Double Pleasure: Alpha Male Taboo Forbidden Romance

by Hunter, Heidi

  While it didn't feel as good as when my stepbrother had touched me, I knew I had to give myself an orgasm or I would go crazy. I closed my eyes and tried to block out the rest of the world. All I could see in my mind was Josh. In my fantasy, he was standing and stroking himself and fingering me at the same time. I imagined it was his palm pressing against me.

  Then I came. The water continued to stream down my body as I gave out a little cry while trying to stifle my orgasm. I didn't need the whole damn house knowing what had just happened. I stood there and enjoyed the moment then washed up again before turning the water off. After I dried off, I wrapped the towel around me and headed to my bedroom.

  I passed the door to Josh's room, which was open, but I didn't see him. The sound of laughter filtered up from the kitchen through the heating vents. I went into my bedroom then closed and locked the door. Still wrapped in the towel, I went to the closet and tried to pick out something to wear. I say tried because no matter what I did, I couldn't get Josh out of my thoughts.

  What had happened between us? I knew the simple answer to that question, but I wasn't sure of the long term implications. And that concerned me. Would it be awkward between us? Did he want more? Was I a whore because of what happened? I settled on pink sweat pants and a loose fitting t-shirt, not wanting to cause Josh to go crazy.

  After I was dressed, I sat at my desk and brushed my hair as it dried. The person that stared back at me in the mirror seemed different than the person I usually saw. Had the shower Josh and I taken together changed me that much? Would our friendship and the rest of our lives be ruined? No matter the damage, I knew I wouldn't give up what had happened between us for anything.

  * * * * *

  “I'll clean up. You guys go. You two need a night out,” I said after dinner.

  Mom looked at me suspiciously, but dad was all about leaving. When they were gone, Josh walked into the kitchen.

  “I'm heading out. Just want to make sure we're still cool.”

  “What?” I turned around. “You're leaving? I thought...”

  “You thought what, Lissa? We can't ever do more than what happened today.”

  I put my hands on my hips. “And what happened today?”

  “What do you mean? You know what happened.”

  “Exactly. I got you off and you left me hanging.”

  “They were home,” he said, gesturing wildly with his hand.

  “And they're gone now.”

  He took a deep breath, frowned, then turned around and stormed out of the room. I hated the way he acted sometimes. Part of me had just been teasing about him not giving me an orgasm, but the tiny nub between my legs wasn't kidding at all. I decided to let the dishes soak a while and walked upstairs to my bedroom. After I shut the door, I walked over to my desk and rolled a joint.

  After opening my window and turning on the ceiling fan, I lit it up. As I took a deep hit, I looked around my room, which seemed different after having been gone away at college. The first two summers had been different in some way. I couldn't put my finger on it exactly, so I exhaled and took another big hit from the joint.

  Smoke flew through the air toward the window, pushed by invisible wind. Maybe that was why I'd opened the shower curtain and stepped in with Josh? Was that also the reason I'd touched his cock? And gotten him off? As I smoked, my thoughts began to become less focused. I drifted back to his body without the emotions attached.

  Ten hits later, I set the joint down and headed over to my bed. The house was empty, so I slipped out of my clothes then laid down. With my eyes closed, I began to rub my hands over my breasts, teasing my nipples. Then I moved away from them and touched other parts of my body. All the while, I thought about Josh and his strong arms, how his finger had felt inside me.

  Gradually, I made my way back to my hard nipples. I sighed as my fingers brushed over them. Between the weed and what had happened in the shower earlier, I knew I was going to have one of my best orgasms ever. That thought alone made me breathe a little faster. As my chest rose and fell, my hands slipped lower on my body.

  My fingers passed over my neatly trimmed hair then reached my slit. I moaned again as I touched myself, imagining it was his fingers that were touching me. As I got wet and started to breathe heavy, I heard the floorboards creak. I opened my eyes and looked to my door, which I'd forgotten to lock. Josh was standing there looking in.

  I didn't stop touching myself as he watched. Would he come over? If I said anything I might scare him away, so I kept my mouth shut. Then he walked toward me. I moved over on the bed and spread my legs wide. Did he know what I wanted him to do? What would happen if he continued what he had started earlier that day?

  As my fingers played the delicate instrument between my legs, he surprised me as he got on the bed on his stomach and scooted closer to me. His lips kissed the inside of my thighs, first one side then the other. I looked down at him as he stared intently at my pussy, examining me. When I couldn't resist anymore, I reached out and grabbed his head, pulling his face down while I bucked my hips up.

  When his lips touched my fleshy, pink lips, I thought I was going to come right away. Then his tongue slipped out of his mouth and he started lapping at me. I moaned again, unable to believe what was happening or how good it felt. He continued to lick me as he stuck a finger inside me. Fuck! I thought. It felt so good. I didn't want him to ever stop.

  He fucked me with his finger as his tongue teased my clitoris lightly then more firmly. The rest of the room faded away. All I could concentrate on was the feeling of his lips and tongue moving over my sensitive skin. Then he pushed two fingers inside me and wiggled them. I screamed out as my orgasm rushed up and overtook me. Pleasure washed over my body.

  I continued to shake as he pulled his fingers out and looked up at me, a satisfied look on his face. My chest was rising and falling quickly as I tried to catch my breath. I had never imagined he would be so good at going down on a woman. He was better than any man I'd ever been with so far in my life. And I doubted anyone would be able to replicate what he'd done to me.

  “Wow,” I said.

  “We're even now, right?”

  “What? No.”

  I sat up on my elbows and stared down at him.

  “What do you mean? You got me off and I got you off. We're even.”

  “You got me off with your mouth, dummy. I got you off with my hands. I'm one up on you.”

  When he realized what I was talking about, I smiled. A look of horror and lust flashed over his face as I got up and crawled toward him. Before he could say anything or go away, I started to undo his pants.

  “Help me get these off. Quick,” I said.

  He didn't argue. When his pants were on the floor, I reached out and grabbed his cock with one of my hands. It was already hard, which I found a little flattering. With my feet near his head, I leaned over and slipped the tip of his dick past my lips. His hands grasped the comforter on my bed and squeezed as I took more of him in my mouth.

  The taste was neither nasty or nice. All I could really think about was making him as happy as he had made me so that we would be even. I knew we couldn't keep acting like we were, especially if I went back to college after summer like I planned. His throbbing cock in my hand was what mattered to me most as I made love to it with my mouth.

  Instead of just bobbing my head up and down, I took my time and really teased him with my tongue and lips. He grew even harder, his mushroom head purple, swollen and shiny. I knew he was close to coming, but I wanted to tease him some more. His taste turned me on. If he let me, I would suck his cock all night long.

  “Stop,” he said suddenly, pulling away.

  I turned and looked at him. “What's wrong?”

  “Can I...put it inside you?”

  “You want to fuck my pussy?”

  “Yeah.”

  “Then say it.”

  “I want to fuck your pussy.”

  “Whose pussy?” He cocked his head to the side
, confused, so I gave him the answer. “Your sister's pussy.”

  “I want to fuck my sister.”

  “You're so dirty...”

  “Hey, you told me to say it...”

  “I was teasing. Just shut up and let me put it in.”

  He got silent as I crawled on top of him then reached down to hold him as I lowered myself. I moaned as he penetrated me completely. That slight curve made it that much better as he slid into me all the way. I leaned forward, my breasts pressed against his chest, and kissed him on the lips. His hands grabbed my cheeks and he kissed me back passionately.

  I moved back and put my palms on his hard chest as I started to ride him. He reached up and began to play with my nipples, gently pinching them as I moved up and down, his dick thrusting into me each time my body moved downward. We found a perfect rhythm and the rest of the world faded away. Our bodies became one. The fact that it was so forbidden turned me on even more.

  “You're so tight,” he groaned.

  As I looked deep into his eyes, I slowed down slightly. I wanted the moment to last forever. I knew that wasn't possible, but with all the emotions and hormones running through my body, it was all I could do not to come right away myself. He felt huge inside me as the friction continued to build up. All the sexual tension between us was finally coming to a boil.

  Before he came, I climbed off. He looked down at me as if I'd just shot him or called him a bad name, but he didn't complain when I took him into my mouth. One of my hands slid up and down his smooth, slick shaft as I kept the tip right in front of my mouth. I stared at him, loving the way his face contorted as he got closer and closer to coming.

  Then I felt the base of his cock twitch. I knew what was coming next. He grunted as I gave him one final, firm tug. I swallowed as much of his creamy seed as I could. When he was finally done shaking, I moved my hand away then leaned forward to lick him clean. When that was done, I curled up beside him for a moment.

  Neither of us talked. We didn't need to speak words to communicate. Both of us knew. After a few minutes, we went to clean up. I let him use the bathroom by himself first before going in. The line we had crossed was back in play – at least for the time being. We didn't mention it to each other, but we spent a lot of time together.

  That summer was the best ever. After that first time, we never fooled around again. Both of us got married within two years of our sexual encounter. What was strange was that we were closer than ever before. We weren't really brother and sister, but I felt as if we were for the first time in my life. I loved him. He loved me. And that was all that mattered to either of us.

  Bonus Story 2

  Dirty College Party

  One

  Carissa

  Jane’s Addiction poured out of speakers across the room as Amy and I sat on the couch in our shared living room. She wasn’t the smartest woman on the planet - by any means - but she helped pay the bills and I put up with her.

  “Come on, it’s going to be one of our last college parties,” she whined.

  I sighed. “Sure, okay.”

  “Yay!” Her excitement was not contagious. “I have the perfect costume idea for you,” she continued.

  “What is it?”

  “Wait. You want to hear about my costume first?”

  A few more months, and I can get a place of my own, I thought to myself as I smiled at her. “Sure, what’s your costume?”

  “Sexy cupid.” A wild look crept into her eyes. “Do you like it? Huh?”

  “Common, but I think you can pull it off.” I paused, wondering if I really wanted the answer to my next question. “What’s mine?”

  “Sexy joint.”

  “What the fuck is a sexy joint?” I asked, not even able to imagine.

  “It’s a costume that’s going to help us both get laid tonight.”

  “Whoa. Hold on. Wait a minute. I never agreed to anything like that,” I said, anxiety flaring up.

  “This is our senior year, dear. We have to go out with a bang.”

  “Don’t you mean to say you want to get banged?”

  “Well, duh. Yeah.”

  She smiled, winking her eyes repeatedly at me. I shook my head and laughed.

  “Okay, let’s do this,” I said. “How the hell do I become a sexy joint?”

  “Well, what kind of guys do you want to attract tonight?”

  “You know, the good ones, I guess.”

  “Nuh-uh. Not tonight. You want a bad boy for a one-night stand.”

  “I’m not in the danger scene,” I said, frowning.

  “We’ll be safe. Don’t worry.” She stood up and walked toward the stairs. “Come to my room with me. We need to get our costumes on.”

  I got up and walked over to her.

  “Are there going to be a lot of people at this party?” I asked as we walked upstairs.

  “Probably. That’s why we’re going to drink a little before we leave. By the time we walk to the party, you’re going to be feeling fine, girlfriend. Woo!”

  We made it to her bedroom, which was a disaster area. How does she live like this? She rushed over to a box that had come in the mail the other day. It was big enough to fit a computer system. As I walked over, she pulled pieces of the costume out.

  “Here, put this on,” she said, handing me what looked like a white sheet.

  I turned it over and over, trying to figure out how the hell to get it on. Part of it was black and red – like the tip of a joint. It all clicked in my brain, and I pulled it over my head, sticking my arms through the hole. When I held my arms to my sides, I sorta looked like a joint with the cherry at the top of my head. Two small holes in the sheet allowed me to see – kinda.

  “How is this sexy?” I asked.

  “What college guy isn’t going to find a lit joint with long, silky legs sexy?”

  “I don’t understand.”

  She came at me with a pair of scissors in her hands and a wicked grin on her face. Before I could stop her, she’d cut the bottom half of the costume off well above my knees.

  “Amy!”

  “Lookin’ good, hot mama,” she said then started to strip off her clothes in front of me.

  I turned around and walked toward the door.

  “Where you going, prude?” she called.

  “We’ve had this conversation before, Amy.”

  “I know. I’m sorry. My parents were hippies. Naked doesn’t mean anything to me. I forget you’re so uptight sometimes.”

  “Not that uptight,” I protested as I stopped at her bedroom door and waited for her to give me the okay to turn around and see her costume.

  Mine is going to be great to hide all my nasty fat, I told myself, always looking for the positive of a situation, even if it was a stretch. All my friends, Amy included, told me my weight wasn’t a problem, but they were all lying. I was certain. Once I graduated, I planned on getting shape post haste. I didn’t have the time with studying for classes and having any sort of social life in college.

  “Turn around and be prepared to be amazed, bitch,” Amy said.

  When I saw her at first, I thought she was actually another person. Her natural beauty was enhanced by a push-up bra and an outfit with enough material to make a handkerchief for a normal person. So much of her skin showed, I was sure she would be picked up for indecent exposure before we made it even the few blocks to the party. Still, I nodded my head and smiled.

  “Looking good.” I paused, then added, “You bitch,” a little too late.

  “That phrase is not for you. We’ve talked about that, Carissa.”

  “You’re right. It always sounds weird when I say it.”

  “Anyway, what do you think?”

  “It’s really sexy.”

  “That’s the point. I’m sexy cupid. So sexy other people start doing it when the see me.”

  “I doubt that’s going to happen,” I said, walking back over to her.

  “How do you know? Maybe it’s that type of party.�
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  She winked, making a big production out of it. I wasn’t sure if she was kidding or not.

  “Let’s drink, bitch,” she said.

  After she walked out of her bedroom, I followed. Downstairs, we went into our cozy kitchen. It had just enough room for a small table to seat two. Most of the time we ate in other rooms because it was so awkward. What we’d realized was that it made a great drinking spot for a pre-party. If it was comfortable, we might just keep drinking and never leave to the party.

  “We’ll have a few drinks then go,” Amy said.

  She got a bottle of Jägermeister and two shot glasses and set them on the table. I sat down in one of the uncomfortable chairs, knowing I’d be so sore in five or ten minutes, I’d get up and we’d go to the party. Amy sat down next to me. After pouring each of us a shot, we raised the drinks into the air and clinked the glass together before downing the liquid fire.

  “The problem,” I said as I slammed the shot glass on the table top. “Is all the men on campus are pricks, dicks, jocks or cocks.”

  Amy giggled. “You say that like it’s a bad thing.”

  “It is bad. I want a real man.”

  “College isn’t for real men. It’s for experimenting. I keep telling you…”

  “No, Amy, I’m not waiting to discover my female on female side.” I giggled as she faked a pout.

  “Anyway. Another shot?”

  I grabbed the bottle. After lifting it and tilting it, I poured more of the amber liquid into our shot glasses. We raised them again, clinked them together again, and drank them again. My body warmed. A smile spread across my face. Maybe it will be a good night after all. As I looked at Amy, the warmth moved through the rest of my body.

  “I want to dance,” I said suddenly as she poured a third shot.

  “We’ll dance, baby. Trust me.” She scooted one of the shot glasses across the table toward me. “Last call for pre-party. All aboard.”