes, if you don't mind."

  "No, not at all. It's nice to see you, again."

  "It is," he said.

  I told him, "I've been thinking--"

  "About what we're doing?" he said, cutting me off.

  "I want to keep seeing you, too, but it feels like something that other people won't want to have happen. My parents, your parents..." he trailed off.

  "Neither of them want this."

  "But we want this," he said.

  I replied back with a genuine smile and nod of my head, "We do."

  We had the meal he made, which was a duck confit over a mushroom risotto that I loved.

  We went out for dessert to a nearby late night donut shop and enjoyed ourselves there. We loved just being with one another and nothing could make that less fun for the both of us.

  "How do you like my cooking?" he asked.

  "It's actually the best I've had in a long time."

  "Even better than dinner at the lounge?"

  "Even better," I said.

  "Thanks for the compliment, it actually means the world."

  We continued to talk and laugh with one another.

  He said to me, "This is too much fun, I'm having too much fun with you."

  "What, too much because you're my big brother?"

  "No, no. Well, yes. Yes, actually."

  I laughed and he joined me.

  We continued the night in much the same way as we had been before and I slept over at his place. We continued to see one another for weeks after that and had a good time doing it. We planned to hide our relationship from our parents, but have one nonetheless. BBQ's and family events would be awkward, but if we both put on our best poker faces, we would likely get away with it. We liked the planning of it and had fun together making sure we had covered all of our bases.

  One day, he said something I had been expecting.

  "I'm falling in love with you," he told me.

  "I already know, I love you..." I said, trailing off.

  "You love me?" he asked incredulously. "I love you, too."

  *** THE END ***

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  Book Sixteen

  EVE’S CHOICE

  By Sarah Styler

  Chapter One

  Eve looked out of the window across the grounds of Brown University, savouring the sight. Across the whole campus, students were arriving to spend their first year there, just like her. She could see people walking in every direction around the dorms, shouldering heavy backpacks or wheeling suitcases behind them.

  Eve smiled. Her own roommate had not yet shown up. She had arrived earlier than most, wanting to get set up as soon as possible. She felt like she had been waiting for her whole life to stand here, ready to get stuck in and study the subjects that would make her life a success. She was finally here.

  She went back to her suitcase and continued to unpack, hanging up clothes and putting out a couple of small picture frames that contained photographs of her with her family. She had always been close to her parents. She had spent all of her time in school studying hard to get ahead, and her social life had never been hugely active. She had never had a boyfriend, and no one asked her to the school prom, even though she had kissed Brett McCullen that one time in the back of his parents’ car. All of that was finally paying off. Tomorrow she would go down and get her first taste of Literary Arts, and then the rest of her life would begin.

  It wasn’t that she was unattractive. True, she had blossomed a little later than most girls – it was only in the last few years that she had really grown into her face. She had long, dark hair that fell straight, clear brown eyes, and a good complexion. That, too, had only been a recent development. But she tried hard in gym class to keep her grades up, and she was fit and healthy. She had slim hips and kind of average sized breasts – nothing to be ashamed about. But boys were too much of a distraction. Even here, she had to remember that. Study came first.

  It seemed like a hurricane arrived in the room all of a sudden, as a flash of dark skin, long and tightly curled dark hair, and multi-coloured bags burst in through the doorway. Eve looked up to meet the grinning eyes of a very much out-of-breath girl, who was already unloading her bags onto the other bed in the room and jabbering at a hundred miles an hour.

  “I never should have brought this many bags, it’s been a nightmare let me tell you, I didn’t realise how far I would have to walk,” she burst out before Eve had even opene
d her mouth. “I take it we’re roomies! My name’s Jena Hunter, I’m so excited to meet you.”

  “Eveline North,” she replied after a moment’s pause, still somewhat taken aback by the other girl’s entrance. “You can call me Eve, though.”

  “Wow, Eve, it’s so great we’re sharing!” she exclaimed. Jena had a mouth that was used to smiling, and Eve had the feeling that she was no stranger to being to centre of attention. “We HAVE to go out tomorrow night. Let’s see what kind of hot frat guys this campus has to offer!”

  “I don’t know about that,” Eve said, turning back to her clothes and carefully sliding a couple of shirts onto hangers.

  “Why not? Got a boyfriend already?” Jena asked. When Eve glanced around again, she was pouting slightly, hands on her hips.

  Eve laughed, without meaning to. “No, I’ve never had a boyfriend. It’s just that I wanted to start studying tomorrow night. We’ll find out our timetables, and then I can get stuck in to looking at the class materials.”

  Jena frowned, and grabbed hold of her by the shoulders. “Seriously, Eve, I don’t think you realise where you are,” she said, half-playfully. “This is college. If you’ve never even had a boyfriend, then it is my solemn duty as a roommate to make sure that you get a guy by the end of the semester.”

  Eve laughed, a little drawn in by Jena’s manner. “Alright, maybe one night wouldn’t hurt. It’s not going to get in the way of studying, though. I’m going to be attending poetry and lit classes and I’ll have a lot of work to do.”

  “Well, you’re lucky I speak the language of love,” Jena announced, letting her go so that she could strike a dramatic pose. “I’m taking French Studies. And we will find you un amour grand, I promise.”

  The two of them worked together to put their room in place, Jena sticking up colourful posters while Eve stacked books, both of them agreeing on how much space each of them should take up in their cupboard. The room could have been bigger, but there was space enough. When it was all done, it looked just a little bit like it could be home – for the short term, anyway.

  Jena had a wicked sense of humour, and seemed perfectly at ease talking about racier subjects. She would not stop talking about how eager she was to find a really cute frat guy, and how she hoped to join a sorority so that she would get invited to all of the top parties in town. From time to time, Eve had to remind herself that this was Brown: that if Jena wasn’t smart and committed to studying, she would not even have got in. Perhaps it was possible to both have a social life and see academic success after all.