B.I.L.F.: A Brother In Law Romance

by Dark Angel

  “Yeah, the theme has to be scorching hot,” Aidan cuts in, walking over to us with a gait to his step. “There’s going to be a lot of fire in the novel, and we want the cover to reflect that.”

  “I see…” Mistress Strokes trails off, looking up at the ceiling deep in thought, a lock of blue hair tumbling down her forehead. She brushes it to the side and tucks it over her ear, narrowing her eyes and looking at the cameras she has set up there.

  Still with an expression of deep focus, she saunters over to one of the tripods and yanks the camera off, grabbing it with both hands. “I figure we need to go the intimate route, then,” she whispers, and I’m not sure if she’s talking to us or to herself. She’s looking down at the camera, fumbling with the lens and pressing button after button in quick succession.

  I just stare at her completely dumbfounded, having no idea about how a photo session is supposed to go. My publisher always handled this side of the business; all I had to do was put the words down on the page. Lucky for me, Aidan took the reigns here; he knew exactly what he had to say to the photographer, and I agreed with every single word of his. Although, I admit, I have no idea how that’ll translate into a better photo. I figure that scorching hot means Aidan will be revealing a lot more of his crotch.

  “Your jacket, take it off,” Mistress Strokes suddenly says, the lens of her camera trained on me.

  “Me?” I ask, completely dumbfounded.

  “You,” she smiles, lowering her camera. Even though her expression is a serious one most of the time, I can’t help but notice how much prettier she becomes when she smiles. “Your PA’s told me you’re going in a new direction with your books and, judging from what Aidan's told me, it really seems like it… So why is he the only one on the cover?”

  I open my mouth to respond, but I can’t find the right words. She’s right but… me? As a model? No way.

  “I… I don’t have the clothes to --”

  “Forget it,” she tells me, still smiling, and waving at me with one hand. “It’s not about the clothes. It’s about who you are. Embrace it.”

  I stare at Mistress Strokes.

  “The sex advances the romance in your books, yes?” the Mistress asks me, stepping closer.

  I nod.

  “And what, do you know about the sex, child?” the elegant blue-haired woman asks me, her eyes piercing into my soul.

  “She’s right,” Aidan says, coming up to me and gently laying his hands on my shoulders. He pulls my jacket off and I just let him do it, standing there in my tight blouse. God, I can’t believe I’m going to do this.

  Grabbing me by the hand, Aidan leads me to the shooting area and, looking into my eyes, he smiles. “We’re ready,” he says, never taking his eyes off of me. Unblinking, I just look back at him as the noise of the camera shutter fills the whole studio.

  “See, it’s easy,” he whispers, sliding his hands down the side of my body. My skin prickles as his fingertips find the naked skin between my blouse and skirt. Before I even know what I’m doing, I grab my blouse by its hemline and pull it over my head, Aidan’s smile turning into a wild grin.

  “That’s good. Really good,” I hear Mistress Strokes’ voice as she comes closer to us, the camera’s shutter working more quickly now. Breathing hard, I place my hands on Aidan’s waist and pull him into me, a shiver of excitement going up my spine as I feel his hard-on.

  I look at Mistress Strokes, embarrassed, but she just keeps on snapping picture after picture, a big smile on her face. Closing in on us, she goes down on her knees, pointing up with her camera, and that’s when Aidan tangles his fingers in my hair and leans in to kiss me. His free hand goes down to my ass and he grabs a handful, squeezing it.

  Instinct taking over me, I let one hand go around his waist and then I flatten the palm of my hand against his crotch, curling my fingers around his cock and feeling it pulse against me.

  Moving at the same time, Aidan places one hand just above my right knee and, slowly, runs it up to the hemline of my skirt. He doesn’t stop there, though: he slides his finger over my naked skin and under the fabric of my skirt, going straight for my wet thong. I gasp as I feel his touch on my pussy, and only then do I realize there’s a deafening silence in the studio, the noise of the camera shutter now absent.

  I look toward Mistress Strokes just in time to see her lowering her camera, her lips slightly apart as she goes up to her feet. “Now this is some chemistry…” she whispers, propping the camera on its tripod and turning to face us.

  She’s slightly flushed and, when she runs her tongue between her lips, I realize that she’s enjoying this as much as we are—if not more.

  “C’mere,” Aidan whispers, reaching for her and grabbing her hand. He pulls her close, and she closes the distance between us immediately, walking as if she’s in a trance. She looks into my eyes then, and I realize that my heart is racing now, pumping boiling blood toward my pussy and making it even wetter than before.

  Mistress Strokes raises her hand and, turning it around, caresses my cheek softly, moving her thumb over my lips. I let her do it, my eyes never leaving hers, and then she leans into me.

  I close my eyes as I feel her lips on mine, and I hold my breath as she lingers there. “I had to,” she whispers after taking her mouth out of mine, her wide eyes telling me that she’s as wet as I am right now.

  “I know,” I reply and, before I think it through, I lean into her and kiss her again, my body still pressed against Aidan’s. Oh God, is this really happening? I look from Mistress Strokes to Aidan, but he just looks at me and smiles.

  “If you’re going to write about the sex, then you must know the sex, Abby,” Mistress Strokes says to me. I look at Aidan with one last fearful glance. The glance where I’m not sure if I want to share him.

  “It’s alright,” he grins, pressing his fingers harder against my pussy.

  “It is,” Mistress Strokes agrees, sliding her hand under my skirt and replacing Aidan’s. “He’s handsome, but the one I’m focused on is you.”

  I watch her as Mistress Strokes puts her hand on my sex. “I don’t want to share your man,” she whispers. “I want to make you cum.”

  I gasp again, feeling her small fingers over the fabric of my thong, and I know that now there’ll be no stopping this. “If the two of you are going to be on the cover, you deserve this,” she continues, and her words rumble inside my head like a thunderstorm.

  I know exactly what she means by ‘this’.

  Abby

  Her lips are on mine again, and my brain almost melts inside my skull. I’m actually kissing a woman—now here’s a first. And, to be honest, it’s better than I imagined it would be. Not as good as Aidan’s kisses, that’s for sure, but Mistress Strokes knows what she’s doing too. I don’t know anything about her, but she must have an interesting past; you don’t get to be a good kisser without an interesting past.

  She pushes her tongue inside my mouth and I just surrender to it, making my tongue dance around hers in a frenzy. I feel one of Aidan’s hands going down the side of my body, and he takes it to my ass, grabbing a handful and squeezing one cheek.

  Instinct fueling me, I place one hand on Mistress Stroke’s waist and go for her ass, feeling the smooth curve of her cheeks under my fingers. Grabbing her, I pull her into me, my skin prickling as I feel her breasts pressing against mine.

  Hesitantly, I pull back from her kiss and look from her to Aidan, my heart beating so fast it might break a few ribs.

  “Just let go,” Mistress Strokes whispers against my ear, her plump lips brushing over my skin, and I close my eyes in response. Just let go. I can do that; I can let go. The old Abby wouldn’t be able to, but we’re talking about the new Abby. And the new Abby can do a lot more things than the old one could, including letting go.

  “I can do that,” I whisper back at Mistress Strokes, voicing my thoughts while narrowing my eyes and really looking at her for the first time since I entered her studio. Although
her bright blue hair is her most striking feature, her big eyes are a close second: they’re brimming with a childlike curiosity of the world around her, although deep down there’s a hint of sorrow. Whoever she is, and wherever she came from, there are only two words to describe her: a beautiful puzzle.

  “Let’s have some fun, then,” Aidan says, his fingers running over my back and looking for the clasp on my bra. With a quick flick, he unhooks it, and then pushes the straps down my shoulders. The cups droop over my breasts, and I hold my breath as Aidan and Mistress Strokes pull the bra off at the same time.

  My legs are weak right now, and I have no idea how I’m even standing. I’m nervous and anxious and, at the same time, more excited than I’ve ever been. It seems that every time I have sex with Aidan there’s a new barrier to break, but I thought that he no longer had anything new to show me. I was wrong—oh, so wrong.

  I close my eyes as Mistress Strokes reaches for my right breast; cupping it, she squeezes it softly, and Aidan does the same on my left one.

  “Is this really happening?” I ask to no one in particular, my voice thick and quivering.

  “This is real. Very real,” Aidan assures me, his voice caressing my eardrums and blanketing my mind. Opening my eyes, I look into his and smile, allowing the reality of it all to sink in.

  Mistress Strokes goes to her knees by my side, her small fingers resting over my inner thigh. She grabs the zipper on my skirt and, looking up at me, pulls it down. My skin prickles as I feel my skirt becoming looser over my waist, and then she just tugs on it, sending it down to my ankles. I step out of the bunched-up fabric and take a step back, now wearing only my heels and thong.

  “And now the rest,” she purrs, running her hands up my legs and grabbing at my thong. Pulling on it, she slides it down my legs and I do the rest, kicking it to a faraway corner of the studio. If this were the old Abby, I’d be embarrassed right now, but I’m an improved version.

  I look down at Mistress Strokes and, grinning, I join her on the floor, kneeling by her side. “Come here,” I whisper at Aidan, and he grins back at me and takes one step forward. I reach for his crotch, softly laying the palm of my hand against his hard cock, and then unbuckle his belt; I bite my lower lip as I hear the metallic clink of the buckle as it comes undone, and then I go straight for the zipper. Pulling it down, I don’t even blink as my eyes swallow up the sight of his cock straining against his boxer briefs, its thick shape pulsing with a kind of raw fury.

  Mistress Strokes goes for his cock too, and we place our hands over his boxer briefs, feeling his erection throb against us. Moving at the same time, almost as if our minds were one, we hook our fingers on the hem of his boxer briefs and pull them down, sending them with his pants to his ankles. His cock springs free at once, pre-cum glistening in its tip.

  “It’s… huge,” Mistress Strokes says, and I think this is the first time I actually hear surprise in her voice. I guess that it doesn’t matter how experienced you are; when you see a cock as big as Aidan’s, you have to be in awe.

  “It is,” I agree, running my tongue between my lips as Aidan kicks off his shoes, pants, and boxers. He stands naked over us, his muscles gleaming under the bright lights as if he were not a man, but a God. Ropes of muscles travel up and down his body like corded wire, and his abs look (and feel) as if they’re made of pure steel. Add to that his pronounced jaw, easy smile, and smart eyes, and you have a combination no woman will ever forget—and, trust me, I know what I’m talking about.

  I grab his cock, my heart thumping faster as I feel its warmness spreading to my fingers. I use both of my hands and, the moment all of my fingers are wrapped tight around his shaft, I start stroking him slowly. At the same time, Mistress Strokes reaches for his balls with one open hand, rolling them around her stretched fingers.

  I keep on stroking him while Mistress Strokes massages his balls, and Aidan just stands there with a wide grin on his face, allowing us to please him. Soon, my stroking motion grows fast, and I keep only one hand on his shaft, taking the other to his ass and digging my fingers into his firm cheeks.

  Locking eyes with him, I start leaning in. I part my lips, but I stop just before my mouth touches the tip of his cock; I reach for it with my tongue, and I use it to lap at his cock in fast circles.

  Following my lead, Mistress Strokes tilts her head sideways and, mimicking me, she uses only the tip of her tongue. She runs it up and down the length of his shaft; almost as if she’s measuring it, and only then does she rests her lips against his cock. I do the same, closing in on him and wrapping my lips around the tip of his cock, my cock still running around it fast and hard.

  I go down at a steady pace, rolling my lips down his shaft while Mistress Strokes takes hers further down. When her mouth is on his cock’s root, she opens it wide and places it against his balls, sucking one in. Looking at her without blinking, almost as if I’m in a trace, I only realize I’ve gobbled up Aidan’s twelve inches when I hear him groan, the tip of his cock pressed against the back of my throat. I slide his cock out then, stopping when only its tip is inside my mouth.

  “So fucking good,” Aidan groans, placing both his hands on my head as Mistress Strokes takes both his balls inside her mouth with a wet sucking sound. That’s when I start bobbing my head back and forth, closing my eyes and surrendering to instinct. His long inches travel over my tongue fast, going in and out at breakneck speed. He has his hands on my head, his long fingers tangled in my hair, but he isn’t dictating my movements; he’s just feeling the sway of my body, allowing me (and Mistress Strokes) to take charge.

  I do it until the muscles in my neck become cramped, and only then do I change gears: tilting my head sideways, I press my lips against the side of his shaft, and I slide them down until I’m face to face with Mistress Strokes. Allowing Aidan’s balls to pop out of her mouth, she grins at me and, reaching with one, starts stroking him fast.

  Moving fast, she pulls Aidan’s cock toward her and she dives into it, taking his whole shaft inside of her mouth at once. I go for his balls then, opening my mouth as wide as I can and sucking on his balls, one at a time, and wondering how the hell did Mistress Strokes manage to have both in her mouth. Not one to give in to competition, I close my eyes as I force my jaw to work harder; somehow, I manage to wrap my lips around his balls and I suck them inside my mouth, even if only for a few seconds.

  Pulling out, I hike up Aidan’s shaft with my tongue. Joining forces with Mistress Strokes, we use our tongues to caress the tip of his cock while, at the same time, we grab his shaft and start stroking him as fast as we can.

  “Let’s spice this up,” Mistress Strokes says suddenly, looking at me while she grabs Aidan by the hand. She pulls him down and, after a moment’s hesitation, he goes to his knees right in front of us. “He’s all yours,” she whispers at me, placing one hand on my right shoulder and urging me to bend over. Which is exactly what I do: I bend over, my parted lips going straight for Aidan’s cock, and I place my hands on the floor for support.

  I’m on all fours now, Aidan’s cock deep inside my mouth. Smiling at the scene in front of her, Mistress Strokes stands up and walks around my body. Now behind me, she goes down on her knees, placing her hands on my shoulder blades and running them down until they go over the smooth curve of my ass cheeks.

  And that’s when she leans in.

  With her fingers buried deep in the flesh of my ass cheeks, she reaches for my pussy with the tip of her tongue, running it between my inner lips. A shiver goes up and down my spine as I feel her mouth, my mind barely able to comprehend that this is really happening.

  We started innocently. Aidan and I, the best sex of my life; next thing I knew, I was drinking his cum out of a martini glass. And now here I am, Aidan’s cock between my lips and a woman’s mouth pressed tight against my soaked folds. I don’t even want to know what comes next; all I know is that, with Aidan, there’s always a next.

  Grabbing me by the hair, he forces me to stop
my coming and going motion and finally takes charge: he rocks his hips back and forth, and I moan as his cock slides in and out of my mouth. I close my eyes then, feeling Mistress Stroke’s tongue pushing its way past my folds and jabbing at my insides. She has both her hands on my ass cheeks, supporting herself as she buries her face against my wetness.

  There’s a fire going up from my pussy, and it meets in my brain with the flames of pleasure making their way from my mouth. I close my eyes as Aidan starts picking up the pace, his twelve inches travelling fast between my lips; adding to it, Mistress Strokes starts licking me faster, one of her hands going around my waist. She presses down on my clit with two fingers and, if Aidan’s cock wasn’t inside of my mouth, I’d be moaning loudly right now.

  My tits bounce back and forth with each of Aidan’s thrusts and, noticing it, he takes one hand to my right breast and squeezes it. He starts pinching my rosy nipple between his thumb and index finger, and my brain almost explodes from the overload. My mouth, my pussy, my tits—everything in me seems to be burning up.

  Losing all conscious control, I move my mouth down Aidan’s shaft as hard as I can while, at the same time, I thrust my ass back, pressing my pussy against Mistress Strokes’ mouth. She devours me eagerly, sucking my folds inside her mouth and running her tongue up and down the length of my wet pussy; with her fingers hooked on my hips, she pulls my pussy into her mouth, and she does it even more fiercely than when I thrust back at her.

  “I… want… more…” I moan, taking Aidan’s cock out of my mouth. I look up at him, biting my lower lip as pleasure builds in my mind; it dawns on Mistress Strokes’ lips and then flies in a hurry to my brain. I want his cock as much as I need the air to breathe, but Mistress Strokes isn’t done with me yet.