Shhh! Don't Tell (10 BOOK BUNDLE TABOO EROTICA) (4 page)

It was so warm and hard. Without thinking I grabbed the thing in my hand, wrapping my slender fingers around his entire girth, feeling the massiveness in my fist, my breath rushing over my moist lips.

I swallowed the lump in my throat and exhaled sharply through my nose, biting my lip. This was the farthest I’d ever been with a boy. Gently, I tugged on his shaft, the way I saw him do it earlier, squeezing the hunk of flesh in my hand.

Suddenly, he sucked in a breath of air and moved his head slightly.

I froze, my hand still wrapped firmly around his cock, waiting for the inevitable, for him to wake up and freak out. Or worse, wake up and not freak out then try to put his thing in me. I wasn’t sure if I could stop him.

But he did neither. His breathing stayed at the same deep and easy tempo.

I gave him one more tug, then let go, intending to go back to my room and take care of myself then fall asleep and forget all this ever happened.

Before I could leave though, his hand came up and grasped my wrist, startling me. I froze, darting my eyes to his face. It was still the same, eyes closed, steady breathing. But obviously he wasn’t asleep. Sleeping people didn’t grab your wrist.

Did that mean he was awake the whole time? My thoughts raced for an excuse to give him. Trying to come up with some reason I’d lifted his shorts up.

Then he pulled my hand back to his cock. I wrapped my fingers around him, looking at his face for any sign of emotion, but his eyes were still closed and his face neutral and relaxed.

Okay, obviously he was awake. I wasn’t dumb enough to think he grabbed my wrist and brought my hand to his dick all in his sleep. But with him pretending to be asleep it did make it a little easier to do what I did.

My hand stroked up and down his throbbing shaft, just the way I saw him do it that afternoon. It was making me so wet, I wanted to touch myself at the same time but I didn’t want to disrupt the delicate balance we seemed to have established so I kept working him up and down. I wasn’t really sure what I was doing and I was too afraid to ask if it felt good so I just did my best to mimic the way he did it.

He must have liked it because his breathing quickened and the muscles around his mouth started to twitch and dance while I touched him.

I brought my free hand up to my breast and squeezed it. A small moan escaped my mouth and I decided not to do it again, still worried about upsetting him or god-forbid making noise loud enough for our parents to hear and catch us.

Then he groaned quietly, a pained expression came over his face and his hips bucked up ever so slightly before the tip of his cock exploded in a fountain of hot semen over his bare chest. The musky smell made it’s way to my nose as I continued stroking him, trying to get every drop out.

Finally, it stopped coming out of him and his breathing slowed. He still showed no signs of being awake. I didn’t know that much about men but it didn’t take a genius to know he couldn’t sleep through that. Well, I was just fine keeping up that charade for now. What I just did was incredibly wrong and I had no desire to discuss it.

I let go of his manhood and adjusted his shorts back down over his softening dick. Some of his sperm was still on my hand and as I got up and turned off the TV, I was careful not to wipe it off on anything; I wanted to inspect it more closely when I was back in my room.

After taking one last look at his amazing body, I crept out of the room, careful not to make any noise as I left.
 

When I was safely in my bed, my heart beating out of control and the entire area around my pussy burning with desire, I took the time to examine the sticky, warm substance on my finger, bringing it to my nose, inhaling the smoky scent of his essence. I plunged the finger into my mouth, closing my lips around it, letting his seed coat my tongue before swallowing it down.

I didn’t bother taking my shorts and panties off. My pussy ached too much for that and I shoved my hand down the front, then using the same finger I just licked, I fingered myself like a madwoman. Rubbing my clit
 
rapid-fire style, moaning and thrashing my hips around, plunging two, then three fingers between my folds until I climaxed in an orgasm, coming so hard, moaning and whispering his name, letting his essence pour through me, imagining him taking me in the most forbidden way possible.

Afterwards, I laid in bed for sometime trying to figure out what the hell happened and what it meant until I finally drifted of to a fitful and interrupted sleep.

***

The next day he was gone when I woke and I didn’t dare text him. He didn’t show up all day and I really started to worry he was mad at me when he called before dinner and told mom he was eating with his friend.

I couldn’t eat a thing at dinner. I pushed peas around my plate, trying to listen to my parents conversation enough to be able to reply if they asked me something but I was in no mood for conversation.

After they went to sleep I went up to my room, leaving the door open in case he came home. Well, it didn’t take long before I heard his familiar footsteps coming up the stairs and prepared myself for what would happen next. Maybe I should pretend to be asleep, I thought. Just so I could avoid talking to him. But I didn’t run from my problems and I wasn’t going to start now so I put on my brightest smile and went to my open door, waiting for him to come up.

He was smiling, the same old Tom as always. “Hey,” he said, completely natural.

“Hey.” I didn’t know what to do. Were we just going to ignore what happened?

“You want to watch a movie?”

I guess we were. “Sure.”

“Cool.”

I followed him in there, my eyes roving down to his cute butt that filled out his jeans so nicely and the familiar warmth between my legs was already back. I knew I should turn around and go to sleep but my feet kept going.

When we got in his room, he closed the door behind me and smiled, still calm and easy, then went over to his bed and pulled his shirt off and started going through his DVD collection. “What are you in the mood for?”

If he only knew what I was in the mood for. But how could he not know? “Action? Or, Comedy? I don’t know. Romantic comedy?”

He looked over at me, his face serious like he was deep in thought, then his face cracked into a grin.

“What?” I didn’t know what was so damned funny.

“Nothing. You’re just cute.” Then he went back to looking through the movies.

I was cute? Cute like sexy, or cute like a little dog? Why did he have to be so ambiguous all the time? I crossed my arms and my nostrils flared. I still couldn’t help but look at his muscled back though.

He brought a movie out. “How about ’40 year old Virgin’”? Putting it in the DVD player without waiting for an answer.

Was he trying to tell me something? This was all so new to me. I’d never had a serious boyfriend in my life. Gah! What was I even thinking? He was my brother not a potential boyfriend. I just need to keep reminding myself that.

Then he gave me a look before quickly unbuttoning his pants, pulling them down so that he was standing there in the middle of the room in his boxers.

My heart started pounding again. “What are you doing?”

He shrugged. “If we’re going to watch a movie we might as well get comfortable. Don’t you find pants so constricting?”

I didn’t know what to say. “Pants?”

“Yeah, your pants.” He nodded to my legs. “Isn’t it hard to relax when you have them on?”

“Umm, I don’t know.”

“Well, try it. Come on. We’re family here. No reason to be shy.” He went and sat on the bed, his back against the wall like usual, looking at the TV not paying any attention to me.

I could see the bulge in his boxers again and the taste of his cum was back in my mouth. It was true what he said though–pants were constricting. I pulled my t-shirt down making sure it was long enough to cover me, then undid my pants, stepped out of them and joined him on the bed.

“Isn’t that nice?” He smiled at me.

How could he be so cool right now? Totally calm like us sitting on his bed without pants was completely normal. My face felt flush all of a sudden. “Is it hot in here?”

“Nah, I’m fine. You’re hot? Take your t-shirt off then.”

“Oh, you wish.” I hit him on the shoulder, giggling.

He shrugged and smiled.

We started to get into the movie, sitting close to each other, our shoulders and legs touched, the same as always. Then his hand came up to my thigh, just resting it there.

I looked at him out of the corner of my eye, then went back to the movie. My panties would definitely be soaked soon.

Then, ever so slightly, he started moving his fingers across the smooth skin.

I was glad I shaved my legs that day.

His hand started working towards my inner thigh, just creeping along, going slow like he was testing me.

My pussy was so warm at that point and it really was hot in there. I sighed loudly and his hand stopped moving, just rested there.

I couldn’t take it.

I put my hand over his and squeezed it, moaning lightly.

Apparently that was his green light because he stopped moving slowly and his hand darted to my soaked panties.

I gasped and pulled away from him. “Tom, wait.” I was almost out of breath. It was hard to get the words out. “We need to talk about this. About what happened last night.”

His face turned red, his calmness fading against the crimson hue. “What are you talking about?”

Good Lord. Was he really going to pretend it didn’t happen? “Fine.” I got up off the bed and gathered my pants, heading for the door.

“Wait, don’t go.”

I turned to look at him, raising an eyebrow, still ready to leave.

“I’m sorry. Please, don’t go.”

He did look sorry. I’d never seen such a worried look on his face before and I went back and stood in front of him, still holding my pants over the front of my panties. “Tom, we need to talk about this. I’m confused. I don’t know what’s going on. Is what we’re doing even legal?”

His forehead wrinkled and he squinted his eyes, looking off to the side. “I’m not sure.” Looking back at me.

At least he was being honest, it seemed. I wasn’t sure either.

“Technically we are related now that our parents are married. But we’re both adults and we aren’t related by blood. I don’t know about you but I have no intention of having sex with anyone before marriage.”

I felt the tension roll out of my shoulders and I let out the breath I’d been holding onto. “I’m so glad you said that. I have no intention of doing that either.” I went and sat next to him on the bed. “The truth is I’ve never done much of anything with a boy.”

“Really? You know I don’t have much experience either.”

“Well,” I said. “Maybe it would be a good thing if we, you know, practiced on each other. Not sex, but other stuff. Just so when you eventually find a wife and I find a husband we’ll have some idea of how to make them happy. Is that bad?”

He looked into my eyes. “No, I don’t think that’s bad at all. I think it’s a wonderful idea.”

“Okay.” I smiled at him, biting my lip, and waited for him to make a move. If he didn’t do it soon I would probably maul him.

“Okay?” he said.

I nodded then he leaned forward and put his lips on mine.

***

My lips parted, letting his furtive tongue inside my
 
mouth, opening myself for him to do with me what he wanted. His tongue flitted across my teeth and I moaned into him, overcome by this new intimate connection between us, something I’d wanted for so long but kept pushing down.

His hand came to my breast, caressing it, his large hand covering it completely.

I gasped and pulled away from him, searching his face, still looking for confirmation that what we were doing was okay.

He went to my cheek, brushing the back of his hand lightly against my face. “Are you sure you want this?”

His touch, oh god, his touch. I lunged forward, pushing my tongue into his mouth, throwing myself into his body, moving my hand down between his legs. He was already rock hard and even though it was my second time feeling his excitement for me I was still amazed– amazed at the size and amazed that it was for me. My pussy ached to be touched.

And he touched it.

While I groped and rubbed the outside of his boxers, his hand came down between my legs, cupping my sex. I moaned loud then snatched my hand up to cover my mouth, remembering that what we were doing had to be kept a secret no matter what.

He grinned at me then wrapped his arms around my body, picking me up easily and setting me down on the bed. My legs were wide open for him and he trained his eyes on the wet spot in my panties, then slowly moved his hands down the inside of my legs until they met in the middle at the edges of my panties on either side of my warm folds. Leaning his face down, he put his mouth over the wet spot, then ran his tongue over it.

I had to cover my mouth again to keep from screaming. The warmth from his mouth penetrated through the thin cotton material to my slit. I grabbed the back of his hair and held on.

He snatched the crotch of my panties to the side, and plunged his tongue in me.

My legs squeezed tight against his head and my hips twitched off the bed from the ecstasy going on at my entrance.

His tongue flicked across my folds and up to my clitoris, circling the sensitive area that no man before him had yet touched.

A muffled cry forced its way through my hand as I
 
tried desperately to keep my mouth closed while he pleasured me in ways I never knew possible. Soon, an orgasm erupted from deep inside my pussy, inside my womb, inside the place I was saving for my one and only husband. But right then there was only Tom and his magic tongue making me cum harder than I’d ever cum in my life. My back arched off the bed and I moaned and squealed until finally it was over and he brought his head up smiling at me.

I wanted to give him everything he’d given me. I needed to. I wanted him inside me so bad. I ached for him. I needed to feel his cock inside me.

Looking him in the eye, I peeled my shirt off over my head then unhooked my bra. While his eyes were fixed to my young breasts, I slipped my soaked panties down and then spread my legs wide, laying there in front of him, completely naked. Naked and ready and willing. “Tom,” I whispered. “I need you.”