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My brother was always there for me...

My brother was always there for me, always ready to right wrongs and soothe my pains. We were military brats, so our parents carted us from one new school to the other, forever uprooting us, forever forcing us to leave our friends and rely on each other. I would have been lost without Jayden. Dad wasn’t a gentle man, mom wasn’t a proud woman. I never felt safe unless I was in my brother’s arms.

When we took it to the next step, when we finally turned our affections into physical expressions, nothing made me feel so complete.

Sometimes it was torturous to be apart from him. More than sometimes. Most times I was without my twin I felt like a flower deprived of the sun. I demanded that he see me as often as he could; I didn’t care where he was or what he was doing. “You belong to me,” I reminded him over the phone. As if he needed reminding.

It was almost midnight when I felt his nails glide up my neck. The TV was still on but it was just white noise in my ears. The colors played over the faces of my roommates, their eyes shut and their heads tilted back on the cushions. The combination of college stress and too much pizza had taken its toll. I slumped against Jayden’s chest. “They like you,” I murmured.

“I like them,” he said. His fingers sifted through my hair and massaged my roots.

I purred into his sweater. “Don’t like them too much,” I muttered. “You don’t want to make me jealous.”

“No,” he agreed. “I wouldn’t want that.” He pulled my hair just firmly enough to tilt my head back.

I sighed into his kiss. My whole body tensed for action. “Here?” I breathed. “Right here?”

“No,” he said. “Come on. Let’s get you to bed.”

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I refused. I slid my hand lower until I cupped his crotch. “I want you to do me right here,” I said. “I want them to wake up and know you belong to me.”

He pulled me close and wrapped his big arm around me. His hand slid between my legs and applied a firm pressure. I had to bite my lip to keep from crying out. “You always want everything right away,” he murmured in my ear. “You need to be more patient.”

“But I’m a brat,” I said. I kissed his throat, and squeezed my thighs over his fingers. “I’m an empty brat, and I need you to fill me with all your big, fat, patience.” I blew two hot jets of air from my nostrils when his finger rolled across my clit.

“In my lap,” he commanded. He slid me tight up against him and I quickly slid my thighs over his. If Denise or Serena woke up they’d think I was just sitting on him. Nothing wrong with that, right? An affectionate sister giving her brother a nice, big hug. But if they watched the subtle undulation of my hips they’d realize that Jayden’s hand was in my pants, his fingers torturing my pussy…

Excerpt from Sibling Affairs: Omnibus. All three volumes of this series are now available on Smashwords at 25% off!

"You can do it, daddy..."

“You can do it, daddy,” I encouraged him. “Wait for me. Wait for me and mommy. You’re fucking both of us.”

“Jesus Christ,” he gasped. His face was a portrait of lust, of frustration, of suffering and the sublime. My tight pussy was the portal to heaven and he so badly wanted to slide all the way through.

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But I wasn’t quite there yet. “I’ll ride your cock every night,” I promised him. “I’ll rub you down and suck your cock and let you stick it in me after every date, daddy. Just wait for me,” I pleaded. “I want to cum with you. Please, daddy. Dream. Dream harder!” I was begging him not to cum even while I wiggled my ass up and down his mighty shaft. What a lucky girl I was, I thought, in the depths of my depravity, to have a father so gentle and so kind and so well hung and so willing to fuck me in his dreams. “Spank me,” I gasped. His thick hand swatted my red ass and I screamed, “Do it again!”

He spanked me. My father spanked his little girl while he stretched her dirty cunt. “Do it again!” I screamed. “Spank me while you cum in me, daddy!”

My father came in me so hard I thought there was no way I couldn’t be pregnant. I was on birth control and had been for years, but that was the crazy thought that broke my brain, as I shuddered in a climax to end all climaxes. I’d never felt so much cum. It jettisoned up my canal as my father spanked me, and fucked me, and pumped me with his enormous cock. I rode pulsation after pulsation of warm relief until our mingled juices were trickling down his balls.

“Do it for mommy,” I moaned. “Fill your little girl, daddy. Make her into your new mommy.” Wiggling on his cock as he ejaculated was almost better than what came before. When he’d softened a little he was still so big that I could undulate on his shaft, rolling him inside me to press against all the wondrous spots that no other man could touch. I came again on his cock as the final twitches of his semen splashed my cervix.

“Now sleep, daddy,” I murmured. “Go to sleep while I clean up.”

Excerpt from Daddy Issues: Omnibus. All three volumes of this series are now available on Smashwords at 25% off!

My sister looked up at me. "What do you need...?"

My sister looked up at me. "What do you need me to do?"

"Mick, I can't...ask you to do anything," I said. "But I have to tell you, as this thing takes hold I won't be able to... It heightens aggression. I won't be me. Or, I will be me, but I'll...I don't want to hurt you."

"You'd hurt me?" she said.

The contradictory urges inside me swirled with such ferocity that thinking was becoming harder and harder. "No, not because I wanted to, just, because...I need...Mick, I need..."

"I get it," she said. "Can you step closer?"

I fought against my swelling muscles and the fireworks shooting between my joints to plant one foot in front of the other. I couldn't get much closer in the cramped restroom stall, but I could lean my hips forward.

Michelle scooted to the edge of the toilet seat.

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Without a word, she drew her palms down my front, down to the base of my shaft. She used her fingers to spread my growing pubic hair away from it, dragging her fingertips from the base out to the skin of my crotch. Then she leaned her face forward. With one final look up into my eyes, she opened her mouth and let the head of my cock part her pink lips. She pulled me forward with gentle pressure in the small of my back, and took me an inch at a time. It was difficult to get her mouth wrapped around the size of it, but she kept going. I stared, dumbstruck, until I felt her warm tongue slither along the underside of my swollen shaft. Slowly, she guided my head to the back of her throat.

I groaned deeply. "Oh my God, Micky." I brushed the back of her throat, then retreated. She kept her hands on my hips to keep me at bay, but allowed me to push forward, slowly, between her blushing cheeks.

I reached out to grasp the back of her head. She allowed this, too. I groaned anew when she reached into my thick nest of pubic hair and cradled my balls. The first time I heard her suck the saliva off my shaft, I pulled my cock free of her mouth--just to watch her breathe. Precum dangled between my penis and her lips. "I can't...I can't believe I'm doing this," she said, her voice thick, her lips sticky. But she reached for my cock again anyway, and guided it back onto her tongue.

"Thank you," I breathed.

When she pulled me out again, she ran her fist down my slick shaft. "Is that good?"

"Yes," I groaned. I pulled her head down, back onto my cock, and she got the message. She bobbed down on it quicker this time, running the head back and forth between her lips. I had reached a precipitous stage. The closer I came to sexual fulfillment, the harder it was to restrain my baser urges. If I lost control...

Aggression flared inside me. "Suck my cock," I demanded.

She "mmm-mmm!" obediently, and grabbed the backs of my legs. I began to push myself in and out of her mouth more forcefully, and she took it.

She took it for the first few seconds, but then she had to pull herself back. "Wait!" she gasped. Spit dripped freely from her lips. "Wait..." Precum shined at the corners of her mouth.

"I'm sorry," I said. "It's...it's happening too fast."

"Aaron," she said. "I..."

I traced my cock along the underside of her lip while she stared at me, her upturned face flushed a deep red and the sweat clear now at her temples. "I'm sorry," I said again.

"No, don't be sorry." She kissed my penis, and cupped it against her cheek. "I'm...just kind of turned on right now. Tell me when you're going to cum, okay?"

Excerpt from Sibling Affairs: 4 Erotic Tales of Brother/Sister Taboo (Vol. 2) - now available on Smashwords at 25% off!