Tell Me No Secrets: Secret Baby Romance Collection

by Jamie Knight

  Camilla slowly pulled my cock from her mouth, pressing her cheek harder into my hand, tenderly kissing the palm.

  “So much for Larkin,” I said to myself.

  “Who?”

  “Hmm?”

  “Who’s Larkin?”

  “Oh, bad in-joke.”

  “Tell me,” she pressed, climbing up onto my lap and wrapping her arms around my neck, waiting for the story.

  “Well, okay, going back the beginning, there was an animator named Beau Larkin. He was from Canada and did a lot of work for the National Film board up there. Anyway, he was one of the best animators of the 20th century but was a bit odd.”

  “Odd how?”

  “Well, for a start he was a bit of a shut-in. People would find checks from the NFB uncashed weeks later because he hadn’t gone to the bank yet.”

  “Weird.”

  “That’s not the half of it.”

  “Do tell.”

  “Well, he disappeared sometime in the early-1980s, only to be found in the early 2000s, living on the streets of Montreal. Apparently, he got sick of it all.”

  “You're getting sick of it all, at work?”

  “Not at all. I still love it. One of the other odd things about him was that he was reportedly celibate most of his adult life. It was most of what was attributed to the work he did.”

  “You were celibate, until me, that is?”

  “I didn’t want anything from distracting me from the work I was doing. It wasn’t that hard, really. I didn’t drink or have sex while in the military either, so I had a good fourteen years of practice.”

  “None of those hot army chicks wanted you?”

  “Sure, but it wasn’t allowed. Drinking was, but I was a sniper and needed to keep my wits about me.”

  “And now you’ve got me.”

  “Yeah.”

  “And you think your work will suffer?”

  “I really don’t know. There wasn’t a time I was at the company when I wasn’t celibate. Drawing is pretty much muscle memory at this point anyway.”

  “You’ve just got to keep your mind off my pussy,” she said with a mischievous smile.

  “For a few hours a day anyway.”

  “But not right now.”

  “No.”

  “Good,” she said, kissing me on the neck.

  “You sure?”

  “Hell, yes,” she said.

  Swooping Camilla up into my arms. I carried her into my room, not bothering to close the door behind me.

  She already had her shirt off by the time I started on her pants. Free of her fleecy prison, she scotched to the edge of the bed and spread her legs wide. Unable to wait any longer, I dove right into her pussy, licking and sucking like nobody’s business, making her moan and shake with pleasure.

  Getting her pussy nice and wet, I inched my cock inside her until I was all the way in and started pumping her slowly. Playing close attention to her responses, I worked up to a steady, moderate rhythm. Camilla moaned and squirmed under me, wrapping her legs and her arms around me to pull me in even harder.

  We came at the same time. Camilla trembling against me and me deep inside her, her pussy closed tight around me.

  Chapter Twelve - Camilla

  It was both the best and worst time of my life. Like the mix of pleasure and pain I was beginning to explore with Aden, joy and sorrow could also be tightly intertwined. The only consolation was that while the sorrow had only one source, the joy had many. As much as it hurt having to hide my relationship from Cooper, I really wasn't ready for the potential fall out. I knew my older brother better than anyone else and was all too aware of how he would take the news.

  Besides which, the things Aden and I were able to do together were amazing. For starters, there was the sex. Thanks to Aden's gentle touch and depth of experience, I was able to explore regions of the sexual experience I had never even imagined. Though it wasn't all physical, either. We were both introducing each other to our own perspectives and philosophies, not to mention our favorite parts of culture. It could have been my imagination, but I could have sworn that, as a result of our association, I was calming down quite a bit and Aden was getting a bit more adventurous. Nothing too drastic, but I did cut way down on my drinking and carousing and seemed to have broken Aden out of his hundred words per week habit. One he'd had since we were both kids—something I had always put down to Cooper being more than talkative enough for the both of them.

  I started compromising in terms of my work outfits. I still wanted to look beautiful, mostly for Aden, but not too nice as to raise suspicion. I also liked being comfortable when I could. After some experimentation, I settled on a couple cute flannel skirts that I had, both of them coming down well to my knees and some cute, tight, short-sleeved blouses with lacing around the cuffs that did beautiful things for my tits. Surely someone noticed the radical change in attire over the last few weeks, but if they did, no one said anything.

  They also didn't seem to notice that we started taking the same car, Aden's, to the office every day. Mostly to minimize the waiting time before we could fuck after work. I had never had so much sex, and I loved it.

  “What's that, then?” Aden asked as I handed the envelope.

  “My people call it an envelope,” I said.

  “Careful or you’re not getting any tonight,” he teased.

  “Really?” I asked, cocking an eyebrow.

  “Not a chance. I'll still fuck you silly.”

  “Good to know.”

  He opened the envelope with characteristic careful precision, carefully sliding out the smaller envelope inside.

  “How?” he asked.

  “Chris, he's amazing.” I beamed.

  “No argument here,” Aden said, taking out the tickets to make sure that they were actually real.

  I knew that Aden loved soccer, so I managed to wrangle him two field-side tickets to the Las Vegas Lights game that night.

  “I don't suppose we have time,” he said.

  “We do, but I thought we could go out for dinner first, and we are going to be sitting for a while, so I'd rather wait until after the game.”

  “Fair enough,” Aden said, popping the tickets into the glove box.

  ****

  Already high from a crushing 2-0 win, Aden drove directly to the building so we could celebrate properly, carrying me up to our floor bride style, not faltering once while going up the four flights of thinly carpeted stairs. It never ceased to amaze me how powerful he was. Partly because he was always so gentle with me.

  Laying me out on his bed, Aden had my skirt off before I even knew what was happening. I managed to get off my panties and open my legs before he dove in, unable to restrain himself. He usually had such fantastic self-control. When it came to my pussy, however, Aden was impulsive as hell.

  Reigning himself in a little bit, he licked my lower lips soft and long, seeming to savor being there. This tended to be his pattern. Unbridled enthusiasm getting me naked giving way to gentle precision when actually starting. Even when he spanked me, he did so with deliberate attention mixed sharp strikes with soft caresses and deep, kneading motions like a deep-muscle massage.

  “Turn over,” he whispered after bringing me to the very peak of orgasm.

  “Yes, sir,” I replied, flipping over in a second flat.

  I thought he was going to spank me. I wanted him to spank me. Instead, he lightly spread my cheeks and gave the same kind of loving attention to my asshole as he just had to my pussy, making me have to use a pillow to muffle my long, loud moans. I shouldn’t have expected a spanking. He only did that when I was naughty. I had been too well behaved, and he was in far too good a mood and was treating me accordingly. While I loved being spanked and the cocktail of sensations it could bring when done right, I was beginning to enjoy the rewards as much as the punishments.

  Aden didn't fuck me in my ass. I thought that might be where he w
as going but no. Pulling me up onto all fours, he fucked me doggy style, not getting too hard. Just a nice, steady rhythm, his huge cock working inside my tight little pussy until we both came. Aden managed to pull out and cum on the small of my back in the nick of time. I hadn't even taken off my shirt, which he didn't seem to notice, so amped was he for our postponed nightly fuck.

  Things fell back into the usual pattern. Basically ignoring each other at work before rushing home for wild, kinky sex in the evening. Usually at his place, it being ever so slightly closer to the elevators, cutting down even further on the time before we could get to it. Sometimes we didn't even make it to the bedroom, making do with his large, leather couch. Ending the evening with a collaborative gourmet meal and episodes of rerun comedies.

  Imagine my surprise, a few days later, when Aden pulled the same envelope trick on me.

  “An envelope?” I asked, really not expecting it.

  “Well spotted.”

  I ripped down one side of the envelope, leaving quite a ragged edge, pulling out two tickets of a very different sort.

  “Opera?” I asked.

  “Last I checked,” Aden said, keeping his eyes on the road.

  “Chris?” I asked.

  “Got it in one. You're really on a roll, sweetheart.”

  I blushed at him calling me sweetheart. I'd had pet names before, but they somehow sounded different coming from my brother’s best friend. Probably because it was a reminder that we were finally together. Aden really did want me the way I wanted him.

  We again held off on sex, mostly so I would be able to sit comfortably for the duration of the performance. Though I could tell Aden had something special planned for me when we got back. A thought which buzzed at the back of my mind as we listened to Chris's mom perform Carmen.

  “She's amazing,” I observed.

  “Agreed,” Aden concurred.

  Impressed as we were, Aden and I both agreed that opera wasn't really for us. One of the many things on which we agreed. Strolling from the opera house, Aden noticed a park across the street.

  “Walk?” he asked.

  It was fully dark outside, but the moon shown as a perfect sliver, and there were pinpricks of stars. All of that made the park look very romantic.

  “Sure.”

  Getting safely across the street, I slipped off my heels and managed to stick to the soft cool grass, which felt really lovely under my bare feet.

  “Hot dog?” Aden asked, spotting a small, independent cart.

  “Absolutely.”

  I sat in the grass, taking a load off as Aden went over to the cart for two hot dogs just the way we liked them.

  “You remembered!” I said as he handed me my dog.

  “Of course,” he said, sitting down beside me on the grass

  “Can I tell you a secret?” I asked shyly after my first bite.

  “Always.”

  “I'm not wearing any underwear.”

  Wolfing down his dog in record time, Aden drove just slow enough not to get a speeding ticket, pulling into his assigned parking spot twenty minutes later. Not wanting me to risk hurting myself going up the stairs in heels, or at least, so I assumed, Aden carried me up the stairs like he had after the soccer game. Also, like the aftermath of the soccer game, we managed to make it into the bedroom, and Aden had me stripped down and bent over, in a standing position beside the bed, in ten seconds flat. It helped that I was wearing an evening dress that dropped off as soon as the straps were loosed.

  “Naughty,” he said, referring to my easily bared body. I didn't even have time to agree before he landed the first hard slap on my ass.

  I yelped softly, jerking forward a bit, mostly because I hadn't really been expecting it. The next three strikes, I did anticipate and took a lot better. After a fourth sharp strike, Aden started in with the kneading, my already tenderized flesh feeling even better in his skilled hands. It was enough to make my pussy melt.

  Keeping a hand on my ass, Aden reached over and pulled open the top drawer in the nightstand. My back tensed unconsciously, knowing what that sound meant. Sure enough, the slid of the drawer was followed by the snap of a plastic cap. A bottle of lube. For some, it would have ended there, and there would have been some lovely, lubricated vaginal sex. Aden had a different idea.

  Slathering the lube on the butt plug he had surprised me with soon after we had decided to give our relationship a try, he eased it gently into my asshole, eventually getting it all the way in. I let out a long, slow breath as I had learned to do, helping me to relax and make the process easier. It was still something of a new experience for me. We'd only started trying anal, at my request, a couple weeks before, but I was getting used to it, and the butt plug felt really good in my ass.

  When the butt plug was placed correctly, Aden got on his knees behind me and devoured my pussy as my asshole was slowly stretched out, getting ready for him. My orgasm from the oral was more forceful with the added anal stimulation.

  Keeping his hands on my hips, he stood up and lovingly eased the plug out of me, setting it onto the night table. Taking down his opera-appropriate pants, Aden pressed the warm head of his cock against my stretched and ready asshole. I held my breath and tried to relax as much as possible. The effort paid off, and Aden got most of the way into my asshole. Giving me a moment to adjust, he started to pump in earnest, working his big, beefy cock deep in my little asshole.

  Aden didn't pull out in time. I couldn't blame him. If it felt half as good for him as it did for me, I can understand why he wouldn't want to stop. Besides which, the sudden rush of thick, warm cum flooding my ass actually felt really good, adding to the enormous assgasm that shook me too my core.

  Slowly pulling out, Aden cleaned me off, and we got into his bed cuddling until we went to sleep. Both of us pretty spent. I didn't dare say so, but I was deeper in love with Aden than I ever thought possible. I was going to have to tell Cooper about us soon. I just had to make sure that Aden and I were on the same page. It didn't seem likely, but Aden might have thought this was only a fling. I had to be sure.

  The next morning, I thought there was something wrong with the hot dogs. Or maybe the relish had gone off. It was the only way I could think of to explain how sick I felt when the sun came up

  “Are you feeling okay?” Aden asked when I politely turned down breakfast.

  “Yeah, I'm just not hungry,” I said, hoping he wouldn't think anything was wrong.

  I passed by a bakery on the way to the building and had to walk faster to get out of the range of the smell. I usually loved the smell of bakeries, and Aden's cooking, for that matter. Though that wasn't the oddest thing. The weirdest thing by far was my sudden and abiding craving for fish sticks and custard.

  It was at work that the bomb was dropped. After my twelfth trip to the bathroom to throw up food I didn't remember eating, Ryan's very pregnant wife, Molly, took me aside.

  “Are you pregnant?” she whispered, trying to keep things subtle.

  “W-what?” I asked, not even considering this an option.

  “Come on, honey. You've been to the bathroom how many times?”

  She had a point. It was certainly possible, Aden had cum in me enough times, though I had to be sure.

  On my lunch break, I slipped out before Ryan could send me on another deli run and got a pregnancy test at a nearby pharmacy. Unable to wait, I went to a fast-food restaurant and took the test in the bathroom.

  Positive.

  Nope, couldn't tell Aden or Cooper yet. They would freak-out. I had no idea what to do.

  Chapter Thirteen - Aden

  Love and friendship can be shockingly difficult to navigate. Particularly in complex situations. And it didn't really get more complicated than Camilla, Cooper, and me. Not only because Cooper was under the laughably inaccurate impression that I loved Camilla like a sister. I loved her all right, but there was nothing familial about it.

  I had see
n him try to go after guys for looking at her twice like it was his job to protect his little sister from the big bad world. I shuddered to think what he might, at least try, to do if he found out what Camilla and I had been doing—particularly in the bedroom. This was something that actually made me angry when I thought about it. Not only was Camilla a grown woman and able to make her own decisions, but there was also a lot more to our relationship than sex. We really liked hanging out and were teaching each other a lot of cool things.

  She gave me a crash course on music genres I'd never heard of, including some metal styles like Japanese Thrash, and I was educating her on independent and alternative cartoons and comics. It was a glorious litany of art, culture, philosophy, and sex that was nothing but beautiful. Not to mention that I loved her so much it almost hurt. To think that anyone would want to sully it for any reason, let alone the petty ones that Cooper seemed to harbor, made me really angry.

  This was a large part of the reason why, since the night after the club when Camilla and I decided to give our relationship a try, I had done my best to avoid Cooper. Not because of what he might do to me but out of concern for what I might end up doing to him. I had been a soldier, after all. Something Cooper seemed to have forgotten. At least going by the number of times that he'd tried to step up to me. I always stepped back, of course. Cooper know doubt thinking that I was afraid. The fact was the whole situation was so ridiculous if it went on too long, I might just burst out laughing.

  It wasn't that I didn't miss Cooper as a friend. I did, but I valued what I was building with Camilla a whole lot more, and if I had to choose, which it was looking like I was going to, it was going to be Camilla every time.

  Things went reasonably well the first couple of weeks. I just stuck to my work while at the office, being even more productive than I had been before and nobody being any the wiser. I was mostly being left alone to bond with Camilla and build our relationship in peace. Something I was delighted for. Any remaining doubts were long ago obliterated. Camilla was the one, and I knew it.