5 comments/ 44882 views/ 42 favorites Forbidden Love 01 By: ParanormalQueen CHAPTER ONE... As fingers slowly drifted up her back to her neck, Annabelle sighed slowly to herself. She felt lips following the trail and latching themselves to her shoulder before sucking deeply. This tore a moan from her mouth. She was slowly turned over and felt the same lips kissing slowly, almost lazily to her left breast. She held her breath as they got closer and soon felt a warm tongue lapping at her hard nipple. She gasped and opened her eyes wildly and saw... Nothing. Oh God, Belle sobbed silently to herself looking around. It was the dream. Again. The same dream she'd had the day before and two days ago. She touched herself and felt wetness. What was happening to her? *** 'What?' spluttered Belle's best friend, Claire. Belle patted her back and smiled, albeit shakily. 'Don't go choking on me, Claire-bear,' she dryly said. They were at the Starbucks on Park Street in Bristol having lunch. Belle had just told Claire about her dreams for the first time and suffice to say Claire was shocked. Couldn't blame her. I mean who had the exact same dream consecutively for three nights? 'Are you sure your body isn't reminding you that it needs regular shagging?' Claire said once she had settled herself. Belle laughed, 'Regular shagging. Oh my God Claire, you're making me sound very deprived.' 'Aren't you?' she retorted. 'I mean you haven't had a boyfriend in what, two years? And you are too strait-laced to get yourself a pink rabbit,' she wiggled her eyebrows at this and Belle shook her head. Ever since she broke up with Leo, or rather found Leo cheating on her with his secretary (very cliché, she knew. Idiot man couldn't even be original), she had gone off men in general. Become celibate. Claire couldn't understand how she was doing it. Claire was quite...*ahem* sexually active to say the least. 'So what do you think these dreams mean then?' she asked slurping her caramel frappuccino. 'Well I wouldn't know that would I?' Belle replied stirring her tea somewhat forlornly. 'I mean, they have been rather vivid you know. Honestly, I'm kinna scared to go to bed tonight. I really don't want it repeating itself.' Claire gasped at her, 'Are you winding me up? You don't WANT it to happen? Babe, this might sound very wrong as obviously it's just a dream, but this is probably the only 'nookie' you'll be getting for the rest of your life so you had better hope damn well that it happens again.' She then smiled slyly, 'And this time, make sure you remember everything that happens so that you can report back to me. I'm on hiatus at the moment so you're gonna be my source of enjoyment.' She wiggled her eyebrows again lasciviously. How on earth did a proper girl like her end up with such a sex-starved friend, Belle asked herself for the umpteenth time. They had met as room-mates in Badminton College in Bristol in lower fifth and had stuck as best friends all through college, university and now work. Although, Belle worked in Burges Salmon law firm and Claire in Osborn Clarke, they were still as close as could be. Their flats were even in the same building albeit different floors. 'Really though,' Claire continued, 'What are you going to do? I mean, it's okay to say you aren't going to sleep for the next two days, it doesn't matter, it's the weekend. But what about Sunday? You don't want to go to work looking exhausted. Mark would be pleased.' Belle scowled at that statement. Yes, slimy Mark. She had just been promoted to associate level and Mark was extremely displeased as he was still a normal solicitor and he'd been working there for three years before she joined. Plus she was now the youngest associate in the company as she was just twenty eight. 'Oh bugger. This cannot be happening to me. I really don't want to give Mark something to gloat about. The toad can't wait for me to slip up so that he can scuttle back to Pritchard with his report!' Belle sighed and stirred her now cold tea once more. The annoying thing was that she could not even see the face of the person/thing/entity that was tormenting her. 'Oh God what if it's a girl?' she suddenly gasped. Claire stared at her puzzled. 'A girl that's...' she asked slowly. Belle gripped her hand, 'A girl that's been driving me bonkers? And I've been enjoying it?' This was said with a flushed face, 'I mean don't get me wrong I have nothing against lesbians but...I'm not one so does that make me...I dunno bisexual?' Claire guffawed at this and Belle frowned at her. She was serious. She hadn't been able to see the face of the person, just feel and every time she opened her eyes in her dream she woke up. 'Goodness, Annabelle Hemmingway! You truly crack me up. Bisexual. A girl. Only you would let your imagination run away with you.' Claire wiped her eyes with her paper napkin and shook her head still giggling a little. 'Hmph' Belle breathed a tad angrily. She really couldn't see what was so funny about what she was going through. Claire noticed she was not best pleased and patted her clenched fist before saying gently, 'Belle sweetie, I'm not taking the piss out of you I'm just laughing at the whole situation. Obviously it's not funny especially if it's gonna cause you sleepless nights but...I don't even know what to say or do. At the end of the day it's a dream, or dreams. There's really nothing you or we can do about it.' Belle shrugged. She understood what Claire was saying but she couldn't help feeling that it was a tad unfair that it was happening to her. Why not Claire? She would have positively revelled in this situation. 'Come on,' Claire said getting up and dragging her tense body. 'We are going to go back to yours, pack up stuff for the weekend and then straight back to mine. And we're gonna tackle this dream-disturbing sex-monster together.' Belle giggled reluctantly, 'Fine'. *** It was 11 p.m. and Claire had fallen asleep on her sofa in her living room. Belle went to her bedroom, took her quilt and went back to cover her sleeping form smiling as she did. Claire looked like a baby in her sleep. With her short spiky blue-black her, sea blue eyes and tall thin body, she looked like a force to be reckoned with. Asleep though, she looked so peaceful, her long eyelashes grazing her cheekbones. Belle smiled again and tiptoed out of the living room and into Claire's spare bedroom. She walked to the full length mirror and studied her face. She looked at her doll-like chocolate brown eyes, her full lips, thanks to her Nigerian mother, her long extremely curly golden brown hair and her soft, full cheeks. She wasn't beautiful or even pretty. Even she knew that no matter what Claire or her parents told her. She was cute. That's what Leo had always said to her. Cute. Cute-Winona Ryder, or Cute-Cuddly stuffed animal? She was pretty sure it was the latter. She slowly slid out of her wrap-around dress and was soon stood in her Marks and Spencer cotton bra and knickers. She studied her curvy body. Her breasts straining against her 34 DD bra, her tiny waist, her soft rounded tummy and her 'child-bearing hips' according to her mother. Belle always wondered what made her attractive to guys. Not like she had had boyfriends spilling out of her ears. Not like Claire definitely. She had had about three serious relationships and that was that. Some said her eyes were her best features, others her lips, a few her caramel-chocolate coloured skin. She sighed to herself, she didn't think she was attractive personally, especially not in this size-zero world. She was too curvy. She looked down again and suddenly.... Belle felt those fingers. She tried opening her eyes immediately but they were too heavy. Oh my God, she thought to herself fearfully, she was sure this wasn't a dream because she was semi-conscious but it had to be. There certainly was no one in the house apart from Claire and she could not possibly be the person doing this so who was it doing this wicked but oh so sexy things to her again? Those fingers glided down the middle of her breasts to her tummy. A finger dipped into her navel and then slid down to the top of her knickers skimming the edges slowly. Her knees buckled and she wondered how she could still be upright before realising that a warm hand was on her waist holding her up. She felt her neck fall to one side as those soft lips kissed the side of her throat. She moaned softly. Quietly. She felt her knickers slowly drop to her knees and then, oh dear, a long finger slid torturously to her clitoris and slowly pushed against it. She instinctively arched her back and felt something long and wondrously hard against her bottom. She instantly heard a sharp intake of breath and, although Belle could not say for sure, she was almost certain that the sound broke the 'spell' she was in. She looked up sharply opening her eyes and stared into the greenest pair of eyes she'd ever seen. She blinked in astonishment and... 'Belle. Annabelle. Oh my God are you alright?' Belle looked up in dazedness and saw Claire at the door with wide befuddled eyes. Belle groaned slowly and looked back at the mirror seeing her state of nakedness. 'Oh God, Claire it happened again.' And with that she slipped to the floor and fainted. When she opened her eyes she was on the bed looking up into a pair of worried blue eyes. She blinked slowly and asked 'What happened?' Claire sat down next to her sighing shakily in relief. 'Oh thank God you're ok. I was about to ring for an ambulance.' Belle looked around and noticed that she was on the bed, 'How did...' Claire smiled somewhat smugly. 'I told you all those trips to the gym weren't gonna be in vain. I dragged you up here myself.' Belle laughed quietly. Skinny Claire was able to log chubby her off the floor. Wow! 'What happened, Belle? I heard a noise, I don't know what it was exactly and ran to the room and saw you blinking, madly I might add, at the mirror,' Claire said staring down at her. Belle struggled to sit upright and looked at her scared, 'You wouldn't believe me if I told you.' 'Try me.' So Belle did, not leaving one word out. She ended with, 'And it was so real. I mean I wasn't even sleeping this time. Except if one can sleep standing upright and in front of the mirror. I felt every single thing so vividly. Even more vivid than my dreams. And those eyes. Oh Lord they were so green. I mean I'd have probably thought I was hallucinating as I only noticed them for a split second but the colour! I don't think I could have possibly imagined them.' Belle was shaking when she was finished, dragging the quilt tighter around her. Claire hugged her tightly, 'Shush shush dearie. I don't want to see a single tear drop from your eyes.' She made her lie back down and went round to the other side lying down as well. 'In all honesty, Belle I thought they were just, I don't know, normal dreams until I saw you now. With my own eyes. You looked like...bloody hell you were in another world. And the window was open. Did you...' Belle shook her head. The window, she hadn't noticed that. Claire looked truly puzzled. And slightly scared. 'That's odd, I never open this window. I mean I hardly even come into this room. it's the spare room for Pete's sake. Oh my God, do you think it was a rapist. I mean, I haven't heard anything in the news about rapists in Clifton but surely...' Belle shook her head again, 'It couldn't have been a rapist or anything like that. I would have noticed something and there's no way on earth that I wouldn't have been able to open my eyes the moment I felt the...thing except if I had been drugged and really...that could not have possibly happened now could it?' Claire reluctantly nodded. Belle did have a point. It couldn't have been a rapist. Belle wasn't even sure if it was a real person but there was no way she was going to tell Claire that! Claire would think she was running temperature and definitely mumbling gibberish! 'And you're sure it was the same person?' Claire asked. 'Definitely.' Belle replied, 'I mean, I can, or rather could feel it. It was the same person....I can't describe it to you. Can't even put it in words but...oh God Claire what am I going to do? This cannot keep happening. If this could happen now that I'm awake who's to say I'm not going to...I dunno, experience a 'fit' or 'spell' or something in the office?' Belle was steadily getting teary eyed and her last word ended with a sob. 'Bollocks, Belle. That's not going to happen. And anyway this person, whoever he is, definitely doesn't want to be seen even by you from what you can tell me. So I don't really think he'll be stupid enough to do something in the office in full glare of everyone. Plus he seems to be coming at night and that rules your office out then.' Claire retorted matter-of-factly. Belle opened her mouth to argue again and Claire silenced her with a sharp look saying, 'No-uh. You shall not argue. I forbid it. Now go to bed and when you wake up. I shall make a proper brekkie for the both of us.' At this Belle giggled. Claire could not cook to save her life. She couldn't even make toast properly. Claire scowled at her and playfully chucked a pillow at Belle's head. 'Oh alright, I'll treat us to a lovely brekkie at Café Rouge okay?!' They both laughed and she got up to turn off the light. Belle closed her eyes as Claire got back into bed and whispered a soft 'Good night' before falling asleep immediately. Belle smiled to herself in the darkness. Trust Claire to sleep off instantly. She'd never met anyone who loved their sleep as much as Claire. She turned towards the window and stared at it slightly fearfully. She was not going to sleep tonight she silently told herself. She was going to stare at that window till... ...Aaah, she was asleep. Aleksander looked at her from his position on the highest branch of the oak tree by the window. She was exceedingly beautiful. In all his three hundred odd years of living he had never seen anyone as beautiful as she was. He shook his head slowly as he recalled what had happened earlier that night. She had actually looked at him. Into his eyes. His heart had skipped at that point. He had been shocked. The fact that she had seen him and the fact that his heart had actually skipped. That had never happened. Ever. He dropped from the branch, twenty feet to the pavement without making a sound and looked round. No one was on the street, but on looking closer, with his preternatural sight he saw a drunken man stumbling towards his direction. He saw, or rather smelt the slight cut he had on his left eyebrow and his nostrils flared. He had not fed in two nights. He took a step towards the man then caught himself. No! He wasn't going to feed on the man even if no one would mourn his inevitable death. He had promised himself that he was going to stop feeding on humans ever since he noticed the girl, Annabelle her friend called her. He turned around swiftly before he changed his mind and with extra effort as he was getting weak with hunger, he channelled his thoughts towards his home and in a twinkle of an eye found himself back in his room. He sighed quietly to himself. He did it. And he did not think anyone had noticed his absence. He turned from the window quietly and stopped upon noticing his father, mother and twin elder sisters. Bollocks, in the words of humans he thought. 'Aleksander Romano,' his father quietly said in his deep authoritative voice. 'Where are you coming from?' Aleksander stared at his shoes and mumbled a 'Hello father, mother. Katrina, Elena.' 'That was not what I asked you to tell me. Where. Are. You. Coming From?' His father's voice was slightly louder this time. 'Answer me Aleksander or I will forcefully read your thoughts.' He looked up sharply at his father. He saw his mother put a restraining hand on his father's arm and noticed the slightly fearful looks on his elder sisters' faces. 'England.' He replied shortly. He did not need to see their faces as their collective gasps said it all. 'England?' His mother whispered. 'Have you gone mad, Aleksander? What possessed you to go all the way there? Whatever for? Are you trying to destroy what we have spent centuries building? Humans do not believe in us and we like it that way. Please tell me you did not feed on anyone there. Please.' his mother ended her statement in a broken voice. He looked up and saw his father staring at him sourly with a 'see how you are making your mother feel' look. 'No, mother I did not feed on anyone. I just went to...I just felt like exploring the continent. I'm frankly quite sick off staying cooped up in the castle and I promise you, no one noticed me.' Well almost no one he thought to himself, there was no way Annabelle would think of him as being a vampire. The poor souls did not believe they existed. He would have chuckled to himself if his father had not suddenly bellowed. 'No one noticed you! Why did you disobey my rule in the first place? I clearly stated no one leaves the castle except to feed and that's just a mile away in the dungeon. Your sisters always obey my rules. Why can't you? Why are you so thick-headed? Let this be the first and last time you leave this castle. Assuming this is indeed the first time? Aleksander?' Aleksander sullenly nodded. He was three hundred and twenty two years, it was time his father stopped treating him as a child. He looked at his sisters who were fifty years older than him. They were staring at him with exact expressions of shock. His father repeated quietly, 'Aleksander, give me your word that you shall not leave the castle again without my permission.' Aleksander stared at his father's mask-like face and replied so softly that no human would have been able to make out his next statement. 'I love you father but I'm sorry I cannot give you my word.' His father's eyes widened in disbelief and his mother moaned slowly in despair. 'You dare disobey me. To my very face.' His father growled. 'Father...' Katrina started and was interrupted with a sharp 'SILENCE.' The whole room went quiet, even his mother sharply stopped her keening. He stared at Aleksander for a full minute saying nothing and Aleksander stared back with a set look to his face. 'Leave us, everyone.' His father softly said. His mother and sisters looked up at him. 'I beg of you Claudio, don't...' His mother whispered and was silenced with a dark look. She breathed in slowly and turned to the door with his sisters. On getting there, she turned back and looked at Aleksander sadly before quietly leaving with his sisters. Aleksander took a deep breath and looked at his father when they were the only two in the room. His father had never struck him before but the look on his face was petrifying. He nearly fell over with shock when he saw his father suddenly sigh wearily and ask in a tired voice, 'Why? Why do you always flagrantly flout my rules? Why, Aleksander?' Aleksander had never seen his father look so defeated. He walked with trepidation to his bed and sat down. 'I do not always disobey you papa,' he started, reverting back to the fond way he called his father when he was younger. 'The first time I left here, I...' he went quiet as he realised what he had just confessed to. His father looked at him in abject shock, 'The first time? How many times have you done this then?' Aleksander muttered a 'Five.' 'FIVE!' 'Yes but listen father, the first time I went was merely to have a look at the whole of France for the first time without being chaperoned by you or your servants or anyone. I do not know what possessed me to go to England and the next thing I was there.' He slowly smiled to himself forgetting that his father was in the same room now looking at him with something akin to bemusement. Forbidden Love 01 'And then I saw Her. She was beautiful. Is beautiful. The most beautiful person, both human and vampire that I've ever seen. I had to follow her. I did so, quietly, and followed her to her flat. All I did was stare at her. I don't know how long that was but I realised that dawn was about to break and I hurried back.' He looked at his father who was now sitting by the dresser and staring at him in understanding. 'Oh father, I had to go back. Again and again and again. She was just...lovely.' 'You're in love then I gather?' his father wryly asked. Aleksander stared sharply at his father, 'Love? Who said anything about Love? I just think...I mean I just...I...' He stammered slowly as it dawned on him that this was indeed the only explanation. How else could he explain what was always drawing him back there? He had never felt this way before about anyone or anything in his entire life. It had to be love? But...for a human? That was unheard of! He looked again at his father, 'I cannot be in love. I have to snap out of it. She's...she's human, father.' He expected his father to agree with him as humans were simply out of bounds as partners. Only food. He was stunned to see his father shake his head albeit wearily. 'Yes, son I understand what you mean. Five hundred years ago I met an amazing woman. She was astonishing. She was the chambermaid of the Comtessa Maria of Italy. I fell in love immediately. I too thought I had to 'snap out of it' as you say because she was human but I couldn't. I kept on meeting her in secret. Wooing her. All to the annoyance and disapproval of my peers but I could not help myself. I was too in love.' He sighed with a sweet smile on his face and Aleksander looked at him in wonderment, 'So what happened father? Did you have to give her up? Did she find out what you were?' His father ruefully shook his head. 'At first she didn't. I had determined that I was going to leave her alone and move to another city. But I had to see her one more time. Little did I know that Damien, my arch enemy was going to accompany me, albeit stealthily. When I got to her, she rushed into my arms and I was weak. I was not sure I would be able to tell her the truth and Damien, now one of the elders, pounced from nowhere on her. I thought I would die that day. He dragged her off me and tauntingly shook the frightened girl at me. 'This is what you leave your clan for every night. This...food?' He said to me derisively. I was brimming with fear and anger, my son, I begged him to let her go, to refrain from harming her, but he did not listen. She was shaking with fear. She asked us what we were. Who we were. Damien laughed and replied 'Did Claudio not say? We are vampyre, my dear girl. Vampires'. She started howling hysterically. She pleaded with us to let her go. She cried that she would not tell anyone about us but Damien did not listen. I begged him not to and right in front of me he bit her. 'I remember my anguish as if it was yesterday. He almost drained her and I fought like hell with him but Damien was older, more powerful. He dropped her in her almost drained state into my arms and smiled at me, 'This is for you. If you really love her then leave her to die as she obviously would rather do so than become one of us. But if you do not care, if you want her with you forever, then turn her. The decision is up to you' and with that he flew off. I was shaking, crying as I held her in my arms. She looked at me with sad, almost dead eyes and whispered, 'Leave me. Leave me let me die. I love you but I cannot be one of you. Please leave me.' And you know what my son, I did. I kissed her one last time. Told her one last time how much I loved her and I left her there with a smile on her face. I watched her die, Aleksander and that was, and still is the hardest thing I've ever had to do in my years of living on this earth.' He sighed once more and dragged his hand down his tired face. 'You see son, this is why I am going to tell you this for your own good. Leave her be. Humans do not want to be like us. Myself and your mother were obviously once human and foolish enough to not heed our parents and that's how we were forcefully turned against our will. I do not regret it. How else would we have had you and your sisters? My lovely children? You are amongst the first pure-bred vampires the world has ever known. Birthed as one and not turned. You and your sisters and the other handful of your type out there are infinitely more powerful than us. The elders would make sure that you do not sully your blood by mating or having anything to do with humans. So you see my son, you are in between the proverbial devil and the deep blue sea. On one hand humans would rather die than become one of us, that is if the ones of today even believe in us, which they don't. On the other hand, if you were to show interest in a human, the elders would kill such a one as there is the minute chance that she may love you back and want to be turned. The elders want a new world of pure-bred vampires and would stop at nothing to make sure it comes to pass.' Aleksander shook his head vehemently, 'But what if I do not want to be with a pure bred vampire? They cannot force me against my will.' His father smiled sorrowfully, 'No they can't but they would rather you stay forever single than end up with any ordinary vampire or human. Why do you think your sisters do not want to marry? They are very beautiful. But they are strong headed like you and would rather marry for love. My son, I cannot stop you from going after your human in the end but if you really love her you would stop. Because if the elders, particularly Damien finds out, then you will lose her forever. So please my son, be careful whatever path you choose.' And with that he patted his son's shoulder and left the room. Aleksander looked through unseeing eyes round his room. What was he to do? Forbidden Love 02 CHAPTER TWO... 'What exactly are we celebrating, again?' Annabelle asked drolly as Claire shimmied her way into her room with a chilled bottle of Bollinger. 'Two weeks since your stalker of a dreamer has visited you that's what. And once we're through with this bottle, we are going to Fuschia to celebrate some more!' Claire said popping the cork of the bottle expertly and sloshing the sparkling fluid into two large wine glasses. Annabelle shrugged. She was going to stop fretting as well. Her body had been as tense as a coil for the past fortnight as she wondered what and why the thing had not returned. She was determined to relax as she felt whoever or whatever it was wasn't going to come back. As she sipped her champagne, a tiny treacherous voice asked her slyly if she was truly relieved her 'dream-man' had not returned or if she did not, ever so slightly, miss his expert fingers. She shuddered mentally. She would not think of it again as her mind was even beginning to play tricks on her. She refocused on what was going on in her room and saw Claire rifling through her wardrobe. 'What on earth are you looking for Claire-bear?' She asked exasperatedly. 'Something for you to wear, that's what.' Was the sharp retort. Belle stood up and went over to Claire's side. 'But you jolly well know I'm capable of looking for what to wear myself so move.' Belle tried to muscle her way in but Claire shoved her none too gently to the bed. 'Belle darling, you know I'm far stronger than you so sit still and lemme look for your outfit. And anyway there's no way in hell I'm going to let you choose something yourself. You'll end up picking something suitable for a funeral and tonight I intend for the both of us to wow everyone with our sexiness!' Claire yelled the last word as she pounced on the tightest of dresses at the back of Belle's wardrobe. Belle noticed what she was holding and groaned outwardly. 'You've got to be joking I AM NOT wearing that. It's too tight!' 'Exactly, Belle darling, exactly why I'm choosing it. Hold on a second, I remember buying this for you in Italy! You've never worn it have you? Well today's your lucky day 'cuz you shall most definitely be wearing it.' Claire dropped it on Belle's laps, 'Go on. Try it on silly.' Belle debated within herself for a second on whether she should then shrugged mentally. What the heck, she might as well wear it. She gulped down the rest of the champers to the hoot of approval from Claire and dragged her oversized t-shirt over her head. She then slid into the red halter dress and stood in front of a now gob smacked Claire. 'Well,' she demanded, 'How does it look. Oh God, awful isn't it? I should never have...' 'Shut it, you silly cow. It's bloody gorgeous that's why I couldn't utter a word. You look...stunning...in fact you've got to see this for yourself,' and with that she dragged a disbelieving Belle to the full length mirror in the hallway. 'See for yourself'. Belle gasped at the person staring back at her. She looked amazing. The dress clung to her curves and held tightly. It pushed her breasts together to form a to-die-for cleavage and clinched at her waist making it look tinier than ever before shimmering down her hips and stopping two inches before her knees. 'Bloody Hell, Claire. I look....I mean...Whoa.' She stuttered. She looked at Claire through the mirror and saw her smirking triumphantly. 'Told you you'd look utterly fab. Come on let's book a taxi and start getting ready. We are going to knock everyone's socks off when we get there.' *** Aleksander paced up and down his room for the umpteenth time. It had been fourteen days since he'd last seen her. Touched her. Smelled her coconut-scented hair. Trailed his fingers down her soft as a feather body. He could not control himself any longer. Elders and Consequences be damned. He was going to see her again. He marched to his wardrobe and threw on a black t shirt and black jeans. He looked at himself in the mirror and smiled. Humans thought that they, vampires, could not see their own reflection. Stupid beings. He absently studied his face as he spritzed a bit of cologne over him. He was ready. He turned to his window about to vault out of it and heard a tiny cough. He whirled round to see his father staring at him with an indecipherable look. 'I must say I'm a tad surprised you waited this long before going back to your human. Surprised and impressed. I see my impatience which you inherited was tampered with your mother's patience and I thank her for this.' Aleksander ran a frustrated hand through his shoulder length dark hair. 'I'm sorry father but I simply cannot stay away. I think about her every morning when I sleep and every night when I wake. I haven't been feeding properly because all my thoughts are consumed with her. I have to see her Papa. Don't you understand?' His father smiled, if not sadly, 'I do my son. Believe me that I, more than anyone, understands. Which is why I shall not stop you. Go my son, but be careful. You are, after all the only son I have and I want you to come back safely in one piece.' Aleksander smiled joyfully, 'Thank you father. I shall be very careful. Thank you so much.' He hugged the man who one could mistake for his brother and flew out of the window. As he got to England, and the outskirts of Bristol, he sniffed the air. Hmm, she was not at home, definitely somewhere in their town. He looked down and saw her. He gasped and had to concentrate to stay in the air. She looked gorgeous. Her beauty was indescribable. He saw her friend, the skinny tall one walking with her into a building. Hmm, must be one of their clubs. He smiled slowly to himself. It was time he made himself visible to the humans here. *** Annabelle and Claire walked into Fuschia already dancing to the music. They smiled at the cloak lady as they passed her their coats and paid for their entrance. They also got their VIP bands courtesy of Claire's mate who had a night at the club. 'Ooooh, I'm so excited. I haven't been out in yonks. Thanks for making me do this Claire-Bear.' Belle grinned at her best friend as they practically skipped up the stairs to the floor where the music was thumping. On getting there, they showed the door man their bands and walked into a room with bodies heaving against one another. 'Aaah, it's been too long. Oh, look Belle, we're already turning eyes. Let's make our way to the VIP room. Don't want these 'normal' lot taking up our time now, do we?' Claire giggled to Belle as they evaded hands and come-ons from random men. They heaved a naughty sigh once they got to the VIP room. It looked heavenly, the lights were dimmer than the normal dance floor and everyone was lazily lounging on the comfy-looking sofas. A blonde-haired man came up to them with a lazy smile and growled a 'Whoa, haven't seen two fitties in a long while. What are you guys having?' Claire smiled and replied in a sexy tone, 'A sex on the beach for me and a screaming orgasm for my mate.' Belle swallowed a gasp at Claire's outrageous flirtation. The guy widened his grin and nodded before turning to the bar man. 'Claire Lovell! What on earth are you thinking?' Belle whispered in her ears. 'I've found me the guy I'm taking home tonight so better get one for yourself.' Claire whispered back. Belle narrowed her eyes, 'Hussy!' 'Prude!' was the instant retort. Belle shook her head and turned back to the door and her smile froze. Those eyes. Oh my God, he was here. And that inevitably meant he was real. She had been hoping that he was just a vivid figment of her imagination but it seemed her dream man was a hundred percent real. She nudged Claire and whispered from the side of her lips, 'Dream man is here. And he's definitely real.' Claire spun around immediately and gasped when she saw him. He was slowly pushing through people towards them. 'Oh my God he is...I mean I probably should not be saying this but. He is...FIT.' Claire gasped. Belle mutely nodded in agreement. Fit did not begin to describe him. Sexy was not even close. He was practically indescribable. He had shoulder length dark, almost black hair. He had soft lips that were curved in a semi-smile at the moment. He was tall, about 6'3 and his body was lean but looked muscled in that fitting back t-shirt. Oh Lord, and those eyes. They were....mesmerising. She found that she could not look away and from the way Claire was frozen by her side, that she, Claire was feeling the same way too. When he got to their front, the smile widened showing the whitest, straightest rows of teeth known to man and dentist. 'Hello,' he whispered slowly in a deep, husky voice. Belle nearly swooned, 'H-Hey.' she stuttered back. Claire simply stared. 'Aleksander,' he said extending a hand towards Claire first. She nodded and shook his outstretched hand, gulping out a 'Claire.' He turned to Belle with the same hand and when Belle made contact with it she nearly whimpered. His touch was simply electrifying. She looked up into his eyes and saw that he had felt it too. She muttered a 'Belle. Annabelle, actually.' She was surprised that she could say more than one word. Next thing, she heard the blonde guy's voice behind her and whirled round to see him with their drinks. 'Here you go, ladies,' he smirked at them then noticed Aleksander who was still staring at Belle. He scowled at him and opened his mouth to say something, and Claire quickly snatched Belle's drink from him and shoved it into her hand at the same time saying sweetly, 'That was darling of you. Let's go somewhere quiet so we can,' she paused and smiled sexily up at him 'Converse.' she ended. He was instantly mollified and he took Claire's hand and walked off to a corner in the room. Belle thanked Claire silently for averting any squabble and looked back to see Aleksander still staring at her with a little smile playing at the corner of his lips. 'Seems to me your friend just 'saved my arse'.' He said smiling. Belle smiled back shakily, 'Well you could say that.' She then frowned, 'I've got a couple of questions for you though. Why have you, I mean how is it possible...and I know this sounds absolutely bonkers, but...okay, have you been coming into my room at night?' she ended at a rush and was shocked to see him nod in the affirmative. Oh God, it really was him. 'But how? I mean, I could never see you. It felt like a dream. Dreams actually. How did you do it?' He shrugged slightly with a playful grin. 'I move pretty fast.' 'But, the last time - I mean the last time I saw you. At Claire's. The window was locked. How did you get in? Or move 'pretty fast' in the space of a blink?' She asked again, looking at him suspiciously. He shrugged yet again, 'Would you believe me if I told you it was magic?' She snorted, 'Oh please don't be absurd. Magic. Soon you'll be telling me you flew from her window down to the floor, four storeys below.' She turned back to the table getting her drink and missing the narrowed look he gave her which swiftly disappeared once she looked back. 'Do you want to dance?' He asked rather abruptly and she stared into those astonishingly green eyes again in bemusement. 'Err, I suppose so. Just let me finish my drink first.' And she threw everything back into her mouth and swallowed, her eyes watering slightly as it hit the back of her throat. As he led her to the dance floor, she stumbled a bit and he caught her. 'Whoops,' she giggled. 'I do believe, I'm a tad drunk Mr. Aleksander.' He looked into her eyes unsmiling and asked softly, 'Maybe it's best I take you home then?' She was about to laugh at him until she saw he was serious. 'Oh,' she muttered. She shook her head slightly as if to clear the effects of her drink from her head and felt, oh bliss, those fingers trailing up her arm to her neck as he tilted her face up to look at him. 'Or if you want to stay it's up to you,' he continued and smiled that devastating smile again. Oh bugger it, she suddenly thought. She was, as Claire had called her, a prude and it was time she let go of her strait-laced upbringing and lived a little! She tossed back her cork-screw curls and defiantly said, 'Wait here a moment so I can tell Claire. Don't want her thinking I was kidnapped!' She disentangled herself from Aleksander and rushed to find Claire. She shook her head as she spotted Claire snogging the blonde's head off. She tapped her shoulder and Claire spun round in shock. 'Oh, it's you? What's up?' 'I'm off home. With Aleksander.' Claire's eyes widened as she took that in, 'Well well...and I called you a prude, didn't I? Silly me. Well be careful. He's undeniably sexy but protection comes first!' She tinkled at Belle. Belle laughed and hugged her, 'See you later Claire-bear and protection right back atchya!' She walked off to the sound of Claire laughing behind her and looked around for Aleksander. 'Behind you.' She heard and spun round to see him staring into her eyes. 'I'm ready.' She said after a silent gulp. Once they got to her block of flats, she thought for the thousandth time whether she was doing the right thing. However, as the others had come and gone, this thought too came and went. She was nearly deranged with longing and being more than a tad drunk was not helping either. In the cab, all he'd done was stare out the window whilst tickling the palm of her left hand. They got out of the cab and walked slowly to the third floor to her flat. Once they got there, she turned back to him and smiled shakily, 'Well, home sweet home.' He didn't smile back. 'Indeed,' he replied and before she could blink he swooped down and kissed her. Mon Dieu, he had been wanting and waiting to do this since he spotted her with her friend at the club. He had nearly decapitated the stupid man that had dared question his presence there. He sighed inwardly as she opened her lips to the onslaught of his. He slowly slipped his tongue into her mouth and swallowed her sigh. Still kissing her, he bent and carried her, his arms going round her soft yet firm buttocks and slowly backed into her bedroom. He got to the bed and dropped her on it. Her eyes flew open and stared into his. Those big beautiful chocolate coloured eyes. Her pupils were so dilated they nearly covered the white of her eyes. He slowly smiled into her face and then slipped off his t-shirt. She gasped as she looked up at his shirtless body. His chest! It was beyond description. Muscular without looking over-worked out. And his abs. Well defined with those two sexy ridges at either side going down into his jeans. He was hairless. She had never liked hairy chests and she was glad to see that he was not like that. Her eyes further widened as he slowly pulled the zipper of his jeans down, all the while staring at her face. Soon he was naked, his cock jutting out towards his stomach. She groaned inwardly, or so she thought until the gleam in his eyes showed that she had, in fact, groaned out loud. How on earth was all that going to fit into her? He was huge. He started walking towards her... The groan had nearly been his undoing and he prided himself on being able to go for a long time, hours even before climaxing. He walked towards her and sat her up gently. 'Raise up your arms,' he said, and for a second, he could not believe that he had uttered those words himself. His voice was so gruff. She complied and he slowly slipped her dress up her head and to the floor. He pulled her up so that she was standing right in front of him. In her heels she barely came up to his chin. He looked down at her and it was his turn to groan out loud. Her body was amazing. Full, large breasts jutting out. Her dark chocolate nipples were distended and he knew that just one graze from his knuckles was bound to make her gasp. He tested his theory and was pleased with the way her knees buckled as she steadied herself with the nearby dresser. He looked down and saw that she was covered with dark brown curls. A shade or two darker than her golden coloured hair. He bent down and sniffed in the heady scent of her vagina. His hands raised to her buttocks and clasped her firmly as he lowered his mouth to... Belle moaned out loud as she felt his tongue part the lips of her labia. She let out a long shaky breath as he pushed the tip of his tongue at her clitoris. She involuntarily widened her legs to give him more access to herself. He lapped at her and she felt his thumbs sliding into her. At this she definitely buckled as her arms could not support her any longer. He let her fall to the bed and he pushed her flat against it. He knelt in front of her between her thighs and lowered his head, continuing with his onslaught. She heard someone panting harshly and realised it was her. He started sucking her clitoris and slid two fingers in her and started sliding in and out. She bucked up into his mouth and slid her arms down to his head to hold him to her. He sensed that she was about to come, she was sure because he started sucking faster, harder. Sliding three fingers in and out, faster as well. She wailed as she splintered in his mouth, shaking so hard her bed creaked and moved against the wall. When she opened her eyes she saw him crouched atop her looking with a tender expression at her face. 'You look beautiful, Annabelle, just like this. Simply stunning.' He whispered against her lips before bending to kiss her once more. She could taste herself on him and she pushed her tongue into his mouth licking his tongue and nibbling his lower lip... She was like a wild cat now. It seemed her orgasm had awakened the sleeping sex beast in her. She pulled at his head, pushing all her fingers into his hair and sucked at his face. Oh dear Lord, he was glad he had fed to his contentment before coming here because if he hadn't there was no way he would not have attached his lips to her throat and pierced it. Well, if it was rough, hard sex she wanted. Then by jove, that was what she was going to get. She felt the change in him and nearly cried with relief. Good, he had realised she did not want any namby-pamby romance. She just wanted to come and come and come. He trailed hot, wet lips down her throat to her left nipple and started suckling. He sucked as hard as he had done with her clitoris and she pressed his head there and put his other hand on her right nipple. He started tweaking that nipple with his forefinger and thumb. He rolled it roughly and tugged it sharply and she gasped out loud. The room was filled with their harsh breaths as he moved his mouth from the left to the right nipple and started suckling again. She enjoyed that for a few minutes then decided she wanted to set the pace this time and with that shoved him to the bed and climbed untop him. He was startled as his back hit the bed and he looked up to see her leaning over him, her large breasts swinging in his face. She smiled wickedly into his face and whispered, 'I hope you like 69.' Hunh, he thought to himself and suddenly saw her vagina right in front of his face. At the same time he felt her lips close over his straining cock and he groaned and unable to hold himself, bucked into her face. He understood what she was implying and grasped her buttocks pressing her wet self into his face licking away. He heard her moan and felt it vibrate around his cock and soon she was humping his face and at the same time sucking his cock to the back of her throat and tickling his balls. The way she was going he was going to come and soon and he did not want to do that in her mouth. Not the first time anyway. She felt herself flipped in the air and unto the bed again but this time, she landed on her tummy. She was then pulled up into a kneeling position and her hands were placed on the bedpost. Forbidden Love 02 He whispered in her ear, 'Hold on tight,' and with that held her hips tight and rammed into her. Hard. She gasped and moaned out. He bent over and placed one hand on one breast, the other one still on her hips and started ramming into her and at the same time tugging her nipple. She keened out a shaky 'Harder' and felt his hand leave her breast. Harder, she wanted. Harder she would get. He held her hips and positioned himself directly at the mouth of her vagina and this time he banged into her so hard her head nearly hit the wall. He was about to stop and ask if she was okay but he heard her sultry laugh. This spurred him on and he started pounding hard into her. She gasped as he grunted with every thrust. Soon he was thrusting faster than any human could and she was gasping and pushing back into him as fast as she could too. He suddenly stopped, turned her round and pushed her knees up to her face before resuming the thrusts. She was panting up into his face now. Oh God, he was long and hard and definitely hitting her spot. He looked down and panted a 'Do you like that?' into her face. She tried to smile up at him and he suddenly shifted angle and was hammering at her from this new way. She practically shouted an 'Oh yes. That's better.' She closed her eyes to concentrate better on the sensations going through her body and was shocked to feel herself being dragged unto his now lying body. 'Ride me,' he growled. She went about this rather enthusiastically. She rode up and down his straining cock, her breasts wildly swinging from side to side. He put his hands on them and started kneading and he was rewarded with a sexy 'Aaah'. He angled his body further to enable him suck her breast at the same time and he felt his dick going in deeper. She suddenly opened her eyes and moaned, 'I'm going to come' and immediately did so, the walls of her pussy savagely gripping his cock. He could not hold it any longer and was about to come then he remembered that humans needed protection and as he had none, he whipped out his cock... ...and he spurted all over her tummy. Belle was shocked to feel his thick juices splashing on her body and she felt so excited that she started coming all over again. After what seemed like forever, she collapsed on him not caring that his come was all over her bed. She breathed heavily and said, 'I cannot believe I thought I could live without this for the rest of my life.' She felt him chuckle into her hair, 'No point asking that oh-so irritating question 'was it good for you' then?' She looked up into his face, pushing her hair out of the way and both of them laughed. After a few minutes, she looked down at their bodies and grimaced. 'Suppose it's best we have a shower. This is getting rather sticky now.' He nodded slowly but she could see he was looking sleepy. She smiled to herself. She was pretty worn out too. She settled properly on him and slowly drifted off into a deep sleep. He stealthily opened his eyes and saw that she was sleeping. He slowly and gently slid from under her and used the quilt to cover her properly. He stood up and when he was sure she was not going to suddenly wake up, let out a heavy sigh. He looked out of the window and saw that dawn would be breaking in a few minutes. He rapidly donned his shirt and jeans, ignoring the sticky feeling of his come on his chest. He looked down at her once more and for the first time in his life wished he was human. He would have been able to sleep and wake up with her together to the rising of the sun. Had breakfast or whatever it was they had together. Spent the day together. He shook his head to rid him of these confusing, inexplicable thoughts and opened the window. 'Till we meet again,' he whispered and soared out into the sky. Forbidden Love 03 CHAPTER THREE... 'Okay. So what you're trying to say is that he left without saying goodbye or anything? Men and bloody one-night stands!' Claire huffed disgustedly. Belle sighed with weariness. It had been two days since THAT night. She did not want to think about it again. Whenever she remembered it, she always inwardly cringed. She could not believe that she had been that, that uninhibited! How on earth had she been able to act that way? She could definitely not call it making love. More like having very crude sex. And with a stranger too. She did not even know his last name! Oh God, she sighed once again. Claire cuffed her chin gently, 'Don't worry about that sad twat. He has no idea what he's missing out on. You are a lovely sweet beautiful talented girl and if he's just the 'love 'em and leave 'em' types then he's the one missing out on a great thing not you.' Claire then shrugged, 'Not like you fancy him anyway. It's just your pride's that hurt. You wanted to be the one that left him not the other way round right? I mean...' She trailed off when she saw the half-exasperated, half-angry look on Belle's face. 'Oh My God. Did you fancy that...that creep??? Don't forget he used to sneak into your bed at night. Okay, fine he's a definite hottie but you should be calling the police when next you see him....if you see him that is.' 'Enough, Claire!' Belle finally yelled. Claire was taken aback. 'I know you mean well. I mean you are my best friend and you're looking out for me but the best way I can put all this behind me is if I forget about it and you harping on and bloody on about it isn't really helping.' She noticed Claire looking a little hurt and she sighed again. On realising that she had been sighing quite a lot she sighed once more then smiled ruefully to herself. 'Okay forgive me Claire hun, I'm just tired you know. Really stressed out about it. I do not fancy him by the way so get that thought out of your head. I'm just... I don't know. I mean I definitely wanted to sleep with him but after everything I just wanted to talk. Not talk the way girls normally do after great sex, just find out why exactly he had been coming...or as you say sneaking into my place and stuff. I know I should've done it the moment we got here but...oh Claire it was impossible. I really, literally wanted to rip his clothes off. It wasn't just lust...I can't describe it; I've never ever felt that way before. Bloody incredible, it was.' Claire smiled at her and sat back down on Belle's bed, 'I think I get what you mean. I've certainly felt that way before. Trust me. Oh well, get your mind off it, there's nothing you can do about it, I mean he's not coming back again I think. Sorry if this sounds hurtful but maybe he just wanted the sex and now that he's got it he doesn't see any need to err...visit.' Belle shrugged although she felt something break inside her. She knew Claire was right but...she could not be in love with him. She gasped silently. That could not be right. She did not know this guy. She had had great sex with him but that was it. He hadn't even stayed around. Just crept off in the middle of the night. Instead of being furious with him, she was secretly hoping that he would come back with a credible explanation for his disappearance. Oh God, Belle get a grip of yourself, she silently scolded. She was not a teenager anymore having silly crushes on strange, albeit sexy men; she had to snap out of it instantly. 'Earth, to Annabelle. What is wrong with you? Are you even listening to a word I'm saying?' Claire snapped her fingers in front of Belle's face. Belle jumped startled and smiled sheepishly, 'Forgive me, was just thinking that I should really...err...get back to what I was doing before you came. Have a deadline by Friday and I haven't even looked at the documents. Don't want Mark crowing gleefully while I get bawled out by Derek.' Derek was the senior partner in charge of her tax department. 'Oh' Claire looked at her suspiciously, 'Well as long as your mind's off him I guess I'll leave you to do your stuff. I've also got work to do but I really can't be bothered. Grrr...have to be determined. Anyway I'm off home. Remember I'm just a flight of stairs away so if you need anything...a talk, whatever. Make sure you come over immediately okay, Belle honey.' 'Yes, Claire-bear. Now go. Need to concentrate.' She stood up and hugged Claire before walking her to the door, 'Oh and Claire, thanks...for everything. Even the horrible comments of him just wanting sex.' She smiled wryly as Claire blushed. 'Eh well, hun that's what friends are for. To be horrid yet honest and sweet all at the same time. And since I'm the best at that, that makes me your bestest friend in the whole world.' She hugged Belle tightly again. 'Bye babe.' She left and Belle closed the door softly smiling to herself. She ran her fingers through her curls shaking her head as she walked to the kitchen to make a cup of coffee. It was already 8 p.m. Time to tackle her boring document from boring work. She looked up at the window and gasped at the reflection of Aleksander behind her. She whirled round opening her mouth to scream... Aleksander was at Belle's side in a hundredth of a second and he hurriedly covered her mouth with his to stop her scream. He groaned silently to himself. This was definitely not what he intended to do but now he couldn't stop himself. He kissed her thoroughly for at least a second before noticing how stiff she was in his arms. He stopped and looked at her and was rewarded with a sharp hard slap across his face. Belle was as shocked as he was by the slap but a tiny part of her felt vindicated. How dare he creep into her house, yet again, and kiss her like nothing happened. She looked at him and was startled by what she saw. For the first time she was seeing him properly under the light and he was exceedingly pale. Her palm prints were as red as scarlet across his face and, there right before her very eyes, they faded immediately. Her eyes widened as she gaped at him, 'What on earth...' She started... Oh no, Aleksander thought as she trailed off looking very scared. Oh dear, the curse of being a vampire. Being able to heal in a nanosecond. Of course it would look odd that her prints had faded instantly. And he was aware of how deathly pale he was. 'Look Belle, I just want to talk...' 'Leave my house' she whispered softly. It was as clear as day (he smiled to himself at that pun) that she was valiantly trying to hide her fear. He could sense her reaching as quietly as she could for her cordless telephone before she even knew she was going to do so. 'Okay. You are angry with me. Livid even, fair enough. But please listen to me. At least before you call the police. Or Claire.' She silenced another gasp. How did he know she was going to reach for her phone. Okay this was starting to creep her and not in a normal, 'help he's a burglar way'. 'How do you know I want to call the police, or Claire?' She asked. 'Because it's the same thing I'd have done,' he replied. Oh, makes sense then. But that did not stop her from feeling that there was something wrong about the whole situation. More wrong than him doing a runner and coming back to give some nonsensical reason. There was something definitely off here. 'Okay, you've got five seconds and this had better be good.' She folded her hands trying to look stern but secretly struggling to stem her fear of him. He cleared his throat. 'Well since I've only got five seconds then it's this - I'm a vampire' She stuttered in disbelief. Was he winding her up? What utter nonsense! 'This is the best you can do? Can come up with? That you're a vampire? Do I look utterly senseless or stupid to you? Leave my house. Leave my bloody house this sodding minute!' She shrieked. He did not look surprised at her outrage. Obviously he was aware that there was no way on earth that she was going to believe his nonsense. 'Do you want me to prove it to you?' He asked calmly. 'How? By biting my neck, you freak!' She scathingly replied. She noticed him clench his jaw tightly and suddenly... He was furious. She did not believe him and he really could not blame her. Of course she thought he was 'winding her up'. Thus, without thinking he swooped her up in his arms and flew out the window. At the back of his mind, he knew he was going to be in very deep trouble if he was caught by his parents, or God forbid, the elders, but he did not care. He had to prove to her that he was not lying and that trumped every other thought or warning in his head. 'Oh My God!' She screamed. Or rather thought she did but it came out as a squeak. She was flying. He was carrying her and they were flying! They were sodding flying! Okay there was a perfectly reasonable explanation for this. She was dreaming simple. 'You're not dreaming, I assure you,' she heard him say drily. Oh crap, did she say that out loud? 'No, you did not. I can hear your thoughts so it's best I warn you not to think horrible thoughts about me.' She looked up and saw him smiling down at her. He was smiling. Teasing her even. He thought this was a joke. She was definitely hallucinating. One of her dreams, but instead of caressing her in this one they were 'apparently' flying. She tried to pinch herself. 'Ow.' That hurt. Oh God, that meant she was not dreaming then. 'Okay. Okay, I believe just...put me down. Take me back home.' She whimpered. 'I'm not going to hurt you okay. Stop shaking.' He sounded angry, what the hell was he angry about? She should be the one steaming, well apart from peeing herself due to fear. Why did she think he wanted to hurt her? He was just trying to prove a point. Okay maybe flying without any warning was overdoing it, but at least he did not feed from her. And anyway he could never hurt her, he loved her. Oh God, he was using or rather thinking that word 'love' again. Why on earth had his father put it in his head? He sighed and started again, hovering in mid-flight, 'Look, there is no way I'm going to hurt you. I think I'd rather hurt myself than hurt you. And you obviously don't believe me so I'm going to turn back now and drop you back at your place. But you have to promise me that you are not going to scream or freak out or anything. Just...listen to me, please.' She nodded or looked like she did. He turned round and flew back into her flat through the window before depositing her on her kitchen floor. Belle almost stumbled once she felt the sure hard floor beneath her feet. She never believed she could be so thrilled to be on a hard surface. She looked up at him, a bit frightened but oddly sure that he would not do anything to hurt her. He was not looking at her. He was studiously staring at her fridge like it was the answer to all questions. Clearly he was avoiding her gaze. What did he have to be scared off? She irritatingly thought. She was the one entertaining a bloody vampire for Pete's sake. 'I'm not scared. I just don't know how to start,' she heard him say softly and almost groaned out loud. 'Okay let's get one thing straight. I would really, and I mean really appreciate it if you could stop reading my thoughts, or at least pretend to not read them. Having one answer my questions without actually asking them is really getting annoying. It's a violation of privacy even. You being privy to my thoughts. What if I don't want you to read them?' She glared at him. He smiled at that sheepishly. 'Well, there's really nothing I can do about it, Belle. I can't not read your thoughts. And you can't hide them from me. Only other vampires can do that and only the strong ones at that.' 'Really,' she scathingly replied, 'and you are one of the strong ones I presume?' 'Yes' was the simple answer. 'Oh.' She was silent. She did not know what to say at that. Well. One of the strong ones. It was a good thing she wasn't dead then. She quickly snuck a look at his face and when she saw the narrowed gaze and clenched jaw, she realised that he had read that thought too. Oh well at least he was not making any remarks about it. 'Oh God,' she sighed, running her fingers through her hair and walking to the living room to sink unto a sofa. 'I hope the word God doesn't offend you, or I don't know, make you break out in hives or something?' He laughed and sat down on the sofa across her, 'No. It doesn't. As hard as this may be for you to comprehend, I'm actually Catholic.' She snorted at that, 'Catholic. Uh-hunh. Now I've heard everything. A Catholic Vampire. Tell me this is not some Blood Ties episode because it sure as hell feels like it. I'm the Vicky to your Henry Fitzroy, only I'm not going blind and I sure as hell am not white.' He did not look too pleased at her remark but she really could not care less. Her world had been turned upside down. Not only was she having a perfectly sound conversation with a man who claimed he was a vampire but she also believed him. I mean what other explanation was there for all the things that had been happening? Especially the flying bit? Oh God, she gasped. She had had sex with this...this... 'Don't,' he suddenly was at her side grasping her arm quite strongly. 'Don't sully what we did by calling me any name. Or referring to me as a 'thing'. Just...please don't.' She quickly nodded suddenly frightened again. He noticed the scared look on her face and quickly released her arm. He stalked back to the sofa and sat. Then got up and walked to the window and stared out. 'So no questions for me then? Nothing as to why I've been coming to your bedroom? Why you out of all the other girls in Bristol? England? The world? Nothing?' He turned back and glared at her. Why was he looking at her with such anger? Belle thought. It wasn't her fault that all that was running through his head. As a matter of fact she did have questions for him but what was the point when he could read her thoughts and would answer them before she could even voiced... 'You're right. Fair point.' He muttered. ...them. See, there he was. She mutinously thought, would you rather I think the questions than ask them. Oh mighty vampire? Would that be easier, more fun for you? He smiled wryly, 'If that would make you feel better. If you'd rather not talk to me then yes. Although it would get frustrating, not for me, but you.' What's the point? It saves me having to talk, Aleksander. If that is in fact your real name, she sarcastically thought. He laughed at that, 'Why on earth would I want to fake a name like Aleksander? Don't be absurd, you strike me as too intelligent to act this way.' 'Oh, you mean childish?' She burst out. 'I do apologize, really, but you don't expect me to act all mature about conversing with a vampire. I mean I never used to believe in such. Still don't know if I do. So if I want to act childish then I sure as hell will. Oh crap, Claire is definitely not going to believe this. She will finally, finally believe that I'm off my rocker at last.' He shrugged, 'It's up to you if you want to tell her. She is your 'best' friend isn't she? But I'll advise you not to because, as you said she wouldn't believe you. And anyway I would like to remain anonymous if possible. As for you being childish; well you can't help it. It is human nature. And anyway you are still young. Very.' 'What do you mean 'very'? How old are you, Aleksander?' She suddenly asked, half-dreading the answer. 'Let's just say I've been around for more than a few centuries,' was the wry answer. Belle gasped. Centuries. She suddenly felt faint. This was surreal. In fact. Surreal was an understatement. She suddenly wanted him out of her house. 'I'd really appreciate it if you went.' She couldn't believe that tiny voice was hers. 'I have a deadline. At work. I need to concentrate. I don't think that would be possible now but...I need to try and I need you out of here to do that.' He opened his mouth to say something but she quickly said, 'Don't worry your secret's safe with me. No one would believe me anyway. But I'd really appreciate it if you never came back. Please. Just...go.' She ended wearily. He sighed then made for the window. She turned her head away but suddenly felt her face being pushed up and she was gazing into his eyes and, against her will, longing for him to kiss her. He seemed to read her mind, or maybe he felt the same way too for he lowered his lips and kissed her softly. Tenderly. 'I never meant for you to find out this way. I really care about you. I was hoping you would feel the same way too. Then I could break the news gently. Well as gently as something as momentous as this could be broken.' Aleksander said softly against her lips. 'I'll go and never come back if you don't want me too. But if you ever change your mind and want to see me; a whisper, a thought, even a smidgen of a thought of my name and I will be here. I swear it to you. And I truly wish that you do want me because I don't think I will ever be able to stop thinking about you.' He whispered this last bit and kissed her once more, before vaulting out of the window and back to wherever he came from. Belle put her fingers to her lips and stared out of the window. Oh My God. She was doing the unimaginable. The unthinkable. She was falling in love with a vampire! Forbidden Love 04 Aleksander stalked out of the drawing room oblivious to his sister's shocked gasp. He knew he was acting disgracefully, being as rude as he was to his mother but there was nothing he could do about it. It had been eleven days since that fateful night at Belle's and he still had not been summoned. Oh, she had thought about him, he was sure of it but not in the 'Oh how I miss you Aleksander' way. More like, sex with a vampire, Good God! Way. And that was not helping his ego and, more importantly, his bruised feelings at all. He could always go see her on the pretext of hearing, or feeling his name being mentioned or thought off, but they would both know that his name had not been mentioned in that context. He heard his mother call his name and he had half a mind to ignore her, but it would not do. Especially if his father were to find out. He knew his father had at least an inkling of how he was feeling but he did not think his father would be so understanding if he was continuously rude to his mother. He sighed sullenly, feeling like the utter, childish prat he knew he fully well was and drawled, 'Yes mother. How exactly may I help you?' 'Aleksander Romano, I have no idea why you are biting every one's head off and right now I am too peeved to care but if you think that you can walk out on me again mid sentence I shall get angry. And there is a sound reason why none of you children have ever seen me lose my temper. I don't think you want me to do so now.' His mother, Esmeralda sharply said. He was about to ask her what she could possibly do, knowing how cowering she always acted around her father but when he looked up from his slouched position into her eyes, his words were swiftly choked back. He had never seen his mother look the way she looked now. Her eyes were a glowing blue, so light they were almost translucent. Her fangs were unsheathed and looked sharper than normal and her whole body was trembling, from barely controlled anger, he was sure. He looked at his sisters and saw that they looked as shocked, and a tad frightened as he was. 'I'm sorry mother,' he mumbled. 'And so you should be. I do not know why you are in such a foul mood and I do not particularly care but you will treat everyone with respect and you shall, and I repeat SHALL get ready for the seven hundredth annual ball which takes place tomorrow evening. Have I made myself clear?' She hissed out the last bit. He quickly nodded so as to stop himself from wondering why his mother suddenly scared him, even more so than his father. Esmeralda nodded and imperiously swept out of the room, presumably to her chambers on the third floor. He looked somewhat shaken. He turned to his sisters who looked the same way, even more so. Katrina, the elder twin by four minutes looked at him in wonder, 'Goodness, I have never seen mother so angry. And all because you cannot get yourself out of your silly mood. It's a good thing she did not bite you. I don't think she would have stopped until you were near death.' He rolled his eyes at that, 'Don't be fatuous Kat. Do you really think our mother would have done that to any of her offspring?' 'I do,' Elena piped, 'She looked livid. She most certainly would have. And what has got you so surly anyway, Aleks? It's one thing, being rude but putting the rest of us in trouble, that's just not on. I suggest you snap out of your funk, Aleks.' And these two were supposed to be older than him? They acted like they were barely out of teenage-hood, which they probably still were, well in the vampire time-frame. He did not deign to answer their questions and turned away, leaving them to shriek that he should 'answer' them. He went to his room trying his hardest but probably failing to not slam the door. He held his breath for a second, thinking his mother was going to swoop into his room filled with righteous indignation, but it seemed she either did not hear or could not be bothered to. Where was father? Probably at one of those stupid meetings about the ball. He really wanted to talk to him as he was the only one that would be able to understand the mood he, Aleksander, was in. Why had Belle not summoned him, he thought again. He could have sworn that she found him attractive. In fact he knew she did. But why was she fighting it as he was sure she was. He smiled mirthlessly to himself as he imagined what the whole clan would say about him inviting and actually bringing her to the ball. Talk about tempting them with such a tasty morsel as he was sure they would regard her. He looked out of his window. He truly needed to 'snap out of his funk' as Elena had so eloquently put it. He was getting on everyone's nerves and tempers were getting frayed. He was sure the ball was to try and match-make the thirteen pure-breds that the clan possessed. Well good luck to them trying to match-make Elena. He knew Katrina was quiet and polite but he did not think Elena would take too kindly to it and he was certain he would not too. Now that he had Belle in his life (and that was not a certainty) he did not believe in such barbaric nonsense, and even if he had not met her, he still would have been against it. Oh Belle, think of me, he silently pleaded, pressing his head against the cool window pane. *** Belle woke up from another restless sleep with a scowl on her face. Since that fateful night, she had not been sleeping well, if at all. She was thankful that pure intelligence kicked in, if not she would not have been able to draft an important document at work -- well, as adequately as she had anyway. And it had not been up to her normal standards as Pritchard had kindly pointed out in front of a gleeful Mark. She had tried her hardest to push Aleksander out of her mind, from sheer fear that he would pop up in her apartment, especially if Claire was there. She still had not been able to tell Claire about it. In fact she had banished all talks about him and Claire had grudgingly acquiesced. She stomped to her mirror and stared, or rather glared at her reflection. She had dark shadows under her eyes and she was not best pleased about it. It was obvious that she was not getting much rest and Mark had suggested sotto voce that she stayed at home for a few days as it was probably 'that time of the month' and she did not want to perform whilst 'under the weather now, did she?' She had smiled back and told him that he was definitely imagining things, especially as she had had a hysterectomy. That had shut him up and caused a few sniggers although it definitely was not true but he needn't know that. She trudged to the shower and stood under it letting the hot spray beat some sense into her. Right, she told herself sternly, today was the day of possibilities. She was going to be focused, nice, bright and work as hard, or even harder than she ever had. Then she was going to go for drinks with Claire as she had been putting it off and quite possibly causing her dearest friend to become slightly irritated with her. Today would mark the first of many days without acknowledging Mr Aleksander Vampire. She giggled to herself, as that made an apt surname. *** Oh bummer, it was raining. And there was traffic. Belle was going to be late for drinks with Claire. She thought for the umpteenth time why Claire had not suggested drinks in town where it would have been easier for them both to have gotten to. No. She had to say Browns, which was at the top of Park Street and Belle had been too exhausted to walk so she had gotten a cab. And now there was traffic. She was tempted to scream but was sure that the cab driver would boot her out and there was no way she was going to walk now, not whilst it was raining. Ten long curse-filled minutes and she was deposited at the bottom of University Road. She tossed a twenty pound note to the cab driver and without waiting for her change, hiked her skirt up and ran into the bar. 'Oh dear, oh dear, oh dear, do forgive me Claire-bear. Traffic and what-not. You know how it is' she smiled apologetically at Claire and slumped unto the seat across hers. Claire shrugged, at least Belle had made it after so many cancelled arrangements. That in itself was good enough for her. 'Don't worry my darling. It's the sodding weather's fault. I saw you coming and ordered a French martini for you. That okay?' She asked and Belle nodded in the affirmative. 'I could murder one now, that's for sure. Thank God it's Friday. I tackled every document tackle-able today so that I could have a lovely weekend and a lovely weekend I shall certainly have.' Belle sighed her thanks as her drink was place in front of her. Claire wiggled her eyebrows suggestively, 'Restful, hunh. And how do you mean restful, Miss Annabelle Hemmingway?' Belle rolled her eyes playfully and took a huge gulp of her drink, 'Trust you to think naughty thoughts. I meant sleep silly. Although if you fancy hitting the clubs tonight, I'm up for it.' She looked at Claire who wrinkled her lovely nose apologetically. 'No can do I'm afraid Belle dear. You're always too tired nowadays so I made plans with a few people from work and we're going pub-crawling tonight.' She noticed Belle try to hide her hurt look and quickly added, 'Or I could cancel if you like. Or you could join us. That would be amazing actually. I don't mind either way.' Belle shook her head forcing a convincing smile, 'Oh no, Claire-bear, I couldn't. And anyway it serves me right for being all moody and shit these past few days. And I really should rest after today. We could do something some other time really don't worry. You have fun with your mates.' 'Are you sure, Belle?' 'Definitely, and pull as many fitties as possible. You can always blame it on the drinks especially as you'll be raiding all the pubs I'm sure.' Belle forced a laugh, which Claire apparently believed as she giggled in relief. 'Yeah, time to pull Oliver. I've secretly fancied him for a while, so now's as good a time as any to blame it aaaallll on the alcohol.' They both giggled at this. An hour later, Belle waved good bye to Claire and hopped into one of the waiting cabs. She dropped the smile that she had been faking and sighed rubbing her hand down her face. Without meaning to, she thought of Aleksander and quickly tried to stifle it then she gave up. What was the point? She missed him. It was not like they had ever had a proper conversation except the sniping match they had had the first and last time they had conversed. She did not know why exactly she felt this sudden urge to see him only that she missed him...why? She couldn't say. She really hoped he had not been joking when he said he would come the moment she thought of him. She wanted to see him; that was for sure. *** Aleksander stifled a yawn as he looked at the rapidly filling dance floor. Waiters were milling around with huge goblets of blood as they maneuvered through the laughing overly-dressed vampires. In a few hours the pure-breds would be called and paired up for dances in the hope that love or at least, mutual affinity would occur. Hardly likely from what he could see. Both his sisters wore stiff smiles as Rolake, an African vampire princess spoke to them and their mother. Two of his childhood friends, Malik and Crispin stared blankly as some elders, he could not remember their names, rambled on about something boring he was sure. He looked at the far end of the room and spotted his father talking to some of the elders then he felt a prickling sense, like someone was watching him and spun round to see Damien studying him. On being noticed, Damien smiled slowly and raised his goblet in acknowledgment. Aleksander nodded and turned away. He had never felt comfortable around Damien and ever since his father told him about all that had transpired between them, the uncomfortable feeling had blossomed into something akin to hatred but one he hid well. He started walking towards his sisters to ridicule them because, surely, the girls would be called first and he heard his name faintly. He stopped with a slight frown on his face. It was definite that Belle was thinking of him, but was it one of the random thoughts she had been having, or was she truly calling for him? He waited for a few seconds but did not hear anything so he kept on walking towards his sisters. When he was half a foot away from them, he heard it again and it was so clear he had to stop himself from looking round in case anyone else had heard it. He was sure this time that she wanted to see him. He groaned silently to himself. He had waited days for this and of all days for this to happen, it had to be on this day. One of the most important days on his life. His parents would kill him and Belle might think he was a liar, or heaven forbid, decide never to call him again. What was he to do? He could not leave, especially with Damien staring at him as it would inevitably lead that evil blood-sucker to her door. Oh Belle forgive me for ignoring you but I shall come to you the moment I can, I promise, he thought to himself before turning with a fake smile to an elder. *** So much for 'whisper, thought, even a smidgen of a thought and I will be here' Belle muttered to herself angrily. She had all but screamed his sodding name and he hadn't deigned to show up. She was a tad angry at herself. She did not know why she was getting so worked up about everything. It was a good thing that he did not come anyway. What was she thinking trying to pursue a relationship with the un-dead. Or so she consoled herself. She punched her pillow angrily. It was two a.m., three hours after giving up on screaming the wretch's name. She could not sleep and Claire was probably in Oliver's bed. She sighed in frustration and went to her kitchen for a glass of milk and felt rather than saw Aleksander's presence at the doorway. She shut the door of the fridge and turned with a carefully blank expression. 'And he swoops in once again. You should really learn to knock, vampire.' With that she shoved past him back to her bedroom. She heard him follow her and pointedly ignored him by switching on her light. He stumbled back with a hand over his eyes and she quickly turned it off. She felt guilty as she had done this on purpose. Her lights were the UV ones, very strong. She quickly turned on her bedside lamp which would have no effect on him and apologised, 'Sorry, as you can tell I'm not in the best of moods.' He nodded and sat down sucking on his palm. Belle gently took his hand from her and stared at the reddened mark which slowly faded before her widening eyes. Could she ever get used to this? He took his hands back, presumably reading her thoughts and this caused a silent apology which he quietly acknowledged. 'I'm sorry I didn't come immediately you asked,' Aleksander started. She opened her mouth to interrupt but he shook his head and she fell back against her headrest quietly. 'I could not leave immediately. There was a ball and my absence would have been very conspicuous. Believe me when I say it was like a physical pain to not come here immediately.' Belle smiled then, 'That's okay. I feel a bit stupid for thinking you lot don't have a life too. I mean, I guess it's not just crypts and human blood, yeah?' He obviously knew it was a joke and he smiled, even laughed a little at this. 'So, how was the ball, then? Any fitties there?' He looked bemused at the word fitties so she explained 'Attractive girls.' He grinned at this and Belle stifled another gasp as he looked absolutely gorgeous. 'Fitties? Yes I do believe there were a lot of these 'fitties'. But I could only think of you.' She smiled shyly at this. She could not believe she was blushing like a teenager. She knew next to nothing about him save that he was a vampire and she was probably in love with him. Oh God! Did he read that thought? She ventured a look at him and saw that he was paler than usual. She gulped, he definitely did then. Aleksander looked stunned. Did he just...did she just think that she was in love with him? Mon Dieu. All thoughts of how stressful the ball had been fled his mind. He stared at her and he saw her gazing at the bed sheet studiously avoiding his stare. He gently lifted her face and she lowered her eyelids as he did so. He lowered his head slowly and kissed her upper lip, then her lower before whispering, 'Odd is it not? We truly know nothing about each other and even if we did, I am a vampire and you a human. It should not be so, but I think I'm in love with you too.' She looked up at this suddenly and smiled. It was the brightest, loveliest smile he had ever seen and she kissed him back. It was only meant to be a kiss of acknowledgment. Of sealing their love, but in the next second it turned passionate. Not passionate enough for it to be a replica of their first love-making but this time they took things slowly. Aleksander slowly undressed her, shrugging the straps of her cotton pyjamas top down her lovely shoulders and kissing her neck as he did so. Once her top was off, she slid the bottoms down and helped him take off his dinner shirt, black trousers, socks and shoes. They slowly slid under the duvet and he resumed kissing her, nibbling on her bottom lip before sliding his tongue to tentatively touch hers. She sighed as he did so. He trailed hot kisses up her jaw to her left ear and nibbled on it before pushing his tongue into her ear. She whimpered. He then kissed slowly down to her neck and heard her pulse beating rapidly and this caused a roaring in his head. He quickly moved on from that tempting spot to her shoulder and down to her breasts, sucking and nibbling them in turn. She writhed beneath him mumbling incoherently and he smiled against the valley in between her breasts. He kissed down her belly and pushed his tongue into her navel before moving to the mound in between her legs. She gasped when he slowly nibbled on her clitoris and he was sure she was about to explode. This time he whispered against her sex 'Do you by any chance have a condom?' He heard her giggle and she moved slightly away from him to the bedside drawer before passing one to him. 'I got some the morning after the...last time. Didn't want you coming on me again...well in the instance of this happening again, which it is.' She softly said and he could hear the laughter in her voice. He looked up to smile at her as he sheathed himself. The laughter faded as he pushed into her slowly. They both gasped at the wondrous feeling and he stilled against her not wanting, and at the same time needing to move. She made the decision for him by moving slowly against him. Slowly but surely, he withdrew till the tip of his sex was against hers then he slid all the way in to the hilt. She gasped and sucked on his shoulder and this made him thrust again and yet again into her. Soon he had set up a sure rhythm and when she was about to come she started pushing harder and harder against him. He bent to nibble her neck and he couldn't help himself. He opened his mouth and trembled with the force of holding himself from piercing her skin. Belle seemed to know what he was struggling against because she gasped against his head, 'You can if you want to. Bite me that is. God knows I want to do that to you too.' And with that she nibbled his shoulder. That pushed him over the edge and he bent to lick her neck before unsheathing his fangs and gently biting her. He heard her sharp intake of breath and he rammed into her while sucking deep. The first taste nearly made him swoon. She tasted so sweet. Like nothing he had ever tasted before. He heard, as if from a distance, her sharp cry as she climaxed around his hard manhood and a second later he came as well. He raised up his face and blood stained mouth to look at her and was astonished when she slowly kissed him, tasting her own blood. She poked her tongue at one of his fangs and he swallowed her gasp at how sharp it was. Both of them separated looking at each other stunned. He had never felt this way before. Not whilst having sex or feeding or both. And he could bet his life on a stake that she had never experienced this as well. Forbidden Love 04 Belle looked at him in shock. This was simply...astounding. It was the headiest feeling ever. This was the hardest, and fiercest she had ever come. And she had just tasted her blood on his lips, and felt his fang. All without being repulsed. Honestly, she felt she was more in love with him than before. Both of them stared at each other for what felt like hours but were actually minutes. Then he smiled slowly. His fangs had been put away again. She smiled back. Then he lay back on the bed and slid out of her before spooning her. 'I wish you could spend the night and we could wake up together. But you can't can you?' she asked. He turned her head to face him and sadly shook his head. 'I could spend a few hours though. If that's okay? It's just no one knows I'm out of the house, except may be my father. It's...it's complicated.' 'Tell me' she said and he shook his head. 'I don't want to spoil this mood. But I promise to tell you one day. Just not tonight. Please' He pleaded and she nodded and kissed his nose. He smiled and closed his eyes for a second. 'Tell me about yourself. How it was growing up. Your parents. Have you other siblings?' She laughed at his barrage of questions. 'Slow down, tiger. Firstly, there's not much to say about myself. I'm the only child which answers the last part of your questions as well. My parents are lovely people and they live in London. City people, urgh! I hate the city. Erm...my father's English and my mother's Nigerian although she's more English than any person I know. I went to boarding school and met my best mate, Claire there. I've had a few boyfriends.' At that he narrowed his eyes as he gave a mock growl and she laughed. 'You didn't actually think I'd never had a life before you Aleksander?' She mock-tutted. 'Anyway, long story short; I work in a law firm now and it's amazing although challenging and my life is beautiful. More so now.' She smiled shyly at him as she made the last statement. He grinned back at her. 'Well, seems you've had a lovely life. Especially now that I'm in it,' and ducked as a pillow came sailing his way. 'What about you?' Belle asked trailing a finger down his arm as she stared at him, 'How's your child hood been?' 'Well, honestly, I'm still living my childhood.' He sheepishly muttered. 'No way,' she gasped. 'Yes way. In the human world I'm three hundred and twenty two years old, but in the vampire world I'm about twenty.' She gasped again. 'Oh my, so that makes you like, my great-great-great-infinity great grandfather's mate. And at the same time, my toy-boy.' She stared at him in shock then they both started laughing at this. 'Wow, and people think the world isn't messed up,' she giggled, wiping a tear from her eye. 'So how old are your parents? Don't tell me a thousand.' She asked half-joking. He shook his head, 'Actually, they're more like five hundred and I have twin sisters too. Three hundred and seventy two.' She shook her head in amazement, then widened her eyes as a though occurred to her, 'Hang on. Does that mean you guys, I mean you and your sisters weren't like turned or anything? You know, bitten then drained, or is it the other way round? Crap, can't remember my Bram Stoker, Anyway, so you guys were actually...' She trailed off as he nodded. 'Yeah, our generation's the first that this is happening. Born as vampires. We are pure-breds.' He couldn't keep out the smug tone from his voice and, for the first time since Belle had met him, she heard the aristocracy in his voice. 'Wow, that is so amazing.' Belle said in awe. Not only was she sleeping with a vampire but he was actually born one. Was she really living this or imagining it? She questioned herself not for the first time. He laughed and nibbled on her knuckles, 'Don't think you're imagining it, darling. This is realer than anything.' Then he looked at her seriously and she held her breath wondering why the playful undertones had been discarded. 'You don't just think this is sex, right? We aren't just sleeping together. We are in...you know, a relationship?' He looked unsure as if he needed her reassurance and she smiled to herself noticing that he truly was a young boy no matter the literal age. 'Yes we are in a relationship, Aleksander, though it would be helpful to know your last name at least.' He laughed at this, 'Romano.' 'Hemmingway. Mine that is,' she replied and they kissed once more. After thirty minutes of them cuddling, she reluctantly said, 'I suppose you ought to go now. It's gonna be dawn in an hour or so.' He started and looked at the bedside clock. It was five am. 'Wow, I can't believe I forgot that. I've never forgotten anything this important. Or stayed out of the castle for this long.' He got up and hurriedly donned his clothes. He looked back at the bed as she stared at him with longing. He smiled gently as he kissed her softly. 'No point talking about meeting the parents or any of that, hunh?' She joked. He laughed at that. 'Yours would have a coronary and mine...' He trailed off as his smile faded. 'What's wrong? What is it?' She asked surprised and a bit scared. He shook his head and kissed her forehead. 'Don't worry it doesn't matter. Just remember, think of me and I'll be here as soon as I can. I'll try to come again tonight. I just hope...it's complicated.' He sighed once more and she nearly punched the bed in exasperation. 'If you know you aren't going to tell me what's so complicated, I think it's best you stop referring to everything that way because it's really difficult waiting for you to explain in your own good time.' He shook himself out of his reverie at her outburst and apologized, 'I am so sorry, my darling and I promise I shall tell you. It's just too soon to say anything now.' 'I know,' she quickly jumped in. She did not want him to say that they were rushing things because they were. They had only met three times and there were talks of love and they hardly knew each other and there were doubts that they ever really would as this was not a typical relationship. She quickly stopped all her thoughts so that he would not be able to read them and pasted a smile on her face. She lifted her face for one last kiss and he smiled at her softly before flying out the window. Watching him fly till he became a speck did not seem absurd to her and she wondered when exactly her heart stopped skipping when she thought of how unnatural he and everything was. She was bursting to tell Claire about it because she did not think she was able to keep all this to herself but how exactly was she going to start explaining it to her? Without seeming nuts as well. Plus even if she could, and that was a big IF, how would she explain further how they had started declaring love for each other so quickly? She could not even explain it to herself save the fact that she was definitely certain that she loved him more than anything and she was sure he felt the same way too. Why else would he have to sneak out of the house to see her when she was sure it was against some unwritten rule to do so? Were they even allowed to have anything to do with humans, well except eat them? She laughed bitterly at that. What a conundrum she was in. She sighed and looked outside as the sun slowly came out of its hiding place and hoped that he had gotten home, wherever that was, safely. Thank God, it was Saturday. At least she would be able to sleep the whole day assuming Claire did not barge in. And speaking of God, was it not against religious rules to have anything to do with vampires? Or did the Church believe they were real too? Even if they did, was he not an exception since he was Catholic? Oh bugger! Forbidden Love 05 Aleksander smiled to himself as he walked downstairs to the living room. It had been two weeks since he started, well he guessed he could call it a relationship, with Belle. He was sure his father suspected but he did not think anyone else had noticed anything amiss in his normal behaviour. Except he had been smiling more and he needed to stop doing that as they were used to his normal glower. He pushed the doors open and saw his mother talking to his sisters and they stopped once they saw him. Hmm, what were they cooking up now? He thought. 'Okay, what is going on? What are you cooking up? Again?' He tried but could not help smiling as he asked, sprawling on the blood red sofa next to them. His sisters did not return his smile only his mother and hers was bright. Too bright. He did not like what he was seeing and his own smile slowly faded. 'What's going on mother?' He asked quietly. Esmeralda, his mother smiled back, 'Well it seems the elders have decided that it is time you chose a wife.' 'What!' He exclaimed. She had got to be joking and he said as much. 'As a matter of fact dear, I'm not. I just got a letter from the elders. All male pure breds are to start courting female ones and if they could not find mates in six weeks then the elders will, ahem, assist.' 'But...why the rush?' He spluttered, 'I mean, I thought they did not care what we did as long as we did not mate non-pure breds? Why are they so anxious to pair us up now?' 'Well,' his mother started, 'It seems there is a rumour going round that one of the male pure breds is in a very serious relationship with a non-pure. Of course no one knows for sure if that is true. But the elders want to, shall we say, nip it in the bud by pairing all the pure breds as soon as possible.' 'This is preposterous. It's the twenty first century. We can't be forced against our will to mate with someone we do not like.' He grimly said. His mother shook her head sadly. She had dropped all pretences of being happy about the news. 'I know my dear, your father is at the elders' council now trying to sway them but I don't think he will succeed. Especially with Damien being so adamant about it occurring. And you know Damien holds sway over the other elders as he is one of the oldest, if not the oldest.' 'Well I am not going to agree to this and I don't care what the elders do. They can't force me to. They sure as hell can't kill me. I'm one of their few beloved pure breds.' He stated agitatedly. He could not believe his night had been destroyed so terribly. And he was to see Belle in fifteen minutes. What could he tell her? Where would he start, for he surely had to stop spouting the same old 'it's complicated' line? He could sense that Belle had become a tad irritated and it was time to come clean. But now this. As if his mother could read his expressions which he felt he had so carefully hidden, she quietly instructed his sisters, 'Katrina, Elena. Please leave your brother and I alone. I would like to have a few words with him.' They stood up slowly as Elena said sadly, 'Don't worry Aleks. It's not too bad, at least the female pure breds are stunning. The male ones are the ones we should worry about. And you guys have a choice, we are stuck with whoever picks us.' He managed a smile at that and watched them walk out, shutting the heavy oak doors quietly behind them. He looked up at his mother who in turn stared at him carefully, a little too intensely. 'My son, you are indeed my son and I know you. More than you know yourself. You cannot hide your thoughts from me and I know you are troubled. It is more than this new problem, is it not? Please tell me. I am your mother. I can help, I am fairly certain.' 'That's just it, mother.' he sighed, 'you cannot help. Except...' Oh to hell with it, He thought and blurted out, 'Except if you are prepared to tell the elders to change the rules about mating with pure breds because I have found my mate.' His mother looked at him stunned. 'You have...but I have not seen you with anyone in the clan. Is it someone from another clan? Italy? Russia?' 'No mother it is not. She is not from another clan. She is not even...Mother she is human.' She gasped loudly and put a trembling hand over her left breast, 'Human! Mon Dieu, Aleksander, you cannot be serious. Please tell me you are joking.' 'No mother, I am not. I am in love with a human. Her name is Belle and she is from England. She is beautiful mother and I think...no. I know that I am in love with her.' He stated simply. There was no way he could sweeten this and from the look on his mother's deathly pale face, he knew that he had made a mistake. 'Oh Aleksander Romano. A human. But you are pure bred. No one has mated with a human in the past seven centuries. It's an unwritten rule. Oh my son. What shall we do?' She moaned. 'Mother I expect you to be happy for me. You are my mother. If I can't depend on you, then who can I depend on?' The look on his face was so sad, so anguished that Esmerelda winced. This was her son. Her only son, her favourite child, truth be told. Indeed, if the elders were to find out, the human was doomed but if he was in love with her, and he clearly was, then what could she do? She tried another tactic, 'What if you explain it to her? Tell her about this issue and ask her if she's willing to be your, how do you say it, mistress? Surely this way everything will be sorted? I mean she could hardly expect to marry you. You are a vampire. She is a human. Has she even told any of her human counterparts about your relationship?' 'Well no, we've been keeping it quiet and rightly so I might add. They do not believe we exist and I do not want to alarm them unnecessarily. Especially with this new development.' He sighed so deeply that his mother came round to hold him close to her bosom. 'There, there Môn Cheri, we shall look for a way to sort this out I hope.' She soothed. He shook his head; he knew there was nothing he could do, except leave her. That was the only solution and to leave her was beyond torture because he did not think he could survive without her. He stood up. He had to go see her. Explain everything at last. 'I have to go see her maman.' He said reverting to what he called her when he was younger, about two centuries ago. 'I have to go explain everything to her. I don't know what I will...I don't know maman. I love her and I don't think I can let her go.' He walked out not seeing the devastated look on his mother's face. Belle smiled brightly as she saw Aleksander hover by her window. She had been worried as he was supposed to have turned up thirty minutes ago but he was here now and there was no use shrieking like a fishwife wondering what had kept him. She ran to hug him and he held her tightly, perhaps too tightly as she gasped in pain. He quickly released her. 'Sorry, sometimes I forget my own strength,' he apologised ruefully. She nodded and rubbed her sore arms. She looked up at him. He was in a mood, she could tell. She had started being able to read a few expressions on his normally inscrutable face and this was one of the periods that she was able to read him and he was definitely upset. Thank God there was no chance of Claire barging in as she had gone to Cardiff to see an ill relative. 'Aleksander,' she tentatively started, 'What's the matter? What's wrong?' He sat down on the bed with an unusually grim expression. Belle tried her hardest not to swallow. What was he going to tell her? 'I think it's time I told you the whole truth. All the 'complicated' bits.' He began. She slowly slumped on the chair opposite him. She did not even notice when she did that, all her attention, her focus was on the beautiful pale face staring at her fixedly. 'Annabelle, as I said before I am a pure bred and there are very few of us pure breds in our clan. It has always been standard that we are to mate with one another so as to continue the pure bred line. This would make us nigh invincible and the elders, undisputedly, happy to say the least. But no one really thought that we would be forced to mate. I mean there have been a few relationships, furtive though, between pure breds and non-pures and well, no one really said anything about it. The thing is, now they, the elders that is, want us pure breds to mate, I mean marry, and we've been given six weeks to find our mates or we would be forcefully paired up.' Annabelle gasped at this. Oh my God, she thought. She always knew that there would be obstacles, well major ones concerning her relationship with Aleksander but, six weeks!!?? 'You mean, you have to end this now? Or at least within the next six weeks?' She asked shakily. Aleksander quickly shook his head vehemently, 'No, Belle. I am not ending this. I cannot lose you. I love you. You have no idea how much. Nothing is going to make me end this.' She rushed to the bed and flung her arms around him sobbing. He kissed her fervently. 'Please, Belle. Please don't cry, you know how much I hate to see you upset.' She just sobbed harder. She loved him so. But he was in a right fix. She asked in a quiet, trembling voice, 'What would happen? I mean if you were to disobey them and not marry...I mean mate, would they banish you, or kill you?' A deep voice said behind them, 'No they will not banish him. But they will kill one of the parents.' Both of them spun round and Belle gasped as she saw another vampire. One who looked so much like Aleksander that he could be mistaken for his almost identical twin. Only that this one had long blonde hair. She heard Aleksander gasp, 'Father!' Father? He looked the same age as Aleksander, Belle absently thought. Then her next thought was, what the hell was he doing here? And how? Where there going to be more vampires traipsing in? She quickly ran to her window and dragged it down in a futile attempt to keep any others from flying in. 'Father, how the hell did you get here? How did you know...?' Aleksander sputtered incredulously. 'How could I not know? You forget I am your father and by scent, I could find you. Luckily, no one but members of one's family have the ability to do so or the elders would be here as well. You have to leave now. The elders are requesting a meeting with all the pure breds and I had to come get you quickly before they noticed that you were missing.' Claudio said calmly, although there was an underlying impatience to his tone. Aleksander started to argue then noticed the glint in his father's eyes and closed his mouth. He turned to Belle who was in throes of amazement and planted a tender kiss on her open lips. 'I'll be back my love. If not tonight, then soon. Remember, I love you. More than life itself.' Belle clung to his lips for another second then gently disengaged herself so as to let him leave. He opened the window quickly and was out in a twinkle of an eye. She turned defiant, tear-filled eyes to his father. 'Well, what are you still here for? Should you not be with your son? Or are you here to warn me to stay away? Frighten me? Well you can't. I love him and he loves me and that is something you cannot change!' She stuck out her chin not caring if he bit her or snapped her neck. Claudio smiled at her amusedly. He was impressed by her courage. If only she was a pure bred he would push his son her way but sadly, not only was she not pure, she was not even a vampire. He softly replied, 'I just wanted to look at the girl that could make my normally obedient son not see reason. And I am definitely impressed. If only the situation were different, alas it isn't.' She exhaled in relief just realising how tensed she had been thinking her rude tone had nearly cost her her life. She started to talk but he continued quietly, 'However, things are different and if you truly loved him then you would release him. Let him choose a pure bred. I do not mind being drained in order for my son to choose who he loves but even if I were killed, you would still not be allowed to mate with him. The elders will find you, and believe me they will, and you would be killed. Not just killed but tortured, then killed and that would kill my son. What shall you gain then, three people killed for a type of love that is not meant to be.' He turned to the window and flung over his shoulder before soaring out, 'You strike me as wise. So think wisely, little one.' And with that he was gone. Belle slowly slithered to the floor dazed. This night had truly turned out exceptionally. She had seen his father at last, unfortunately under terrible circumstances. Think wisely he had said. Easy for him to say, it wasn't his love life that was on the line. She cried for at least a solid hour. When she had possibly run out of tears as she felt drained, she thought about everything again. Aleksander's father was right. If she truly loved him she would let him go. It was the 'wise' thing to do. All of a sudden she wanted her mother. But how would she explain this to her without being branded insane? She definitely had to tell someone this though. Yes, she would tell Claire and beg her to wait with her the next night while she broke up with Aleksander. Fresh tears filled her eyes. Oh God, she had never felt this weak, this heartbroken before. Not even when she found Leo cheating on her and she had thought then that she was in pain. It definitely had nothing on how she felt now. She slowly picked up her phone and texted Claire: 'I need you. Please come back quickly tomorrow. Please.' *** 'Okay. Let me get this straight. You have err...been having a relationship with a ah a vampire!!??' Claire looked sceptically, albeit worriedly at Belle. Belle sighed again. She had been sighing for the last ten minutes as Claire repeated her questions over and over again. Of course it was hard to believe. In fact, unbelievable. If she had been in Claire's shoes, she would have the same worried and doubtful look on her face too. However, it was true and right now she did not care for disbelief. She cared for answers as to what to do. 'Look Claire. It's bloody hard to believe. I understand that. But right now I couldn't care less if you believed or not and I'm sorry if that sounds rude. I just want you to tell me what to do. Humour me if you will, but if you had a vampire boyfriend, if, and you had to let him go 'cause of all I told you, would you?' Belle asked. Claire still had a worried look on her face but it seemed she was willing to, as Belle said, humour her. 'Well, IF, I were in your shoes and I really truly loved him...then I'd do as his father said. Leave him be. As difficult and near on killing as it may feel, it's for the best and I'm sure, deep down, you know I'm right.' Belle looked close to tears. Truly, she had known that Claire had a practical streak in her flighty soul and she was a bit irritated that it had to surface now, however right she was. She looked so sorrowful that Claire rushed over to her side and put her arms around her. 'Look, Annabelle, I'm not gonna lie to you. I find it hard to believe that that dude is a vampire. He did not look anything like him and maybe he is in some cult or something.' Belle started to say something but Claire shushed her and continued, 'However, it does not matter how twisted he may be. From what you've told me. You definitely love him. And I think he loves you too. And that's all that matters. Let him go. It hurts, I know it does. I can't imagine your exact pain but I've experienced something similar and by God it hurts. Cry. Let it out. But let him go. His cult or whatever it is, isn't just gonna kill his parents, but you too and I'd die if anything happened to you. I'd simply die. So think about me too, hunh?' Belle smiled watery tears at this, 'I knew you didn't want me to die for selfish reasons. Selfish cow.' Claire smiled back, relieved that she had finally put a smile on her best mate's face. 'You're dead right I'm selfish. So help this selfish cow out okay.' Belle smiled but inside she was breaking. She knew she had to forget him and she was going to tell him to stay away from her when he came that night. If he came that night, she thought bleakly. Forbidden Love 06 CHAPTER SIX... Belle sat quietly, her hands gripping Claire's tightly as she stared at her bedside clock. It was nearly 12 a.m. Aleksander still had not come. 'He did say he was coming, didn't he?' Claire asked. 'Yeah, well what he said was if he didn't come last night then he'd be here soon.' Belle replied biting her lower lip. Claire rubbed her back slowly, 'He might still come. I mean, I can wait up here with you all night if you like.' Belle shook her head. She had all but screamed his name as piteously as she could in her mind but he still was not here. All she felt was worry. Was he still okay? Had he been found out and punished? What was going to happen to him then? A small voice in her mind berated her and told her to think about herself instead. What was going to happen to her if found out? She pushed that thought away. She knew that they could never find her because Aleksander would never tell them where she lived. She trusted him that much. She sighed again and stood up to stretch the kinks in her back. 'I'm just gonna go get a glass of water. I really don't think he's coming and I'm sorry for making you wait up with me.' Claire shook her head and smiled at her, 'Any time my darling. And we could still stay here, I mean it. I haven't really got anything to do, well apart from work tomorrow but I've slept for fewer hours so really....' Belle shook her head; a part of her was happy that Claire cared so much, but the cynical part of her knew that Claire, as lovely as she was, was partly humoring Belle. She did not believe that Aleksander was a vampire or would come in through the window. She probably thought Belle was having some minor breakdown and was simply on hand to rush her to the nearest hospital. She knew that Claire definitely had her best interest at hand but she just wished she trusted and believed her, Belle, a bit more. Belle turned towards the door to get her glass of water from the kitchen and heard a sudden gasp from Claire. She whirled round quickly and saw a white faced Claire pointing at the window. She bit back a smile of part relief, part 'I told you so' from her face as Aleksander nimbly landed on the window sill. Belle could not stifle her smile any longer as she saw Claire gape and stutter. 'I should definitely have made you start using the front door.' She giggled. Claire turned wide eyes at her and started, 'Did you see...did you....' Her eyes rolled back in her head and she fainted. Belle snorted with laughter and bent to pat Claire's face gently, trying to revive her. Aleksander stared at both of them confused. As Belle revived Claire, Aleksander asked in a puzzled voice, 'Correct me if I'm wrong, but is that not your friend from the club, Claire is it?' Belle nodded not looking at him as she was concentrating on the prone body next to her, 'Good memory you have there.' Aleksander nodded to himself still looking confused, 'Right. Okay. Can I just ask what she's doing here?' 'Well, at the moment she's unconscious.' Belle replied sarcastically. Aleksander refrained from rolling his eyes and said in a voice devoid of emotion, 'Yes. I can see that. And you know that's not what I mean but if you want it spelt out for you then I shall. What is she doing here, seeing me fly in, when we both promised that we wouldn't tell anyone about this?' Belle whirled round to look up at her from her squatting position and retorted angrily, 'Well, that was before this new problem cropped up. I don't have your stoic temperament and 'can do' spirit. I needed, no, I need someone to be with me. To help me decide what I should do about...well you know. And just so you know, we never promised each other not to tell anyone about anything. It was more like an unconscious decision we both took to keep schtum. I had to tell my best friend as I really need help deciding on what to do, and anyway you can talk. You told your dad or how would he have known where I lived?' Aleksander kept quiet at this. Belle shook her head in anger and turned back to Claire. Claire's eyes were already open and staring at her. 'Was that guy flying or have I been popping pills unknowingly?' She croaked. Belle couldn't suppress a quick bark of laughter, 'I really didn't want to say this, but I have to – I told you so. I mean Claire, have you ever known me to be so fanciful that I'd make up a story about vampires? Really?' Claire shook her head as she gingerly raised herself to a sitting position. She tried not to look at Aleksander but it was impossible. He bent to help her stand up and she had to stop herself from flinching but he noticed as his jaws became clenched. When Claire could stand by herself without swaying, Belle clapped her hands firmly. 'Fine, now that that's sorted we need to talk about something important. And I for one need a strong cup of tea, so tea anyone?' Claire shook her head as Aleksander stared at her expressionless. Her seemingly firm spirit wilted and her shoulders slumped. 'Look,' She whispered, 'I'm trying to hold myself together so that I don't break down in tears because that's all I've been able to do throughout today and I'm tired of crying. I'm a strong girl, or I thought I was and I want that strong girl back. So even if I'm doing a piss-poor job of it, please, I beg you two, let's sit and talk about this like three adults.' Claire looked at her with sad eyes and nodded, 'Sorry, Belle. I mean, this is all a shock to me. Or it shouldn't as you did tell me but I didn't believe, and I know you're about to make one of the biggest decisions of your life and I'm here being a numpty. Come on, let's go make a hot, sickeningly sweet cup of tea.' Belle smiled at her thankfully and turned to Aleksander. Aleksander stared back at her with a set face for a second then closed his eyes, 'Your friend is right and I apologise for being a, ahem, 'numpty'.' He moved back a second, 'Lead the way.' In no time, they were all gathered round Belle's small dining table with steaming cups of tea in the girls' hands and nothing in Aleksander's. Belle sipped her tea and gulped quickly ignoring the burn at the roof of her mouth. She cleared her throat and looked at Aleksander. 'I have something really important to tell you, Aleks.' She started. Aleksander interrupted immediately, 'Belle, if you're about to do what I think you're about to then I won't agree.' Belle looked at him in exasperation, 'Well if you think I want to break up with you then, yes. I do. And you know it's for your own good.' Aleksander shook his head, 'No. I disagree. And you are not breaking up with me because I won't accept it.' Belle looked at him incredulously, 'What century are you from? If I break up with you, you don't have any choice but to accept it. That's just the way it is.' Aleksander folded his hands, 'Well, that's your opinion.' Belle made to open her mouth then shut it with a huge snap. She sighed, rolled her eyes to the ceiling as if asking for prayers then looked back at Aleksander. This time she started in what she hoped was a clear and sensible tone, 'Aleksander, I love you. I really do, but we have to be practical here. It's pretty obvious that we can't continue this relationship. You heard what your father said. One of your parents will be killed, Aleksander! Do you want that on your head? I don't mind ending this. It will hurt me, it definitely will, but I love you too much to have you remain with the death of your parents on your head.' Aleksander looked at his tightly clasped hands. 'I understand what you're saying Belle. I really do, and I thank you for being so considerate. But I'm too selfish to let you go. You're the first person I've ever loved in three hundred and twenty two years. Three hundred and twenty two years, Belle! No, I can't. My parents found love and I know deep down they want it for me. And I know they can take care of themselves, anyhow. Please Belle, let's find another way like...like...running away. Yes, let's run away.' Belle had been staring at him with unconcealed horror. 'Have you gone mad?' She shrieked so loudly that Claire jumped beside her. Claire looked at both of them uneasily and stood up, 'Maybe I should leave so you guys can talk in private, you really don't need me here...' 'Sit.' Belle hissed at her so vehemently that Claire plopped her bum down by her immediately. She turned to a stunned Aleksander and continued, 'Are you listening to yourself, Aleksander? Your parents can take care of themselves? Your parents found love? How many times have your parents probably sacrificed their joy for you without you knowing? And what about your sisters or you don't think their lives could be threatened? You know, the ones you claim you love; well have they found love yet? Have they lived their lives already? How selfish can you be? And you expect me to run away with you? Simply run away without telling my parents, my family about this whole situation? Who are you?' She ended with a disgusted look on her face. Aleksander looked at her in shock then dropped his gaze to the table in despair, 'I'm so sorry.' He whispered brokenly. 'I don't know what's gotten into me. I just don't want to lose you, Belle. I'd rather die than be without you.' Belle shook her head still angry, 'So the best idea you decided to come up with was 'run away'? Don't be childish, Aleksander, these are vampires we're talking about. They have eternity to find us no matter where we hide. And for how long are we going to run anyway? A year, two, twenty, fifty? Let's assume we last that long. By then I'll be in my seventies. How are you going to log my old, decrepit body around then? And once I die, what are you going to do? Go back to the dead family you've left behind due to our stupidity...no, your stupidity?' She shook her head wiping a tear that had escaped down her cheek angrily, 'No, Aleksander, I don't think that's a good idea at all. I don't even have the words to describe how not good it is.' She sniffed and looked at him with reddened but determined eyes. 'I say we end this as quickly as possible. It'll hurt, God it hurts already, but this way we are all safe. Your people and mine. Just do what your elders require of you. Right now you're too upset to see how sensible this is but you'll realise it later.' Aleksander smiled at her bitterly, 'Just as you've realized it now, I suppose? I never thought you could be so cruel. Look at you, all matter-of-fact and put together. If you truly love me how come you're sensible already?' Belle burst in with a cry, 'Because one of us has to be the mature one, Aleks, can't you see that! If I cry and wail and basically act the way you're doing then nothing will come out of it, except death and more tears. Stop doing this, Aleks, please.' Aleks grit his teeth and his eyes welled, 'You do realise that this is the same as sticking a knife in me?' Belle dashed a hand over her face to wipe the tears that were flowing freely now, 'Oh stop being over dramatic, Aleks. How on earth is trying to save you and the family you have which I've never seen by the way, how is that sticking a knife in your back? Infact this is proof that I love your stubborn arse. What more do you want from me? You should be thrilled that I'm not hanging on to you and forcing you to choose between me and your family.' Aleksander sneered, 'Maybe it's because you already know that I've chosen you. So you're sticking the knife in and twisting it as cruelly as you can.' Belle gasped at him, 'How can you say that? How can you be so...evil?' Aleks looked away from her stricken face and at some spot over her shoulder, 'I'm sorry.' He said not sounding apologetic at all, 'I see that you are determined to push me out of your life. And I will kindly take my leave if that's alright with you.' Belle looked at him with a tear streaked face then sniffed once more trying to pull herself together, 'Look Aleks, you're upset, more than upset I can see that. I'm willing to forgive all that has come out of your mouth because I know you aren't thinking straight right now. But surely, you must see that I'm doing this for you? I love you, I don't think I'll be able to ever stop loving you. I've loved all the times we spent together and these are memories I will cherish till I die, but I have to let you go so that you can be safe. Why can't you do the same for me? Aleks replied with a clenched jaw, 'Because if you truly love me, like I you, then you would be as reluctant to let go as I am. You would look for a way for us to remain together no matter how preposterous the way seems.' Belle shook her head with a sad smile on her face, 'Oh Aleks, no matter how much we claim we love each other we clearly don't know much about each other. You certainly don't know much about me. Because if you did, you would know that I have thought about it from every angle and this is clearly the only sensible reason I ended up with. I may seem hard hearted to you, seem unemotional but you have to know that there is no other way we can do this and that's why I'm trying as much as I can to resolve myself to this scenario. Us splitting up. If you really loved me Aleks then you would let me go and save the numerous lives that are at stake.' Aleks replied just as quickly, 'If you really loved me, if you have really checked from every angle possible, then you would know that there's one more action to take.' 'And what's that?' 'Becoming a vampire.' Claire gasped and glanced at the two of them with wide eyes. The situation had spiraled out of hand and landed in shits-ville. She was too scared to contribute anything as she didn't want her head bitten off, maybe literally even, but there was no way she was going to stand by and let Aleks change her friend into a vampire. She opened her mouth to say something but was stunned into silence by Belle's retort. 'Do you think I didn't think of that? That was the first thing I considered you extremely stupid boy.' Claire and Aleksander gasped at the heat in her voice. Belle continued in a furious hissing tone, 'Then I remembered what you told me, with all that pride and smug arrogance in your voice. You're a pure bred. If you change me, will that make me a pure bred? No! So all we'll succeed in doing is making me more estranged from my family and friends and making me much harder to kill. So what else, Einstein?' Aleksander looked at her in wonder, 'You would have done that? For me?' Belle opened her mouth then shut it before saying dully, 'It doesn't matter anyway does it? The problem won't go away regardless of what I would have done.' Aleksander's eyes nearly glowed, 'Would you have done it? Would you have changed into a vampire for me? Answer me, Annabelle Flemingway!' 'I don't know, okay.' She screamed back, 'I don't know if I would have. I thought about it but once I realized it won't change anything I didn't dwell on it any further. IF it could change something then who knows, maybe. But I don't know. There's your answer.' Aleksander made a face that was meant to be a smile but it ended as a grimace, 'So this was all some novelty to you wasn't it?' 'Aleks!' 'This was all a game then, the thrill of being in a relationship with a non-human and at the first signs of trouble you bail. When it all comes down to it, you aren't loved up enough to change to what I am. A monster.' 'What the fuck are you talking about? You know I'm right about us splitting up and now you're trying to find a fight out of nowhere, why are you being so unnecessarily mean?' Belle asked in confusion. She had never seen this side of Aleks before. This stubborn, bitter, mean side of him. 'I'm the one who's gonna end up sacrificing a lot for this, Aleks. You may sulk all you like now, but you have eternity to live. So you'll inevitably snap out of it and start enjoying the new family you're going to have. A nice pure bred wife and some itty bitty cute purebred kids. But me, I've got, what...another fifty or sixty years? I'll probably never get over this and if I ever do, then it will be too late for me to start looking for love again. So I remain a bitter old lady thinking about what was but could never happen. Why the fuck did you come into my life in the first place? You must have known that nothing could ever come out of it, what with you being a vampire and me being human. Yet you came in and made me fall in love with you. You have no bloody right to be upset or angry about this, Aleksander. No right at all, so jump off that fucking high horse of yours.' Aleks shook his head, 'I can't deal with this. Not right now. I'm leaving, Belle. When you're in a better frame of mind, I'll come back but right now...I can't do this. I came here at the defiance of my family, at the risk of getting killed and this is how you thank me? By not fighting harder for our supposed love?' Belle stood up startling Claire to no end and grabbed her hair in annoyance before letting out a loud shriek, 'You, Aleksander are a fucking psycho. You have no ounce of reasoning in that undead body of yours. Why or how the fuck do you expect me to fight a losing battle? How am I to win something that cannot be won? Are you that thick? Were you home-schooled and taught in the ways of the vampires but nothing about logic, is that why you're being so thick? Bloody, fucking hell, Aleks! I'm a fucking human, a mere human who could get killed just like that if I start kicking up a fuss. This is probably why you wanted this relationship secret in the first place.' Aleks stood up as well and planted his fists on the table ignoring a whimpering Claire who was now wringing her hands in fear, 'Now who's the unreasonable one? You bloody well know that the only reason I wanted to keep this a secret was to keep you safe.' Belle folded her arms together as she let out a sharp mirthless laugh, 'Ha! And you don't think that this is more deadly, not letting me go? You kept this a secret because I am human and could be killed for being in a relationship with a vampire. But you don't think that remaining in said relationship especially with a pure bred and daring to end their dream of mating all their purebreds will make them angrier than just dating a human? For this, they'll probably change me to a vampire so that I can be tortured forever. Think, you stupid man!' Aleksander scowled but did not say anything. It was clear from his expression that he was beginning to see that there was truly nothing they could do. That Belle was making sense. But he was too angry to say out loud that he agreed with her. Too hurt. 'I'm leaving.' He said abruptly and Belle let out an involuntary gasp. This time he was serious, he was truly leaving. And Belle knew that for all her bravado, she had been hoping that he could change everything and they would remain together. But that was not going to happen. She put a hand to her chest and made a fist as if she was trying to grab her heart and stop it from bursting out of her body. Then he said in a spiteful tone as he if wanted to leave her with the hurt that he was carrying away with him, 'Clearly coming here was a waste of my time as you don't want to continue this so fine. I free you. This is over.' Belle gasped out in shock as Claire glared at him, 'You can say that after all you've put my friend through, you ape?' Belle just stood there with her mouth open and watched him go into her room presumably to fly out. Her knees buckled and she would have hit the floor if Claire had not rushed to grab her. 'Oh my God.' She whispered over and over again as she stared at nothing. She had tried to end things reasonably. Had tried to make him see the sense in splitting up. Had given him all the reasons. Had even considered becoming a vampire, all to please him, and this was her reward? To be spoken to so callously? She knew that he was saying all these as an outlet for his frustration that he could not change anything. She knew that he loved her and was angry he could not protect her without them ending their relationship, but that did not give him any right to end it in such a terrible way. She could not believe he had flown off after emitting such horrible words. Forbidden Love 06 Oh my God. She let out a wail that raised the hair on Claire's arms. Claire felt tears dropping from her own eyes as she tried to console her best friend. She had never seen her in such a state, not even when she broke up with Leo who they all thought was the love of her life. Oh dear, this was bad. If she could stake Aleksander at this moment she would. But as she could not, all she could do was be with her friend as she wept. At the same time, a shape removed itself from its hiding spot in the trees smiling to itself so devilishly at the turn of events. Damien knew that something odd had been going on in the Romano household and now he had found out what it was. He grinned evilly to himself as he flew towards France. History was repeating itself all over again and he, Damien, would be there to play the same role he had once played. Killing the human. Forbidden Love 07 CHAPTER SEVEN... Belle sighed as she stared at the photocopier with something akin to hatred. She had been stuck here for the past thirty minutes trying to photocopy the documents necessary for her presentation but it was to no avail. The stupid photocopier was jammed. She glared at it once more and gave it a kick for good measure, ignoring the sharp pain that tingled round her ankle up to her shin. This was not working. Pretending that everything was okay. It had been a week since that fateful talk with...she did not even want to think about his name. Yet she could not stop thinking about him. About the way it ended. Was this what her life was destined to be now? Taking out her anger on intangible things instead of smashing that arrogant piece of shit's head against a hard brick wall? Belle sighed and glared at the photocopier once more. Oh well, since she could not vent on the person who needed venting she was going to vent on the poor photocopier. Which was jammed anyway. She raised her foot to kick the photocopier then remembered her slightly aching ankle. Instead she used her pen to poke it then smiled satisfactorily to herself. 'Ha!' She said then turned round to walk back to her office. Then she spied Mark staring at her in confusion before he quickly pasted a falsely concerned look on his smarmy face. 'Are you alright, Annabelle? I couldn't help but notice how angry you are...were with the photocopying machine. Don't tell me you're nervous about this silly old presentation you're about to have?' 'No Mark, I'm perfectly alright. Thanks for your needless concern.' She bit out sweetly and marched away from him. Sly, irritating man. He could not wait to see her fall so that he could swoop in and take her job. Well it was not going to happen. Aleks might have succeeded in stealing her social and emotional life but he was NOT going to ruin her work life. No sirree. * Aleksander, on the other hand, was not hiding his true feelings from anybody. He moped about in the mansion and bit the heads off of anyone who spoke to him. The only people that were spared from his vitriol were his family, and that was not even by much. The past few days had been spent in his room as he went over what had happened at Belle's flat. He groaned once more as he thought of how hurtfully he had acted. Belle had not deserved even one tenth of all that he had said to her. He remembered the look on her face as he had left her flat and covered his own face with his hands. Even if he was able to call off the inevitable wedding there was no way that Belle was going to take him back after all the spiteful comments he had made. 'Oh dear Lord, why am I this way?' He asked himself quietly. He shook his head and looked out of the window. He could see people gathering ready for the fortnightly celebrations. Every fortnight, all the vampires came together to celebrate life, or rather undeadness. He really did not want to go as he did not think there was anything to celebrate but he knew that his father would chew his head off if he kept on moping in his room. He went to his mirror and stared at himself dully. Even in his misery, he still looked stunning. He studied himself passively. On the outside he looked like he had everything that a vampire could wish for. A well known and wealthy family, good looks, friends, popularity, and now, a wedding; with another pure bred no less. And yet inside he felt like he had nothing. In fact, he knew that he had nothing. For without Belle, he was indeed nothing. He sighed once more to himself and started to drag a comb through his hair. Then he hurled the comb so hard unto the floor that it bounced twice before landing in a bent shape. Who or why was he preening himself for? Did it matter? Did anything on this earth matter anymore? He snarled at his reflection in self-hatred then walked out of the room slamming the door behind him. It was best he got this farce of a celebration out of the way as quickly as he could then come back to his room to nurse his emotional wounds. * Belle wiped the faint sheen of perspiration off her forehead as her presentation came to an end. She smiled as everyone sat at the table clapped. It had been a success. Not as successful as she normally was; oh no, this had been a struggle. One that she hoped she successfully hid. But all in all, her point had been put across to the board of partners. She smiled once more as her immediate boss, Pritchard nodded his approval at her. That was a save then. She gathered her materials and nodded as people gave her pleasing remarks and she made her way out of the meeting room. Phew, that was a relief. She made her way quickly to her office and sank down on her chair releasing a large gust of breath. She had stammered a few times but had, luckily pulled herself back together. Thank God she had because the way the economic climate was, she was positive that no one's job was safe at the moment regardless of how good or wonderful they had been in the past few years and this included herself. She swiveled her chair round to stare out of the window then gave a start as someone knocked on her door. She whirled round as Pritchard popped his head in then smiled at her. She smiled back and waved for him to come in. 'Oh, hello Pritchard. Do come in.' She looked on patiently as he sat and folded his hands together underneath his chin. Annabelle. Well, what can I say? Another job well done.' He started. She smiled at this then her smile was wiped off as he continued. 'I mean, not up to your usual standards I must say, but it was nevertheless an adequate presentation.' He looked at her as he said this then closed his mouth. He opened it again then ran a quick hand over his face before removing his glasses and placing them on the table. Belle stared at him as he did this, and her confusion and worry soared. Oh dear, what had she done wrong? Was she going to be fired for giving less than she usually did? Damn you Aleks! 'Look, Belle. I know I'm higher up than you in this office but I would like to think that we are friends. I mean, I have mentored you since you started working here and I always knew...I have always known that you are destined to be one of the youngest partners that this firm has ever employed. However, I have to inform you that there has been a decline in your efforts in this firm. This is not to say that you have deteriorated so awfully. No, so wipe that look of horror from your face. It's just that...I know the potential you have. I mean, I have seen you work and you are like a relentless soldier ant. You do not leave things done halfway or even fully. You do your best and then you add a bit more. Which is why I am worried about the level of work you have churned out these past few days. Now don't be worried about being fired or anything as such a thing cannot happen to a worker with your talent and zeal, I am just asking this as a friend and mentor. Is there anything wrong at home? Or in your personal life?' He asked gently. Belle blinked rapidly as she tried to quell the tears that were filling her eyes. She had thought that she had hidden her sadness successfully. If there was anything she had prided herself on being able to do, it was that she had the ability to leave her personal problems at home when at work, and leave her work problems at the office when she was back home. Now things were going mental. 'I'm so sorry, Pritchard. I really am, I mean I have had a few issues with my personal life but believe me when I say they should not be affecting my work at all. I thought they didn't but clearly I'm wrong and I assure you that it will not happen again.' She said fervently. Pritchard smiled in a fatherly manner at her, 'Oh my dear Annabelle, I am not berating you or your work. Believe me when I say you still deliver here. Compared to the other workers, and I know I should not be saying this but sod it, you are by far the best solicitor we have here. But I know your potential which is why I was able to spot the difference between how you were...let's say two weeks ago and how you are now. And I am asking this as a friend, and of course you are very well in your own right to tell me to stick my nose elsewhere, but are you sure everything is fine? I mean, you hardly use up your sick leaves or holidays so if there is anything whatsoever that is ailing you, and for which you would like some time off, you are very free to take as much time as you need. You do not need to fear the recession, your job will definitely be here waiting for you and that is a promise.' Belle gulped back some more tears and nodded, giving a watery smile as she did so, 'I wish I could talk to you about it, but it's really personal and I appreciate your concern, help and friendship. You are definitely the best mentor any person could wish for. I don't think I need a break, I can work definitely. But if I were to change my mind later on, will the offer be open still?' 'Anytime you choose, Belle, anytime.' He smiled once more and put his glasses back on. He stood up and walked to the door, 'Remember, Belle, my office is not too far away. Whenever you need my help, and for anything no matter how minuscule, just knock on my door or pick up your phone and ring okay?' Belle nodded once and smiled again as he returned her smile and walked out, closing the door softly. Belle's smile changed to one of suspicion as she spotted Mark's weasel-like face turning sharply as her door opened and closed. Had the little twerp been eavesdropping on her conversation? * Aleksander hid a grimace as he stood slowly with his friends, holding his crystal goblet of blood. He had just spotted Damien amongst the elders as they made their way to their high table. God, he hated that piece of vermin. And as if his thought had found its way to Damien's ears, the older vampire turned round and spotted Aleksander staring at him. He smiled but Aleksander rudely turned his head away and looked back at his friends. Malik looked at him with friendly worry and asked, 'Are you okay, Aleks? I know I've asked you this a couple of times before but remember I am just your friend trying to make sure you are well before you bite my head yet again. Are you well, my friend?' Aleks had indeed been ready to snarl at him to mind his business but swallowed his words. It was not Malik's fault that he was going about like a grumpy bear. 'Sorry for being such a hard arse, Mal. I'm just not very happy about these 'arranged weddings' we are about to get involved in. The weeks are drawing nigh and I guess everything is just getting to me.' Malik nodded, 'I understand believe me. All I can hope for is that the elders do not hook us up with ugly souls or I will have words with them, elders or no elders.' Aleks could not hide his scowl this time. Whether the 'soul' he was hooked up with was ugly or beautiful, she was not going to be Belle and that made her wrong for him from the get go. A voice said smoothly by their side, 'Ah, my veritable pure breds, Malik and Aleksander. I see that you are having a very sore conversation, non? Quel est le problem, mes fils? What is the problem, my sons?' Aleks looked up and stared at Damien with something verging on abject loathing. Why did he have to come over and inject his filthy voice in their conversation? Malik smiled and replied, 'Pas de problem, monsieur. None whatsoever.' 'And you Aleksander?' Damien asked turning to Aleks with a smug look on his face as if he knew something that Aleks did not. 'None.' Aleks bit out. 'But are you sure, Aleks? Are you sure there is nothing you would like to tell the elders? To tell me?' Damien persisted. Aleksander could not hold back his disgusted snort this time, 'No, Damien. There is absolutely nothing I would like to tell the elders, and in particular, you. And to be perfectly honest, I would prefer if you could refrain from engaging in any conversation with myself except if absolutely necessary. The only reason I speak to you is because as an elder you deserve a certain form of respect but right now I have no need or inclination to indulge in idle banter with you so please, if I could be excused.' He bowed stiffly and turned around to leave. Damien grew red as he noticed the looks of shock and poorly hidden pleasure on the other vampires faces. It was no secret that most of them abhorred him and merely tolerated his presence as he was the highest elder and nothing could be done about it unfortunately. But that did not give this young whippersnapper the right to be so rude to him, and in public too. He put a hand on Aleksander's shoulder and whirled him round, 'How dare you speak to me in such a manner? Comment osez-vous?' Aleks shrugged him off so angrily that Damien fell back a step, 'Don't you dare touch me again, Damien. I warn you with the last smidgen of respect I have for you or I shall not be held accountable for my actions.' 'You dare!' Damien spluttered, 'Do you realize that as the highest elder I can dismantle you limb from limb?' Aleks retorted just as snootily, 'And do you realize that as a pure bred I'm more likely than you to dismantle you limb from limb? Oh you may be a high and mighty elder but let's not forget that you were once human no matter how long ago that was. I'm not human, I never was. My blood is and never was tainted by humanity. So I'm more than likely to rip you apart. Your only saving grace is your mantle of 'elderness' and the fact that I would probably anger the other elders who I actually have respect for. So let's not put my theory to the test or you might not like the outcome.' Aleks turned once more to walk away. Damien hissed after him so vehemently that the nearest person to Damien surreptitiously wiped off the large volume of spittle that landed on his face, 'You will sorely regret humiliating me like this, young Aleksander.' Aleksander's father, who had been watching the whole scenario with hidden pride quietly interjected, 'I hope you are not threatening my son, Damien?' Before Damien could reply, Aleks said softly and tiredly, 'It does not matter, father. There is nothing more that he could do, that anyone could do that could hurt me more than I already am.' And with that he walked away and back to his mansion to the safe cocoon that was his room. * Belle walked out of her office and straight to Mark's table before planting her palms with a loud smack on his table which made him jump from his chair in fright. 'Were you eavesdropping on a private conversation in my office?' Mark smiled slyly, 'Now why on earth would you say such a thing like that?' 'Oh I don't know...maybe because it's something you are definitely capable of doing.' She retorted rolling her eyes as she did so. Mark shrugged and flicked an imaginary piece of lint of the lapel of his suit, 'Now, now, dear Annabelle. Let's not be judgmental. I did not eavesdrop on any conversation so get that out of your pretty little head. However, I would like to tell you, as a very good friend of course, that if you are thinking...and not that I'm saying you are mind you, but if you are indeed thinking of...oh I don't know, going on a break or something due to some breakdown of a sort, be rest assured that I would be there to warm your seat should you get back. If you get back of course.' Belle stared at him with utter disgust. Why, the little worm! 'My dear Mark, there is no way on this earth that I will let you, of all people, warm my seat so get that out of your pervy little mind pronto.' Mark gasped but Bell barged on, 'And just so you know, if I ever do take a break there won't be any need for you to be warming any seat of mine as it will be temporary and I will be back to my rightful job. Ask Pritchard if you need reassurance on that score. And finally, hover like a vulture and slobber as much as you can, but the only way you will be getting MY job is if I'm wheeled out of here in a body bag. In other words, bird brain, you'll be getting my job over my dead body, Comprend?' She spat before walking back to her office and slamming her door. Stupid little dickhead! God she hated Mark. And Aleks. Bloody hell, she could not decide who she hated more at this point! Paris certainly beckoned. Forbidden Love 08 CHAPTER EIGHT... The time for the pure breds to be matched had arrived. Aleksander lay in bed staring at the ceiling. He could hear the festivities going on around him, both at his home and outside it. Parents were scurrying around with the helps with barely restrained excitement and the pure breds were skulking about, not bothered with hiding their resentment and nerves. Aleksander did not care about anything. His mind was a big blank. There was clearly nothing he could do about it as his parents could end up dead, and all for nothing since he was more than sure that Belle would kick him out the moment he showed up at her doorstep...well, window. He sighed and turned on his bed, backing the door and was so lost in his thoughts that he jumped in fright when Elena jumped on his bed and on him. 'What the fuck, Elena! You startled me.' He barked out, still a bit startled. Elena giggled loudly, 'That's what you get for sulking like a little boy....oh wait; that's exactly what you are.' Aleksander shrugged her off and scooted to the other side of the bed. If he had the strength, he would have gotten up fully and left the room but he felt drained. Elena turned on her side to face him, her head resting on her elbow and with a serious face on her which was pretty rare, 'Come on, Aleks. Tell me what's going on. We used to be as thick as thieves, why don't you tell me stuff anymore?' Aleks shook his head, 'It's not 'cuz of anything, Elena. I haven't told anybody anything. Not even Malik. It's not like things will change now, so just forget it.' Elena shook her head also, 'No I won't and don't snarl at me, boy. You told Father and Maman so don't even pretend. And I know this because they're always treating you with kid gloves and letting you get away with your tantrums and dark moods. Something they would have never done before. So better tell me or I'll...well I'll do something annoying. And you know me, pesky is my name.' She wriggled her eyebrows playfully at him and raised her hands in a tickle pose. Aleksander could not help but smile, albeit reluctantly. Sometimes he wondered if he and Elena had been switched at birth as she acted more like his younger sister than his older. 'It's truly nothing...ok, ok I lie, no tickles! I have...had a girlfriend. That I would really, really have loved to marry. But clearly that can't happen because of this extremely stupid and archaic rule of pure breds sticking to pure breds. And I don't wanna go through with it. But I have no choice; we have no choice.' Elena nodded sympathetically then widened her eyes, 'Back up a bit, you 'had' a girlfriend? When? How? Aaaah, now I understand all your disappearing acts, but who was she? I never saw you making googly eyes at anybody here.' 'That's because she wasn't here.' He replied. 'Okaaayyy...' She drawled in confusion. 'She's human.' 'Mon Dieu.' Elena gasped. 'No wonder all the mollycuddling from the parents. A human. You must have really loved her.' 'I still do.' Was the reply, 'But I don't think she loves me anymore. You see, I was really horrible to her when we last saw each other. Because of the whole marriage thing. And she told me to stay away as she didn't want Father and Maman to die and I got angry and said a few...well a lot of hurtful things. I don't think she will want me back at all even if this rule was done away with.' Elena smiled at him gently, 'It's sad, yes. But truly, I'm sure you knew, deep down, that it would never have worked. That's the curse of being a pure bred. Yes it's wonderful to have all the extra respect, glory and power that come with it, but there's the burden of doing what's right as we are the first generation. For what it's worth, I, and I think the whole family, would definitely have approved of her. She sounds thoughtful and kind.' Aleksander nodded, holding back tears, 'That she was...is. Oh fuck!' He buried his head in his pillow to stifle his sobs. Elena patted his back gently and let him cry without saying a word. When he was composed, she asked softly, 'Feeling better?' 'Yeah, guess I just needed someone to talk to.' He nodded, hiding his reddened blood stained eyes. 'Good. Now, time you started preparing. All the pure breds are being gathered in the large hall in a few hours to welcome the outside purebred. Can't believe we're going to be seeing pure breds from all over the world. If it wasn't for such a silly reason I'd be thrilled. I hope I end up with someone nice, or at least handsome. Don't think I can stand some ugly Quasimodo.' Aleks barked out a laugh. Elena truly knew how to cheer him up. He could not believe that he had stayed away from her company for so long. What had he been thinking? 'Come on, get out the glad rags.' She said, giving him one last hug before vaulting gracefully from his bed and to the floor. 'Oh and better put that pillow case in the washing machine. It's all red from your tears, better yet bin it. It looks disgusting.' She giggled as she ran out, barely dodging the same pillow that came sailing for her head. *** Belle smiled as Claire stared at her in excitement. 'No way! Pritchard allowed you as much time as you liked for a holiday?' 'Well, not as much time. But I did get three weeks.' Belle replied. 'No bloody way! You lucky mare. We're only supposed to get four weeks holiday every year and you're getting three now. Does that mean you only get one week later?' Claire asked, her eyes wide as she dipped a hand into the cookie jar and grabbed an Oreo. 'Nope. Pritchard said that my holiday has been accumulating for the past, what...three years? I haven't had a holiday in three years, wow! Anyway, I deserve this, Claire-bear.' Belle said, leaning back against her chair. 'True. Lucky cow all the same. So where are you going then? Or have you decided? Or are you just gonna chill at home, pig out, eat loads and get obese?' Claire said through a full mouth of pure chocolate bliss. 'Slow down, woman. I haven't decided yet, well fully anyway.' Belle said laughingly, then she sobered up, a sad look settling on her face, 'I need to get away...from here. I just need to go somewhere else and rest. I don't wanna think, don't wanna remember. I just want to be. Blank. Try to get myself together, well as much as I can anyway so that when I come back I'll be prepared to tackle work. There's only so much Pritchard can do, or cover for me. And Mark is seriously gunning for my job. And at the end of the day, if I don't pull my weight then I don't deserve to work there, Pritchard or no Pritchard. And I can't keep on thinking about Aleks. He will always be on my mind, definitely. But I need to find a way to live as properly as I can with that, and to stop it from affecting my life. I need to.' She sighed and laid her head on the dining table. She was all cried out so her eyes were dry, but it felt like her heart was sobbing imaginary tears. It truly was time to look past all this and move on. Claire came round to her side of the table and put an arm around her, 'don't worry about it hun. This probably sounds stupid and trite but really, you have to forget about it. Or you'll keep on being depressed and unfocused. So...change of topic.' She went back round to pick a cookie and passed one to Belle, 'Eat up babe, you're beginning to look like a lollipop. Yes, where was I...oh yeah, where to go for hols...one ponders.' She faked a Rodin pose which finally elicited the laugh she wanted from Belle. 'Seriously, Belle, where are you going? Barbados, Miami...oooohhh Egypt?' Claire asked excitedly. 'Nope, nope and nope. I'm not going too far away. I was thinking...France.' Belle said. Claire's smile slowly faded, 'France? But isn't that where...' Belle quickly interrupted, 'Yes, I know. That's where Aleks is from. But surely you don't believe that I'm going there to look for him? I'm not that much of a masochist, Claire; you heard how he spoke to me. And even if I was, where would I even begin to look for him? 'Oh hotelier, do you by any chance know about the abode of a group of vampires? Yes vampires, I know I sound like a crazy bint but there are vampires in your country.' Give me a bit of credit, Claire.' Belle rolled her eyes. Claire nodded and raised her hand to pick up another cookie before sliding her eyes to Belle, 'I'm gonna be fat right? The way I'm gorging myself, hunh?' 'Oh Naff off, Claire. We both know you could eat a horse and still be a stick.' 'Don't wanna tempt fate, is all. Anyway, back to France. So have you decided where?' She grabbed the cookie and started to nibble before shoving it all in her tiny mouth. Belle grinned at how she looked before continuing, 'Well I thought Paris for a week, then Nice. Gonna end it with a nice stay at Monaco.' 'Ooooh, maybe you might even get to meet the prince and fall in love.' 'That's it. No more Cinderella movies or Princess Diaries for you. In fact, no more Disney Channel at all, you big baby.' They both laughed. Claire, because she was happy to see her friend joking again, and Belle because she appreciated, for the umpteenth time, the gift of having such a wonderful friend to see her through her period of grief. 'Why don't you come too, Claire?' Belle asked suddenly. 'It would be amazing, it would.' Claire shook her read ruefully, 'I wish. Truly, I really wish I could. But unlike you my hardworking darling, I have taking the utter and craziest piss at work. Trust me, my holidays are like the Holy Grail and you know it. So believe me when I say if I dared ask for this, I would be booted out so fast I wouldn't even be able to see my tail lights.' 'Fecking wank!' Belle swore. Claire laughed out loud, 'Oh my God, that's a new one. Shall start saying that, hahaha. Ah well, would have really loved to, but...and the only reason I'm still there anyway is because of my superior mind. I am quite clever you know.' 'Arrogance, get thee behind me.' Belle laughed. 'It's not arrogance, it's factual.' Claire snorted. 'Uh-hunh.' Belle replied and both girls laughed again. *** The ballroom was indeed breathtaking, Aleksander thought passively as he took in the splendor with which the great ballroom had been decorated. It seemed like something out of the late nineteenth century; not surprising really as that was the century the elders seemed to cherish and reminisce about rather fondly. He looked round and saw different strange faces, some excited, some nervous and a few as passive as he was. He smiled grimly to himself. Time to meet his future mate. He turned round, following the scent of his parents and sisters and found them together close to the centre of the ballroom. He started walking towards to them, then stopped short when he noticed who they were talking to. There were three young people standing next to his family. A man and two women. The man and one of the women laughed alongside his parent but the other woman stood slightly apart with a stoic expression. One of the passive faces, he thought to himself absently. As if his parents knew he had stopped walking towards them, they turned in unison to smile at him. 'Ah, and there he is, my beloved son Aleksander. Come.' His father smiled with arms outstretched beckoning for him to join them. Aleksander pasted a smile on his face and walked over to their side. He saw the nervous look on Katrina's face and the barely concealed grin on Elena who quickly stuck out her tongue at his then slid her eyes downwards back to her previously demure countenance. This caused a real smile to show on Aleksander's face before it faded back to the forced one. 'Father, mother. Sisters, I take it everyone is having a good time?' He asked genially. 'But of course, my darling. Why shouldn't we?' His mother replied, equally genial. 'And speaking of a good time, these are the Russian's; the Romanovs. And their darling daughter, Danka.' Aleksander turned and gave a stiff, formal bow. Mr Romanov inclined his head politely and his wife smiled as well. Danka merely stared blankly at all of them before casting her eyes elsewhere. Aleksander suppressed a quick spurt of irritation. He could not blame her for not liking the whole arrangement, hell he did not like it himself. But she could at least show a bit of respect no matter how small. They were away from home and should carry themselves with a little dignity. That had been drummed into his head from birth and it was something he abided by. His parents smiled again. It seemed both sets of parents were trying to win a 'smiling' competition. Then his father cleared his throat quickly and said, 'Why don't we leave the two youngsters alone to converse? There's an excellent batch of fresh type O' negative that you simply must try. Come.' He stretched out his hand towards the older set and they all walked off leaving Danka and Aleksander. The twins stood there unsure of what to do and their father's sharp, 'That includes you two, Elena and Katrina,' propelled them towards their parents' sides hurriedly. 'Well.' Aleksander said after an uncomfortable moment of silence passed. He looked at Danka, but she still did not say a word or change her expression. Her pale, icy blonde features were set in a blank expression and her blue eyes stared unwaveringly at something unseen. Aleksander sighed irritated. That was it. He was not going to exert any unnecessary energy towards making this ill-mannered girl feel comfortable. He did not even want to be here. 'Look, I can understand your annoyance, and dare I say frustration at this whole rubbish but that does not give you the right to be so rude. You ignored my parents and now you ignore me. Do you not think it better if we act a little more amicably towards each other? Surely it will make this tasteless act of the elders more manageable.' He said. Danka turned her eyes so slowly to him as if he were waking her up from a trance. Then she opened her mouth and her husky accented voice said, 'Do as you will, but I was brought here under duress. I clearly have no say in the matter but that does not mean I shall pretend to be a part of it. You have a choice. You're a 'man.' If you are not happy with me as your mate, then you will be found another. Me, I do not have that choice. I can only hope that I end up with someone palatable. So do not preach to me about being amicable. I am merely cattle and you are my purchaser. So do as you will, but don't expect me to make life easier for you.' Aleksander stared at her with his mouth wide open. Wow, and he thought he was the most angry of the bunch in the ballroom. She certainly took the crown. 'Fair enough. You feeling that way is perfectly understandable and I know that. However, I would like you to know that I am under duress as well. And although you may think we 'men' will go round looking for the juiciest cattle but it still remains that we don't want cattle. Maybe we want goats, or sheep but we are being forced into this purchase as well so do not think for one second that we are enjoying this. And just so you know, the fact that we have no say about it means there will hardly be anyone trading in a mate for another. In the end, we have to end up with someone we don't want, no offense to your person. So please, I ask again, that you act more amenably when the parents are here. They did not cause this, so do not blame them. Hate me all you like but do that in private and not here. You give your family a bad name when you act without dignity.' Danka stiffened a bit at that, then straightened her shoulders while giving him a cool stare, 'Very well.' Aleksander stared at her for one second then shrugged inwardly. He had tried his best. If she decided to carry on being surly then it was her business. He had other problems, like the fact that Damien was throwing increasingly hateful glares at him. Danka noticed that his expression had turned agitated and asked with great reluctance, 'What causes you discomfort?' She turned to stare at what he was looking at and saw that it was the Elder Damien. She hardly knew him but from what she had heard, no one was particularly fond of him. She looked from him to Aleks and knew that there was clearly no lost love between the two of them. Aleksander gave a tiny shake as if ridding himself of bad memories, or cobwebs, she privately thought. 'Not to worry. It's nothing important.' I hope, he added silently to himself. He had a bad feeling about Damien and knew he was cold and vindictive. He did not think for one second that he could harm Belle as he did not even know of her existence but he feared for his family. Suddenly he saw Damien smiling so evilly to himself that he knew, with a sudden lurch in his stomach that Damien was up to something nefarious. If only he knew what it was, he thought in frustration. *** Little did Aleks know that Damien was very aware of Belle's existence and was more than determined to hurt, no kill her. As Damien threw glares at Aleks, his mind spun with ideas on how to carry out the death of his human. He did not really have any time to fly to England as the mating ceremony was in three days and all the elders were extremely busy with ensuring the ceremony was successful. But of course, Damien smiled to himself suddenly. That was indeed the best time to fly off, as the elders and everyone in fact would be so busy and run off their feet, they would not notice his quick disappearing act. Especially if he timed it perfectly. He thought furiously for a second, then smiled again with gleaming eyes. Yes, the perfect time would be during the mating ceremony itself. He knew that Aleksander was not a dim boy and would be keeping a close eye on him. It was clear to everyone that Aleks hated him so it would be stupid of him to run off suddenly and not expect Aleks to follow him or get someone to do so. Therefore the best time would be during the mating ceremony where, even if Aleks saw him sneak out, there would be nothing he could do short of leaving as well and causing the probable death of his father by dishonoring the ceremony. He chuckled to himself at his ingenious. Yes, he would get his revenge and it would doubly hurt Aleks as he would be aware of something sinister happening but be rendered helpless as he would not be able to stop him, Damien. Forbidden Love 09 The much waited for event was being held in Paris and a lot of oohs and aahs were heard as the vampire community was led into a large room lit dimly by heavy crystal chandeliers. These were mostly from the younger vampires as they had not seen anything so glamorous, not on the scale of the mating ceremony anyway. As for the older vampires, they were slightly jaded as they had been to wonderful and exotic events, but they could not deny that the arrangement of the mating ceremony was very impressive. They were all led to large oak chairs in the shape of mini thrones and were sat adjacent to a higher level of larger thrones set out for the elders. In the middle of it all was a large space where fire breathers did their tricks and bellydancers glided and twisted seductively. 'This is quite impressive.' Aleksander raised an eyebrow at the praise in Danka's reluctant tone. It was the first sentence she had uttered since he met her three days ago. He nodded as well. As much as it irked him to say so, it really was impressive. The elders had definitely pulled out all the stops for their first ever pure bred mating ceremony. He smiled bitterly to himself. Waste of money if they asked him. The seating arrangement meant that the parents, visitors and normal vampires were sat in a half circle while the pure breds were sat in the centre of it all, directly in front of the performers and directly opposite the elders. Aleks smiled to himself when he saw where he and the others were being led to sit. It would give him a lovely view of Damien and this way he would be able to keep an eye on him. As he sat down he noticed Damien's slightly fidgety demeanour and wrinkled his eyebrows lightly. This was very puzzling and scary at the same time. Damien was the most cunning of elders, even vampires. Normally, regardless of whatever plan he may or may not have been plotting, he never made it obvious by fidgeting or looking around. No one ever knew he had anything on his mind until it had occurred. For him to be so obviously twitchy did not bode well for Aleksander. It also meant that whatever he intended on doing, he was going to do soon. The performance by the fire breathers started in earnest as a large burst of flame was blown in the air, blinding Aleksander for a second. He turned his head away, squinting and realized that he could not really make out the elders in front of him. He looked round wildly in panic and decided that he could not do this alone. He should have told his father in the first place. His father would have known what to do as he was aware of what Damien was capable of first hand. He shook his head at his stupidity and kept on trying to see past the jumping and fire breathing cretins in front of him. 'You may not be aware of this, but this is the third time you have jabbed me in the ribs with your elbow. I may not be able to be hurt but that does not stop such jabs from causing me discomfort. Either tell me what is causing you such distress or comport yourself.' Danka hissed vehemently in his right ear. He turned and saw her glaring at him. 'Oh, I apologise, I wasn't aware of...distress? What do you mean by that?' 'Don't give me that. It's pouring out of you in waves. I don't care if you tell me to mind my own business, but don't pretend you aren't bothered, with the Elder Damien nonetheless, and lie to me.' Damien half-whispered with a snort. Aleksander looked round for his parents once again and saw that they were too far away to signal to. Crap. 'Okay look, I'm going to tell you something but I have to trust you that you will not breathe a word of this to anyone.' He whispered softly but heatedly to Danka. Danka nodded shortly. He proceeded to tell her all about Belle. She nodded when he was through, 'Ah, I had a feeling you weren't like the rest of us who were annoyed about the ceremony just because it took away our rights to choose our mates, but a human...hmm. I have heard you, but what does this have to do with your newfound fascination with Damien? Or does he know about her?' Aleks shook his head in despair, 'That's what I don't know. I was so sure before that he did not, but why else would he have given me such a smug look before? He has something up his sleeves that will hurt me and I don't think it has anything to do with my family. He may be evil but he is definitely not stupid. And, it's not like he hasn't done something similar to this before.' Danka looked at him in confusion, 'How so?' 'He killed my father's first love. She was human. He must have some sort of hatred for humans and I know for sure that he definitely hates me and I'm afraid that if he has found out about Belle, and I can't say for sure that he hasn't, then she's as good as dead.' Aleks said flatly. Danka widened her eyes then. She had thought this trip to France was going to be boring and irritating especially when she was going to be mated to a stranger, but it seemed the vamps here were full of drama. Danka smiled sympathetically at him, 'You cannot just keep worrying blindly without having any idea of what he is up to. I will look out for you as well. I will keep an eye out for him.' Aleks looked at her with relief and a tiny bit of suspicion, 'That's really kind of you and believe me when I say I appreciate it, but why are you helping me? I thought you did not like me, so why the turnaround?' Danka shrugged, 'Because you have been honest with me. You did not have to be, yet you trusted me with your secret.' Aleks opened his mouth to thank her again, but she continued, 'And also because I am bored. This is so much more fun that staring at these buffoons try to burn us to crisps. What were the elders thinking getting fire breathers here for? It's a sure way to eliminate all of us in one swoop and there are a lot of important vamps here too.' Aleks nodded once. Right. Well she was helping him anyway and a beggar did not have any choice, really. 'I'm going to go look for my parents. There's so much noise now, with some people standing and others jumping about so I can sneak off now to look for them.' 'Fine. I'll just stay here and...' Danka started, then she realized something quickly. 'Look, now that people are beginning to mill about, don't you think Elder Damien now has the perfect opp...' She turned round and saw that Aleks had already gone off. She ended with a perfect eye roll, '...ortunity to go wherever he wants to go.' She sighed and looked up at the elder's level. Damien was still sat there. She looked round and could not find Aleks. Suddenly, a trumpet sounded startling her and many others. A voice called out loudly, 'The mating ceremony is about to begin. Pure breds, be with your designated mates.' Danka felt Aleks slip in beside her. 'Did you find them?' 'No.' He gritted out angrily. He had caught their scent and had been following it, but this stupid trumpeter had given his announcement and he had to get back to his annoying little throne. He looked down at the table closing his eyes in frustration. Then he opened them and turned as if propelled. His father was staring at him in confusion as if he knew his son was worried about something. Immediately, people began to applaud as the elders stood and everyone stood as well with them. 'Yes! I've seen my father. Look, I'm going to go talk to him. With everyone clapping and standing, I have a chance to get to him and get back here. I'll be back soon.' He left again as Danka opened her mouth to talk. 'This is getting tiring.' She muttered to herself. She had seen Damien stand as well with the elders, but he was lagging behind as the other elders walked forward. If she had not been studying him as closely as she was, she would not have noticed his quick side step towards a door she had not seen before. She looked round for Aleks and saw him whispering away to his father. She shook her head in exasperation. Guess it was down to her to follow the big bad Elder Damien then! *** Belle smiled as she left the Charles de Gaulle Airport in Paris. She had had a lovely flight from Heathrow and was now heading off to the Hyatt Regency Paris Hotel. She found a cab outside the airport and hopped in happily. The hotel was not too far away from the airport and was also close to tourist spots like the Eiffel Tower and Louvre. Even Disney! She grinned to herself as she thought of Claire. Claire would have loved to go to Disney. They had not been there since their school trip in college. She was looking forward to a wonderful soak in the bath and some dinner. No, dinner first then a soak. She sighed happily to herself as she leaned back against the cab seat and smiled. Now, she could finally put everything to the back of her mind and just be. *** At the same time in Bristol, Damien landed by the same window, as Aleks had done when he followed him. He tried to open it and saw that it was locked. He peered through the curtains but could not really see anything. Oh No. He had not come here just to go back to the ceremony in vain. He broke the window in anger and swooped in. There was no one in there. He walked into the living area and the kitchen. No one. The girl was not there. He stifled an angry growl. It would not do to lose his composure completely. There was always another day. He made to fly back out of the window then stopped. He had heard a voice similar to that of the other girl that had been with Aleks and his human. Claire, was it? He smiled to himself. If anyone would know where this Belle was, then surely who else but Claire? He followed the voice to another window and saw that this one was open. He chuckled to himself silently. Finally fate was backing him. He flew into the room and saw the girl jump in fear. 'Come now, don't be frightened, ma chère fille. I only need some little information from you. Where is your friend, Belle?' He asked with a smile on his face. Claire just stared at him in fear, the hand holding a mug of hot chocolate now limp and letting the soothing drink drip slowly to her carpet. 'Don't waste my time, little human. Where is she?' Damien asked again, his anger beginning to show. 'If you actually think I'm going to tell you where my best friend is, especially with you looking like all those villainous vampires on the telly....you must be having a laugh.' Claire replied defiantly, although her voice was a little shrill with fear. Damien narrowed his eyes into slits, 'Look you foolish human, I will not hesitate to kill you so better tell me what I want if not you'll certainly die.' Claire shook her head, 'No way.' Damien raised his hand to hit her then dropped it. In his anger he had forgotten that he could simply mind control her into telling him what he wanted. He let out a little laugh which made her jump. 'Oh you silly little girl.' He crooned softly before grabbing her head with his hand and staring deep in her eyes. She struggled for a bit then went limp, her mug dropping to the floor finally. 'Now tell me. Where is Belle?' He asked softly. 'In Paris.' She answered woodenly. 'Ah, what a merry-go-round I've been on today. In the same town as moi?' He whispered delightedly to himself. 'Where in Paris, ma petite causeur?' He asked her again. 'The Hyatt Regency Hotel. Not too far from the airport, she said.' Claire replied again with a dead look in her eyes. 'Wonderful. Thank you my dear girl, you have been ever so helpful. Now to wipe your silly memory so that you don't go blabbing to your friend. Don't want you ruining my surprise visit to her now, do I?' He smiled to himself again and wiped her memory before dropping her unceremoniously to the floor and flying out the window. Claire shook her head as if she was in a daze and looked round. Why was she on the floor? And where was her...'Bloody hell!' She gasped as she saw her mug lolling on the carpet and the dark brown stain spreading on her cream carpet. 'Oh crap. How the fuck?' She muttered out loud to herself. 'Simple. Because you dropped it in fright when you were be-spelled by a vampire.' Claire jumped as she heard a Russian accented voice and turned to see a stunning looking blonde girl staring at her with something akin to irritation. 'Oh get off the floor and stop staring at me so stupidly. Your mind has just been tampered with by a vampire and I need to return your memory to you. There's no point telling you what just happened as I cannot be bothered with any denials from you while I try to convince you of the truth. Now stand up, quickly. What Aleks sees in humans, I cannot fathom.' The last sentence got Claire to her feet immediately. The girl must be telling the truth if she knew Aleks. 'You know that twat?' Claire started and the girl just rolled her eyes as she placed her hands on Claire's head. 'Hold still and let me concentrate. I do not have time for indignation.' She closed her eyes for a second then opened them. Claire stared at her askance. She opened her mouth to ask what the hell had just happened then fell to the floor as her memory flew back into her with a bang. 'Ow!' She rubbed her head lightly. Then her eyes widened, 'Oh fuck I have to call Belle and warn her about this.' Danka nodded and turned to the window. 'Wait. What the hell is going on?' Claire asked. Danka looked at her incredulously, 'And your knowing will do what exactly? You couldn't even stop yourself from being mind controlled. Ring your Belle friend and stay out of this, human.' With that she stepped to the window and made to jump out. 'Черт возьми, я не успел летать.' (Oh hell, I do not have time to fly) Danka said and immediately disappeared. 'What the...How the...'Claire stuttered. Oh fuck, she'd worry about her mental state later but now she had to ring Belle. She dialled Belle's mobile number and it just rang on until it got to her voicemail. She dialled it again and the same thing happened. 'Shit fuck wank!' She swore before letting out a short scream. She rushed to her wardrobe and throw on a hoodie over her pyjamas. No time to change. She grabbed her passport and dialled a number into her phone as she threw her wallet and toothbrush into a bag. 'I need the first available ticket to Paris.' She barked into her phone as she ran out of her flat. Forbidden Love I was sitting alone at the bar nursing my rum & coke when I saw her making her way across the room towards me. She was the most beautiful creature I had ever laid eyes on. Long, jet black, curly locks framed the face of an angel, and a jersey dress of deep magenta clung to her every curve. The scent of her intoxicating perfume filled my nostrils and I felt heat slowly rise to my face as she sat next to me. With a very tentative voice she said "Rochelle?" "Yes" I purred, "and you must be Dominique." Paul, our mutual friend who had set up the rendezvous, had not sufficiently prepared me for her beauty. "You are so beautiful," I sighed. Perhaps I should not have been so bold as to voice my thoughts, but her reaction to my comment gave me all the satisfaction that I needed. A soft flush colored her cheeks and a sharp intake of breath told me that she felt it too - that current of electricity cursing between us. For the next hour or so we talked and got to know one another a little better. Soon the drinks I had consumed, together with the hard, pulsating beat of the music, caused me to sway gently in my chair and my inhibitions began to diminish. I began a slow erotic appraisal of my newfound friend. My eyes lingered on her full, firm breasts as I ran my index finger lightly across my parted lips. As I imagined myself suckling and teasing her puckered nipples, they actually began to respond, straining against the fabric of her dress. She shifted her position, squirming under the raw desire of my gaze. I pulled my eyes away from her luscious body to once again rest on the delicate features of her face. Her deep blue eyes were smoldering, her full, sensuous lips inviting. Placing my hand lightly on her arm, I whispered, "Come home with me tonight." As soon as we entered the privacy of my apartment and closed the door behind us, I placed my hands on her face and drew her lips down to meet mine. Slipping my skilled tongue between her quivering lips, I felt, rather than heard, the moan that escaped her throat. Reaching down, I took her by the hand and lead her to my living room. Sinking down into the softness of the plush sofa, I sat her on my lap facing me, her legs on either side of mine. This position permitted me access to every curve and crevice of her lovely body. Tugging on the edge of her dress I inched it up over her hips to reveal wispy, white satin trimmed in lace. Kneading the soft, pliable flesh of her thighs, I felt the stirrings of desire spreading throughout my own body. "Take it off," I whispered, "I want to look at you." Her body trembling, she slowly pulled her dress up and over her head, emphasizing the smooth, taut muscles of her stomach and the fullness of her heaving breasts. Instinctively reaching for them, my hands caressed their soft undersides as my thumbs brushed and teased her large pink nipples. I heard her whimper as I bent to taste one, then the other, going painfully slow, enjoying the intensity of her reaction. "Yes," she moaned, "oh yes!" I could smell her musky aroma and feel the heat of her desire through the fabric of her panties. Her breathing now becoming very ragged, I held her face in my hands and kissed her passionately, deeply, penetrating her very soul. With slow and deliberate fingers, she proceeded to unbutton my blouse, brushing her palms against my now hardened nipples as she did so. A small gasp escaped her lips as she unsnapped my bra and gazed at my own full breasts as they spilled out into her cupped hands. Following my lead, she traced small concentric circles around and around my breasts before she finally reached my excited nipples. Warm and tender, she blazed a trail of desire across my breasts and down the sensitive skin of my rib cage. The lightness of her touch and the warmth of her hands sent shivers of excitement and anticipation throughout my body. Soon she found her way to the waistband of my form fitting jeans. Instinctively I lifted my pelvis as I heard the snap of the button and felt her urgently tugging at the zipper. In one fluid movement my jeans were down around my ankles, leaving me in my now very wet, black lace panties. Placing her hands on the inside of my calves she began a slow exploration of my legs, pushing them apart as she neared my throbbing pussy. She bent her head to kiss the trembling flesh of my thighs and rested her face against the dampness of my panties, tracing the outline of my swollen labia with her tongue through the thin material. "My God, I want you," she groaned as she stripped away the last barrier between her and my sopping wet pussy. I felt her get up off the couch and my eyes flickered open. Standing up, her hands went to the waistband of her sexy panties. "No," I moaned, "please let me." Rising from the couch, I kneeled in front of her and placed my face against the thin fabric of her panties. My head reeled as I breathed in her musky scent and rubbed my face back and forth across the damp material. I reached up and began to tug at her panties, pulling them down past the creamy whiteness of her thighs, the firm muscles of her calves, finally revealing her full nudity to my hungry eyes. I revelled in her beauty. Both of us now fully aroused, I reached up to grasp her slender waist and pull her down to join me. Spreading her legs wide I planted her feet on either side of my body. Reaching out, I placed my hands behind her neck and pulled her face to meet mine. My lips found her lips. We kissed passionately. Our breathing grew more laboured. I reached down and cupped her moist pussy with my hand. Using my thumb and index finger, I gently pried open the swollen lips of her pussy and slipped my middle finger inside the soft folds of her flesh. I felt her shudder under the expertise of my touch. Pulling away from our embrace, I gazed into the deep blue of her eyes. "I want you to look at me," I whispered hoarsely, "I want to watch you while you cum." Gradually increasing the speed of my finger, I positioned my thumb to apply pressure to her gorging clitoris. "Is this what you want?" I whispered. "Tell me!" I commanded. "Yes ... that's it ... yes, yes, yes," she cried as I added yet another finger and her hips began to buck against my hand. Shoving my fingers in to the hilt, I swiftly moved them back and forth, fucking her at a furious speed. Her head snapped back and her guttural cries coaxed me even further. "Cum for me," I commanded, "let it all go." Now bracing her elbows against the floor, she lifted her pelvis and thrashed wildly against my hand as she screamed and wailed in ecstasy. She truly was the most beautiful creature I had ever laid eyes on. As her breathing began to subside she drew herself up to look at me. After a few endless moments of simply gazing into one another's eyes, she leaned over, wrapped her arms around my neck, and rested her head against my shoulder. "This is only the beginning my sweet," I whispered, as I wrapped my arms around her quivering body and drew her closer to me, "only the beginning ..." Forbidden Love This is an excerpt from my journal. My brother Ed, recently divorced from his shrew of a wife, appeared at my door late one night. He was visibly upset. "What's the matter?" I asked. "I just need to be with someone tonight. I can't take being alone any more." I hugged him firmly and led him into the den. After a couple of drinks, he relaxed and began to talk about his marriage and the anger and frustration he had dealt with for several years. Ed revealed that, among other offenses, Brenda, his ex-wife, often denied him sex, and, after the first few years, just lay there complaining while he "masturbated" (Brenda's word) in her vagina. What really ended the marriage, Ed commented, was when Brenda called him a "pencil-dicked wimp" and told him that if he ever tried to have sex with her again she would accuse him of rape. As we talked, I thought of our childhood explorations, gently playing with each other's genitals. I asked Ed if he remembered. He admitted that I had always been a major subject of his sexual fantasies. I soon realized that I was horny and wet. I noticed Ed shifting to conceal his erection. I asked him to join me on the sofa. We hugged for a long time until Ed said he had to go to the bathroom. Boldly, I said, "You don't have to masturbate alone. I'll help you." I led him to his bedroom. We both undressed and lay on the bed, naked. I said, "Let's play doctor." Reverting to our childhood roles, I began my examination of Ed's body. Starting at his head I probed and massaged every part of his anatomy. By the time my attentions reached his pubic area, his penis was drooling clear pre-cum and throbbing noticeably. I paused, took his penis into my grasp, and examined it closely. "My diagnosis, sir," I said in my best doctor voice, "is a severely neglected penis. The only cure is some loving attention from a female hand." Ed groaned. "Please heal my penis." As I rubbed Ed's cock, I reached between my thighs and squeezed my clit. Ed moved his hand atop mine and inserted 2 fingers into my pussy. After a few minutes, we stopped and he asked me if we should go further. In reply, I turned and took his cock into my mouth and spread my legs as I straddled his face. He knew what to do. My clit responded to his lips and tongue and I orgasmed quickly and strongly. I rolled off Ed, who hadn't cum, and said, "Let's go all the way." His penis is small, not quite 6 inches, and quite slim, so I stayed on top. As I lowered my cunt onto his cock, he sighed and pulled me down so he could suck my nipples. I ground my clit into his pelvic bone until we both were moaning and jerking in orgasmic heaven. He filled me with a huge load of cum which ran out between us and made a slurping sound as we continued to hump. Soon we were exhausted. I climbed off his still erect member, grabbed a towel, wiped us off, and led him into the shower. As we bathed each other I knelt before him and took his still erect cock into my mouth. In less than a minute he shot another load into my throat. I swallowed most of it, feeling very close in spirit to my brother. Afterwards, we lay in each other arms and were overcome by the love and tender feelings we expressed for each other. The next day, Ed and I discussed our sexual encounter. We both had some misgivings about an incestuous relationship. Even though we had strong sexual feelings for each other, we didn't want to jeopardize our brother-sister love because of sex. Also, neither of us wanted to hurt Ray. As we talked, it became more and more apparent that Ed and I wanted more sex with each other. We decided that there was no use denying our mutual attraction and that to do so would be more stressful than keeping our secret from Ray and our sister. Ed invited me into his room where we both undressed. He was sweaty from working out, so I suggested a bath. I filled the tub and he got in. I soaped his back, legs, feet, and finally his belly, finishing with his solidly erect cock. I commented that I wanted him especially clean there for our anticipated love-making session. I lathered my hands and gently scrubbed between his thighs, paying special attention to his scrotum and anus. I slowly inserted a slick finger into his nether hole. He slid down to allow better access as I pushed deeper inside. Turning my hand, I reached his pecan sized prostate and began to massage it. From the tip of his penis came a steady stream of white cum as he grunted with pleasure. This turned me on so strongly that I was compelled to pull my clit as best I could with my free hand. Unable to maintain my cramped position, I withdrew my finger from him, lay on the bathroom floor and began furiously to masturbate. He sat up, grabbed his partially erect cock and jerked himself back to full erection. I told him not to waste his erection - I needed it in my pussy now. I turned over onto my belly, raised my hips, and received his erection into my wet cunt. Feeling the need for more tightness and suspecting that because of his recent expulsion of cum that he would need extra stimulation, I reached back, removed him from my cunt and guided his cock to my anal opening. His slim penis entered with minimal resistance. I rose slightly to allow my hand to reach my clit, which I stimulated as he plunged his penis into my ass. We moved in unison for a long while, neither of us wanting the closeness to end. Then, as though we were one being, an orgasm seized both of us, his manhood jerking and squirting in my ass while my entire pelvic region contracted and spasmed uncontrollably. When he finally pulled his flaccid cock out, we turned face to face, shedding tears of joy and love, a love that defies description with mere words. Forbidden Love 11-12 Heya!! Decided to put up the final two chapters instead of just the one. The eleventh chapter has no cliffhanger and the twelfth is more like an epilogue so just thought to have them both together...no use prolonging something that's quite predictable hunh (or would have been once CH 11 had been read!!) Anyway, happy reading! Shall continue with University First Chapter and for those of you that read Silver Eyes, already formulating ideas on its sequel so wisheth moi luck!! Enjoy! xoxo ************ **************** *************** ********* CHAPTER ELEVEN... Danka materialised in front of the hotel and looked at all the floors. Crap, how was she to know what floor this Belle human was? She walked into the hotel foyer and went straight to the chirpy looking man at reception. She stared fully into his eyes and asked in a hypnotic voice, 'What room is Belle in?' He looked back at her with dead eyes and replied tonelessly, 'Belle what? I cannot check without a surname.' 'Damn.' She muttered. She thought of something else to ask but heard a sharp scream with her supernatural hearing. 'Won't be needing you anymore. Think of...fairies.' She abruptly told him and ran off towards the voice she could hear. She burst into the room and saw an almost dead dark-skinned girl lying on the floor and still struggling, albeit very weakly with Damien. She rushed towards them and grabbed Damien with one hand hurling him across the room to smash into a dresser. She looked down at the girl and saw blood gushing from the massive rip in her throat which her dragging Damien off so roughly had caused. 'Fuck!' She swore and tried to staunch the blood flow. She felt movement behind her and ducked a nanonsecond before Damien's hand reached for her hair and grabbed nothing. She disappeared from her spot and re-appeared behind him as he stared around wildly. 'I bet you elders didn't know half of what we pure breds could do.' She smiled darkly at him before throwing a very accurate punch in his midsection. He doubled over and she grabbed him by his hair and hit his nose with her knee, hearing a satisfying crunch as it broke. He gurgled as blood rushed into his mouth from his wound and she proceeded to beat him soundly before flinging him away again and rushing back to the now prone girl. Her breathing had become so faint she had to strain to hear and she knew that there was nothing she could do to save her except turn her. She rolled her eyes to herself, Aleks had a lot to pay when he finally got his stupid mug here. She bit her arm and squeezed some drops in the human's half parted lips until a tongue shot out to lick her lips. When that happened she pressed her arm to the girl's mouth and let her suckle as she turned round to keep an eye on a still unconscious Damien. And this was the most powerful elder...no wonder they relied on the invincibility of their pure breds so much, she thought to herself in disparagement. *** Aleksander burst into the hotel with such speed that some papers flew off the reception desk. He had heard sounds of a scuffle and hoped that Damien had not killed Belle yet. He got to the floor where he had heard sounds from and saw loads of doors had 'Do Not Disturb' signs on their doors. He thought about the cowardliness of humans for a second. They had heard fight sounds and what did they do? Shut themselves off in the safety of their own rooms. He had half a mind to drag all of them out of their rooms by their hair but he had more pressing issues to sort out. He ran to the room with the broken lock and burst into it. The sight he met caused an inhuman howl to burst from his lips. Danka was feeding her blood to a still unconscious Belle and Damien was beginning to recover from a beating he was sure Danka had administered to him. He did not even spare a second to think of how Danka had arrived before him when he left before her. Instead, he pounced on Damien and began throwing punches and kicks. 'You dare touch my Belle!' He hissed with so much venom as he clawed Damien's face and watched with malevolent satisfaction as his skin peeled away in four long jagged strips. He heard Danka say in her normal sarcastic tone, 'You better not kill him. He is still an elder you know.' But he ignored her as he continued to pummel Damien. He did not hear his parents arrive until he felt arms dragging him off a bloodied Damien and holding unto him with their combined strengths. He tried to shrug them off, but the both of them together were too strong for him. 'Calm down, my son. Please. Belle is not dead and neither is anyone of us. Do not kill Damien and cause your own death, not after all that we have just gone through getting the rule changed.' Danka quickly said, 'The rule has been changed?' Then she hurriedly but gently pried Belle off her hand, grimacing as she saw the jagged tear in it. 'How, why? Okay that's not important now, but that is definitely good news.' She said smiling satisfactorily to herself. A little tear did not matter, watching her hand heal itself. The rule was abolished so she could go back to her beloved country again. And single too. Aleksander shrugged his parents' relaxed hold off of him and crawled to Belle. 'Oh my dear Belle, I'm so sorry. I'm so, so sorry.' He stared up at Danka with blood stained eyes, 'Why has she not woken up? You fed her. Why is she still so...unconscious?' His French accent was so thick, Danka could barely understand him. His father gently said, 'Give her a minute or two. It does not work immediately my son. She will wake up soon.' 'Oh God, I hope so. I hope so.' Aleks muttered over and over to himself as he cradled her in his arms, blood tears flowing freely down his face and into her hair. Damien laughed and spat out blood as he struggled to his feet. Aleksander looked up at him and growled rushing towards him again. His parents caught him in time and dragged him backwards. 'Leave him, Claudio and Esmerelda. Leave the little chien, let him do his worst. He will end up dead and his little human...no vampire shall be all alone without his or her darling vampire to be with for all eternity.' 'You hateful creature.' Esmerelda spat at him. He looked at her and his gaze changed from hateful to a soft look, 'Oh Esmerelda. How I wish things had turned out differently.' 'What do you...' Claudio began to ask but was cut off by a soft, husky voice which said beatifically, 'And what is the punishment a newly-turned vamp gets for killing an elder?' They all turned to look at her. She looked glorious in her undeath. Ethereal. Belle smiled softly at Aleks and said, 'I haven't forgiven you yet for being so rude.' Aleks let out a watery laugh, 'Oh Belle.' His Belle was alive again. And was his for all eternity now. He smiled again, tears of joy streaming down his face. Damien yelled, 'Enough. That does not change anything. Be you newly turned or a vampire of centuries; killing an elder is punishable by death and THAT will be your punishment.' Belle smiled at him, cocking her head to a side thoughtfully, 'Ah, but I don't think anyone here will say that I was aware of this rule now, would they? I have just been turned and I have, unfortunately -- for you that is, not been made privy to this rule that prevents elders from being killed. As far as I'm concerned, all I can think of now upon my awakening is killing the vampire that caused my death in the first place.' The other vampires, apart from Damien nodded in grim agreement. Damien shook his head, his eyes widening in horror, 'Non! You cannot allow this to happen. You are committing a grave offence, you know this. No...' Belle smiled with her new, glistening fangs. 'How unfortunate it's just your words against ours, and you don't count really as you are about to go bye-bye.' She said this with a mocking wave then rushed towards him and began to drain him with her immeasurable strength gained from feeding off a pure-bred. As she took her last drag, she thought to herself, 'And your little secret is going to die with you. Don't think I didn't notice you trying to tell Aleks' mum. Causing trouble till the very end, eh?' His eyes widened slightly and she knew that he had read her thought. Good! She had not known how else to make him aware and it seemed telepathy did exist with vampires. One thing these vampire movies had gotten right! She dropped his limp dead body to the floor, then jumped back in fear as he shrunk to a husk before shattering softly into ashes. 'Now that's something Aleks did not inform me about.' She said looking back at the other vampires. Aleks just groaned his pleasure as he rushed to her to hug her and cover her face with kisses. 'I'm sorry. I cannot believe how horrible I was to you and now, this. You almost died. Mon Dieu, Annabelle, I would have killed myself had you died. I promise.' Belle kissed him back. 'It's okay. I forgive you. Truly. Let's just put this behind us okay?' He nodded and gave her one more kiss. 'Are you...okay? Do you feel alright, no...' He asked tentatively. Belle just grinned, 'I've never felt better.' Then her grin disappeared as she wrinkled her brows and groaned, 'Oh shit! What am I going to tell my parents? And Claire? Oh fuck, and Pritchard?' Aleks rubbed her hair soothingly, 'We'll think of something don't worry.' 'We'd better.' She grumbled back as she snuggled deeper into the space between his neck and shoulder, 'All I got from Pritchard was a holiday leave. And now I end up a vampire. And bloody Mark is definitely going to get my job now. Oh well, I did say he was going to get it over my dead body, turns out I was right after all.' Aleks just rubbed her head murmuring soothing words to her. He had absolutely no idea what she was talking about but he was sure it was all delayed shock. No matter. He was going to take care of her perfectly from now on. And nothing was going to stand in his way this time. Claudio smiled at the young couple and looked at his wife who had an identical smile on her face. 'Look at them. This is what love is all about.' Esmerelda said smiling. 'Yes it is. And wonderful too, but how are we going to repair this broken door, thrashed room and wipe out the memories of the people on this floor and God knows where else?' Danka muttered to herself. It was all well and good that things ended wonderfully for Aleks and his human-turned-vamp, but it was time to get practical here. Plus she wanted to get back to her parents and start her journey home. France had drama yes, but the drama was too much and she needed some tranquility in her life. 'Why do I always miss out on all the fun!?' Elena wailed as she stood by the door and stared at the scene in front of her. Danka turned and rolled her eyes. Yes it was definitely time she left these loons and went back to dear Russia. ****************************** CHAPTER TWELVE... The next night was filled with gossip and rumours as the vampires stared at the newcomers in their midst. Claire looked round worriedly and whispered to Belle, 'I don't particularly like being the only human here, Belle.' Belle laughed and cuffed her as gently as she could over her head. She had to be extra careful with Claire now as she had hugged her so tightly last night and had bruised her ribs. She remembered how Claire had dashed into the room in a hoodie and pyjama bottoms, mace in her outstretched hand and screaming at the top of her voice, 'Vampire or not, I'll mace your eyes off if you've hurt her!' It had been a hilarious sight. Of course, the incredible spraying into Aleks's eyes had not been that funny, not to him anyway. Claire had yelled at Aleks that it was his entire fault that Belle was now the 'undead' and what was she going to tell Mrs Hemmingway, Belle's mum. It had taken some time to calm her down, but as she did so, Aleks's parents and Elena had gone round wiping a whole lot of memories. Danka had rolled her eyes again as she was wont to do and told them her work there was done. Belle had thanked her profusely but she had shrugged and disappeared. Now the vampires were all gathered in some hall place and she was waiting to hear what the elders had to say about her arrival to their community. Claire rubbed her cuffed head and mock-scowled at Belle, 'Still hurts. I think it's probably best if you just pretend to cuff me instead of actually cuffing me, hmm?' Belle looked at her contritely, 'Oh dear, I'm so sorry. I really don't know my own strength, I'm just trying to get all used to everything, trust me.' Claire sighed and hugged her lightly, 'Oh Belle, of course I do trust you. It's just...so scary and different, you suddenly becoming a vampire...at least no one's out to kill you anymore, none that we know of anyway. It's just...your whole aura...you're different. Gorgeous, more than normal of course. And you have this...predatory thing about you now.' Belle quickly said, 'Claire! I could never hurt you. Surely, you know that?' 'I do, you silly mare. I'm just describing how different you look now.' Claire punched her arm slightly then rubbed her knuckles, 'Guess no cuffing you either then.' She looked round once more and asked again, 'Are you sure I'm not being looked at like a part of the buffet? Being the only human is seriously getting to me, Belle.' A voice laughed behind her and she turned round to see who it was. An exotic looking man with long dark hair and almond-shaped brown eyes stared at her with a large grin on his face. Claire nearly sighed at his beauty then remembered where she was. She put her fingers in front of her shaped like a cross and said, 'Back off, mister. I am not a haribo.' The man laughed at this and said in a deep, light French accent, 'I do not see you as a 'haribo.' More like Pamela Anderson.' Claire wrinkled her nose at this, 'You need to work on your lyrics, dude. That makes me feel better, but not by very much. Try Scarlett Johansson.' Belle just shook her head in laughter and left her with Malik. She knew that Claire would definitely be safe with him as she (Belle) had met him the night before and Aleks had told her of how close they were. She spotted Danka standing alone and quickly walked towards her. 'I never really thanked you for saving me. Well I did, but you never really gave me a chance to do it properly...' Danka gave her customary eye roll, 'Look human, I mean Belle. I'm a bit uncomfortable with too much gratitude. I saved you, yes but this was against your will at the end of the day. Turning you into a vampire. You should be slapping me for this, not overly thanking me.' Belle shook her head, 'I still thank you all the same. I'm alive and happy and that's all that matters.' Danka nodded once and they both stood there saying nothing for a little while. Then Danka asked reluctantly, 'So have you decided what you shall tell your parents yet?' Belle shook her head, 'No I haven't. I'm on holiday for three weeks, so I still have three weeks to come up with some suitable lie...or truth.' Danka nodded again. 'Well good luck with your fabrication, or truth. Good luck with your life actually. I'm going back to Russia tonight to my horses and peace. I think I've had enough excitement for a century.' Belle nodded again and thought for a second about hugging her then quickly discarded the idea. There was a possibility of getting frostbite if she tried it so she simply waved as Danka walked away. She felt arms go around her and relaxed into them with a smile. She would know those arms anywhere. 'Hello, Mr Romano.' 'Hello, Mrs-soon-to-be-Romano.' Aleksander said giving her a loving smile and planting a tender kiss on her brow. He nuzzled her head with his chin and whispered softly, 'I still cannot believe you are here with me. And alive. And...a vampire too. I feel guilty that it's worked out well for me but you have to deal with your human life.' Belle shook her head and raised his palm to her lips before placing a kiss there, 'Do not feel guilty. There was nothing you could do. If I had not been changed, I would have died anyway. So do not blame yourself. This is something that has happened and dwelling on it will not change anything. We have to look forward and just think of how to deal with it reasonably.' Aleks laughed at this, 'You and your being 'reasonable'.' Belle laughed as well and mock-punched his arm, 'Don't take the piss. This reasonableness has served me well countless times, mister!' 'You seem so well-tuned to this new life. You have not fed since last night and you are still okay. Are you sure you are not hungry?' Aleks asked, a worried note creeping into his voice. 'No, Aleksander. I am perfectly fine. I am fine with my non-hunger, my new life, everything. Stop worrying so much.' She said again turning round to face him. He bent to kiss her softly on her lips and whispered against them, 'I cannot help but worry. It has all been so sudden and you seem so normal and the elders have not called us yet on their decision. Everything is so quiet, it worries me.' 'Worry not, my dear son.' Belle looked over Aleks's shoulder to see Claudio staring at them with relief in his eyes. Aleks turned around as well to hear what his father had to say, holding Belle tightly to his side. 'I have just spoken to the elders and they are not too upset with Damien's death. According to Didier, one of the elders, they had been getting a bit exasperated with Damien and all the hatred that was coming his way. It had begun to spill over to the elders and the elders did not like being vilified for no reason, I guess. Suffice to say, his death has been accepted with concealed relief and Alphonse has been named the new highest elder.' 'Perfect. Although this just shows that there's hardly any difference between political humans and political vampires. Anyway, see; told you not to worry so much.' Belle said pouting playfully at Aleks. Aleks nodded but he was still not satisfied, 'And what about Belle, Father? She has not fed in almost two days yet she is still as okay as the rest of us pure breds. I know vampires, the normal ones who cannot go hours, at most a day without feeding. She is newly turned yet she perseveres. This worries me, Father.' 'That I do not know but I can think of a reason why.' His father said, 'She was turned by a pure bred and fed on an elder almost immediately after. The most powerful of elders, no less. I think, by virtue of her creator(s) she is almost as worthy as a pure bred.' Belle nodded again, 'Are you finally satisfied, Aleksander Romano?' Aleks nodded then shook his head, 'But what about your family? Your...' Belle cut him off exasperatedly, 'How many times do I have to explain to people that I'll cross that bridge when I get there? I've got three weeks to think of a perfect lie but right now I just want to not think about it. Of course I'm petrified about what I'm going to do then, who wouldn't? But I just want to be happy right now. I've had a horrible few weeks and let's not forget I practically just died. Let's not dwell on these things now. We'll think of something together. And if I have to tell my parents then, I guess I'll have to do so. I'm finally happy Aleks, after such a long time...we're back together again. Let's just focus on that now, okay?' Aleks nodded and kissed her again, 'I'm sorry. I'm being a killjoy and I'm sorry. I can't help being worried but I promise to halt my worrying for now. Whatever you decide to do later on, I'll stand by you, okay? I love you, you know?' Belle threw her arms round his neck and kissed him for all she was worth, ignoring the chuckles and ribbing that went on as other vampires stared at them. Forbidden Love 11-12 This was the start of a new life for her, and she was glad that she had the man of her dreams with her to live it. THE END Forbidden Love It was their weekend time again; this is when they would squander numerous hours having the benefit of each others company, in whatever way they could. But this weekend was the one that they'd both commit to memory forever. On Friday, when Tony and Mercy got home from school, Devin pulled up five minutes later routinely. Devin hacked the wood, and then Tony and he got back into his rust and cream painted Ford Bronco. Mercy stood immobile directly in front of Devin, looking at the ground, silenced. Devin raised her chin and softly kissed her brow and bid her farewell. She smiled softly once again reassuring herself that everything would be alright. Tony had been depicting pictures of this doombuggie he sought to construct from scratch with Devin. This had been one of the infatuations he and Devin had shared with one another. This weekend Tony was getting to make it veracity. Friday they picked up a frame off a small car for it, and Devin had a motor they would transform to give it high power, add huge mud tires, fastidious shocks, and a dual-action exhaust system sealed the deal. A few odds and ends of course (the stipulation) an despicable brush guard on the front of it, many small playthings for them that seemed to enhance the manifestation of the doombuggie and pacify their need for flawlessness. They also installed small retractable shooting star blades in the tires, etc. Spending the entire weekend working on it, only captivating breaks to eat, and sleep, they were sure to have it at least partially done by mid-week the subsequent week. The weekends were more often than not the time when Tony and Devin spent every waking hour with each other and Mercy would have time to herself to do whatever with. She never left her domicile much, but she still enjoyed the time. Nevertheless, she didn't call Devin's a great deal on the weekends, unless it was enormously indispensable. Saturday night, late, she decided to give him a call, just to see what they were doing and how their "project" was coming along. Devin's mother answered. "Yeah." She said in a delicate tone. "Hey! Is your sons in the house?" Mercy asked "I don't know, I think they come in, but let me go check." She answered. Taking the telephone with her, she tottered through the house to Devin's room. The music was playing noisily, but over it Mercy heard a trivial whimper, not exceedingly loud, but loud as much as necessary to take notice of over the phone. At the time, his mother deliberated that the boys were just snoozing, since they weren't answering her when she called to them, but Mercy thought otherwise. "The brats are asleep I guess." Devin's mother replied. "Oh, they are." Mercy said seeming oblivious as to what she'd heard, "Alright, just tell them I called when you see them next." Mercy said evenly. "Alrighty, brat," she giggled flippantly. "Bye." "Bye." Mercy replied. That night Mercy couldn't get what she'd heard off of her mind. She knew that Devin wasn't interested in guys, even though they'd teased about it often, that she had gotten "the vibe" from him. Devin would constantly make devious remarks about how fine looking Tony appeared, and how if he was addicted to guys that he would see Tony. But Mercy rewarded no mind to this, as she found it sort of a turn on, the man of her dreams, the total object of her maximum darkest and enigmatic desires could very well perhaps have sexual associations with another man. Most girls would have been troubled by the actuality that it was their brother and her partner in love; it didn't look as if to phase Mercy; so long as they weren't all in the same sexual experience together. In fact, Devin knew it was a major turn on for Mercy to observe two men have a sexual experience, just as it would be for Devin to watch her and Angela to engage in a sexual activity. Sunday evening, when Tony and Devin returned to bring Tony home, Mercy went to sit in the bronco as she did on weeknights and Sunday's, when she and Devin spent their time alone together at the end of the night. When Devin came outside, after saying his goodbyes, he climbed into the vehicle beside Mercy and wrapped his arms around her gently as he kissed her lips and whispered: "I missed you baby." "I missed you too," She said as she rubbed her lips together enjoying his seductive kiss and his sweet taste, "But I have to ask," Devin got quiet knowing somewhat but not completely what was going to be said. "What was going on Saturday with you and Tony?" she inquired. "We worked on the doombuggie until late. That's it." Devin replied nervously. "What about after you two went to your room?" she asked specifically. "Oh….." he got really quiet and looked away… "Don't be shy honey, I won't get mad, and I heard the moan anyway, because I called to see what you two were up to." Mercy explained. "You did," (by this time Devin was really blushing and unable to look at Mercy) "I can explain...we…uhh…." he stuttered repeatedly, " We just fooled around a bit, I just wanted to see what it was like honest!" he said as he looked deep into her eyes in what seemed to be sincere apologetic pyrotechnics. Mercy just looked at him once and started giggling uncontrollably. He could tell it didn't bother her and he sighed in relief. "So tell me all about it. I want to know about my baby's first male/male experience." She said anxiously waiting to hear what he had to tell her. "That's for another time, another visit, and another story…" With that he kissed her lips once more, and bid her farewell until morrow. A couple of days had passed, Mercy knew if she didn't ask now, she'd never get an answer and she really wanted to know what went on last weekend. When Devin came over to pick Tony up, Mercy told him they needed to talk when he and Tony came back, Devin said okay and rolled his eyes and deeply sighed. As they drove away, Devin put his hand on Tony's leg; Tony looked over and simply smiled. "She knows about us don't she?" Tony asked worriedly. "Yeah, she does. But I don't think she cares. She just wants to know exactly what happened." Devin explained. "Are you gonna tell her?" Tony asked. "Yeah, I mean, there's no reason to hide who I am. She told me about Angela, so why should I keep this from her?" Devin said. "It will be alright, I promise." Devin reassured as he looked to the road again. When they got to Devin's house, they went straight to the shed to resume working on their doombuggie. Devin bent over to pick up something he'd dropped. When he resumed the standing position, he noticed Tony staring at his ass. Devin slightly grinned and laughed a little, but paid the gesture no mind. There was work to be done, and it couldn't be interrupted. When they'd worked for an approximate two hours, they wanted a break. They went inside to eat, and Devin found himself constantly checking out Tony's bare chest. He felt a boner coming on and crossed his legs in an attempt to hide his problem area. "What in the hell are you doing?" Tony asked. "Umm, trying to hide my boner." Devin said bluntly. They both had finished eating and Tony was blushing profusely at the thought of causing Devin's 7-½ inch full manhood being erect. "Do we have time to take care of it?" Tony asked excitedly. "Umm, yeah, I guess we can make some time." Devin said. Devin lay back in the recliner as Tony kneeled in front of him. Staring deeply into his eyes, Tony slowly unbuttoned Devin's blue jeans and pulled his dick out of his boxers. He began sucking it as if a baby would suck a bottle, taking in most of his fully erect manhood. His face contorted with ecstasy, Devin lay back with his eyes closed and his arms behind his head while Tony milked him dry. He had almost brought him to a full blown cum explosion when he stopped sucking Devin's cock and got on all fours in front of him. Devin reached for the lube and drenched his throbbing rod in the warm liquid. Devin grabbed Tony's hips and he slowly guided his cock deep into Tony's ass. Devin moaned loudly in pleasure almost simultaneously with Tony's stifled moan. Devin soon picked up a good speed, rocking and pounding Tony's smooth ass hard. With each thrust and buck of his hips Tony felt Devin's balls slapping against his. Devin's grip on Tony's hips tightened, his balls contracted and with a loud moan of Tony's name that seemed almost as loud as a cry for help, and he let out an explosion of hot jizz deep into Tony's ass. Tony moaned lightly as Devin pulled out and collapsed onto the floor beside of Tony's sweaty body. Their bodies met as they caressed each other's backs for a few minutes then put their clothes back on, cleaned up and headed back for Tony's house. After they chopped the wood and Devin got ready to leave, Mercy was sitting in the bronco as usual; she slid over to let Devin in. They said their goodbyes and Tony went inside. Now it was time to find out. "So, are you gonna tell me now what went on last weekend?" Mercy asked curiously. "Like I said, all we did was fool around, we both wanted to see what it would be like." Devin said shortly. "What did you two do exactly, how did it commence?" She quizzed. Thinking carefully about his next comment he replied: "Well, I was there when he started to change clothes to get in the shower and I noticed that he had a nice bulge in his pants, but I fought it, then he came out of the shower in his towel. He stood directly in front of me, dropped his towel, and exposed himself. His package was so large, I found myself drooling and biting my lip." he recanted. "What's wrong, Devin?" Tony asked. "That." he pointed towards Tony's manhood. "Do you want it?" Tony asked. "YES" he gasped as he reached forward grabbed Tony's large package. He looked up into Tony's eyes as deeply as he ached to taste what he'd been holding in his hands. Without asking, he popped Tony's budding manhood into his mouth like a lollipop, sucking hard and fast as Tony cradled his head. "Baby, you and your brother are just alike, you both like it rough. He pulled my hair, cradled my head and shoved it down on his cock as he bucked his hips in towards me and I felt his balls slapping against my chin." Devin explained. "Was it good for you? Better than me?" Mercy asked. "I don't know, I've only tried it once, but it was okay." Devin replied praying she didn't see it in his eyes and know that something happened today. "Wow! I am so happy, I mean, yes I know, you're sleeping with the both of us, but as long as it don't affect our relationship, I don't care. The only difference in you and Tony and me and Angela, is that I would never want to watch you and Tony." She said. Finally getting her explanation, she softly kissed Devin's lips, whispered I love you and bid him goodbye until tomorrow when he came to pick up his new-found lover again. Friday had come back around once again, and Devin and Tony were going to spend the entire weekend together. Devin came over right after Mercy and Devin got home. When Devin got out of the bronco he came right to Mercy who was standing outside waiting on him. She wrapped her arms around him as he picked her up off the ground and she gave him a passionate kiss. "What are you going to do this weekend?" Devin asked. "Well, I think Angela is supposed to come up this weekend and stay, so I don't know." Mercy replied. "So it sounds like we both are going to be having a little fun. Maybe we can all get together and go something tomorrow night." Devin suggested. "Sure why not, if that's what you want." Mercy said. Devin and Tony drove off, as they passed; he gave a little wink to Mercy. A few hours later there was a knock at her door. She knew who it was, although she honestly hadn't expected them to come up. When she opened the door, there she stood along with Mercy's cousin and aunt, but her eyes were fixed on her beautiful girlfriend who stood in front of her. Mercy stood there just staring into Angela's eyes. Finally she spoke: "Hey" she said with a grin. "Hey" Angela replied. They all stood there momentarily just making small talk. Shortly after, Mercy broke off from the crowd and settled back into the living room where she'd been watching a movie. Angela followed soon after her with a cigarette and motioned for Mercy to follow her outside. Once they were outside, Angela lit her cigarette and sat down pulling Mercy to her to sit between her legs. Angela put her arm around Mercy and grasped her hand. "So, how've you been?" Angela asked. "I'm okay… now." Mercy said with a smile as she looked back at Angela. Mercy reached back and started rubbing Angela's young tight pussy through her black studded jeans. Angela moaned slightly as she rolled her hips into Mercy's fingers. Angela kissed Mercy's neck arousing her incredibly. Mercy closed her eyes momentarily then broke away from Angela's kisses. She turned facing her and kissed her lips passionately embracing her touch. "That's only a small taste of what is to come later." Angela said. As they walked back inside, Mercy was ecstatic with anticipation to get alone again with Angela. Meanwhile, back at Devin's, they'd just gotten inside. Home alone again. Devin's mom was at work and she'd be home in a few hours. They knew they had to take care of it now, or they wouldn't get the time after his mom got home. Devin and Tony came in the door; Devin threw his keys down on the table and directed his attention to Tony, not expecting to see him laying there on the couch the way he was. He had already removed his shirt and unbuttoned his pants as if he was beckoning to Devin to come after him. Overjoyed by the sight of Tony, Devin went to him and sat down at the top of the couch above Tony's head. Tony acknowledged Devin's presence above him and placed his head on Devin's lap. Placing his hand on the back of Tony's head, Devin began to caress his scalp and play with his hair. Tony moved his head to follow the intricate motions of Devin's strong hand, all the while nuzzling his face into Devin's crotch, teasing him and causing a massive hard on. He figured it would be like the past times when Tony sucked him off, so he slouched back in the couch and closed his eyes, when suddenly, Tony bit his cock through his jeans. Devin was so shocked at first but let him continue. Tony looked up into Devin's eyes with a hungry look, hungry for lust. He unbuttoned Devin's pants, stood up and walked out of the room to the back bedroom where Devin slept. "What's he doing?" Devin thought to himself. A few minutes later, Tony came back in with one hand behind his back and handcuffs in the other. Devin looked up at Tony and just grinned. "Just what in the hell do you plan on doing with those?" Devin asked. "You'll see. Just come in here." Tony said as he motioned him to the spare bedroom that contained bunk beds. Devin followed, unknowing as to what Tony was going to do to him, or what he held in his right hand. When Tony and Devin got into the bedroom, he told Devin to strip his clothes from his slender body. Tony handcuffed his hands to the poles on the bed blindfolded him and pulled the bullwhip out from behind his back. He pulled his arm back and snapped the bullwhip against Devin's back. He screamed in pain. "What are you doing Tony?" Devin asked "Just having a little fun, don't you like it?" Tony replied. "Yeah, I do, I just didn't think you were like that. You and your sister are nearly the same person when it comes to sexual pleasures. You both like playing on the Dom side don't you?" Devin said. Tony reached around and cupped Devin's balls in his hand and crushed them hard. Devin whimpered a little, but thrust his hips forward for more. Then he lubed up and jolted his hard cock into Devin's rigid ass from behind. Going hard and fast Tony pounded Devin so hard that the bunk bed was shuddering and drumming the wall behind it. Pulling his head back by his hair, Tony began biting at Devin's neck, causing it to bleed. Massaging Devin's balls with his hand, he bucked his hips harder and faster into Devin. Tony listened to his screams of pain but sensed incredible pleasure every time he would slash his back with the bullwhip. Thrusting once more, Tony's balls contracted and he shot his warm load into Devin's ass as he grunted and moaned slightly. He quickly got in front of Devin's rock hard cock, which was getting ready to explode, and began sucking the bulbous head like a baby sucking on a bottle. Devin fucked Tony's face hard as his balls hit his chin; he exploded into Tony's mouth. Tony stood from his kneeling position and kissed Devin's soft lips, tentatively pushing Devin's own juiced back into his mouth. They both enjoyed it greatly. Tony let Devin go, and they went back out to the garage. Back in Hollybrook, Angela and Mercy were just about to go to bed and the phone rang, it was Devin. "Hello." Mercy greeted. "Hey baby. What are you two doing?" Devin asked. "Not a lot of nothing, just getting ready to go to bed. What have you been doing?" She said "Oh nothing..." he paused momentarily, "you're brother just dominated me and gave me the best gay sex I've ever had." He blurted. "Really, it was that good, huh. I've always known he had that one in him. He doesn't show it much, but I just knew he had it." She said. "Yeah, he flogged me with the bullwhip, handcuffed me to the bed and then fucked me hard from behind." Devin cackled. "Well, good, I am glad you've discovered a new side of him that interests you." Mercy declared. "Merc, baby, I am getting lonely…" Angela said. "Well I hear you're being beckoned, guess I better let you go. Have fun baby, goodnight, I love you." Devin closed. "I love you too, hope you enjoy kinkier sex tonight yourself. Just don't get too unruly, remember he can never top my level of dominance and kinkiness." She reminded him as she hung up the phone. Mercy then rolled over and placed her arm over Angela's stomach and held her tight as she looked deeply into her eyes. Angela grasped her hand into her own and leaned up to kiss Mercy. Mercy intertwined her free hand into Angela's hair and pulled overtaken by the passion of her kiss. She pulled Angela's hair, protruding her neck as she began kissing and biting at it fiercely. Straddling her midriff, Mercy continued biting at Angela's neck while you massaged her right breast. A slight moan emerged from Angela's sweet pale lips. "OOOHHH Merc, MMM!" She exclaimed. She raised her hands to Mercy, placing one on her toned, pale white hip, and the other upon Mercy's dripping pussy. She entered two fingers and began slamming her lover's pussy hard and fast while she teased her clit with slow rhythmic motions of her thumb. Mercy rolled her hips against Angela's small fingers, as she laid back on the waterbed in the downstairs bedroom. Angela leaned over the side of the bed to get a dildo. When she returned to Mercy, she held in her hands a 12 inch long, 7 inch wide pink dildo. Her eyes got wide when she seen it. Angela began to lick it providing lubrication; she looked into Mercy's eyes lovingly as she rubbed her pussy and gave it a light slap or two. Mercy placed her legs on Angela's shoulders as she prepared to be desecrated by the luscious toy in her lover's hand. Moments later, Angela shoved the toy deep into her lover's wet pussy; Mercy tightened up and screamed in pleasure. After she came, Mercy laid panting frantically while Angela buried her face in her sweet as strawberry juices and lapped it up. Mercy then placed a strap on around her waist and sat Angela on top of her. Angela instantaneously began riding the fake dick like a stallion. The waterbed was sloshing beneath them, nearly bursting. Mercy held her by the hips as she bucked into her hard and fast, she pinched her small perky breasts and pulled on her curly brown hair. Slowing down, Angela began to grind against her lover, leaning down sucking and biting at her nipples. Mercy bucked into Angela hard one last time, and she began riding the strap on again cumming hard. Forbidden Love Mercy set her off of her midriff onto the bed and began to suck her pussy ingesting her tasty juices; they collapsed into each other's arms and fell asleep. Tomorrow, they were all going to the drive in to see a movie. Who knows what will happen there. Forbidden Love She knew it was wrong. It had been several weeks since she realized that she was having fantasies about a man who should have been entirely off-limits.....taboo. Josie was beside herself with what to do about her secret yearnings. The subject of her desire was her niece's live-in boyfriend, and herself being a married woman! "My God," Josie thought, "Carol is like a daughter to me. I practically raised her. I'm like a second mom to her!" Yet still, Josie could not quell the heat between her legs whenever she thought about the gorgeous hunk of male with whom her niece was in a relationship. Eric was his name. "Eric," Josie sighed as she rubbed her overheated pussy lips through her tight-fitting jeans. Eric wasn't a big man height-wise, but more than made up for his lack of height by his good looks and a great-looking body. He had dark hair with piercing blue eyes, and always sported a great tan. He obviously took pride in his appearance, and of course, encouraged others around him to do so also. Eric worked out frequently and sported a killer set of pecs that just screamed Touch Me! Eric was also almost 20 years older than Carol, making him just 2 years younger than Josie herself. He was friendly towards Josie in the beginning, not overly friendly, but not shy. He was the kind of guy who made sure everyone was comfortable and well taken care of as a guest in his home. Josie seemed to spark some little bit of chemistry within him too, she thought. Their eyes would seek out each other's out across a room, as if to confirm some deep secret . Eric was still attentive and outwardly devoted to Carol, but as time went on, passing comments with double-meanings would start to slip into their conversations. Everyone would always giggle, but when their eyes met, they could both tell maybe something else was there. Something perhaps real? Gradually their friendship started growing. Josie began finding more reasons to call her niece or go over to their home. At first Josie felt maybe she was just imagining things, until Carol called her and started telling Josie the compliments that Eric was saying about her. It was at a mini family reunion when the first of such "compliments" came back to Josie, with Carol reporting that Eric said, "Man, your aunt sure looked HOT today!" Josie glowed inwardly at the comment. At another family gathering not too much later after that, he was also reported to have said that Josie looked gorgeous in her dress. Josie inwardly smiled at the thought of his gaze being upon her...looking appreciatively at her voluptuous curves. Josie, while never being model-thin, had been through some rough times with depression and a difficult phase in her marriage in the last few years, and had put on quite a few extra pounds. She had felt in recent months a why-bother kind of attitude towards her weight, but upon learning his comments, Josie started to reassess her thinking. Maybe it was time to start her make-over and convert herself into the truly stunning creature she could be. Josie had always boasted a big bust throughout her puberty and adult life. Even as a teen, she had size 36C breasts, but as the years and gravity took over, she had reached a bra size of 40D. Her nipples almost always stood out, erect and proud, with big areolas surrounding them about the size of a half dollar. They were light pink/brown in color, and became even darker when she tanned on a regular basis. Standing at 5 feet 4 inches, frosted blonde hair, Josie felt, besides her blue eyes, her breasts were probably the best feature she had. One afternoon Josie received a call from Eric, asking for her assistance. He needed to go out for an appointment, but Carol was not yet back and someone needed to be there to watch their child. Josie was the only person he could think of at the moment to call. She was delighted to be able to help out. When she reached their home, she noticed worry lines about Eric's eyes. Josie asked what was up, and he sighed and said, "I don't know. Carol's doing her own thing lately, and I have no idea what that is. I really can't say anything, because I don't know what's wrong." Josie wanted to reach out to him, but refrained and instead said, "That doesn't sound good at all." "I know," he answered. Then he shook his head and said, "But I don't want to bring someone else into our problems." Their eyes locked for several moments. Josie could feel the tension and felt she should do something, but just then Eric shook his head and walked into the other room getting his car keys and giving instructions as to where everything was. "I should only be gone maybe half hour to an hour. I can't thank you enough for helping out." "My pleasure," Josie said. "It's the least I can do for all the things you've done for me in the last few months." Eric gathered himself up and left for his appointment. This gave Josie time to think. She definitely knew there was something going on with her niece. She was up to something, and because of Carol's past history with men and promiscuity, Josie feared the worst. Eric was so loving and so good to her. We all felt Carol was finally getting her life together, found a good man, and now this. Josie was torn. On one hand, she wanted Carol and Eric to make it. They made a very handsome couple indeed, and she seemed to be settling down happily, especially since the birth of their child. On the other hand, if Carol and Eric split up, that might make it easier for her to explore her feelings for Eric. What to do....what to do. A short while later, Eric returned. He looked a little bit better, having gotten a hair cut and some necessary errands out of the way. Josie greeted him with her best "neutral" smile. He sighed again and said, "Carol called me on my cell. She's pissed because I called you to come over." Josie shook her head. She offered, "You know, if you want to talk, I've got great ears and broad shoulders." Eric smiled sadly and said, "Thanks, but I really wouldn't know what to say at this point. How about a hug though?" Josie stepped forward and embraced him fully, feeling her generous breasts crushed against his hard muscular chest. They held each other for several moments before he broke contact and cleared his throat. His eyes were not quite watery, but looked on the brink. Josie felt it was probably best if she left now before she made a move that might prove to be more than either of them could resist. Josie picked up her purse and keys, and told him, "If you ever need someone, I'll be here for you." "I know. And thank you," answered Eric. The next few weeks passed without any more tense moments or touching, just quite a few "oh by the way, I needed to call you because..." phone calls. Josie and Eric both made reasons to call each other for advice on this or that. Of course, their conversations always led to other subjects. One evening Josie was talking with Carol and thought of a computer question. With Carol being completely ignorant of anything computer-related, she passed the phone over to Eric. Josie asked her question which was very easily answered by Eric, and as usual, their conversation went on to other things. Somehow Josie let it slip that she had started working out in the gym again. This seemed to please Eric very much. He said, "I'm so glad you're doing this Josie. It won't be anytime at all before you're the stunningly beautiful person I know you can be. You're so pretty now, I bet you're absolutely gorgeous when you're at your ideal weight." Josie felt a warm flush to her cheeks listening to his words, and an even warmer feeling creeping along the insides of her thighs and higher. She answered, "Yes, I'm going to be that mean, lean, sex machine I once was!" "OH MY GOD!" Josie thought. "I can't believe I just said that to him." Eric just chuckled and said, "When you get to your goal, I'll tell you, Carol and your husband better watch out! Your husband teases you now about me being your boyfriend...I might not mind that at all!" Josie looked at the phone, stunned! She answered, "You got that right, BoyFriend! I may be married, but I'm not dead!" Eric chuckled and said, "I better stop talking. Something's 'stirring' around here and I might get myself in trouble," chuckling again. They hung up the phone, Josie hugging herself and feeling on top of the world. Yes!!! Now she knew. Now he knew too! Her questions were finally answered. "Now what am I gonna do?" Josie asked herself. Her next opportunity to see Eric came quite unexpectedly the next week. Josie's tanning facility was undergoing renovations and she had been having to use the store across town next to the gym where Eric worked out. She was just coming out from a tanning session when she spotted Eric on his way into the gym. "Hey there handsome," she said. Eric stopped and turned her way. She was greeted with a broad smile that lit up his entire face. "Hi sexy! Fancy meeting you here," Eric replied. Josie told him about the remodeling going on and why she was on this side of town. Eric seemed lost in thought for a moment, then said, "Well, I was going to work out for a bit, but I did want to talk to you about something. Do you think we could go over to the bar/grill at the hotel across the street, and I can buy you lunch instead?" "Sure that would be fantastic," Josie replied. They jumped in their respective cars and drove across the avenue to the hotel restaurant. Josie and Eric walked up to the hostess and were seated within a few minutes at a very private booth towards the back of the restaurant. They placed orders for drinks and the waitress moved away to get them. Eric suddenly turned to Josie and grasped her hands in his. He looked deep into her eyes and that was when she noticed a slight sheen of tears forming in his. "Tell me Eric. What is it? What is wrong?" Josie asked. "It's Carol," he choked out. "She's leaving me. I can't believe it, she's leaving me for a damned monkey ass!" he blurted out. His eyes threatened to overflow with his tears. "Oh, no!" Josie cried. "I'm so sorry Eric. I had no idea your situation had deteriorated so far." Instinctively, she reached over and pulled him closer to her, into her arms. They hugged for a moment, then seemingly of their own volition, their bodies drifted closer and closer. Josie was murmuring soft reassurances into Eric's ear, and he was breathing deeply, trying to gain control of his emotions. Josie was warring with her deeply felt feelings for him, and her family ties with Carol. On one hand, she had a gorgeous hunk of a man in her arms, holding her, needing her, but on the other hand, she was Carol's flesh and blood Aunt. Josie was so furious with Carol at this moment...furious with her for hurting this fine man, and furious for destroying yet again another relationship in a long list of failed relationships and destroyed lives that she had created in her short life. Josie decided to opt for the here and now. Eric needed her, and Lord knows, she needed him, desperately. Not wanting to break contact with him, Josie started stroking Eric's neck and head, running her fingers through his hair, massaging his tense muscles. She felt him start to relax and loosen up under her ministrations. Feeling a little bolder, Josie nuzzled closer in his neck and gave him several little soft kisses behind his ear. She felt and heard Eric moan softly, and his hands and arms started to subtly change their motions. Instead of just clinging to Josie, Eric started to return her stroking and massaging. He lifted his head from her shoulder so he could look into her eyes. There, seated at the table, still embracing each other, their eyes met. An electric jolt went through both their bodies and they knew. There was a desire, a feeling so strong, that neither of them could deny it. At that moment, the waitress returned with their drinks. Josie and Eric both decided to forego any meal, finished their drinks, and got up to pay the check. Instead of going to their cars, however, Eric took Josie by the hand, and guided her over to the registration desk in the adjoining hotel. With no words needing to be spoken, he paid for a room and they went up the elevator to their room. Once inside their room, Eric and Josie ran into each other's arms and kissed, passionately, deeply, and with raw emotion. Their lips met and parted, with tongues dancing in each other's mouths. Josie had never felt such an intense feeling in all her life. She started to quickly remove her clothing, but Eric stopped her. "No," he said. "I want to do it. I want to do it slowly and savor every moment, every inch of your luscious body. I've wanted to do this for a very long time, but I felt you were so off bounds because you're married and Carol's aunt." "Hush," Josie replied. "None of that matters. I haven't been happy in my marriage in a long time, and Carol obviously doesn't care about you and your relationship since she is so willing to throw it away on this other jerk. I love you Eric. I've loved you for a very long time." With that said, Eric smiled broadly probably for the first time in months. He reached over and softly cupped her face in his hands and lightly kissed her on the lips. His hands slowly slid down to her blouse and began to unbutton it. One by one the buttons came open, revealing her nude colored, lacy bra. It was sheer enough to where he could see her pert nipples through the material. He slipped the blouse off her shoulders and she allowed it to fall to the floor. Next, he undid the button and zipper on her pants, and slowly slid them down her smooth, tanned legs. When he got to her feet, she stepped out of them, and Eric tossed them to the side. Josie was now standing in only her lacy bra with matching thongs, having tossed off her sandals when her pants were removed. Eric stood back up, raking his fingers along her skin on the trip back up. Josie's skin felt like it was on fire where he touched her. He brought every nerve ending to life. His eyes feasted on her body for a long time before he moved again. He stepped closer to Josie, took her in his arms, and kissed her deeply and thoroughly. He wound his fingers in her hair, and pulled lightly, making Josie gasp a little and open her mouth. He took advantage and slid his hot tongue inside, probing the depths of her hot mouth, their passion mounting by the second. He slid his hands downward and unhooked the bra from the back, and stepped back. Eric slid one strap from her shoulder, and then the other. Josie shrugged the rest of the bra off, and offered her ample sized 40D breasts to him. He leaned forward and slowly licked and sucked around her areolas, first one side and then over to the other side, until both nipples stood out proud and erect, glistening wet with his saliva. Josie had always had very sensitive breasts and nipples, and so she moaned and threw her head back, enjoying every last lick. "Oh God, Eric," she sighed. "I never knew it could be this wonderful." She arched her back even more, aching for him to take her nipples back into his mouth, her need for him growing ravenous. Eric proceeded to lick and suck some more, massaging both breasts, then nibbling lightly. He slowly licked his way around both breasts thoroughly and the proceeded to lick his way down her belly, to her belly button. There he paused again, licking in and around her navel, causing shivers of delight and anticipation in Josie. As his exploration of her body continued, Eric slowly sank to his knees, and proceeded to peel down her lacy thongs. As he did so, the strong scent of her arousal could be smelled, filling his senses, and driving him further in his need to have her. His tongue burned a path from her belly, down to her neat patch of hair just above her swollen pussy lips. Josie could hardly stand by this time, shaking in her desperate need for him to take her. Eric, sensing her impatience, decided to give her a little sample of what was in store for her. His tongue darted around her love bud, licking up and down her lips, diving once or twice into her hot, juicy pussy, but never directly hitting on her love button. Josie started to grab him by the hair and guide his mouth to her desired destination, but instead, Eric stood up and started to finger her pussy. She was so wet, his finger slid easily inside her. He plunged his finger in and out and in and out, making Josie practically hump his finger seeking relief. He then inserted a second, and then a third finger into her starving hole. This new invasion into her pussy sent Josie spiraling into her first orgasm. She grabbed a hold of Eric's shoulders, eyes rolled back into her head, and her whole body shuddered with ecstasy. When Josie's breathing became more normalized, Eric held her, and kissed her deeply again. He took her by the hand and guided her over to the bed. There, he sat Josie on the edge of the bed, and stood between her open legs. He lowered himself down to his knees once more, and immediately dove into her hot, steaming pussy with his tongue. He was ravenously hungry...hungry for her taste. His tongue darted everywhere, lapping her exquisitely distended clit, licking her juices, and plunging his tongue into her hot, steamy pussy. He could not get enough of her taste. She had the most sexy aroma when she was aroused, and he wanted to drink every drop of her elixir. He continued licking, sucking, and teasing her clit, then inserting one or two fingers into her tight pussy and started to finger fuck her. When his finger was well lubricated, he removed it from her pussy and slid it down towards her ass. When he gently probed at her anus and found no resistance on her part, he inserted his fingertip. This, combined with his talented tongue on her clit, sent Josie over the edge once again, and she collapsed back on the bed in another mind-blowing orgasm. She spasmed and jumped all over, humping his tongue and fingers, grabbing his hair, and screaming out his name. As Josie was peaking in this magnificent climax, Eric stood over her, and inserted his very hard, very excited 8 inch cock deep inside her quivering pussy. She was so wet he was met with no resistance, and was easily accepted all the way up until he met her cervix. Unknowingly, Eric had just performed the greatest turn-on he could ever have done for Josie. She loved having a hard cock slammed into her just as she was cumming hard, and she was loving every second of this. After a few minutes of hard and fast fucking, Eric slowed his pace, wanting to savor every moment, every feeling, every expression on Josie's beautiful face and body. Eric was such a loving and patient lover she discovered. He had staying power well beyond any lover she had ever experienced, and seemed to know instinctively what she wanted, or needed, and anticipated her every desire. Josie went on to cum over and over again, under the expert loving and care of Eric. Eventually, Eric could contain himself no more, and once again increased his tempo, feeling his load building stronger behind every thrust. Josie could feel his balls tightening and his cock swelling and anticipated his ejaculation. When she felt him begin to release, she squeezed his cock with her tight pussy muscles, milking every drop from his rod, and loving the pulsations and feeling of fulfillment she was experiencing. Eric collapsed on the bed beside her, his cock still inside her, as they both lay there, looking into each other's eyes. Josie smiled at Eric and he grinned back. They knew this was just the beginning of something very special. Forbidden Love Boarding the plane that day was indeed exciting for me, I am traveling to a place where the water is so clear you can see the brilliant colors at the bottom, the pebbles glisten in the sand, mountains stretch high into the atmosphere surrounded by soft mist, bountiful tress of wonder are among them, animals curiously searching for their next meal with precision. I will arrive shortly at my destination ready for a well-deserved vacation. Upon landing at the airport I am weary from the trip yet anxious to begin, I trek my way through the airport to retrieve my luggage, people here are warm and inviting, willing and ready to help. I have found my luggage and begin towards the exit to hail a taxi which will take me to my bungalow about 20 miles out of town, I arrive in a short while at a secluded place, my room is filled with magnificent color, the curtains are sheer white blowing in the graceful warm ocean breeze, my sheets a smooth elegant silk a top a cozy and inviting bed with pearly white pillows. I step onto my private terrace to engulf the immense and grasping ocean, the sound of the powerful waves hitting the rocks is so mighty and invigorating the smell of my perfume gently lifted away in the breeze, the fragrance of salt water is grand and heartwarming. I am here for a reason, my lover will soon arrive to whisk me away to a place only he and I can visit, no other is allowed, it is only for us and our passion, we have waited patiently and with anticipation for this moment, finally we will meet again. I remember our first kiss; the smile on his face, the tremble is his touch, the attraction so beautiful and honest. I finish unpacking my belongings, the time has come at last to meet my lover in the foyer, I am very excited to see him again, my heart races. I leave my room making certain everything is exactly where it should be for our dynamic and exotic encounter. I have placed my lingerie, stockings and heels neatly away from sight, the radio is playing sensuous soft music, the bed neatly made with a small orange and pink flower on the pillow, fresh red strawberries with a smooth silky chocolate have been delivered. I am ready and confident closing the door behind me; a smile elegantly crosses my face. Moving briskly down the hallway beautiful pieces of art grace the walls. My pace quickens it seems to be taking a lifetime to reach the foyer. As I enter this grand room I see a delightful chandelier hanging effortlessly from the ceiling, the shimmering crystal creates sparkling color all around as the rays of the sun beam through the skylight window above. I can see the entrance clearly now, my mind is racing when I see a taxi move towards the door, I am certain it is he. The taxi parks directly in front a bell hop moves quickly to meet the new guest and assist with their luggage, the door swings open, he emerges, I lose my breath for a moment, time has stopped. He looks so handsome, his hair gently messed from the trip here, he is wearing a soft blue shirt which brings out the passion in his mysterious deep eyes his pants fit every inch of his body with perfection. He moves his head upward and our eyes meet; it feels as if we never parted, every second is natural and real. He is looking at me from a distance. I can see he is looking deep into me; I begin to move towards him, he waits there watching me very close he is there with open arms ready welcome me. At last we embrace his scent is so sexy and enticing. I feel so safe, his arms wrapped gently around my waist and hips, my head lying near his shoulder, the sound of his heartbeat is refreshing to my sprit. Our embrace lightens and we gently move away from each other, still with a slight touch he looks into my eyes, his lips are soft and seductive, still no words have been spoken, he tilts his head slightly he is irresistible, our lips meet with awesome sexual desire, we kiss for only a moment then begin the trip back to our room cuddling and kissing arm in arm the entire way. We enter the room together and quickly close the door behind us, at last we are alone, the music softly in the back round he pulls me near, he is so confident with his ability to please me. I surrender myself to him. He places his arms around me and begins to lead me in slow soft dance, every move he makes increases my desire, he reaches for one the strawberries nearby then gracefully dips it in the smooth chocolate pacing himself he brings it to my lips, moving the chocolate back and forth on my lips teasing me. I am licking the tip of the strawberry with my tongue, yummy, it tastes so good, he removes the strawberry and brings his fingers to my mouth, I like them with divine intimacy, he slowly puts his hand up the back of my shirt caressing my back with the tip of his fingers. I am touching him lightly on his neck kissing him as he moves me, melting into one we hold each other tightly, we feel no restlessness between our bodies, slowly I place my hands on the front of his pants. I slowly unzip as we stand together, his hands grasp me and touch me making me fill with soft moans and whispers. We slowly let our lips intertwine and the heat is building between our bodies, he moves his hands down dancing them between my skirt bottom and touching my warm skin underneath, he gently feels my inner thighs slowly caressing them in nice small circles. I am passionately pulling his hardness closer to me feeling his body rub up on mine, the essence is endless; he slowly kisses his way down my neckline and uses his fingers to further the stimulation already very present and real on my hard luscious nipples. Barely able to stand fast he guides me to heavenly bliss as he settles me down on the bed nearby arm in arm and chest to chest. Not wanting to break stride he begins to peal away my small top to reveal my sexy body before him, I lay naked before him dripping wet with desire and lust. I pull him down on top of me, his skin is smooth and luscious, I kiss him softly with aggression and tenderness as I move my hands slowly down his chest moving closer and closer he is pleased and immersed in pleasure. He moves his hands between my breasts slowly circling and kissing them, his hand near my area of desire he touches me. I am in bliss and moaning with extreme desire, make love to me now I say, I need to feel you in me, he responds gently grabbing my hips and pulling me closer, he lifts my legs and places them on his shoulder with extreme confidence, he rubs and kisses my inner thigh slowly at first then more quickly using his tongue to tease me. I am moaning wildly, looking at me with desire and lust. He say's with certainly, "I will love make love to you with the passion I feel in my heart towards you, you will remember forever." Forbidden Love The day had not started well for poor Jenny; her Mum had just informed her that she and her father were going away unexpectedly for a long weekend and that her oldest brother Steve would be coming over to stay to keep an eye on her. Jenny was fuming, "Mum, I'm not a baby, I'm nineteen for god sake, and I don't need Steve babysitting me!" "Yes I know darling, but your father and I both thought that it would be safer if Steve was here, just in case there was a problem. And you know that there have been a number of houses broken in recently." "But Mum, can't I go to stay with Paul and Fiona, I am sure that they wont mind?" Jenny asked hopefully. Paul was Jenny's other older brother. "Sorry not this time, they have a houseful of guests this weekend. Anyway I think it is high time that you and Steve made up, this argument has gone on for long enough, and this weekend will be the perfect opportunity for you to sort it out." her mum told her firmly. "Now Steve doesn't finish work until eight o'clock, so please don't go out until you have seen him, ok?" Jenny nodded; she sighed in defeat and left for college. It wasn't bloody ok; the argument with her brother had been over his girlfriend Ellie, whom Jenny had caught kissing another bloke at a party. She had told her brother, who then confronted Ellie, who denied it. Steve had chosen to believe Ellie not his sister. An argument had broken out when he accused Jenny of being jealous and making it up in an attempt to break them up, as Jenny had never liked Ellie. Jenny was devastated that he did not believe her and thought that she had made it up. They had not spoken in three months, which had been really hard for Jenny as she and Steve had been extremely close. When Jenny got home after college, there was a message from Steve on the answer phone, explaining that he would be a bit late coming home, and asking her not to go out until he had had a chance to talk with her. But when he still was not back by nine thirty, Jenny decided that she had waited long enough. Hell it was Friday evening, and she wanted to have some fun. She quickly put on her little black dress; the one that hugged her figure in all the right places, left him a note and then headed off to the local night club, where she had arranged to meet some of her friends. As she was late, Jenny found that there was already a cue of people waiting to get into the club, but luckily for her, she caught the eye of one of the bouncers on the door, and after a quick flirt with him, he her let in. The music was loud and dance floor was heaving, Jenny looked around for her friends and eventually found them at the bar. They drank and chatted for a while, then headed onto the packed dance-floor. Steve knew that Jenny would not be there when he got home, he knew that like him, she would want to put off seeing him for as long as possible, and to be honest he did not blame her. After all it was his fault that they had argued, if only he had believed what she had told him about Ellie, but no he told her that she was jealous, then a few weeks ago he found out that Ellie had been seeing someone else and that his sister had been right all along. Jenny loved dancing and soon she lost herself in the music, dancing and swaying to the beat. It was not long before she found herself dancing in a group with several guys, taking it in turn to dance with each, pressing her body against theirs as she openly flirted with them. It was just after midnight when Jenny got this strange feeling that she was being watched, she began to look around the club, trying to see if she could see the person who was watching her. Jenny scanned the dance-floor, but everyone there was dancing, she checked out the bar, but again no-one was paying her any attention, and then as she glanced up at the upper balcony, she saw a man watching her intently. His piercing blue eyes seemed to catch the disco lights, and he was staring right at her as she danced with one guy, then another and another, pressing herself against them, letting their hands caress her body through her clothes. Knowing that she was watched, Jenny flirted with the guys even more, letting two of them sandwich her between them as they danced so that their bodies were pressed together. He watched her from the balcony above, as she danced, feeling himself grow hard at the idea of her naked body being pressed against his; oh god, he wanted her. He decided that he could use a drink, so he headed off to the bar to get a beer, and on impulse he also bought vodka. After a few more dances Jenny headed off towards the bar on the upper balcony as the downstairs bar was packed, only to come face to face with the blue-eyed bloke at the top of the stairs. He handed her a glass, Jenny sniffed it; it was vodka and then with a smile she took a sip. They moved to stand and watch the dancers below. The guy was about twenty five, with short blond hair and amazingly blue eyes; he was well built and wore tight black trousers and a charcoal tee-shirt. "Do you come here often," he asked with a grin. It was the worst chat up line in history, but Jenny could not help playing along and smile at his cheesy opening line. "Yeah, most weeks, what about you?" "I used to, but haven't been around for a while," he replied. The music had now changed to slower tracks; the couples below were now swaying together, their bodies pressed close. "You want to dance?" he asked. "Erm...Ok." Jenny found herself being led down on to the dance floor, his arms around her waist and hers round his shoulders they moved slowly, she felt his arousal as their bodies pressed together. His lips softly brushed hers. After they had danced for two or three of the slow numbers, he whispered huskily, "Let's get out of here." Jenny nodded and followed him out of the club into the cold night air and got into his car. *** As Jenny closed the front door behind her, he pulled her into his arms. They kissed passionately for a few moments, his tongue played with hers, before they broke apart and Jenny led him upstairs to her room. "You were right," he admitted quietly, as they stood near the bed, "and I'm sorry." Those few words were all that Jenny needed to hear, "Its ok," she answered, hugging him tightly. "Oh, Jenny I've missed you so much," he trembled as he kissed her. "Oh god, I need you...please." "Ssshhhh, it's ok, I'm here," soothed Jenny. "I've missed you too." She knew just what he needed. Jenny undid his trousers and pushed them down, he wore no underpants and his cock sprang free, sinking to her knees she took his cock into her hands and gently began to stroke it. It grew bigger and harder at her touch. He moaned and thrust upwards as she enveloped it with her hot mouth. Jenny began to lick and suck up and down his hard shaft, spending a few moments teasing the hole on the tip with her tongue, before taking it right into her mouth. Mmm she had really missed this. "Oh god it's been so long...I'm not going to last." he panted. Damn her mouth felt to good. His hands moved to hold her head, as she bob up and down, sucking on his cock; one hand caressing his balls, the other moving up and down his length with her mouth. Relaxing her throat, Jenny deep-throated him, as deep as she could, sucking him hard. Suddenly with a growl he came, spurting his seed out into her throat. Jenny swallowed it all down and licked his cock clean before standing up. "Mmm that was as fantastic as ever," he said, kissing her. He pulled Jenny into his arms and hugged her tightly, stroking her arms. Then taking hold of the bottom of her dress he pulled it up and off her, leaving her in just a black bra and knickers. The bra came off next and finally the knickers. He led her to the bed and guided her down so that she was lying on her back. Then he spread her legs and got between them. He leaned forward and kissed her on the mouth softly, before moving to her breasts. "You're so beautiful," he told her. Jenny blushed, and moaned as he began to suck on her nipples, teasing them and biting down gently on them. He them moved down lower, kissing and lick down to her shaven mound. He ran his tongue along her slit, pushing between her lips and into her hot, sweet hole. He loved how she tasted. He curled up his tongue and began to push it in and out of her, and then flicking it over her clitoris, which was swollen and hard. Then he pushed two fingers into her almost virginal tight pussy. Spurred on by Jenny's soft moans he moved them in and out, pushing them in deeper. He swirled his tongue over her clit as he finger fucked her. Jenny's moans became louder, "Oh god...that's it..ohhhhh, make me come..oohhh yeeeeessss," Jenny came hard, her pussy squeezing tightly round his fingers. He took his fill from her sweet nectar as it flowed from her. They laid for a long time, silently, just holding each other, before he whispered, "I love you little sis," "I know, and I love you too, big bro," Jenny replied, looking up into the sparkling blue eyes of her brother Steve and kissed him. The kisses had started off soft and gentle, then suddenly the atmosphere changed and they became more passionate and demanding, Steve found himself lying between Jenny's legs, his cock was once more hard and full of life and pressing at her entrance. He groaned; they had only ever got themselves off using their mouths and hands, but right now he wanted nothing more than to bury his cock inside her hot tight pussy, to make love to her; to make her his completely. But he, knew he shouldn't; they had already gone too far as it was, she was his sister! Jenny moaned as she felt herself becoming aroused again, she ran her hands over Steve's shoulders and back, she felt what she thought was his fingers at her entrance and shifted to let them in, but then she gasped when she realised that it was his cock. Jenny groaned with frustration, how could something so forbidden, feel so good. She ached inside with the longing, the burning desire to feel him become one with her. "Steve...I want...I need more," she tried to explain, but the words wouldn't come. "Oh god, me too," Steve groaned, "I want you so much it hurts." Jenny shifted and opened herself up, "Steve...please," she begged, as she pushed down onto his cock. "I want to...I want to feel you in me," As he felt the tip of his cock slip in further into her heat, Steve groaned and his self control gave way. He pulled back and with one big thrust he found himself buried deep inside sister's hot tight pussy. He heard her sigh softly. It felt incredible. Holding still for a moment, he looked down at his sister, to find her eyes were shining, filled with love. "Oh god Jenny, you're so tight," he said huskily, kissing her softly as he began to move, back and forth, savouring the tightness of her pussy. He had wanted to do this for so long. Jenny could hardly believe what was happening; she had secretly dreamed this, for Steve to be inside her, loving her, and now he was. "Oh Steve, this feels so incredible, oh god I know this is so wrong, but it just feels so right," she told him as she began to meet his thrusts. Her body felt like it was on fire, burning with forbidden desires that had been consuming her for so long. She urged her brother on, tightening her inner muscles around his cock. Steve began to thrust harder and deeper, Jenny's legs moved higher around his waist, giving him better access. He slipped a hand between their sweat covered bodies, and began to rub and press down her clit. Her moans became louder as he began to loose control, pounding into her hard. Jenny cried out, her whole body convulsing with the force of the huge orgasm that hit her. Steve tried to hold off coming as her pussy squeezed his cock, he shut his eyes and concentrated, and was just able to ride her orgasm out, before with a loud groan, he quickly pulled out her and thrust three times spilling his seed onto her stomach. "Why did you do that?" Jenny was surprised at this; she had expected him to come inside her. "You could have come in me, I am on the pill," she informed him. "I did not know," Steve explained panting as he rolled onto the bed beside her, "and I did not want to risk you getting pregnant," he added. "Oh, ok," Jenny said thankfully, pleased that her brother had thought about this. "Maybe next time you can stay in me," she added hoping that there would be a next time. Steve leaned over and kissed her softly, "Mmm, definitely next time," he promised her, pleased that she was already considering a next time. It was not long before they both fell asleep wrapped in each others arms; now they were lovers as well as brother and sister. ***** Forbidden Love Note: I had originally intended to post this story with illustrations. Unfortunately because of the size of the file and as a result of the difficulty in getting an illustrated story posted I am submitting this story without the illustrations. For those that would like the illustrated version you may E-mail me and I will send it to you. Chapter 1 It was a sunny and warm May afternoon as I sat staring out the window, trapped in my senior chemistry class with little hope of sneaking out early. Only one week of school remaining and then I'll be free. Graduation! I've looked forward to this day for ... well since I can remember, and it's almost here. I just have to get through finals, and while I am a pretty good student, it has been difficult, if not impossible of late keeping my mind on studies. It seems I am daydreaming more and more. Mostly dreaming about how I am going to spend my last summer before I head off to college. But I'm also thinking about my mom. I wonder how she is going to get along without me. I've been the man of the house since my dad left almost five years ago and now I will be leaving her too. The thought is so depressing that it has nearly ruined my excitement over the end of twelve long years of school. Sure, Mom says she'll be fine. She always says that. But I know how much she depends on me. Although she is still young at 37 (I was born when she was 19) and, if I say so myself "hot", she doesn't date or have a man around, other than me, to fix things and take care of the car and such. Keeping the house running is my job and I don't mind the responsibility. In fact, I love it. She and I have a very special relationship and are very close—we are more like friends than mother and son. We have leaned on each other exclusively over the past few years; through my adolescence crises and her more important adult concerns ... like how we were going to pay the bills. When Dad ran off with his secretary, he left us nothing, and even worse, Mom was emotionally crushed and for a long time I hated him for that. He burst my bubble of a happy family and hurt my mom terribly. But I don't hate him anymore. His leaving is the reason my mother and I grew so close. Since he's been gone, I've made sure she didn't miss him. At least in all the ways a young boy can act as the man of the house. I learned to fix things, helped with finances by getting a part time job to pay for clothes and minor school expenses, and just being there when she needed someone's shoulder to cry on. And she did plenty of that. I have a couple of shirts on which she shed her tears and, although I should throw them out, they are still in my closet as a reminder that I never want to hurt her like that. Oh, and yes I'm just a little embarrassed to say that I also have a couple pair of her panties hidden in my dresser that I stole from the hamper. As I said, my mother is hot, and if you haven't guessed already, I have a major crush on her. She is gorgeous and not just because I say so. All of my buddies say she is by far the hottest and coolest mom of any they know. She's about five-six with large round eyes that change from an aqua blue to sky blue depending on the outfit she is wearing, and they twinkle like stars. She keeps her dyed red hair at shoulder length and curled under stylishly. Her figure is perfect, but I will tell you more about that in a moment. At 37 she easily passes for her late 20's. Some say we could pass for brother and sister; and of course she loves it when I tell her that. On her 37th birthday I surprised her with a birthstone ring and necklace. She had no idea that I was getting her anything, but I had saved up my extra spending money—seven hundred dollars—and spent it all. I know she liked the necklace and ring because she said so when we saw it at a jewelry store at the mall one afternoon. I worked hard to save up the money and purchasing the ring and necklace was probably the most exciting moment of my life up to that time. I had it specially wrapped at the store in pretty paper with a red bow. When I gave it too her she began to cry. For a moment I thought I had made a big mistake. But her tears were tears of joy. She said I shouldn't have spent so much money but she loved it and loved me. That statement alone made it all worth it. She said she was going to wear the ring always. I was surprised when she put it on her left ring finger where she used to wear a wedding band. That was special to me as well. I guess it is time to admit that I have been fantasizing about my mom a lot lately. Recently I actually got the nerve to spy on her. I had resisted the incredible sexual hormones raging in me until I accidentally saw her undressing in her bedroom. I went to her room to ask if she needed anything before I went to bed. Her door was opened just a crack. Before I could knock, I saw her standing near her vanity. I had seen her in her nightgowns and such and she had seen me in my underwear plenty of times, but this was the first time I had seen her totally naked. I still have the image of her slim waist and tapered hips with the smooth perfect white skin of her ass burned into my memory bank. I don't think I have ever seen a more perfect ass. When she bent over to pick up her panties my heart almost jumped out of my chest when I realized that I could see the lips of her pussy between her slightly spread thighs. And, incredibly, she didn't have a speck of pubic hair, none—baby smooth. The inner lips were pale pink and hung between the smooth shaven outer lips like the delicate petals of a rose ... a gorgeous pink rose with the petals shimmering with morning dew. The outer lips were puffy flesh colored mounds and seemed to strain to contain her longer inner lips. I watched with mounting guilt and excitement as she sat down and began to sensuously rub cream on her large but still firm breasts. She rubbed the cream over the upper portion of her breasts and then moved down, pausing to work it into the impossibly hard nipples until they were shiny and slick. Then she poured more onto her hands and placed the palms under the two large orbs and lifted and kneaded the flesh. I thought I heard a sigh of pleasure, but it might have come from my own lips. I stood transfixed, my eyes as wide as saucers as I watched her. This might sound naive coming from an eighteen year old boy, but it was at that moment that I knew that I loved my mother; but not like a son. I also realized that no woman would ever entirely take her place in my heart. I know some would say it is just adolescent fantasy, or more specifically sexual fantasy, and that a lot of kids fantasize about their mothers or their high school teacher etc., but that wasn't me. I never had a crush on a teacher, or any other older woman for that matter. I remember how excited I was that day; so excited that I had to take my swollen cock out of my pants or risk cumming in my underwear. I fought hard not to climax, not only because I felt guilty, but also because I wanted the chills of excitement running through me to last. I wanted to watch her forever. When she stood up and stretched her arms over her head, I couldn't hold out any longer. My cum hit the door so hard that I swore she heard the splat. My knees almost buckled as I fought to remain conscious. Of all the times I had masturbated in my life, and there have been plenty, this was by far the best one. It left me feeling drained and dizzy. When I opened my eyes I saw my mother sitting on her stool again, looking into the mirror with an odd smile on her face. I was petrified that she had seen me, so I scurried away like a roach in the kitchen when the lights come on. I felt very guilty for a long time about that night, but not guilty enough not to do it again and again. From that point on, I took every opportunity to spy on my mother. I took big risks too. I put a small strip of rubber on the frame of the bathroom and bedroom doors so that they wouldn't shut all the way. She asked me many times to fix them, but somehow I never got around it. Then, almost every night I would slip down the dark hallway to watch as she undresses for her bath or sits at her vanity to perform her nightly ritual before she goes to bed. Sometimes, if I am very lucky, I see her doing naughty things, on the bed or in the bathtub. At that point I lose control and I stoke my cock with a pair of her panties until I climax. Did I say what gorgeous breasts she has? I know I would never grow tired of looking at those beautiful tits. Even when she is dressed I often find myself staring at them ... so round and soft with a sexy giggle as she moves. Sometimes she catches me looking, but she never seems angry. More recently, when she sees me staring, she just shakes her head and smiles like she did when I was a little boy and got caught raiding the cookie jar. "Jerry Moss, can you finish the formula on the board for the rest of the class?" I was suddenly awakened from my daydream. "I ... uh ... I uh ..." The teacher stared at me and waited. The rest of the class broke out in gales of laughter. My face turned three shades of red. "I wasn't paying attention," I admitted. "Well, at least you admit it. You had better listen up because this is going to be on the final," Mr. Henson pointed out. "And that goes for the rest of you seniors." To my great relief, that brought the still snickering students back around and took the focus off me. Chapter 2 After the final bell, I walked outside to feel the warmth of the late-spring sun on my face. There was a gentle breeze and several passing puffy white clouds cast a brief shadow across the sidewalk ... spring fever had me tightly in its grip. As I walked unhurriedly down the sidewalk I looked up. A wide smile came to my face when I saw my mother waiting at the curb for me. She was driving my old door-less and topless Jeep that she had helped me purchase for my eighteenth birthday. I had eyed that vehicle at old Mr. Jenkins used car lot for quite some time. It had sat there for months as I tried to save the two thousand dollars to buy it before someone else did. However, the present to my mom for her birthday had totally depleted my funds. When she said she would help me purchase it, I was so incredibly excited. I put in a lot of extra hours at the pizza joint, but without her help I could never have afforded it. Now I am the envy of all my friends. When I don't take the Jeep to school—due to a shortage of gas money, Mom will drive it and thankfully fill the tank. She says driving the Jeep makes her feel young. Her car is a ten-year-old minivan she got before my dad left. Some days, like today, she comes to pick me up from school when she has a day off or can get off early from work. I never mind my mom showing up at school like some kids do. Most of them would be horrified if their parents came to school for any reason. Not me. I love for my friends to see my mom. I am so proud of her. Not only is she gorgeous, but she's smart too. When I was young she earned her teaching credentials and taught school for almost ten years. But Dad wanted her to be a "stay at home mom", so she quit. I think she misses teaching a lot. Then when Dad left, she applied for a teaching job, but due to budget cuts at the state level, none were available. To make ends meet, she took a job at a large marketing firm as a low level administrative assistant. After only a couple years she became a senior marketing executive. She says that she was just in the right place at the right time, but I know better. She earned everything she has gotten. My mom has worked hard for her success, but she says dressing professionally, and just a little sexy, is important too. She does both in a stylish way. Under her business suits she wears pretty blouses with lace and frills and not the man-ish shirts that some businesswomen chose to wear. Some of Mom's tops are cut low in front, exposing just a hint of her cleavage under the lace fringe. She said she wears those when she needs to make a good impression on some of her male clients. I know it works on me. And now here she was waiting at the curb for me. I waved to a couple of my guy friends, who happened to be staring at my mother, and rushed over and hopped into the passenger side of the Jeep. "How was school?" she asked. "Boring," I replied as I leaned over and kissed her on the lips. I like kissing her on the lips. Her lips are always moist and she has started wearing lipstick with subtle flavors. Actually that's how we first started kissing on the lips. She told me one day that she was wearing a new lipstick with flavor. I surprised her by kissing her on the lips to taste it. From then on we have always kissed on the lips, and when she has that lipstick on it is a game for me to guess the flavor. I guessed Strawberry today. "Nope," she said just a tad flustered it seemed. "Let me try again." Before she could protest I leaned close and kissed her a second time, letting my lips linger on hers for a moment longer then the first time. She pulled away and said, "Jerry, not here. Your friends might see." "I don't care if they do." "I do," she said firmly, but I could see a twinkle in her eye. "All right, but you have to let me try again when we get home." She didn't answer, but instead changed the subject. "There's only another week of school left. Are you ready for your finals?" "Yeah, I know this stuff. Besides, I could flunk the final in almost every class and still get a 'B'." "Well, don't do anything that would jeopardize the scholarship." "You know I wouldn't do that." She looked thoughtful and as if she didn't hear me said, "I could probably scrape up enough to get you through for a couple of years, but I'd rather use that money for other things." "Like that nice vacation you promised me if I got the scholarship?" I said, as if I needed to remind her. "That's already set up and mostly paid for." My ears perked up. "Paid for? Where are we going?" "That's a surprise." "Ah, Mom, come on, you can't leave me hanging like this." "Sorry, after finals." "Damn," I said, but smiled. She smiled back and my heart fluttered. I had been so excited to see her there to give me a ride home that I hadn't noticed what she was wearing. It was a warm day so she had on a pair of white short shorts that left most of her thighs uncovered. On top was a tight jersey that hugged her breasts like a second skin. She did have on a bra, but it was one of those natural ones that gave only a tad of support ... she didn't need any more than that. I could see her hard nipples poking through. I wondered if the kiss had caused that. It certainly wasn't because the weather was cold. I was pretty sure she wouldn't have worn that outfit if she had to get out of the car for any reason. She apologized for her outfit and said she was working around the house and had been running late so she didn't have time to change. I didn't mind at all. She saw me staring at her hardened nipples and blushed before starting the Jeep and quickly pulling away from the curb. It was Friday and we typically rented a video and ordered pizza in. She had taken the day off and spent it lying in the warm sun adding to her already nice tan. She had been visiting a tanning salon for a few weeks so I figured our vacation was going to be somewhere with a beach and lots of sun. That was fine with me. We both like the sailing, skin diving, and snorkeling. "What are we going to rent tonight?" she asked. "We had a chick flick last week. I want something that has lots of shooting and things blowing up," I replied with a laugh. Mom sighed. "Okay, but not another Bruce Willis thing." "You know you love those movies," I joked. "Well, the last one where he jumped off the bridge onto the wing of the jet fighter was a little over the top." "You mean people don't do that?" I said facetiously. "Not normal people." "Okay, I'll get something that's not too violent. I'll give you one of my famous foot massages while we watch," I offered. "Mmmm," she said. "It's been too long since you last gave me a foot massage." We stopped at Blockbuster and I picked up "The Bourne Supremacy." A little less violent then the Bruce Willis movies, I figured. I had seen it at the theater a few months earlier. When we arrived home and walked into the house, I stopped my mother by grabbing her arm. She turned and looked at me with surprise. "Lipstick," I said. She had forgotten. I hadn't. I leaned forward and touched my lips to hers. I was close enough that I could feel her soft breasts touch my chest. My heart began to pound as I tried to hold my breathing steady. Her lips were opened just a bit. The kiss only lasted a few seconds, but in that time I moved my lips across hers, under the pretext of making sure I got a good taste of her lipstick. When I pulled back, I was almost trembling. When I looked at my mom, I saw that her eyes were closed. Her lips were open and I could see that she was breathing more rapidly. Her nipples were hard again. I suddenly wondered if my mother was feeling the same stirrings that I had been feeling for so long. That was too much to ask, I thought. "Raspberry," I whispered, almost breathlessly. Mom opened her eyes as if she had forgotten what we were doing. Her face flushed as a pink blush came to her cheeks. She looked confused for a moment. "Uh ... uh ... nope, not raspberry." "I guess I'll have to try again later," I said. I figured it would be going to far if I tried to kiss her again, as much as I wanted to at that moment. "Uh ... yes," she said, still a little flustered. "I have some things to do now." "I'll order the pizza at 6 and we'll watch the movie at seven," I said. "Okay," she returned, taking a deep breath before turning and heading upstairs. We busied ourselves around the house for the next couple of hours. A while later I saw my mom pass my room on her way to take her bath. I waited a few minutes and then crept down the hall. I peeked into the bathroom from the darken hallway just in time to see her bend over to step into the steaming tub. I hadn't seen her for a week or so and I was surprised to see how tanned she was. In fact, she was tanned all over. There were no bathing suit marks either upper or lower. I watched as she sat in the tub and washed, but I didn't pull my cock out of my pants. I wanted to wait. Our Friday nights together were always fodder for my masturbatory fantasies. While nothing sexual had happened in the past, we typically sat close together and I would often put my arm over her shoulder and let her lean into me. That was enough to make me excited. We always kept the lights off, which gave me the protection to hide my seemingly ever-present erection. I broke away from watching my mother when I saw her look toward the door. I went to my room and took my shower and loaded the movie into the DVD player downstairs. The pizza was steaming and sitting on the coffee table, along with a bottle of chilled red wine, when my mother finally came down. She smiled when she saw the wine and two glasses. She usually let me have a couple glasses as long as I wasn't going out afterward. I never went out after our Friday night movie. I had no interest in going out with the boys or even a girlfriend when I could spend the evening with my mother. I had on a pair of boxer shorts and no shirt. I often ran around in my underwear; after all they were almost like swim trunks anyway. Mom was wearing a robe and her hair was wet. I couldn't tell if she had anything on underneath the robe. My imagination ran wild with the possibility that she was naked. "I had to wash my hair after being at the salon. It was all greasy. I need to dry it before we start watching the movie, okay?" Forbidden Love "Sure. Let me do it," I said, reaching for the blow dryer she had in her hand. "You don't have to do that." "I'd love to," I said, quickly plugging the dryer into a wall outlet. "Here sit on the floor between my legs," I said as I sat on the sofa and spread my legs. "Wow, this is special treatment." "It is. So are you going to tell me where we are going on vacation?" My mother giggled and said, "Ah, so that's what this is all about." She reached over and poured two glasses of wine and sat back, handing me one. "I knew there was a method to your madness." "Do you think I'm that shallow to resort to such trickery?" She turned and looked up at me with a smile and said, "Yes, you would." I took a quick gulp of wine and sat the glass down on the coffee table. "Okay, you're right," I laughed. "Now tell me." "Nope, after finals. And that's final." "Damn," I said a second before I turned on the hair dryer. I began to blow dry her hair. I used one hand to fluff it up as I waggled the dryer over the back and then the top of her head. She leaned her head back so that her neck was touching the sofa between my legs as she sipped her wine. I squeezed my legs together until I was touching her arms on both sides. I could feel her warmth through the bathrobe. I could smell the fresh washed fragrance of her hair and the lavender soap she had used in her bath. The combination began to have an effect on me and I felt myself becoming excited. My cock began to grow down the leg of my shorts and was in an uncomfortable position. I wanted to reach down and move it, but there was no way to do that without her knowing. Then suddenly she adjusted the position of her head, pressing it against my trapped erection. I froze. "Mmmm," she murmured, probably as a result of me running my fingers through her hair. "Maybe you should be a hairdresser," she joked. I had to do something with my erection so I lifted her head and moved back a bit trying to get more comfortable. I almost sighed in relief as my erection flipped upward to a more natural position. I said, "If all my customers were as sexy as you I would." Her response was a murmur of approval. I knew she liked it when I complimented her. Without a husband around she probably didn't hear too many honest compliments. Certainly not at her highly competitive work environment where she said backstabbing and sabotage are the order of the day. As I worked on her hair, I glanced over her shoulder and saw that she was resting her nearly empty wine glass on her bare knee. The robe had slipped off her legs and had slid to the floor between them. I could see her thighs, all the way to the top of her hip. The sight of her tanned thighs was enough to keep my cock throbbing in my shorts. I could see goose bumps on her inner thigh as I put the dryer down and began to massage her head. I knew there was going to be a wet spot on the crotch of my underwear, but I was far too excited to worry about that. I reached over and filled her wine glass again. Before she could move I slipped my hands down to her shoulders and under the top of her robe to rub her neck. "Mmmm," she murmured. I slowly worked my hands outward and under the robe until I could massage her shoulders. My hands moved back and forth, squeezing her soft and warm flesh, digging my fingers gently into indentation at the nape of her neck. "Oh, a hairdresser and masseur," Mom said. "Only for you." Without my mother realizing it, I began to push the robe outward until her shoulders were bare. The effect was to make the robe part down to the belt, which was tied around her waist. From her neck to the belt the robe was slightly open, revealing the soft swells of the inside of her breasts. If my mother realized what she was exposing, she gave no indication. I moved my hands sensuously across her shoulders, working hard to keep her attention from the opened robe. I knew if I pushed the robe just an inch more on one side or the other I would be able to see her nipple. With my heart pounding in my chest I pushed the right side further down with my little finger. It slipped from her shoulder and halfway down her arm. Oh God, there it is, I screamed in my head. I could see an areola of one nipple, but not the tip. The robe was hanging on her pencil eraser sized nipple. My hands were trembling as I waited for it to fall, continuing to work into her muscles with my fingers. My mother moved her shoulder as if she was getting a cramp. The robe slipped lower and suddenly the entire nipple was visible, including most of her breast. I thought I would climax right then. My head was spinning. Yes, I had seen her breasts plenty of times, but not this close. It was within reaching distance. Before I could do anything crazy my mother said, "Oops," and casually pulled the robe back over her bared breast, but fortunately for me she left much of her cleavage exposed. When I regained control, I leaned over and turned my mother's head toward me. My lips moved down quickly until they were touching hers. She must have been stunned because she allowed my lips to remain on hers for several seconds. I grew bold and pushed my tongue out and ran it across her lips, before sinking into her mouth a fraction of an inch. I felt my cock lurch and spit pre-cum juice into my shorts. Before she could protest, I pulled away and smacked my lips. "Hmmm, grape," I said as if I had been tasting her lipstick. My mother looked startled and said, "I don't have flavored lipstick on." "Oh, I'm sorry, must have just been the wine on your lips" I said as I began to massage her shoulder again as if nothing had happened. "Our pizza has gotten cold," she said and sat forward before quickly standing up. "I'll put it in the microwave." With that she poured herself another glass of wine before taking the pizza into the kitchen. I fell back on the sofa, my heart still thumping in my chest. My hand was shaking so much that I nearly spilled my wine as I brought it to my lips. I quickly downed the glass and poured another. Chapter 3 When Mom came back with the pizza, she had composed herself. Her robe was tightened at the waist and her face had lost some of the flush. The pinkness remaining on her cheeks was probably due to the wine. She put the pizza on the coffee table and sat down. "I'll get more wine," I said as I stood up. Fortunately my erection had subsided somewhat. I picked up the nearly empty bottle. We normally only had one bottle on Friday nights. I quickly emptied the last into her glass and rushed off to the kitchen. When I returned she was eating a piece of pizza. I put the movie on and although there was plenty of room on the sofa, sat close to her with my thigh touching hers. "Oh, you spilled something on your shorts," she said when she saw the dark stain on my underwear. My face turned red as I looked down. "Uh ... yeah, I spilled a little wine and tried to wash it off in the kitchen," I lied. After all the insufferable previews, the movie finally flicked to life. I reached across my mother and turned off the lamp at the end of the sofa. Now the room was lit only by the glow of the TV screen. We sat quietly, watched the movie and ate the pizza. I don't know about my mother, but I was very much aware of her thigh touching mine. I could feel the scorching heat of her body against my leg. When I had eaten a couple of slices of pizza and refilled our glasses again, I scooted away from my mother. "Put your legs across mine and I'll give you a foot massage," I said. "You really want to know where we are going on vacation. But I'm not going to tell you," she giggled, her words just a tad slurred. The wine was starting to affect her. I had completely forgotten about the vacation. It was the last thing on my mind at the moment. "Uh ... yep, I do." She lifted her legs, stuffing the robe between them, and placed them across my legs. "Wait," I said and rushed upstairs to her bedroom and brought back her favorite skin cream ... the stuff she always uses on her breasts. I sat back down and brought her feet to my lap again, placing the heels in my crotch. I poured cream onto the top of her foot. As we watched the movie, I began to rub the cream between her toes and cross the top and bottom of one foot. I continued to massage her foot for some time. When I looked at my mother, her eyes were closed and her face serene. Slowly I massaged one foot and then the other, moving her heels against my private parts. With a good half bottle of wine in me, I no longer cared to hide my erection. My stiff cock was lying directly under her heel now. As I massaged, I moved her foot back and forth, rubbing the heel up and down my shaft. Incredibly, when I paused to reach for my glass of wine, my mother's foot continued to move back and forth without help from me. It was subtle, but quite noticeable. I looked at her and saw that her eyes were still closed, but her mouth was open and she seemed to be breathing faster. I took a gulp of wine and sat the glass down quickly. Instead of moving back to her feet, I began to massage the calf of her leg. "Mmmm, Jerry," she said, almost in a moan. Pulling on her leg, I moved her foot higher on my stomach, forcing her legs open a bit. I strained my eyes to see between her thighs. The light just wasn't good enough. The calf of her other leg was moving sensuously across my now very hard cock. I wondered if she realized what she was doing. Yet, even in my alcohol-fogged brain, I figured that she must have known what I was doing. I had to see between her legs. I adjusted my position on the sofa until I was closer to her with her thighs over mine. Boldly I pulled one leg further away from the other, moving my hand higher on her thigh as I did. Suddenly I could see the dark area between her thighs. I moved her leg slightly until the light from the TV brightened the dark area. I suppressed a gasp. I could see everything. She didn't have panties on and I could clearly see her pussy lips. Even in the flickering light of the TV I could see that the inner lips were swollen and were covered with a sheen of glistening juice. My mother was excited ... no doubt about it. With a slight moan she moved her legs together, shutting off my view. Undeterred, I began to massage her thighs, using a small amount of skin cream as lubricant. "Ohhhh," my mother gasped as my left hand began to massage higher, gently working upward. Her head was back on the arm of the sofa and she was breathing heavily through her slightly opened mouth. The sexual tension in the dark room was strong enough to cut with a knife. My fingers slipped yet higher between her legs, kneading the soft and warm flesh inside her thighs, now only inches from her pussy. Taking an incredible risk, I reached into my shorts and pulled my throbbing cock from the opening. Then I pulled the calf of my mother's leg to my cock. I heard her moan, but she didn't pull away. Instead she began to gently move her calf back and forth across my erection as she had done before, but this time there was no material between her leg and my cock ... just bare flesh. It was an incredible feeling, better than any wet dream I had ever had. I was almost out of my mind with excitement as I inched my fingers ever higher. The robe was opened almost to her crotch now. My head was spinning and my hands were shaking noticeably. I heard my mother whisper something. It sounded like "Jerry ... no." I chose to ignore it when I felt her thighs tremble under my hand. Suddenly the tips of my fingers were touching her pussy lips. Her body froze and her leg ceased moving. I couldn't believe that I was touching my mother's pussy. With the alcohol pulsing through my veins I grew bolder. With two trembling fingers I opened the inner lips, exposing her swollen clitoris. Although I had never actually had intercourse, I wasn't a total novice. I had played with my girlfriends and used my fingers on them, but I had never seen anything like this. Her clit was huge. It looked like a miniature penis with a helmet covering the tiny shaft. It was quivering. "Oh my God," I whispered under my breath. My mother was moaning quietly now and her hips had begun to move up and down. Although I had never done it, I fought the sudden urge to try to kiss her pussy. I was certain that that would have ended whatever we were doing. Instead, I slowly slipped my middle finger into the warm and very wet opening. Her slick juices allowed my finger to move unimpeded. "Ohhhh, nooooo, Jerry," my mother gasped, but did nothing to stop me. In fact her hips lifted upward and her legs parted, taking my finger deeply into her body. I had never felt anything so wonderful. Yes I had had my finger in a few girls, but nothing this hot, soft, or wet. It was incredible. The warm walls caressed my finger, almost sucking it into her body. When it was in as far as possible, I began to gently rub her throbbing clit with my thumb. "Oh, oh, oh, oh," she gasped. Or was it "No, no, no." Since her hips were now moving up and down to the movement of my finger I figured I could continue. Encouraged now, I slipped another finger inside and began to move them in and out more forcefully. "Oh God, oh God, oh God," she whispered. Then, "Oh, oh, oh, oh." The room suddenly filled with a sucking sound from my fingers moving in and out of her now flooding pussy. I could smell her excitement and it seemed that the room was beginning to spin. My eyes were wide as I stared at the juncture of my fingers and my mother's pussy. She seemed tight, I thought, considering I had come from that opening eighteen years ago. The thought made my cock throb and it squirted more juice into my already sodden underwear. Suddenly my mother grabbed my hand and pulled my fingers deeply into her. Her hips lifted from the sofa and her body froze. Little whimpers slipped from her mouth as her body trembled. I could feel her pussy clinching on my fingers, as if it was trying to pull them into her body. I couldn't believe that I was finger fucking my mother and that I was making her climax. With each grunt of pleasure more juice poured across my fingers and hand until they were soaked with her pussy juice. If I had any doubts that I loved my mother like a man and not a son, they evaporated in that instant. If I had touched my cock, it would have exploded. As my mother's trembling slowed, I felt her pushing my hand away, assuming she wanted me to pull my fingers out. Instead, before my fingers were all the way out of her pussy, she pulled them back in, almost violently. Then pushed them out again. I quickly realized what she wanted and began to move my fingers in and out more forcefully. I moved my hand quickly, but I was ever aware that I didn't want to hurt her. It didn't take long before she was climaxing for the second time ... or had it been one long climax. The squeezing inside her pussy had never stopped. She gasped and trembled, a continuous and plaintiff moan escaping her lips. The sweet aroma of her climaxing pussy made me dizzy with excitement. It took several minutes before my mother finally released my hand. Then her body collapsed like a deflated balloon. I looked at my hand and saw it shining with her copious pussy juice. The sticky fluid was covering my fingers and my palm and there was even some on the backside of my hand. I hated the thought of having to wash that hand. I was trembling with excitement, but I didn't know what to do. I fell back on the sofa, still gasping for breath. Then I felt my mother's foot on my cock again. I looked over at her and although she appeared to be asleep and was breathing normally, her foot was moving ever so slightly. I brought my hand down to the instep of her foot and rubbed her juices on my cock and then her foot. Then I gently grasped her foot, guiding it on my cock. Was she moving it, I wondered, or was it just motion from my pounding heart. Then I didn't care anymore. I could feel my climax building. I held her foot to me, now moving it slowly upward and then downward. The throbbing started deep in my soul. It was such a strange feeling, almost frightening. The pulsing was slow at first, but grew rapidly. Wanting it to last, I fought to hold back. It was a losing battle. I began lifting my hips from the sofa. I muffled a scream as my cock suddenly throbbed and shot a huge string of hot cum into the air. I had no idea where it went nor did I care at the moment. Another blast followed quickly and then another, and another. It felt as though my balls were going to implode as every ounce of cum squirted up the shaft. When the last dribble was pumped out I fell back on the sofa. I turned to look at my mother and was relieved to see that she still had her eyes closed and appeared to be sleeping. Her foot was no longer moving ... it had stopped at the last throb of my cock. I was a mess. My hand was covered in cum. It was on my leg and on the sofa as well. There was a good bit on the crown of my mother's foot too. Feeling embarrassed I quickly grabbed some napkins and tried to clean up the mess I had made. Then I grabbed the pizza box and the remains of the wine and headed for the kitchen. I put the pizza and wine in the refrigerator. When I went back into the living room I was almost relieved to see that my mother was gone. I finished cleaning up and when upstairs. My mother's door was closed. I went to bed and masturbated again before I fell into an exhausted sleep. Chapter 4 The sunlight streaking through the blinds awoke me the following morning. When I sat up I realized that, in addition to my piss hardon, I had an incredible throbbing headache. It must have been the wine. Then I remembered what had happened last night. A sudden veil of dread washed over me and I fell back onto the pillow. I threw my hands to my face. What had I done? I thought. I might have destroyed the most important relationship in my life. I didn't think I could live with that. How was I going to face my mother? I knew that I had really screwed up this time. I looked at the clock and saw that it was after 9 a.m. I had gone to sleep at about 10 last night, so I had been asleep for almost 11 hours and yet I felt I could go back to sleep. I forced myself to get up and take a shower. When I was dressed I reluctantly went downstairs to face my mother. I knew I had to do it sooner or later. I had formulated this big apology, all about how I had drank too much wine, and how I would never do that again if she could forgive me. When I walked into the kitchen I found my mom washing out her coffee cup at the sink. I didn't say anything as I sat at the kitchen counter. "Oh, you're finally up, sleepyhead," she said with a cheerful smile. That surprising smile brightened my day enormously. "Yeah, and I have one heck of a headache. I guess I drank too much wine last night," I said, laying the groundwork for my apology. "Too much wine will do that. A good cup of coffee and a couple of Advil will help. Been there a few times myself." I sat there stunned as she prepared me a cup of hot coffee as if nothing had happened last night. Yet, I knew it had. I could see her swollen and wet pussy every time I closed my eyes. It would have been a pleasnt image, but guilt forced me to try to banish it from my brain. My mother walked over and sat the cup of coffee on the counter and laid a couple of Advil's next to it. "I'm going to go to the gym with Gail and then I have some shopping to do. After that I need to run to the cleaners," she said. "What are you doing today?" I hadn't noticed that my mother had on her exercise clothes. I don't know how I missed it, because she looked great. Her legs were tanned and looked incredible in the tight shorts. I must have been staring because she said, "Earth to Jerry." Forbidden Love "Oh, sorry. As soon as this headache goes away I'm going to try and clean out the garage like I've been promising for a month. Then I'll do a little studying." "Sounds good. We can put some hamburgers on the grill tonight if you want." "Great," I said enthusiastically. My enthusiasm was more about my mother's bubbly disposition then about the burgers. She seemed to have totally forgotten about last night. If she blamed me for any of it, it wasn't apparent. Then she leaned over and kissed me on the lips. It was such a surprise that I didn't respond immediately. "Still can't guess, huh?" I looked at her quizzically. Then it dawned on me. "Oh, the lipstick." She must have had the same flavor on as she did yesterday. "Cherry." "Finally, but now that you've guessed it I'll have to try another flavor," she said with a smile. "Well, got to cover up these exercise clothes or I might get arrested going into the gym." As she turned and walked out of the room I stared at her creamy thighs and ass in her tight shorts. She looked back at me but didn't say anything, just smiled. Her smile lit up the entire room. I would have given a million dollars to know what she was thinking at that moment. I smiled back and my heart started beating faster. God, how I loved her. It was so wrong, but there was nothing I could do about it. I don't think we really have control over who we love, it just happens. I knew that it was not normal to love your mother like this. What I felt was the tingling, heart racing, butterflies in the stomach, kind of love. Later that evening we sat close to one another on the back porch swing after eating, watching the sun go down. It was a beautiful sunset, but strangely it made me sad. The ever present thought that I would be going away to college after the summer vacation gnawed at my stomach. I was also thinking about what had happened last night. Neither of us had mentioned it and I was starting to wonder if it had just been a dream. "What's wrong?" my mother asked. "Nothing." "You had a very sad look on your face." I didn't look at her but said, "It's just that I'll be leaving in a couple of months." "You'll only be five hundred miles away." "Right, 'only' five hundred miles," I responded. "I can come and visit on special weekends and you'll come home on holidays." "Yeah, but ... but how are you going to get ... get along without me?" I asked, my eyes tearing and my voice cracking. A better question might have been; how was I going to get along without her? My mother didn't answer. But she reached over and took my hand, holding it gently without saying a word. I was pretty sure she was feeling the same as me. "We'll get along somehow," she finally said without conviction. "Let's take a walk down to the old barn before it gets dark." The "old barn" was a remnant of a previous owner who worked the property as a horse farm for years until his death. His children parceled the land and sold it in five-acre plots. The old barn was on our property so we often went to sit on bales of hay to watch the sun go down over the mountains. It was a special place for both of us and helped us both heal after Dad left. My mother led me down the back steps toward a well-worn path that twisted through the woods to the barn. I loved the feeling of her warm hand in mine. There was a cool, gentle breeze rustling through the trees and the sky was crystal blue with a few clouds on the horizon to the west. I glanced over and saw that the breeze had made my mother's nipples hard. I quickly looked away, chastising myself for the ever-present carnal thoughts about my own mother. When we arrived at the barn, we sat down close to one another on bails of hay. The sun was close to slipping below the mountains and some dark clouds had begun to roll in. We could see what was left of the winter's snow on the highest peaks. It was a gorgeous view and our special place where we could talk, or just sit and be together. I put my arm around her and pulled her close. She laid her head on my shoulder. Sometimes it wasn't necessary to say a word. After we had sat silently for some time I said, "Mom, are you sorry that you never found another man?" "I have a man," she said and squeezed my hand. "You know what I mean. I'm not like a husband." "But you are my best friend." "And you're mine, but that wasn't my question." My mother sighed as she stared out of the barn toward the mountain. "Truthfully, when you were younger, it would have been a big help to have a man around the house. I mean you were a good boy, but I didn't know much about raising a teenaged boy." "I think you did a great job." My mother smiled and placed her hand against my face. "I think so too. But it would have been nice to have a man around to teach you things ... to have talks about things like girls and sex," she said and blushed prettily. "Don't worry, us kids learn all we need to know from TV and the Internet." "That's what I was afraid of," she said with a laugh. I paused before asking the next question. "Did you want to have more children?" It took her a few moments to answer. Finally she said, "Yes I did, back when you were ten or eleven, but your father was dead set against it." "It's not too late ... I mean you're only 37 so you can still have them if you found someone. I'm sure with your looks, that would be incredibly easy." "Thanks. But I have you." "Come on, Mom," I said. "The truth is that I'm not sure I could have another child, even if I met someone." "Why?" "Well, we tried for several years and nothing happened, so we gave up. Then your father left us. I figured it just wasn't meant to be." Then I remembered something. One day my father was home from work and he had a doctor's appointment. I went with him. I had asked what was wrong and he said nothing, he was there for a physical to get a vasectomy. He explained what that a vasectomy was so he and Mom wouldn't have any more children. It didn't mean much to me at that time. I couldn't quite remember how old I was then, but I think I was nine or ten. I must have had a perplexed look on my face because she said, "What's wrong?" I didn't want to spoil the moment, and besides, I could have been wrong about my age. If he had had a vasectomy before they were "trying" to get pregnant, me telling her now would just rub salt into the wounds of their failed marriage. "Uh nothing, I was just thinking how nice it is to be here with you right now. It's so peaceful here. I'm going to miss coming here with you when I'm gone." My mother looked into my eyes and I saw them begin to tear. As a lone tear spilled from her eye and began to trickle down her cheek I leaned over and gently wiped it off with my thumb. My hand rose almost without conscious thought and settled behind her neck. We stared into each other's eyes for what seemed a long time. With very little urging from me her head began to move forward until our lips were just a fraction of an inch apart. Her eyes were closed as if waiting for me to kiss her. Slowly I opened my mouth and touched hers. I heard a tiny whimper come from the back of her throat as our lips pressed together. Then it was my turn to moan when I felt my mother's tongue slowly slip into my mouth. I began to tremble as I sucked her tongue, pulling her sweet tasting saliva into my mouth. Without a conscious effort from either of us she was suddenly on her back with me pressed to her chest. Our lips were pressed firmly, yet tenderly, together as her tongue explored my mouth. My tongue pressed against hers, circling her slippery probe before slipping into her mouth. I heard a moan as she began to suck my tongue. My hand somehow ended up resting just below one breast. I felt her tremble as my fingers moved. They crept slowly upward until my hand covered one soft breast. My cock was throbbing so much that I thought I might climax. I actually had my hand on my mother's breast! Before she could protest my fingers moved over her top and hooked under the elastic of her strapless tube top. Quickly I pulled it downward. My mother's breath hissed into my still searching mouth as I bared her breast. I paused there for a moment to allow her to stop me. When she didn't my hand covered her now bare breast. "Mmmmm," she gasped into my mouth. Her breast was amazing. The skin was smooth and warm to the touch and the hard nipple felt as if it was on fire, threatening to scorch the palm of my hand. I circled my palm slowly around the nipple before placing it between my index finger and thumb. When I squeezed my mother gasped again. Her back arched and a loud moan came from deep in her throat. I pulled away from her lips and began to kiss down her neck. She closed her eyes and rested her hand on the back of my head. I moved slowly, hoping upon hope that she wouldn't stop me. I kissed down the smooth flesh of one globe and then pulled slightly back to look at the engorged nipple. With a whimper I dropped my head and took it into my mouth. "Oh my God," my mother gasped. The taste of her sweet flesh was amazing and my cock throbbed in my pants. My juices were already soaking though my underwear. I opened my mouth wide and took as much of her breast into my mouth as I could before letting it slip out to grasp the nipple again. I was sucking like a baby starved for milk when I felt my mother gently pushing my head. I thought it was over until she directed my mouth toward the other tit. I moaned as I began to suck the second tit. I worried the hard nipple before I gently bit down with my teeth. I heard her moan. The pulsing in my pants was very intense as I pushed my cock against her leg, moving my hips up and down. But before I could climax in my pants I felt her gently push my head back. I thought about resisting for a second but knew better. I released the tit and looked down at her flushed face. She whispered, "The sun's gone down, we had better get back." I didn't press my luck. I squeezed her breast warmly one last time and then bent over and kissed the nipple before reluctantly pulling away and letting her sit up. Her distended nipple was shiny with my saliva. She casually pulled her top over her bare breast and stood up, reaching her hand down for me. I took it and arose to face her. Looking into her eyes I opened my arms. She stepped into my embrace and we hugged for a long time. I could feel her heart still beating rapidly. The thumping matched the rhythm of my own heart. I let my arms slide slowly down her back until I had both of her jeans covered ass cheeks in my hands. I knew that she could feel my erection, which I didn't try to hide this time. There was no indication that she minded and in fact it seemed that she was pressing her hips to me. It was almost too much for me and I had to pull away or again risk cumming in my pants. We walked silently back to the house, hand in hand. My throbbing erection tented my pants, and there was a wet spot on my shorts, but I no longer felt embarrassed. It was a proud symbol of how I felt about my mother and I think she liked it. Chapter 5 The rest of the week was a blur to me. I was walking on air from the realization that I had actually caressed and sucked my mother's breast and more importantly, she had not protested and she had not been drinking, so she knew what I was doing. I could still feel her hard nipple searing the palm of my hand and the soft nub between my lips. Then of course there was the kiss ... a kiss like few sons would ever know, but I knew and I felt incredibly privileged. Her lips had been soft and wet against mine and her tongue had stirred me wildly. The thought and memory of our kiss made me masturbate several times during the long week. I was almost giddy with excitement and if I hadn't already been prepared for my finals, I would have been in big trouble. My only thought was about Friday when I hoped that we would get our typical movie and sit in the family room and watch. I had no idea what was going to happen, but I knew I wanted more. How much more would obviously be up to her. Unfortunately, I had no idea what she was thinking. Was she chastising herself for allowing me to kiss her and play with her breast? Was she going to tell me that she couldn't allow that anymore? Was she just going to cancel our Friday night movie? That scared me the most. I figured if I had her alone with some wine and a romantic movie I could surely convince her to let me take a few liberties. But if she decided not to have our Friday evening get together, all could be lost. I was worried sick by the end of the week. When she told me on Thursday that she wouldn't be able to pick me up at school on Friday, I figured I was in trouble. She apologized and said she couldn't get off work early. Friday, I stopped at the video store after school and picked up a movie anyway. This time it was a chick flick so I was hoping I could talk her into watching. When she came home from work, I greeted her with a big smile and a kiss on the lips. "I passed everything with flying colors," I said, beaming. "Really? How do you know this already?" "My chemistry teacher graded the tests right there in class and I aced it. Biology was a little tougher, but I am sure I got at least a B. Trigonometry was a breeze and World Studies wasn't much of a test. So, I made it." "I'm so proud of you, Jerry," my mother said and hugged me tightly. Then she kissed me on the lips again, this time it lasted a bit longer. "So do you want to know where we are going on vacation?" "Of course. You know I've tried everything, including outright bribery to get you to tell me." She laughed. "Okay, we're going to Barbados. We leave next Saturday for two weeks." I broke out with a big smile. "Two weeks in Barbados, cool. I knew it would be someplace sunny. That's great, Mom." I hugged her again. When she pulled away, she said, "We can do something special tonight if you want to." I wasn't sure what she meant by something special, but I was really looking forward to our pizza and movie, or more honestly, our cuddling on the sofa. "Uh ... I would just as soon have our standard movie and pizza, if that's all the same to you." "No problem. I was hoping you wanted to stay home because I'm bushed anyway. We had a crazy week at work." "Sorry to hear that. I'll order the pizza for seven or so. I already have a movie rented. Chick flick." My mother smiled. "Good. I'll take a long soaking bath and then be down." I had the movie in the machine, the pizza and wine on the coffee table, and was ready by seven thirty. I decided to be a little more risky and wear my white briefs instead of my normal boxers. I was sitting on the sofa when my mother came down. I was disappointed to see that she was wearing jeans instead of her typical bathrobe. We sat and watched the movie, ate pizza and drank wine—only one bottle tonight. Mom snuggled up next to me, placing her head on my shoulder. I lifted my arm and placed it over her shoulder. It was a nice evening in spite of the fact that I had hoped for more. When the movie was about over, I noticed that my mother's head felt heavy on my chest. Her breathing was regular so I figured that she had fallen asleep. I moved back a little and felt my mother's head slip down my chest until it was resting in my lap. The pressure of her head brought the normal reaction ... an erection. As usual I lost the battle to will my cock not to get hard—of course I didn't really want to prevent my erection. The weight of her head forced my cock to throb. I was about to lose my mind when I felt my mother stir in her sleep. She slipped her hand, which had been on my thigh, under her cheek. Suddenly her head was on the back of her hand and the palm was resting on my cock. My heart was beating wildly as I wondered what to do. Should I wake her? Of course I couldn't. Like the sex pervert that I am, I decided to move my hips gently up and down to increase the stimulation in hopes of bringing myself off without her knowing. That would be better than nothing, I thought. Then, incredibly, I felt my mother's hand moving. It was almost imperceptible at first, but there was definite movement. Suddenly I realized what she was doing. She was searching for the opening of my underwear. My heart skipped a beat as her hand slipped inside my shorts and wrapped around my cock. Good God, my mother has my cock in her hand, I screamed in my head. I looked down, but all I could see was the back of her head. She obviously was not asleep. Her hand began to slowly move up and down on my cock. I could now feel her warm breath on the head of my cock through the thin material of my shorts. That alone was almost more than I could stand. I began to tremble as she began working my cock out of my shorts. I sucked in my breath when I felt my cock released into the cool room air. A second later something warm and wet covered the head. I couldn't suppress a moan ... my mother had the head of my cock in her mouth ... she was sucking my cock! My mother was sucking my cock! I wanted to scream for joy but kept my mouth shut with the exception of a few moans. Suddenly I could feel her tongue working on the swollen head, flicking at the drooling slit before twirling it around the surface. She didn't take more than just the head into her mouth. She sucked it slowly and lovingly as her hand began to pump up and down my shaft. This was like a dream. I wanted to pinch myself to see if I was really awake. I gently placed my hand on the back of her neck and felt her warm skin. I forced myself not to push her head down. My hips, which had stopped moving with the initial shock, began to move again. I lifted them in little twitches, trying to force more of my shaft into her mouth. She resisted and continued the maddening teasing of the head. It felt like the head was growing bigger by the second. My balls were squirming in their sacks and I could feel them tightening in preparation for climax. Should I warn her? I wondered. It was the manly thing to do; yet I was only a boy and could be excused for my impulsiveness. I threw my head back and began to moan. "Mom, Mom, Mom," I gasped. That should have been warning enough. Yet she didn't stop sucking and began to move her hand faster. With a long gasp from my lips, I lifted my hips and screamed. My cock spasmed and began to shoot it's content into my mother's sucking mouth. The first blast felt huge and was followed by several rapid and strong squirts. Incredible pleasure rushed through me and I could think of nothing but my mother's sucking mouth and my squirting cock. It seemed to last much longer then when I did it myself and it felt a heck of a lot better. When the throbbing slowed and the last dribble was sucked from the head, I relaxed back onto the sofa. My mother held my cock in her mouth until it had wilted. Then she abruptly stood up, but she didn't look at me. I figured she was having second thoughts about what she had just done. I watched with my heart still beating rapidly as she walked out of the room without saying a word. When I looked down at my now shrunken cock, there was only a dribble of cum at the head. My mother had either swallowed my cum or left the room to spit it out. I, of course, fantasized that she had swallowed it. Chapter 6 It was quieter than usual in the house when I arose on Saturday morning. I went downstairs and found a note on the kitchen table from my mother saying that she had to do some shopping for our vacation trip and would be back by mid-afternoon. I was actually relieved that she wasn't home. Like the previous Saturday, I had no idea what I was going to say to her and I needed time to think. What had occurred last night was not a mistake or a slip-up this time. My mother had sucked my cock and most likely swallowed my sperm (at least in my mind she had). She was probably less inebriated than the previous Friday night so it couldn't be blamed on alcohol. Yet, it was still impossible for me to fathom that my own mother had sucked my cock. Just thinking those words made me question my sanity. Forbidden Love Instead of moping around the house I decided to do some chores. I worked around the yard, mowing and trimming until I was exhausted. I went inside and got a glass of lemonade and then decide to take a dip in the pool. The cool, refreshing water invigorated me almost immediately. I swam twenty laps before drying off and lying in the sun. My mother wasn't the only one that needed to get a little sun before we took our vacation. The warm sun felt good on my body and I drifted off to sleep. I don't know how long I had been asleep when I awoke with a gasp as cold water covered my chest. "Mom," I screamed when I realized she had dowsed me a large glass of pool water. I jumped up and headed for her. She was giggling as she started to run back into the house. But I was a lot faster and I caught her before she could get away. I swept her up in my arms and headed for the pool, ready to toss her in. "No, please, Jerry," she screamed. "At least let me get my bathing suit on." She did have on a nice pair of shorts and top. I stopped and put her down. "All right, but you're going in the pool for splashing me. I could have serious psychological problems from being so rudely awakened," I joked. She looked at me smugly. "Who says you don't already have serious psychological problems." I made like I was going after her again but she ran into the house. Deciding I had had enough sun I went inside as well. The truth was, if my mom hadn't awakened me when she did I could have gotten a serious sunburn. In the house I sat down in the living room to watch TV. I was dozing off again when I heard my mother's voice. "What do you think of this bathing suit," she said. I opened my eyes and saw her standing before me in a tiny bikini. It looked relatively modest in front, but then she turned around. There was but a small strip of material running between her gorgeous ass cheeks, leaving her buttocks totally bare. "Mom!" I exclaimed. "Are you really going to wear that on the beach?" "I was planning on it. But you don't like it apparently." "No, I love it. It's just ... just that I have never seen you wear something that uh ..." I stuttered, looking for the word. "Revealing?" she asked. I was thinking sexy, but I said, "Yes, revealing." "Well you should know the beach at the hotel is clothing optional." "Really?" That had never occurred to me. "Yes it is. So I might be the most dressed person on the beach in this outfit ... that is if I wear anything at all." I opened my mouth to say something, but nothing came out. Was my mother really going to go naked on a beach? I wondered. This vacation was sounding better all the time. "From the way your mouth is hanging open I assume you approve then. I've got a few more outfits to show you." With that my mother turned around and walked back upstairs. I stared at her nearly naked ass until she had disappeared. Although I was in the air-conditioned house I found sweat dripping from my brow. And of course I had a raging hard-on. When she came back she had on a white top and skirt with a red flower design. If I was shocked with the bathing suit, this was even more daring. The top barely covered her breasts. From my position on the sofa, I could see the soft swells of her lower breasts. It appeared that if she moved a little too quickly the top would flip up and leave her bare breasted. "So what do you think of this one?" she asked as she raised her arms over her head, pulling the top even higher on her breasts. I could plainly see that her nipples were hard under the tiny top. "Wow," was all I could say. "I'll take that as approval," she said and then walked away. My mother modeled all the outfits that she had bought. Each one seemed to reveal more skin. The last one was another bathing suit in what appeared to be shiny black leather. It covered very little. I couldn't believe that this was my conservative mother wearing miniskirts, short tight dresses, and low cut tube tops. To say I enjoyed the fashion show would be an understatement. I was forced to cover my crotch with a pillow or risk revealing my throbbing erection. Later that night I snuck upstairs to spy on my mother as usual. I was peeking through the door as she sat at her vanity doing her nightly ritual when I saw her look directly at me. I quickly backed up into the dark hallway, but I had a feeling it was too late. "Why don't you come on in," she said, staring at me. I froze. Yep, I was caught. When I didn't move she said firmly, "Come in here, Jerry." With a trembling hand I pushed open the bedroom door and stood like a deer caught in the headlights. My pants were tented with my erection. She motioned for me to come closer. I took a few more steps and stopped in the middle of the room. My eyes were wide as I stared at her naked body. "Do you think I haven't noticed you peeking at me?" she said with a knowing smile. "Now come over here." I was too embarrassed to answer. Like a zombie I walked over to where she was sitting. Although I was embarrassed, it didn't stop me from staring. "I ... I ... I'm sorry," I whispered. My eyes were large as saucers as I stared at her naked form. "Sorry for what? Sorry that you have been spying on me? Do you think I couldn't have stopped that a long time ago? I know you put the pieces of rubber on my bedroom and bathroom doors. Did you think you were fooling me?" "I ... uh ... I'm ..." I stammered, having no idea what to say. I wanted to melt into the floor. For a moment I considered turning and running. But I knew that would only delay facing the music. "I think it's time we both stopped pretending," she said with a serious look on her face. "Let's talk." I stood in front of her with my mind was racing. I figured this is where she laid into me and let me know what a pervert I had been. Yet hadn't she sucked me off just last night? Who was the pervert there, I thought. Still, I wasn't about to argue with her because I was in fact a pervert; I am the one that lusts after my own mother. I would take my medicine and hope that she didn't hate me. "All right, first of all, let's discuss last night. I know I don't have to say this, but I will anyway. What we have done is very wrong. I mean, a mother should not let her son do ... or more directly a mother should not do the kind of things that I have done with you. Society frowns on mothers and sons doing sexual things. Unfortunately I have let it go too far already." She paused, looking at me strangely. I couldn't tell what that look meant. Was she trying to think of the words to tell me that we had to stop? "I'm sorry," I blurted, not knowing what I was sorry about. I was certainly not sorry about what we had done. "There is no reason to be sorry, Jerry. You haven't done anything wrong ... I mean you are just a boy with the raging hormones to prove it." She paused again before saying, "Jerry, you know I care for you very deeply. Our relationship has been more than a mother and son for quite some time. I feel things for you that a mother should not feel toward her son. Unfortunately I have given into my urges. Chalk it up to the wine, my libido, living without a man for so many years, or anything else you can think of. I don't know the true answer myself. I only know how I feel about you. I love you Jerry and I think you feel the same about me. Am I right?" Had I heard her right? Did she say she loved me? My heart was suddenly ready to leap out of my chest. She was saying things I had thought a thousand times but never imagined I would hear them from her. I heard what she was saying yet my brain was having a very difficult time understanding her words." "Earth to Jerry," she said. She seemed to be saying that to me a lot lately. "Uh ... yes ... I mean ... I ... I do love you." My muttered words sounded incredibly lame. I had rehearsed a thousand times what I would say to her if I ever got the chance to reveal my true feelings, never expecting to get the opportunity. Now that I had the chance all I could do was stutter inane words in response. God, I'm an idiot, I thought. She looked at me and smiled. "I guess that will do for now." Then she said, "The other thing I know is that I love the things we have done. I know I shouldn't and I have beat myself up over and over. Now I suppose I have accepted what we have done as a natural outcome of our closeness. We could stop and live a lie ... both of us unhappy." I stood looking dumb wondering if she was saying we could keep doing the things we had done. That was almost too much for my mind to comprehend. When I didn't say anything she said, "What I am saying is that I have decided that we can continue to do sexual things ... but with limits." I had no idea what the limits would be, and I really didn't care at that point. I would take anything I could get. I think my mother could see that I was no longer listening to her. She said, "Come closer, Jerry." I hesitated for only a second before I moved closer to her on shaky legs. Now I was standing directly in front of my mother with my cock tenting my underwear. "Take your cock out. I want to see it," she said in a matter-of-fact tone. "Huh?" I mumbled. "I said, take your cock out, I want to see it," she repeated. I could see that her chest was moving up and down more rapidly, indicating that her breathing had increased. It matched mine. With shaking hand I reached into my underwear and pulled my cock out. It sprang out of my shorts, the head swollen and dripping clear juice. At first I felt embarrassed, but then I saw the look in my mother's eyes and felt pride. I thrust my hips out. "My, my, you have grown into quite a man," she said in a half whisper as if she was talking to herself. "I couldn't see it well last night," she added as she reached her hand toward it. I could see that her hand was trembling. I watched with eyes wide as her hand slowly wrapped around the shaft. "Nice and thick. It will make some woman very happy someday." I don't want to make some woman happy, I thought, I want to make you happy. I watched as she began to slowly stroke me, moving her hand up and down the shaft as her eyes stared at the pulsing head. A large drop of juice appeared at the slit. She used her thumb to rub it across the head. As I stared down at my mother stroking my cock, I began to tremble. My heart was beating so rapidly that I was suddenly light headed and my knees began to grow weak. "Mmmm, it's getting bigger. And these balls are really starting to squirm," she said with growing confidence at the control she had over me. "I think they need emptying. What do you think?" Words choked in my throat and I couldn't answer. I nodded my head. She rubbed her palm across the dripping head, coating it with my copious juice before she began to stroke me faster. I was gasping for breath now, my hips suddenly following the rapid movement of her hand. She worked her hand up and down my cock creating froth, which in turn created a sloppy sucking sound that echoed from the walls of her bedroom. Her sparkling blue eyes stared at the swollen head of my cock, waiting, anticipating the explosion. She didn't have long to wait. "Mommmm!" I gasped in warning. She ignored me, continuing to pump my cock with increased speed. Suddenly I screamed and the head of my cock grew to the size of a small plum before the slit opened, blasting cum into the air like a broken fire hydrant. My eyes were closed, but I could hear the splats of the hot white cream as they hit my mother. My balls felt like they were on fire as stream after stream of juice poured from the end of my cock. It went on for a long time—or at least it seemed that way—before the stream began to die. When I opened my eyes, I gasped. The smiling face of my mother was covered with my cum. Some had landed in her hair and some on her forehead with the remainder hitting her in the face. It was dripping in long strings toward her soft tits. "Oh my," she laughed as she looked down at the mess I had created. "I'm ... sorry," I managed. But I wasn't. It had been more than incredible. "No need to apologize, cum is good for the skin; pure protein," she said with a smile as she began to massage it into her breasts and across her stomach. "Mmmm," she murmured as she spread my juice all over her. "Better than my expensive cream." I watched with wide eyes as she scooped some from her face and took it into her mouth, closing her eyes and moaning in the process. I saw her swallow and my cock lurched as if it was about to get hard again. My mother smiled and said, "I guess I had better get to bed." She stood and stepped into my arms and gave me a mind-shattering kiss. Her tongue was alive in my mouth as her breasts pressed into my bare chest. My cock began to harden. When my mother felt it she pulled away. She laughed and said, "Ah, youth. Now you get to bed too." With a final kiss on the cheek and a loving pat on my slowly erecting cock she shooed me from her room. Back in my own bed I masturbated twice before falling to sleep. Chapter 7 I got up early the next morning. I hadn't felt this good in ... well, I don't think I ever felt this good. I was whistling as I washed my mom's old minivan when she looked out the door. "Ready for some breakfast?" she asked. "Starved," I returned with a smile. "Come on in, it's almost ready." "I'm almost done. I'll be there in a minute." I hurried to clean up the car washing material and put it away in the garage. I was wearing a pair of shorts and T-shirt with tennis shoes. The front of my shorts and shirt were a little wet but I didn't think that mattered. My butt was dry. I went into the kitchen to see my mother putting breakfast on the table. I sat down as she went to the refrigerator and bent over to get the orange juice. My heart started to beat more rapidly as I stared at her gorgeous ass. God, she was driving me crazy, I thought. How was I going to manage keeping my hands off her? But then again, maybe she didn't want me to keep my hands off her. As she walked by me I reached up and grabbed her, pulling her to my lap. She didn't resist, but she didn't encourage me either. When I pulled her head to me, she let me kiss her and, in fact, slipped her tongue into my mouth. My cock, which was already half hard, sprung to full mast. "Your breakfast is going to get cold," she said as she extracted herself from my grasp. She glanced down and smiled before she took a seat at the table across from me. "I think everything is ready for our trip. You know we leave day after tomorrow, right? Are you packed?" I looked at her with a sardonic smile. She knew I was a procrastinator when it came to stuff like that. "Sure," I said, but she could tell it was a lie. "You need to get your stuff together." "I know. It'll only take me an hour to pack. Don't worry, I won't hold you up." "All right," she said as she began to eat. I watched her put a fork of food in her mouth and chew. Even that simple action made my heart flutter ... I swear I can't understand this love stuff. It was starting to drive me crazy. Everything she did had suddenly turned sensuous. I didn't realize that I was staring when my mother paused and looked at me strangely. "What?" she asked. "Huh?" "You were staring at me." My face turned red. "Sorry," I mumbled. I caught a smile turning up her lips as I dropped my eyes back to my own food. Suddenly the butterflies in my stomach made the food less appetizing. When I looked up again, my mother had finished eating. "Well, I have things to do. See you later," she said and got up. As she walked past me she reached out and ran her hand across my face. I felt a tremor go through me. I was incredibly excited all day. My cock was hard as a rock and barely went down. The strange thing was that I didn't know what I was more excited about—what we had done sexually or the opportunity to be with her for two weeks; probably both things. When the day was over, I was almost relieved. It felt like I was a little boy again waiting for Santa. Only I knew that Santa was my mother and she held all the presents. It was much later in the day when my mother passed by the family room and said, "Jerry, I'm going up to take my bath now." "Uh ... okay, mom," I said, wondering why she was telling me this. Then she said, "I was wondering if you would mind washing my back." "Huh?" I said stupidly. "It's okay if you have something else to do. You don't have to," she returned. "No!" I almost screamed. "I don't have anything to do." I watched as she turned and walked up the steps, her sexy butt swaying in front of my eyes. Like a puppy I rushed to follow her, my heart suddenly pounding in my chest. "Oh, and you can take the little rubber piece off the door frame any time you want. You won't need to peek at me anymore," she said as I followed her into the bathroom. My face flushed several shades of red when I realized that she must have known all along. I held my breath as my mother bent over the tub and started the water. She turned to me and said, "You may want to take off your clothes so you don't get them wet." "Uh ... yeah," I stammered but quickly began to strip. I watched as my mother did the same, her actions much more graceful then my frantic stripping. When I was naked and my cock pulsing in front of me I watched my mother step into the nearly filled tub. She slowly slipped beneath the water with a contented sigh. "You can't wash my back from over there," she said. I hurried over and knelt next to the tub. My mother handed me a washcloth and a bar of Dove soap. My hands were trembling as I began to wash her flawless back. "Mmmm, she moaned as I rubbed the soft cloth across her back. I then moved the cloth to her neck and slowly ran it across the nape of her neck and then around to the other side. Finally I began to move the cloth down toward her large and inviting breasts. I looked at my mother's face to see if she was going to stop me. She smiled. "I thought I asked you to wash my back?" she said, but she didn't try to stop my hand as it slipped lower to her breast. I said, "Well, I just wanted to make sure you were clean." My mother laughed at my dumb remark but leaned back, lifting her breasts out of the water. I was breathing heavily as I slowly ran the cloth over one large breast and down to the hard nipple. I heard my mom sigh as I gently lifted and washed that breast before moving on to the other. When both breasts were washed and rinsed, I slipped the cloth down and under the water, moving down her stomach. When my hand passed her navel, I let the cloth go and continued with my bare hand. I waited for my mother to stop me, but she didn't. I heard her sigh and felt her hips move when my fingers reached the top of her pussy. Slowly I slipped my fingers between the lips and down to her opening. With a quick flick of my wrist I pushed my middle finger into my mother's pussy. "Ohhhh, Jerry," she gasped as her hips began to immediately move on my finger. Her mouth opened as her breathing began to increase. I leaned closer and kissed her. She opened her mouth wide, sucking my tongue in. My finger began to move at the same rhythm as my tongue in her mouth. I fucked her mouth with my tongue as my finger fucked her pussy. My cock was throbbing and threatened to squirt when I felt her pussy began to spasm on my finger. "Oh, Jerry, you're going to make me cum," she gasped. "I want you to cum, Mom. I want to finger fuck your pussy until you climax," I said, not even thinking about the fact that I was using the word fuck in front of my mother for the first time in my life. "Yes, yes, yes," she hissed as her hips began to move faster and the walls of her pussy squeezed my finger even tighter. "Ahhhh," she cried and her body stiffened, her hips lifting from the bottom of the tub and she threw her head back in pleasure. "Mmmmmmpppphhhh," she moaned as a strong climax rushed through her. Forbidden Love When the pulsing inside her pussy began to slow, I used my thumb to find her swollen clit. I began to move my thumb back and forth on the swollen nub until her hips began to move again. "Oh, Jerry, no," she gasped, but didn't stop me. I worked my thumb up and down on her clit, centering on the motion that made her gasp the most. I reached over and began to knead her breast, moving my thumb gently over her swollen clit as I did. "Mmmm, yes, Jerry, keep that up," she gasped. I had no intention of stopping until she climaxed again. Within a few seconds I got my wish. Her body tensed and a second even stronger climax began. I moved my thumb rapidly across her clit as her body shook with pleasure. This climax seemed to last longer. When she finally stopped shaking, she collapsed into the water with a loud sigh. "Oh my goodness," she gasped when she could speak again. "You certainly now how to pleasure a girl with your fingers. Where did you learn that?" "I read a lot," I lied. She didn't believe me anyway. "Now it's your turn," she said. "Stand in the tub." I stood up, my cock still throbbing and dripping a steady stream of juice as I stepped into the tub. Suddenly my cock was just inches from my mother's mouth. She smiled up at me and then opened her mouth and took it inside. "Oh Jesus, Mom," I moaned as her lips closed around my cock. I watched with growing excitement as my mother's lips stretched over my swollen cock. Suddenly I felt my mother's hand slip between my legs and move up to my ass. "Mom," I gasped as her finger moved between my cheeks. I wondered briefly what she was doing with her finger, but her mouth on my cock felt so good I couldn't concentrate on anything else. I could feel her finger wiggling between my cheeks until it found my back passage. I lurched forward as her finger slipped inside my ass. "Mom," I gasped again. But she didn't stop until she had pushed her finger into my ass. I was amazed that it didn't hurt and after a short time actually began to feel good. I had no idea why it felt good, but the combination of her finger and her lips was bringing me to a peak very quickly. I moved my hips back and forth, with her finger massaging me as her tongue worked on my cock head. "Mom," I warned when I felt my balls begin to tighten. My mother's reaction was to move her finger and mouth faster. "I'm going to cum," I said to make sure she knew that I was getting ready to cum in her mouth. I heard her moan deep in her throat and she suck harder. With a bellow that surprised even me, I pushed my hips forward, burying my cock deep in my mother's mouth. I froze as the head of my cock exploded, blasting my copious juice to the back of her throat. I heard her gag for a moment before she began to swallow. There was no doubt now; my mother was swallowing my cum ... every drop. She moaned as she sucked harder, trying to draw every ounce out of my balls. She succeeded. When my cock was drained, I almost fell backward out of the tub. I quickly stepped out of the tub, gasping for breath as I looked down at my mother's beautiful face. She was smiling at me. There was a large drop of my cum at the corner of her mouth. She used her tongue to take it into her mouth. I closed my eyes and moaned at the sight, feeling my cock throb as another large drop of cum slipped from the head and dropped to the floor. Chapter 8 The Boeing 747 was filled to capacity. It seemed that everyone was taking a vacation at the same time. The airline had overbooked our flight and as a result they had to put my mother and I in first-class. We smiled at each other, almost afraid to say anything about our incredible luck. This was going to make the five-hour trip much easier to take. As the plane rumbled down the runway, I could never remember being so excited about a vacation before. I think my mother felt the same way. As we lifted off I felt my mother take my hand and squeeze it affectionately. I looked over at her and smiled. It almost felt like we were a couple of teenagers who had somehow arranged to sneak off together. It fact, since we were on the island we would be free from the prying eyes of our small town and could do anything and act anyway we wanted. I don't think the implications of that had sunk in for either of us. I had no idea what was going to happen between my mother and me, but I could hardly wait to find out. As I sat there and gazed out the window at the crystal blue ocean just off the left wing, I thought about how we had gotten to this place ... wherever that was. My mother had allowed a virtual Pandora's box to be opened and I wasn't sure how, or even if she wanted to close it. I certainly didn't. After all, I was but a horny teenager. That in itself made me wonder what was in it for my mom. She was attractive enough to have almost any man she wanted. I had to wonder why she had picked me. Sure I was a safe choice and there wasn't going to be any petty dating games, but that couldn't be all of it. I loved my mother and now I was sure she loved me as more than a son. But, I wondered if that was worth the risk she was surely taking? I wasn't sure. I glanced over at my mother and saw that she looked very relaxed in her seat and appeared to be sleeping. It was obvious that the issues that were bothering me didn't seem to cause her the same concerns, or at least she was hiding it very well. I decided that I would stop worrying about it ... what was going to happen was going to happen. It was time to relax and enjoy our vacation, whatever the future held for us. The drive from the airport to the hotel took almost an hour. The driver zigzagged up and down small mountain roads that appeared to be barely wide enough for one car. Several times I held my breath as we crept so close to the side that I couldn't see the road from my window. We were both glad when we finally reached the hotel. I looked at the hotel we pulled up in front and said, "Wow, this is amazing." "It's supposed to be one of the best hotels on the island. They are known for their service and the ability to be discrete. A lot of Hollywood stars come here because they can have a nice vacation without fear of the paparazzi lurking around every corner." The hotel was a pink, ten-storied behemoth in the traditional Caribbean motif. It sat on the side of a mountain, with every room overlooking the beautiful azure waters below. There was a giant Olympic swimming pool in front of the hotel with private south-sea-island type cabana's circling it. To our left was a set of long cement steps winding upward to the first level where the pool was located, and then another set of steps that led to the front of the hotel. On the right side and below us was the beach with beautiful white sands and more cabana's. The cab driver circled the long driveway around the pool and pulled up in front of the hotel, where bellhops hurried to open our door and greet us with a friendly island, "Welcome." I felt comfortable in taking my mother's hand to lead her up the red carpet and into the hotel lobby. It was early in the day and the lobby was almost empty. "Welcome to our island paradise," said the distinguished looking man behind the check-in desk. He was dressed in a full tuxedo, which seemed out of place considering the humid island weather. "We have a reservation under Moss," said my mother. The desk clerk typed into his computer and said, "Ah, yes, Mr. and Mrs. Moss." I started to say that we were not "Mr. and Mrs.", but I got a quick look from my mother. Catching on quickly, I put my arm affectionately around her and smiled. "We have you set up in one of our nicest suites. It has a king sized bed and a wonderful view of the ocean, and your doors open onto the beach. I'm sure you are going to love it," the desk clerk said. I looked at my mother again. It hadn't even occurred to me that we would be sleeping in the same room, let alone the same bed. Frankly, I hadn't given it a thought. My mother smiled at me this time and almost appeared to blush. I smiled back and I'm sure I had a twinkle in my eyes that was blatantly obvious to the desk clerk. I think he even gave me a little nod of his head. The clerk said, "Here are your keys. The bellhop will bring your luggage to the room in just a few minutes. Is there anything else I can do for you?" "I think everything is fine," my mother said as she picked up the keys. "The elevators are at the end of the hall and to your right. Go down one flight and turn right. " I walked to the elevator with my arm around my mother's waist. She turned to me and whispered, "I think while we are here and out in public that it would be best if you called me Theresa." "Gee, I never thought of that. But that is going to be really hard," I said. "I know," she answered. We walked the rest of the way in silence. I could feel her hip bumping into mine as we walked and I could already feel a stirring in my groin. When we stopped at the elevator I turned to her. "Mr. and Mrs., huh?" I said. "Well, we couldn't afford two rooms," my mother answered. "That's true," I readily agreed. "But am I going to have to sleep on the sofa ... if there is a sofa?" I was only being half facetious. "I don't think so," she answered and leaned into me and kissed me on the lips. I was just a bit startled, but quickly recovered and pulled her into my arms for a much more passionate kiss. She didn't resist. When the elevator opened we stepped on and hit the button for the ground floor. As the elevator began to move we fell silent. I don't know what my mom was thinking, but I was wondering how far we were going to go sexually. Up to this point we had only done petting kind of things ... at least her using her mouth on me and me using my fingers on her. What was going to happen now? Was she going to let me go all the way? After all it sounded like we were going to be sleeping in the same bed. The possibilities were making my heartbeat very fast. When we stepped into the room, we both gasped ... the windows stared directly out to the Caribbean Sea. Surprisingly the room was furnished with oak furniture, with a large king sized bed facing double doors leading to the patio. It was obvious that this was one of the most expensive rooms in the hotel. "Wow, Mom, how did you afford this?" I said as I turned to my mother. She had a perplexed look on her face. "I don't know. This isn't the room I registered for. Maybe they made a mistake." "Well, let's enjoy it until they throw us out," I returned with a laugh. Could we be so lucky as to have first class seats on the airplane and a very expensive room? We walked over to the sliding doors leading to the patio and stepped outside. The warm tropical breeze enveloped us along with the smell of salt air. I turned to my mother and pulled her into my arms again. "Thanks for everything, Mom," I said sincerely. "You earned the vacation," she returned. "I don't just mean the vacation. I mean everything. You know, how you have worked so hard since Dad left us, providing for us. I know it's been hard. I'm going to do great in school and get a good job so I can pay you back." I saw tears forming in her eyes. "You don't have to pay me back. I didn't do it for that. I did it for us ... both of us." I grasped her cheeks in my hands and used my thumbs to wipe away the tears trickling down her cheeks. "I know. I love you," I whispered before I pulled her lips to mine. I could feel her trembling. What was to be a brief, if passionate, kiss lasted a long time. I opened my mouth to let my mother's tongue explore my mouth before I pushed her tongue back with my own. I felt my cock becoming hard and pressed close to her. Her hips responded, pressing back to me. As my hands slipped down her back to cup her ass cheeks someone clearing their throat startled us. We stepped apart quickly. I looked over my shoulder to see the bellhop standing behind us. "Where would you like your luggage, Mr. Moss?" My face turned red when I realized I couldn't turn around or he would see my erection. My mother saved the day by stepping around me and walking into the room with the bellhop. I sighed in relief and sat down in one of the cushioned chairs to let my erection subside. I heard my mother telling the bellhop to leave the suitcases near the bed. He told her where the controls for the air conditioner were and showed her how to adjust the temperature. Then she tipped him and he left after asking if there was anything else he could do. "So, let's unpack and then go down and explore the hotel," my mother said when the door was closed. "Sounds like a plan," I returned. We spent several hours walking around the hotel and exploring the village. After browsing the cheap trinket shops and looking in the windows of the very expensive jewelry and clothing shops on main-street, we were too tired to get dressed up to go out to dinner. We decided to have dinner at the casual grill bar that overlooked the pool and the ocean beyond. I ordered a burger and coke, and my mom ordered a large salad with one of the house specialty drinks—you know those fruity things with little palm tree stir sticks. She had several drinks. They must have contained a good deal of alcohol because by the time the second drink was done, I could see that my mother was looking quite relaxed. I knew I had to find out about our sleeping arrangements as well as what was going to happen when we went back to the room. I guess I could have let it just happen, but I didn't want to make a big mistake. I knew what I wanted to do, but I had no idea how far my mother was willing to let me go. I gathered up my courage and said, "Mom, what are we going to do when we get back to the room?" I said, starting out fine but then stuttering. "I mean, you know, uh ... like ... where we are going to sleep and you know ... stuff?" My face turned beet red. "I wondered when you were going to get to that," she said as she reached over and gasped my hand. "To tell you the truth, I haven't thought it all through yet. We both know we have gone way over the moral line already," she said with a slight blush. She paused and seemed to be thinking as she gazed at the blue water behind me. "We can certainly do the things we have already done. How much further we go ... well, we will have to wait and see how things develop." A big smile came to my face. "Can we go back to the room now?" I said, staring at her sweet lips. I knew what I wanted. So did she. "I suppose so," she answered with a coy smile. Then she leaned close and said, "You want my lips wrapped around your cock, don't you?" To say I was stunned by my mother's graphic words would be an understatement. I opened my mouth but nothing came out. "From the look on your face I think that you are interested," she said with a naughty smile. I nodded my head and quickly stood up. We paid the bill and hurried down the hall to the elevators. As soon as the elevator doors were closed and we were alone, I had her in my arms. She didn't resist as my lips met hers. My hands slipped down her back and then under the waistband of her tight slacks. A moment later I had the soft cheeks of her bare ass in my palms. I heard her moan into my mouth. My cock grew hard immediately and I pressed it into her. She responded by grinding her hips into mine. Luckily the elevator arrived at our floor before I could rip her clothes off her body. I grabbed her hand and practically dragged her down the hall and into our room. With the door closed, I had her in my arms again. My hands went to her shoulders and I began to apply pressure. Right there, inside the door, my mother went to her knees. I watched as she pulled the zipper of my pants down and searched inside for my cock. "Mmmmm," she moaned as her hand wrapped around my cock. With some difficulty she fished it from the confines of my trousers. She pulled back and gazed at the swollen head. My cock had been leaking juice since we reached the hotel. She licked up the juice and then with a little moan from deep in her throat, she opened her mouth and took my cock inside. "Oh God, Mom," I gasped as I reached for her head and twisted my fingers in her hair. My hips began to move back and forth. Her lips on my cock felt indescribably wonderful. She knew just how to tease the skin under the crown with the tip of her tongue. I could feel my cock leaking my pre-cum juice into her mouth. I knew that if she kept doing that I would cum in her mouth in just a few moments. But, suddenly she pulled away and looked up at me. "Let's get our showers and then we can take care of this," she said adding a little kiss to the head of my cock. I moaned in frustration, but didn't protest too much. My mother rose to her feet and said, "You go ahead and take your shower first. I have a few call to make to verify the side trips I've set up for us." I began to wonder if my mother was ever going to come out of the bathroom. I was sitting on the bed, leaning against the headboard, naked, watching one of the two channels we could get on the TV when my mother finally came in. I was already hard, but if I weren't, her outfit would have done the trick. She had on a red and white plaid top and matching tiny skirt. She looked somewhat like a high school cheerleader. I immediately wondered if she had panties on underneath. It didn't take long to find out. She stepped onto the bed and straddled me. I could see directly under the tiny skirt. "God, Mom," I gasped. I could see her pussy clearly. It was already swollen and wet. "You like my outfit? I found it in the attic the other day. I used to wear it for your father, but he never seemed to care too much." I barely heard her words. I couldn't believe this was my mother standing above me with her legs spread. I stared mutely. "Jerry, are you there," Mother asked, looking down at my wide eyes. "Huh?" I stuttered. "I asked if you liked my outfit?" Suddenly I realized that she was waiting for an answer. "I love it. You can wear it for me anytime." "I thought you might." With that she giggled and began to squat over my face. As her pussy came closer and closer to me, I could smell her scent. It made my head spin. When her pussy was within reaching distance I stuck my tongue out and touched her swollen lips. I heard her intake of breath. Then to my great disappointment she pulled away. "Now where were we before I went in to change?" she asked. "You were sucking me," I replied. "Oh yes," she said. With that she bent over and took my cock into her mouth again. "Ohhhh," I gasped. I watched as my beautiful mother wrapped her sexy lips around my cock and sucked. My balls began to churn almost immediately. She wrapped her hand around my shaft and began to pump me. "Oh, Mom," I whispered as I watched her work on my cock head and stroke me. It wasn't going to take long for me to climax if she kept that up. I reached for her and began to direct her head and down. She pulled back and smiled up at me. "Not yet," she said. "I want to suck this beautiful cock for a while." She bent her head again and began to tease my slit with her tongue. She ran her tongue up and down the slit, collecting the juice and pulling it back into her mouth. I watched her face as she tasted my pre-cum juice. There was a look of serene pleasure when she tasted me. With a moan she bent back over and started to suck me, harder this time. I waited as long as I could, trying to will my climax back. Eventually I couldn't hold out any longer. "Mom," I gasped. She moaned and took me deep into her mouth. I could feel my balls begin to churn again. Then my cock started to throb. "Ahhhhh," I cried and lifted my hips from the bed as my cum began rocketing up the shaft. It blasted into my mother's sucking mouth with great force. Without hesitation she swallowed, moaning deep in her throat as she did. Blast after blast filled her mouth and all was quickly swallowed. Forbidden Love When the last of my cum was out of my balls I opened my eyes and saw that my mother's eyes were closed. Then I felt a tremor run through me when I saw her tongue come out and licked around her mouth, collecting any juice that had escaped. Her eyes flipped open as if she had been lost in a pleasant dream. "That should take care of you for now," she said with a quick kiss to the drooping head of my cock. Chapter 9 While I was satisfied after the blow job, I was still excited about the week ahead, but more specifically about sleeping with my mother. I was also feeling a little guilty that I had only taken and given nothing back. I knew my mother had been excited as well. I could still see her wet pussy in my mind when she had stood over me earlier. A plan began to form in my mind as my mother readied herself for bed. I'm not sure what her plans were, but I suddenly knew what I wanted. When mom came out of the bathroom, she was naked. I was glad she was going to sleep naked. She walked over and lay down on the bed next to me. "Whew," she said, "Quite a busy day, huh?" "Great day," I said as I casually reached over and grasped her breast. I heard her quick intake of breath, indicating that she was still excited ... great for my plan. I leaned close to her and nuzzled her neck, planting little kisses just under her ear. "Mmmm," she whispered and turned her head to allow me more room. I squeezed her breast and worked my lips upward until I reached her ear. I could feel her shiver as I gently bit her earlobe and then slowly circled my tongue around the soft skin. "Mom," I said as I continued to kiss her ear. "Yes," she breathed. "I want to do something to you," I said just a tad breathless with excitement now. "What?" she asked sounding a bit apprehensive. "I ... I ..." I said and paused, my courage suddenly fading. "What?" she asked again, turning her head toward me. I could feel my face turning red. "I want to ... to ... you know, kiss you ... kiss you down there, like you have done for me," I blurted. I heard a sharp intake of breath. When she didn't say anything for a moment I thought I had screwed up. "I'm sorry," I said quickly. "Oh, Jerry," she said and took my face in her hands. She stared into my eyes, searching for something. "Are you sure?" My heart was suddenly beating very rapidly. "Yes," I managed to say. "Your father ... your father never liked doing that," she said, still staring into my eyes. After a long moment she whispered, "I would love for you to eat me." Then she lifted her head and kissed my lips softly, her fingers running through my hair. Her words "eat me" sent a thrill through my body. I pulled her close, feeling her soft breast press to my chest. I pressed my lips firmer on hers. Her mouth opened and my tongue slipped inside. Her mouth was warm, wet, and sweet. I lost myself in her willing mouth and soft body. My head was spinning as my heart pounded with anticipation. I had never eaten a pussy before, but I knew I wanted to. Eating my mother's pussy had been a nightly fantasy and now I was about to do it. I pulled my lips from hers and began to kiss her neck again. I worked my way slowly downward until I arrived at her gorgeous breasts. I began to suck one nipple as my hand kneaded the flesh of the other. Then I switched to suck the other. When I was done, both nipples were as hard as pencil erasers and wet with my saliva. Slowly I began to kiss down her stomach, using my tongue to tickle the soft skin. I moved to kneel between her legs and slipped both hands under her buttocks, lifting her upward. She gasped as her legs fell apart, revealing her gorgeous pussy in all its wet glory. Never having seen it so close before, I stared. The puffy outer lips were open with the swollen inner lips spread apart like a flower. Juice was literally running from her open hole. I swear my mouth started to drool. "Eat me, Jerry. Please eat me," my mother begged. With a moan I dropped my head until I was inches from her pussy. Then I opened my mouth and sucked the fat outer lips into my mouth. "Ahhhhhheeeee," she screamed. "Oh God, oh God, oh God," she gasped as my tongue began to lick her inner lips. "That's it, that's it, sweetie, lick my pussy." I teased around her pussy, avoiding the open hole, enjoying the warmth and wetness of her pussy lips. I wanted this to last. I was determined to take my time and enjoy every inch of her sweet pussy. My tongue moved slowly into her opening where I found a virtual well of juice. I brought my tongue back into my mouth and savored her flavor. I had always fantasized about how her pussy would taste, but nothing could have prepared me for the reality. Her juice was thick and almost sweet. In dissolved in my mouth almost immediately so I went back for more. Over and over I plunged my tongue into my mother's hole, savoring the reward each time I brought my tongue back into my mouth. I knew at that moment that I would eat her anytime she wanted and would never grow tired of pleasing her this way. "Oh Jesus, baby," Mom gasped each time I split her lips with my tongue. Her hips were wiggling in my hands, making it difficult to hold her to my mouth. Finally I gave up and lowered her hips to the bed. My mouth followed. Now I was lying on my stomach with my mouth buried between her warm thighs. I felt totally surrounded by her. My entire world was focused on her wet pussy. Her thighs wrapped around my head and covered my ears, muffling her moans of pleasure. At that moment I was so lost in eating her that I didn't heard her scream. She began to climax. I knew because her thighs stiffened against my head and her fingers dug into my scalp. In addition, my mouth was deluged with her juices, which I swallowed. It seemed to go on for a long time. I wondered if it were one climax or many, because I couldn't tell when one climax ended and another started. Juice was literally pouring out of her. My face was soaked from my chin to my forehead and from one cheek to the other. I loved it. It was quite some time before I pulled my face from between her thighs. I didn't go far, but rather simply laid my face on her pubic mound trying to catch my breath. When I eventually looked up, I saw that my mother's eyes were closed and her chest was moving up and down with her rhythmic breathing. It took me a moment to realize that she had apparently fallen asleep. I gently extracted myself from between her legs. She moaned in her sleep as I pulled the covers from under us and then snuggled next to her. I didn't bother to get up to wash my face. I wanted to feel her stickiness drying on my face. I was smiling as I fell asleep. Chapter 10 When I awoke the next morning, I found the bed next to me empty. I sat up and looked around for my mother. I saw through the window that she was sitting on the patio reading a book. I hopped out of bed and hurried to the bathroom to relieve my bladder and brush my teeth. Then I reluctantly washed my pussy juice smeared face before leaving the bathroom. My mother turned and smiled when I stepped outside. I took a deep breath of the fresh ocean scented air and stretched my arms wide. Then I leaned over and gently kissed her lips tenderly. "Good morning, sleepyhead," she said. "Sleepyhead? What time is it?" "It's almost ten o'clock." "Wow, I guess I slept in." "Well, we had a busy day yesterday. I thought we would just spend the day on the beach today and veg, if that's okay with you?" "Sounds great. How about some breakfast, I'm starved," I said. "Sure. Go get showered and put on your bathing trunks and I'll order room service. Eggs and bacon okay?" "Sure. Order some hash browns and toast and maybe some pancakes, please." My mother looked at me with raised eyebrows. "What? I'm a growing boy," I said in response to her expression. "Get dressed," she returned with a smile. After breakfast my mother put on her bathing suit and found some towels. We didn't have far to go to get to the beach, as it was only a hundred yards from our patio. I followed behind her, enjoying the sexy view of her nearly naked ass, as we walked through a couple of sand dunes to the pure white-sand beach beyond. It was relatively early so there were only a few people scattered around the beach. We found a spot not to close to anyone and put down our towels. Before my mother sat down, she looked around the nearly deserted beach. Then she totally surprised me by taking off her bikini top. My eyes opened wide in surprise. "It is a nude beach, you know." "I don't see anyone nude, or even topless," I said as I stared at her now naked breasts. But I quickly added, "But don't let that stop you." "I won't. But I'll wait to take off my bottoms until I see others do it." "I look forward to it," I said with a lecherous smile. The sun was very hot and I knew I would get burned quickly. I was the one that burned ... my mom rarely did. I had her put sunscreen on me. We lay on the beach until we grew hot and then went into the water. By the time we came out, we noticed that there were a lot more people on the beach. In fact, we now saw several topless women and one or two who were totally nude. Unfortunately, most of the nude ones should have had their clothes on. Still that fact gave my mother the courage to take off her bikini bottom. At the towel she stripped it off, looking around to see if anyone was looking. I stared at her beautiful and bare pussy with mixture of awe and excitement on my face. "Come on chicken, take off your trunks." My face turned red. "Uh ... that might cause a problem," I said, glancing down between my legs meaningfully. When she saw the protrusion in my trunks, my mother put her hand over her mouth and laughed. "So those naked fat ladies turned you on, huh?" "No, you did," I returned. "Well, I take that as a compliment." "You should. I couldn't stop it if I wanted too with you standing there totally naked." "Slip them off and just lay on you stomach. I don't want to be naked alone." Begrudgingly I stood up and turned away from the people on the beach and slipped off my trunks. My hard cock popped free. I turned slightly toward my mother and said, "See." "Yes I do. Dig a hole in the sand so you can lay flat," she said with an uproarious laugh. Hearing her outburst, I saw several people look our way so I quickly lay down on the towel to hide my obvious erection. I eventually turned over but found it difficult not to become erect with my gorgeous mother just inches from me. As the day wore on and I saw more and more naked people, I become somewhat comfortable being nude. Several times my mother and I walked down to the water and back up the beach. Soon we were both feeling quite comfortable. It was a strange, but it was somehow very liberating being totally naked in a public place. We sat in the sand as people walked by without batting an eye, although, most of the men batted their eyes at my mother. When the sun started to go down, and the breeze coming in from the ocean began to cool, we decided to go to our room and get ready for dinner. An hour or so later we went out to a nice restaurant serving local dishes. My mom liked it a lot, but I would have been happy with a good burger. By the time we were finished dinner I started thinking about what was going to happen when we went back to the room. Mom and I had done just about everything except actually having intercourse. I knew she said that she was still thinking about how much further we would go, which meant to me that it was still a real possibility. Tonight might be the night ... at least I hoped it would be. I came out of the bathroom after my shower and said, "The bathroom is all yours." My cock was already about half-mast. As my mother passed I grabbed her and gave her a long and lingering kiss. She moaned when she felt my cock harden between us. "Let me get my shower," she whispered as she reached down and grasped my cock with her soft hand. After a quick jerk or two, bringing a moan from me, she turned and rushed into the bathroom, giggling. It seemed like hours but was probably less than a half hour before my mother came out of the bathroom. I gasped. She was wearing a blue corset with tiny blue panties that were all but see through. The corset pushed her gorgeous breasts upward, exposing the already hard nipples. My cock, which was hard from thinking about my mom, began to pulse like I was going to climax. I had to will it to stop or I would have surely wasted my spunk on the floor. "What do you think?" she asked. I looked down at my pulsing cock and then back up to my mother. "I can see that you like it," she laughed. She walked over to me and straddled my legs, bringing her large breasts to my willing mouth. "Mmmm," she moaned as I began to suck one tit and then the other. I used both hands to grab her breasts and lift them as I sucked her. I pushed the two orbs together and licked both nipples at the same time, alternating licking and then sucking. "Jesus, I'm so wet," she said. "Feel my panties." I continued to suck a nipple as one hand slipped between her legs. I would have gasped had I not been sucking her. The gusset of her panties was totally soaked. If I didn't know better, I would have thought she had soaked them in the shower. I slipped my index finger under the elastic at the crotch and moved it up and down across her swollen pussy lips. "Oh yes, sweetheart, put your finger inside me." I did and heard her moan. She was so hot and wet that juice began to stream down my finger to the knuckles. I pulled my mouth away from her tits and quickly slipped the panties down her thighs. I looked at the tiny slip of material in my hand. Then I turned them inside out and exposed the sopping crotch. As my mother stared wide-eyed at me I licked the crotch, moaning as I tasted her juices. Wanting the real thing, I dropped the panties and pulled her close. I ran my tongue up and down her slit, collecting juice from between her lips. Those juices were there because of me; I was the one making her excited and causing juice to run out of her pussy like a river. "Lean back," she said, pushing on my shoulders. When I was on my back she climbed onto the bed and squatted over mouth. "Is it okay?" she asked as her wet pussy hovered over my mouth. As an answer I reached up for her hips and pulled her down. She yelped as I drew her quickly down to me until her pussy landed on my mouth. I groaned and she screamed. My tongue immediately found her opening and plunged inside. "Oh, Jerry," she gasped as her hips began to move on my willing face. Her juices were literally pouring out of her and I tried to catch it all in my mouth. "Oh God, oh God," she gasped as her body began to tremble. Then she pushed down hard, covering my mouth and nose with her pussy. I held my breath as she began to convulse in climax. I thought I was going to expire before her convulsions slowed and she moved back a few inches and sat on my chest to let me breath. "Oh, Jerry, I'm sorry," she gasped when she saw my wet and oxygen deprived face. "I could have killed you," she said and then smiled. "I would have gladly died that way," I answered with an even bigger smile. Then I watched as she got onto her feet again and squatted over my mid-section. My cock was sticking straight upward, pointing at her very wet pussy. My heart was pounding in my chest. Was she going to let me put it inside her? I wondered. Then she lowered her hips and brought her pussy down until the lips were rubbing the tip of my cock. Slowly she moved forward, trapping my cock under her pussy and pressing it to my stomach. It wasn't fucking but it was an incredible feeling nonetheless. "Oh, God," I gasped as I felt the warm and swollen lips begin to move up and down my cock. Her flowing juices lubricated my cock, making it easy for her to slip up and down. I could see her lips stretched around my cock as she moved down and then back up, almost to the tip of my cock. Over and over she did this, her breathing showing her renewed excitement. "Oh, oh, oh, oh," she gasped as she teased her pussy with my cock. I could feel her body begin to tense. Then she began to tremble all over. "I'm cummmmiiiiinnnnnggggg," she gasped suddenly. I held her body tight as she convulsed in pleasure for the second time in just a few minutes. It took quite some time before the shudders finally stopped. But it was apparent that she still wasn't totally satisfied. Her hips began to move again. I knew that I couldn't take much more, but there was something I wanted to try before I climaxed. As my mother moved upward, I lowered my hips just a bit, causing my cock to slip under her pussy. She couldn't stop her movement back down and suddenly my cock head was in her pussy before she could stop. "Jerry!" she gasped. But she didn't lift up. She looked at me, her eyes filled with lust. I had never seen her look quite that excited before. Then she slowly closed her eyes and let her weight move downward until my cock was all the way inside her sweet and warm pussy. I was delirious with excitement. My eyes closed and I tried to concentrate on anything but the warm sheath of flesh surrounding my cock. Tremors inside her massaged my cock from the tip to my balls. I had never felt anything so good. It was like my cock was encased in a warm and wet glove. I opened my eyes to see my mother looking directly into my eyes. She bit her lip and I knew that she was trying to decide if she should make me pull out. Then her eyes glazed over and I knew that a decision had being reached. With a sigh of resignation or pleasure she slowly lifted up until only the head of my cock remained inside her. For a moment I thought she had changed her mind and was going to let my cock slip out of her. But, instead, she closed her eyes and started moving back down, an inch at a time, until my entire cock was buried deep inside her pussy again. "Oh God Mom, my cock is in your pussy. I'm fucking you!" I hissed, stating the obvious. Her warm and soft pussy flesh surrounded my cock, making me tremble with pleasure. I don't know if this had been her intention, but I couldn't be happier. It was a fantasy come true ... one that had been the fodder for my masturbation for a long time. While I wanted it to last, the stimulation was too much for me. "Mom," I hissed as my cock throbbed deep inside her pussy. "Oh, God, I'm going to cum," I warned. I wasn't sure if she was going to let me cum in her or not. There was a low grown that started deep in my mother's throat. I couldn't tell if it was excitement or frustration. But then, just as my balls sent my sperm hurtling up the shaft, she lifted up and let my cock slip out. My now squirting cock was trapped between her pussy and my stomach. While frustrating, the sensation of her warm pussy on my cock kept my cock squirting until I was totally drained. I gasped for breath, my eyes closed in pleasure. When I regained my senses, I realized that my mother was climaxing again. I looked between us and watched as she rubbed her clit on the shaft of my cock, smeared my sticky cum over my cock and stomach. When her trembling stopped she collapsed on top of me. It took some time before my mother raised her head. She said, "That wasn't supposed to happen." "Sorry," I lied. "Well we have to be careful in the future," she said, but there didn't seem to be a lot of conviction in her voice. "Yes," I agreed, relieved that she didn't blame me. "But you know that was the most wonderful feeling I have ever felt." Mom leaned to me and kissed my lips. When she pulled away, she said, "It was for me too, but I think that was going a little too far." Forbidden Love "Why," I asked bravely, "We've done almost everything else?" My mother rolled to her back and I followed, throwing my arm over her chest and leaning my head close to her. I saw her biting her lip. "I love you and you love me," I added, hoping that would weaken her resolve. She sighed. "I do love you," she said as she raised her hand to my cheek. "I don't know ... I'm confused right now," she said. "I've already let you ... let us do things no mother and son should ever do." "But since we have done those things, why can't we (I almost said fuck but caught myself) you know, make love?" Another sigh slipped from her lips. "Let me think about it." My face broke into a broad smile. "I didn't say we could," she admonished. "I said I need time to think about it." "I know," I returned with a gleam in my eyes. "You're getting pretty smug young man," she said with a serious face, but then she smiled. She glanced down and then reached for my suddenly hardening cock. "Amazing," she said when several strokes of her hand brought my cock to full erection. Then she pushed me onto my back and leaned over. "You need a good cleaning." With that she began to lick my stomach and balls, avoiding my cock, as she lapped up my cum. When that area was clean she lifted my cock to her mouth. "Mmmm," she groaned as she took the pulsing head into her mouth. I threw my head back and moaned in pleasure. My fingers rested on her head as she began to suck me. She used her hand on the shaft, moving it up and down as her mouth cleaned the cum residue. I closed my eyes and let her work on me. After the strong climax I just had, I knew I could go for a long time before I came again. I think my mom was counting on that. I had the distinct impression that she really loved sucking cock and I was more than willing to allow her that pleasure. It took about twenty minutes before I felt the rumblings in my balls again. I knew that I didn't have to warn her this time, but I said, "I'm going to cum in a minute." I heard a moan of approval. I lifted my hips and pulled her head down gently. "Ahhhhh," I gasped as another load of cum blasted out of my cock. This time none of it escaped her mouth. My mom sucked up every drop, pumping my cock until there was nothing left in my young balls. A moment later she crawled up beside me and kissed my lips. I moaned when I tasted my cum on her lips and tongue. Then we slipped under the covers and she snuggled into my armpit. We were asleep in seconds. Chapter 11 The next day we arose early, had breakfast and headed down to the dock for our planned boat trip. My mom had arranged an all day trip on a large catamaran. There were about fifteen people on board. We sailed to a small island where we were allowed to sun on the beach (clothed) and snorkel the reefs around the island. Of course my mother was by far the prettiest woman there. My mom and I felt totally free to act as if we were newlyweds. We held hands, kissed, and generally acted like lovers. Certainly we received stares, but they were more likely from jealously then from our age difference. At one point we slipped down a trail to a gorgeous waterfall. There we stood in an alcove under the crashing water and kissed. With my mother's approval, I slipped my fingers into her tiny bikini and played with her pussy. However, she stopped me when I began to slip to my knees. "Later," she whispered as she pulled me to my feet. When we finally arrived back at the hotel we were exhausted. While I was more than willing to partake in a little sexual pleasure she convinced me to wait until the following morning, promising a reward. That sent my imagination into overdrive. We slept like logs that night with the windows open and the sound of the ocean waves crashing just yards from us. The next morning I was up early ... both my body and my cock. I slipped onto the patio wearing only a pair of shorts and sat down to relive the numerous dreams I had had about my mother last night. "Ah, there you are," my mother said as she stepped onto the patio a few minutes later. She was wearing a hotel bathrobe. "Hi, sleepyhead," I said, mimicking her from the other day. "Wow, I was out like a light last night," she said as she stretched her arms over her head. The action opened her robe allowing me to see her legs, all the way to her thighs. I reached over and grasped her thigh, running my hand upward until my fingers touched her bare pussy. Instead of admonishing me I felt my mother open her thighs slightly. I think we both moaned when my finger found her opening. My middle finger slipped into her seemingly always wet pussy. When I started sawing my finger in and out she grabbed my hand. "Let's go inside," she said. Then she took my hand and led me back into the bedroom. I stripped off my shorts in record time. My mother turned to me, looking directly into my eyes as she slipped off her robe. "Lay on the bed," she whispered almost breathlessly. I hurried to comply, wondering what she had in mind. I remembered her promise of a reward for waiting for sex until this morning. As I lay on my back my mother crawled onto the bed and knelt between my legs. Then she bent over and lovingly took my cock into her hands. As she gently stroked me she stared into my eyes. "I thought a lot about our relationship yesterday," she said. "I know this is crazy ... what we have done on this trip, the sexual relation we have developed ... all of it." "Mom," I said, but she put her hand up to stop me. "Let me finish. I love you and I know you love me and it is much more than just love between mother and son." I nodded my head, wondering where this was going. We had gone over this before. "I know you're thinking we have discussed this and you are obviously correct. But, bear with me. This ... this is difficult for me, because I have all these emotions going through me. Things like how wrong this is ... how dangerous this is ... where all of this is going ... a thousand things. But then I think about how much I love you and how much I love the things we have done and, incredibly, all those cautions go out the window. I look at this," she said, holding my cock up and looking at it with a look of true devotion. "I look at this beautiful cock and how it longs for me, and my willpower crumbles." My mother paused and stroked me several times bringing a large bubble of clear juice to the slit. As the bubble grew and began dribble down the side of my cock she said, "Look at how much it wants me. Wants to be inside me." My cock throbbed and I closed my eyes and moaned. I hoped I knew what was coming. "My pussy needs this cock. I've decided to let you fuck me. Will you do that? Will you fuck your mother?" My eyes sprang open. "Oh God, Mom," I gasped. "I take that as approval," she said. Then she bent over and took the head of my cock into her mouth. I started to tremble as I watched her suck my cock lovingly. When she pulled away the shaft was soaked with her saliva. "I think it's ready for me." With that she stood up on the bed and moved over me. There she squatted so that her pussy was just inches from my pulsing cock head. "My pussy is throbbing like you cock is. When you slipped it into me the last night I realized that it had been far too long since I had had a cock inside me. But I don't want just any cock. I want your cock ... my son's cock. It's so wrong, but I can't stop it. The fact that you came out of this pussy over eighteen years ago makes it so much more exciting. That is crazy I know." I opened my mouth but nothing came out. There was nothing left to say. I watched as my mother slowly lowered her hips until the head of my cock was touching her already wet pussy. Then she moved lower, taking the head into her. Her mouth opened as she stared into my eyes. "Oh, Mom," I gasped as she pushed lower. Inch by inch my cock slipped into my mother's pussy until it was all inside her again. And it felt as good as the first time. My mother paused with my cock inside her to my balls. Her eyes closed in pleasure. "Oh, Jerry, your cock feels so good inside me. It feels so big. I can feel the head touching my cervix. I've never had anything that deep before." I felt her pussy throb and squeeze my cock. I gritted my teeth to keep from shooting my load inside her that very minute. Still I didn't know how long I was going to last. My mother began to move upward with agonizing slowness. I watched my pussy wet cock slip out of her until only the head was left inside. Then with a groan she slammed back down. "Ahhhhh," I gasped over my mother's cry of pleasure. "Yes, fuck me ... fuck me," I cried without concern that the people in the room next door might hear. "Ah, ah, ah, ah," my mother hissed as she began to move up and down on my cock. "Yes, yes, yes," she screamed. I couldn't hold out very long. Her tight pussy and the excitement of knowing I was finally fucking my mother was too much for me. "Mom, Mom, Mom, I'm going to cum," I warned. I wondered again if she was going to let me cum inside her. Reading my mind she said, "It's okay ... cum in me ... cum in me, please. I need your cummmmm." That was all it took. I bellowed as I pushed my hips upward, forcing my cock as deeply as possible into my mother's willing pussy. Suddenly it felt like every drop of fluid in my body was draining out of me though my cock. Blast after blast of cum shot from me and deep into my mother. Somewhere in my pleasure I realized that she was climaxing as well. My spasms seemed to go on for a long time, but when I was finally drained I realized that my mother was still climaxing. I looked up at her lust-contorted face and my heart almost leaped out of my chest as the realization hit me; now we were more than mother and son, now we were truly lovers. My cock never grew soft as my mother shuddered through one climax after another. I knew that I could go on for a long time now. She bounced on my throbbing cock, swaying from sided to side, her head thrown back and her mouth opened wide. I watched her tits bounce up and down, almost as if they were moving in slow motion. Her nipples were as hard as pebbles. The slapping of her thighs and ass cheeks on my thighs echoed from the walls of the hotel room ... her grunts of pleasure blended with my own gasps. I let my mother work on me until she was near exhaustion. Finally I signaled that I was ready to climax. "Yes baby, cum in your mother's pussy. Fill me with your hot juice again. I want all of it. Please." I lifted my hips and bellowed as my second load of cum blasted from my balls. I wondered for a second where it was all coming from. But then my mind went blank as pleasure ripped through me. When my mother's and my climax finally ended she flopped onto me, pressing her still heaving breasts to my chest. I wrapped her in my arms and held her tight. Then I felt her sobbing. "What's wrong?" I asked, incredibly worried that she now regretted what we had just done. She pulled back and looked at me with her tear stained eyes. "It was so ... so incredible. I don't think I have ever had so many climaxes or one that lasted that long. It was like a tidal wave washing over me and it just kept buffeting me with pleasure, over and over. It was totally amazing. I love you more than you can ever know, sweetheart." She leaned down and kissed me. I moaned as her tongue went into my mouth. I felt my cock begin to harden inside her soaked pussy again. When she felt it she pulled back and looked at me with amazement. I smiled and shrugged my shoulders. Then I flipped her onto her back. "You fucked me, now it's my turn to fuck you." She laughed as she wrapped her legs around my waist and lifted her hips in answer ... or was it a challenge? I took it as the latter and began to pump my cock into her with a vengeance. "Yes, yes, yes, fuck me hard," my mother screamed. I did. The juice from my previous climaxes was splattering all over both of us. I fucked her until she climaxed three or four more times ... I lost count. Then I climaxed inside her for a third time. We both lay on the bed gasping for breath with me on top of her. I rolled off and pulled her into my arms. "I love you, I love you, I love you," I said over and over. My mother practically purred as I held her in my loving arms. After a while we crawled under the covers and snuggled until we fell asleep. It was barely light outside when I awaken from a sex dream. When I opened my eyes I realized it wasn't a dream. My mother was sucking my cock. I'm not sure what her plan was, but I wanted to fuck her again. I pulled her head from my cock and pushed her over until her back was toward me. From behind I slipped my cock into her still very wet pussy. I fucked her hard for at least an hour. She gasped out in pleasure and climaxed again and again. When the friction finally got to me I screamed that I was going to cum. She pushed her hips back into me and took my load of cum deep into her. Although it was mid-morning, we crawled back into the bed and fell asleep. I woke up first and realized the sun was well up in the sky. For a moment I thought of starting something again but decided to just watch my mother instead. Her face was serene as she slept with her head on the pillow. Her hair was a mess and her makeup smeared but she still looked beautiful. I reached over and brushed hair from her face. As I did she opened her eyes. She smiled and whispered dreamily, "What are you doing?" "Just looking at the woman I love." She smiled again sensually and closed her eyes. "I love you too, sweetheart," she whispered. Then she sighed and stretched her arms causing the sheet to fall from her large breasts. She pushed the sheet off her and looked down. A little frown crossed her face. "I'm a mess," she said. "You look beautiful to me," I said, thinking she was referring to her hair and makeup. "No, I mean down there," she answered with a laugh. "Oh," I answered a little embarrassed as I looked at her sperm covered pussy and thighs. It was still dripping from her pussy and her thighs were covered with the dried remains. "I can't believe how much cum you have in those balls, it's still coming out of me," she said. "I'm glad I can't get pregnant or I would surely be knocked up after last night." "You can't get pregnant because you are on the pill, right?" I asked, having assumed she was on the pill. "No, I'm not on the pill now. But I'm pretty sure I can't get pregnant anyway. I told you I wanted another baby but your father didn't. We had sex for several years without protection and nothing happened. I was never on the pill all those years. My heart suddenly leaped into my throat as I thought again of that day years ago when I went to the doctor's office with my father. I suddenly realized that my mother didn't know he had had a vasectomy. I must have had a strange look on my face because my mother said, "What's wrong?" "Mom, uh ... uh ... damn I don't if this is important but ... I don't know how to tell you this." "What?" she asked suddenly concerned. "Oh, shit. You didn't know. I mean you obviously didn't know that Dad ... that Dad had a vasectomy. It was around when I was ... uh let's see, we were just going to sell the old Buick, so I was ten." "What?" she gasped with raised voice. "You're kidding." "No. I went to the doctor's office with him. I didn't think much of it at ten. I was going to tell you ... tell you the other day, but I didn't think it was important." I saw my mother's face turn as white as a sheet. "That son-of-a-bitch, he never told me that," she snarled. "Damn him to hell, that was when we were trying to have another child," she added, her anger blocking out the reality of the risk we had just taken by my cumming inside her. "What are we going to do?" I said in panic. She looked at me for a moment without comprehending. Then her eyes opened wide. "Oh," she gasped. "I'm sorry," I said. Her face showed her concern but she tried to hide it. "It's not your fault. You didn't know," she said with incredible calmness considering the situation. Then she sighed and said, "Well, we can't do much at this point. I think it is a pretty remote possibility that I would get ... uh ... get pregnant from the first time. I mean it has been a lot of years and as women get older it is harder to get pregnant. Unlike men and their sperm, women only have so many eggs and the number dwindles as they age. Plus, I don't think it's my fertile period." I didn't entirely understand all that she was saying, and I wasn't sure she believed it, but I certainly hoped it was true. "I'll get on the pill as soon as we get home." Then she added, "Your father made our life miserable for so many years, let's not let him ruin our vacation now." I smiled. "I can do that." I saw what I thought was a worried expression from on my mother's face, but it disappeared quickly when she said, "Good, let's go to the beach and relax." Chapter 12 My mother and I were lying on the beach naked when she sat up and stared at a woman, also naked, walking up the beach. When she was a few feet away my mother gasped. At the same moment, the woman saw my mother. "Teresa," the woman said as she stopped and stared at my mother. "Stephanie?" "Yes. Oh my God, it is you, Teresa." My mother jumped up and suddenly as I stood there watching the two women hugged. I hadn't missed the fact that the woman was gorgeous, but I had no idea who she was. Suddenly I felt my cock start to twitch. I had to will myself not to get excited. "Oh, I'm sorry," my mother said, turning to me. "Stephanie, this is ... uh ... this is," she said and paused. I realized that she was struggling to introduce me ... I mean we were both naked on the beach and I was her son. I wanted to help, but had no idea what to say either. Stephanie looked at me and then back at my mother. "What's going on? You have a boyfriend that maybe hubby doesn't know about," she said with a laugh. "I can keep a secret." "No, my husband left me years ago." "Oh, I'm sorry," Stephanie said and looked at me with what could only be considered a naughty smile. She knew how old my mother was and it was obvious that I was much younger. She apparently thought I was some type of gigolo. "Step, this is... is my son, Jerry." Stephanie's eyes opened wide as she reached out her hand to me. She looked at my face and then down at my half hard cock. "Your son is on the beach naked with you? My little Teresa who was embarrassed when the girls got naked in the shower, is on a public beach naked with her son? I would have never believed it if I hadn't seen it with my own eyes," she laughed. My face turned as red as my mother's. "Quite a young man," she said, scanning my body once again. "Not your type," my mother said. "Maybe, and maybe not. It's been a long time since I've seen something like him." My face turned redder. Stephanie could see she was embarrassing us and changed the subject. "I was heading up to the room to change. I'm down here by myself for a week. Any interest in having dinner one night?" "Ah ... well Jerry and I were planning on going to the Flamingo tonight, ... but what about tomorrow night?" my mother said, looking to me for approval. I shrugged. Who was I to deny my mother the pleasure of going to dinner with her sexy, gorgeous, and incredibly well built friend. "We'll meet you in the lobby at six tomorrow night. I'll set up the reservations," my mother said. "Great. I can't wait to catch up on what's been happening in your life," Stephanie said, glancing at me again and raising her eyebrows. My mother and Stephanie kissed each other on the lips and Stephanie left. I watched her gorgeous ass as she walked away from us. I was surprised to see that my mother was watching too. Forbidden Love My fingers clicked on the keys loudly as I typed my fantasies out for the man I was talking to online. This had been going on for over a month now, and both of us were getting tired of pleasuring ourselves and were talking about taking the next step. Meeting. I needed to finally feel a warm throbbing dick part my pussy lips. I was so horny; it was all I could do to wait for him to get online every day. I still hadn't shared with him that I was a virgin. Funny, I was ready to loose my virginity to a total stranger in my late mother and fathers home. Wouldn't they be proud! At 18, I was still so young and inexperienced in the ways of love. But that didn't stop me from pleading for him to come over and show me for real what he had been promising for ages. He wanted to know my favorite fantasy. "I think the trill of a kidnap/rape would send me over the edge. It makes me hot just thinking about someone unknown taking my virginity." There I had told him. He didn't comment though so I let it go and he proceeded to tell me exactly what he would love to do to me, as my fingers rubbed my clit. I opened the door, and stumbled through the dark hallway fumbling for a light. I knew I was getting close, but I suddenly smelled something sweet and couldn't keep my eyes open. I don't know how long I was out, but when I woke up I couldn't tell where I was or see anything. My head was still a little groggy, like I was waking up from a hangover. I felt a breeze sweep across me and realized that I wasn't wearing any clothes. I couldn't move my arms or legs; I realized I was tied down. I was bare ass naked spread out, waiting for god knows what. "I see you've decided to join the party." A male voice said close to my ear. I hadn't heard him approach. "You have such pretty blond hair. Just like I imagined." "What do you want? I'll give you anything you want if you just let me go." Trying to pull away from his touch, I pleaded desperately; almost knowing it would be no use. "You're right. You will give me what ever I want, or I will take it." He kissed my nipple, which hardened in response. I willed myself not to respond to his touches, but my body seemed to have taken on a mind of its own. "You like that don't you. You like having your nipples sucked." I slightly struggled under his lips, but my body still responded to his kisses. I felt his hand across my belly, traveling downward. "Please, no." I whispered as his fingers parted my pussy lips. "Sweetheart, your body is telling me different than those pretty lips are." He said as he rubbed my wet pussy gently before sliding one finger deep into me. I know I moaned, but I couldn't help it. "I bet you like having fingers in your sweet pussy. I bet you love a good dick sliding through these lips." "No. I've never..." I trailed off as he sent an unknown sensation through my body from his touches. It felt so wet around his fingers, so good. "I bet you love it when a man eats you out. Licks those pretty pussy lips, sticks his tongue into you, makes you cum in his mouth." I squirmed as he pushed another finger into my pussy. "You're so tight baby, I'm gonna love pushing my dick in you and shooting my sperm into your pussy over and over again." "Please no. I'm in the middle of my cycle; please do shoot it in me. I don't want to get pregnant." He silenced me as he covered my mouth with his and slipped his tongue into my mouth. Kissing me like I'd never been kissed while pulling his fingers in and out of me. I felt his bare chest against mine as he slid down to my hard nipples. I felt a hardness against my exposed thigh as he kissed down my belly and settled his mouth on my pussy, licking around his fingers and then stopping to torture my clit with his tongue. I was moaning loudly, trying to push my pussy to him. I couldn't believe I wanted this to happen to me. It just felt so good, like nothing I'd ever felt before. "Your begging for me to fuck you, aren't you." I felt him lift up and settle between my legs, and then I felt something smooth and hard caress my pussy. There was no condom covering him. "No," I whispered. He pushed a little and the head of his penis slid into me. It was so huge; nothing I would have imagined could ever fit there. "Oh," I cried out as he slowly lowered into me until he felt my hymen. He pulled back and quickly thrust through it causing me to cry out. But the pain was quickly replaced with pleasure when he thrust deeper and deeper into my virgin cunt. He moaned a little as he fucked me. "I like your virgin pussy Kara. I'm gonna give you all my cum. I'm gonna make you mine." "No." I moaned as his dick pulled out then slammed back in. Pulling at my nipples with his mouth, He pounded into my pussy and all of the sudden I fells tingly all over and I knew I was about to cum. "Ahhhhhh oh yes!" I screamed. "Cum on my dick baby, cum for me Kara. Oh yes! I'm cumming Kara. I'm cumming all in your virgin pussy." I felt him swell against my clinched pussy and release his load into me over and over again. Finally he collapsed beside me, gently stroking my tender breasts. I fell asleep feeling our juices slowly trickle down my crack. When I woke up the next morning, my legs had been untied. I moved them a little and noticed I was a little tender around my pussy. Then the night before flooded back to me. I felt my pussy get a little wet. "Thinking about what I did to you last night?" The unknown man asked as he touched my pussy. I felt the head of his penis touching my pussy again and my pussy getting wetter. Why did my body like this, I kept asking myself, knowing that all of me liked it. He easily slid his manhood into my warm pussy. "You want me to cum in you again, don't you Kara." "No" I cried out, and then moaned. It felt so good, having him in me. I didn't know when I had ever felt such bliss. How could rape be so enjoyable? What was I thinking? This was no longer rape! He was pumping into me faster now, grinding his pelvic bone against my clit sending me into an orgasm. "Ohhhh, Ieeeeee." "I knew you liked my dick, baby. I knew you ached to be fucked." He thrust harder and faster, and then he came in me again sending his sperm into the depths of my vagina. Breathing heavily he fell onto the bed beside me. "If I would do anything for you, what would you ask for?" He asked me softly, and I thought for a minute. "Just tell me who you are and why you are doing this to me." I demanded. I felt his hands gently touch my face and then I could see. It took a moment for my eyes to adjust to the light and then I searched for my attacker. My eyes locked onto a familiar pair of eyes. "I'm the one you were talking to online. I got up the nerve to search you out, imagine my surprise to find out it was you. Then you started wanting me to meet you and the sex talk got more personal and graphic. I couldn't stay away Kara, I had to make love to you." "I was a virgin. You were my first." I whispered. He untied my hands and held me close. "I know. I'm so sorry if it wasn't good." I looked into his eyes, instantly knowing he was "the one" I had always been waiting for. "No it was wonderful. You even worked out my fantasy. I'm so hot for you right now. Fuck me Ryan." I touched his penis with my hand for the first time and actually saw how large it was. "You are so big, but it feels so good buried up inside me." "Your pussy is so tight baby, I've never felt anything so tight. It is very hard not to cum too quickly." "I always want you to cum inside me. Promise none of your sperm will be wasted!" I kissed him. His tongue and mine joined and the kiss deepened. "I promise." His dick was now hard in my hand so I spread my legs and he rolled over on top of me. I wrapped my legs around his waist pulling him closer, begging him to enter me. He pushed into me and groaned. "Your pussy is so beautiful Kara. So pretty and tight." "Fuck me Ryan." "Any time cousin." He moaned. "You're mine now!" "Yes Ryan. I'm yours!" I moaned with his thrusts. "You're gonna have my babies Kara. You're gonna be pregnant before long with my child." He thrust faster in me and I knew he was close. "Cum in me Ryan. Cum in your baby cousin." That was all it took and he was jerking, spewing his semen into my waiting cunt. I had an orgasm at that moment pulling all his semen into me. I screamed out, "Oh Ryyyyyyaaaaaaannnnnn." Spent, we both were breathing heavily. "Are we in my basement?" "Yeah," Ryan laughed. "Good thing you don't have any neighbors close to you. They would have come running when you just screamed my name." I laughed a little. "What are we going to do now? I don't want this to end." "Me either." He then hesitantly said, "I think I love you Kara. Like a man loves a woman." He looked deep into my eyes. "Then don't ever leave." I said. "Make your life here with me." "Are you serious Kara?" He asked. "Yes. We have no family left besides each other, so no one would know that we are cousins. And like you've pointed out, there are no curious neighbors hanging around trying to but into our business. Move in with me." I demanded. His eyes caressed me with adoration. "Anything you want." So it was settled. I was finally sexually satisfied and lying in the arms of my lover. Forbidden Love "I swear to you Julie he's the best I've ever been with. My panties get wet when I see him and he can make me cum just by kissing my breasts. Boys have never paid attention to my top I guess because I'm so small up there but he swears he loves my tiny tittys and that he can't keep his lips off my nipples." "Susan I didn't even know you're seeing anyone, what's his name, come on girl spill." "I can't he's, ah, married..." "Well you can at least tell me where you met him. You are really just a little slut, dating a married man." Julie laughed and I knew she was kidding, "I met him through my brother and that is all I'm going to say on that subject." I just couldn't tell Julie the truth that I was much worse than a slut that I was going to hell. No I was much worse off than someone dating a married man, I was in love with my big brother and I was too far gone to do anything about it. How did it happen, we had a normal childhood, I teased him he ignored me and when he didn't we fought like, well like brother and sister. Then came summer, I was back from my first year at college and at nineteen I thought I was a woman of the world. Jason was already home from school and the first thing I noticed about him was how much he'd filled out in a year. He was no longer that skinny kid, now he looked like a man. The first weekend mom and dad were going to the cabin but both Jason and I begged off saying we wanted to catch up with our friends that first weekend. I went out but it didn't take me long to see my hometown was no college town, it was the same boring stuff that it was when I left. I was home early and surprised to find Jason there too. It was funny he felt the same as I about our town. He was sitting on the couch just ready to turn on the tube and he asked me to join him. I told him I found TV to be boring and he informed me at his school they turned TV into a drinking game. I had nothing better to do so I joined him. "OK here are the rules, every time they ask Vanna for a vowel you have to take a drink, every time someone guesses wrong you have to take a drink, and every time someone guesses right you have to take two drinks." I was drunk before the show was half over, "I can't play anymore I'm already wasted." He asked me what we did for fun and I said truth or dare. "I'll start; I dare you to take two drinks, that way maybe you'll catch up to me." He took his two drinks then said it was his turn. When he said truth or dare, I took truth, so he asked me if I was still a virgin. I laughed and said that was my first assignment when I got to college. When he laughed so hard at my corny joke, I knew he was drunk also. Now it was my turn and when he said truth, I asked, "So who is the one girl here in town that you wished you had slept with?" He stopped smiling and for a moment, I thought I pissed him off. "Sis I don't think I can tell you that one..." "Oh no I barged in truth or dare is a sacred game and you must tell the truth." I hadn't noticed we were sitting so close until he leaned over and kissed me, "You're the one I wished I had slept with." "But, but you can't mean that I mean we're..." He put a finger to my lips, "I know it's just you said I had to tell the truth." "Then I dare you to kiss me again." I felt the fire from his kiss igniting passion I didn't even know I was capable of and it felt so good. He undressed me in our front room, the room we had played in as children, did our homework in. He told me he had wanted me since he had come home last summer to my eighteenth birthday party and he told me I was beautiful. I reached for him and told him I had spied on him last summer at the cabin when he and Jenny did it at the beach. I said I saw his erection and was so jealous of Jenny I have not spoken to her since. We left our clothes in a pile and went to my bedroom but as it was unchanged from my childhood, it just didn't seem right so we went to his room. We didn't speak as he took me so gently and yet with so much passion I came and came again. Later we lay still silent afraid to break the spell. We slept naked entwined in his bed and in the morning, I took him in my mouth. I didn't tell him it was my first time but when he warned me her was near I did it harder for I wanted to taste him, to feel it on my tongue. We next showered together and again he told me how much he loved my tiny breasts. I looked down at him kissing and sucking my nipples and it felt so good I just let go and came. I can't say where we go from here and we're both too afraid of the future even to think about it. Jason says we should run away to a foreign country where no one will know we're brother and sister instead of husband and wife. It's just the thought of what it would do to our parents that keeps me from agreeing with him. Right now all I can think about is this summer and every minute I can steal to be alone with the only man I can ever love. Forbidden Love Ever since Kelsey Fludd's ex-boyfriend Cobey left her, his best friend Edward Chipman has been there for her. Now with the breakup behind her, the last thing Kelsey is looking for is commitment, she just wants to play. With her newfound freedom, Kelsey realizes that Edward; who is every woman's dream bad boy, could become one of her new playmates. Since Edward and Cobey are best friends, Edward will not make a move because he does not believe that Kelsey is over Cobey....or that she is capable of having a fling as she claims. Determined to convince Edward otherwise, Kelsey devises a seductive plan. She tells him that she is going to take up drawing portraits again and asked him to pose for her....shirtless. Edward agrees, he wants to see Kelsey happy. However, when he shows up at her place, he discovers the much naughtier hobby she would rather take up. Kelsey settled onto the couch and arranged her sketchpad and pencils on her lap, trying not to stare as Edward undid the buttons of his shirt. However, when he took it off to reveal his muscled, golden brown chest and stomach, she could not help but look. "Sitting or standing?" he asked Setting the materials down, Kelsey stood and crossed the 10 feet that separated them. "Let me move you" She guide him to the carpet and positioned him on his side in front of the fireplace, head propped up slightly against the curve of one arm. She pressed her fingers against his outer thigh to roll his hip forward. With her hand only inches from his ass, she flashed him a playful smile. "Were you like this with Cobey?" he asked. No! No talk of Cobey. Not now. However, if she sidestepped the question, Edward might think she was being cagey because she still was not over Cobey, and she had to prove she was. Trying to keep her voice casual, she asked, "like what?" "Confident. Sexy. Impossible to resist." Impossible to resist....much like the ridged, glistening muscles of his chest and abdomen. The sight caused heat to flare between Kelsey's legs, vanquishing all thoughts of her ex-boyfriend "No one's ever made me feel the way you do" "And how's that, Kelsey?" She figured it was now or never to lay her cards on the table. Looking straight into his deep, brown eyes, she said "Like climbing on top of you and riding you all night long." Surprise flashed in Edward's eyes. "What?" she asked "Did not think I had it in me to be naughty?" "Actually," he said, "no, I always thought you were a good girl." "You don't know me as well as you think you do," she challenged. Edward sat up so that they were face to face. "You really want to do this, Kelsey? I'm not looking for a girlfriend, and I do not want to ruin our friendship." She reached out and trailed a finger down his bare chest, stopping to swirl it around the outline of his cock through his pants. "I do not want anything serious either. I want a friend with benefits Edward flashed her a wicked smile and said, "That's my specialty." In one swift motion, he took her by the shoulders and flipped her over so that she lay sandwiched between his thighs on the carpet. With on hand Edward pinned her hands above her head, and with the other, he pulled off her top and unhooked her bra. Lowering his mouth to her breast, he flicked his tongue over her nipple. Kelsey wiggled beneath him, lifting her hip and rubbing herself against him. "Mmmm....Edward," she sighed "So good." "This is what you want Kelsey. What you deserve." Cupping her breast in his free hand, he gave her nipple a gentle pinch. Kelsey moaned as his hand moved down her body to unbutton her pants and push them off. His fingers settled between her legs to stroke her slowly, and Kelsey's breath caught in her throat. She bent her knees and separated her legs to give him better access. "Yes," Kelsey panted. Working her hip, she moved against his hand, her ankles bumping against his spine as she roped her legs around his lower back. She reached out and felt his rock-hard cock through his pants, and she longed to feel him inside her. "We need a condom," Edward said. "In my bedside table...top drawer," Kelsey gasped. Edward hurried into the bedroom, returning a moment later with a condom in hand. He unbuttoned his pants and kicked them off as he tore open the wrapper and put on the condom. Balancing himself above Kelsey again, he nudged the tip of his cock against her opening. They gasped in unison when he drove all the way inside her. Edward gritted his teeth as he forced himself to move in slow, deep strokes. Desperate for him to go faster, Kelsey gripped his sides and drove her hips up and into his. Edward responded by increasing the pace of his thrusting. When he slipped his hand between their bodies, Kelsey knew she could not hold out much longer. She cried out as a powerful climax hit her. Moments later Edward's body shuddered as his orgasm racked his body. He thrust into her one last time, calling her mane as he did so. For a few seconds, they lay in silence as they struggle to catch their breath. Kelsey could not help the blissful smile that spread her lips. Seeing it, Edward smiled as well and tapped his finger on the tip of her nose. The intimate gesture and the way it made her heart jump startled Kelsey. Before she could figure out what to make of it, Edward rolled onto his back. "You are by far the best friend with benefits I ever had," he said. Forbidden Love This is the back story to blood and ice to better understand the story I do suggest you read it first it this story ends where Blood and Ice starts. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I walked around father sword drawn. When we clashed, our sword battles were legendary. Though father never won, it didn't stop him from trying. This was how we were after nearly a thousand years. We developed a pattern, I would fly with grandfather in the morning, then sword practice and drinks in grandfather's room. If father was not knocked out he would join us. He lunged at me with a deathly blow, but I easily blocked it, grabbing his sword I wrenched it from his grip and slammed it into the wall just missing my uncle James. "Sorry James, I didn't see you" I said, cringing "Not to worry I am immortal after all" he said smiling We couldn't help but laugh. That night father joined us for drinks. Everything was going fine until grandfather mentioned something that was a very sore subject with my father- his brother Gabriel. "Father! I don't want to talk about him. He's dead and gone," Father stormed. With a deathly look in his eyes "I don't see why not, he was your brother" Grandfather said. I looked at James who just shrugged his shoulders I knew where this was going so I put my drink down and walked out "Alexandria where are you going?" father asked "I am not staying to listen to the two of you bickering like a married couple. Honestly you would think after a thousand years you could try and get along" I shouted as I stormed out of the room I was so angry at the pair of them. Why cant they get along? I barged into the library. It's what I usually did when one of them annoyed me. I looked at the books and was skimming the titles when a flicker of light caught my eye I walked over. There was a crack at the edge of the bookcase I slid my hand in and pulled it open enough to allow me to slip inside. I was met by a narrow stair case lined with candles. I picked up my dress and walked down the stairs. It was obvious someone was here. The stairs opened up to a small room which was lined with rolled up documents. I slid the nearest one out of its shelf as I unrolled it. I felt a twinge in my stomach that I hadn't felt in over a thousand years- a vision I was flying over fields of the greenest grass I had ever seen. I felt lighter than air. The castle loomed up ahead. It looked different, it didn't look as battered and old. It seemed new, as if it had just been built a small village surrounded the castle. I floated down to one of the houses, I could hear someone being shouted at. "Alexander get up this instant!" a women yelled. I thought I was going to have to cover my ears out of fear she would burst my eardrums. "I am up mother no need to yell at me," a young man said from behind me. He passed right through me. Tt was obvious that he didn't know I was there "Eat up. If you're late again, they will beat you again and I am not looking after you this time!" his mother was yelling at him "Mother I won't be late" he said in between shovelling food into his mouth. He wiped his hands and sped out of the door. I floated along side him. For what ever the reason I was to follow him. He ran towards the castle and bolted towards the kitchen. He tried to stop himself but the floor was wet and he skidded and ran into a women. He quickly disentangled himself mumbling an apology "It's ok. Why are you in a hurry?" she asked her green eyes sparkling reminding me of my daughter. "I'm late for my work" he said, helping the women to her feet. "You'd best be on your way. I hear the kitchen master has a deadly temper." she said, smiling. "You could say that." he mumbled. She giggled at that. Alexander smiled, "I am sorry that I knocked you off your feet." "It was worth it," she whispered. Alexander smiled, "I had best go. It was nice to meet you," he said kissing her hand. "And you too," she said. Alexander sped into the kitchen. "You're late!" a male voice bellowed. "I'm sorry sir. I didn't mean to be," Alexander mumbled. Stumbling over his words "If it wasn't for the fact I need you, I would have you beaten black and blue!" he screamed into Alexander's face. I felt sorry for him. He was given a bucket of water and a wash cloth and told to go into the great hall. I watched as he slaved away, washing the floor in the throne room, the sweat was running down his back. He had almost finished, when three people walked in. One was the female from earlier. Out of the two others, one must have been her father the other was a young man about Alexander's age. The girl looked over and smiled as she walked over. "Hi, did you get into trouble?" she asked. He stood and smiled, "Nothing I couldn't handle." "I don't believe we were introduced. I am Aislinn" she said, extending her hand. Alexander took it and kissed it "I am Alexander," he said. "That's a nice name," Aislinn said "Not as nice as-" he didn't get to finish his sentence as the young man who was with her father strode across and punched him in the jaw. "How dare you touch the princess!" he yelled. His eyes flashing with malice "Forgive me I didn't know." he said, picking himself off the floor casting his eyes downward. The young man spat at Alexander "Filth!! You should be out of sight and not near royalty." Alexander flinched when he was spat at but didn't do or say anything. "Come your highness. Let's get you away from such filth," he said, pulling Aislinn's arm. She wrenched her self from his grasp "I don't think so. I want nothing more to do with you Jacob if that is how you treat people," she said. "But he is filth," he said frowning puzzled. "He is one of my subjects and without them we are nothing," she retorted. "So what of our arrangement?" he asked. "It's off," she said, plainly. "Aislinn you cant do that," her father said. "I just did," she said folding her arms. She said it in a way that reminded me of myself. I had to smile. "Aislinn reconsider," her father said. "No I will not if he treats his subjects like that what will he do to me?" she asked. The young man looked flabbergasted. Alexander had to try and not laugh. When he saw that Alexander was stifling a laugh, he saw red. He walked over and grabbed him by the hair and dragged him outside to a post which had chains on it. Alexander's wrists were put in each shackle and his shirt ripped off his back. Jacob was handed a whip which he swung over his head Alexander looked up. Aislinn was in the crowd that had gathered. She looked like she was going to cry Alexander yelled in pain every time he was lashed with the whip. I counted twelve. On the thirteenth strike, Aislinn ran over to Alexander just as the strike fell. She protected Alexander from the lash and took it herself. Her scream echoed through the village. Jacob stopped and she clung to Alexander. "I'm sorry this is my fault," she whispered, wincing from the pain. "You have nothing to be sorry for your highness" Alexander whispered back panting. Aislinn stood and faced Jacob defiantly. "This is how you treat people?" she said softly. "He laughed at me," Jacob said. "So if I laughed at you, would you do the same to me?" she asked. His face fell the king stepped in "Aislinn are you alright?" he asked. "Fine father," she said. "Jacob you have overstayed your welcome I don't want to see you back here again," he said calmly. "This isn't over," he said through his clenched teeth. The king walked over and undid Alexander's chains he fell to the floor in a heap "Tend to his wounds and get him home," the king said with a wave of his hand. Aislinn rushed over and helped him up. His back was a mess. They took him to the castle and washed his back. I saw him grit his teeth as they did so. Two guards brought him home where he got an ear bashing from his mother while his his father sat at the fireside. He lowered himself into a chair beside his father. "What was it this time?" his father asked evenly. Looking disappointed "Some pompous jackass was getting grief from the princess and I laughed. It was funny how she floored him," he said smiling "You've seen the princess?" his father asked, his eyes wide with shock. "Yeah. She's beautiful father," he said smiling. "Son, you know she must marry either the general or someone from the council," his father said gravely. "Father don't worry. There is no way she's even remotely interested in me. I am a floor scrubber," Alexander said. "I'm just reminding you son," he said smiling. A small knock came at the door. Alexander's mother rushed over. "Hello?" she said. "Yes of course. Come in, your highness," she said. Alexander looked around and there stood Aislinn. Both Alexander and his father stood at rapt attention, though I did notice Alexander grinding his teeth a bit "Do you mind if I talk to Alexander alone please?" Aislinn asked quietly. Both Alexander's parents bowed and left. His father giving him a squeeze on the shoulder. "How are you?" she asked, unsure of the response. "A little sore, but none the worse for wear. It is not my first beating, your highness," he said with a smile. "I heard, and please Alexander, just call me Aislinn," she said with a warm smile. Alexander smiled "Very well, Aislinn." She produced a small pouch "Here take this. It should help with the pain. Just heat it in water and drink the broth." "You are too kind Aislinn," he said taking the pouch "I had better be getting back. I hope you recover soon," she said with a smile. Alexander smiled and kissed the back of her hand, "I hope so too," he said. Aislinn went to walk out of the door. Just before she reached it, she stopped and turned around. With a soft expression on her face. The next thing I knew, she had launched herself onto Alexander and was kissing the life out of him Alexander wrapped his arms around her and kissed her deeply in return. She detached herself from his lips hurriedly. "I'm sorry. I don't know what came over me," she said blushing, still in Alexander's arms. "Don't be. I am not even though I know you will be with someone else," Alexander said with saddened eyes. "But I don't want to be with anyone else," she whispered earnestly. Alexander looked at her. "What do you mean?" he asked, not daring to believe his ears. "I want you and I don't care what you are. In the brief time I met you, I was far more impressed with you than any other man I know. I can't be with you but I want you," she said looking up at Alexander's eyes. "What if we kept it a secret?" Alexander asked, his eyes full of hope. "If my father finds out, he might kill you" Aislinn said fearfully. "I don't care. You're worth the risk." "Really?" "I would give my life just to have you in my arms for a day. I cant explain it but I feel pulled to you." "And I you, Alexander," she said and she kissed him. "You had best go meet me tomorrow in the forest at midnight, there's a clearing not to far in meet me there" Alexander said. "I will be there," she said giving him one last kiss. As she went out the door, Alexander watched her go. A member of the council was waiting for her. She waved at Alexander. He waved back as I watched them, I realised what I was seeing our past. I wondered why I was seeing this. There must have been something that I was meant to see. I felt sad as I knew their fate. The vision changed. It was night time. Alexander was waiting at the edge of the forest. A figure appeared, cloaked. Alexander put his arm around her and guided her into the forest. I followed. "Were you followed?" Alexander asked urgently. "No. I used the servants entrance," Aislinn said. He smiled and lowered her hood, kissing her deeply. "Come. I was looking for a perfect spot and I think I found it," he said, pulling her along. They came to a large cave that was hidden underneath a tree. "This is where we will meet," Alexander said. It was obvious that he had been there earlier that day for there were candles lining the cave wall. "It's lovely" Aislinn said, her eyes open in wonder. "I hoped you would like it," Alexander said, smiling. He pulled Aislinn into his arms and removed her cloak. Sliding his hands over her, he lowered her to the ground. "Do you want me?" he asked. "Yes," she replied breathlessly, her eyes shining with love. I watched them as they striped each other and Alexander lay on top of Aislinn. "This may hurt a little," Alexander said between kisses, a tender concern in his tone. "It's ok," Aislinn said. With one fluid movement he entered her she gripped him tightly with her flesh. "I'm sorry Aislinn," he peppered her with kisses not moving. Allowing her to get used to him. "It's ok now," she said. Alexander smiled and started to move. I watched them as they made love they moved with such fluidity. I knew they were meant to be together. It was the same with me when I first made love to peter, I knew he was the one for me. It must be a raider thing knowing right away who the one for you is. Aislinn gripped Alexander I knew she was trying to be careful of his back which still looked raw. Alexander's movements became fast and jerky. They came in unison. No one moved for a long time. They just looked at each other. Alexander nuzzled Aislinn kissing her. "I love you Aislinn," he whispered so softly that it I was barely able to hear it. "I love you to Alexander," she whispered back. I looked at them with sadness in my heart. I knew they had started down a path of which there would be no return. A path that I would one day pick up. I couldn't help but wonder what exactly happened, but I knew they would suffer. I shed a tear for the forbidden love they had started. Forbidden Love He was falling for this beautiful creature, writhing underneath him. The smell of her skin was a sweet perfume that called to him in the dark. He could feel her pleasure mounting and with a few more hard thrusts, they were sharing the orgasm together with her screaming out his name and clenching tightly around him. He fell off her then, lying on his side, watching her breathing become normal again. God she was beautiful, if only he could figure out how to keep her there, his life would complete. His heart fell when she started to get out of bed. "Stay", he said. "You know I can't." she replied, and smiled at him sadly. "You knew this was never meant to be, I shouldn't be here and neither should you." She was right and he knew it. It tightened something in his chest, knowing that she had to leave, that she had to go back to "reality" as she liked to call it. The fact was that she was married. It wasn't always the happiest marriage, but she refused to leave her husband. They had children together and while he was a great father and provider, there had always been something missing. He knew that she felt guilty over their relationship, that she was cheating on her husband and he could tell that it was eating her apart inside. He should end it all here and now, but he couldn't. She was exquisite. It wasn't just her body either, everything about her spoke to him. Her mind, her smile and oh god her laugh, her laugh undid him every time. He lay there; watching her get dressed, not knowing what to do. He certainly didn't want her to leave and had told her on several occasions, but he couldn't stop her either. He would let her go every time, just to keep her happy. He could no longer remember how he met her, it had been so long ago, but they had struck up a very quick friendship. It wasn't long before not a day would go by where they wouldn't text or chat with each other. They shared everything, they knew each other the way very few others did. He was content with being a friend and so was she until she had a bit too much to drink one night while they were out together. She blurt out that she had feelings for him and how they scared and confused her. It was then, that he realized he felt the same way, taking her into the circle of his arms, he tried to provide comfort. That was the first time they ended up in bed together. It was new and exciting and the sex was incredible. He let her take the lead, trying very hard not to push her into anything she didn't want to do. They're relationship grew from there, sneaking off whenever they could to share the feel of each other's naked body, which is what they had just done. She was dressed now, and heading for the door when he got up and stopped her. He turned her around and pressed his lips to hers, wrapping his arms around her waist. The kiss grew and when she started kissing his chest, her clothes were quickly being removed once more. She pushed him back towards the bed, pressing soft kisses along his neck and chest. She got down on her knees in front of him and flicked the tip of him with her tongue before taking him into her mouth as far as he could. She could feel him shudder and let out a slow steady breath. He fisted his hand into her hair as she continued her gentle sucking of his dick. She would take him down as far as possible before coming back up, swirling her tongue around his length as she did. When she decided she was done, she started kissing her way back up his stomach, to his chest and neck and back to his mouth. She pushed him down on the bed then, before straddling him. "God I want you," he moaned. "Please take me." And she did. She lowered herself down upon him as he wrapped her arms around her. They started matching each other's pace, she moved down as he would move up. She sat up a bit, taking him in deeper, moaning loudly as her orgasm grew. Their pace increased and she was almost to edge when he pushed her off of him and onto the bed. He was between her legs, running his tongue along her clit, driving a finger deep inside, running over her spot just once before her orgasm crashed over her. He could feel her gripping his finger as he continues to suck and lick at her clit. She was screaming her pleasure now, calling out his name and he smiled. He loved hearing his name fall from her mouth. He pulled himself forward, moving his mouth to her breast, pulling a nipple into it before flicking it with his tongue. He decided to flip her over and move in behind her, pulling her close as he slowly entered her once more. He could feel her shudder again as she started nibbling at her neck, his pace slowly increasing with each thrust. He was slamming into her when she cried out, calling his name again as he felt him start to swell within her. He was only seconds behind her, spilling himself within, crying out himself. They collapsed down on the bed, slowly relearning how to breathe when she started giggling. "Wow," she said. "You could say that again sweetie," he replied. He rolled to his side, supporting his head with one hand, while tracing along her body with a finger from his other hand, watching her shiver as he did so. She snuggled into closer to him, taking his hand and placing it around her. "I wish you could hold onto me forever, I don't want to have to leave." He leaned down and kissed her forehead. He knew the feeling. Forbidden Love My name is Nabiha Ali Khan. I was lucky to be born with all you could desire in life. I am a beautiful, dark eyed girl with tanned flawless skin and long black hair. I am 5 feet 7" and my large breasts,cup at a size of 36D. My parents are dead and they left me with lots of money and power. My father's last wish was that I get my degree and take over the business. I was their only child so everything was mine. I was an obedient kid and started collage. The first year was great and my parents were happy for me but... then they were killed in an accident. I had nothing left to care for in my life. Most of my relatives and my friends were coming to comfort me, others only wanted my money. My friend, Honey, was there to take care of me also. Ten days after my parents' funeral, my friend Honey took me on a trip to Canada. Canada was filled with friendly people. One night Honey thought that we should visit a club. I had never done that before but I agreed anyway, wanting something to make me forget. I was wearing black slakes and a white shirt. When we arrived Honey met some of her friends and a tall beautiful girl came my way. "Hi! I am Irum Murtaza. Are you Nabiha?" She said. "Yes." I answered and she introduced herself as one of Honey's good friends. She had seen my pictures on Facebook and read my posts about my parents. She gave me her condolences and this begun new friendship. She was in the last year of her doctors degree and will be practicing in Pakistan afterwards. After one month of vacation I began to feel better. The day before departure, we decided to go to the club again. We all dressed sexy and were ready to rock the world. I was dancing and drinking. I started rubbing myself making myself even more aroused. Irum stood right in front of me and suddenly I was straddling her lap. She held my shoulders and with her black intoxicating eyes peering into mine. There was lust in her eyes and my body was on the verge of exploding. In my mind I saw the face of my Subuhi and I looked away from her. I backed away from Irum and left the club. I was standing outside without my coat thinking about Subuhi. How could I touch somebody I have not saved myself for? Only Subuhi can touch me. Irum came running with my coat and asked me what happened but I did not tell her. She started apologizing to me for drinking too much and coming on too strong. She quickly texted Honey that we were leaving. This was the turning point of the journey and I was desperate to get back home. The taxi ride back was a haze, when reached the hotel Irum followed me to my room. I was wobbly on my feet, so Irum with her hands on my waist and politely held me up to the wall. She put her lips to mine and sucked on my upper lip. I was so shocked that I pushed Irum away and slapped her cheek hard. I was trembling and she left me crying. I got in my room and started packing my bags. In a few hours I would be in front of my Subuhi... Honey would drop me at the airport in the morning.I would get on that plane and be back home to my Subuhi. I quickly texted Honey and told her that I arrived at the hotel safely. My mind was swirling about Irum and how she could do this to me. How she dared to kiss me. Nobody has ever touched me. I was untouched. I was a virgin. I was pure. That is how I was raised. My mother told me that I should be a one man's girl. Muslim girls should be pure. They should all be raised that way. I never questioned this and I never dated men or women. When I started collage two things were in my mind. Degree and business. Just to make my parents happy. I found my happiness in that collage. I had Subuhi and I was going to be with Ms. Subuhi Kanwal. I first saw her at the first day of collage in my first semester. She came into the classroom with a red business suit with a black hijab. She was looking like a goddess. I was mesmerized with her beauty. She is 5"1 with swaying hips. She was wearing heels but still so small and petite. She was asking everyone's name and when she got to me, I stupidly stared at her. She asked if I was ok and I almost melted at the concern for me in her voice. After that day I tried to talk to her, cross her path or go the same way she was heading. She never noticed me. She was all business and never tried to be friends with students. Someday she will be my lover and my friend. Then I will touch her and take off that sexy hijab when I hold her. I want to see her sexy, swaying ass naked. The days were going by quickly and I was desperate to tell Subuhi how I feel about her. Irum was frequently mailing me and in last few mails. She told me that she was in Pakistan practicing in a hospital and wanted to meet me and justify herself but every time my answer was fuck off. My business was not surviving as well as I thought it would. My father's good friend took control of business so I could concentrate on exams, which will begin next week. Before that I wanted to tell her about my feelings and there were a lot of them; if she did any thing crazy my career would be finished, if she told anyone what would they think, what if she told the principal and if she did not understand my feelings. I did not even wanted to think about that. So next day I followed her everywhere. When she was in teachers room, I was out side the door waiting for her to come and when she came I just continued following her and scanning the empty corridors to ensure no one was there. She was heading to the class room where she would give her lecture. I quickly pushed her into an empty class room and locked the door. My heart was pounding a mile a minute and my hands were like ice. I was pushing her to the wall and my hand was on her mouth her eyes were wide open and there was a hint of panic. It all happened in a few seconds and she was now in my arms, the panic was gone when she saw me but she was still resisting. I snatched her hijab and put it in my jeans pocket my hand was still on her mouth she was not stronger than me.I put my forehead to hers and smell her hair.The smell was like her, ANGELIC thousands of flowers. I don't know what shampoo she used. I wanted to kiss her that pouty lips but I couldn't take a chance. Not until I told her. In my most soothing voice I said that I only wanted to talk and I won't hurt her. "I am taking my hand off please Miss, don't scream." She closed her eyes once and I loosened my grip on her mouth. "What the hell is wrong with you?" "Miss, I wanted to talk to you in private." She arched her brow. "Like this?" I was getting bolder by her reaction and my hand was still on her waist from my earlier gripping. "Yes, it is personal, very personal."My eyes were boring into hers. "I want to tell you about the letters." "I know already it was you who wrote them. Am I right? Nabiha." I was taken aback. "How did you know that and why did not you take any action?" "It was easy to figure out that the sender was a girl, a student of my class and you are following me for two years and I've seen how you look at me. When I tore the letter the hurt was viable on your face so I could tell it was you sending them. I did not do anything because I don't want to ruin your future you are a good kid." "I am not a kid.I am 22." She laughed. "Why did you tear the letter." "I did not wanted to encourage you to do anything stupid." "But the damage was already done. I am in love miss,everything I wrote in those letters is TRUE." I was trembling I wanted to cut my chest and show her my heart. "You are just infatuated with me." "No." I almost screamed it. "I am in love with you. your eyes never let me sleep, I want to spend every second with you. I want to hold you kiss you want to suck all color from your lips. I want to tangle my fingers in your hair. I want to spend my life with you. Please miss don't say I don't love you. Please be mine I want to kiss you .Please God pleas say yes." I was on my knees with my head resting on her knee,begging. I did not realize my face wet with tears she was also crying. She stooped down and I touched her face. I took her tear on my finger and tasted it. "Please Miss let me kiss you if I am dying it would be my last wish." She did not say a single word just close her eyes and part her lips. I so gently put put my lips on hers and kissed her I sucked her lips on in turn. I can bet I was glowing she was holding my back pressing me against her amazing, little body and I was holding her face with both hands. My cheeks were burning and panties were getting soaked at the crouch from merely kissing her. I touched her lips with my tongue and her mouth opened. I put my tongue into her mouth and swirl it, tasting her first time,oh man she was sweet with a hint of her lipstick. She was rubbing her hands on my back and I slipped my hands under her shirt. to her breasts and they were size of huge oranges. I put my hand on them and I could feel erection of her nipples. I lightly pinch each of them. A quiet moan slipped from her lips and jerked at my hand but I could not stop myself, I've had my first taste of her and now I wanted so much more. I grabbed them roughly and squeezing without mercy she was oohing and aahing and gripping my ass. Few minutes gone by in our sweet battle. When I tried to push my thigh between her legs and she push me backward . "Your time is up.Your wish is fulfill now give me back my hijab." She was now back in her teachers mode but I didn't mind. I gave her the hijab. I was carefully watching her; her lipstick was smeared, her lips were dark shade of pink from my sucking her hand trembling when she try to put that hijab on her head, her breathing was heavy and she was really blushing and her shirt was not so crisp from my earlier assault on her breasts. She noticed me watching her and quickly left the room I did not realized I was smiling. Butterflies were still in my stomach and I was so high off that kiss, I could touch the sky. The very next day when I was in library trying to read she came talking to the librarian asking for some books I watching her she looked at me smile and went back to chatting. I quickly had an idea, I wrote a note: '2:30 today in car parking lot.' I put it in a book and give her, she looked at me and I winked and she smiled, thanked me and put it in her bag. I was waiting for her at the given time,when she came looking nervous. She usually takes school bus home. I waved at her and started the engine. "Do you need a ride home?" she smile and took the offer. "Listen, about yesterday I'm not sorry I kissed you. Truth is I've wanted to do that for a really long time but maybe I was a bit to forceful with my desire to kiss you." I said in an attempt to break the long silence. "I really didn't mind the kiss all that much to be honest, However I am your teacher." " Then we could pursue a relationship with each other and just not tell anyone. We'll be discreet." I told her everything and she went silent. When I looked at her she was blushing and her eyes were glaze with lust. When we arrived at her home she invited me in. She left me to go tell her mother that she was helping me study for my exams then went to change. Her mother was a talkative but I liked her instantly. She was asking me tons of questions and I was trying to answer her every question as nicely as I could. She asked my age, about my family,siblings, the business. When I told her about my parents she was practically weeping. We were chatting like old friends when Subuhi came. She left me with Subuhi to go start cooking the lunch for us. Subuhi asked me to come in her room and I quickly followed her. I noticed the sway of her ass in tight pajama bottoms. I was dying to grab her ass there but mom was there. Control Nabiha, control . When she closed the door of her room I practically jumped all over her. She fell on the bed and I sat on her thighs and trying to pull her old loose shirt over her head but she was still resisting holding the hem of shirt asking me to get off of her trying to buck me off. I was on the verge of tearing her shirt when there was a knock at the door. I quickly jumped off of her and she ran to door locking it. I was trying to control my giggles as she hurriedly attempted to straighten her shirt and open the door. "Subuhi,darling, lunch is ready come down before its cold." "O.k mom. We're coming." I asked Subuhi with a mock amazement, how could she cook this quickly, I was about to learn everything about you. She wiggle her eyebrows and run to the kitchen and I followed. Lunch was simple but tasty and freshly cooked. We ate. She and her mom cleaned the kitchen and her mom chatted with me whole time. Everything was done and we were back in her room. When I got off the plane I message Honey that I was safe. At night when I was checking my mails Irum's message popped up. I wanted to delete it but I just couldn't, I don't know why I read it. Hi Nabiha! I hope you got home safely I wanted to apologize if I scared you that night but I am not sorry for kissing you. I will tell you the truth. When I saw your pictures on Facebook it was love at first sight. Please mail me back. I will be in Pakistan after a few weeks. I love you! I replied to her mail that she should never write to me again. Forbidden Love Last summer my sister came to stay with my family for a week. We had not seen them since they moved abroad the year before for the sake of my brother's career. Thankfully, the killjoy had not come with them, as he could not (or would not) take the time off work. It made me sad as we had always been a close family, and now we all lived so far apart. One particular hot summer evening, after the kids had all been put to bed my wife, me and my sister had settled down to watch the TV. After a while, the programme was losing my attention, and it occurred to me that my sister, next to me on the sofa, had been unusually quiet for the last ten minutes. I glanced at her and noticed that her face was quite red, she caught me looking and gave me an awkward embarrassed look like she had been caught doing something she shouldn't. I gave her a quizzical look, wondering what was going on, but she shook her head as if it was nothing. I frowned in my confusion and whispered, "Are you ok?" She relented and shrugged apologetically and directed my eyes to where she had been looking. Suddenly it made some sense. My wife was on all fours picking up the kid's scattered play things with her back to us, seemingly oblivious to the fact that at that angle her tiny denim skirt was covering nothing at all. Not only that, but she had skimpy translucent G-string knickers on that left nothing to the imagination. Everything was so clear that it was even apparent to my sister that my wife was completely shaven. The band of fabric was so narrow that there was more bare skin either side than there was flimsy nylon over her crotch. As she moved about, picking bits of jigsaw up, the tightly stretched piece of fabric was slowly riding up into her pussy. The little fabric that should have covered some of her modesty was so transparent that we had a clear image of her neat pink labia squashed against the gauzy fabric. I almost forgot the situation, I was so engrossed. I reflected on my sister's reaction and it occurred to me that she should not be too embarrassed; it was not her fault after all. Then it hit me, that was not it; she was embarrassed because I had caught her silently watching my wife for God knows how long, and had seen the affect it was having on her. I looked back at her; I am not much of an actor and the look of dawning realisation on my face was obvious. The idea of my sister being turned on looking at my wife was strangely arousing. I did not know what to say to her, and knowing I could not say anything aloud without embarrassing my wife, I just gave an awkward shrug and whispered "sorry". My sister seemed to relax slightly at my reaction, then gave me a naughty looking smile, and whispered, "It's ok, I was enjoying the view and she is very attractive". Now that really threw me for a loop, and set my mind racing. For as long as I could remember, I had thought something about my sister was not quite normal. When I was 20 and she was 18, she took quite an interest when I met my first proper girlfriend. She asked me many personal questions about what we did together. As she had not had a boyfriend, yet I initially assumed she was just inquisitive about what happened. We had always been close and shared many secrets. Even so, I was not fully prepared for sharing these types of matters. Eventually my sister's frankness and pleading relaxed my guard. On one occasion, she was getting me to tell her how my girlfriend had her hand inside my pants stroking my cock while I in turn had got my hand inside her knickers and fingered her. Secretly I was getting a bit turned on as I told my sister about it. In my innocence it hadn't occurred to me that my sister might be finding this conversation equally arousing. She even asked me what my girlfriend's knickers were like, and how her pussy felt. Then she had shocked me by telling me in detail what she liked to do to herself with her fingers. At the time, I thought she meant it as advice on how to improve my technique for my girlfriend. However, I was left reeling with such specific knowledge of my sister's sexual feelings, and to go with it I had a mental picture of what she did about them. Shortly after that conversation, I locked myself in the bathroom and feverishly masturbated to the mental image of my sister playing with herself. That had been the beginning of my very secret, and I thought, sordid fixation over my sister; one that I knew I could never tell another living soul. Through the next couple of years, she would secretly ask me questions about my sex life or even volunteer information about hers. Weirdly, I started to feel torn; I enjoyed hearing my sister's sexual fantasies and activities and talking about mine, but due to the shame of my secret fixation on her, I found it increasingly difficult to have these conversations. I was afraid I would give my secret away so started to tell her less and even discourage her from telling me about hers. Eventually we had an argument; she started crying saying that we used to be so close but were now drifting apart. I got angry and shouted something about it was not normal for sisters and brothers to talk about this sort of thing, and why did she even want to tell her own brother this stuff. She ran off crying and we never had one of those conversations again. In later years I often noticed her eyeing up girls I brought home but just told myself she was a protective sister looking out for her brother, even though I was the eldest. In recent years, I had occasionally noticed her watching my wife. The fact that my wife often wore provocative clothing led me to tell myself that my sister was probably just taking an interest in a judgemental fashion as women often do, although she seemed to dress in much the same way herself. Now all this took on a different perspective. As we both looked back at my petite wife's exposed bum, the thought did cross my mind as to how my wife could not be aware of the show she was giving us. Was she really so engrossed in clearing up the lounge? If my sister had not been there, I would have been on my knees behind her in an instant. Instead, we both had to endure the increasing discomfort of our embarrassing knowledge and my ever-tightening trousers. I glanced sideways at my sister, but she was avidly looking at my wife again. I chanced a proper look at her and noticed her erect nipples clearly defined through her tight tee shirt. It was a hot summer's day and she appeared to have no bra on. She looked sidelong at me and caught me eyeing her up. I blushed profusely at being caught eyeing up my own sister. Her reaction surprisingly, was to look me up and down in return. In the hot summer evening, I had no shirt on at all which made it difficult to disguise the state of my tightening trousers. She seemed to take her time looking at my waist where my low-slung combats revealed the branded waistband of my designer briefs. Due to the ever-tightening situation, I had to shift slightly as I tried to reposition them to allow for my now rigid cock. My sister seemed to take this in for a few moments before returning her stare to my wife's sexy rear view. At this point, my wife stood up and faced us. Her tight cut off vest was pretty thin too, and we both could see her distinctly erect nipples. Clearly, she was not wearing a bra either. At only 5 foot 1, my brunette wife was petite, but with naturally pert DD breasts, she was enough to get anyone's attention. If she wore anything less than a conservative bra, she looked unbelievably sexy. Now wearing none at all, she looked so hot I swear I twitched with arousal. If the state of her nipples was not enough to signal that she was also feeling aroused, then the look on her face certainly gave it away. "Now you two, you both seem to be enjoying the show. If you want to see more, then you are going to have to show me something too. You two both look like you need to get more comfortable in this heat. Why not loosen those clothes a little and I'll give you a little more." For a moment, both of us stared in shock at my wife. My sister then looked at me to see my intentions, a questioning eyebrow raised high, but a glint in her eye and a cheeky smile that said something else altogether. She then very clearly directed her gaze down my bare chest and abdomen and rested on my crotch, before returning to look into my eyes. I could not believe my sister was openly eyeing me up in front of my own wife. The very notion was both shocking and yet extremely exciting. Not that I had never eyed up my sister, but I had always taken care not to be caught by either her or more importantly my wife. It would be bad enough getting caught looking at other girls, but at least that was natural. However it would have been very hard to explain if she had caught me looking at my own sister's shapely body. At only a couple of inches taller than my wife, she was also on the petite side, and likewise was a fit looking brunette with a firm sporty body. Only that morning I got a voyeuristic opportunity while my sister was busy helping my niece with her breakfast. I was sat in the TV area of our open plan living room and chanced to look toward our kitchen area. With the kitchen window behind her, my sister's thin cotton pyjamas let a lot of light though, so that I could see the silhouetted shape of her naked body beneath. From my side view I could clearly make out the shape of her breasts and as she turned away from me her pert bum. Luckily, at that moment, everyone else was busy and my wife was in the shower so I had taken the time to savour the view. Now it occurred to me that maybe my sister had been more self-aware that morning than I realised at the time. For a start, she had clearly not had anything on under her pyjamas, and she must have been aware that they were quite thin material when she chose to pack them for a week's stay at her brother's house. That said to me that maybe she enjoyed a bit of exhibitionism in her brother's presence. That helped me come to a decision, I smiled back at my sister and slowly undid my button fly and then gradually opened my trousers to bare my straining white cotton briefs with the shape of my erect shaft clearly defined against the fabric. My sister's eyes were again staring at my crotch, a hungry look on her face. She was wearing some low-slung hipster jeans. She ran her hands over her hips before they met at the top button. With the release of two small buttons, her jeans were opened and some skimpy pale pink knickers were revealed. "Stop there, that's enough for now." My wife instructed. She stood in front of us, her breasts straining the thin vest, her skinny midriff bare and her tiny skirt slung so low that the sides of her tiny thong showed above the waistband on her lithe hips. She eased the top button undone and slowly slid the skirt down her shapely legs onto the floor. Then as we sat transfixed, she slowly ran her fingers over her knickers and caressed herself through them. Slowly she rubbed her finger up and down her covered but visible pussy. She stepped closer as she did so, until she had one leg in between each of ours. She sat astride our now joined knees and simultaneously slid a hand up each of our thighs. She then leant over and started passionately kissing my sister who returned the kiss with equal passion. I watched transfixed as my nubile wife and sister worked their tongues inside each other's mouth. Meanwhile my wife slid a hand downwards over my sister's tight top, over her clearly defined breasts and toward her open jeans. She reached my sister's crotch and slid her fingers inside her jeans and over the surface of her gauzy knickers. My sister opened her legs wider and slightly raised her hips, making herself more accessible. My wife grasped the flimsy waistband from the top and pulled it outward exposing a narrow strip of brown hair and the hint of pink flesh below it. Clearly, my sister had a preference for a Brazilian. I watched my wife's delicate fingers gently slide inside the tight confines of my sister's skimpy knickers. My sister let out a little moan as she felt her own sister's finger tips come into contact with her bare pussy flesh. My wife stroked and caressed my sister's most intimate place, while her own brother looked on. After a few moments of this sexy kiss, she broke off, removed her hand and then leant toward me and we kissed passionately while she moved a slender hand down my bare chest and rested it on the stretched white cotton encasing my straining rigid shaft. Our tongues were deep inside each other's mouth as she lightly ran her fingernails along my throbbing member through the thin cotton. Then she slowly moved her hand inside the waistband of my pants where she wrapped her fingers around my throbbing cock and gently brought it out into the open, pushing the fabric of my pants below my balls. If that was not arousing enough, being watched by my sister was something else. She was watching us intensely, taking in the whole scene. I could see her staring at my erect shaft now that it was in the open and being lovingly stroked by my wife. I think she was interested to see what my cock looked like. I know I had always been fascinated with how she would look entirely naked. Now she was not only getting to see my naked cock, but it was rigid and being gently stroked by my sexy wife. She still was astride of both of us looking hot in her tiny see through thong and tight top. My sister and I were clearly having the same ideas as we both started to slide a hand up the leg that was between our own, towards her scanty knickers. She however had other ideas and slapped our hands away. "Oh no you don't, naughty siblings, first I give you a show. But while I play with myself I want to see you two touching each other." I looked over at my sister concerned at what her reaction might be. I did not quite know what I wanted to happen and was worried at how she might receive these ideas. My wife had always said she fantasised about seeing me with another woman's hands on my cock. I had always thought she was saying it in jest, or to test my loyalty, but even if I had thought she meant it, I never imagined she would want it to be with my sister. As I took in the sight of my sister with her erect nipples straining her thin tee shirt and her skimpy knickers and jeans pushed low at the front and below her hips, I could not imagine anything I would rather be doing. Almost as if to seal the deal, my wife said, "If you don't do it for me, you won't get your show". My sister looked at me intensely like a young girl desperate to be asked to dance. What the hell I thought, we were already sat next to each other half-naked with my erection exposed and her in some very skimpy knickers and a tiny tee shirt, with my half-naked wife sitting astride our knees. I started to push my trousers off completely and with that she wriggled her jeans down her legs and off too. Then I looked into her eyes, with a deep breath reached out, and placed the palm of my hand on her bare midriff. With my first touch she quivered, her face flushed even more and she let out a sexy little sigh. I could feel the muscles quivering under my hand where I held it against her bare midriff. I slid my hand slowly down her smooth belly and pushed my fingers inside her flimsy thong. She looked massively turned on as she felt me move over her neatly trimmed mound before touching her wet opening for the first time. The first touch of her naked pussy was electric for both of us. As I slid a finger lightly down and stroked it over her already firm clit, she first gasped, then as I gently worked one finger down to and then along her damp labia she gave out a wonderfully sexy moan. She then reached over and grasped my shaft with her hand. Feeling my sister's slim fingers enclosing my throbbing cock was incredibly sexy. We both took our time to gently feel the other. Very slowly, we started to stimulate each other. For a moment, I was lost in the strange feeling of being gripped by my own sister, while I fingered her moist pussy. The feeling of her small hand as she caressed my sensitive cock made me feel incredibly turned on. By the look of her flushed face and the feeling of her moistening pussy she was equally aroused. We were then torn away from our mutual lust as my wife stood back to slide her tiny thong down her legs and then resumed her position astride our now bare legs. Slowly she worked both her hands down her own belly and just as mine had to my sister, her finger gently parted the lips of her shaven pussy and proceeded to rub her clit and labia as we looked on. I resumed my own hand movements inside my sister's knickers, gently mirroring what my wife was doing to herself, as my sister slowly stroked the length of my pulsing cock. My wife had an incredibly lustful look on her face as she raised her hands to grip the bottom edge of her tight vest top and then proceeded to pull it up and off exposing her firm upward tilted breasts. My now completely naked wife still astride our bare legs returned her hand to her smooth shaven pussy and as she continued stroking, she was rotating her hips in a very sexy way. So there we were; my hand inside my sister's knickers; working my fingers over the moist folds of her pussy, while she in turn stroked my throbbing cock and my stark naked wife sat astride our legs clearly aroused by the sight. We spent a few more minutes becoming increasingly turned on as we all drank in the sight of what we were doing, my sister and wife giving each other and me lust filled looks. My sister then took her hand from me and pulled my wife until she was completely astride her lap. I watched as they shared an incredibly sexy kiss. As they were locked with their tongues in each other's mouth, my sister ran her fingers over my wife's naked body, stroking her tight bum and then reaching around to rub her bare pussy from behind. Meanwhile my wife rubbed at my sister's slightly smaller but beautifully perky breasts through her tee shirt, before pulling it up and off her. She too had beautifully pointy breasts with her nipples looking extremely hard and erect. My wife leant down so that their beautiful breasts mashed together. As both girls kissed and caressed each other, I stood up and slid my pants completely off. Not sure what to do while they were occupied with each other, I knelt sideways on the sofa so I was facing them with my erection bobbing near their faces. They both turned and my wife opened her mouth and ran her tongue down the side of my pulsing shaft. My sister then ran her tongue down the other side. They alternated this a few times before my sister decided to up the ante and took me fully in her mouth. She stared deeply into my eyes as she slowly took me into her warm mouth. She knelt up to get a more comfortable position. My wife moved behind her and slowly slid her tiny thong down her legs and off. With her knickers removed, my sister then parted her legs as much as she could on the sofa and looked over her shoulder to watch as my wife lowered her face to eat my sister's pussy from behind. As I looked along my sister's naked back from where she was sucking me off I could see my beautiful wife's head working on her from behind. Before long, my sister was taking me deep into her mouth and occasionally taking it out so she could run her tongue along the sensitive underside. As my wife's tongue had an increasing effect on her pussy, my sister's movements started to become increasingly erratic until she was finding it hard to keep me in her mouth as her hips gyrated uncontrollably around my wife's busy head. My sister's movements became frantic and she was groaning and whimpering as she started to orgasm wildly. Her body was shuddering and my wife did not relent even as my sister tried to pull away from her mouth as her pussy became too sensitive. Gradually her loud groans subsided into whimpering. She raised her flushed face to look at mine, my cock in her hand. She licked it and then said, "I need this inside me, big brother". Forbidden Love I climbed off the sofa and went to take my wife's position behind her. As I moved round my gorgeous naked wife took hold of my bobbing erection with one hand and parted my sister's gaping wet pussy with the other. My sister watched intently over her shoulder as I knelt on the sofa and placed my hands on her pert buttocks as my wife placed the head of my cock against her glistening labia. Slowly I pushed and felt her tight pussy walls squeezing me hard as I slid my shaft into her. Our eyes met as she felt her own brother's rigid cock deep within her. The significance of this moment seemed to heighten the arousal for both of us. I withdrew incredibly slowly, enjoying the tight feel, and the sight of my sister's juices glistening on my cock as it gradually came back into full view. With only the head between her moist red lips, I then pushed back into her entirely in one smooth motion. My sister gasped and dropped back onto both her elbows. I started to piston in and out of her slowly and then with gradually increasing speed. My wife who had been playing with herself then took the opportunity to slide into a 69 position under my sister. Her head was now just below where my raging cock was driving in and out of her pussy. My wife then started to alternate between licking my sister's clit and the underside of my sliding cock as well as stroking my tight scrotum and the sensitive skin behind it. My sister, who had been momentarily lost in her own pleasure, as her brother filled her tight snatch, then noticed my wife's wet pussy was needing some attention right under her nose. She had in fact been rotating her hips upwards, offering her gorgeous pouting snatch up to my sister's mouth, desperate for some attention. My sister lowered her face and passionately started to make love to my wife with her beautiful mouth. The feel of my sister's pneumatic buttocks in my hands and bouncing off my pelvis as I pounded into her combined with the sight of her lapping away at my wife's shaven pussy was pushing my arousal to its limits. I could feel her body responding as she pushed back onto me with increasing force. I slowed my movements again, delaying the fast approach of my sister's orgasm and my own, hoping we could time it so all three of us were at the same point. The change of pace was equally delicious as I savoured the feel of slowly withdrawing and re-entering my sister and seeing my wife's face below licking us both. I looked at her face trying to judge how far gone she was, she stared deeply into my eyes; I could see her passion rising fast. I could tell hers was coming soon as well. She moved a wet finger from my balls and placed it against my bum. With the sensation of my sister tight around my cock and my wife licking me on each withdrawal, it almost overcame me when she started to press her finger against my anus. She increased the pressure as my bum moved backward on each withdrawal. Gradually it worked into me, as I virtually impaled myself on her digit with every backstroke from my sister's tight pussy. She soon had her whole finger squirming around inside me, stroking that sensitive gland. The feelings were building intensely now. I started to pump into my sister with increasing speed again. She responded immediately with muffled groans as she buried her face deep into my wife's snatch. I took my wife's idea and licked my thumb before resting it against my sister's puckered anus. Without lifting her face from my wife's grinding pussy she let me know that she approved by pushing back against my thumb. I worked it into her as she bucked and writhed and I repeatedly buried my shaft inside her at a fast rate. All the while, I had the delightful sight of my wife fingering her own erect nipples with one hand, grinding her hips upward as she pressed her pussy hard into my sister's face. All the while, she kept her finger firmly inside me. The sight of both of these nubile females moving with increasingly frantic movements and the sound of them both moaning and grunting quickly had me approaching the same point as them. As my wife started to orgasm, her stomach convulsing and her hips urgently lifting off the sofa, I felt my sister forcing herself hard back onto me as I felt her pussy rhythmically clamping tight around my cock. As they both pulsated with their own orgasms and made guttural noises lost in their own ecstasy, I felt my own hit me like a wave, my cock twitched and throbbed as if it had come alive, as pulse after pulse shot deep inside my sister's beautiful snatch. The sound of their sweet female voices making high-pitched whimpers of total pleasure and their lithe bodies convulsing in orgasm fuelled my own. I hunched over, gripping her pneumatic cheeks had as I continued to shoot deep inside her. Soon I had to stop her moving and keep her pert bum still, as my cock became so super sensitive that any movement was almost unbearable in its intensity. Gradually our movement subsided to just the occasional whimper or twitch from our fading orgasms. Gradually we came back to our senses, extricated ourselves from each other, and sat back in each other's arms on the sofa, sharing that quiet moment of post orgasmic bliss. For a while, no one said anything as the rest of the world started to come back to us. I sat in the middle with my sister and my wife on either side, each with a leg draped across one of mine. The realisation of what had transpired starting to come to us. I looked at my wife's red and sweaty face close by mine looking for any sign of regret, but saw none. She returned my look and almost like a silent affirmation of what had happened reached out and stroked my semi erect member while we shared a passionate open-mouthed kiss. I then turned to my sister and saw the same look of desire and satisfaction, no hint of regret in her look. She too kissed me passionately, took my hand, and placed it on her wet pussy. We then sat like that for a moment enjoying the intimacy and knowledge that we all felt the same. My sister was the first to speak. "Does anyone mind if I move into your bedroom for the rest of the holiday?"