A Family Affair Anthology : An Extreme Taboo Anthology

by Ally Vance

  Uncle Jack. Coming here. Chelsea curling her soft body around me in Bash's bed, running her hands through my hair, trying to calm me down. How warm, how safe I felt with her hands on me.

  My eyes go wide, and I shoot out of bed.

  Fuck.

  “What’s wrong? Brianna, what happened?” Chelsea asks.

  “Where is my phone? Oh my God, what time is it? My mom is going to kill me!”

  Not thinking, I run into the family room, dressed only in the t-shirt and underwear that Chelsea gave me, to search for my phone. And I run right into Sebastian.

  “Shit!” I pull my shirt down a little covering my ass as much as I can.

  “Bri, it’s fine. I texted your mom from your phone last night.”

  “You did? I want to see it. I want my phone!” I say.

  I feel frantic, almost like they're trying to keep me here, but I know that is crazy. I can feel a panic attack coming on. Bash hands me my purse from the sofa. I walk across the room and sit on the ground with it. Bash sits on the couch carefully, as if he's in the same room with a lion and doesn't want to startle it. Looking at my phone, I click on the text message app and pull up the conversation with my mom.

  I see the message that I sent her last night just after… when I decided to come here after work. I never saw her response, though, until now.

  I am going over to Bash's apartment. He and Chelsea are hanging out.

  Ten minutes later.

  Mom: I don’t know if that’s a good idea.

  Five minutes later.

  Mom: Brianna?

  Three minutes later.

  Mom: Brianna call me, please.

  Then, three missed calls.

  Mom: I’m coming to get you!

  No! I'm sorry. I put my phone on silent by accident. I am exhausted and am just going to spend the night.

  Mom: I don’t know how I feel about that, Brianna.

  Mom, I promise I’ll be safe. Bash and Chelsea would never let anything bad happen to me.

  Ten minutes later.

  Mom: Call me as soon as you wake up.

  Goodnight, mom.

  Mom: Goodnight, Brianna

  I let go of the breath that I was holding, and my shoulders relax. I look at my phone one more time. I re-read one of the messages that Bash sent.

  Bash and Chelsea will never let anything happen to me.

  My mom was talking about me trying to kill myself again. But what Bash said in response was something entirely different. I look up, and I see him sitting on the sofa. Chelsea is next to him, perched on the sofa's arm and they are holding one another's hand in between them.

  I try to keep the tears down, prevent them from pouring over, but I can't.

  “I need you to explain to me how this,” I point my finger back and forth between the two of them, “could possibly work for you guys. How is it any different?”

  I need them to tell me something that will make how I felt with Chelsea’s hands on me last night feel right.

  “It’s different because we chose it. We weren’t forced into it,” Chelsea answers and I can tell that she is offended.

  “I’m not going to lie, the thought of you guys having each other to deal with all of this, having someone who knows exactly what you’re going through, I’m jealous; crazy fucking jealous. But I am so confused. I want what you have, but the way you’re going about it, it’s sick.”

  "Brianna, I love you, but you need to watch what you say to us, and how you say it. You don't have to like it or agree with it, but if you're going to act like this every time you’re around us,” Chelsea starts, “then I’m not sure that I want to be around you anymore.”

  She begins crying as she stands up and leaves the room. Bash speaks up.

  "You don't think that we know that? That we've tried staying away from one another? We denied our feelings for months, and we felt like we were dying every day that we were apart. Chelsea started cutting herself to try and feel anything other than the pain that she was in over what he put her through. If I remember correctly, you know exactly what that pain feels like.”

  Bash gets up and follows Chelsea into the bedroom and, once again, I am all alone.

  Fuck, he’s right.

  I do know the pain that he's talking about. It's the same pain that I felt last year, and it's the same pain I felt last night. That I'm still feeling now. Only this time, I have Bash and Chelsea to help me through it. Right? Do I have them if I'm out here and they're in there? Part of me wants to follow them. Part of me is too scared to cross that line.

  I don't know how long I sit there with my thoughts. My chest hurts, knowing that I caused them pain. My head is at war with my heart. I'm tired in every way possible; physically, mentally, but mostly emotionally. I've healed physically, each time that he's done this to me. I'll heal this time too. Mentally, I'm not in the best shape. I have more lows than highs, but in the past, the longer I’ve gone without being touched by him, the better it gets. Emotionally, I’ve been broken for twelve years. I have no idea how to start healing those wounds.

  I pick up my phone and text my mom to let her know that I am going to go straight to work from here. I don’t have to work until later, but she doesn’t need to know that. That’s when I remember that I am scheduled to close again tonight and fear rushes through me.

  Fuck.

  Maybe I'll call out. There is no way that I'm going to be able to close by myself again tonight. Visions of last night flash through my head, and I curl up into a ball on the floor. The way he smelled, the look in his eyes, how dirty I felt with his hands all over me, with him inside of me.

  I wonder if there will ever be a time when I won’t think about him. When he won’t wreak havoc in my head and consume my thoughts, both day and night.

  As I pray for the thoughts to disappear, I begin to hear noises coming from the bedroom. I feel so out of place. I should leave. They don't want me here anymore anyway, but I can't bring myself to go. When I hear Chelsea moan I feel something deep inside of me that I can't ignore. Leaving my phone and purse on the floor, I stand, unsure that I want to find the cause of her moan, but already knowing what it's from. My feet start moving, and I can't stop them. I find myself at the doorway to the bedroom. I push the door open a little further than it already is and watch them.

  What I see isn't unpleasant at all. It's not rough and savage. It's loving and heartfelt. It's healing, and I crave Bash's gentle touch. I crave the way they're looking at one another. I crave the way Chelsea is running her hands through his hair. It takes me back to last night when she caressed my hair, trying to lull me to sleep. The feeling deep inside of me is blossoming, and I begin to feel it warming my chest, waking something in my heart that I am not sure was ever there in the first place.

  Love.

  Chapter 6

  Chelsea

  Laying in bed, I can feel Bash sink down behind me. My body shakes as sobs ripple through me.

  “Shh, it’s okay. Whether she comes around or not doesn’t matter as long as we have one another.”

  I turn over, and his mouth meets mine. He pulls my bottom lip gently through his teeth as he cups my breast in his palm and squeezes it tenderly. He moves it down my body, diving into the folds of my pussy and finding my clit. I run my hands through his hair and cry out softly, not wanting Brianna to hear.

  Don’t think about her. Don’t let her ruin this.

  “Let me take your sadness from you,” Bash whispers as he inserts two fingers inside of me. “Let me turn it into pleasure.”

  “Bash,” I moan, a little louder this time, running my hands through his hair.

  He withdraws his fingers from me and lifts me, removing his t-shirt from my body. Slowly, he pulls my underwear down my legs, kissing my skin as he goes. When they're off, he kisses my feet and the insides of my legs, making sure not to miss any of the scars on my thighs as he climbs closer to that sweet spot between them.

  His mouth latches onto my clit, and I cry o
ut. Curling one of his arms around my leg, he pulls me toward him and holds on tight. His thumb and forefinger keep my lips apart, giving him full access to me. With the other hand, he plunges his fingers back inside of my wet pussy. Curling and rotating them, he brings me closer to the edge. He stops flicking my clit with his tongue and sucks it between his lips as his fingers move faster inside of me.

  A wave of pleasure crashes over me, and I cry out. I can feel my juices coat his fingers as I hear a breath hitch across the room. Bash hears it too, and both of us turn to see Brianna standing there, watching us. Her face is flushed, and her hand is between her legs stroking her sweet spot over her underwear.

  None of us move for what feels like forever. As if any movement from one of us may spook the other.

  Bash removes his fingers from me and kneels on the bed at my feet. I close my legs and sit back, closer to the head of the bed. I look from her to Bash. I’m not sure what to do. Brianna’s gaze shoots back and forth between us with a look of yearning clear in her eyes.

  Bash gets up and walks over to her, backing her up into the wall next to the door. Slowly, he lifts his hand to her lips. The same hand that was just deep inside of me. Her eyes become heavy with lust and she closes them lightly, but only for a second. When she opens them, even I can tell that her pupils are dilated with desire from over here.

  “Open up,” Bash instructs her. “Let us in. Let us love you.”

  I don’t miss the double meaning there. He wants her to open up her heart to us. With a final look from Bash’s stare to mine, she closes her eyes and opens her mouth, sticking her tongue out and lets Bash run his fingers over it.

  Brianna

  As scared as I feel, once I saw them together, I wanted them right away. I needed them. The taste of Chelsea's cum on Bash's fingers nearly brings me to my knees. I lick them clean, and he places his hand on my neck, gently pulling me in for a kiss. I wait for my senses to kick in, for my hands to push him away, for my feet to carry me out of the room, but none of that happens. Instead, my hand cups his cheek, the stubble on his chin tickling my palm.

  Suddenly I feel my t-shirt lifting. I break the kiss with Bash and turn my head to see Chelsea there, her hand cupping my breast. She leans in, and our lips meet as I feel Bash's hand creeping toward the apex of my thighs. I stiffen up a little bit because, no matter how badly I want this right now, the effect from twelve years of an unwanted touch doesn't go away just like that.

  The kiss with Chelsea is just as passionate as when Bash kissed me. As our tongues mingle with one another, she lightly pinches my nipple between her fingers. It sends a zing of electricity straight to my core, as Bash sneaks his hand inside of my underwear and slides his finger over my clit, my breathing increases; it's almost too much. I moan, but for some reason, my body tries to hold it in.

  “Let yourself go, Bri,” Chelsea whispers in one ear.

  “Let yourself feel, Brianna,” Bash whispers in the other. “Relax and let us take care of you.”

  Bash drops to his knees in front of me and pulls my panties down with one hand, while the other hand dips two fingers inside of me. I am sore from last night, and I suck my breath in a little bit.

  “Are you okay?” he asks me, concern written all over his face.

  “I’m okay. Just a little sore.”

  "Okay, I can stop if you want me to," he begins removing his fingers from me, but I grab his hand and hold him in place.

  “No. Please. I don’t want you to stop.”

  He smiles and removes his fingers, only to add more saliva, so they slide a little easier. Once he's got his fingers back inside of me, he lifts one foot off of the ground and then the other, helping me out of them. Then, he places one of my legs over his shoulder, opening me up to him. He runs his tongue through my slit from bottom to top and flicks my clit a few times. He licks me again, then flicks my clit, over and over. All of my nerve endings start buzzing, and it feels incredible. My hesitation about opening up to them is chiseled away with each touch. Chelsea pinches my nipple and runs her tongue over it. Between the two of them, I can barely hold myself up on my other leg. I place one hand on her shoulder and my other hand grips Bash's hair as they bring me closer to the first non-forced orgasm that I've ever had.

  Bash’s fingers speed up a little as he sucks my clit into his mouth and I explode. Stars burst before my eyes, clouding my vision as the most incredible pleasure that I’ve ever felt floods through me. Even if I wanted to hold the feeling inside of me, I wouldn’t have been able to. Screams of bliss rip through me as pleasure holds me captive where I stand.

  I am breathing heavily, and I feel like I could pass out. Bash stands up and removes his boxers. As hard as I try not to look down, I do. His body is amazing. I've only seen one dick before and compared to that, and I would go so far as to say that Bash's is beautiful. He takes one of my hands, while Chelsea has the other one, and together they lead me to the bed.

  "Lay down and relax. Let us take care of you," Chelsea says. I lay back on the bed, and they lay down on either side of me. Bash's fingers find my pussy once again, and he doesn't waste any time plunging them in deep. I whimper at the onslaught, and it brings the intense rush of pleasure that I just felt back to the forefront.

  “You’re so beautiful, Brianna. Has anyone ever told you that?” Bash asks me.

  I shake my head, no. No one other than him.

  Chelsea reaches across me and takes Bash's dick in her hand. They lean over me and begin to make out as she pumps her fist up and down. I watch them with rapt attention, and my hands start to wander. My left hand finds Bash's balls, and I cup them in my palm. All the while, my right hand creeps in between Chelsea's legs. She lifts one of her legs, allowing me better access to her. I begin to massage them in rhythm with one another. I dip my face down slightly and capture Chelsea's nipple in my mouth and start to suck on it the same way she did to mine. The thought of being with another girl has never crossed my mind. I've never been against it; it's just not something I ever pictured for myself. But here, in this moment I am in love. Giving her pleasure, it's one of the most amazing feelings in the world.

  It doesn't take long before we're one writhing mass, moving against one each other, in charge of another's pleasure. It's heady and breathtaking, and the emotions flooding through me bring tears to my eyes. At one point, Bash breaks his kiss with Chelsea, and they both lean down and catch my mouth. The three of us, all kissing one another at the same time.

  After a few minutes of getting each other worked up, Bash breaks the kiss and removes Chelsea’s hand from his dick. She brings it to my hair and runs her hands through it. As she and I kiss, I can feel Bash move in between my legs. He directs Chelsea to lay directly over top of me. Dipping his head down, he begins to lick her from behind. Not long after that, Chelsea removes the pillow under my head and crawls up my body. When her knees are just under my arms, she looks down at me.

  “Are you okay?” she asks me.

  “Yes,” I pant. I couldn’t say more if I tried.

  “Good,” she answers with a playful grin on her face.

  She moves her legs so they are now above my shoulders and she is straddling my face. My eyes go wide with desire, and I stick my tongue out as she lowers herself over my mouth. The pleasant taste of her is surprising. I didn't know what to expect, but as I begin to lick her pussy, I crave her pleasure. I can feel Bash enter me, spreading me wide. It hurts a little, not just because of last night, but because of his size. Even though he can't see my face, he pauses and gives my pussy a few moments to relax. When he begins moving back and forth, the majority of the pain is gone, replaced with pleasure that I never knew that I could have.

  "My girls," I hear him say as he begins moving in and out of me. He pulls Chelsea back gently by her hair and starts kissing her again.

  It’s not long before I vibrate moans of pleasure into Chelsea’s pussy as I feel myself clench around Bash’s dick.

  It’s not long before Bash g
runts his release inside of me.

  It's not long before Chelsea's whimpers get lost in their kiss and she drips her arousal onto my tongue.

  Two became three that day. The secrets that kept us apart, that we tried to bury deep inside, were stripped away by the lies that now bind us together.

  About Murphy Wallace

  Murphy Wallace is an International Bestselling Author with works in several different genres, but most of her work as been in Dark Romantic Suspense.

  She currently resides in a small Eastern Florida town with her husband, who doubles as her best friend and their two boys.

  When she’s not getting in touch with her inner child at Disney World, or enjoying everything that Florida has to offer with her family, she enjoys writing and watching true crime documentaries.

  She has a cat named Maisy who is her constant writing partner.

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  Hearing the woman crying in pain is what brought me to the alley in the first place. I just wanted to cut my losses when I left the building. I didn’t know who the guy beating her—and about to rape her—was. All I knew was this big man was a pussy for picking on women. Her torn dress was shredded in his meaty hands, her face was a bloody mess. She was begging him to stop while he laughed at her.