Playing to Win, A Forbidden Firsts Story
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Carter's orgasm was building, its warm waves lapping at her edges. She welcomed it. She was full of warmth and love, and Dan's driving cock. She gasped, “I'm so close, I'm so close, I'm going to come, oh fuck me both of you.”
Stacy's fingers plunged into her waiting pussy as Dan buried himself in her ass. Each thrust sent waves of pleasure coursing through her body and she gasped out their names as they fucked her into oblivion. Just before she collapsed onto the bed she felt Dan pull out with a cry and cover her ass with his hot juices.
Afterglow – Carter
They lay together later that night, naked and spent. There were threats and giggles, hands stroked and explored, until exhaustion got the better of Dan and Stacy, and they fell asleep.
Dan spooned Carter from behind, and Stacy was in front of her, facing in so their breasts and stomachs nestled together. Their legs intermingled, and Dan's arms were around both sisters. It was a deeply comforting and relaxing position, and Carter sighed in complete satisfaction, surrounded by the man and woman she loved.
With one last kiss on her sister's parted lips, she surrendered to sleep.
Game Over - Stacy
The next morning, Stacy woke up to the delicious feeling of the sun warming her naked body. The rumpled sheets reminded her of the night before, and she leaned back with a satisfied smile. Being with Carter felt better than she'd ever imagined.
The sun reminded her of the feel of Carter's warm touch on her naked skin, and shivered. She wanted to see her, to kiss her good morning and taste her sweet mouth. She got out of bed and went to find her, but there was no sign of Carter or Dan.
On the table was a pile of black lace and the keys to the RV, with an envelope resting on top. She searched the RV, and didn't see their suitcases or any of their belongings. They were gone, and they'd left her.
Stacy blinked back the sting of tears. She'd known it couldn't last, but she had hoped to have her step-sister just a little longer. Picking up the black lace, she saw it was a scandalously skimpy teddy. It was the only stitch of clothing in the room, and despite her sadness she managed a half-hearted smile. Guess I had that coming.
She put on the teddy, prolonging the moment when she'd have to read Carter's goodbye. Nervousness clenched at her stomach until she could put it off no more, and she reached for the envelope. She tore it open, removed the note and read:
We're waiting for you. Come home.
Stacy's breath caught and her knees weakened with relief. She got in the driver's seat, hands shaking with anticipation as the engine roared to life.
She’d won the game after all.
CAN’T GET ENOUGH HOT MENAGE AND STEP-SIBLING EROTICA?
You definitely don’t want to miss Kinley’s three-part erotic thriller:
Mountain Ménage Part 1: Prologue: Since she was a kid, Heather's had a crush on her older step-brother, Charlie and his best friend James. Neither of them ever seemed to really notice her, but this summer things are different. After Heather is nearly assaulted by a stranger, emotions between the ex-step-siblings are high. Will they partake of once forbidden pleasures?
Mountain Menage Part 2: When the threesome decides to go hiking in the Idaho Rockies, danger stalks them and Heather has to decide between Charlie and James. Or does she? Now Available on Amazon.
Mountain Menage Part 3: After Heather stumbles on a burnt out cabin, a lecherous drug dealer will stop at nothing to pry the secret of its location from her. Will Charlie and James find her before it’s too late? The thrilling conclusion to the series will be available on Amazon in August 2012.
A taste from Mountain Ménage Part 1: Prologue
Heather quickly slipped the scanty bikini top over her head, but ran into trouble after that. She couldn't reach behind her back to tie the other strings while holding onto the boat or treading water. She turned to her step-brother and touched his warm, sunlit shoulder.
He jumped at her cool touch and turned to face her. “Can you tie this for me?”
“Um, sure.” he said, uncertainly.
As she pivoted in the water to face away from him her hip brushed his groin. There was no mistaking his erection. He felt hard and hot against her, despite the chilly water.
“Eww,” she said, mind spinning.
She’d always known her big brother was hot, but he'd never stirred any feelings in her. He'd always just been Charlie. Now she was hyper-sensitive to the feel of his cool hands on her skin as he fumbled to find the strings of her bikini.
She shivered as his hands touched her sides and then reached around in front of her. She thought she could see his fingers in the dark water, inches from her nipples. Heather had a sudden, irrational desire to arch her back and feel his hands on her firm breasts. Her tits ached and she couldn't tell if it was from desire or the cold water.
Shades of Grey, the Art of Kinley Grey
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR/ARTIST
Kinley Grey has worked in the computer game industry with her husband for ten years. A self-described “Valley Girl,” she was born and raised in the Snake River Valley in Idaho, then moved to the Shenandoah River Valley long enough to have two children, and now lives in Silicon Valley. Her time is in high demand by aforementioned husband and children, as well as two self-satisfied cats, a shiny black piano named Midnight that insists on being played loudly at the hour for which it was named, various electronic devices, and an endless tide of incoming clutter that poses a daily threat to her sanity.
Story and Art Copyright © Kinley Grey, 2012
This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
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