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by Anita Lawless


  I bucked against him, clutching to his soap-smooth shoulders with one arm. With my other hand, I squeezed his cock hard and then slid up and down as fast as I could.

  “Okay,” he said, before nipping and sucking a trial from my neck to breast, “I did promise to lick every inch—”

  “Nope.” I stopped him as his tongue slithered into my navel. “My turn. On your feet, Shamus Quinn.”

  He raised an eyebrow and smirked, but obeyed. “You sounded entirely too much like a drill sergeant then.”

  I slapped water from his glistening chest as I went to my knees on the bathmat. Before I wrapped my lips around his rock hard dick, I lathered up the shaft and meaty head with more gel. I spread some over his balls, too, and then went to work. Taking the glans between my lips, I slathered my tongue beneath it, until he moaned and jutted his hips toward me. Then I slipped my mouth down the length of his erection. His balls touched my chin, and I kept all of him down my throat as I sucked hard. I swished my tongue back and forth over the twitching shaft as I did so. The soap was a tasty citrus blend of lime, lemon, and orange. I inhaled the delicious fragrance as my head bobbed up and down faster and faster.

  “All right,” he growled and pulled me to my feet. “My turn, and then I’m going to introduce you to the naughty world of anal.” He waggled his eyebrows as he laved his tongue from my nipple to my belly button.

  I stopped him again, and he cast an annoyed look at me.

  “Wait just a minute,” I said, my heart thudding hard in my ears. My whole body vibrated with the horniness his touch stirred in me. “Who said I’d let you fuck me up the ass?” I hoped the smirk I gave him was cheeky enough.

  He crossed his arms over his magnificent chest and rolled his eyes. “Please, Mary. We both know once I’ve eaten you out, you’ll surrender to my every whim.”

  “You really are cheesy, big brother,” I told him, but my pussy tingled with the anticipation of his skilled tongue and equally skilled fingers.

  As he dropped to his knees, he gave me a glance of disapproval. “Is now really the time to refer to me as big brother?”

  I laughed. “Touche.” And my laugh turned to a small moan as his tongue flicked out and tickled my clit mercilessly, until I squirmed against his face.

  His hands lustfully shoved my legs apart, so he could slip two fingers into my wet cunt. His other hand splayed across my lower back and pushed me ever closer to his hungry lips and tongue. His tongue bathed my clit as his wet, slippery fingers fucked me hard and fast. I moaned loudly and my legs trembled. When he took my clit deeper into his mouth and sucked long and lusty on it, I clutched at his slicked back hair. My hips bucked back and forth frantically.

  “Ohhh, yesss…please, right there,” I gasped, as he added a third finger and fucked me faster yet. His tongue danced frantically over my clit, and he held my waist tight as I desperately fucked his face in return.

  “Come hard for me, sweetie,” he commanded. “Squeeze my fingers tight with your pussy.”

  Soon, the orgasm exploded through my cunt. It nearly sent me to my knees, and he braced me tight as my juices gushed from inside me. Release made my skin alive, extra-sensitive to the warm needles of water and his touch. My pussy throbbed from the intense release.

  As he stood, he pulled me near and kissed me. I tasted my juices and citrus soap.

  “Ahhh, Mary,” he said, smiling. “When you let go, you really let go.”

  I felt the heat flame in my cheeks, and I laughed as I took a playful swipe at his bicep.

  “Now,” he said, burying his big hand in my wet hair and tugging my head back, “I’m going to turn you around and give you the ass fuckin’ of your life.”

  He nipped a trail up from my neck, then kissed me breathless before abruptly spinning me around. With firm hands, he braced my palms on the shower wall. He moved his palms with agonizing slowness across my arms and down my torso. He stopped at my hips, and I held my breath as I waited. Then a strong, massive leg slipped between my knees and urged them apart. He tilted my hips, and one hand trailed between my ass cheeks, sliding up the length of my pussy, teasing my sensitive clit a little more.

  “Jesus, Shamus,” I spoke loudly, sounding urgent, “Would you fuck me already? The teasing kills me.”

  He laughed wickedly as I tilted my ass farther toward him and spread my legs wider still. “Ever had it up the ass before, darling?”

  Cool soap trickled down my crack. His fingers slathered the gel around my rim, and then he slipped one finger in. Soon he added a second, then slowly pumped them in and out my asshole.

  “No,” I finally managed to reply through renewed lust. “Well, not technically.” But the prospect of anal sex had always intrigued me. However, I wasn’t ready to admit all to my smart ass step brother.

  “Not technically?” he said, his voice deep and ragged with desire. “What’s that mean?”

  “You won’t give details about the club,” I murmured, as his plump, hard cock slithered over my ass. “I won’t give you details about my sex life beyond you.”

  “Fair enough.” He positioned me. “Now relax.”

  I felt the thick head urge my asshole wider, and I reached out to grip the shelves that lined the side of the shower unit. He fucked my ass slowly at first, urging his plump dick in a little bit at a time. With one hand, he braced my hip while he pumped in and out. His other hand slipped around my waist and down to my clit. With soapy fingers, he rubbed the swollen flesh, rolled it between his slick thumb and index. I gripped the shelf harder still and pushed my ass against him as he thrust his cock in and out my ass faster.

  “Like that?” he whispered.

  I gasped, “Fuck yeeesss…Harder, please.”

  His laughter was low and breathy. “Who’ve thought little Mary liked it nasty?”

  I pressed my cheek against the cool, wet tile as his cock rammed harder still up my tight, slippery asshole. I had no retort for him. I was beyond caring about barbs. His fingers at my clitoris worked frantically in time with his ass fucking, bringing me back to the apex of climax.

  I desperately pounded my full ass cheeks into his pelvis, matching his rhythm. My legs trembled, and my whole body shivered as I came. He wrapped his hand around my waist and held me tight as I quivered with release. Then he pulled me up against his smooth chest as he pumped in and out quickly and came. His arm plastered my soapy boob to my chest, and he hugged me fiercely as he pulled his cock out.

  As Shamus handed me a towel, I thought I heard a shrill chirp. “What was that?”

  He stepped from the shower and turned to me, wiping off his glistening butt and legs. He listened. “I think it’s your cell phone. Sounds like your tone.”

  I hopped onto the bathmat, wiped my feet, and scampered by him. Sure enough, my cell phone gave another trill.

  “Shit,” I said, dropping the towel as I dived across the bed, reaching for my phone on the nightstand. “It’s my mom.”

  “Ah, Rachel.” Shamus wore an affectionate smile as he sat on the side of the mattress. “My second favorite woman in the world. Say hi for me.”

  Judging by his frown, I gave him the look of utter horror I was going for. “She can’t know I’m here.”

  He scoffed and waved a dismissive hand at me. “What’s the big deal? It wouldn’t be the first time you came over here. She won’t think anything.”

  I pasted a finger over his luscious lips. “Do not speak. Understand?”

  He shook his head and walked to the entertainment unit he kept in the spacious bedroom.

  I jammed the TALK button. “Mom! Hey. How’s it going?”

  “Dear?” Mom’s singsong voice instantly calmed me. “You sound …rushed? Did I catch you at a bad time?”

  If she only knew, I thought. But I said, “Oh, no! Not at all. I was just going to come over for our birthday lunch.”

  Then my calm shattered, as an Iscariot’s Glory track blared. I stuck my finger in my free ear, glared at my grinning step brothe
r, and mouthed “Turn that down!”

  He stuck his nose in the air, crossed his arms over his chest, and shook his head.

  “Oh my,” Mom said, but I had to strain to hear her words. “Where are you?”

  I gave Shamus the finger, then held the phone a good distance from my mouth. “TURN. THAT. DOWN!”

  His eyes widened at my shriek, and he held his hands up. Then he dropped the volume on the heavy metal tunes screaming through the speakers.

  “Thank you.”

  He feigned a look of innocence.

  “Who’s with you, dear?” Mom asked, and there was no hiding my location from her now.

  I sighed. “I’m at Shamus’ place, but I was just leaving.”

  “Oh, Shamus.” Mom’s voice brightened. “Tell him I said hello.”

  While she loved me, and I never doubted that, she had a soft spot for my step brother. They shared a devil-may-care attitude and a penchant for pranks. Patrick, Shamus’ father, was more the practical type, and he and I were considered the reserved ones in the family.

  “Why don’t you just talk to him?” I regretted my sudden snarky tone. It could raise suspicion in mom.

  And, of course, with a wide smile, Shamus held his hand out to take the call. He mouthed, “Should I tell her what we’ve been up to?”

  I clutched the phone tighter to my ear, and my mother’s reply to my sarcasm went unheard. “On second thought, I’m hanging up now. See you in ten, mom. Love you.”

  ***

  “Do you trust me?”

  These were the first words Shamus spoke, when I answered my cell after leaving Mom’s place. No hello, no sarcastic quip to open the conversation. These out of character moments he displayed recently were beginning to perplex me.

  “How so?”I wanted to gauge this question carefully.

  An exasperated sigh from his end. “Implicitly? Unconditionally?”

  I bit my lip and pulled over, parking next to a Italian restaurant that emitted the delicious scent of lasagna. This would be a ticklish conversation, and I didn’t want to drive while negotiating it.

  “Ummm…” came my reply finally.

  “You hurt me, Mary Rose,” he said, but his indignity sounded forced. “You really do. Okay, how’s this then: Have I ever let anyone hurt you?”

  I scratched my bangs, and tried not to let the rich scent of hot tomato sauce and cheese distract me. “No, of course you haven’t. I mean, you almost put Shaun Briggs in the hospital when he ditched me just before prom. A bit excessive, but appreciated.”

  “Bastard had that coming. Remember when he tried to cut your pig tails off in Grade 5? I’d been saving that revenge up a long time.”

  “Okay, we’re getting off track here,” I said, my curiosity building. Life with my step brother around was rarely predictable. “What’s this all about?”

  “Do you trust me?”

  I closed my eyes and tried not to get annoyed at his exaggerated need for mystery. “Yes, Shamus, I trust you.”

  “Good. Meet me at the club.” His tone lightened, and I could almost see the cheeky grin, but my cell phone lacked a web cam option to confirm this.

  “The sex club?” My heart went from steady thump to gallop.

  “No, the club where we mechanics get together to talk knitting.”

  I countered his trademark smartassery with, “That made no sense. Weak, Shamus, very weak.”

  “As you would tell me: shut up.” Then before he hung up, he added, “And get your cute little ass here.”

  ***

  He leaned against his car as I got out of mine. A dazzling smile spread across his tanned face, and his blue eyes seemed to sparkle. As I drew near, he held up a scrap of black cloth.

  I stopped a foot away and pointed at the material. “Exactly what is that?”

  He raised an eyebrow and spoke in a bad, uppity British accent. “Rumor has it this is a blindfold, my lady.” A dramatic bow came next.

  I was too nervous to giggle. How could’ve he have known? Unless he guessed, or…

  “You talked to Addy, didn’t you?” I narrowed my eyes and crossed my arms over my breasts.

  His shoulders slumped and he dropped his hands to his knees. “After you left, yes. I wanted to surprise you for your birthday.” He shrugged and looked at the pavement. “Well, I already did that the other night, but I actually wanted to plan this surprise. But she told you, obviously.”

  I reached out to touch his wrist. “No, no, she didn’t say a word. But…”

  “But?” His eyes met mine, and the intensity there made my stomach do flip flops.

  I struggled to keep my cool. I hated losing control, feeling vulnerable, and Shamus was making me feel that way a lot lately. However, I was enjoying it. With him, I admitted, I felt safe enough to not be such a control freak. Still, I warred with myself over admitting this. Even though I felt safe with him, he was my step brother. There were complications, or was I simply over-complicating things?

  “You’re over-thinking again,” Shamus said, taking my hand and giving me a tentative smile. “I can tell from the crease between your brows.” He gently poked this area with a large finger, and I laughed. “Trust me, please?” His eyes begged as much as his words did, and I softened further.

  “Okay.” I gave a shaky sigh and let him wrap the blindfold around my eyes. “I trust you.”

  Darkness enveloped everything as he walked me into a quiet room somewhere inside the club. My stomach fluttered nervously and I swallowed hard.

  Long ago, I’d told Addy one of my sexual fantasies, or at least part of it, was to submit complete control to someone I trusted. Let them pleasure me while I was totally vulnerable. She was the only person I’d trusted with this confession. A small part of me was angry at her for telling my step brother, but another part was glad it would be him who would fulfill this secret desire of mine.

  “Remove all your clothes,” Shamus commanded from somewhere behind me, and I did so. Cool air brushed over my nipples and hyper-aware skin. I shivered.

  Icy manacles clicked closed around my wrists. I bit my bottom lip, but didn’t gasp from the shock. Next, he led me forward, where my wrists were attached to a hook that seemed to jut from a wide, smooth column. My hands were now fastened above my head, and I felt totally helpless. Inside, I tried to quell the anxiety by reminding myself I was with someone who would always protect me, and I had nothing to worry about. Relax and enjoy the ride—I knew Shamus would tell me this, if he could see inside my head at that moment.

  A tongue dipped into my ear, while Shamus slowly played with my pussy. Two more strong, large hands joined his, coiling around my breasts and squeezing hard.

  Shamus dropped to his knees in front of me, and his tongue ground into my clit. Meanwhile, the newcomer urged me away from the column so he could slide behind me. He pulled my hair back and whispered in my ear, “I’m going to fuck your pretty ass, while Shamus fucks your pussy. How does that sound?”

  I could only nod my approval, as the stranger trailed kisses and tiny flicks of tongue from my ear down my neck. Shamus slid fingers in my dripping pussy and sucked hard on my throbbing clit while flicking his tongue rapidly over it. As he ignited a blissful fire in my cunt, the stranger ran a hand between my ass cheeks and urged me to tilt my butt up. He slathered some cool lube all over my crack. The smell of sandalwood oil filled the air, and I let myself completely melt into my two lovers.

  Soon, a slippery cock nudged its head into my asshole. I sighed and backed my ass into the stranger. His throaty chuckle teased my ear with warm breath, and my nostrils with the clean scent of peppermint.

  Shamus enthusiastically lapped at my clit while his fingers rapidly pounded my g-spot, building that sublime pressure that started deep in my pussy. As the pleasure made me buck and twitch against him and the stranger, he pulled his fingers away. He yanked my legs up and his thick, stiff cock rubbed against my pussy. The stranger had to step forward to remain in my ass.

  �
�Now,” Shamus spoke, his voice low and guttural with lust. “I’m going to slip a second cock in you, and we’re going to fuck you mindless.”

  His plump head slid between my pussy lips and plunged deep inside me. Strong hands held me from behind and in front, clutching my body tight as their cocks pounded my ass and cunt. My g-spot happily took the stimulation from both ends.

  “Ohhhh yeeeessss, please,” I groaned out loudly, as my body became hyper-aware with the flood of sensation. “Give me mooore. Faster. Harder.” My every nerve absorbed blissful feeling.

  Their slippery cocks massaged my cunt and ass walls, and the thin flesh quivered as I took in this delicious friction. Warm, callused hands curled around my tits, teasing the nipples with pinches, then cupping the full mound and squeezing hard. Another hand found my clit and rubbed it hard with fingers slickened by my juices.

  Their cocks rammed me furiously, and I soon squirmed helplessly between them. That sensation of having to pee, as I had come to think of it, started deep in my pussy. It spread like a consuming wildfire through my cunt. I trembled in the grip of my two lovers, and cried out loudly as the intense orgasm flooded my every cell with release and bliss.

  Soon after, with deep, long thrusts, the stranger and Shamus came inside of me. Then, once they pulled out, Shamus pulled me close and kissed me deeply. When our lips parted, he nuzzled my neck with a stubbly cheek and whispered, “Was this a good birthday present?”

  I hugged him tight, enjoying the feeling of his sweat damp muscles beneath my hands. “Yes,” I said, when I found the breath to respond. “Yes, it was.”

  ***

  Taboo Love Part 3

  My Valentine

  I walked up to Shamus’ apartment door carefully. I was wearing the only pair of stilettos I owned, and I had a hell of a time maneuvering in the things. A thin raincoat was all I wore besides the shoes, and I had a cloth grocery bag full of chocolate syrup, whipped cream, and marshmallow hearts. It was the day before Valentine’s, and I had decided to return the surprise my step-brother had given me two weeks ago for my birthday.

  As I went to ring the doorbell, though, I heard female laughter drift through the painted wood. Shamus’ voice rumbled low from inside. My heart kicked up its pace, and I tried to quell the sick feeling in my gut. I stabbed a shaky finger into the doorbell.

 

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