Secret Desire: Leihla & Ben (Taboo Forbidden Erotica) (2 page)

When I looked up, I saw that Ben was standing in the doorway, watching me with an expression of shock on his face. I felt my cheeks flush, I quickly got up.

Ben’s gaze now traveled to the computer screen, where that picture of ’me’ and ’him’ was still prominently displayed.

I could see the same blush that was burning up my cheeks, now spreading across his, and his Adam’s apple bobbed up and down as he tried to swallow away his embarrassment.

“I—that—I—school project!” he quickly exclaimed, rubbing the back of his head.

I gave him a ’yeah, right’ look, and walked up to him. I don’t know what came over me, then. The desire was still raging through my belly, and as I stood before him, I gently placed my lips on his… and kissed him!

His arms dropped to his sides as our mouths touched. His lips felt as smooth as mine, soft and a little wet, and he kissed me back. Then his hand brushed my arm, and I broke the kiss, surprised and unsettled at what had just happened.

I stammered an excuse, and quickly left the room. Before I closed the door, I caught the look in his eyes: that hungry look I’d seen there before, full of yearning, and I knew I felt the same way about him. But of course I couldn’t—we couldn’t. He was my brother. How could we possibly do something that was so wrong?

I raced to my room, and threw myself on my bed, buried my head in my pillow, and groaned in agony. I was in love with my brother, and he was in love with me, and I felt nauseous and wonderful all at the same time. I flipped over, staring at the ceiling as I remembered the feel of his lips on mine. So soft, so tender, so loving… I wanted more, I wanted
him
, here with me,
right now
.

But of course it couldn’t be.

***

We avoided each other for the rest of the day. I cooked spaghetti, and we ate it in silence, him in front of the TV and me in the kitchen. And while I stole a glance at him from time to time, he never returned it, preferring to ignore me completely.

And I’d started to think that perhaps what I’d seen and experienced had just been my imagination… But it hadn’t. It had actually happened. I’d kissed my brother, and it had changed everything between us forever. I saw that now, and I felt a dull ache in my heart. From being friends we’d gone to being absolute strangers. And all because of one kiss…

As I prepared for bed that night, the thought of those pictures Ben had made of me and him kept going through my head. He must have spent hours making those. I traced my fingers across my lips again, imagining my brother kissing me. This time, though, I opened my mouth, and imagined his tongue darting in, licking me inside. A sudden heat flashed through my lower belly at the thought of our bodies touching, his chest pressing against my boobs, his tongue in my mouth…

In that moment, I wanted him so much, it was all I could do not to go over to his room, and throw myself into his arms. Instead, I plopped down onto the bed, feeling miserable.

I don’t know how long I lay there, but when I woke up, it was dark outside. Groggily, I pushed myself up from the bed, and headed over to the bathroom.

Stumbling through the corridor, still half asleep, I passed by Ben’s room, and paused for a moment, remembering what happened before and wincing a little. I made my way to the bathroom and pushed open the door without knocking. I was surprised to find the light on, and even more when, blinking against the bright light, my eyes focused, and I saw Ben sitting on the toilet, butt naked. He was holding a pair of my panties in one hand, his thumb rubbing the crotch, and furiously working his cock with the other.

In fact he was so engrossed that he didn’t even notice me until I let out a soft whimper as I took in the size of him. Both Ben and I are of slender build, but that absolutely didn’t apply to his cock. That thing was huge!

He looked up, then, and shock didn’t even begin to describe the expression on his face. Hurriedly he threw a towel across his lap, and exclaimed, “Leihla!”

I shook my head, confused, and quickly exited the bathroom, slamming the door behind me.

“Leihla! Wait!” he cried, but I was already hurrying down the stairs to the second bathroom.

And it was as I sat there, making a tinkle, that the image of Ben’s enormous cock came back to me. For the first time I’d seen what my brother looked like naked, and the thought sent flutters down my belly, spreading all the way to my pussy.

I opened my legs a little wider, and as the last droplets of pee fell into the toilet bowl, I reached a tentative hand toward my lips. They were wet, and not just with pee.

I slipped a finger in, and began to massage the heat that was vibrating between my legs. While I rubbed my clit in slow, circular movements, I imagined it was Ben’s hand, touching me there. I now quickly closed the toilet seat and sat down on top of it, my feet up and legs wide. I’d seen one of my mom’s hair brushes lying near the sink, and grabbed it. The handle was nowhere near the size of my brother’s cock, but it would have to do for now. At least the handle was thick, almost an inch, and inserting it into my wet pussy, I moaned with pleasure.

Was this how Ben’s cock would feel? Sliding the brush a little deeper, I moved my thumb over my clit, rubbing it faster and faster, while the brush slid in and out with ease. The handle was now glistening with my juices. I shoved it deeper still, right up to the hilt, as the pressure and the tension built inside me.

I pulled up my nightie, and fondled my small breasts, plunging the brush deeper into my pussy. My nipples, normally puffy and wide, were puckering up, and I squeezed my tit hard, tugging at the nipple. How would Ben’s hot hands feel on my tits? How would it feel if he put his mouth there, suckling at my nipple, flicking the tip with his tongue?
Oh, God.
The thought sent ripples of excitement through my lower belly and all the way up my spine.

I was fucking myself with my mom’s brush now, pulling it out and plunging it in, wet sounds echoing through the bathroom, and imagining it was Ben’s huge cock, taking possession of his sister’s pussy. The toilet seat was slick with my juices, dripping from my cunt. I touched a finger to my ass: it was wet, too. Then an idea occurred to me: now that I was so wet, the brush barely put pressure against the walls of my pussy, so I carefully inserted it into my ass. It went in smoothly, lubricated by my cunt juices. I shoved it in, then pushed three fingers inside my pussy, my thumb never leaving my clit.

Waves of pleasure now rushed through me, while I assfucked and fingerfucked myself. I could feel the tension building up and up, my lips contracting around my fingers, my asshole squeezing around my mom’s brush, my clit on fire. Then suddenly, something uncoiled deep inside me, and I came, bucking and writhing against my hand, almost slipping off the toilet.

A sound had me open my eyes, and when I looked up, there stood Ben, watching me with rapt attention, his mouth slightly open, and an enormous erection straining at the crotch of his boxers.

“Ben!” I cried. Now it was my turn to quickly grab for a towel and cover myself.

He didn’t say a word, merely gave me a long, dark, lingering look, then quickly withdrew and left me there, panting and blushing with shame and embarrassment.

From an early age, I’d always had fantasies about Ben and I undressing before each other, slowly removing our clothes one by one, until we were both completely naked. I’d always imagined the look on his face, in those beautiful blue eyes, as he watched me undress—seeing me, all of me, absolutely naked and vulnerable before him, naked for the first time.

The way he’d seen me now, my body cresting into orgasm, was not the way I’d imagined our first time to be. But the thought of what he’d seen still sent shivers of excitement rippling through me. For the first time, he’d seen all of me, and I’d seen all of him. And I knew right then and there that I wanted him more than I’d ever wanted anything before. I wanted my brother to be my lover, my first, the one who would take my virginity.

As I lay in bed, I kept hoping he’d come to me in the middle of the night, slip into bed with me. We’d both get naked, touch each other. Oh, the thought of Ben touching me everywhere, his body against mine, his lips on mine… Those sweet, cherry lips, our tongues mingling…

Wrong, oh so wrong, and yet…
 

I cupped my mound over the soft material of my cotton panties and could feel the wetness, once again spreading there. I slipped my hand underneath the elastic band, and my fingers found my lips as wet as before. I rocked my pelvis against the palm of my hand, as I started fingering myself, my other hand pushing up my shirt and pinching my nipples.

How would it feel like if my little brother would put his soft hands on my breasts, touch me there, squeeze my nipples with his fingers, lick me there…

What if he put his tongue to my clit? His face buried between my thighs, my hands tousling his ash blond tresses… Licking, sucking… What would his cock taste like? Suddenly, I felt such a yearning, such a strong desire to have sex with my very own brother, that I could barely control the urge. I wanted his cock in my mouth, wanted to taste him, feel him…

“Sis?”

A small voice broke into the fantasy, and when I opened my eyes, there was Ben, standing beside my bed looking down at me. I could barely make him out in the darkness of the room, and I was pretty sure he hadn’t seen me writhing and squirming, controlled by the most powerful erotic fantasy I’d ever had. In fact, just when he’d spoken, the first spasms of orgasm had started rocking my body.

“Ben!” I said, flustered.

He seemed to hesitate, then spoke again. “There’s something I need to tell you, Leihla.”

I pulled down my nightshirt over my breasts, and sat up in bed.

“Sure,” I said, willing my voice to sound normal, though my heart was beating in my throat. “What is it?”

I hugged my arms over my breasts, still sensitive after my recent treatment, and swallowed uncomfortably. After what had happened, I really didn’t know what to say. It was one thing to fantasize about having sex with Ben, but now that he was here, reality put its customary damper on my wild and crazy desires.

He sat on the floor next to my bed, and stared into space. He, too, seemed at a loss for words.

He inclined his head, staring at the floor. “I know you’ve been wondering why I don’t have a girlfriend, Leihla,” he said. “The reason is… I’m in love…” He faltered, then screwed up his courage, and said, “With my sister.”

He looked up, and in spite of the darkness, I could see his eyes sizing me up, gauging my reaction. I didn’t move, not knowing how to respond to what I already knew.

“I’m in love with you, Leihla, and I’ve been for a very long time. There’s only one girl for me, and that’s you.”

“But, Ben,” I said softly. “You’re my brother. We can’t—I can’t—”

“Adoptive brother,” he corrected me.

He sat up, and brushed a hand against my leg. I shivered at his touch.

“Ben, we really shouldn’t,” I said.

“But don’t you see? We’re not really siblings. Oh, Leihla, even before I knew about the adoption, I was in love with you. Haven’t you ever noticed the way I look at you? You must have.”

I had. Not just that time at the beach, but every time I stepped out of the bathroom, a towel wrapped around me, Ben always just happened to step out into the corridor and pass me by, his eyes expressing a yearning that was much more than brotherly affection.

“I also have a confession to make,” I said hesitantly. I know I should have simply sent him back to his room, but I wanted him just as much as he wanted me, and I couldn’t fight the temptation anymore. He was so close now, and the darkness provided an intimacy that was intoxicating. It was as if a small, still voice inside me urged me on, when I said, “I’ve been thinking about you as well.”

“You have?”

“Ever since I saw you today, I’ve been wondering…”

I faltered, not knowing how to voice the thought. What I’d wanted to say was, “Ever since I saw you today, I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you, wanting you, loving you…”

“I feel the same way about you, Ben,” I finally said, and I could hear him draw in a sharp breath at these words. I don’t know who moved first, then. All I know is that suddenly his lips were on mine, taking my mouth with a passion we both felt, and his hand was on my chest, his fingers curling around my breast, kneading it through my shirt.

Now it was my turn to gasp. I hadn’t realized how strongly I’d react to Ben touching me like that.

“Oh, Leihla,” he said hoarsely, when he broke the kiss.

For a moment, we were at a threshold. We could stop right there, or we could take things further. Much further. For there wasn’t a doubt in my mind that once we crossed this boundary, there was no turning back and we would go all the way. I could sense how hungry Ben was to have sex with me, and I was just as hungry for him.

In a split second, I decided. I pulled my sleeping shirt over my head, and sat, naked and vulnerable, before my little brother, my small breasts exposed for him to see and do with as he pleased.

For a long moment, he simply sat and watched, as moonlight played over my pale skin, my dark areolae yearning for his touch, then he lifted his head and searched my face for approval. I nodded, drawing in a deep breath to still my beating heart, and slowly, very gently, he placed both hands on my breasts, merely touching them lightly, as if they were the most precious treasure he’d ever touched.

“God, you’re beautiful,” he whispered, as his fingers first caressed the swell of my breasts, then the sides, then my nipples, instantly responding to his touch by puckering slightly. He played his index fingers across my nipples, then carefully took them between thumb and forefinger and rolled them, squeezed them ever so gently.

“You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen, Leihla,” he breathed, moving closer and placing his full hands on my breasts, kneading my flesh with his warm, slender fingers.

His touch sent shivers down my spine, and I opened my mouth in a silent sigh.

He was on his knees now; his face level with my breasts. He gently cupped one breast in both hands, and placed a gentle kiss on my nipple. It instantly perked up at the touch of his lips. He then sucked my nipple into his mouth and licked it—slowly—deliberately. Sucking it. Softly nibbling it.