When Mark comes home from college, Allison is thrilled to see him. After all, he's handsome, funny and caring--all the things she'd want in a boyfriend. Too bad he's her stepbrother.
As the days go by, Allison finds herself on the losing end of a fight to control the passion building up inside of her. When a crazy kiss one night leads to more than she'd ever expected, she has to make a choice: will she listen to her head? Or her body?
This novella contains graphic depictions of sexual acts and is intended for adults only.
She let her tongue slip out gently, tracing his lips and teasing them apart before sliding into his mouth. She brushed her tongue against his softly at first, flickering lightly, then more strongly as she felt him begin to respond. Mark lifted his hands to her hips and she felt him suck on her tongue, then stop sharply.
"Allie, what are we doing?" His voice was husky and thick with lust.
"Don't stop," she said. "Just kiss me." She gave her mouth to him again. Mark kissed her softly, barely letting his lips linger on hers.
Allison slipped her hand behind his head and ran her fingers through his hair, pulling him toward her. "I want you to kiss me like you mean it," she whispered. "Kiss me like you want me." She let her tongue slide into his mouth again and she sucked hard while she pulled his body close to hers.
She felt one of his hands start to slide up her body. His skin was warm against her as he let his hand drift up her side toward her breast, teasing her with a deliciously slow advance, but then he stopped just beneath, as if he were scared to go any further.
She broke their kiss and put her mouth close to his ear. "It's okay," she whispered. "I want you to touch me."
Mark trembled, and her heart melted a little. He's so nervous. She hugged him tightly, pressing her chest against him. How many times have I hugged him before? Hundreds? Thousands? Still, this feels like the first time. She backed off slightly and took his hand. She brought it up to her breast and pressed it against her flesh, holding him tightly and squeezing his hand beneath hers. "You see? You feel that hard nipple? You did that to me. You turned me on like that."
His breath was ragged in her ear. "Allie, this is wrong," he said. There was an uncharacteristic quaver in his voice. "You're my sister."
She pressed his hand again and then finally felt him squeeze her tit. His thumb gently circled her nipple, sending a shiver all through her. "Does it feel wrong, though?" She kissed him beneath the ear and then again on the side of his neck, gently sucking. "Doesn't it feel right?"
His grip on her tightened and she felt him pull her toward him. There was no hiding his erection and he didn't even try; instead, he pressed against her. His tongue shot out and brushed against her ear, giving her a thrill that ran straight down between her legs. "Yeah, it feels right," he murmured, then kissed her deeply. Like he meant it.
As Mark pulled her tightly to him, cupping her ass and running his hands over her bare back, she could feel her pulse race. She had never felt a passion like that which was filling her now; having her brother in her arms and his mouth on hers had awakened a hunger unlike any she had known before. She broke their kiss and when she spoke, she realized that her voice had gone ragged.
"Come upstairs," she said. "Let's go to my room."
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Published May 4, 2012
Erotica, Literature & Fiction.