1 comments/ 5342 views/ 0 favorites Where The Heart Is By: Kozuka Disclaimer: A short ode to secretsxywriter's 'Homecoming'. Somewhat of a follow-up story, though not directly related. Enjoy! ----- You're up earlier than I remember from eighteen months ago, but then again I've been gone a long time, and besides, you have a job to attend to. I groan at the thought of having to burn a month's leave when you'll be away each day working. You peek into the bedroom from the bathroom, tossing a sly wink my way clad only in my oil-wicking desert tan t-shirt with a toothbrush jutting out of your mouth; I grin at you and you disappear back into the bathroom to get ready. I can feel the energy still clinging to the air from the sexual rendezvous experienced the night prior; its evident in the way you incessantly hum as you go about your hygiene routine, and in the way I throw myself to the floor to knockout a couple sets of naked push-ups. Your laughter sounding from the doorway lets me know you're watching me exercise and I put on a show for you, pressing on until my muscles are sore, dog tags jangling playfully as they swing about my neck. You tell me how sexy and strong I am and I offer a grin in return, coming to my knees. I can see the desire in your eyes as we hold a stare, your teeth chewing upon your lower lip in the fashion that I find infinitely cute; you distract yourself from my naked body by drawing the blinds, allowing sunshine to pour into the room unfiltered. You ask me if I could put some coffee on and I oblige, boldly leaving the room in all my nude glory. I busy myself in the kitchen, setting the coffee maker up to brew a full pot; who knows, maybe this time I'll try a cup. From the kitchen I hear the shower cut on and I stop what I'm doing, devious thoughts racing through my head. You are oblivious to what I'm scheming, even as I rap upon the bathroom door to tell you that I have to go now, I got a call and something came up; your disappointed voice sounds off over the noise of the running water, telling me you love me; I return the heartfelt one-liner and make my way back to the kitchen. I fix the cup of coffee just the way you like it, but I doubt you'll be getting to it in time to consume it hot. Your shower is cut short, presumably because you're running low on time and need to head to work. A smile comes to my face as I bide my time in the kitchen, watching the sun rise higher into the sky through the far off window. I listen to you hustle and bustle about the bedroom in a fit to get dressed quicker, and I envision the articles of clothing you toss aside in disgust in an attempt to find the perfect outfit. Women. Moments later, the clacking of heels meets my ears and I assume you're ready to leave. Seconds later, you round the corner, head lowered as you check the contents of your purse making sure you have everything. You don't see me yet, as you're busy fishing something out of your purse; it's a cell phone, which you put to your ear as you stroll away from me, your back turned. I'm amazed you didn't see me, but it only plays into my hand. You converse with whom I assume is your boss, telling him you're running late and that you'll be in as soon as possible. I approach you from behind and waste no time in placing my hands on your hips, feeling your body convulse reflexively; I calm you with a gentle whisper placed directly into your ear, and your body relaxes within my grasp, though you remain on the phone. Your boss is not happy and he intends to tell you exactly why. I ignore the phone and push your hair aside, placing kisses on your neck; you are torn between gasping for more and telling me off, but you can't since you're entertaining an agitated superior. I slide my hands inside your skirt slowly, feeling the soft fabric of your underwear upon my fingertips. You recline against me as you stutter an answer to your boss, my lips devouring one of your helpless earlobes. You attempt to put a word in edgewise with your boss but he yells at you and places you on hold; I seize the opportunity to spin you around, placing a kiss on your lips before you have a chance to protest. I back you into a wall, my hands groping your breasts through your blouse as I assault your neck with lips. You gasp my name and half-heartedly tell me 'not now'; I ignore your feeble attempt to sway my decision. Your boss comes back on the line to give you a bit more of his mind. I capitalize once more on your predicament, dropping to a squat whilst deftly sliding the skirt down over your hips and down your legs, until it ended up in a puddle of fabric around your heels. You shoot me an accusing look and try to cover yourself up with a free hand, but I pay no attention to it. I attack your panties next, curling them down your legs until they join your skirt are your heels, and then I position myself before your exposed sex, eyeing it curiously. You are excited and it clearly shows; I return the accusing stare you offered me only seconds earlier and a blush spreads across your face. I shake my head and place my hands upon your thighs, spreading them to reveal your womanhood in its entirety; your lips are slightly swollen and begging for attention, so I opt to give it to them. I peel your lips apart with two fingers and slowly trail my tongue over your opening; you moan, loudly, enough to where your boss asks you just what the hell that was; you hurriedly assure him it was nothing, tossing your head back to rest it on the wall. Your legs tremble as I dive my tongue within you, returning the favor you so graciously bestowed upon me the night before; it's the least that I can do. Your hand is raking through my hair, encouraging me now, abandoning your earlier vigil; I accept the reinforcement and show my loyalty by plundering your pussy with my middle finger, raking it upon your anterior wall, deftly pressing upon your most sensitive flesh. You gasp and nearly drop the phone. I stroke your insides while licking your outside, my tongue alternating between your moist lips and your engorged clitoris; your fingers twist within my hair, but I ignore the slight pain it causes. I reach up awkwardly from my position and snatch the phone away, bringing it to my own ear; I calmly tell your boss that you won't be able to make it into work today, official military business, I hope he can understand. I hang up and you waste no time in issuing a throaty moan that makes my cock stiffen. You gyrate your hips upon my face as I eat you out, my tongue swirling lewdly about your womanly folds. You take to removing the rest of your clothing as I toss the phone aside, concentrating solely on you now. Your shirt hits the floor and your bra quickly follows. I look up to see your head tossed back, your hands gripping your breasts, nipples pinched. You tell me 'don't stop'; I have no intention to. I introduce to you my index finger and it drives you literally up the wall; the combined effort of my two fingers brings about an immediate reaction and you cum swiftly. You moan loudly, wailing toward the ceiling, but I show no reprieve. I stand up now, my fingers still toying with your tight pussy, and I place a kiss on your lips, allowing you to taste yourself upon me; you greedily accept and our tongues tango. I wrap an arm around your waist, feeling you react instinctively with your legs going about my hips. I lift you from the floor and replace my fingers with the head of my erect penis and it drives the breath from your lungs. We both moan when I lower you down onto my cock. Your breasts begin to sway as you bounce up and down upon my phallus. I can see the question in your eyes. You want to know why I went to this length. I smile and tilt my head, offering a coy shrug. You close your eyes and lean your head back once again, your hands gripping my shoulders as I take control. I try to tell you how glad I am that I'm back, but my words get lost in your familiar cries of ecstasy. I think you know, anyway. Where the Heart Is Dante walked up towards the large country mansion; truly it was magnificent with its stone carvings but it still dwarfed his by far. He rang the door bell and waited. This was going to be an exciting five day visit, the main reason was to celebrate his best friend's birthday as well as being a small and intimate reunion too. Theo's father and his had been business partners for over twenty years and they had grown up like two brothers. He was looking forward to spending time with his God-children Jemima and Jeremy. They belonged to Maya-Theo's sister, but he smiled when he remembered Theo's youngest sister; Belle. He had always teased her since he's known her and with a five year gap it wasn't a wonder why. She had always found him to be arrogant and she was too direct and opinionated. "Hey, Dante. How are you?" Theo's voice brought him out of his thoughts. He could hear the footsteps of the twins running towards them. Stepping into the hall, he was wrapped around by fours arms. The twins had grown so much since he last saw those three months ago and they were only seven. "Did you miss me Dante?" Jemima asked excitedly. As she smiled he could see one tooth was missing. "Has the tooth-fairy visited you lately?" he asked sweeping her off her feet. "Hehehe I'm too old for that now" she replied. "I've brought my cars so we can play" Jeremy said smiling; he too had a tooth missing. "Let Dante get in first, I'm sure he's tired" Theo said laughingly. He knew how energetic his niece and nephew could be. "Good to see you Dante. How was your trip?" Maya asked as she walked towards him followed by her husband Cliff. "All the better for being here now" he said smiling. "Here let me help you with your things to your room" Cliff offered. "There's plenty of time till the guests arrive, so relax and make yourself at home" Theo said as he led the twins and his sister off to continue with the preparations. Dante followed Cliff up onto the third floor. Everything still looked the same since he'd last stayed here six years ago. He was looking forward to taking a shower and to relax a little before the party. ************************************************************* He spent the first half hour unpacking before jumping into the shower. As he stepped out he could hear a woman's voice outside his door. When he opened it he saw her struggling with the door. "Come on you stupid thing" she moaned in frustration banging the door. "Here let me help you" Dante offered. She spun around to see a tall handsome man with only a towel wrapped around his waist. His body was lean and slightly tanned. His features were sharp yet delicate. His short dark hair which was now wet swept behind his ears. He had a twinkle in his eye and she knew that smile very well. "Hello Dante" she said. He was taken aback at first and studied her. His eyes narrowed as he tried to recognise her. Then it hit him; Belle. His friend's family were all good-looking but this little minx was something else from what he could remember. She'd been 18 the last time he saw her and now she'd grown up into a woman. She wore tight jeans and a simple black t-shirt but he could see her features very well—definitely filled out very nicely. Her hair was in a ponytail and she had no make-up on. From what he could see she had just arrived herself and was staying opposite him. "Do you want some help with that door?" He offered. She stepped aside. He brushed past her and smiled. She rolled her eyes, still as arrogant as ever. He pulled the door in sharply before turning the handle. As the door swung open the double bed came into view. "Sharing it with anyone?" he asked with a cheeky grin. "A lady never kisses and tells" she said smiling sweetly. "Well, if you get lonesome you know where I am" he said with a wink. "In your dreams" she replied before slamming the door shut. Dante stood outside her door; that went as well as could be expected. He smiled at the opportunity that had presented itself. He always enjoyed teasing her and right now he had a raging hard-on that he had to get rid of. He walked back into his room and back into the shower to jerk off. ***************************************************************** Dante walked down the stairs as it was approaching 8 o' clock. He was dressed in a simple pair of black trousers with its matching jacket and light blue shirt. His hair was ruffled slighted and it suited his natural attributes well. He could already see that many of the guests had arrived and the hosts were busy. The twins were busy with their own friends, so at least the evening wouldn't be boring for them. "Did you sleep well, Dante?" Maya asked once he reached the foot of the stairs. "Yes, thanks. I can't believe I slept so much. I guess I was more tired than I thought. Need any help?" He asked looking around. There were some very attractive women. He hoped some of them were single who knew what the evening held; and after all Theo's parents weren't here, so he didn't need to worry about any embarrassment. "Could you go over and help Belle in the kitchen? I'd rather have her out here than in there all night" she said before going to answer the door. Dante walked off. He passed the dining room where he saw Theo surrounded by three women—none of whom he recognised. He laughed to himself. His best friend could be a dark horse at times. Walking into the kitchen he didn't see anyone but a beautiful cake. "Belle, are you in here?" He asked, walking closer towards the cake. It had a distinct cherry liqueur smell mixed with rich chocolate. There were glazed cherries on top but it didn't look finished. "Did Maya send you?" came her voice as she walked out of the pantry. He spun around and stopped immediately when he saw her. She was a vision. A royal blue dress just off the shoulders with a deep plunge accentuating her more than generous sized breasts, though the dress reached down to her ankles there was a long slit up to her mid-thigh on the left side. Her hair which was swept up with some loose strands added to her height, simple long gold earrings barely touched her slender neck. Her smoky eyes and light lip gloss on her full lips made her look very sultry. She looked good enough to eat. "Is something wrong?" She asked, concerned when she realised he was staring at her so intensely. "You look wonderful" he replied never taking his eyes off her. "I'm just making the final touches to the cake. Do you like it? Black Forest Gateau—Theo loves it" she said as she continued putting on the glazed cherries before placing the cake in the fridge. "Do you need any help" he asked watching her as she placed a finger in his mouth licking the cream off so sensually. He wanted to walk over and ravish her mouth. She then scooped the cream again and offered it to him. He leaned forward and sucked on her finger. He did it never blinking. "You must be Dante" a defensive voice stated from the kitchen door. Belle took her finger out of his mouth and smiled before turning towards the door. "Dante this is Claude. He's a friend of mine from the city" she explained. She didn't like the way he looked over at them as if they had been caught in a compromising position. "I see" Dante replied. He too had noticed the look in Claude's eyes and could sense that he must have feelings for Belle; not that he could blame him. She had filled out very nicely and was one hot babe. "Dante, I'll try to catch up with you tomorrow, properly" she said before he turned to leave. "Interrupting something?" Claude asked when they were alone. She looked stunning and he'd always been fond of her, even tried to bed her but never succeeded but never gave up either. "Don't be silly. Dante has been a family friend for over twenty years with Theo. I haven't seen him in six" she never got to continue. "So you thought you'd greet him by letting him suck on your finger, and tomorrow catch up will be with you on your back I suppose?" He asked in a mocking tone. "That's enough. I do not have to explain myself to you or anyone else" she replied hotly. Why did guys have to be such assholes? Claude left in a huff, leaving Belle to calm down before she left too. She just wanted to have a nice time and enjoy her brother's birthday especially as she'd gone through the effort of making the cake too. Taking a deep breath she went out and began to greet the new arrivals. The evening went on with great success and everyone mingled with everyone else. Though she spent most of her time at Claude's side, she managed to spend it with others too. Dante looked over at the 'couple'; they looked odd. He could clearly see that he was all over her and being over protective, yet she was being courteous or maybe that how she wanted it to be perceived. They hadn't even had time to get reacquainted, yet she had seen him in a towel and had his finger in her warm wet mouth. Damn if all reunions could be this sexy. As the evening continued Dante managed to find time with Belle alone on the balcony. She was using it as an excuse to get away from all the attention Claude was giving her tonight—she was glad she didn't have to see him in the morning. "Running away from all the action?" Dante asked lazily leaning against the cool stone wall and looking her up and down. "Something like that. How are you anyway? I'm sorry we haven't had a chance to talk. It's been so long; six years" she said thinking. He had been such a pest, always teasing her, but that was then and six years was a long time. "Good. I'm working in my father's firm but at the moment it's mostly from home which is great. You?" he asked walking towards her. "I'm working in the city, but I've taken a three month vacation without pay. I need some 'me' time—you know how stressful life is" she replied with a tired smile. Dante reached out and lifted her chin so that he could look directly into her eyes. The looked haunted her and she felt herself blush at the intensity of his stare. He leaned forward to kiss her lips, but she turned her face away. "Dante, I don't think that's a good idea. We've hardly been friends, and now you're out here trying to kiss me" she said sadly. "I love kissing beautiful woman. Would Claude mind, are you planning on entertaining him privately afterwards?" he murmured into her ear pulling her dangerously close into his body. At his last words she pulled herself away sharply and raised her hand, but it was caught in mid-air by his tight grip. "How dare you imply anything" she said with such contempt yanking her hand from his. "Ohhhh have I touched a nerve Belle? Do you always play hard to get?" he asking with mockery in his voice. "What the hell is wrong with you men tonight? Grow up!!" she said before turning to leave. Claude noticed how flustered and angry Belle was as she walked through the hall and into the dinning room where the cake was to be cut. He also noticed Dante walk in after her and he seethed. "Belle the cake looks wonderful" Maya said, but she noticed something had upset her and she immediately realised Dante and Claude had to be behind it. Her little sister had turned into a woman and was getting all the attention but didn't know how to handle it. "Thanks" she said attempting to look as if she didn't have a care in the world. Tonight was Theo's night and nothing was going ruin her mood. ************************************************************ It was nearly two before Belle announced that she wanted to go to bed. Only a few of Theo's close friends were still there, and her sister, brother and children had already gone up. As she climbed the stairs she saw Dante standing very close to a blonde, she just ignored them and went up. Walking into her room, she kicked off her heels and began to unzip her dress. She pulled on her simple cute nightie before going into the bathroom to wash off her make-up. Climbing into bed, her aching muscles screamed for sleep, and no sooner had her head hit the pillow sleep consumed her. ************************************************************* It must've been close to seven the next morning when Belle woke up and had a strong craving for some of the cake. She crept out of her room and down into the kitchen where she cut herself a generous piece and quickly made it up to her room. Just as she was about to enter, she heard a sound. "What are you up to?" she heard Dante's voice whisper. She turned around for him to see the cake. He smiled before reaching out to take a cherry and sucked on it. "Mmmmm sweet cherry" he said with a wink. "Hey baby, what's keeping you so long?" they heard a female voice whining from his room. He studied her face for a reaction, but she just turned to leave. God she could die from the embarrassment. After six years he was still teasing her and what was worse he was using another woman. She felt nothing but contempt for the man. *************************************************************** The sun shone in her face as she opened her eyelids and glance over at the clock. It read 11:30am. She groaned at the thought of having to get up and face Dante especially after early this morning. Mustering the energy she jumped out of bed to grab a quick shower before joining the others. The house was already being cleaned as she walked down the stairs and walked out onto the balcony where Theo, Maya, Cliff and Dante were. The twins were running after each other as usual. "Morning, sleepy head" Theo said laughingly as Belle stretched her arms. She was dressed in a yellow dress and flip-flops, her hair still wet clung to her head. She went over to the table that was laid out for Brunch, and poured herself juice before joining the others. "Not hungry?" Maya enquired. "Are you kidding? I caught her around seven in the morning eating a big slice of the cake,," Dante said laughingly looking in her direction. If looks could kill he'd be dead. "And what were you doing up at that time?" Cliff asked curiously. "Yes, what were you doing at that time?" Belle asked sweetly. "Well as much as this is such an interesting conversation we need volunteers to go into town and buy some supplies. Otherwise we starve" Theo cut in quickly. The tension between the two could be cut with a knife. He knew exactly who had been in his friend's room and didn't want the others to find out. "I'll go if you want" Belle volunteered looking away. She sat there with the sun shinning onto her face and naturally drying her hair. ************************************************************ As Belle went over to the car to get in, she saw Dante in the driver's seat. "What are you doing?" She asked in irritation. "I'm driving us into town for supplies" he said smiling sweetly. "Fine" she replied as she got in. The drive to and back was fairly quiet except for the radio. Neither had much to discuss especially after early this morning and Dante knew when he'd put his foot in it and respected her space. The reunion hadn't started off as well as expected after all. ************************************************************** "Auntie Belle what are you doing?" Jemima asked when she saw her aunt busily working around in the kitchen. "I'm marinating chicken for tomorrow night but I'm making lasagne for tonight, sweetie" she replied. "I love your cooking" she said with a smile. "Me too" Jeremy said when he heard what was on the menu. "Ahhhhh you're too kind" she said. "Now you two run along and get ready to go swimming. I'll join in a moment. Dante will be with you, but do not enter the pool until one of us is there" she reminded. "We won't" they said in union. Theo, Maya and Cliff had already used the pool and were resting in their rooms so now it was their turn. Belle walked out to the pool and saw Dante and the twins splashing each other. She tried to be careful they didn't splash her too much because she didn't intend on having dinner in a wet dress. "Aren't you joining us Belle?" Dante asked as he helped the twins learn how to swim. "Not today, I'm still tired" she answered as she sat and watched them. Dante was really good with Jeremy and Jemima—like a second uncle, in fact. Such a shame he had always been a jerk with her, but then again she'd never made his life easier, either. However, now she was older and wiser. *********************************************************** The next afternoon was hot enough for a good swim. Everyone was out so Belle had the pool to herself. Changing into her two piece suit she dived in. The cool water was such a nice contrast to her hot skin. Swimming a couple of laps, she got out to sit under the sun before going inside. Just as she reached for a towel she heard a wolf whistle. She turned around to see Dante leaning against the glass door and looking her up and down. She tried to ignore him and grabbed hold of her towel to cover herself. "Please don't, I like what I'm seeing" he said with a wink. "Where are the others? I thought you all were out," she asked, as she continued to hide herself. As she walked past he grabbed the towel from her body leaving her clad in her second skin. His eyes lingered on her breasts, especially her nipples which clearly stood out from the swim. The bottom looked like a modest version on French knickers, but the top gave him a nice ample view. "I do like what I'm seeing. Claude is such a lucky man—not so lucky as I am right now though" he said never taking his eyes off her nipples. Belle shivered in disgust as Dante stood there commenting on her attributes. Claude was just as bad as him, so the only lucky person was her. Let them look; at least they would never touch. She was wrong when Dante leaned in and cupped her breasts. The shock of being touched so intimately was enough to keep her rooted at her spot. He leaned in further and kissed the tops of her breasts before moving up and kissing her throat. Her senses suddenly snapped back and this time her hand made contact with his cheek before she turned to leave, grabbing her towel away from him. Dante stood there smiling; he'd let her slap him and he had deserved it. This was very interesting, Belle had let him go that far, he wondered how far she'd let him go under normal circumstances. The rest of the day Belle attempted to ignore Dante as much as possible even though it was awkward as it was only five adults, but Dante was smart enough not to draw attention either. For that she was grateful. Dante went to bed at the same time Theo did, leaving Belle to sit downstairs for a little while longer. ************************************************************* Dante grabbed hold of Belle and swung her around with such force that he fell backwards on to his bed, taking her with him. She leaned forward and planted a deep kiss on his lips. He lay there stunned for a moment, but quickly responded. She began to impatiently unbuckle his jeans and before he knew it, she was stroking his hardening member in her warm hands. He arched his back at the pleasure he was receiving. She pulled away from his mouth and concentrated on him before letting go to pull her dress up. He pulled at her panties 'til they ripped, and ran his hand along her slit, she was very responsive as moisture was being collected very quickly. Without wasting more time, she moved forwards and took hold of him and rubbed the tip along her slit before pushing it into her heat. They both moaned as he arched his back in response. She knew what she was doing and was bringing him pleasure beyond his imagination. He thrust his hips upwards trying to sink in deeper each time and with the steady rocking of her pelvis he was able to rub her inner walls in a controlled way. She leaned backwards arching her back too and speeded up. She didn't care about taking it slow nor did her body want to either. Where the Heart Is She felt her toes curl and moaned loudly as she exploded around him pulsing. His own climax triggered off, her walls spasm around his swollen member milking him deep into her body. When she didn't feel his throbbing, she lifted herself carefully and pulled down her dress and left his room. He lay there stunned with his member lying flaccid across this left thigh; she acted as if nothing had happened. Suddenly his eyes snapped open and he realised it had been a dream, but the raging hard-on wasn't. He could hear her in her room moving around and got up to go to her. Belle began to slip out of her summer dress and unhook her bra when she heard the door open and someone walk in; she turned around covering her breasts with her hands. "Shhh, it's me" Dante said as he closed the door behind him. He was in a pair of navy blue boxer shorts. "Are you crazy? Get out!!" She whispered when she recognised Dante. She looked so sweet in her white lace French knickers. He ignored her and walked up to her. She looked like a deer caught in the headlights yet she was still free. He reached out and ran a thumb across her bottom lip and she trembled at his touch. He took her hands away and cupped her breasts in his hands before bending down and kissing the tops again. He looked up at her before pulling her in for a kiss. The kiss wasn't sweet but passionate and demanding. In doing so he pushed he onto the bed and climbed on top of her. She could already feel his hard member against her hip. She moaned as he took her hands in his and put them on either side of her head before moving down and rolling off her panties. She was in too much of a daze to react. He then moved between her soft thighs and pushed his shorts down and began to rub the tip of his erection against her slit. She wasn't wet, but his pre-cum gave enough lubrication for the head to slip in. that's when her senses came back to her and she began to push at his shoulders. He didn't notice it at first until he heard her voice. "Dante get off me or I'll scream" she said with panic in her voice. "That's the whole point" he arrogantly replied before trying to kiss the hollow of her throat. "No!! Get off" this time she said it more firmly. Dante knew when he'd pushed it too far, and slowly retreated with great disappointment. In doing so Belle pulled the cover over her naked body—thank God there was no light. She watched him leave before getting up and locking her door. She couldn't believe herself or how close she had come to losing all control. Damn that herbal tea, but at least it would help her sleep till morning. ************************************************************** The next day Maya, Cliff, and the twins were leaving. Belle spent as much time as she could with the twins. She and Dante had been sharing that responsibility as Theo got to see them more often than Belle did. They all had lunch together before the four set out to go. Theo and Dante too left to go into town leaving Belle totally alone this time to relax and use the pool at her leisure without prying eyes. **************************************************************** They arrived home just after eleven. The house was quiet for Belle packing her things for the next morning. She would need a lift into the city by Theo as she hadn't brought her car with her. She was in the kitchen and didn't hear them come in. Dante walked in with Theo and very slowly crept up behind her placing a hand on her shoulder. He just missed a smack on his jaw. "Watch out. She bites, kicks, scratches—basically everything that a woman should not do" laughed Theo. "Hey, stop that" she snapped. "Don't be so mean Theo" said Dante said before looking up and smiling. She was definitely a handful. "Guys, I'm going to bed. I'll see you in the morning, and Theo don't forget you've got to give me a ride. Goodnight boys" she said before heading up stairs. ************************************************************** Belle was woken up by a soft knocking on her door. She tried to ignore it at first but it wouldn't go away. Dante—who else would be at her door at this time? With a groan she got out of bed and opened it. Sure enough it was Dante only in black shorts. "What do you want?" she yawned. "I thought we could talk" he said shifting a little. "Can't this wait till the morning?" she asked before another yawn. "I might not have the opportunity Belle" he pleaded. "Fine" she finally gave in and walked back into bed. Dante came in and sat on her bed. "So talk" she said. "Let me get in first, it's a little cold now" he whispered. Before she could protest he slid between the covers and drew her body close to his. He studied her face and placed a loose strand behind her ear. She was so beautiful, sexy and basically everything he loved and wanted in a woman. She stared up at him unsure of what to do or say. She's known Dante for twenty years, and he was her brother's best friend and an ass at times. Dante leaned in and kissed her lips lightly. She smelt of coconut and nutmeg. She didn't protest when his kissed her more deeply. She was melting around him as he moved on top. He pushed her nightdress up releasing her breasts from the confines of her bra, and immediately began to suckle on them. She moaned loudly and arched her back. He moved his hand down and pushed her thong off her hips and down her legs. Her eyes looked glazed as she watched him undressing her, before coming back down with the exception that he was settled nicely between her thighs. She could feel the tip poking near her entrance. He took her hand down and wrapped her fingers around his throbbing member. "This is what you do to me every time I'm near you" he murmured before going back to her nipples. However she let go and wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him in closer. He smiled at her response and guided his tip to her entrance. He was too excited to explore her further and rubbed it around the outside puffy lips before nudging it in. She moaned again and pulled him in closer. With one hard thrust he was fully embedded in her slick heat. They both moaned in union. She felt like a tight wet glove swallowing him further into her body. He moved back to her mouth and pushed his tongue in rubbing hard against hers. She raised her hips and tried to match his thrusts, however he was thrusting in and out of her harder and faster, even his tongue was mimicking his movements. Dante never thought the girl he had always teased would be surrendering herself so wholly as she was doing at that moment. Claude was definitely a lucky man to be enjoying her as often as he wanted to. He was so far gone that he hadn't even thought about protection, but that was her problem he thought arrogantly. Her vagina began to spasm around him harder, triggering his own orgasm. One more thrust and he felt jets of his semen entering her body. Even the girl the other night hadn't been as satisfying as Belle was. When he felt he could give no more, he came to rest within her and drew his mouth away. She smiled at him before her eyelids grew heavy from their intense love-making. Very slowly he withdrew from her heat and did his best to clean and cover her up before kissing her forehead and slipping out of his room. If Theo knew what he just done with his little sister he wouldn't have a dick before he left. **************************************************************** Belle could hear footsteps outside her door and voices. She was a bit groggy as she woke up and felt weird as if in a daze. She wasn't sure whether she had imagined Dante in her room making love to her or it was all a dream. A dull ache between her thighs made her look down and when she saw she wasn't wearing anything she blushed. She felt wetness still around and inside herself and realised what it was. He had been so passionate and she had been so responsive that it made her wonder how she had succumbed to him after all the times he had tried to touch her, and she had rejected him. Maybe it was the herbal tea-but she didn't want to be blaming it on that all the time. No, it was a passionate one off intimacy that she didn't want to share again because there was no relationship between the two just something physical that she'd given into at a moment of weakness. Thank God she was on the pill. She got up and stripped the bed before jumping into the shower. Dante must've been very well endowed as she still throbbed and felt tender. Getting dressed in her jeans and black t-shirt, she packed the rest of her bags and headed for downstairs. Even though she wasn't leaving till the afternoon, she wanted to be prepared. "Have you started to pack?" Theo asked when he saw come into the kitchen. He had just finished his breakfast and was heading upstairs leaving her with Dante. "Yes and I've stripped the bed too" she replied trying to void a blush. "Sleep well?" Dante asked with a sly smile. She knew exactly what he was referring to. "I did, thank you" she replied coolly. "Oh? I remember it was better than well" he said before stealing a quick kiss and leaving her alone. She blinked in confusion. Why didn't he boast about it? ************************************************************** All three were busy making sure they hadn't forgotten anything as it was close to 5pm and Theo was loading up the two remaining cars. Belle came outside to help, but noticed that Theo had put hers in Dante's. "Why have you put my things in Dante's car?" she asked in confusion. "Because I can't take you back today, but Dante can" he replied never stopping. "But I thought..........." she began. "Look, for once could you do as you're told?" he said in a stern voice. "What's wrong, Theo?" She asked, his reaction was making her uneasy. "Work, I was supposed to go back on Monday, but now they want me to start tomorrow so I'm kind of pressed for time as you can see, so I'm leaving right now" he said stopping for a moment. "Oh, I thought it was something really serious" she said relieved. "This is serious Belle" he said nearly laughing at the look on her face. "You know what I mean" she said hugging him. Dante came down too, and the two friends said good-bye before Theo set off, leaving Dante and Belle in the driveway. "Well we better get a move on too" Dante said looking at his watch. "I'm ready" she replied softly. ************************************************************** The drive was in silence which made things really tense for Belle. She just kept looking outside her window and praying that she'd get home soon. She didn't know which was worse, the fact that they'd slept together, or the fact neither one mentioned it. After a while Belle noticed that they weren't heading towards the city. She recognised that they were heading towards Dante's house instead. She sat back more sharply and looked over at him. They exchanged glances but she didn't say anything. She used to go there a lot when she was growing up; she knew the way like it was her own house. As they unloaded the bags, Dante led her into the house and up into one of his guest rooms. She walked in warily as to why she was here. She turned to Dante with a confused expression. Before she could open her mouth he cut in. "Theo suggested it would be good for you to stay with me. He'll be here at the end of the week" he said trying to assure her. "This was before anyone discussed it with me I suppose" she said flatly. "You did say you wanted a little time to yourself" he reminded her. "Yes by myself, not with you or anyone else" she replied in annoyance. "God, why do you all still treat me like a child?" She said—more to herself. "You certainly weren't a child last night Belle. In fact you've turned out to be a fine woman indeed" he said reaching out to stroke her face. She flinched from his touch. "Don't touch me" she spoke so low that he had to strain his ears to understand her words. They angered him. "Anyway, it's late and I'm tired. There's not much food, so, if you're not hungry, I suggest you go to bed" he said trying to control his temper. He knew how strong-headed she could be. Shutting the door behind him she sat on the bed and looked around her room. Hungry? Food was the last thing on her mind. What on earth had possessed Theo to make such a suggestion without consulting with her first? So many questions went through her head before she decided to give up and change into her night clothes. The bed was nice and soft. Though she couldn't sleep at first she finally managed to sleep in the early hours of the morning. ***************************************************************** When Belle woke up it was just after 1pm. She couldn't believe how long she'd slept, but then she remembered that it had only been just after 5am when she couldn't keep her eyes open any longer. She got up and dressed and went downstairs. She looked around the rooms and finally headed for the kitchen. She noticed some of her suitcases on near the front door and frowned. Dante was on the phone and had several bags around him; it looked like he's just come back from shopping. Seeing her at the doorway he swiftly ended the conversation and looked in her way. "Theo dropped off some of your stuff; it's near the front door. I've managed to buy some supplies for us till the end of the week as my staff are off," he informed her as he started to put the things away. "My stuff? How long am I to stay here, Dante? What's going on?" She demanded. "I told you. We both think you're better off here than all alone in the city. Why else would you be taking off so much time? You haven't planned a trip have you?" he enquired never stopping. "That's not the point. I have a life, job and friends. I don't want to be stuck out here in the middle of no mans land. I'll go crazy," she said. "The more reason to stay here and be alone. Unless..........." he stopped. "Unless what?" she demanded. "Unless Claude will be worried about you" he said mockingly. "Actually he will" she said hotly. "Not that I blame the poor man. Not sure I'd like the fact that my girlfriend stays in the room opposite her brother's best friend, and then makes love to him" he said, smiling sweetly. "That was a mistake" she shot back trying to hurt him. "Do you think he'll see it that way? Can't you just see him imagining me climbing between your thighs for a good fuck?" He said, still smiling, but no warmth in his eyes. "God you are disgusting you know that!" She said with contempt. "Obviously not enough not to sleep with, if my memory serves me correctly" he threw back. "Fuck you" she screamed, before storming upstairs. God, she had never been so humiliated. What did he think she was? Fifteen minutes hadn't passed when she came running downstairs and was about to open the front door when he pulled her away. She struggled against him before stamping on his foot and pushing him back to open the door and ran off. "Little bitch" he muttered before running after her. She was fast, knowing exactly where she was going. She dashed through the paths and managed to avoid the tree branches which stood out in all directions. Suddenly she felt that she was alone and believed the idiot had given up. She stopped to catch her breath. No sooner had she done so when she felt a strong hand over her mouth. Struggling like a wild animal she tried to kick out and wriggle herself free, but the iron-like hand clamped over her mouth, and the other around her waist didn't budge but held on tighter. She was dragged back towards the house before being shoved forward onto the patio. "Let me go!!" she screamed. Her struggles and pleas had fallen onto deaf ears. "If you don't quiet down, I'll be forced to gag you" he answered calmly, which did the trick because she ceased. Dante was a strong young man and she weighed very little, so he had little effort carrying her over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes into the house. Though she had stopped wriggling he was still very cautious of her. Her temper was very unpredictable and he wasn't taking any chances again. He dumped her on the floor in the middle of front room. "Bastard" she muttered as she got up and walked towards the door. "What did you call me?" He said angrily. "I called you a bastard; because that is what you are being now" she said, her voice never quavering. He didn't reply but went over to her and kissed her hard. She was stunned by his reaction. He shut the door and pressed her against it. She looked wild from the running and was panting—from fear or desire, he did not know. He didn't wait for her to react, but kissed her again, and this time she reacted. He pressed into her, and she could feel his arousal pressing against her belly dangerously. A thrill went up her spine at being so vulnerable. He pushed her dress up and pulled at her panties until they ripped. All the while kissing her he unbuckled his jeans and pushed them down to just below his hips, to free his hard cock before lifting her left thigh over his hip. He lined the tip against her heat, but didn't wait for her to be lubricated. He wanted to punish her, so he grabbed her shoulders and pushed in hard. Belle threw her head back in sweet pain. She wasn't completely dry but his size was still too much for her to handle in one go. She wasn't given enough time to adjust as he began to thrust his hips forwards and back. There was little space for her to move, so she relied on him. "You're too tight" he groaned as his thrusts increased, feeling her tight walls rippling around his cock. She felt her snug walls stretching to accept him, hard, forceful and demanding. His tongue was in constant battle with hers. She felt a tightening in the pit of her belly before she turned her head away and moaned deeply as she came hard for the second time around him. Her climax gave him some lubrication he needed to glide in and out of her with ease. Her body moulded into his so perfectly and the natural blush she had was enough to start his own climax. In doing so, she came again with him. He went back to her mouth and slid himself in and out of her very slowly. and his tongue mimicked his movements before he withdrew from her and composed himself. She pulled her dress down but her pussy still throbbed and her thigh ached from being in one position for so long. "Is it this good with Claude?" He finally asked. He didn't know why he was obsessed with her in bed with another man. "I wouldn't know. You're the only man who's climbed between my thighs for a good fuck" she replied, throwing his words back at him. Before he could react she opened the door and went upstairs. Dante stood there stunned and wasn't sure if he'd heard her correctly. *************************************************************** An hour later Belle was down stairs in the kitchen eating like a starved woman. Food had never tasted so good even though it was cheese and bread. She really couldn't stomach anything more. What a day it had been for her. "What did you mean by me being the only man?" Dante asked when he walked into the kitchen. "What's so unclear about that?" She asked. "You don't honestly expect me to believe that you were a virgin till two nights ago? Claude was all over you, you said so yourself. Besides any woman with a body like that has no right to deny a man a piece of action" he said—but wished he could have taken back the last few words because of the look she gave him. "No, you assumed he was more than a friend. Besides, what I expect you believe or not isn't relevant anymore, as I didn't deny you a piece of the action" she threw back. He hated it when she manipulated his words. Where the Heart Is "Sorry about the last bit. But I really need to know if you were a virgin" Dante asked. She could sense panic in his voice. "Yes I was" she replied honestly. "Wow. I mean what are the chances of that? I mean after all these years and you give me your cherry" he said with an arrogant smile. "No, I didn't give you anything. We didn't make love, we fucked. There is a difference. Even you should know that!!" she stated. "No, we made love" he corrected her. "When is Theo coming over?" She asked, changing the subject. "Tomorrow night. Don't try to change the subject Belle" Dante said in annoyance. "What's there to discuss? You were my first; congratulations" she said before getting up and taking the plate over to the sink and washing it. **************************************************************** Friday night couldn't have come fast enough. Belle had never been so happy to see Theo in her life. He was looking forward to a relaxing weekend with his best friend and sister. He knew she would have many questions but he did his best to assure her that this isolation was what she wanted despite her constant protests. Dante came up behind Belle as Theo went upstairs to change for dinner and pulled her against him. "You know I can't come to you whilst he's here" he whispered before leaving her again. She rolled her eyes at his arrogance. Men really did think they were God's gift to women. Despite the tension the two had they both did their best not to show it. Belle was unsure how Theo would react especially having just met after six years and never being close beforehand either. Secretly it turned her on with all the secrecy, but she would never tell Dante that—it would be like giving him power over her. *************************************************************** Dante was woken up the following night by the opening of his door. He sat up and had to squint his eyes to make out who it was. The only light was from the full moon, and even then it was still dim. His eyes widened when he realised it was Belle. She wore a short robe which fell till mid-thigh and she was barefooted. He never expected her to take the risk with her brother so close by. "I told you we couldn't see each other whilst Theo's here" in a husky voice. The mere sight of her stirred his dick to life. "You never said I couldn't come to you" she whispered as she came to stand next to him. "Belle..." he groaned. He reached down and pulled off his shorts—he knew she was going to be there for a while. He pulled the cover and invited her in. She obliged by getting in, and didn't waste any time straddling his hips. He sat up and helped her settle over him. He leaned forward and undid her belt and pulled her robe open and off to reveal her nakedness. She was going to be the death of him. Her raspberry coloured nipples stood out like little hard pebbles and his mouth watered instantly. She took hold of her breast and offered it to him. He immediately accepted by wrapping his lips around the hard nub and sucking on it. He then alternated with the other and by now she was rubbing herself against his full hard length. Each time her growing wetness scorched the tip. "Dante I need you inside me" she mewed. She was depending on him to help her. He smiled as he nudged her thighs a little wider and took hold of his cock and lined it up with her entrance. Compared to the first two times, she was more than ready. He groaned inwardly thinking how much pain she must've been in two mornings ago. He pushed the tip in before taking hold of her hips and pushing her down as he thrust upwards. Belle threw her head back in pleasure, being wet made the whole experience more sensitive on her behalf. He too appreciated it as the walls didn't hurt as much and he could hold out for longer too. This time she leaned forward and began to kiss his throat as she bounced up and down his thick shaft. He felt like he'd died and gone to heaven. He couldn't believe this girl with such limited experience knew what she was doing and much more. At times she slowed down and rocked back and forth hard to rub her clit against the coarse hair of his groin. However, he knew when a woman was about to have an orgasm, and wanted to tease her to prevent the inevitable happening too soon. "Beg me" he whispered, his eyes gleaming with triumph. "Beg me to make you come" She growled in frustration with the determined force of his rock hard shaft still pumping at a slow pace made her want to cry out for the relief only he could give her. "No" she moaned. She didn't want to give him the satisfaction. He stilled inside of her and all she could do was glory in the feel of his throbbing cock buried deep inside of her to the hilt. "Beg me" he muttered through clenched teeth this time. Unconsciously she clenched around him, drawing a moan from him. He thrust full force inside her and she almost fainted, having only her legs clamped tightly around his hips to support her from falling. His fingers slide between their sweat covered bodies, delving into her lush, pink petals, to roughly caress her already swollen clit. She was moaning around him, as his knowing fingers and hard cock moved all in union sending her over the edge. Just as she was about to spiral into ecstasy, he stilled inside of her once more, and his hands rose to cup her face. He forced his wet fingers inside her mouth, letting taste herself on him. She blushed realizing the state of her desire. Suddenly it became too much for her and before she knew it she was almost incoherent from her orgasm. She cried as she felt him grow impossibly large inside her, as if he had doubled in size. She came harder this time than ever before, her tight pussy squeezing his cock so fiercely, his control snapped. He spurted deep inside her womb with jerking thrusts, until finally he came to rest inside of her. "Mmm, that was delicious. I could go on all night" she moaned. "You'd better get back before Theo realises you're here with me. Once he's gone we'll have plenty of time to explore each other, I promise" He said just before he ran his thumb across her bottom lip and just like last time she trembled. How on earth Theo hadn't woken up was a wonder. Without protesting she got up and slipped her robe on and left his room. She smiled at herself for being so bold and daring. She never realised how wonderful sex was, and she had three months to explore it. ************************************************************** Belle couldn't be more right. She and Dante worked alongside each other and spent many sleepiness nights exploring each other. Even when the twins came over, they would be extra careful not to draw attentions, but could not resist each other. On one night with everyone including Theo had come for the weekend, she went to him. The taboo made it all the more exciting. God, she was beautiful. Her hair was tousled, falling heavy on the creamy flesh of her shoulders, adding to the wild beauty her features created. He noticed the even rise and fall of her breasts, and ached to touch her nipples, clearly visible through the material of her slip. He watched those lips, so full and seductive. He barely contained a groan at the alluring sight she made. It hardened him. Catching hold of her slip he pulled it up, exposing her breasts. She sucked in her breath sharply at the touch of his mouth, the first light kiss against the side of her breast. His mouth worked restlessly against her breasts, his tongue teasing first one nipple and then the other his teeth closing in light nips. He was persistent, cupping her breasts in his hands and fondling her. His fingers were strong and rough, enough to arouse but not enough to bruise. Picking her up lightly, he took her to his bed and knelt between her spread thighs to look at her pussy glistening in the light. He knew she wanted him and he taunted her for that very reason. She fought back a soft moan as his mouth travelled down between her breasts, down over her stomach, making her shiver. His fingers slipped into her tight, slick pussy and she arched into him. He lowered his head between her legs dragging his tongue over her flesh in a long, slow stroke from her asshole to her clit that made her squirm. Over and over again, he licked her, each stroke teasing soft, muffled sounds from her throat. The feeling of his tongue sliding into her cunt, dipping deep inside her, felt like he was hitting her cervix every time, making her quake from head to toe. She fought to keep from lifting her hips against his mouth. His lips closed around her clit teasingly, tugging gently. The more he licked, the more her body tightened. She had to swallow hard as she came from crying out too loudly. He grinned with an evil grin. His tongue lightly lapped into her cunt and watched as she writhed on the bed. She couldn't stop or help herself. He moved his finger into her again and her pussy dripped and juiced for him. Belle gasped at the intrusion and the pleasure he caused her. He removed his finger and she watched as he sucked his finger with her juices still on it. "Shush" he whispered softly. "I'll be inside you soon, and I'll fuck you as hard as you need" he promised. "But first," he grabbed her chin. "Take me in your mouth" he ordered against her lush lips. She looked at him dazed and found herself kneeling before him. She watched him grow harder and her tongue instinctively darted out to moisten her suddenly dry lips. She lifted her eyes to him and blushed. Dante tilted her face back with firm fingers. He grabbed his cock and guided it towards her mouth. He watched her as she opened her lips and her pink tongue darted out to lick the underside of his glans, and then slowly fed more of his cock inside her mouth. Her tongue flicked at him and he groaned. God, her mouth felt so good, so hot, so wet, so tight... His entire body was stiff with the strain of keeping himself from thrusting into her throat. His taste, his scent filled her senses immediately. She tried to accommodate him, to relax, to get used to the feeling of his hot, hard cock filling her mouth. She curled her tongue around him and sucked. He groaned and she did it again, sliding her mouth on and off his cock, this time increasing her speed, allowing him to thrust against her gently. She moaned, the sweet vibrations of her throat almost pushing him over the edge, and he sucked in his breath, throwing his head back. She slid her mouth completely off him, her teeth slightly grazing him. She grabbed his cock gently and their eyes locked for a moment. She turned her tongue into a hot little arrow, circling the head of his cock with it, before she slid her mouth on him again, wrapping her tongue around him driving him crazy. Dante closed his eyes as his hand slid into her hair, stroking gently in encouragement. He pulled her off him and dragged her to her feet. His mouth came down on hers, before she could react, with crushing brutality. Her soft moans turned into a gasp as his hands left her tender breasts to slide down over her buttocks. She shuddered as his fingertips sunk into the soft flesh of her cheeks to drag her hard up against him and her arms locked around his neck. She bit her lips as she felt him hard and demanding pressed up against her vagina. She gasped as she realized the effect her movements had on him. He shoved himself inside her with one powerful thrust. Belle whimpered against his mouth, as she felt herself stretched almost to splitting point around his thick shaft. His fingers clenched on the soft flesh of her thighs as he forced himself deeper and deeper into her tight pussy, stretching her snug walls painfully around him. He was large, and she was incredibly tight, although she was wet and swollen from her orgasm he felt impossibly huge inside her. He knew she would have difficulty accommodating him as he drove himself deep inside her cunt until his glans entered her womb. She bit her lips as pleasure began to surge through her. His fingers slid down to her lush, pink petals, to roughly caress her already swollen clit. She was moaning around him. His skilful fingers and his hard cock moved in union, sending her over the edge. He increased the force of his thrusts, fucking her furiously and mercilessly. He impaled her fully on his cock over and over again, sliding in and out of her slick cunt with growing ease as her desire increased. She came on his hard cock, her tight pussy clenched around him. Watching a woman orgasm was sexy and it triggered off his own cumming. He spurted deep inside her womb with jerking thrusts, until finally he came to rest inside of her. Feeling his sticky warmth flooding her, she now understood the definition of being ravished thoroughly. *************************************************************** This went on until Theo came back again for another weekend. He and Belle were walking through the garden and he was becoming irritated by her slowness as he kept stopping to wait for her to catch up. "Can't you walk a little faster Belle?" Theo asked. "I'm doing my best, ok!" she spoke with a hint of annoyance. She felt a sharp pain in her lower abdomen. He saw her wince but thought nothing of it. "Well your best isn't fast enough" he replied. "Look Theo......" she groaned inwardly, the pain was coming back again and it was much sharper this time. "Are you ok?" he asked more concerned. She tried to walk but her knees buckled and she collapsed clutching onto her belly. Theo rushed to her. She was slipping in and out of consciousness. "The pain, it hurts..." Her words were slurred. Gathering her in his arms he carried her towards the house. Theo's face was soon becoming nothing but a dot as she lipped into darkness. **************************************************************** "What's wrong with her Doc?" Theo asked. She'd been sedated for over three hours and no-one was telling him anything. "Theo can I speak with you privately" the doctor asked. "Yeah sure, come into the kitchen" he said taking him. "Theo its best you sit down. What I have to say is a little delicate" the good doctor smiled. "What's wrong? What is it?" Theo asked as he sat down. "Belle has just had a miscarriage. Judging from my examination I'd say two months from what I examined" the doctor explained. "She was pregnant the entire time? She never said anything—why would she hide something like that?" He was asking more to himself than to the doctor. "Well that's something only she would know. I have to go, but I'm serious she'll be very sore and weak as she's lost a lot of blood" he explained before walking back to the bedroom to collect his things. ***************************************************************** Belle moaned as she felt a dull ache between her legs and lower abdomen. She managed to sit up and look around the room. She didn't need explanations she knew what had happened. She had guessed it after the second month and so desperately wanted to tell him, but now it seemed so pointless. A soft knock brought her out of her thoughts. The door handle turned and in walked Theo. He'd made breakfast for her and she could smell the honey in the piping hot tea. Her belly grumbled. She looked at him as he carefully laid the tray beside her bed. "The Doc says you've got to eat-to get your strength back" he said "Thanks. How long have I been in bed?" She asked reaching out for the tea. "Since yesterday morning. You've been sedated most of the time" he smiled. "And the baby?" she asked, holding her breath. She already knew. Theo was shocked because it was the first time she'd mentioned it. "I'm so sorry, but...." He lowered his eyes. "I see" she replied. "Why didn't you say anything? I would've helped-you know I would have" he said. "When he took me in...." she began. "Slow down, you're not making any sense. Who's he? Claude? I thought you two were just friends" he said with confusion. "We are. Theo, Dante was the father. We've been 'together' for a long time" she began to explain. "Dante?! Since when? You two can't stand each other," he said in utter confusion. "Since the five day reunion, please Theo don't be angry" she groaned as she tried to sit up. Theo walked over to the door. "Dante!!" he shouted. His face was red from anger. "Please, he doesn't know," she pleaded. "He has a right to know Belle. God, you've been living with the man for nearly three months" he snapped. "What's wrong Theo?" Dante burst into the room in panic. "Dante, Belle has something to tell you" he said looking over at her. "Well go on" he said when he saw her hesitating. "Tell me what?" Dante asked genuinely confused. "She was pregnant" Theo said. Dante's eyes widened in shock. Pregnant?! The way she fought, made love and lived with him for these few months. But pregnant? It just didn't sink in. "I'm so sorry" Belle whispered in tears. The reality of the situation had finally hit her. "I see" he replied calmly. "You see? You fucking see?! I bring my sister into your home thinking she needs a break, and she ends up pregnant and all you can say is 'I see'!" Theo was shouting. "Theo stop it" cried Belle. She tried to get out of bed but saw still sore and weak. "What's wrong with us being together Theo?" Dante said in despair. "Under normal circumstances I wouldn't care, but these aren't normal circumstances. You two couldn't stand each other and after six years she winds up carrying your child" Theo said more calmly. He could see all the shouting was doing no-one any good. "Theo, I love him. Please believe me. I know it doesn't make any sense and it's hard to digest. Right now you and Maya have lost a niece or nephew and we've lost our child" she said. The tears were still streaming down her face. Theo looked at Belle. He'd never seen her so sad. He then looked over at Dante and the grief stricken look almost killed him. He walked out of the room. Those two needed time to come to terms with their loss. Dante rushed over to Belle and hugged her as tightly as he could. "Why didn't you say something?" he asked soothingly as he stroked her hair. "I thought you'd be angry" she replied. "You are crazy Belle. You were the mother of my child, I couldn't have asked for anything more wonderful" he said. "I am so sorry" she said. She just wanted to be wrapped in his arms and for the whole world to disappear. "I am too. I just wish you'd said something and I could've looked after you" he continued. The idea of having children with Belle delighted him. "You just rest" he said before kissing her lightly on the lips and leaving. Dante walked downstairs to the front room where Theo sat with his head leaning back. His eyes were closed. He didn't know what to think or say. His sister had lost her child; no, their child. For the first time in his life he felt like he didn't know either of them as well as he thought he did. "What are you thinking?" Dante asked to break the silence. "What are you going to do now? You've never been serious about marriage or settling down. How am I going to explain this to mom and dad? How are you going to explain it to your parents?" Theo asked without opening his eyes. "Believe it or not, I'm in as much shock as you. I had no idea" he began. "Dante you both had sex. It's obvious you didn't use protection so this isn't that much of a surprise—maybe a shock but not a fucking surprise. To think she didn't say anything and now this. How is she going to cope?" Theo said looking as his friend. "I'm grieving too. That was my child too. No matter what you or anyone says I care for Belle and it isn't just sex" he answered angrily. Where The Heart Is This is the opening part of a tale in a present time, but is told through a lot of flashbacks. There should be quite a bit of sexual content featured; but my hope is to capture and present through words all of the emotions of the main characters beneath all of the physical intimacy. Let me know how I am doing in you feel so inclined. Prologue "What you gonna do with all this huh?" I ask challengingly looking into his innocent light brown eyes and standing before him without a stitch of clothing on with my right hip cocked out dramatically and my hands palms up splayed out in a offering gesture of my luscious body. My dark and swollen nipples are extending outward invitingly from my large heaving breasts and I am leaking enough pussy juice down along my inner thighs to form a small retention pond. "Turn that ass around girl; I'm 'bout to get up in them guts." Is his cocky reply and the command evokes a strong spasm deep in my sopping cunt at the prospect of slamming my ass back on that monster protruding out menacingly from his hairless groin. This aggressive turn is a new look for him considering his timid nature; but I certainly cannot argue that it is unwarranted when I am presented with nearly a foot of forearm thick rock solid chocolate dick ready to maul my unsuspecting pussy. My eyes remain fixed on his swollen member with the pronounced right curve of the shaft which droops slightly towards the head from its considerable weight. The mass of the appendage appears to be putting a visible strain on his entire pelvic area, lower abdomen and whole body even, in an effort to hold the heavy stalk up. Now lady that I am I reach out with my left hand to offer my assistance with the difficult task of carrying this massive piece of dark meat. He stands completely still as I make contact with his plumb sized head with my slim fingers and begin to smear the heavy flow of thick pearly white liquid coming from the small slit in its center all around the head. I eventually grasp the tip firmly and fisting his manhood I lift it up slightly as I begin sliding my hand up along his meaty shaft, shuddering and releasing another gush of lady juice from my dripping slit as I observe my fingers separating farther apart the further up the shaft I venture. I also find myself intrigued by the angry looking veins bulging out under my fist all along and across the muscular penis. By the time I reach the mid point of his anaconda like cock just past the curve where the shaft begins to straighten out, there is about a three inch gap between my fingers and thumb, and I exhale loudly at the image and softly moan his name in pure feminine satisfaction at finding an acceptable mate. Giving the engorged member as much of a hard squeeze as I possibly can I lift the hulking appendage up few degrees before releasing the wide stalk to allow gravity to do its thing. I actually and unbelievably experience a small but staggering orgasm while watching his third leg bounce up and down heavily, forcing the veins just underneath the tight skin of his abdomen to bulge out like the ropes of a pulley being used to keep the pulsing column from merely falling to his slim yet muscular thighs. His dick looks...mean somehow to me, I cannot explain it, but that is just how it comes off to me; just mean and dangerous as it waves left to right in front of my eyes, hypnotizing me. I do not seem able to remove my gaze from it and I feel my already aroused body rise to an almost fever pitch just at the image of his intimidating manhood. My confidence wavers slightly as he quickly grabs my left arm and uses it to swing me around to face the plush burgundy suede sofa. He then pushes me forward by the center of my back causing my arms to shoot out in front of me to catch the back of the sofa as my knees to land securely onto the large seat cushions before he himself leans toward my slightly bent form and with his hand on my right shoulder forces my upper body down to the back of the couch. I cannot help the ragged moans from exiting my throat as he manhandles me into a favorable position with his hands on my wide flaring hips and immediately places the broad head of his nightstick just inside my drooling snatch. All shit talking and bravado aside this motherfucker is packing some serious wood between his legs, and the thought of having all of that meat stuffed up my little twat is causing nervous chills to course throughout my whole body and goose bumps to rise all along my back, ass and thighs. "You like this shit don't you girl?" He asks after delivering a hard slap to my right ass cheek, causing both round globes to jiggle wildly against each other and provoking me to jerk forward a little and spread my thick thighs wider opening my slick outer lips further around his plugged head. "Ooohhh, hell yeah boy, smack that ass." I respond without hesitation feeling my entire body heat up significantly and my warm juices continue flowing out of me down along his large organ. My bouncy 34C's become squashed against the top of the couchs' backrest while my hands grip the thick cushions, and my head hangs over the rear of the sofa. I attempt to quell my nervous trembling as he uses his surprisingly strong grip on my narrow waist and tilts my hips forward slightly raising my ass and causing my back to arch sharply. With his right hand gripping his shaft he starts stirring his fat dickhead around just inside of my soaked slit covering it with the abundance of juices before he raises his left hand from my hip and brings it down with a firm slap against my left ass cheek, making it bounce and jiggle once again against the other purely for his viewing pleasure. "Goddamn look at that ass, shit look so damn good." He grunts out, and the articulated admiration of maybe my most praised feature makes me continue to shake and wiggle my bubble butt before his face; moaning all the while as my clenching outer lips message his dick head. "Ooohhh papi, that shit feels good." Is my response to the stinging sensation spreading about my tender cheek, and suddenly I desperately want to hear what he feels as I wrap the tight walls of my boiling sheath around his log. I then feel him grab both of my hips in a dominate grip and hold them in place as he begins pushing his own hips forward and sliding his truncheon inside of my quivering snatch. The sheer mass of his manhood is breathtaking and my vaginal walls are screaming their displeasure at being so rudely shoved aside by his thick length. "Aahhhh shit Tim, get up in there; stretch this pussy out with that big ass dick; take that shit!" I begin to yell out while experiencing an absolute pussy resizing from this nineteen year old kid. Who knew that this quiet, shy, and unsure teenager would have me Stephanie Pearl with the snap back pussy that has had some of the hardest thugs in the city sprung, perched over the back of this couch damn near ready to plead for mercy from the ridiculous pussy stretching his huge fucking dick is performing on my cunt. I can barely register his loud grunts over my constant screams as his beefy cock continues slicing through layer after layer of once tight tissues inside of my hot box. He stops after only about the half way point and drags his shaft back out of my swollen tunnel the few inches to the head before he pushes me further into the back of the couch as he bring his legs up one at a time onto the seat cushions. More shifting occurs from behind me as he secures his knees into the overstuffed pillows and slides his right hand up over my back to grip my right shoulder while keeping the left one firmly planted on my hip. I groan in preparation and a modicum of fear as I anticipate what his next action is to be. Tim does not disappoint as he pulls me by both hip and shoulder into his next heavy thrust. My groans turn to ragged moans, and eventually I am spewing forth unladylike grunts as I experience a filling pressure in my honey pot like nothing else ever before from the steady forcing open of my tender cuntal walls to accommodate his unyielding rod. I subconsciously attempt to further open my leaking socket for his merciless penetration by sliding my knees outward in opposite directions on either side of his own planted knees spreading my firm trembling thighs apart. He continues to plough deeper and deeper into my clasping sheath seemingly uncaring of my state of distress at his incredible size, and before I can even comprehend how to regain control of the situation I feel a downright painful orgasm roaring through my lower body. "Fuck, I'm cuuummminng!!!! You got me fucking cumming already, goddamn Tim, you're soooo Fucking big, you're killing my pussy!!!!" I scream as there appears to be no defense against his determined pillaging of my sore cunt. "Hell yeah that's what I'm talking about, cum all over that dick girl; told you I was gonna bust this pussy open; so shut up and take this dick!!" He yells menacingly as he seems to intensify his stabbing motion into my dark and warm chamber with his massive anchor. "I'm trying papi, I'm trying to take it, it's just so fucking huge baby; fuck, you're deeeppp!!" I shout while feeling his long, veiny member begin to enter unchartered territory inside of my narrow tunnel. Now Pro that I consider myself to be, I have had the pleasure of experiencing all different shapes and sizes of the male anatomy; large, small, average, straight, thick, curved either to the left or right, thin, curved up or down, all types have I encountered; but this youth's cock was by far the largest of them all. His is both the longest and thickest piece of man meat I have ever had inserted inside of me; and that strong curve is doing some interesting things in my cunt. Simply put the boy is sporting the proper equipment necessary to fuck me like I have never been fucked; and he seems determined to do just that. I surprise even myself when I attempt to flee from the burning sensation of having that entire dick rammed into my extremely juicy, though tight and foaming gash. I have never in my life been forced to run from a dick, not once. No brother before him has ever had me contemplating the thought of seriously not being able to handle what was between his legs. Taking the back cushions of the couch in a death grip I desperately try to pull myself forward and over the back of the couch in order to escape the rearranging of my internal organs once I feel the large head of his lengthy shaft slam up against my cervix. Of course his grip on my hip and shoulder holds firm, and I hear him growl harshly at my unspoken plea for asylum before he yanks me viciously back against him, colliding my heavy ass with his bony pelvis, and completing his penetration of my straining sheath and pushing through my cervical opening. Amazingly I cum once again, and probably the hardest all night as I feel the dual sensations of his large, and heavy hanging scrotum slap against my dripping outer labia making delicious contact with my swollen and exposed clitoris; as well as the agonizing infiltration of my womb with the wide head of his driving stalk. I am gushing warm juices out and all along his painfully embedded column of flesh. The head of his punishing dick is now pressed hard against the back of my uterine wall, an inch deep into my cervical cavity. I began severely twitching and trembling from the overwhelming battle of pleasure and pain currently taking place at the center of my being. I suddenly lose all awareness of my surroundings as my mouth falls open in a piercing scream, and I begin convulsing uncontrollably against his hard body. My vision goes dark and I am falling into an endless black hole as I feel cracks forming in my psyche and I begin to lose touch with reality while the line between real and fallacious blurs. The experience is a daunting one, though I am at no point really afraid; my only discernable thought is that I do not want to fall forever. Then just as suddenly I am no longer falling, instead am yanked back into the conscious realm and am surprised to find myself still shaking from my powerful climax. Tim seems to have gotten a more sure hold on my seizing form since he still has me in his grasp, held in the same position, but with a much tighter grip on my sweaty body. I determinedly begin focusing my mind and body in order to gather my bearings and concentrate enough to show this brother exactly who he is dealing with. I will show him the reason why he and almost every other dude who has had the pleasure of meeting me cannot help but to succumb to my will. The voluptuousness of my body is unmatched, the alluring quality of my sexuality is unparalleled, and with their technique and skill set, my mouth and pussy should be registered as lethal weapons. In other words, even though he has proven to wield the biggest dick to have ever entered my zone; and even though has already given me probably the most powerful climaxes of my life with said dick, Timothy Simmons is still about to get the fucking of his young life from this sista'. Stilling my taut form and twitching stomach, I begin a slow rocking motion back and forth over the top millimeters his embedded shaft, biting back as best I can the resulting yelp at feeling his crown slide marginally in and out of my uterus. I feel his grip on my hip and shoulder become vice like while leaning his upper body away from me a little and he groans loudly as my back and forth motion gains speed and more of his belly probing length is being stroked by my spasming walls and inner tissues. I soon begin squeezing again as best I can my clasping tunnel around the large circumference of his fat prick on my backward lunges and releasing him on the forward pulls. "Oohh fuck Steph, do that shit, yeah mama move that ass just like that, damn this pussy is tight." He says causing my confidence to grow and I decide to step it up a notch as I further intensify the swing of my hips along his pulsing shaft. Using my hands planted against and griping the back cushions of the sofa to push and pull my heaving body over his large pussy pleaser I am sliding what feels to me like half of his long iron hard pole out of my wet and clinging snatch before slamming my heavy ass back onto his plundering shlong. I am no longer holding back my grunts, yelps and moans as his barreling fuck stick plumbs my fiery depths, knocking strongly on the roof of my battered womb with every power stroke and causing a paroxysm of pain to shoot forth from my cringing uterus at the new sensation. Becoming further emboldened I start rotating my hips counterclockwise on ever other out stroke twisting my stretched walls around his strong, curved rod; and pausing for a couple seconds at the bottom of my backstroke to grind my wide ass clockwise against his straining pelvis. Soon after I begin clapping my jiggly ass cheeks against each other in between hip circles all along his plunging prick causing the soaked deep inner tissues to twist and turn all around his penetrating shaft. The sound of the wet suction from his insertions and withdrawals in the large room is downright nasty. By this point I am sliding nearly his entire immense, rock hard dick in and out of my gushing mound while throwing my ass back at and slamming against him at an even faster pace. The pleasure is otherworldly as I feel my slick walls being pulled outward on the out strokes of his thick shaft and squeezing along every pulsating, penetrating inch on every womb reaching in stroke. True to his word, the boy is indeed all up in my guts, and I find myself enjoying the satisfyingly painful ache and soreness he is producing in my womanhood with his incredible dick. "Fuck Steph, goddamn that pussy is good as fuck baby, ahhh work that cunt girl, back that fat ass up my dick." He forcefully says once again gripping my right shoulder hard, aiding my hard thrusts on his meaty pole. Moaning my appreciation of the complimentary words, I throw myself even harder into my effort to rip the cum right out of his low slung balls. Aside from his groans and growls and my screeches, screams, and yells is the wonderfully erotic sound of wet flesh colliding loudly as my thick ass continues to slam against his narrow pelvis and lower abdomen on every cervix piercing back stroke. Eventually I switch my hip rotations on the back and forth slide along his cock to clockwise turns and I receive an immediate shock to my system and the breath catches in my throat as I am introduced to the welcome and as of yet felt sensation of g-spot stimulation. The exaggerated right curve of his enormous appendage enables him to locate and irritate my most cherished pleasure point without any real maneuvering. So much so that now on every rotation of my hips on the long strokes back and forth on his rod allows his swollen helmet to scrape against the sensitive raised area, resulting in deep and guttural moans from the back of my throat as well as causing my ever spasming sheath to clamp down even harder on his engorged flesh with each pass. "Ooohhh shit Tim, you are hitting my spot boy; right there, right there, right there, sooo fucking deeeppp!! I'm cuummminng papi!! I scream as I find my whole body weakening at the intense g-spot stimulated orgasm. My rocking motion falters and I slam my ass savagely against his groin; my eyes nearly crossing I scream my voice raw as the move seems to have landed his hammer unbearably deeper into my dark well. My ass is planted against his loins, and my head has lowered with the crown being shoved against the back rest cushions of the expensive sofa while I am struggling with trying not to come completely undone by the near debilitating sensations coursing through my body at this point. His huge damn dick I believe has reached the absolute depths of my accommodating tunnel; there is apparently no more inward space to occupy so it feels like his cock head has left my vaginal region altogether and entered my stomach. Though I know it to be impossible it feels like his dick has hit and is pressed against my diaphragm and is pushing it into my lower ribs causing me to damn near hyperventilate. The pain is more than uncomfortable; it is beyond intense, and well past unbearable, this new discovery has made the packing of his oversized fuck stick inside of my weeping quim excruciating. My body eventually gives out at some point during my climax and my limbs go limp with my arms falling to the couch below bringing my head and chest along with it once I can no longer muster the strength to hold myself up by gripping the back rest; and my legs tremble and threaten to give out from under me before he finally reacts to the lethargy quickly overcoming my being. Keeping his monstrosity of a cock buried deep in my belly he moves his right hand back to its original place at my hip to join the left one and pulls me with him away from the back of the sofa as he slides his legs off of the seat cushions and once again plants his bare feet onto the cool tiled floor. I squeal pitifully as the move seems to drive his rod harder against some previously untouched surface at the bottom of my cunt. I feel a dull ache spread throughout my entire pelvis that reaches my hips from his gut wrenching penetration; I can honestly feel the presence of his massive cock in my whole abdomen. As the last tremors of my powerful climax fade from my twitching vessel I feel Tim push my head down into the crevice of the couch where the seat and back cushions meat with his roaming right hand on the back of my neck, and then using his slightly bent knees he spreads my thighs even wider on the couch before he presses his hips hard against my meaty ass cheeks ensuring that he stuffed every single inch of his long rod in my kitty. Where The Heart Is Grunting painfully, my vision is blurring from the unbelievable pressure in my nether region, the pain is unprecedented having so much cock so deep inside of me that I can almost taste the pre-cum leaking from his tip in the back of my throat. I then feel Tim bring both of his hands to my hips before pulling his solid penis a little ways out of my battered cunt. Almost immediately he smoothes his large hands around over my ass to cup both cheeks and lifting the heavy globes up and off of my thighs before finally snapping his hips back against my ass and the back of my thighs "Tiimmm!," I half moan, half scream in utter sexual agony at feeling something pop and shift painfully in my lower stomach from the impossibly deep stroke of his organ piercing dick. This motherfucker is trying to kill me with that thing. "Uugghh fuck you're toooo deeepppp baby!! Hold up, wait!!" I cry out miserably feeling his massive dick pulsing strongly plugged into the very end of my vaginal passage. "Uugh take it girl! You know you like that dick up in you; ugghh your pussy is so tight." He says as he begins grinding his pelvis against my plump ass in little circles effectively stirring his buried rod in my snatch like he is churning butter. "Aye papi, soooo fucking huge, you feel so damn big in meee!!! I shout not really being able to express just how powerful the impact his brutal treatment of my poor pussy is having on my fragile mind. With both of his hands securely wrapped around my waist, he begins a savage fucking motion with our bodies sawing his heavy prick in and out of my defeated cunt. My overflow of moisture is prevalent as the noises being produced by his stabbing penis into my drenched tunnel nearly overlap the sounds coming from our mouths. Every single bone jarring thrust of his unforgiving cock brings forth a weak scream from my parched lips as his dick head reopens my cervical opening on each entry. I completely concede to his dominance over my body as he continues drilling my bruised hole for the next ten minutes. Finally after experiencing at least two more mind melting orgasms I notice an almost imperceptible change in the speed of his punishing strokes, and his rhythm begins to falter; he is no longer pulling his penis all the way out of me before shoving right back in to the bottom of my hole. His enormous member grows incredibly larger inside of my quivering pussy and after one last merciless thrust against my uterus, Tim pulls his bulging shaft from me in one long uninterrupted out stroke. For a moment I fear he may actually have my small intestine wrapped around the head of his dick. "Oohh shit!!" I moan raggedly half in surprise and half in relief at the sudden and hopeful end to this grueling experience. "Turn around baby, come and get this nut." I hear Tim snarl out to me after having taken a couple of steps away from the couch to give me space to pivot. With whatever strength I still possess I make myself turn around in place sitting on the comfortable large seat cushion of the nice sofa and facing his sweaty, panting form. One look at his pulsing manhood swaying heavily before my eyes absolutely smeared with my thick whitish cunt cream all the way to the root causes a rush of feminine pride at being able to take his entire prick; which is quickly followed by an uncharacteristic embarrassed feeling at having reacted in the manner that I had during our session. Exhausted as I am though, I cannot help but admire the work this boy has just put in on my annihilated pussy and here I am staring at the evidence of the bevy of pleasure received by me coating his manhood. Tim purposefully steps toward me at the same time as I am leaning forward reaching out once again with my left hand to grasp the thick member in the middle of its curve. Giving the vibrating appendage a firm squeeze, I then stroke my fist up his slimy shaft towards the crown when I feel the trembles of his body turn to full out shaking and his penis flexes powerfully in my hand. As I am glancing up to see Tim throw his head back groaning out that he was going to cum I feel his engorged cock give a mighty lurch in my fisted hand proceeded by a strong stream of male ejaculate spraying out of the pee slit in the center of the head and land over my right eye and across the bridge of my nose. I gasp sharply, my mouth forming a small 'O' as I am startled a little by the force of his release, allowing most of the salty discharge from the very next stream from his member to enter into my mouth. The gasp turns into pleased moans as Tim continues spraying his warm seed all over my hair and face. All the while I am lightly stroking his pulsing cock, rubbing my pussy cream into the skin covering the beautiful piece of flesh. By the time he has finished spurting his essence on my face, I have swallowed most of his cum with the rest currently covering my right eye, left cheek, chin and forehead. I am still holding his heavy cock as it starts to deflate, but before it completely recedes to its resting position I lift the mighty weapon up to my full lips and place a loving kiss on the slippery head. End Flashback Opening my eyes, I sit patiently still while my mind attempts to gain control of my breathing as I allow the memory of my unforgettable first time giving myself to the man who still holds my heart to fade. Composing myself before I risk a glance at the elderly woman seated to my right on this business class flight to Pittsburgh, PA. The daydream has unfortunately left behind physical traces on my body from the intensity of the vivid scene being replayed in my mind's eye. Beads of sweat are dotted along my forehead while my nipples are standing out like bullet tips pressed against the thick fabric of my tan cotton turtleneck sweater; and my cream colored thong panties beneath my navy blue pencil skirt are absolutely soaked with my juices and sticking my flowering lower lips. I quietly sniff the air of the crowded compartment of the large Airline Jet and the aroma wafting through my flared nostrils reveals that my arousal is indeed quite noticeable in the atmosphere in the confined space of the plane; well at least in my row of seats. I almost feel bad for the aging woman sitting next to me having to inhale the strong scent as I finally cast my eyes fully in her direction and we share a smile. The captain soon comes over the speakers instructing us passengers to fasten our seatbelts as he is bringing us around for landing. Well erotic memories aside it is almost time to face the music; I am coming home for to place of my greatest joy, and my worst sorrow. Nervousness permeates through my entire being at the prospect at seeing him again. I have not set foot in this town since that fateful day when I was forced to make the decision to save my own life; nor have I spoken to him in all the time I have been away. Though I know it is possibly, I seriously doubt I will be able to avoid seeing Timothy Simmons before I once again leave the place that holds such a large part of my history. I close my eyes against the flare up of my childhood fear of flying I thought I had banished as the expected turbulence of the plane rapidly decreasing altitude presents itself symbolically for what the next few weeks of my life promises to be. It is most certainly not sweet, but it is home... To Be Continued....