Forbidden
By Jordan Silver
Copyright © 2013 Alison Jordan Silver
All Rights Reserved
Table of Contents
Prologue
I watch her as she putters around the kitchen, her iPod in her ears, her short shorts hugging her tiny ass beautifully as her not so tiny belly was covered in one of my long sleeved V necked tees.
My heart swelled even as I felt an erection pulse behind the zipper of my jeans, my woman, my child, my most precious everything.
There was no guilt in thinking those things, after all there were no secrets here, there were many who would not understand our relationship, thank God we weren't the types to care about what others thought, if we had, we would never have come to enjoy this beautiful existence that we now held so dear, that we were willing to fight to hold onto tooth and nail.
I guess I should go back a little ways and tell you what I'm talking about, maybe you'd understand, maybe not, like I said we don't too much care either way.
Chapter 1
When I was nine my father Robert married a woman from town, her name was Rachel and she was the widow of a local businessman who'd been gunned down or something like that, she had a daughter Isabella who was tiny and cute and shy.
I had no time for girls; I pretty much saw them as a waste of space, and this one more so than others with her quiet, mousy ways.
I tried to avoid her as much as possible, after all I had seen her at school for years and never had anything to do with her, I don't see why that had to change now just because she lived in my house, besides the house was big enough I never had to see her if I didn't want to except at meal times.
She seemed to like being by herself anyway, which was fine by me, it gave me the freedom to do what I liked, which was play around on my piano making music when I wasn't out frog hunting. I'm a boy give me a break okay.
Rachel tried being a mother, but either I had been without one for too long or I was just old enough to know that she wasn't mine, whatever the case I resisted her every effort, in hindsight maybe it was because subconsciously I realized that she was rather negligent of the one child she did have that was hers.
It's not that she was a bad parent, she just was a bit scatter brained, she would forget what she was doing half the time leaving projects half done, or burning dinner, the usual frazzled housewife.
My dad sure loved her though because they spent a lot of time locked away in their room, I understood the noises coming from their room, not just at night, but all hours of the day sometimes, but I wasn't sure little Isabella did, she would get this bugged eyed look on her face and make as though to go pound on their door before her little shoulders would deflate and she would hang her head as if in defeat.
"He's not hurting her you know." I reassured her the third time I had seen this reaction, I'd come up on her in the hallway outside our bedroom doors which were across the hall from each other, our parents were screwing away in their room at the end of the hall, it was midday on a Saturday, school was out for the weekend and if I remembered correctly last thing I knew Rachel had been in the middle of making lunch while dad had ran to his office at the hospital for some paperwork he had forgotten.
I'd been pounding away at my piano and through a pause I heard the familiar sounds which were especially loud today because I could hear them through the walls; then I'd heard the hitching breath and what sounded like tears coming from outside my door.
She was just standing there looking so small and defenseless, her little fists folded, a fire in her eyes until she gave up whatever inner battle she was fighting.
That's when I made my presence known, she turned to me with this look of wonder on her face, maybe it was because I had deigned to speak to her after all this time, or who knows, maybe she was just a little touched in the head like everyone seemed to think.
It was rumored that losing her father to a convict with a gun had done something to her that threw a once vibrant girl into a shell from which she never withdrew even after three years.
My mom had been gone for way longer than that, it had been eight years since mom had died, it had been sudden as well from what dad told me, a brain aneurism, quick, fast and deadly, he'd never even gotten to say goodbye.
Since then dad has poured all his love into me and we were as inseparable as two beings could be, except for the few weeks each summer that I spent on the plains of Wyoming with my maternal grandfather who seemed to own almost half the state.
Not really, he just owned hundreds of thousands of acres of land, with no neighbors and nothing really for a young boy to occupy his time with except for the horses that I loved and the cattle.
Grandpa had even brought in a baby grand for my entertainment and set up my room with every modern convenience I could ever wish for, though more often than not I liked to sit at his feet while he told stories of his own youth on that very land or better yet, tales of my mother and how she couldn't wait to shake the dust off her feet and hit the big city. She'd ended up at Harvard where she met dad, and as grandpa liked to say, that was that.
They'd had me after three years of marriage, a marriage that by all accounts was a good one, I was the apple of their eye, in fact grandpa liked to say he never saw a better-loved tyke in all his days. I missed her when he said things like that.
Now I was standing here trying to reassure this little girl, who was all of one year younger than I that my father wasn't killing her mother in the room down the hall. It sure sounded like it though.
I knew what it was because I'd gotten into my dads' stash of porn by mistake one day a few summers ago, of course I didn't know what the hell I was looking at at first, but my body knew, my little seven year old penis had gotten hard and I had touched myself for the first time. The feelings were unbelievable, since then I had done that every chance I got, until it stopped being so fascinating and was now just something I did just because...
"Are you sure? She sounds like she's cr.....crying." He tiny voice pulled me out of my reverie.
"Come." I don't know what made me do it that day, but I took her hand and led her into my room and over to my piano.
I showed her the basics, chopsticks and Mary had a little lamb, she was enthralled at first until I guided her little fingers over the keys under mine.
From that day on we became fast friends, quasi brother and sister, and the parents used this new relationship between us to give us even more space, meaning they spent more time fucking than usual while Isabella and I kept ourselves occupied.
I didn't blame my dad, after all he had been without female companionship for a long long time, and when he wasn't banging Rachel we still did all our father and son things together. Rachel on the other hand would spend her free time painting or fussing around in the gardens even though we had a gardener.
Isabella was more often than not left to her own devices; I started feeling bad for her and would include her in my outings with dad. She enjoyed most of them except anything to do with sports, for that she would usually sit on the sidelines and cheer me on.
Chapter 2
Fast forward nine years I'm eighteen, a senior in high school and Isabella is now seventeen, we're brother and sister, sort of and best friends, she's even best friends with my girlfriend Madelyn, they're pretty buddy buddy so that I have to warn my girl not to share our most prurient doings with Isabella, after all she is still my innocent little sister.
Maddy likes to fuck and so do I, in fact when I'm not on the football field or at practice I can be found between her thighs pounding away. Those early movies have since been joined by a whole lot more and I sucked in as much knowledge as I could, along with reading some very interesting old books dad had hidden away in his study. Some of t
hose seventeenth century dudes were freaks, but they knew their shit, because when I tried some of it on my girl she would soak the whole bed, or car seat or wherever I had taken her down.
Madelyn and I were one of those couples that everybody expected, most popular guy with most popular girl a cliché; that didn't stop me from liking her though, or enjoying being with her.
Isabella was our tag along, at first it was at my insistence, but Maddy soon learned that if it came down to it I would leave her alone on a Saturday night to be with my step sis, of course she didn't understand it at first, until I explained our bond to her, then she started including Isabella in most things.
We went to the movies together, out to eat, to the local pool hall, pretty much everywhere except when it was boning time, then she was left out in the cold, I'm no exhibitionist though I think Maddy might be a bit of one.
The girls were on the patio downstairs directly beneath my balcony, through the open doors I heard what they were saying or more what Madelyn was saying.
It's not that they were loud, but their voices carried on the wind and boy did I get an earful, a gentleman would've alerted them to his presence, after all they had no idea I'd returned from practice, but where was the fun in that?
"I'm telling you your brother has the longest and fattest cock I have ever seen, uhmm, and the things he knows to do with it, yum."
"Madelyn..."
I could just imagine Isabella's face all red with embarrassment and what the hell was Madelyn doing discussing my dick with my little sister, I thought I had warned her not to do that.
"I'm telling you you should try it."
Say what?
"Are you mad, he's my brother."
"Not really, it's not like you're blood related or anything, besides we need to get your cherry popped before you die an old maid."
"Geez Maddy, I'm only seventeen...."
"How old do you think I was when Drake busted my cherry? Sixteen duh, trust me, you could do worst than Drake Coburn as your first, he was that good, my pussy twitches just thinking about it."
"You're insane, besides Drake would never go for it, he doesn't see me that way."
"Girl please, he has a dick, and you have a pussy, trust me he sees you that way."
"But he's your boyfriend..."
"So, I'm not giving him to you, just loaning him for a bit, besides I have to be there when it happens."
"What? No."
"Aha, so you do want to try it."
"No, no, that's not what I meant, I meant....oh now you're confusing me, what’s gotten into you anyway?"
"Nothing, just something I read that I want to try, and since I don't trust any of these other bitches around here I thought you would be the best candidate."
"What, what is it, what did you read?"
"A ménage a trois."
"A menagerie what."
Maddy laughed and rolled around on the lounger.
"No silly not a menagerie, a ménage a trois, it's when two women and one man fuck together, or two men and one woman."
I could see through the rails as Isabella's eyes widened, I hadn’t realized I was holding my breath, but I felt the pain in my dick as it grew into what had to be the most massive hard on I've ever had in my life.
Fuck, what she was describing sounded hot, I'd seen it before of course on one of my many porn tapes, dreamed of it a time or two, but not once had I ever imagined it could happen for real.
I slipped away unnoticed with new thoughts swirling in my head causing doubt and arousal in equal measure.
How could I want Isabella like that, we had grown close as brother and sister over the years, Maddy was my girlfriend and even though it might be every man's dream to have two women, I was not that type of guy, at least I didn't use to be, but the images painted by her words had stirred something in me.
Chapter 3
For the next week Maddy tried to work her magic on me, she wasn't aware that I had overheard her conversation with Isabella and recognized her ploy for what it was, she was planting seeds with me just as she had done with sis.
I resisted her at first, I mean I still wasn't sure it was something I wanted to do, but the more she talked about how exciting it would be the more I grew to like the idea.
"Wouldn't you be jealous to see me with another girl?"
"No silly, she's like your sister or something, it's not like she's gonna try to steal you away from me, now if it was anyone else yes, I would feel that way, but this is my best friend, I just have to get you two to stop being such prudes about it, besides that girl needs to lose her cherry, she's way too timid about things."
"I'm not sure Maddy...."
"Oh come on it might be a once in a lifetime thing, besides you only have to do it once, if you don’t like it you don't have to do it again."
I hope she couldn't see the excitement burning in my eyes, if she only knew how much I had grown to love the idea of making love to Isabella.
Ever since their conversation I had started seeing her in a different light, she stopped being the shy almost awkward girl who shadowed my every move, and became this waif like nymph.
Her small compact frame, that gorgeous face that was always kept hidden by her hair, I suddenly noticed the Egyptian blue of her eyes, how her pert tits sat high on her chest with no give, how her tight little ass fit snugly in her jeans.
I found myself getting erect when I would watch her bite her lip as she concentrated on a difficult piece on the piano.
From the moment the thought took hold in my head it became a burning desire, something I had to do. The seed hadn't just been planted; it had taken root and grown.
In the past week every time I saw Maddy I thought of Isabella, I used the big game coming up, as an excuse not to fuck her but the truth was I knew I would most definitely be imagining Isabella under me and that was not cool.
I'd even started using her in my jerk off sessions, the first time it happened I'd felt such horrible guilt, until I remembered this had been Maddy's idea, it's what she wanted.
If she expected me to remain detached after or during what happens with Isabella it was too late for that, and when I remembered Isabella's arguments, not once did she seem adverse to the idea, all of her arguments had to do with our relationship as stepsiblings.
Was she attracted to me, had she been thinking about it as much as I have lately?
What if she didn't like it? Sis was a virgin, I was sure, suddenly the thought that she might not be made me unreasonably angry which made no sense whatsoever.
Would this change our relationship, of course it would, but would it destroy it?
That was something to think about because I could never live with that.
She was a part of me, I'd always thought she would always be a part of me only now those parts were changing and morphing into something else.
Chapter 4
At the dinner table that night I watched the way she studiously cut her meat before daintily taking a bite.
The way her lips folded over the fork brought visions of her deep throating my cock.
My erection sprung up, thank goodness I was hidden under the table and my sweats were baggy enough to hide most of my condition besides.
"Drake are you okay?"
I pulled out of my lustful daze to see dad staring at me with concern.
"Yeah, I'm just thinking about something."
Isabella looked at me curiously; I guess my voice was a bit high. Looks like another jerk off session in the shower for me.
The rest of the meal passed without incident as we discussed school, the fact that it was my last year, and that Isabella was fast tracking it so she could graduate early with me.
I'd actually waited for her since I could've been gone a year earlier myself.
That's how inseparable we'd become, it was a wonder that I had never thought of her in a sexual way until Maddy brought it up, then again that wasn't entirely true, once when she was just fifteen and
I sixteen, I had caught a glimpse of her naked form through her slightly opened bedroom door, the sight had stayed with me for a long long time after that, but I had held onto my brotherly affection and just brushed that off as hormones.
It was not long after that that I hooked up with Maddy.
Maddy was...Maddy, she wasn't the great love of my life but then I don't believe in that stuff anyway. I like the company, the sex is better than good and we got along well but I don't burn with hunger for her, in fact, not until this past week did I understand what it meant to burn with passion.
I'd always thought it was a myth made up by some flowery poet from an earlier time, now I knew it was real, now I can say with all honesty, I burn.
Was it just an anomaly, the lure of the forbidden, maybe that was the driving force behind this burning lust that now consumed me, but somehow I don't think so.
What I felt for her felt too real, too all consuming, and along with the genuine love I already held for her, I was afraid Madelyn had opened Pandora's box.
She keeps watching me, I see her out the side of my eye, and I’m convinced now that she's thinking about it as hard as I am.
Maddy and I are waiting for her capitulation, I've already reluctantly given in or so Maddy thinks, but there was no reluctance involved.
I can't wait to make love to my sexy stepsister, only thing was, where they might both think this was a one time thing, I was pretty sure I was not going to be satisfied with that.
I'd already rubbed my cock raw in the week since the ball had started rolling, if just the idea of fucking her had me jacking off three, four times a day, I couldn't imagine wetting my dick only once in her, and if she kept biting her lip like that while looking at me through her lashes, I'm gonna say fuck it and just take her.
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