Desire_Her Two Rivals

by Ally Miller

  Chapter 6

  “Hey, seriously? No fair!” Dirk protested as loudly as he dared, moving to grab Mina by the wrist.

  “It is no fair, isn’t it? Maybe I should leave you like that for the day, see how you feel then.” She grinned. She was goading him, could see the heat rising in his eyes, the same sort of mischievous energy that had so often preceded some grand gesture or massive argument. Dirk had always been a sort of man under pressure, someone who would watch and wait and then, without any warning, leap into action. Mina had learned to read his signs.

  So she knew something was coming when he came at her, just not what. He still took her by surprise.

  Before Mina could properly respond, she found herself pressed up against the wall, bare back against cold, wet tiles, water still spilling from the shower above over the two of them. Both of Dirk’s hands were on her hips, his thumbs pressing gently into the bone there, holding her in place. There had, miraculously, only been the slightest of scuffles before reaching this point, the sound of squeaking feet slipping on the slick bathtub floor alone, before they found themselves in this new position; nobody had fallen, something that Mina could tell just by looking that the two of them were grateful for. It seemed to her that Dirk had not thought of how easy it would be to slip here before he moved to press his stepsister against the wall.

  “You didn’t have to leave last night, Mina,” he said, recovering quickly. Water ran down his neck, sliding over the tendons to be found there in a way that Mina found desperately attractive. “You could have stayed, and I would have made sure you were more than satisfied, and you know that I could do that because you spent a whole night letting me the last time. You left because you wanted to, don’t try to pretend it was some mean teasing thing I was doing.”

  He didn’t let her respond right away, instead leaning in to kiss her, his tongue sliding against hers. Mina whimpered as he drew away, kissing a blazing line down her jaw, her throat, down to her breasts, where he captured one nipple in his mouth and rolled it in his teeth. She could only gasp as he ground against her, his erection rubbing on her hip so insistently that she instinctively put her leg up on the rim of the tub, offering his hardness better access to her pussy.

  “Y-you have a point there…” She trembled, her arms coming around him to hold him close to her.

  “And honestly, I don’t get why you ran,” Dirk continued, possessed of a momentum all his own that kept him on topic despite his stepsister’s new pliability. His cock slid between her legs, the tip nestled firmly between the lips of her pussy, and yet he stopped, didn’t press his advantage to slide into her as he so clearly desired. Instead, he kept talking. “Don’t you remember it? How good it felt to be with me? Can you honestly tell me you didn’t want that last night?”

  Mina could remember, better now than ever before. With him so close by she could feel it all coming back to her in a flood of recall, the scents and tastes and pressures of her stepbrother washing back over her in waves. In a whispered voice he entreated her to close her eyes, pressed himself into her so that his cock, so wonderfully hard, pushed in to the hilt, and when she obeyed him she could see it all so clearly in her mind’s eye.

  She could see the two of them in her old room, more than a little tipsy, sharing small drinks from a bottle of scotch that had been markedly more full before they had opened it that night. Dirk had stripped down to his undershirt and a pair of shorts in defiance of the flurries of snow whirling past the window outside, the liquor doing enough to warm him that he found anything more unnecessary. As he sat bunched up and leaning against her bed, Mina had lay atop the bedspread, hanging her head off of the edge beside him. They had been talking, about everything and nothing; inane movie trivia and relationships and family and books, wandering between topics and in-jokes with no rhyme or reason, simply enjoying each other’s company and the sound of their voices. If the topic had strayed to sex, as Mina suspected now that it had, it never stayed there for long, though as the booze settled in her system Mina had to admit that she had become more open about the subject than she might have been otherwise.

  She could see Dirk becoming more entranced as she spoke on the topic, yet Mina never could have suspected that he would go so far as to kiss her.

  And yet, he did, turning to her suddenly in the gap between one sentence and another, laying his lips to Mina’s so quickly that she didn’t have time to respond. With her mind addled by drink and having gone quite a while without the touch of a man, Mina unthinkingly returned the kiss, a thrill of erotic energy pulsing through her. It was an upside-down kiss, a classic little Spiderman thing that Mina had never had before, full of interesting sensations. Her hands pressed into her belly as Dirk’s tongue brushed the floor of her mouth, below her own tongue, her eyes drifted closed, and she let him take her face in his hands and kiss her, hard and long, wetly and sweetly.

  “Sorry,” he said, short of breath once he finally pulled away. “I shouldn’t have done that.”

  “No,” Mina shook her head, reached out and ran a hand through Dirk’s hair. “Come here.”

  And so it had gone. A night of sincere pleasure, acted out with one of the men that Mina cared for most. Her stepbrother had taken her on her childhood bed, with her legs wrapped around him and her nipples held within his mouth. A night of grinding and gasping and orgasms, committed to heedlessly by a pair too dulled by liquor to think it through, and when the morning came and the ramifications of what she had done slammed into Mina at full force, she had run. Moved away from her brother and changed her look in the hopes that he wouldn’t want what she had turned into, so that she wouldn’t have to either tell her family what had happened, or live with that secret alteration to their relationship, potentially pursued by Dirk beyond just that one night.

  Thinking back on it now, one year later, naked in the shower with him and filled, once more, with her stepbrother’s wonderful cock, Mina could see that she had been a fool to think that way. It was clear to her that neither of them could have stayed away from this, something that felt this good, for long. Perhaps it was a miracle that either of them had lasted as long as they had.

  “I do remember it, Dirk,” Mina mewled, as he began to thrust slowly into her, his motions made awkward by their position and the lack of traction afforded to them by the tub. “I never forgot. Ah! H-how could I ever forget this?”

  “Is the awkwardness worse than losing it?”

  Mina paused at this, which was hard to do with Dirk still gently making love to her, but there was a sort of vulnerability in his face as he asked the question that demanded due consideration. Was the one worse than the other? She had never considered it that way, that she would be losing something no matter what she did: either her ability to consistently, comfortably exist at family gatherings, or Dirk.

  Which could she not bear to lose?

  “Let’s not do this here,” she said, and watched Dirk’s face fall with momentary alarm. “No, it’s not that! Just… super slippery, you know? Can we go back to my room?”

  “Oh. Yeah, okay.” He smiled, and Mina smiled along too. Turning off the water, Dirk bent down and kissed her then, tenderly and with feeling, and for the first time, his stepsister returned the kiss without reservation, finally committed to the path she had begun to wander down.

  They slipped out of the shower together, and Dirk dried Mina off with his towel, almost attached to her at the hip, unwilling to let go of her for even a second. She giggled as he ruffled her hair, then slicked it back down with his fingers, making appreciative noises at its new color, so different from the red it had originally been. The pair retrieved their clothes but, unwilling to let go of one another as they were…

  Sneaking back to her room naked was a heart-pounding experience, the sort of thing that made Mina’s blood feel charged with electricity. Dirk was at her back the entire time, as bare as she was, and they fell into the bedroom stifling laughter. Everything had changed in the span of mere minutes, once M
ina had made her choice. Now, everything seemed clearer, brighter, the day no longer an imposition but a joy to be experienced first in private with her stepbrother, and then later in public, her whole family together… although in a far less explicit way than the former thing.

  The door was closed and the pair was on the bed almost before either of them knew it, springs creaking below them as Mina mounted Dirk, pressing her palms to his chest to keep him beneath her as she straddled him. She leaned down to taste him again when his cock thrust up to meet her and she sank down onto it, taking his shaft into her tight, wet hole properly for the first time in a year. Mina sucked at her stepbrother’s tongue, letting it leave her mouth with an audible pop as she started to ride, grinding her hips on that lovely dick of his and tightening the muscles of her cunt with rhythmic contractions, just to hear his breath catch in his throat at the sensation of it. Her hands came up, caressing her own breasts, catching her nipples between thumb and forefinger and squeezing, just enough to elicit the barest shock of pain to contrast with the pleasure washing up at her from below.

  The two worked, quietly and together, moving at one another’s body with a focus that they had never had the first time, committed solely to this first orgasm together, this new leaf they would turn over with carnal delight and the primal dance of sex. Mina never allowed Dirk’s dick to be out of her for long, spending much of her time with her stepbrother buried in her to the hilt, simply swaying her hips against him, seeking out sensitive places on his erection and putting all of her weight behind stimulating them. Dirk’s muscles rippled and stiffened delightfully beneath her, his breathing coming in harsh pants as his own hips rolled, pushing himself deeper into her even if by only an inch or so at a time.

  They fucked. Hard and fast and together at last, they fucked, rutted wildly until the mattress creaked and groaned in protest.

  It was Mina that climaxed first, but only by a few seconds. Her back arched, movements slowing, her body quaking in orgasm, electric ecstasy climbing her spine in waves, gripping her like a fist of pleasure that wouldn’t stop squeezing. Her mouth opened, but she forced herself to make no noise, only the quiet groans of one too enraptured even to scream. With great satisfaction she felt, if dimly, Dirk begin to spurt inside her, the hot stickiness of his cum adding to the wetness in her, so much of it that it began to drip out of Mina. Every twitching pulse of his cock touched at some sensitive place in her, sending a new spasm of lust burning through her. It was a silent moment, a climax they shared, twitching together until Mina collapsed onto Dirk’s chest, his cock slipping from her well used pussy.

  “Good thing I’m on the pill, big brother,” Mina taunted, still panting, once she had had a moment to recover. Sweat dripped off of her forehead, though neither of them minded.

  “No,” Dirk shook his head. He frowned, wore an expression like he was searching for the right words. “Don’t call me that. It doesn’t fit.”

  “It doesn’t?” Mina kissed him, a light, affectionate peck on the lips.

  “No…” He trailed off, one hand sweeping a restless arc from the cleft of Mina’s ass up her back, then back down again. Dirk stared at the ceiling of her bedroom, his gaze intent and, perhaps, just a little worried. Mina wondered, but just for a moment, before settling on the answer: if she shouldn’t call him stepbrother anymore, what should she call him?

  A word occurred, a name she liked, but as she stared at the man beneath her, it took her a second to work up the courage to say it.

  “Girlfriend?” She ventured, finally, and watched relief flood Dirk’s eyes. A smile imposed itself on his features, and Mina got the sense that he could not have hid it from her if he wanted to. One hand clasped to the back of her head and pulled her closer for a tight embrace, the older man peppering kisses to Mina’s forehead, her cheeks, her lips. They lay in satisfied silence, for a moment.

  “‘Yes. Girlfriend. I like that.”

  THE END

  Bonus 13 of 30

  Love Deep in the Forest

  Description

  Emily, an ambitious late twenty-something BBW is looking forward to an extended summer vacation on the East Coast at her family's remote suburban home. She expects a month or two of rest and relaxation while she runs her cupcake business remotely. But after a chance encounter with a mysterious man, she realizes that this summer vacation will be unlike any she's ever experienced before.

  Colin, the leader of an ancient werewolf clan, is young and handsome but also deeply scarred. He's lost all trust in the world around him and spends most of his time deep in the forest

  But if he intends to continue leading the clan, he will have to give up his isolated life. He has three months to either find a mate or one will be chosen for him. The thought of being forced to live with another person terrifies him. But his perspective on love, women and marriage will change completely when he locks eyes with a kind-hearted, gentle human woman.

  Chapter 1

  Colin

  “Brother, don't you think it's time that you finally found a mate?”

  I gritted my teeth and gripped both sides of the chair. I hated hearing those words. And it seemed like everyone in my life— my brother, my mother, the members of my clan—kept repeating them. A mate.

  My brother continued, “If you don't do it soon, you know what’s going to happen, right?”

  “What?” I said angrily. “People are going to start talking, is that it? They're going to start whispering about me?”

  “I assure you that they are already doing that.”

  I spun around in the chair, quickly stood up and glared at him. “What?”

  My younger brother, Jacob, was accustomed to my sometimes fiery temper. He hardly reacted, except for shaking his head and smiling with his eyes.

  I hated that look. He was always so cool, always so damn cool. At times like this, I couldn't help but wonder why my father had chosen me to take over the clan.

  “Let them talk,” I said, turning my back to him. “What do I care?”

  “It's obvious that you do care. And that's a good thing.”

  I crossed my arms tightly against my chest and gazed out the window at my ten-acre compound. This is where I felt safe. It was where I felt at peace with the world and far removed from it. A woman? A mate? Those things would only bring a man trouble. Especially a man like myself.

  I could feel hairs beginning to sprout on my body, could feel my teeth beginning to grow longer and sharper. I closed my eyes and took several deep breaths, desperately trying to calm myself. I didn't want to shift, to transform out of my human body into my animal shape.

  Jacob placed a comforting hand on my shoulder.

  “Colin,” he said. “It is not my intention to upset you. But these are serious matters. Very serious.”

  After taking several deep breaths, I felt the hair beginning to retreat back into my pores and my teeth returning to their normal human sharpness and length.

  “I know,” I said, “but this isn't the time.”

  “That's what you've been saying for the last five years. At a certain point, you must make the leap. You must be brave.”

  I turned around and stared at him. “You're questioning my bravery?” My lips quivered with rage. But he remained icy cool. Damn him!

  “I know you have great bravery. More than I will ever have. That’s why father felt so sure that you would make the better leader out of the two of us. But I think that you're afraid of opening up to a woman.”

  “And what do you get when you do open up to them?” I snapped back. “You see what I'm still dealing with.”

  He smiled and shook his head.

  “You must have really done a number on her in the bedroom.”

  I frowned and turned away, disgusted. At this point, I hated even bringing up her name, hated the fact that she was a member of the clan and would be around me forever. That thought alone was enough to turn me off from women.

  “All she's brought me is drama and trouble,
” I said. “Why do I need that? Father was right to isolate himself from the world.”

  “No. He was wrong.”

  “No! He was right! I said, putting both my hands on his shoulders and peering deeply into his eyes. “He knew how cold and cruel the world was out there. He knew that you couldn’t trust anybody. He knew how difficult it was to trust people in the clan, let alone human beings. He knew that. He was right!”

  “No, no,” he said calmly with a tinge of sadness in his voice. “He didn’t really believe all that stuff. He just never got over the hurt of Sadie’s…”

  “Don't say that name,” I said. “Don't say the name.”

  I turned away from him with my head in my hands. My baby sister. Kidnapped, tortured and killed. The memory ripped me in two.

  Jacob walked to the other side of the room.

  I had no trouble picking up on his energy. He felt bad for having upset me, felt bad for having brought up Sadie. We hardly ever spoke her name. The memories were too painful—like daggers being plunged into our chests, ripped out and plunged in again. Our family, our clan, nothing had ever been the same.

  A war had ensued. We won. We had taken many of our enemies’ lives. We had enjoyed the adrenaline rush of bloodlust, enjoyed seeing our enemies suffer slowly and die disgracefully. But when it was over, the emptiness and the pain of a family member taken away far too soon, returned.

  “As I was saying,” Jacob said. “There will be consequences if you don't marry by the end of the summer.”

  “Consequences? I can handle people talking about me. I can handle stupid rumors.”

  “If you don't find your own mate, one will be chosen for you by the clan.”

  Those words knocked the wind out of me. The clan would decide on my behalf? A forced marriage?