Another Family Affair: An Extreme Taboo Anthology

by A. A. Davies

  “Adam? Look, I’m really sorry, okay? I’m just drunk. Can’t we forget about it?” He doesn’t answer, so I sigh and drop my head against the door. “Come on, bro. Don’t make me feel worse than I already do.” When he still doesn’t respond, I swing open his door in frustration. “Adam! I’m trying to apolo—”

  The sight of him stops me in my tracks. He’s sitting at his desk, headphones covering his ears as he thrusts his very hard, very large erection into his palm. It’s not just the fact that the panties I left in the bathroom hamper are pressed against his nose that shocks me. It’s that I can clearly see the selfie I sent him last week on his computer. I inch closer, allowing me to barely hear his faint whispers. “Isabela.”

  All he would have to do is turn around to see me, and honestly, that sets my skin ablaze even more.

  “Fuck yes, take my cock,” he murmurs into the fabric.

  I don’t know when my point of view of him changed, yet as I stare at the muscles in his arms flexing with each stroke, I find my own hands lowering inside my panties. All I want is to watch him come knowing I’m who he’s fantasizing about.

  Even without his awareness of my presence, it’s as if our bodies sense each other when he moans out my name, his come squirting across his chest right before my own orgasm crashes through me. I bite my lip to be quiet even though he can’t hear me with his headphones on.

  When he leans back against his chair, he covers his face in his hands and groans, “Fuck.”

  The amount of pain in his voice makes my stomach tumble to my knees. I back down the hall before he notices me, quietly crawling into my bed.

  I hate that he feels so guilty for his desire even though I understand it. These emotions are clearly perverse. No normal, healthy person would have them, but no matter how hard I try to erase the mental image of my brother touching himself in the sexiest of fucking ways, it plays on repeat in my brain.

  Succumbing to the ache between my thighs, I reach down, giving in and letting my darkest thoughts consume me until they once again bring me to climax.

  VI: Weakness

  Adam

  Isabela still isn’t awake. It’s Sunday, though, so she won’t need to be in class, and to be honest, after what went down last night, I’m glad for the time to clear my head.

  I can’t believe she kissed me.

  I can’t believe I kissed her back.

  It was probably half stupidity and half denial that led me to convince myself her living here would in any way eliminate my deplorable desires.

  The tequila didn’t help the situation, so it’s unfortunate I happen to be somewhat of an alcoholic. As I fill up the coffee pot with water, I assure myself that when the newness of our situation wears off, this unexpected craving will too.

  “Morning, roomie.”

  My lips lift at the sound of her voice, and I turn to her, nearly dropping the coffee pot when I see what she’s wearing. Her long legs are bare, her panties covering at least as much as a swimsuit would. Her white tank top, however, is nearly sheer, allowing me a clear view of not only her nipples but the ample shape of her breasts.

  “What the hell do you have on? Put on some goddamn clothes. Jesus Christ.”

  Ignoring me, she makes her way across the kitchen to reach into the cabinet for a mug, giving me an eyeful of her round ass peeking out from beneath her panties. My dick grows in my boxers no matter how much I mentally beg it not to.

  “If I’m going to live here, then I get to walk around in my underwear like you do,” she retorts.

  I refuse to let her see how hard I am. We’re obviously going to ignore the horny elephant in the room, so I grind out, “Fine. We’ll both get dressed. You first.”

  She rolls her eyes yet thankfully leaves the kitchen. I can’t help but watch her ass as she heads toward the hall. Once I hear her bedroom door close, I let out a heavy sigh and go to my own room. I stare at my reflection in the mirror as I pull on my sweatpants, reminding myself that this is Isabela, not some random hookup.

  She’s already back in the kitchen when I return, and though she technically has clothes on, they don’t cover much…especially those shorts.

  “How do you want it?”

  My eyes spring up to hers, worried she caught me staring. “I’m sorry?”

  “Your coffee?”

  “Oh…uh a cube of sugar and some milk.”

  I make a one-eighty turn to the bathroom when she bends over to dig through the silverware drawer. As soon as the door is closed behind me, I splash cold water on my face. I’m being too hard on myself. She’s growing up into a stunning woman. Maybe what I’m feeling is more normal than I realize. What really matters is I don’t act on it.

  When I feel as composed as I can make myself, I return to find Isabela in the living room with our coffees, flipping through the comics I left out last night. Without looking up from the pages, she asks, “What are we doing today?”

  I assumed she would have her own plans. I was hoping to get more work done on the new issue that needs to be sent out for production next week, but spending the day with her sounds more appealing than expected and waiting until tomorrow to work won’t hurt anything.

  I take a seat next to her on the couch and turn on the TV. “We can do some more unpacking and then pick somewhere to go for lunch.”

  “Come on,” she whines. “We have forever to unpack my shit. Let’s do something fun.”

  I rest my head against the couch. “Like what?”

  She jumps up to her feet. “Don’t worry about it. Go shower. I’ll make the plans.” Spinning on her heel, she runs down the hall before hollering, “And put on a swimsuit!”

  I take a few more sips of coffee and return to the kitchen to add something stronger.

  With my mug empty, I head to my room to do what she asked. After I’m dressed in my swim trunks and a tee, I find her in the kitchen wearing those tiny shorts and a bikini top, adding food along with a tequila bottle to a basket.

  “What’s all this?”

  She grins as I force my eyes to meet hers instead of trailing down her exposed legs. “We’re going on a picnic!”

  Her excitement for something so basic makes me grin. “A picnic? That’s your big plan?”

  Tapping the tequila bottle, she grins. “It’s more of a drink-nic. Let’s go before all the good spots are taken.”

  I’m not sure day drinking is the smartest idea right now. Before I can say anything, she totes the picnic basket and a beach bag out of the apartment. “Are you at least going to tell me where we’re going?”

  “South Beach…obviously.”

  She sings off-key the entire way to the beach, exactly like she has since she was a kid, and although I’ve always thought it was cute, somehow, it’s sexy now. I shake my head because ‘sexy’ is the last word that should describe anything about Isabela.

  I park the car, and she grabs the bag, making her way to the beach as I follow behind her with the picnic basket. She smooths out our towels and lathers herself with tanning lotion while I lay back, closing my eyes so I’m not tempted to offer applying her lotion myself.

  A few minutes later she asks, “Wanna take a shot?”

  Cracking my eyes open has me jolting upright. She’s completely bare for everyone on the fucking beach to see. South Beach may be open about its topless policy, but that rule doesn’t apply to Isabela.

  “What the hell are you doing?!” God, it’s impossible to keep my eyes off her perfectly perky breasts bouncing right in front of me.

  “Not getting tan lines…obviously.”

  This makes me extremely uncomfortable. I just don’t know if it’s because of the new light I’ve been seeing her in lately, or because I’ll never be okay with her showing her boobs to anyone able to look.

  “Are you wanting to piss me off?” My jaw hurts from how hard I’m clenching it.

  “If my tits piss you off, that’s on you, bro.”

  She’s trying to get under my skin, and fuc
k, it’s working. “Seriously, Isabela, put on a goddamn top.”

  She rolls her eyes, relieving me when she covers herself. “Whatever. Are we drinking this tequila or what?”

  I shake my head as she throws back a swig from the bottle then follow her lead. Fuck me, I do need a shot.

  Luckily, she keeps her clothes on as we spend the day making fun of people on the beach. I don’t remember the last time we’ve hung out like this. I’ve missed it.

  My stomach growls reminding me how hungry I am. “Are we going to actually eat at this picnic?”

  “Ooh, yes. I made chicken wraps.” She sets out the plastic plates, tossing a wrap and a bag of chips on mine.

  My teeth barely sink into the sandwich when a male voice speaks behind me.

  “Isabela?”

  Her eyes widen as she drops her food onto her plate, quickly wiping her mouth. “Chad?!” She jumps to her feet to meet the bleach blond with a smile that belongs on a toothpaste commercial.

  All my muscles tense when she hugs him, and he rests his hands above her ass. Chad. I remember this motherfucker. He cheated on Isabela their junior year in high school, completely obliterating her heart. So why the hell is she hugging him like that?

  Tossing his hair out of his eyes, he asks, “Hey, what are you doing tonight? A friend of mine is having a party. You down?”

  Sorry, Chad, there’s no way she’ll bail on me to hang out with a piece of shit like you.

  “Um…” Isabela looks at me as if asking my permission. Seriously? I’m sure my eyebrows shoot up in disbelief. Her gaze narrows on me for a moment before she straightens with a big smile and hands him her phone. “Sure, put in your number.”

  I don’t stop my scoff when he enters his contact information into her cell. The bastard nods at me as he walks away, and Isabela sits back down with that smug smile she used to wear when she won at Candy Land.

  “You’re actually going to a party with that prick?”

  Crossing her arms, she tilts her head with a smirk. “Is there a reason you don’t want me to go? Aside from the fact that you’re obviously not a Chad fan?”

  I grab the tequila bottle and throw back a big swig. “Nope.”

  VII: Little Voyeur

  Isabela

  Chad Evanston is a cheating fuckboy who can kiss my ass. I’ll admit, seeing him for the first time since graduation was a bit of a shock, but the look on Adam’s face was worth it.

  The idea of catching him jerking off again springs into my brain, and I can’t get the image out of my head. I thought day drinking would have loosened him up enough to at least kiss me again, but other than the occasional boner he attempted to hide, it was a normal day.

  He’s been in a mood since we got home from the beach, and it’s really hard not to smile when I know it’s because of Chad and the party. When he finally gets in the shower, I knock on his bathroom door. “I’m going to head out. I want to meet up with Jessie first.”

  “Bye,” he bites out.

  I grin, sneaking back to my room to watch for him through the crack in the door. My heart pounds loud in my chest when he leaves his room completely naked. How have I never noticed how cute his ass is?

  As I wait for him to return, my common sense rears its head. I slump my shoulders with a silent groan. This is completely insane. What am I even doing? Being here with him has made me completely crazy. I sigh, about to give up on this ridiculous plan when he walks back into the hall to return to his room.

  The increase in my heart rate has my stomach twisting itself into a kink. What exactly am I expecting to happen if I do find him like I did last night?

  As I pass his room, I tell myself to keep moving. To walk out the front door and to my car. I’ll go to Jessie’s and admit my fantasies. She’ll be my voice of reason.

  Regardless of my good intentions, I find my hand on his door handle, turning it slowly.

  His heavy breathing can be heard as soon as I walk in. Nearly in the exact same position as last night, he’s wearing headphones with my panties against his nose and my picture on the computer.

  A huge knot is stuck in my throat as I tiptoe closer. If he looks up and sees me, I have no idea how he’ll react.

  “Yes, suck it.”

  His fist pumps rapidly as he thrusts up to meet the motion. The curiosity of how he would feel in my own hand has me inching forward. The moment he closes his eyes to take a deep inhale of my lingerie, I fall to my knees between his legs. Before he opens his eyes to stop me or I change my mind, I wrap my lips around his tip and suck.

  He instantly lurches beneath me, ripping off the headphones as I look up to see his eyes wide in horror. “No, no, no.” His voice begins as a whisper yet gets louder with every word he speaks. The panic in his tone has me taking him out of my mouth, not sure what to say. “Fuck, why did you do that?!”

  The disgust in his blue eyes chokes me with shame as I nod toward the computer. “I…I saw you last night.” His cock jerks as his chest heaves harder with each intake of breath. “You’ve clearly thought about this too.”

  Slowly, I reach up, wrapping my fingers around his length, gently stroking. He squeezes my wrist, and just when I think he’s going to yell at me, he uses his grip to guide my hand up and down. Never taking his eyes off mine, he grinds out, “This is very fucking bad.”

  Honestly, I think that’s part of why it’s so hot. The wrongness of it has me soaking through my underwear when he pushes down on my head with a groan, shoving himself between my lips.

  “You came in here and watched me last night?” I nod since my mouth is full of my brother. A half laugh releases when he clutches a chunk of my hair to move my head up and down faster. “You little voyeur.”

  Drool drips down my chin as I gag around his girth. Jolts of arousal pulse their way between my legs and I wonder if I could come from this alone. Reaching inside my panties, I rub at my swollen clit.

  He thrusts his hips to fuck my face so hard I’m scared he’ll make me throw up. Suddenly, with a frustrated growl, he holds my arms, pushing me off him. I gasp for breath as he lifts me to my feet and grabs my throat, kissing me with even more aggression than he did last night. He walks me backward to the bed, his quick strides twice as long as mine, nearly making me trip.

  Releasing my neck, he pushes me back onto the bed, not even waiting until I’ve landed to start ripping off my shorts and panties. It’s as if he thinks that if we don’t do this quickly then we’ll come to our senses and stop.

  His hands claw down my thighs, his gaze fixed between my legs. “This is beyond fucked up.” He pants heavily, pushing my legs, as far apart as they will go, and I moan at the stretch. His tongue explores my folds before he sucks my throbbing clit between his lips. “I’m going to hell for how much I love your taste.”

  As his tongue dips into my hole and flicks at my clit, my mind fabricates fantasies of what could have been if we’d understood this desire sooner. I find myself pretending we’re back at our parents’ house, giving in to the deviance of it all. “Yes, eat my pussy, big brother.”

  Those words have him digging his fingers into my thighs as he devours me. Every inch of my flesh comes alive as I explode my pleasure into his mouth. My heart’s still pounding from my orgasm when he climbs up my body. He hovers above me, his cock, which I’m aching to feel, rests on my clit as I shamelessly thrust against the side of his shaft.

  Touching his forehead to mine, he groans. “Fuck.” He lifts my shirt, pulling down the cup of my bra to rub his thumb over my hardened nipple. “We’re gonna hate ourselves for this…”

  I kiss him and squeeze his hips, pressing myself harder against him. “Just put in the tip for a second,” I whisper.

  “Shit.” His head dips down to suckle at my breast. “You’re so fucking hot.” When his eyes meet mine, I see regret, tearing my heart in half. “And you shouldn’t be.” He taps himself against my clit, rubbing the head along my entrance. In one movement, he raises his ass and shoves into
me, ripping a gasp from my throat. “Fuck that’s a tight fit.” So much for only ‘putting in the tip’. His movements become faster before he leans back to rub his thumb over my hard nub. “I can’t believe we’re doing this.”

  I touch his face to make him look at me as I meet each of his thrusts. “It’s okay, I promise. It’s our secret.”

  He fucks me so hard, it’s almost as if he’s trying to hurt me.

  Flipping me to my stomach, his fingers squeeze my waist as he lifts my ass in the air. Without warning, he impales me again. The longer he goes, the faster he pumps. “You look so gorgeous around my cock.”

  I don’t think he’s slowed his pace once, and I’m beginning to get sore. He fists my hair as another orgasm inches toward the brink. Kissing up my back, he whispers, “Roll over. I want to see your face when you come.”

  Once I obey, he throws my legs over his arms and hammers back into me. His thumb circles my clit, and before long, I’m coming with such ferocity that I arch my back and cry out. When I open my eyes, he’s watching himself going in and out of my pussy.

  Lifting his gaze to mine, he pleads, “I love you. Please don’t hate me for this.”

  He jolts, moaning his pleasure with obscenities as he empties himself into my body. I’ve never had someone come inside me before, and I love how warm it feels. As soon as he breaks our connection, he shakes his head, and I can tell he’s about to freak out.

  Taking his hand, I tug on his arm so he’ll lie next to me. I kiss the worried creases on his forehead before touching my lips to his. “I could never hate you, bro.” His eyes squeeze shut, making me wonder if those words were somehow the wrong ones.

  VIII: Liar

  Adam

  Fuck, fuck, fucking fuck.

  How did I let that happen? I’ve always known I was a dick, but a sicko? A legitimately disgusting human being? I’d never thought that’s who I was before now.