Socially Unacceptable (10 page)

Will stretched his arm across the back of the
couch, and played with the fine hairs that fell out of her braided
twist. “If penetration hurts, babe, you’re probably doing it wrong.
You have to warm yourself up, get excited, and go in slow after
softening the outside.”

“Oh, yeah, I know,” she said, nodding, but
she didn’t really. Because she lied, she had to stick her foot in
her mouth when she realized his instructions weren’t crystal clear.
“What do you mean
soften the outside
? How do I do that?”

He shrugged. “If it were me helping you,” he
said with a smile and when she beamed back at him, he added, “I’d
lick you down there. And since you’ve never let me touch you there
before, I’d make a night of it. I wouldn’t rush anything. I’d start
by using my tongue so I could savor your every moan with all my
senses. I’d taste and touch and smell you. And because my tongue is
softer and slicker, you’d enjoy me stretch you with wet heat and
soft licks. I’d make sure you loved it, Daisy.”

She wished he’d keep going. She loved it when
he seduced her by talking like he’d actually do the things he
sensually said. The way he lightly tickled her neck with his
fingers felt like kisses. Sometimes she wondered if he drew in
toward her as he was to see if she’d ever ask him to keep going.
Silently, she hoped he would. She wanted to close her eyes and
enjoy his fingers, and Will keep brushing her skin with light
caresses forever. His touch stirred desire in her the way no one
else could. The effect he had on her was always a beautiful spell.
He set her in a trance, and she quickly fell under his power. This
time was no different. She moaned out a soft murmur, “Well, I can’t
lick myself…so…”

He grinned, and then teased, “Are you trying
to get me to offer?” Her face warmed, and she knew she flushed a
bright red. He smiled wider. “Seems to me you set up the whole
conversation to get to this point.”

“No,” she laughed. “I was wondering why you
were glued to that big booty video, and I was curious what you were
thinking about while watching it. I assumed sex, which got my mind
wandering and then I asked how often guys think about it.”

“I get it. You’re racked with agonizing
jealousy you can no longer keep to yourself,” he joked. “To end
your cruel suffering, I’ll donate my tongue out of the graciousness
of my heart.”

She grinned, but then she stared at him,
suddenly deep in thought about what his hot flesh would feel like
between her legs. Imagining the licks would be amazing, she
envisioned him looking up at her while flicking her delicate, pink
clit. It excited her to invent a situation where her stepbrother
sensually licked where he shouldn’t. For a long time Daisy knew
she’d rather not be touched at all than have someone other than
Will pleasure her. When he stole moments to caress her, like he did
her neck now, it felt so good that she couldn’t fathom anyone else
making her feel better. Then again, no one else took his time to
get to know her either, and learn secrets about her like light
strokes to her nape made her wet.
He
knew it though, all
thanks to their naughty talks.

“Isn’t it weird being down there?” she asked.
“I’d be so uncomfortable.”

“No, no, no, babe. Don’t feel shy about
anything. Guys worship the female body—every curve and crevice. We
live to be between a woman’s legs. Licking, smelling, tasting,
shaving, or doting on a pussy in any way is bliss. I get turned on
thinking about what else I’ll do to it. It’s not at all weird for
me. I’d love every second.”

He watched her skin form small bumps, and
smiled when she shivered from a rush of cool tingles. The way the
word
pussy
rolled off his tongue heightened her mounting
thrill as he continued to wind her small hairs around his finger.
Not that she ever told him, but when she lay in bed at night with
her finger on her nub, she’d say the dirtiest things in her mind to
climax. Hearing Will say the sexy name of her virgin sex, however,
was far more stirring. She bet he could make her cream within a
minute if he whispered her carnal thoughts as she touched
herself.

Feeling an achy tightness, she crossed her
legs, which he noticed. He knew her so well, and undoubtedly picked
up on her body language. With a devilish grin, he continued, “See
right now, I’m imagining your pussy is a glowing ivory, with
rosy-pink skin encircling your entrance. Your flower is two small,
flat petals that sit above a glistening, cherry-red opening. And
out of your untouched cave, you’re squeezing out juice by hearing
me talk like this, because you want me to lick it. Am I right?”

She faintly nodded, or at least she meant to
agree, but her brother drew her into his fantasy and captured her
mind and body. If Will knew she was secretly wet, he clearly
understood what every touch and word did to her. And satisfied with
her mesmerized response, he continued.

“I wouldn’t start at your wet entrance,
though, Daisy. I’d first part your lips with my tongue, and slide
my tip from the top downward until I felt your nub. Then I’d hold
your clit under my hot, wet tip with light, slow rolls. I’d learn
how fast and hard you wanted it, or slow and gentle. I’d work you
up to a peak, licking your clit the way you want it. But right
before you’re ready to finish, I’d stop, because I’d think it cruel
to not feel you climax on my tongue or without my cock in you. So
I’d find your sweet spot where I’d relieve your aching. You’d let
me lick to your moans of desperation, and we’d start the entire
process again. I’d lick as a labor of love. And when I feel your
sex tightening and throbbing with excitement, and only then—when
you were desperate for something more—I’d show you how amazing oral
sex can really be by tasting inside.”

She breathed in slowly from her parted lips,
and then let the air out with a silent quiver. At the moment, she
was completely into everything he said. She could picture it all,
which only made his words sexier. He spoke so softly and all the
while teased her senses with such gentle caresses on her flesh, he
seduced her.

“See? Anything to do with pussy is definitely
foreplay and as much as a pleasure for me as it would be for
you.”

“You like that area that much?” she asked,
amazed with his passion and convinced he meant what he said.

“Want to find out?” he asked, with a flirty,
fleeting smile that tugged at the corner of his mouth. She quickly
sniggered.

They enjoyed exchanging banter, especially
when it got to the point they could say anything. Every now and
then, they had fun coming on to one another, but why not? They
weren’t real brother and sister. They were both attracted to each
other. Daisy encouraged their flirting, never asked him to stop and
came back with her own suggestive, playful teasing.

His fingers cascaded down to her collar and
he traced the hem with delicious brushes with his nails. She let
him push their boundaries, and tried to quiet her pants while his
mesmerizing touch held her awareness. He slipped his fingers under
her shirt and grazed her bra with the back of them.

“I bet your sweet down there.”

“I like how I taste. I think you would,
too.”

“What do you taste like?” he pushed, because
apparently she left out the most important detail.

“It’s a faint flavor. I don’t know. I can’t
describe it.”

“Try! Is it creamy?” he asked, and gazed at
her lips while she said that sounded right. “I bet you’re
delicious.”

“In general, I’m more nervous about having my
clothes off in front of a guy. I’m tone from swimming, sure, but I
have no chest and it doesn’t make me feel like a sexy woman.
They’ll probably never come in.” For some reason, she felt the need
to take in a deep breath to show Will she could at least fill most
A cup bras.

“If you want, I could undress you and tell
you how sexy you are.” He didn’t smile, didn’t joke to make her
laugh. He was serious.

Will circled around the side of her neck, and
slipped up toward her ear. They watched each other; she focused on
his playful eyes while he tilted her chin to the side. She moved
under his control, and wondered what he’d do next. Unquestionably,
he wanted her to stand and let him peel off her clothes, but she
wasn’t saying it lightly that stripping was a fear. Like any girl,
especially one who never heard lavish compliments about her curves
while unclothed, she had insecurities.

“Has anyone kissed here?” he asked, and made
an X on her throat.

“I don’t mind never been kissed. I wouldn’t
like dating someone who controlled everything I do. I’m eighteen
and I haven’t found my voice yet. If I can’t stand up to my father,
I wouldn’t be able to stand up to some boy I really love.”

“Yeah, I’ve heard you say that before. But
you don’t let me get away with anything.” He wasn’t buying it; he
never believed her when she vowed it was the reason she never
dated.

Really, Daisy didn’t know why. She just
wasn’t interested. She had Will, and after correcting each other if
feelings got hurt, they figured out how to make a relationship
together that was perfectly comfortable for them.

Continuing his silky circles, he leaned in
closer to whisper something that sounded a lot like a secret. “I’d
kiss you if you wanted me to.”

“Like my mouth or my lips.” He was flustering
her, and she had to immediately correct herself: “I mean my mouth
or my neck.”

“I’d kiss all three if you let me,” he
answered, “your mouth, lips, and neck. I mean it, Daisy. I want to
kiss you.”

Not only did she believe him, but she wanted
to kiss him. Thinking about them fastened at the lips made her
heart race wildly. There was nothing to consider. She looked at the
clock, seeing it was only a little after eight, and presumed her
parents would be gone for another three hours.

Will turned her head back toward him with a
finger, and gazed at her mouth again. Daisy took in a deep breath,
and sucked in air between her parted lips as Will inched closer and
closer.

“I think it’s time you finally let me kiss
you,” he said, “I’m starting to think you don’t take me seriously.
But I am sincere, Daisy.” When she didn’t push him away, he paused
to smile. Then after he swayed nearer, she felt his light breaths
on her skin; they seemed controlled and nothing like her labored
pants.

Their eyes were locked on to one another;
Daisy didn’t even want to blink and miss one incredible moment.
Until he offered, she had no idea how badly she wanted to kiss him.
He pressed his chest into hers, and scooped her nape in his hand.
Her stomach fluttered with nerves, and so strongly she felt woozy.
But she couldn’t count all the times she wondered what it would be
like if he took her in his arms.

Suddenly he backed off, and shook his head
like something wasn’t right. It scared her that he so quickly
changed his mind. “You keep leaning further and further back,
Daisy.”

“Am I?” She nervously laughed. She had no
idea she was pulling away. “I didn’t mean to. I swear it. Try
kissing me again.”

“Only if you close your eyes,” he said.

As soon as she shut them, Will quickly
slipped a hand behind her neck again and captured her bottom lip
between his. On the second seal, he lightly bit down and gently
pulled. He opened her mouth with suction, and then drew the tip of
his tongue along hers in a slow lick. The pressure was light and
the caressing instantly exciting. She followed him when he
retreated, and while slipping her tongue out, he licked from her
end, up her red, moist flesh to her teeth and finally her upper
lip. He cupped her chin and cheek, and softly swept his fingers
along her jaw while he turned her toward his kiss. Guiding her, he
sucked her into his mouth and there he kept her. He lavished her
with licks, and kissed her till she was breathless.

Every dab and swirl of his tongue convinced
Daisy she never wanted to stop. Her passion became wild, and so did
Will’s. He persistently seized her lower lip and then nibbled
south, but each time she missed his mouth she pursued with greed.
She’d kept dropping her nose slightly, opening her mouth wider, and
drawing her tongue up his parted lips to take him back. Again and
again, they took turns sucking and licking in wet, endless kisses,
and didn’t stop until she was red raw from him devouring her.

Finally he turned her cheek again, making her
neck vulnerable to him. Then he grazed his nose down her throat,
tickling her so delectably she moaned. She didn’t fight him, but
let him kiss further south.

She didn’t think he could feel any better,
but then he stopped below her ear and blew hot breath down her
tingling skin. With an unexpected burst of lust and pleasure, he
opened wide, licked up her neck, and clamped down. Instantly her
panties wet, and her clit throbbed unbearably. She let out a long
whimper as he tortured her with an erotic kiss, so hot she
shivered. “I love this, Will,” she cried.

Her trembling made him hungrier and he once
again glided his tongue on her neck, clearly feeling his way around
for the most responsive part. Finding a spot close to her clavicle,
he pressed his wet tip into her flesh and slowly lapped. Daisy lost
it; suddenly she wanted to rip off her clothes and let him lick
everywhere.

“Wait,” she said in a panic, and when he
jumped back, she gaped at him. He looked sexier somehow. He wasn’t
the best friend that made her curious what they would be like if
they were more; now he was the man that made her mouth water and
panties wet at the sight of him. She wanted her brother all to
herself.

“You don’t like it?” He searched her face.
Knowing her well enough he could discern her smallest expression,
he smiled, and then said, “You didn’t expect to like it as much as
you did, huh?” Of course he was correct.