by Claire Adams
“Never, you never even spoke to me in any way apart from work,” she replied. “And to be honest, I wasn’t even certain you realized I was a woman!”
“What a dick,” I said as I rolled my eyes.
“Yes, you were, a complete one at that,” Kendall added as her bathrobe slipped and bared her slender, creamy leg.
“How was it possible for me, to work so close to you, and be so distant? Fuck, was I really that disengaged?” I asked as eye cast my eye toward Kendall’s bare leg.
“Yes, you were very disengaged, not just with me, with everything and with everyone, it was like you had tunnel vision, and anything outside of that bore no consequence or consideration,” she explained.
Kendall lifted her leg, the bathrobe slid further and revealed more of her body, had she done it on purpose?
“Well, I’m glad of my accident in a way,” I said.
“Why?”
“At least now I had a chance to see you for who you are, a warm, caring person, who just happens to look devilishly hot in a bathrobe!” I said smiling.
“Ah, now you finally notice I’m a real woman? Not a dick anymore?”
I looked on as Kendall’s robe fell to the side, her long legs laid on the couch, and her long hair laid over her breasts. I placed my mug on the table and slid beside her on the couch. I lifted my hand and caressed her cheek as I leaned forward and placed my lips on hers. She was more than enough.
Intoxicating…
Chapter 24
Kendall
I could feel Elijah’s body as he leaned in and French kissed me. I had become close to him, and I wondered how much of it was an attraction and how much of it was compassion for his condition. Either way, I was glad it had happened, and not just because I had found myself happy to help him. In all honesty, I found his body damn hot and it stirred my emotions and feelings inside. He was fun and smart as well. He was like a breath of fresh air.
Elijah placed his lips on mine, his warm breath mingled as we let our tongues entwine, and our kiss was sensual and meaningful as we teased each other’s lips and tongues.
My robe had fallen from my body, and I laid there almost naked. Elijah slid his hand inside my robe and pulled my body closer to his. I looked down and fumbled with the belt of his robe, and dropped it away from him. As Elijah’s bathrobe fell away from his body, I could see his bare chest and stomach, my animal instincts stirred. I ran my fingers down his chest and his washboard stomach as I purred like a kitten inside.
Elijah cupped my breasts and lowered his mouth. His tongue flicked against my soft nipple that had started to get hard with his touch. I tilted my head back and sighed. A soft shudder shot down my spine as he continued to tease my nipples. I grabbed a handful of Elijah’s hair and pushed his head between my breasts, his tongue glided against my soft skin. I could feel Elijah’s hand want me as he caressed and stroked my back, then slowly he moved it forward and stroked my soft stomach.
I wriggled against the couch and lowered my body, I laid flat and opened my robe wide. Elijah continued to run his tongue over my body and tingles formed inside me wherever he touched.
“Oh, god, that feels really nice,” I said as my body shuddered.
“I’m glad you like it,” Elijah replied softly.
I could smell Elijah. His body emanated his sexuality as his body warmed against mine. I placed my hand on his shoulders and gently dragged my nails down his back, he arched his back with pleasure as I caressed him softly. I placed my hand on Elijah’s thigh. My fingers brushed against his steely cock. I could feel the heat rising as he started to become erect. I ran my fingers lower and started to caress his balls. His body tightened as he felt my touch. I grabbed his cock and could feel his pulse in my hand, his veins engorged as his cock grew and became fully erect.
“I want to taste you,” I muttered as I gently pushed his body away from mine.
Elijah stood and removed his robe and dropped it to the floor, his prime body lithe and muscular. He placed himself on the couch and opened his legs so I could kneel between his legs. I got to my knees and took his cock in my hand. I stroked his cock until the head of it became hard.
“Fuck, yeah,” Elijah said as he leaned his head backward.
“Well, your cock feels perfect. It’s so hard,” I replied as I teased the head with the tip of my tongue.
Elijah arched his back, and his cock moved closer to my mouth. I wrapped my lips around the head and made small up and down motions with my head. I could feel his body squirm with pleasure, his manhood being stimulated by the soft touch of my hot, wanting lips.
I opened my mouth and slid myself further onto his cock as I caressed his balls. I could feel the head of his cock reaching to the back of my throat. My hand gripped his cock tightly as I slowly stroked up and down.
“You want to taste me?” I asked, seductively.
“Fuck yeah. I love the taste of you,” Elijah replied before he licked his lips.
I sat where Elijah had just moved from, the cushion still warm from the heat of his body. I placed my feet on the couch, and my hands on my knees and I spread my legs as wide as they would go.
“Fuck, baby. That’s so beautiful. You’re so beautiful.”
I looked at Elijah as he stroked his cock as he bent his knees and kneeled on the floor, I spread my pussy lips and revealed my pink clitoris. Elijah stroked his manhood as his tongue ran around my sex, the hot juices making my labia glisten in the light.
I could feel Elijah’s body shake as he stroked his cock, his tongue teased my clit, he flicked his tongue frantically against my clit, and I was in heaven. He slid his tongue inside my pussy. I could feel my muscles relax as his tongue probed me.
“Fuck, I’m hard. I wanna fuck you, but not yet. I want to play some more first,” he said as he licked his fingers.
He slid his fingers into my warm center. He probed and pushed as my pussy grabbed onto his thick fingers. I cupped my breasts and squeezed my nipples with my thumb and forefinger. My pussy throbbed as Elijah fingered me, and his thumb rubbed against my clit. I could feel my pussy getting hotter and wetter.
I pushed Elijah against his chest and sat upright on the couch.
“What’s wrong?” he asked.
“Nothing is wrong, I want to go to bed to continue, it means more,” I said as I flung my robe over my shoulder.
We entered the bedroom, and I laid down, my legs hung toward the floor, “Fuck me now,” I said in want as I caressed my breasts.
“With pleasure!” His eyes had a lustful look.
Elijah took his cock and slapped it against my pussy, I sighed with pure lust and could feel the hardness of his cock. Elijah rubbed the head of his cock up and down against me, my lips opened and allowed his cock to slowly slide into my pussy. My body shuddered as his cock filled my opening and my lips spread to the limit as he started to thrust.
Elijah thrust harder. I could feel the very back of my pussy being stimulated, my body shook and shuddered as I pulled Elijah’s body closer to me.
“Fuck me against the wall, Elijah,” I whispered into his ear.
Elijah scooped me up in his muscular arms as I wrapped my legs around his waist as he carried me toward the wall. I could feel the coldness of the wall against my back. I placed my hands on Elijah’s shoulders as he thrust his cock up into my deep pussy. I could feel his body rubbing against mine as his perfect muscular arms held me tight.
“Oh, yes, this feels good,” I said as I rocked my head backward into the wall.
I gripped my legs tight around Elijah’s waist as my pussy lowered onto his hard cock, “Back to the bed and fuck me doggy style,” I whispered as my head rested on Elijah’s shoulder.
“I thought you would never ask, that was killing me,” he said and laughed.
Elijah threw me on the bed, and I got on all fours. He slid his shaft into me from behind. I grabbed the sheets and buried my head deep in a pillow. My breath heaved and got faster and deeper, and I could fee
l my body humming toward release. I could feel the heat in me rising.
“Fuck, your pussy feels good,” Elijah said as he breathed harder and harder.
“It feels good here as well,” I mumbled into the pillow.
I reached between my legs and could feel Elijah’s cock being rammed into me like a machine on fire, I rubbed my clit as he thrust his cock deeper into me, and the spasms from my center shot through my body. My satisfied pussy gripped his cock drawing his come from his balls as he thrust himself harder into me. I pushed my hips backward and yelped in pain as he smacked my ass. It felt so good.
“Slap me again,” I whimpered.
Elijah’s hand came crashing down onto the cheek of my ass, again as his cock reached deep into me as my pussy let loose a flood of sensations. I could feel my body let go and I had a sense of being totally satisfied. Elijah grabbed my hips and rammed his cock harder into me. I could feel his cock tense as his body let go.
I laid on the bed and looked at Elijah, he stared into my eyes and smiled as he leaned toward me and kissed me. I wriggled my body closer to Elijah’s as we basked in our lovemaking, my body filled with womanly sensations as he placed his arms around me and cuddled.
I closed my eyes. “That was fantastic,” I mumbled as I clasped his hand and held it tight.
“I have never felt like that before,” he replied.
“Have you got any clothes I could wear?”
“What do you want clothes for?” he asked puzzled.
“Mine are wet, and I should be going home,” I replied as I tried to slide from the bed.
“No, please stay with me,” Elijah added as he pulled me back toward him.
“You want me to stay the night?” I asked as I turned toward him.
“Yes, I want you to stay the night, that is if you don’t mind?” he asked.
I gazed into his eyes, “I would love to stay,” I replied.
“I appreciate that. I just don’t want to be alone tonight, it feels so much better when you are by my side,” he said.
I turned on my side and snuggled my body closer to Elijah, his strong arm around my body. It made me feel womanly and safe to feel his touch like this. I was comfortable with him, and I was sure he felt at ease with me.
Chapter 25
Elijah
I arrived at the office and headed toward Kendall’s desk. I greeted her as normal so no one would suspect that anything had been going on between us. Kendall had told me that the staff had quizzed her and she had denied that anything was happening. She said she was just helping with my ailment.
I entered my office and called Kendall in, as there was something I wanted to talk to her about, “Kendall!” I called through the open door.
“Yes, you want me?”
“I want you every minute of every day, but for now I just want to talk to you,” I smiled as Kendall entered the office.
“Close the door please,” I asked.
“So, what did you want to talk to me about,” she asked as I eyed her perfect dress. It sat perfectly on her.
“Peter is coming into the office today,” I explained.
“Ah, so you are going to talk about your flashback?” Kendall asked.
“Yes, I think we need to, there is not much more that I can take without losing my mind, it’s a weird feeling,” I explained.
“It should do you good, and maybe you can both benefit from a good conversation about it,” Kendall said.
“I hope so, I’ve had enough, I’m lucky you are with me to guide me through it,” I said as I smiled at her perfectness.
Someone knocked at the door, and Peter poked his head inside the room.
“I’m back,” he said with a smile.
“It’s nice to see you again,” Kendall said.
“Same here,” I said, glad to see him.
“Well, it’s nice to see you two getting a bit closer,” Peter said. “Have you been up to anything exciting while I was away the last few days?”
“Apart from the fair, not much,” I said as I glanced at Kendall and smiled.
“No, it was really quiet while you have been away,” Kendall said as she blushed slightly.
“Okay, I’ll believe you,” Peter said as he grinned knowingly at us both.
“So, Bro, you up for some lunch?” Peter said.
“Yep, sure, but I think you we should talk about my episode before concentrating on food, don’t you?” I asked.
“There is that, but you know what the food is like on the plane. Besides, I’m starved.” He patted his stomach.
We reached the restaurant and ordered our food, Peter looked exhausted, but he said that this was important for the both of us.
“So, Kendall tells me you had a bad flashback, yes?” Peter asked.
“Bad isn’t the fucking word. Dad was battering you from pillar to post,” I explained. “I just don’t know why or where it was, I just saw him kicking the shit out of you. It was beyond disturbing, something I don’t know if I can ever shake.”
“Well, it all started when Dad became an alcoholic and became highly abusive to all of us, no matter who was at fault or not at fault he used his fists to get his side of the story over to us, a little too often if you ask me,” Peter explained. “On quite a few occasions, Dad used to pick on you because you were the smallest,” he continued to add, “and the only way I could protect you was by provoking him so that he would divert his attention toward me rather than you. While this was going on, you always saw the good side of Dad that everyone else had thought he had lost. So, you always sought his acceptance, which led you to be within arm’s reach when he got into beating mode.” Peter looked at me in seriousness.
“So, we had done nothing wrong then? Fuck, it was all him and his drinking?” I asked.
“It was, apart from the odd occasion when we did do something wrong, but this never seemed as bad as his drunken beatings,” he said as he munched on his burger.
“I never knew that you took the beatings for me, I should be in your debt,” I said feeling horrible about it.
“It's what brothers are supposed to do, they are supposed to watch out for each other in bad times, and especially in situations like this. What sort of brother would I be if I had just stood back and watched?” Peter said as he sipped on soda.
“So, what happened then? Damn, there must have been some outcome from all of this?”
“Yes, the end result was that when Dad kicked the bucket, I was so far off his radar, for obvious reasons, and Mom was well you know, out of the picture, already. So, he had just one option of where to leave his fortune, and this was always you,” Peter explained.
“So, what did you and Mom get out of his death? How much did he leave you in his will?” I asked.
“Hardly anything compared to what you received. Ninety-nine-point-nine percent went to you, and I didn’t even get a simple job at the company.” Peter gazed out the window.
“That’s bullshit. He should never have done that. It should have been a 50-50 split if you ask me,” I said.
“Mom got even less than me, but she did have access to his pension which was enough to keep her going,” he said.
I thought about what Peter just told me, and how it had obviously affected me for quite a number of years. Peter had no idea why Dad became an alcoholic, and he had no idea why he had become abusive either, apart from because of work related stress. I also thought about how much Peter had risked his health and his life by placing himself in front of Dad, so he would leave me alone.
“So, why did I always go to the office with Dad if he got abusive? I mean surely, I would have noticed,” I asked Peter.
“You saw the good in him, it’s as simple as that, when he didn’t drink, he was a good dad, it just started to take over him and over his life, but you still tried so hard to please him,” Peter explained.
“Talking about Mom, why do we have a grudge with each other, do you know?” I asked with a confused look on my face.
We continued to chat through lunch, and Peter told me about all the times he could remember when Dad was really abusive and he also used to lock us up in the shed, as well as beating us with his belt, which was more frequent.
“Dad had a severe grudge with Mom too, and I wasn’t sure if this had anything to do with the grudge between you two,” Peter said.
“That is what has puzzled me more ever since you mentioned Mom, I can understand Dad being abusive, but for Mom just not communicating or anything is totally beyond me. I just hope there is something that can be done to put the relationship right unless it’s totally broken beyond repair,” I said.
“Only time will tell, only time will tell,” Peter said as he ordered coffee.
“Well, at the end of it, there is only one thing I can say,” I said.
“What’s that?” Peter asked.
“Apart from you and me, we have one hell of a fucked-up family, and that I do know,” I said trying to make us both feel better.
I thought some more about what had gone on and how Peter tried to protect me, he had been disowned by Dad and had got the shitty end of the stick, both when we were younger and once Dad had died. But he always stood by me way more than he should have.
I was extremely proud at that moment that Peter was my brother, and the way I treated him before was totally unfair. I felt like there had been a major injustice in the way things had panned out. I made a mental pact with myself to put things right.
I raised my coffee to Peter. “A toast,” I said.
“What’s the toast for?” Peter asked.
“To brothers. The best of brothers. Men like you.”
“I’ll drink to that,” Peter said as he raised his cup.
“To brothers,” we said together.
We finished lunch without much talk of my flashbacks and talked about my relationship with Kendall. Peter said he was happy she was helping and that he thought she was doing me a lot of good. I could do anything but agree with his comments.