The Science of Loving

by Candace Vianna

  “They’ve always been like this,” I told Angie with a smile. “As in love now, as they were when they first met.”

  “More,” Dad said, dipping Mom back, so she grinned at us upside down.

  “Sway with me baby,” I said, stealing some of my dad’s moves. What? He’s smooth.

  I swept Angie in my arms, molding her to my body, pressing her face to my chest. I towered over all my dance partners, and I knew from experience, hunching over just made us both uncomfortable. I spun us around keeping it light as one song merged into another. I gave Danny the look when my folks finally decided to turn in, and being the good sister that she was, she faked a yawn—badly—then sauntered to the tent. Right before she ducked inside, she spun with an evil grin and obscenely fluttered her tongue between vee’d fingers behind Angie’s back—jeez, where does she learn that stuff? Scratch that, I don’t I want to know.

  Her dark curls whispered against my chin, catching on my growing stubble. I wondered how long it would take for Danny to fall asleep, or at least for Angie to believe she’s sleeping. If there was any kink hiding beneath that shy exterior, I planned on finding it, but with Danny sacking out right next to us, I was going to have to get creative. Fortunately, I loved a good challenge.

  My hands glided down to the curve at the base of her spine and back up. Then down again more firmly, lower. When I palmed her ass, I received a rewarding gasp—that’s right baby; I’m getting you primed. By the time I’m done, you won’t care who’s in the tent with us—my hand slipped under her shirt, and her arms tightened around my middle as my fingertips feathered over all that soft… smooth… warm… skin. I caressed her shoulder blades making her shudder, while the hand gripping her ass made sure she felt every hard inch of me. Her shallow breaths warmed my chest as she trembled sweetly.

  I cupped her face, tilting it up. I wanted to see the lust in her eyes, to see what I put there. When I lowered my face, her eyes closed and her lips parted, begging to be kissed—no, sweetheart, not yet… not yet—I skimmed my nose along hers, trailing feathery nibbles over her eyes, her cheeks, her chin, her breath stuttering when I kissed the corners of her mouth, sighing when I moved away. I fed the tension: A touch of my mouth, my tongue, sweet and light. The same tension thundered in my own body, a delicious churning in my belly, straining across my back and shoulders. Gripping her face, I nibbled her lower lip—now baby… Now we’re ready.

  I kissed her sensually, slowly, savoring her taste, her breath. She melted, becoming soft and pliant and our kiss darkened. I delved deeper, holding her, controlling her, my tongue parting her lips to explore her mouth thoroughly. She clung to me, digging her nails into my wrists as if they were the only solid thing in her world. She swayed into me slightly as I drew back, her eyes fluttering open. I smiled, admiring their dazed, dark glitter… Perfect.

  “Oh, sweetness,” I growled. It was a warning as much as a promise.

  I was lust drunk; something I'd read about, but until now, never believed in. All he’d done was kiss me, and this was already the best sex of my life. I knew I should be worried, but bliss had smothered my alarm bells with a fluffy euphoric pillow. The air mattress hissed when I sat on it—how did I get in the tent—I fumbled my shoelaces.

  “Ssshh… sweetheart, let me get that. Let me take care of you.” His voice was a low caress vibrating through me, doing strange things to my insides. My shoes were gone and I felt my cotton flannel slide off my shoulders. Warm hands eased me onto my back as my legs hung off the end of the mattress. My pants loosened and a warm breath tickled my stomach followed by firm prickly kisses.

  “Lift up, honey.” Cool air followed the heated hands gently easing off my jeans, leaving strips of lace a little wider than a thong, and my tank top as my only protection. There was a sharp inhalation then teasing fingers skimmed up my legs. “So beautiful.” More scratchy nuzzling and kisses followed the voice up my body. God, that voice.

  “Scoot up honey… over to your right. Climb inside the sleeping bag.”

  I rolled over, crawling up to the top of the mattress. I knew the cool air on my bottom should’ve been a cause for alarm, but it was a distant worry, a discordant note barely discernible in my dreamlike state. I slid my legs into the roomy sleeping bag and curl onto my side with a sigh. Cloth rustled, a zipper rasped then the mattress jostled and shook. Cold swept up my back followed by the press of hot skin as a thick, heavy arm wrapped around my middle, pulling me into a hard body.

  “Mat?” I whispered.

  “Yeah?”

  “Did you zip our sleeping bags together?”

  “Yeah baby, I did.”

  “Oh, Okay.” I must still be high.

  I felt his smile on my neck; his chin was scratchy. He smoothed his hand over my hip, fingering the lace. His chest tensed against my back every time he moved. “I really like these. I wish it was light enough to see their color.”

  “Lavender.”

  “Mmmmm… I like that.” His voice was a bass rumble throbbing in my bones. Tingles rushed down my neck, my arms, before settling tightly in my breasts, telegraphing a pulse of heat south. Open-mouthed kisses fell on my shoulders and I shivered. A second wave of goosebumps prickled outward and my breasts began to ache with a heavy tenderness that only touching could relieve. I twisted to look at the dark mass over my shoulder as tickling fingers startled a giggle out of me. A wet, smiling, mouth descended from the shadows to swallow my gasp and a heavy hand flattened against my diaphragm. “Ssshh… (Kiss) be (kiss) still (kiss.) You’ll wake Danny.” I tensed—oh God, how could I have forgotten? She’s lying right next to us and I’m molesting her brother. Well technically, he’s molesting me. Still…

  “Relax (kiss) you’re so soft.” The velvety whisper continued. A dangerous thrill settled in my belly as something thick and hard pressed into the cleft of my ass. “Can you feel how much I want you right now?” A deceptively smooth voice asked. When I didn’t answer right away, his body firmed, his arm imprisoning me. The teasing grew darker, predatory. “Answer me Angelina.” He ground against me. “Can you feel how hard you’re making me.” Oh God… He wasn’t speaking rhetorically?

  “Yes.” I squeaked

  “Good. Tell me.” He commanded softly, implacably.

  My heart stuttered in my chest. Here was the monster I’d first seen in the torchlight. “I can feel how hard you are.”

  “Yeah, that’s what you do to me.” His voice pulsed down my spine, thick with heat. “Are you thinking about me? About what I’m going to do to you? How I’m going to touch you?”

  Oh, God… I am now.

  “Tell me.” His silky murmur held an underlying threat that made my heart race, and did things low in my body I couldn’t begin to describe.

  “You… You’re hands are on me?” I sounded uncertain, embarrassed. I could guess where this was going. I’d never done anything like this. Ever.

  “How do they feel?” He nuzzled me.

  “Large… Warm…”

  “Where?”

  “On my stomach?”

  “Like this?” He splayed his hand on my abdomen.

  “Uh huh.” I couldn't believe we were doing this. I pressed my legs together, my panties were uncomfortably damp.

  “Keep talking.”

  “Ummm… You slide them up my ribcage… (His hand moved lazily up my torso.) between my breasts and unhook my bra… (He popped open my bra’s clasp with practiced ease, his thumb resting beneath my breast, his fingers curling over my sternum, his breaths deepening) You slowly squeeze my breast.”

  His hand closed gently. “How do I squeeze it?”

  “You sorta massage it.”

  “Like this?” he murmured, clenching rhythmically around my breast, his thumb kneading deep massaging strokes, and intimate pulsing between my legs swelled into an angry throb. I squirmed in his arms trying to get relief, needing to scratch that itch people are always mentioning. He fisted my hair, twisting his hand pinning my head against his bice
p as his mouth descended to swallow whimpers I didn’t realize I was making.

  He bit a trail from my jaw, down the tendon in my neck to my shoulder as I dragged in a ragged breath. “Talk to me,” he growled.

  “You finally touch my nipple…” His hand left my breast. Nooo…

  “Sshhh, baby I got you.” He brought his fingers to his mouth, wetting them as he wound his leg around me, trapping me. He covered my mouth with his. The pull on my hair increased, his chest expanding, hardening. He held me firmly restrained. Then he began gently torturing my puckered nipples, drawing light wet circles around them. Wave after tingling wave spiraled outwards, downwards, each building on the one before. When he clamped a distended peak between his finger and thumb, my throbbing turned to raw need as he tugged, twisting just hard enough. Pleasure jolted through me. I gasped, clawing at the leg pinning me while my body spasmed and wept.

  Angie shifted restlessly in my arms catching her breath as I gently teased her nipples just enough to keep her incoherent. I hadn’t planned on taking it this far, not with Danny—probably awake—next to us. I’d figured on getting her a little flustered with some teasing, some light foreplay, plant some seeds for when I finally got her alone and call it a night. I thought she’d be too shy to play along, and I was never so glad to be wrong. Damn, she was easily aroused.

  “Sweetness, you’re just full of surprises.” I gently bit her nipple, raking it with my teeth then soothing it with a swirl of my tongue.

  “Please, no more,” she begged.

  “Sorry, baby, I’m not quite finished with you,” I said ominously, letting her worry about all the dirty things I was planning. She shuddered and her breath caught—yeah, sweetheart, you’re at my mercy—my cock was uncomfortably hard and I knew I’d be awake all night, but it’d be worth it. By the time I was finished with her, my cock would be all she thought about.

  I rolled her on to her stomach shackling her wrists beneath her, wedging her legs open with my knees. I pinned her with my shoulder, repositioning her pillow, bringing my head to rest next to hers. “You use that pillow when you need to scream,” I threatened. She moaned—oh yeah, she likes playing on the dark side…That’s right sweetness; this is what waits in the dark, the cold wind down your spine—I ground on her ass. “You feel that? That’s what you’re gonna get. I’m gonna to fuck you so hard it’s gonna wreck you.” I held her down, running my hand up the back of her thigh, and then waited. It was a silent threat, hinting at things nasty and profane. She moaned again, softly. “But don’t you worry, sweetheart, not tonight… (Kiss) when I come inside you… (Kiss) they’ll be no one around to save you… (Kiss) And then we’ll party… (Kiss) all… (Kiss) night… (Kiss) long… (Kiss) I want you to think about that…” Kiss.

  I fondled her ass, delving between her legs. Fuck, her panties were soaked. She convulsed, whimpering. I paused, easing up enough to ensure I wasn’t crushing her. I lightly dragged my nails over her cloth covered-crotch a few times then pushed the lace aside to brush her gently, teasingly not parting her sex or touching her where she really needed it. Not yet. She was swollen, lush. Christ, she was so ready.

  “Are you picturing it? Me, fucking you into oblivion? Riding you so hard and deep that you feel like you’re fucking drowning?” She was panting like she'd run a marathon. My finger delved deeper. I finally gave her a taste of what she needed: A long stroke with a little circle at the end on her clit, and she cried, making these hot little moaning sounds that I loved—oh, sweetness, do you have any idea how precious you are?

  “I bet you’re tight for me already,” I whispered grimly. “Let’s check.” I slam two fingers into her pussy shocking a scream out of her—oops. Danny’s definitely awake now—was I gonna stop? Fuck no. Was I ever going to hear the end of it? Probably not. Did I care? Fuck, not at the moment.

  I alternated fucking her with my fingers and strumming her clit. When I felt her pussy start to spasm, I gave her that last bit of darkness she needed to go over. “I won’t make you beg this time. Not until I can do it right, but then you’ll beg.” I worked her faster, my fingers curled inside her, pumping hard against her g-spot. “I want you to come now. You come on my motherfucking hand.”

  I slicked frenzied strokes over her clit, and just like that, she came apart in my arms, quaking around the fingers pumping and twisting inside her as they gradually slowed, drawing out her pleasure. I rolled us onto our sides, letting go of her wrists. She shivered one last time when I slowly withdrew my hand. I held her close, tasting her tears as I kissed her cheeks dry.

  “Oh sweetness, that was intense,” I said gruffly, covered in sweat with a hard-on that could cut diamonds. And I'd never been more satisfied in my life. “Angie? Honey? Are you all right?”

  “I can’t feel my face,” she groaned and I started laughing. “Sshhh…” she gasped, “You’ll wake Danny.”

  That just made me laugh harder. “Believe me, Danny’s awake. She’s just pretending to sleep out of the goodness of her heart.”

  “Damn Biggie, you got game. That was fucking ferocious. You have got to talk to Brett.”

  “Oh, hell no. I’m not coaching some dude on how to fuck my sister.”

  Angie giggled. Playing Devil’s Advocate, she egged her on. “Oh come on Mat, if he’s gonna be doing her anyway, don’t you want her done right?”

  “Besides,” I added, “if I’m not mistaken Mom’s tried that already and scarred the guy for life.”

  “Oh no, she didn’t… Really?” Danny and I both laughed at the shock in Angie’s voice.

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  Water Sports

  I had to pee. I groaned, not wanting to get up. I was having the most delicious dream. I was camping and a beautiful, tattooed man touched me intimately with long talented fingers, whispering dark promises against my neck. I rolled onto my back, stretching, my hands striking taut cloth. My eyes snapped open. The nylon tent was dappled with leafy silhouettes and splashes of light. “Not a dream,” I whispered. Oh, God. Mat, how could I face him? The things I said; the things he did. And Danny… I pressed the heels of my hands into my eyes. Shit… Shit… Shit—they must think I’m a sex crazed lunatic, or a slut… a slutty sex crazed lunatic—and I really, really needed to pee.

  My jeans were in a rumpled pile in a corner at the front of the tent on top of my shoes, along with my flannel shirt. Hurriedly, I untangle them, thrusting my feet into their legs. Lying on my back, I shimmied them up over my hips, the air mattress rocking and gasping as I pushed against it with the heels of my feet: A guilty reminder of how I rocked and gasped under Mat not so long ago. Shit.

  Okay, if I was lucky, they’d all be in the camper and I could sneak to the bathrooms unseen. I grabbed my toiletry bag and flip-flops, and peeked out. Everyone was sitting at the picnic table next to me. Shit. Shit. Shit.

  “Hey Angie, you’re up.” Mat was smiling. Shit…

  “Morning,” I muttered not looking at him. My cheeks must be ten shades of red. “I’m just going to…” I made a vague gesture toward the facilities and started the walk of shame.

  I was fighting tears by the time I got there, and they were running down my cheeks while I peed. I brushed my teeth, hoping the familiar routine would help me reclaim my composure. And by the time I spat, I was almost breathing normally. Knowing I couldn’t hide in here forever, I splashed cool water on my face, hoping the chill would take the red from my cheeks as I gave myself a pep talk—Mat was nice. Even if he weren’t, he wouldn't be mean no matter what he thought of me. His mom would kill him. He’d just make the best of it for now, and never call me again. I just had to be polite and tough it out. I could do that. It wasn't as if I hadn’t faked it before. Hell, I'd been a freak my entire life; I should be used to it.

  I took one more fortifying breath, and marched out to face my doom before I lost my nerve and they had to send for a hostage negotiator.

  “Hey.” I jumped. Mat was waiting outside, leaning against the wall. He wasn't wearin
g a shirt and the vibrant colors on his golden skin glowed in the morning sun.

  “Hey,” I said a little too brightly, plastering on my most cheerful fake smile. But when he didn’t smile back, I faltered.

  “Jesus.” My breath lodged in my throat when he pushed off the wall holding me with his eyes, his muscles shifting with coiled energy as he padded closer. I watched his approach with a kind of doomed fascination.

  “Breathe.” He slipped his long fingers through my hair, gripping the back of my skull and crushed me to his chest, wrapping his other arm tightly around my shoulders. “Just breathe, sweetheart.”

  A small sob escaped before I could clamp down on it. “I’m sorry. I’m so very sorry.”

  He stiffened for a moment then held me tighter. “Sshhh… baby. It’s all right, I got you.” He tucked my head under his chin and my hands warmed on his sides.

  “Hey, guys, didn’t get enough last night?” Danny joked. Oh, God. I burrowed my face against a hard bicep.

  “Not now, Danny.” He gritted out. I didn't know what passed between them, but Danny left without another word. “Come on, let’s talk.”

  He led me to a picnic table in an empty campsite nearby. After straddling the bench, he dragged me onto his lap, facing him, my legs draped over his meaty thighs, cradling my behind in his palms. “Talk to me.” His words rumbled a pale echo from last night, filled with concern this time rather than darkness. “Tell me.”

  I glanced at him. “The way I behaved last night, I’m sorry.”

  Hurt and confusion flashed across his face. Then his eyes narrowed. “I see. And just what part of last night do you regret?” He was using that deceptively quiet voice. The angry one with the sharp bitter edge and I looked down trembling as tears of shame welled up.

  “It’s just… Shit…” I scrubbed my face. He waited. “It’s just, no one’s ever… I mean, I’ve never…”

  “Shit, you’re a virgin,” he said hoarsely, his voice going from angry to stark.