Forbidden Fruit

by Rosalie Stanton

  "Things? I thought you said you weren't busy."

  "I have books to get." The books were a reasonable excuse; she started her freshman year of college in the fall, and she had always been the sort of person to prepare well in advance. "A-and, I'm a girl. I might want to do mall things."

  "Mall things?"

  "Things pertaining to the mall."

  Reese sat back, pointing the remote at the television. "Well," he drawled.

  "Wouldn't want to interfere with mall things."

  "What are we watching?"

  Good God, had she really just asked that? Wasn't the situation awkward enough?

  "Mmm." He gave that purr again. "Since you were so interested in what I was watching upstairs, I thought you might like to see for yourself."

  Having a theory was one thing; having that theory proven and put into motion seemed completely different. All at once, the cool detachment she'd donned like armor melted away, throwing her heart again into wild palpitations that would certainly render her the only girl her age to die of cardiac arrest.

  "Reese, let me explain—"

  He held up a hand and shook his head. "No need to explain," he said. "I'd've been curious, too."

  Then the television flickered to life and the screen brightened with the sight of a woman—the same woman she'd seen before—sprawled on a kitchen table, a man going to town on her pussy with his mouth.

  Ashlynn fought to keep her jaw from hitting the floor.

  Here we go.

  A few minutes in, the story in her head changed. Having never given porn a thought beyond gross, Ashlynn had never considered the possibility she might like it.

  A lot.

  She felt hot and squirmy. Keeping still became a measure of control, and she had so little control, though honestly the difficulty of holding still had more to do with Reese's eyes on her than the screen's acts of depravity.

  He wasn't watching the video at all.

  "Makes you hot, doesn't it?" He asked thickly.

  From the corner of her eye, she saw his hand moving. Oh Jesus, he was rubbing himself through his sweats.

  Ashlynn's mouth fell agape but closed just as quickly. Her face burned and her blood sizzled.

  "I . . . ah . . . ."

  "That's why you peeked in, right?"

  She shook her head without thinking.

  "No?" he asked.

  "I don't know what you're talking about."

  Okay, of all the incredibly lame things she could say, that quite possibly ranked as the lamest. Please. They both knew what they were doing sitting on this couch, watching a blonde woman get eaten, then eat some guy's cock while another guy pumped his fingers between her shiny folds.

  They knew. And she had no idea how many of her three hundred seconds had ticked by.

  Thankfully, Reese let the matter drop. Instead of pursuing that particular line of discomfort, he chose another route completely. "You're hot, aren't you?"

  Ashlynn blinked wildly. "What?"

  "This makes you hot. I bet if I . . . ."

  Much too relaxed, his right arm dropped between her legs, fingers pressing against her pussy through her T-shirt with such casualness the room went to spinning around her. As though they did this every day. As though Reese touching her intimately wasn't a new sensation at all.

  " Oh, yeah," he murmured, hand ducking under the hemline of her tee. "You're a hot little minx, aren't you?" His fingers dove beneath the elastic band of her panties and settled through her nest of curls. "Fuck, you're drenched."

  "Oh, hell."

  "That's right." He rubbed a tantalizing line between her pussy lips, the television forgotten, then slipped a digit inside her and hissed. "Christ!"

  Ashlynn jerked, his touch sending a sharp jolt through her body. If possible, the pressure at her temples increased. "Oh my God!"

  "Feel so warm." Reese licked his lips, his fingers becoming more boisterous. In and out, in and out.

  Warm, gooey fluid trailed across her skin, and likely drenched his.

  Being explored felt like something out of a dream. Ashlynn had experimented with fingering herself, but the angle had always felt awkward. She'd considered purchasing a dildo, but couldn't muster the courage to take one to any checkout line.

  Now Reese touched her in ways she'd never been touched, pushing deep but with enough caution to provide a safety net. The rhythm combined with sensation nearly unmade her. Her heart hammered and her head spun.

  Oh hell, she'd passed out, and all this was some terrifically improbable dream, because no way would Reese finger-fuck her. No way.

  Then he touched her clit. White flashed through her veins and had her insides ready to ignite, and then it ended. Her body gave way to uncontrollable shudders.

  Embarrassment raced alongside completion, shaking her with how quickly she came. How fast her body peaked. The television played on, the same two guys pounding the same blonde, and Ashlynn sat spent--but with nerves that refused to relax--and with Reese's hand still in her panties.

  "What . . . ."

  Without warning, his touch slipped away, leaving her pussy empty and her body bereft. Ashlynn looked at him, words her enemy—which was all right, because before she could say anything, he'd put his fingers inside that hot mouth of his and licked her honey right off.

  "Mmm," he murmured, eyes blazing. "You taste good."

  "What the . . . hell . . . was that?"

  "Something I've wanted a long fucking time." He took one of her hands in his and placing it rather roughly against the crotch of his sweats, rubbing his cotton-clad erection. "What do you say?"

  What did she say? What was there to say?

  Ashlynn had no idea. The room still spun. But as Reese rubbed her hand against his cock, she knew what he wanted.

  And what she so desperately wanted to give.

  "Is this something we're doing?" she asked, slipping off the couch. As if in a dream, she ended up on the ground between his spread legs, her gaze locked on the layer of cotton separating his most intimate part from her hungry hands and mouth.

  If the drastic shift in their relationship fazed him at all, Reese hid it well. Neither protest nor question escaped his lips. Instead, he grinned and arched upward, shimmying his sweats down his toned hips until his erection sprang free.

  Holy hell, not one inch of his body could be called imperfect. From his wavy brown hair to the perfectly sculpted muscles lining his chest and arms to the thick, heavy cock jutting toward her, he seemed too freaking pretty to be real. Admittedly, though, her focus bee-lined to his liberated erection.

  Neither the patchworked glimpses she'd stolen nor the gawking upstairs could hope to do him justice. He wasn't circumcised—not like the guys in the movie. His flesh felt incredible in her hand, warm steel, and so good, she realized she hadn't hesitated before curling her fingers around his cock. This felt right, validating all those times she'd put off losing herself in the fumbling kisses of one of her disappointing boyfriends.

  "I hope so," Reese said, his voice rough. "Never thought you'd . . . ."

  "What?"

  "Did you really not know?"

  "Know?"

  He looked at her a long moment, then shook his head. "Ash, please."

  "Please?"

  If she waited another beat, she'd chicken out. Ashlynn leaned forward, her tongue taking a nervous lap of his head. His answering moan fueled her bravado, and soon she had him completely sucked into her mouth.

  "Oh, Christ."

  Reese tunneled his fingers through Ashlynn's hair, jerking her forward, wordlessly demanding, pleading, begging her as her mouth tightened around him. She lifted her free hand to his balls and squeezed them delicately once, twice, then every few seconds as her other hand worked up and down his shaft. Her mouth found a natural rhythm, and she was lost. Lost in his taste, lost in his scent, lost in everything as she pulled and sucked on his cock, all the while trying to take his babbling instructions to heart.

  "So fu
cking good," Reese whispered, hips thrusting almost subconsciously. "Oh yeah. Close your lips around the tip. Just . . . oh God, yes."

  Behind her, the blonde on the screen might be servicing two men at once. But in the real world, Ashlynn was a nineteen-year-old virgin who had never given a blowjob before. Sure, she'd kissed boys and done the whole age-appropriate relationship thing, but when Tim had pressed her to show some boob, she'd declined. When Riley tried to put her hand where she didn't want it, she socked him. When Reese, her stepbrother, made her sit through porn and fingered her into oblivion, she got her knees and swallowed his cock.

  "Such a hot little mouth," Reese hissed. "God, love this. Love watching you—

  Suck me. Suck me like that."

  The ache between her legs had never been more prominent. Every pull at his flesh made her hotter, wetter, made her need more than the fleeting moment of insanity they could enjoy together. God, she loved how he tasted. So rich and musky, so completely male.

  He taught her what he liked with gestures and subtle direction. He liked it when she used her lips to drag his delicate foreskin over his tip. He liked it when she pulled him so deep into her throat she nearly gagged. He liked it when she flattened her tongue along the underside of his cock and sucked, and he even liked the feel of her teeth just barely skimming his sensitive flesh.

  "So hot, so hot," Reese babbled, hips thrusting upward. "God, need to be inside you."

  Her eyes, half-shut in concentration, went wide.

  "Wanted this so long. Harder. Suck me harder."

  So she did. She sucked harder. She sucked until the tremors in his legs broke across his body, until he panted and moaned and thrust so deep into her mouth he became a part of her. Her taste buds exploded with a warm, salty sensation she'd never before experienced but identified immediately; she wasted no time swallowing him down.

  His cum was a part of Reese, after all, and she loved him.

  The air around them settled. Reese panted. Ashlynn sat back until his cock slipped out of her mouth, then looked at him askance. The heaviness in his eyes both warmed and calmed. He seemed content in that male way, but the wheels in his head hadn't stopped turning. She'd memorized that particular expression long ago while helping him with his algebra homework. Confusion in search of reason and understanding.

  At once, a myriad of questions assaulted her, breaking the tentative peace. Where did they go from here? Her heart began racing all over again, images blurring, the living room all but dissolving aside from Reese's face and the heavy, slurpy sounds of the on-screen fucking.

  After a few minutes, Reese reached for the remote and shut the television off.

  Then he turned those hot eyes to her, and what she saw absolutely made her bones tremble.

  "On the couch," he commanded, rising to his feet.

  "On the . . . ."

  "Something I've wanted to do for a long fucking time."

  Ashlynn shook. "You said that already. A long time?"

  "I've wanted to do all of this a long time. I plan on cashing in my chips."

  "What?"

  Reese stared at her, then grinned and shook his head. "You really had no idea, did you? All that time? Why I come home every chance I get?"

  "You're never here more than a minute, if that long."

  "To see you," he clarified. "But you never have time for me."

  "That's not true." All her time, her world, revolved around him. Being near him, though, often proved a mixture of elation and pain. Especially knowing . . . .

  Well, crap. She didn't know anything anymore.

  "Seems we're living a comedy of errors," Reese mused. "Could've gone to Cancun with the guys, but I needed to be here. With you." He crossed his arms. "Tried forgetting you. Fuck me; I've been trying to get over you since high school. Ever notice how all my girlfriends looked like you? Yeah, that made me feel like a cheap asshole. I came home for you, Baby. 'Cause one way or another, I'm getting my answer."

  The words made no sense—well, on some cosmic plain of reality, they did, but her level of awareness had spiked out the roof. Ashlynn had entertained plenty of dreams wherein Reese poured his heart out, confessing he'd always been in love with her, but the reality of waking up always loomed over her. Even in dreams, she couldn't escape the truth of her situation: in love with Reese, the one man she couldn't have, and doomed to watch him grow up and fall in love with someone else.

  Only that hardly seemed the case now, and nothing about the moment felt imaginary. She heard her breaths, felt the air against her skin. The living room looked perfectly normal. Survey said this was real, but on the off chance it wasn't, she wouldn't question him. Instead, she climbed back to the couch. She sank into the cushions, her legs fastidiously shut until Reese wormed a hand between her knees.

  "Come on. Too late to hide your blushing eyes."

  "I don't know what's happening."

  He looked at her, laughing shortly. "You don't? You just gave me the best blowjob in my fucking life, and you don't know what's happening?"

  "What are we doing, Reese?"

  "I don't know what you're doing, but I'm eating, and you're the only thing on the menu." He coaxed her legs open, his gaze falling to her pussy. "You're so wet."

  "Is that bad?"

  Reese laughed again. "You did graduate high school, right? Sex-ed was mandatory, if memory serves."

  "I've never done this, though."

  Humor faded from his face, replaced with wonder and an emotion she couldn't identify. "You . . . ah, fuck, Ash."

  "What?"

  He looked at her a moment longer before shaking his head and apparently, abandoning whatever thought had crept inside. "Still, I presume you know what happens when your body becomes aroused."

  "Of course I do."

  "Then why—"

  "Because I've never with people."

  "It's not people. It's me." Reese's head dipped between her thighs, and she heard him inhale deeply. "And you're the prettiest thing I've ever seen."

  He spread her vaginal lips with his middle and index fingers, his tongue taking an eager lap at her aching clit.

  "What?" She gasped.

  He brushed a gentle kiss against her clit. Her bones melted.

  Ashlynn hadn't known pleasure—true pleasure—until this moment. Her stepbrother perched between her legs, hooking her knees over his naked shoulders. The fingers that had made themselves at home in her pussy now pumped experimentally into her body as his mouth sucked on her clit. Every nerve in her body burned, and every pull of his lips fanned the flames. She would explode into a fiery array of little bits of Ashlynn, and she didn't care. She couldn't care about anything as long he continued making love to her with his mouth.

  "Taste so sweet," Reese murmured. "Can't wait to feel you around my cock."

  Ashlynn gasped. "Around your . . . Reese—"

  "Mmm, yeah."

  "Reese!"

  Reese grinned up at her, his mouth shining with her juice. And God, if that didn't get her hotter than anything she'd ever seen before.

  "Only one way this can end," he said, head ducking to suck her clit between his lips again. The fingers pumping into her stretched her slowly, making room for a third.

  "Never let anyone in here. I can't believe you waited. I'll be your first."

  Ashlynn nodded blindly. "Reese—"

  "And if things go my way, your last."

  "This is—we have to—"

  "What? Stop?" He shook his head, flicking her tender pearl with his tongue. "You set the rules."

  "What?"

  "Sneaking up on me, watching me during a very private moment." He grinned.

  "Did you think I was just gonna let you walk away from that?"

  She shook her head hard. "I didn't mean to—to spy—"

  "I'm glad you did."

  "You are?"

  "Of course, Baby." He paused and drew back, just slightly. "You on the Pill?"

  "What?"

  "The birth con
trol pill. I've never gone without protection, but my stash is upstairs, and if you're on the Pill—"

  "I am." She had been for quite some time, just in case something like this happened, even though she'd never imagined it would be with Reese—well, she'd always imagined it with Reese; she'd just never thought her fantasy would be realized.

  "I'm ready."

  "You are?"

  "Oh God, yes."

  "Mmm." Reese slowly withdrew his fingers from her pussy. Then he tugged her forward until she fell off the couch and into his waiting arms. He wore nothing at all—

  how long had he been naked? Had to have been since the blowjob, but oh, the question didn't matter anymore because he lay stretched across the floor and she straddled his hips, her naked pussy hovering just above his very erect cock. And while she knew the next logical step, understanding and reality couldn't mesh until his thick prick wormed between her slick lips and began to ease inside her.

  The moment hit, and doubt washed away. Reese really did lie beneath her, his hands on her body, his cock inside her. Nothing could fake this.

  "Oh hell," Ashlynn murmured.

  Pain seemed secondary—yes, she felt it, but the overwhelming sensation of being impaled, driven, consumed—that was what she would remember in days to come. Hell, in years to come. Not the way her muscles clamped and whined in protest.

  She felt consumed, devoured, and empowered all at once with the wide-eyed awe on Reese's face. As though he'd lived a half-life since coming downstairs, as though he didn't realize fully what he'd done until her pussy clamped around him. The cocky swagger was gone—all that remained was pure bliss.

  "Fuck." His fingers dug into her hips. "Ashlynn . . . ."

  "I don't . . . I don't know what . . . ."

  "Dance with me, Baby," he urged softly. The hands at her hips guided her in small thrusts. "Oh, yeah, just like that."

  Ashlynn didn't know what to say or not say—in a thousand years, she couldn't have suspected the day would lead them here. Riding her stepbrother's cock, the air around them mute, save for their mingled breaths and the fleshy smack of their bodies colliding.