Forbidden

by Evangeline Anderson

  “I’ll tell you when we’re crossing the line,” she said. God, the look on his face twisted her heart, but they needed to keep going. She had to give herself to him completely, or things would never be right. “Tell me, Owen. Tell me what you want, because…because I want it to.” She ended in a low voice.

  “God…” He took a deep breath and looked into her eyes. “All right, then. I need to feel your pussy against my cock. The way we were last night, before I started touching you. Can you handle that?”

  Leah nodded at once. That was easy enough. Of course, last night she’d had panties on when she straddled him and let him part her pussy lips with his cock, but that wasn’t what Owen needed. He needs to feel my bare pussy, open and naked for him, sliding against his cock. And that was exactly what she was going to give him.

  “Of course I can handle it.” Giving him a smile, she straddled him again and lowered herself onto his lap. They both moaned as she settled around him, her wet pussy opening to enfold him in her slippery depths.

  Biting her lip, Leah looked down to see it. It was an incredibly erotic sight, her wet, open pussy pressing against Owen’s hard shaft. But he was too long for her to cover completely. The wide head stuck out between them, looking as though it needed to be touched. Leah knew just what to do.

  Slowly she began to move her hips, sliding up and down the hard ridge spreading her pussy lips. She couldn’t help moaning breathlessly as Owen’s thick cock rubbed over her swollen clit with each movement, couldn’t help the pleasure she got from the intimate and utterly illicit contact.

  “Careful,” Owen said harshly as the head of his cock rubbed briefly over the entrance to her pussy. “You don’t want to slip and have me inside you, Leah.”

  The tone of his voice made her look up at him and see—really see—what was in his eyes. The need, the hunger… This isn’t enough. We need to go further.

  The realization hit her harder than expected. Leah realized that deep down she’d been hoping to avoid this final step. Even though she wanted him inside her, even though her dreams had urged her to do it, what she was contemplating seemed wrong on many levels. Too close to the line she’d drawn in her head between doing what they needed and finally moving squarely into the realm of what she considered incest. She could keep from stepping over that line, though, she told herself desperately. She had to. But they had to take this final step. Things would never be right between them if she didn’t.

  Slowly she withdrew from him and lay back on the bed. Owen didn’t complain. Instead he sat still, breathing hard, his broad, muscular chest rising and falling like a bellows. Finally he looked at her.

  “Good,” he whispered. “It’s a good thing we stopped when we did. While I still…still could stop at all.”

  “I don’t want you to stop,” Leah said softly.

  He frowned. “Then what do you want?”

  “Owen, I love you. I want to go further. I want more.” She beckoned him. “Come here.”

  “Why?” he asked, but he was already moving toward her.

  “Right here,” Leah whispered. “Owen,” she said, looking up at him. “You need to be inside me, don’t you?”

  “Leah, no—”

  “Yes,” she interrupted. “Yes, you do. You’ve been dreaming of this, thinking of it for years. Don’t tell me you haven’t.”

  “That’s no reason to finally do it,” he protested.

  “Yes, it is,” she said firmly. “It absolutely is.”

  “You said you didn’t want me to,” he objected.

  “I said it would be better if you didn’t. Not…not that I didn’t want you to. Because I do, Owen. I want you inside me.”

  “But, Leah…”

  “I want you to take it slowly.” She reached up to stroke his cheek. “Just…just a little at a time, Owen. We’re going to see if we can satisfy our needs without actually going…going all the way.”

  “Without my fucking you, you mean,” he said, his voice dark and savage.

  “Yes,” she said softly. “Without your fucking me. But you know I’ll love you no matter what, don’t you?”

  “I know.” His voice was softer now, but his eyes were still unhappy, showing how torn he was between the desire to do this and the obvious feeling that it was wrong.

  He’ll do it, though, no matter how wrong he feels it is. But I have to keep him from crossing the line. Have to keep him from coming inside me. “There’s one thing,” Leah said, holding up a finger. “I’m not…not protected right now, Owen. Do you know what I mean?”

  “Yes,” he said at once. “I’ll get a condom.”

  “No.” She put a hand on his arm. “No, don’t. I don’t want anything between us. If we’re going to do this, it should be completely real.”

  “So you want to feel my bare cock sliding into your naked pussy. Is that it?”

  Leah blushed at his frank words but nodded. “Yes, I do. Do you have a problem with that?”

  He scowled. “I have a problem with how much you’re trusting me. You don’t know how long I’ve wanted to do this, Leah. Aren’t you afraid I’ll go too far and come inside you?”

  That was exactly what she was trying to avoid—the line she didn’t want to cross—but Leah knew she couldn’t let him see that it worried her. “It’s going to be okay,” she reassured him. “It’ll be all right, Owen.”

  “You think so, do you?” He frowned. “I still think you’re taking an awful chance, Leah—letting me fuck your unprotected pussy.”

  “I know,” she whispered. “But I trust you, Owen. I love you. And I know you’ll take things slowly and try…try to be satisfied with just filling me. I know you’ll try not to go too far.”

  He nodded reluctantly and ran a hand through his hair. “Yes, I’ll try. But I’m afraid I can’t make any promises.”

  “I don’t need any promises,” Leah murmured. “Just you inside me. Please, Owen, do it.”

  He took a deep breath. “All right. But I hope you won’t regret this later. Hope you won’t hate yourself.”

  “How could I hate myself for loving you?” She held his gaze as he positioned himself between her legs, spreading her thighs wider and kneeling between them.

  He shook his head. “Slowly, then, and I’ll try not to go too far.”

  “Oh, Owen,” Leah whispered. She held her breath as he rubbed the broad head of his cock over her wet, open folds.

  “Want to get nice and wet,” Owen said roughly when she gasped in pleasure. “You’re so damn tight, I could barely fit my fingers inside you, let alone my cock.”

  “Maybe…maybe you won’t have to fit too much,” Leah suggested, but he only shook his head.

  “Maybe.” He sounded unconvinced. He looked up at her. “Are you ready? Ready to feel my cock inside your pussy?”

  “Yes,” she murmured, trying to put all the love she felt for him, all her conviction that they belonged together even if it was wrong, in that single syllable. “Yes, do it.”

  “I will.” His eyes blazed into hers. “I will, Leah, but I need you to understand what we’re doing. Need you to watch, to see it for yourself. That way if you change your mind—”

  “I won’t change my mind,” she assured him. But she allowed him to prop more pillows under her head so she could look down between their legs.

  “Now,” Owen commanded at last. “Watch while I do it.”

  Leah felt she couldn’t have done anything else, couldn’t have torn her gaze away, no matter what the consequences. Looking down between her spread thighs, she watched as the broad head of Owen’s cock breached her entrance and pushed slowly into her naked pussy.

  “God, you’re tight,” Owen rasped, stopping his slow forward movement. “How do you feel, Leah? Am I hurting you?”

  “No,” she said softly. “It’s a little snug, but… No, it’s all right. It feels good, actually.” She looked away from the erotic sight of him piercing her pussy and saw the desperate need in his eyes. “But I think
we need to go further, don’t you, Owen?”

  He closed his eyes briefly. “We shouldn’t… We could still stop right now. I could pull out—”

  “But you don’t want to,” Leah interrupted him. “And I don’t want you to. What I want—what I need is to have you deeper inside me. Go ahead, Owen. Give me some more. I can handle it.”

  “All right, then. But let me know if you want me to stop.”

  Leah nodded, but she knew she wouldn’t stop him. Not even if he buried his cock to the hilt inside her. They needed to do this, needed to be joined this way, as they had been in her dream. They belonged together. She knew it in her heart.

  “Watch me,” Owen commanded again. And then he was moving, sliding forward to bury more of his hard cock in her open, unresisting pussy. Leah moaned softly, but made no move to stop him. When he started to pause with half of his thick, throbbing shaft inside her, she shook her head.

  “No, Owen,” she said breathlessly. “That’s…that’s not going to be enough. Go ahead, put it all the way inside me. Fill me with your cock completely.”

  Owen uttered a low groan, and she could tell he would have resisted if he could. But the erotic sight of her opening for him and the feel of her tight, wet pussy squeezing him were apparently too much. With a moan that sounded like her name, he drove all the way home into Leah’s pussy, thrusting deep until she felt the head of his cock kiss the mouth of her womb.

  “Owen,” she whispered brokenly. “God, you’re so big…”

  “Am I hurting you?” He looked at her anxiously. “I can pull out.”

  “No.” She reached for him. “No, come here. Come closer to me and kiss me. Kiss me while…while you’re inside me.”

  “Leah,” he murmured and did as she asked.

  Leah moaned as she felt her tight, aching nipples rub against his broad chest. His shift in position had caused him to go even deeper inside her, and she locked her legs around his waist, determined to keep him there.

  “You’re so beautiful.” He kissed her deeply. There was a mixture of pain and love in his eyes as he looked at her. “So sweet and loving to open yourself like this, to take my cock so deep in your pussy.”

  “But it’s not enough, is it?” Leah searched his eyes as she stroked the back of his head. “For either of us, Owen. You need to move inside me, and I need to feel you moving—taking me, fucking me.”

  Owen groaned, and she felt a surge of guilt. Should she really be doing this? But she had only to close her eyes to see her lover in the vision and hear his words. “He will never take what he needs for himself. You must give it to him—give yourself to him fully.”

  Without saying a word, she pulled back her hips and then surged upward, impaling herself on him once more, giving him what they both needed so badly, what he was unable to ask for.

  “All right, little sister,” Owen rasped, and she knew he was reminding her—reminding them both—of the forbidden thing they were doing. He looked at her fiercely. “I’ll fill your tight little cunt and fuck you until you come all over my cock if that’s what you want.”

  He was thrusting as he spoke, setting up a slow, deliberate rhythm that made her moan and raise her hips to meet his. How could it be wrong and yet feel so right? But his words hung in the air between them, taunting them both. Reminding of them of how truly wrong it was to let him take her this way.

  And yet despite knowing to her bones that society would think they were committing a forbidden and unforgivable act, she could feel something growing inside her. No, growing between them. A connection like a golden cord made of light. A light so brilliant and pure, it was blinding. She wanted to feed that connection, wanted to make it stronger, to tie them together for all eternity. But how?

  “It’s all right, Owen,” she reassured him with a low moan. “Really all right. Just…” She bit her lip to keep from crying out at a particularly deep thrust. “Just remember you’re not wearing a condom,” she finished.

  She had only meant to remind him to be careful, to keep him from crossing that last line. But her words seemed to have a bad effect on Owen.

  “I’m not, am I?” Looking down between them, he stared at the sight of his thick cock spreading her open, penetrating her to the core. “I’m not only fucking my little sister, I’m fucking her bareback,” he said bitterly. “My God, what am I doing? What have I become?”

  “You’re doing what you need to do. What we both need you to do,” Leah said softly. But it was too late; she’d lost him.

  “No.” He wrenched himself away from her, out of her. Leah cried out as she felt the connection that had been growing between them snap like a rope cut by a cruel knife. “No, I won’t do this anymore. I won’t go this far. I can’t.”

  “Owen,” she cried, but he was already getting off the bed and searching for his clothes. “Owen, where are you going?” she asked, tears springing to her eyes.

  “Out,” he snapped. “I can’t stay here.”

  “Please”—Leah reached for him—“please, Owen, I didn’t mean it. You can come inside me.”

  “Don’t you see?” His face looked drawn and haggard, his expression one of lust mixed with self-hatred. “That’s exactly what I can’t do. But I will if I stay here. I can’t resist you, Leah. Can’t stop myself from hurting you.”

  “You weren’t hurting me,” she protested. He had sagged against the mattress as he talked, and she went to him now, put her arms around his neck and her forehead against his. “You’re big, Owen, and you were thrusting so deep inside me. But it didn’t hurt,” she whispered.

  He squeezed his eyes shut. “That isn’t what I meant, and you know it, Leah. Don’t you see? Even if I were to fuck you as gently as I could, I would still be fucking you.”

  “Then fuck me,” she cried. “Make love to me. Take me. Fill me with your cum and make me yours. I don’t care what you call it. Just don’t leave me.”

  “I have to.” Gently but firmly he pried her arms from around his neck.

  “You promised,” she whispered, the tears pouring down her cheeks. “You promised you’d never leave me again, Owen. You said…said that you loved me.”

  “I do love you.” His face was etched with misery, but he was still moving away from her. Gathering his things methodically with a dogged determination to leave. “I love you too much, Leah, and in all the wrong ways. That’s why I have to go.”

  “I don’t care about right and wrong. Do you hear me?” she demanded. “I don’t care what anyone else says, Owen. I love you, and I don’t care that you’re my brother.”

  As she said the words, she knew they were true. He was more to her than her big brother—much more. He was a part of her, a vital part she couldn’t live without. And they belonged together as surely as the sun and the moon belonged in the sky. They were a matched set—made for each other. Why else had she felt that golden, glowing connection when he’d finally given in and made love to her? Why else would she feel like a part of her was dying as she watched him walk away?

  “I don’t care,” she said again. “Owen, I don’t care!”

  He turned back to her for one more instant, and she could see the shine of tears in his blue eyes. “And I care too much. Good-bye, Leah. I think it’s better…better if we don’t see each other again.”

  “Owen, please…please, no.” She could barely get the words out, her voice was so choked with sobs. It’s exactly like it was before. The way he loved me and then rejected me. And now I might never see him again. Oh God, what am I going to do? How am I going to live?

  “Good-bye,” he whispered again, his voice hoarse with emotion. “I’ll always love you, Leah.”

  “If you loved me, you wouldn’t be leaving me!” she cried, but he was already gone. Out of the bedroom and, with a final slam, out of the loft. Out of her life forever.

  Unable to hold her emotions in check any longer, Leah dissolved into sobs. He was gone. Owen was gone, and he was never coming back.

  Chapter
Eleven

  “They did what?” Hell trembled to its foundations with the force of Beelzebub’s shout.

  The imp cowered in fear. He had known it would go like this. If there had been anyplace in the entire universe where he could have hidden himself away, he would have done it. But there was no place he could go where the glaring red eyes of his master could not find him, and so he had to stand and state his news.

  “Micah and Ariel almost consummated their love,” he repeated in a frightened squeak. “Please, my lord, forgive me!”

  “Stop groveling. You weren’t sent there to stop them, only to report if they got too close.” The soft, silky voice came from Asmodeus, Beelzebub’s right-hand demon and a former prince of the cherubim. He was a demon of lust now, and his ice blue eyes were half lidded with malice as he spoke. “What I fail to understand is how they got so close in the first place. I was under the impression that they’d been separated for the past ten earth years.”

  “So they were,” Beelzebub growled. “But Ariel came back into Micah’s life recently, after their human mother died.”

  “And neither of them knows Micah was adopted?”

  “No, not so far as I know. So the human taboo should still be keeping them apart.” Beelzebub pointed a finger at the imp. “And you said, you said that Micah was so filled with shame and guilt he wouldn’t touch her.”

  “Shame and guilt are what stopped him, my lord.” The imp rubbed his hands together nervously. “The lock was in the key, and it was near to turning, but then he stopped. He couldn’t bear to break the human taboo and complete the act.”

  “He will, though.” Asmodeus had been slouched against Beelzebub’s throne—an infernal construction made entirely of the bones of the damned. He rose and began to pace smoothly. “I know desire,” he continued. “It’s the strongest human emotion there is. Micah may have forced himself to stop, but he still wants her. And eventually he will have her.”

  “He won’t,” Beelzebub shouted. “He can’t. If the angel twain regain their celestial forms and open the throne room of the Almighty, all will be lost.”