by Terry Towers
He turned to face her and stroked her cheek with the back of his hand. "Because I love you, Gabby. I tried so hard to deny the feelings. That night you came into my room before I left. Shit, for a brief moment I was going to tell you. And then…"
“And then…” she parroted. "But... I...." Oh, God it was so confusing. She frowned. What exactly did he mean? He couldn't possibly... Could he? "Well, of course you do, we're family." She didn’t want to jump to conclusions and attempted to shrug it off, but his eyes told her that wasn't what he meant.
"I didn't chase off those guys in high school because I wanted to make your life miserable, Gabby. I did it because I couldn't handle the thought of any of them touching you. I couldn't bear it. And I knew I couldn't tell you, I almost did that night. God, Dad would have fucking killed me. It was killing me, Gabby."
"So you joined the Marines..."
He shrugged. "Yeah. I needed to get away. I needed you out of my head. My feelings for you were wrong and I knew it, but I just..."
He slipped his hand to the back of her head and she sighed softly, covering his hand with her own. Closing her eyes, she turned her face and kissed his palm. Opening her eyes back up, she could see the anguish in those stormy grey eyes. It tore at her heart.
"You should have told me, Tony. We could have worked it out, had I known..."
He gave her a look that said “get serious,” which caused a soft smile to touch her lips. "Seeing you and knowing I couldn't have you. Knowing one day I wouldn't be able to stop some asshole from having you. It was too much. But I'm in love with you. The years haven't changed that for me, Gabby, they've only made me want you more."
Placing the picture next to his wallet on the small glass coffee table, she straddled his lap. She touched the side of his face, beginning to show signs of a shadow. She loved this man. She always had. Even while she hated him, she loved him. The surreal part was that he loved her back, and all this time he'd wanted her as much as she had wanted him.
"I love you too, Tony."
"My God, Gabby." Slipping a hand behind her head and threading his fingers into her hair he forced her lips down to his, kissing her with a passion she'd never known existed until that moment. It lit up her entire body. Love, joy, lust, need. So many emotions were rushing through her as their tongue duelled together, she could barely control herself.
"Lift your arms over your head Gabby," he ordered, pulling his mouth from hers and grasping the hem of her camisole while leaving her breathless. "Since we didn't get to the best part of prom night last night I think we need to get on it right away."
Grinning, she raised her arms and he slowly peeled the tight sheer pink garment up over her stomach. His eyes lit up at the sight of each inch of her body as it became revealed to him. He inched his way up further, revealing her generous breasts and then up and over her head, tossing it to the floor.
He palmed her breasts in his large hands, pinching the nipples. Her heart rate accelerated. His breath hitched as she moved on his lap, grinding her pelvis against his growing cock. Her sheer lace panties became wet with her growing need.
Anthony took her first nipple into his mouth and tugged at it with his teeth. Gabriella cried out as a sharp rush of pleasure and pain ran down her spine and she gripped tight to his shoulders, her fingernails digging into the hard muscle.
His mouth travelled over to the other nipple, swirling his tongue around the tightening nub and then taking it into his mouth. Her pussy was aching, her body moving and grinding onto his, needing release.
"Too much clothing," she gasped. Her thin panties and his boxers needed to go – immediately. She slid from his lap and stood before him, loving the way his eyes wandered hungrily over her naked body. Quickly sliding her panties over her hips, she leaned over him and tugged his down as well, unveiling his beautiful, thick cock standing ready and proud. Kneeling between his spread legs, Gabriella kept her eyes locked to his as she grasped his dick in her hands and began stroking him, from the base to tip.
"Damn, Gabby." His body tensed and he groaned softly.
Feeling empowered that such a strong, gorgeous man was aching with need for her, she lowered her lips to the tip. Her tongue lashed out and swiped the cum beginning to form at the tip.
"Take it all Gabby," he groaned, cupping the back of her head in his hands and urging her mouth lower on him.
"Not yet." She grinned wickedly at him and she was thrilled to see the look of anguish in his eyes. Her tongue circled the head, flicking at the tip and then running up and down the underside of his shaft.
Anthony groaned once more and his hips began to move, thrusting up, begging her to end his torture and take him into her mouth. "Ah, Gabby." His fingers tightened in her hair and his body tensed, every beautiful muscle taut and ready.
Once done with her teasing she ended his torture, taking him fully into her mouth. His loud groan of relief fuelled the fire between her legs as she began to move up and down on him, sucking and licking the shaft with each movement. Gabriella slipped a hand between her legs, parted her pussy lips and began to stroke herself, her hand moving in time with her rhythm on his cock.
She was coming close, the shivers running through her increasing by the second, taking her to the edge of bliss when his hands left her hair and he grabbed her shoulders. Frowning, she lifted her eyes and caught his.
"Ride my cock Gabby, I want to see your face when you come," he ordered, his tone gruff, but strained.
Reluctantly she released his dick and slid onto him, straddling his lap. She was so wet, he easily slid into her, stretching her wanton core.
"Ride me hard, sweetie." He gripped her hips and thrust up into her, spurring her into action.
Leaning back on him, her hands braced on his knees behind her, her back arched and her eyes locked to his she began to move on him. She rotated her hips in a circular motion while moving up and down on him. The head of his massive cock stroked her inner wall, and with each rotation she found herself whimpering as a spasm of pleasure would rush through her.
"Stay with me."
She nodded, her breasts jiggling as she continued to grind against him. She saw the fire in his eyes, burning hotter than she had ever seen before. She was coming closer to her climax. The closer she came, the faster her movements on his cock became, until everything seemed to spin out of control and she gave in to the sweet surrender of his massive cock.
"Oh my God! So good, Tony!" she cried out as she felt her body preparing to explode. Seconds away. Harder, faster. Her fingers gripped tight to his legs as with one final thrust against him, slamming down onto his lap and driving his cock as far into herself as possible, she exploded.
"Oh fuck baby, that's good!" Anthony groaned.
She was still basking in the aftermath of her mind-blowing orgasm when Anthony shifted their position, taking care not to become separated from her, and laid her onto her back on the sofa. The next thing she knew, he had her legs slipped over his shoulders and he was taking her, hard, fast and deeper than she'd ever felt anyone.
He slammed into her over and over, his balls slapping her ass with each downward thrust. "Oh yes Tony, yes, yes, yes!"
She gripped tightly to his arms, and watched as his cock disappeared and reappeared from within her. The view was amazingly erotic and so consuming, seeing their union and then feeling the pleasure that came with it.
"Fuck, I love watching myself fuck you, Gabby," he grunted between clenched teeth.
She bit her lower lip as she felt his cock thicken and felt his balls harden against her ass. He was close and she needed him to come almost as much as she needed to feel the rush of coming a second time that morning.
"I'm going to come again!" She closed her eyes, letting the sensations rush over her.
"Open your eyes."
Her lids fluttered open and she caught his gaze once more. The electricity between them was so intense it was leaving her breathless. If she hadn't been in the middle of another loud mo
an she would have grinned at his bossiness. With a loud groan a rush of his cum came spewing from him, beating against the walls of her pussy.
"So good!" The words hadn't left her lips when her body began to tremble. Her stomach clenched and then her pussy erupted, coating every inch of his cock with her sweet nectar. Her juices quickly filled her, mixing with his semen.
As he pulled out from her, a few smaller spurts of cum dripped from him and coated her mound. On impulse she swiped a bit of it up with her index finger and brought her finger to her mouth. Anthony watched, transfixed, as she sucked his cum from her finger. The dark feral look he gave her at the simple action gave her sweet satisfaction.
"Holy fuck Gabby, what you do to me..." He lowered her legs from his shoulders and sat back on the sofa. Grabbing her hands in his he pulled her on top of him.
She crossed her arms over his chest, set her chin upon her arms and smiled up at him. "What exactly did I do to you, Sir?" she teased, placing a kiss on his chest.
"You make me want to settle down. Here. For good. You make me want to be the man you deserve, Gabby." He touched her cheek and traced her lower lip with his thumb. "You make me want to be a better man."
Covering his hand with hers, she turned her head and kissed his palm. "You're what I want just the way that you are, Tony. You're my hero, you always have been."
The love and affection, and the relief was so evident in his expression that it warmed her heart, but she also saw apprehension. "I'm no hero, Gabby. I–"
She silenced him with a kiss, a light sweet kiss that could not be mistaken for anything other than a kiss of a woman madly in love. "I love you, Anthony King. Scars and all."
Gabriella then realized that he was her everything, scars and all. He was her stepbrother, her hero and now her lover. And she wouldn't have it any other way.
The End
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Excerpt From
Forbidden Indulgences
(MFM erotic romance)
By
Terry Towers
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Prologue
~ 15 months ago ~
Ivy
“I can do this. I can do this,” Ivy Sullivan repeated over and over as she stared at herself in her bedroom mirror.
She was so nervous that her stomach was churning and she was frightened she might be sick. Although there wasn’t much in her stomach to unload, she’d been so nervous that she hadn’t been able to eat all day. But it was nerves, that’s all. Once she told her stepbrother how she felt and it was out there everything would be okay. He’d tell her he loved her back and then they could move on as a couple. Sure, the whole stepsibling thing would cause some issues, but their parents had only been married a few years, certainly not long enough for her to consider him as a real sibling, more like a roommate. She’d played the scene out in her head a million times over the past month and it never ended badly.
But years of insecurity and a lack of confidence were fierce opponents, wanting her to remain in her room, shut the door and continue to pretend she was okay with just being his friend. But that was a lie and she couldn’t live with a lie any longer.
At least I’m heading to college tomorrow, she mused, if he doesn’t feel the same I don’t have to see him again. Or at least not for a while.
She gave her appearance another once-over. She’d spent close to an hour getting ready, making sure her makeup was flawless and her auburn hair shining without a strand out of place. She’d searched every store in Portland, Maine looking for the perfect dress. While the one she selected wasn’t perfect it did a pretty good job at flattering her body shape.
She normally wore sweatshirts and oversized t-shirts in an attempt to hide her chubbiness, but it never really helped. However, this dress was cute, it actually made her look like she had a waist, accenting her figure in all the right places. Having been a girl who’d struggled with a weight problem her entire life, usually weighing anywhere from 80 to 120 pounds more than her “ideal” weight, feeling beautiful and desirable was oftentimes challenging. However, this was one of the first times in her life she felt beautiful, she felt like she might actually have a chance with the captain of the football team who had stolen her heart without knowing it and slept across the hall.
Just maybe…
Taking a deep breath in, she slowly released it and gave her appearance a nod. It was now or never. She left her room and crossed the hall. There was the faint sound of music coming from Ethan’s room – Linkin Park. It was a band he loved and always played when he was in an especially good mood.
He was in a good mood, that was a bonus.
Ivy knocked on his door, waited a minute and then opened it up, peeking her head inside. “Hey Ethan, you busy?”
Ethan looked up from his laptop in her direction, while muting the sound, then spun his desk chair around and gave her a smile. “Not really, what’s up?” He was gorgeous, everything about him was perfect in her mind. Everything from the way his blue eyes shone when he laughed to the way he could make her feel good just being around him. He wasn’t just a random guy she had a crush on, but one of the closest friends she had and if he rejected her it would ruin everything.
And it would crush me, she silently added.
She opened the door fully and stepped inside, closing it behind her. The last thing she wanted was someone – namely one of their parents – overhearing what she had to say.
“Wow, you look amazing,” Ethan stated, letting out a low whistle. “Big plans for your last night here?”
A blush warmed her cheeks. “No. No, I wanted to talk to you though.” She crinkled her nose at him. “It’s kinda important.”
He motioned toward the bed. “Have a seat. Let’s talk. What’s on your mind?” He sat back in the chair he was sitting in and laced his fingers behind his head. “You know I’m going to really miss having you around to hang out with.”
Ivy graced him with a smile. That was an encouraging statement.
“I have something to say and I’m just going to say it, okay?”
Ethan frowned, leaning forward in his chair and eyeing her a little more critically. “Ummm. All right. You can tell me anything, you know that.” He took her shaky hands in his and gave her a smile of reassurance. “Come on. What’s up?”
Just do it. Just do it. Like a Band-Aid. One rip and right off!
“I love you Ethan,” she blurted, not able to look him in the eye as she said it.
Seconds passed, maybe minutes. She couldn’t say for sure, it felt like an eternity. When she couldn’t stand the wait any longer she looked up into his eyes, which harboured a mixture of confusion and disbelief.
“Ethan?”
He slowly pulled his hands from hers and straightened in his chair. “I don’t understand.” His eyes focused on a spot above her left shoulder. Then down at the floor between their feet. And then down at an imaginary piece of lint on his t-shirt. He looked everywhere but at her. In the million scenarios she’d envisioned, this wasn’t how any of them went down. The fact he’d pulled his hands from hers also did not seem to be in her favor.
“I love you. I’m in love with you, Ethan. For quite a while now to be honest.” She looked up at him, hopeful. He just needed time to digest the information. He hadn’t turned her down yet, there was still hope.
He stood abruptly, sending his chair tumbling backwards, and thrust a hand into his hair. He didn’t seem to notice the chair was now on its side. “I don’t understand what you’re expecting me to say, Ivy.” He began pacing, back and forth. “What am I supposed to say?”
She chewed at her lower lip and shrugged. “You love me too?”
He stopped pacing and stood before her. “I do.”
Her heart soared.
“As a friend. A
nd my stepsister.”
Her heart went crashing into her stomach. “But…”
“I’ve never considered you in that way, Ivy.”
“I just…”
He gave his head a little shake, catching her gaze for the first time since she’d made her declaration. “I’m sorry, Ivy.”
A sob caught in her throat and tears filled her eyes. She leapt from the bed and brushed past him. When he grabbed for her hand she shook him off, racing from his bedroom across the hall and into the sanctuary of her own room. As soon as the door to her room was closed and locked she allowed the tears and sobs free rein. She began practically tearing the crimson-coloured dress from her body and tossing it into the corner in a heap, not giving a damn it cost her three weeks’ pay working at the local coffee shop as a barista. She’d never wear it again so what would it matter.
As she lay curled up in a ball on her bed she hoped Ethan would change his mind and come to her, telling her he messed up and wanted her too. He didn’t. She left the next morning without saying another word to him.
Chapter 1
~ The Present ~
Ivy
“I can’t believe it, Ivy. I just... Wow.”
Ivy caught her best friend Cassidy Reynolds’ blue eyes in the full-length mirror on the back of her closet door and smiled. She refocused her attention to her reflection, and her smile widened looking at the beautiful green-eyed girl staring back at her. “One hundred and twenty pounds,” she said, more to herself than Cassidy. It wasn’t until she arrived home and saw all the pictures of herself at two hundred and forty pounds that how much weight she’d lost really hit home; she could barely believe she used to be that girl.
“One-hundred and twenty pounds. That’s how much I weigh now. Amazing, huh?”
“It’s insane. It really is,” Cassidy confirmed.
