Love is Strange: A Taboo Anthology

by Yolanda Olson

  There is also an intense game of naked twister going on at the moment. Each time someone falls, they have to take off an article of clothing before the next round starts. There is a guy who is all but naked with a bunch of girls. I think he’s losing on purpose. A smile creeps onto my face for a moment before I’m able to stop it. I take a sip of my beer and try to hide it.

  “Dude,” Van says as he elbows me in the arm, nearly spilling my beer. “You know you want to go play.”

  “I certainly do, but not here,” I shoot back to him with a knowing grin.

  Just then, something hard hits me in the back, making me stumble forward. I turn around ready to punch someone before realizing it’s a girl.

  “Oh my god!” she screams. “I’m so sorry, some drunk asshole just ran into me.”

  “It’s fine,” I answer, shaking the spilled beer from my hand. “How could I be mad at someone as adorable as you?”

  “Oh, wow! You sure know how to lay it on thick, don’t you?” she says, rolling her eyes.

  “Well, I thought that was safer than straight up asking you if you wanted to go find somewhere quiet to make out.”

  “HI!” she shouts sarcastically as she sticks out her hand to me. “I’m Gigi! Nice to meet you. I think we should at least know one another’s names first, yeah?”

  “I’m Griffin,” I answer, taking her hand into mine with a big smile on my face. “You’re right. I’m sorry.”

  “So, you want to go make out, huh?” she asks.

  “Yeah,” I answer, taking my bottom lip between my teeth.

  She shrugs her shoulders and flashes me a coy smile.

  “Okay. I’ll make out with you,” she says.

  I take her by her hand as we go looking for a vacant room. When we aren’t able to find one, we end up back downstairs near the game of naked twister.

  “We could always go back to my place,” I say to her.

  She narrows her eyes and purses her lips at me for a moment, as if she is thinking over my proposal. Then, she looks around as if she’s trying to find a reason to get away from me.

  “Well, I came here with two of my sorority sisters. Not sure where they are at the moment, but can they come too?”

  I turn and look at Van. He shoots me a devilish smile back.

  “You actually think we’d say ‘no’ to that?”

  Once we locate Gigi’s sorority sisters, Kayla and Lauren, we walk the three blocks back to our frat house.

  Chapter Two

  Griffin

  “Dude, this is insane! Kayla is so fucking hot!” Van states while adjusting his already hard cock.

  Damn it, Griff. Quit looking at it like you’re a fucking fag.

  We’re back at the house now and the girls have already gone off to the bathroom to freshen up.

  “Yeah, she is. I can’t wait to get in Gigi’s pants, man.”

  We grab some beers from the fridge and head back out into the rec room just as we hear the girls walking back down the hall.

  “This is a sweet house, guys,” Lauren says.

  “Yeah, it’s pretty awesome. We have a good time here,” Van answers.

  We all sit down on the oversized sectional. Gigi is next to me while Van is sandwiched between Kayla and Lauren.

  “So, what do you ladies feel like doing?” I ask.

  “I know what I feel like doing,” Gigi says, as she straddles me while sticking her tongue down my throat.

  I place my hands on her hips as she starts gyrating against my cock. She reaches one of her hands down between her body and mine before cupping my balls over my shorts. I groan into her mouth as she starts massaging them with her hands. I pick her up a little to reposition her so she has better access to them. As I do this, I catch sight of Van and the other girls on their side of the sofa. They’re taking turns making out with Van and then with one another. Van’s cock is so hard in his shorts, it looks like it could rip a hole in them at any moment. The thought makes my dick twitch.

  “There we go,” Gigi breaks the kiss as she continues her assault on my package. “I was beginning to wonder if I’d lost my touch.”

  “Nah, you’re amazing. It’s probably from all the beer.”

  She smiles slightly before leaning down to suck on my neck. As she does, she begins to unbutton my shirt. She kisses down my chest as she goes. When she gets to the button at the top of my shorts, she makes quick work of it. She unzips me and has my cock out in no time.

  It’s hardened up a bit, but it still has a way to go. She works it with her hand while she licks the tip. I feel slight tingles here and there as she works it and I pray to God that it kicks itself into gear soon. How embarrassing would it be if I wasn’t able to keep it up while this fucking smokin’ hot chick has it inside of her mouth?

  I’d be the laughing stock and Graham would be right. Graham being right would be the worst of the two. I’m not getting the reaction that I should be so I decide to take things into my own hands.

  I grab her under her arms and flip us around so I am on top of her. She giggles as I tuck myself back in. She starts to get defensive as if she was doing something wrong. I cut her off by telling her that she was amazing but if I didn’t taste her right now, I would die. She relaxes a bit as I run my hands up her legs, grab her thong and pull it down slowly. Once it’s removed, I ball it up and throw it across the sofa, hitting Kayla with it. This intensifies the reaction of the three of them. Gigi giggles again and covers her face as if she was embarrassed.

  I lift her skirt up and pull her lips apart with my thumbs before flicking her clit with my tongue. Just a little at first and then I speed up. She moans loudly and runs her hands through my hair, pulling my face into her.

  I realize that it’s quiet over on the other side so I open my eyes and glance over at them. Kayla and Lauren have Van’s cock out and are taking turns sucking him off while the other one makes out with him. Once again, my cock twitches. Just like that, I’m rock hard. I continue licking Gigi’s clit as I take two fingers and slide them in her wet pussy. I move faster knowing she is on the edge and I want to push her over. If I can do that then Graham won’t be right.

  She starts panting as a sheen of sweat appears over her body. I reach up with my free hand and grab hold of her tank top and bra straps in one motion. I pull them down as quickly as I can without hurting her and I begin to massage her tits. I hear her breathing change as her orgasm starts low in her stomach. I take one of her nipples and squeeze, forcing her orgasm to quicken. Before I know it, she is screaming and coming all over my face. I don’t know who needed this relief more, her or me.

  Her grip on my hair loosens as gravity pulls her hand down toward the floor.

  “Oh my GOD,” she breathes. “That was amazing.”

  She lays there for a moment catching her breath. I lift my head and move it around, trying to work out the kink in my neck from being in an awkward position for so long. As I move it this way and that, I notice Graham standing at the railing overlooking the two-story living room. With a smug look on my face, I take the fingers that were just in Gigi’s pussy and lick the juices off, never breaking eye-contact with him.

  Gigi starts reaching for my dick again but I tell her that I want to fuck her. I grab a condom from the bowl on the side table. We have an endless supply in this house and for good reason.

  I stand as I open the foil packet and slide it over my dick. I take her hand and turn her around so we’re facing Van and the other girls. Seeing them sucking on Van’s cock is exactly what I need in order to keep me going. Then, I help her down onto her knees so I can fuck her from behind.

  At the same time, she tells Lauren to come over and lay down. She starts rubbing Lauren over her panties as I slide my dick into her still wet pussy. Then, she moves the fabric covering Lauren’s pussy to the side before diving straight in with her tongue. Gigi readjusts her body a little so my cock can drive in even deeper. The movement pushes her forward over and over, her tongue sliding in and o
ut of Lauren’s pussy each time. Before I know it, Kayla is naked and sitting on Lauren’s face while she has Van’s cock in her mouth. The sight of his balls moving back and forth every time Kayla sucks him in and pulls him back out again almost has me exploding inside of Gigi within seconds.

  Don’t blow it, Griff. Literally.

  I look back down at the girls and while they’re all beautiful, I find I am not reacting to them in the same way that I’m reacting to seeing Van’s thick cock. I begin to imagine that it’s my mouth covering his dick. I picture him being the one gripping my hair and pulling my face in against him, exactly like Gigi just did.

  The thought has me smacking myself against Gigi, the poor girl’s face smashing into Lauren’s pussy with each thrust. As I get closer, I happen to look up at the second floor again, noticing that Graham is still there. Only now, he has his own cock in his hand and he is jerking off, watching me watch Van. A knowing look on his face.

  I force my gaze from his as I slow down just a bit hoping that Van and I can time our orgasms so we come together. I like the idea of that, coming together like some couples do. I think I’ve gotten the right rhythm down but Van ends up coming right away. Irritated that this didn’t turn out the way I wanted it to, I look back up and my eyes land on Graham once more. As soon as I see him begin to come, I explode.

  I pull out of Gigi, my hands on my hips trying to ease my breathing as I stand up and remove the condom. I tie it and throw it in the trash before pulling my pants back up and chugging the rest of my beer. As I tilt my head back, my eyes lock with Graham once more. This time, he is the one with the smug look on his face. My eyes narrow at him before he turns and walks away.

  I just came, but I am still mad with lust. I go up to my room, the room I share with Graham. I pray that he keeps his fucking mouth shut. Thankfully, he does. I grab my gym bag and head down to the basement to beat the shit out of our punching bag.

  Chapter Three

  Graham

  Looking over the railing down at the scene below me, I’m not sure if I’m more turned on or pissed off. I’ve always felt protective of my brother but this is more than that. I see him with his cock in her. I see him staring at the other two girls playing with Van. I want to be Van. I want to be the one he’s looking at and lusting over. He can be himself around me. He doesn’t have to hide when I’m around. I know he’s still in denial but the sooner he realizes who he really is, the better for both of us. We can and will be happy with one another.

  Just as the bimbo that he’s got his tongue inside of screams with excitement, I see him look up and notice me. I meant to stay hidden. I didn’t want him to accuse me of being a voyeur. But the sight of him is intoxicating and it gets old and tiresome always having to hold in my feelings. No one else is around right now, so I am able to watch him freely. I feel bad though, him catching me watching. I don’t want him to be angry with me. But when he looks me straight in the eye and sucks her pussy juice off of his fingers with a gleam in his eye, I get furious. And so fucking turned on. Mother fucker. You want to play? Let’s play.

  I watch as he sinks himself into her from behind while he watches one of the other bimbo’s lick Van’s cock from base to tip. He’s not turned on because of her. For that I’m certain. Watching him, the way he’s looking at Van I can see his blood pumping from here. I can tell how big and hard his cock is, even when it’s jammed all the way inside of the girl's pussy. The sight of him makes me hard.

  I reach into my pants thinking that I am just going to rearrange myself, but as soon as I feel my cock, there is no way that I’ll be able to keep my hands off of it while I’m looking at him. I take it out of my pants and start jerking off to the sight of him. Imagining that I’m the one in front of him and not that sorority chick. Imagining that it’s my ass that he’s pounding into. Imagining that we’re the two who are going to come together.

  Van snaps me out of it when he comes with a loud grunt, but I’ve still had my gaze locked on Griffin this whole time. As soon as Van comes, I see disappointment spread over my brother’s face. He looks back up at me and the shit eating grin on my face. I know what he wanted with Van. He missed out on that chance, but he won’t be coming alone tonight. We lock eyes as he continues to pound into that walking case of VD, while I’m still rubbing my cock up and down and up and down. This only continues for a moment longer before we both come, eyes locked on one other, so many feelings passing between us. Now I’m the one with the shit eating grin on my face. I tuck myself back in and walk to the bathroom to wash my hands.

  I am lounging on my bed a few moments later when storms in, red with rage. He doesn’t say one word to me and I keep quiet too. He grabs his gym bag and leaves. I’m not happy that he’s upset. But I am satisfied that he was affected. This bullshit has gone on long enough. If he isn’t going to admit it to himself, I don’t mind being the one to show him who he really is.

  Chapter Four

  Graham

  It’s been three days since that night and Griffin still won't talk to me. He’s up before I am and doesn’t come to bed until late every night. We have three classes together and he won’t even make eye contact with me. This shit ends today.

  I’m down in the kitchen grabbing a snack when I see him come home. He goes straight up to our room and I use the opportunity to follow him. The door is slightly ajar when I get to the room and I open it as quietly as possible. I don’t see him on his bed or at his desk. The room isn’t huge, but it’s big by frat house standards. It’s shaped like an “L”, so the only other place he could be is around the corner where my bed is. I peek around the corner to check and see if he’s over there for some reason, but I don’t see him there either. That’s odd. I turn around to leave and check the bathroom and there he is. Standing in front of the now closed door to our room with a look of pure fury on his face.

  “What’s up, Griff?” I ask, not sure whether or not he’s going to yell or lunge at me.

  “What the fuck was that the other night?” He asks, anger very apparent in his voice.

  “What do you mean?” I ask him though I know exactly what he means.

  “Stop playing games with me. You know what I’m talking about.”

  “Oh, you mean when you couldn’t get off by fucking a pussy without thinking about having a dick in your mouth?”

  “Take that back!”

  “I would if it weren’t true.”

  “IT'S NOT TRUE!” With that he lunges at me and we both go flying onto his bed behind me.

  “It is, and you know it! And it’s time you stopped trying to deny what you really are.” I shout back at him.

  I use all of my strength to push him off of me. He lands next to me on his stomach and I move quickly so I am laying on top of him, his back to my front. I take his hands, pin them in between us and hold them tightly in my left hand. I lean over, holding myself up with my right hand, and whisper in his ear.

  “You’re gay. Say it,” I demand.

  “No,” he argues through gritted teeth.

  “You like the idea of choking on cock while a guy comes down that sexy fucking throat of yours. Say it!” I order.

  “Fuck you!” he responds.

  “You have no idea how bad I want to bend you over the side of this bed and give you everything you’ve ever wanted. Everything you’ve ever needed. It’s going to happen one day, brother. One day very soon.” I promise quietly before licking up the side of his ear and nibbling on his lobe. I reach down under Griffin and grab hold of his dick.

  “Hard as a fucking rock. Just like I said it would be. Is denying what you are really worth all this effort? I want you to be yourself. I want you to be happy. I want to be the one you’re happy with.”

  “I hate you,” he whimpers, beyond frustrated that I’m right.

  “You can hate me all you want… just stop hating yourself.”

  The guys must have heard yelling and wrestling from downstairs because before we know it Van and Taylor rush int
o our room trying to break up the fight.

  “Dude, knock it off! What the hell happened? I’ve never seen you guys fight with one another before,” Van says.

  “We’re good here,” I say as I get off of my brother and go back downstairs.

  Griffin

  I begin to roll over, forgetting that I shouldn’t have a boner at the moment. So I sit up and place one foot on the bed rail, hiding the offending extremity with my knee.

  “You cool, bro?” Van asks me s Taylor walks out of the room after Graham.

  “Yeah I’m good. Just a little sibling rivalry.” I fake a smile.

  “You’ve been acting a little weird since the other night. You stormed out of there pretty quickly. What was up with that?”

  “Nothing, man. I just had to get that girl’s skank off of me as quickly as possible, you know? Went straight up to shower.” He’d believe that I went to shower way more than if I told him I went to blow off steam in the gym.

  Fuck! Fuck Graham. God damn it. I needed Van to get out of my face, like yesterday. I need to be alone.

  “I’m gonna go grab a shower. Talk to you later,” I dismiss him.

  When he leaves, I take a deep breath and lay back on my bed covering my face. What am I going to do? I have no idea, but first I need to get rid of this fucking erection. I grab my shit and head into the bathroom. I start the shower and keep the water at a cold temperature. I step under the spray of water and my body tenses at the chill, but I don’t care. I need to cool myself off so this boner will go away.

  Trying to think of gross things doesn’t prove to be helpful. I place one hand on the wall of the shower, holding myself up.