Anything for the Man of the House: Ten Brats who Learn how to Behave (2 page)

“That’s so lovely,” he
breathed.

“Do you like it?” I asked,
glancing down at my parted thighs, the dark triangle.

He nodded, eyes transfixed, and
I saw his hand rubbing his privates again through his breeches.

I rubbed the most tender spot,
finding a little nub of flesh there I hadn’t felt before through my
clothes. Touching it made me moan, and my breasts felt suddenly
heavier. “It feels so much better without my clothes.”

“I know.” He grinned sheepishly.
“I started doing it at first through my clothes too.”

“I guess it feels like less of a
sin that way.” I grinned back. “Oh, Eli, it can’t be a sin…it feels
so very good.”

“I know.” He swallowed hard,
still watching, his hand moving to undo his breeches and reach
inside. I wanted to see him too. “Sarah…” His hand reached out,
hesitated. “Can I… can I touch it?”

“Can I?” My eyes dropped to
where his hand was wrapped around his privates.

He startled. “Do you want
to?”

I nodded, my hand out,
tentative. He moved forward so I could reach, gasping when I
brushed the tip with my fingers. It was a little wet there, and I
rubbed that over the top, making him moan.

“Oh that’s so nice.” He groaned
as I wrapped my hand around it like I’d seen him do. It was thick
and pulsing, and not anything like I’d expected. I explored for a
moment, curious, until I felt his fingers parting me down there,
slipping through the wetness.

“Oh, Eli!” I breathed, my legs
parting themselves as he explored too. It was different when he
touched me, and my breath came faster. I squeezed him, tugging,
making him jerk and thrust. I liked the motion.

“Rub it here,” I said, showing
him the spot, and his fingers moved there, making me spread wide
and thrust too. It seemed like the natural thing to do.

“I want to see you,” he
whispered, not asking, just unfastening my clothes, my skirt, my
blouse, and I let him. The air was cold, and he stared down at me,
completely nude before him, no longer seeing me with a brother’s
eyes. “Oh Sarah, you’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever
seen.”

I glowed from the inside out,
and when he leaned in and took one of my nipples into his mouth,
the way I’d seen the babies do, latching on to Ma for milk, I
thought the sensation would make me faint.

“More,” I whispered, my hand in
his hair, arching my back. “Suck them hard.”

He groaned, burying his face
there, licking and sucking, his privates swelling even larger in my
hand. My whole body was on fire, his fingers probing between my
legs, finding a place I had never explored and slipping inside.

“Eli!” I gasped when another
entered me. He was inside—his fingers were
inside
of me.

“It’s how men and women join
together,” he whispered against my neck, fingers moving, in and
out. “It feels… it’s…”

“Oh Eli,” I moaned, rocking,
tugging at him, aching for more of everything all at once. “Please,
yes, please, let’s…”

He moved on top of me and I took
the weight of him, the long length of his privates rubbing up
against mine as we kissed. His mouth was hot, urgent, his hands
buried in the length of my hair, completely down now and spread out
on the hay beneath us. He rocked on top of me, rubbing the tender
spot until I thought I would die, kissing my breasts, sucking my
nipples, sending me flying.

“Eli, oh, oh, it’s happening,” I
whispered, closing my eyes as my body took flight, shuddering
involuntarily underneath him. His breath was hot in my ear as he
whispered my name, shifting his hips and pressing hard. I gasped,
clinging to him as he entered me, feeling my body opening to him in
a bright red burst.

“Oooooooohhh!” he gasped,
shivering, and I pulled him to me, the hot throb of him between my
legs almost too much to bear. “Sarah, Sarah, oh you feel so
good.”

“Yes,” I whispered as he rocked,
thrust, shuddered. I kissed his cheeks, his chin, his neck, as he
moved deeper, faster, until he gave a great, sudden cry and
collapsed in my arms, trembling with the force of the explosion
inside of him.

We held each other close in the
hazy afternoon light coming through the slats in the barn, stunned
by each other, by the world, by everything we had ever thought or
believed was true.

“It’s not a sin,” I whispered,
stroking his sweat-dampened hair.

“No.” He shook his head and
kissed me breathless until everything faded away. Finally, nothing
else mattered but me and Eli and the weight of the world was
lifted.

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Also from Selena Kitt

Naughty Bits (Revised)
: David has been brightening up
his gray Surrey, England days with the porn collection hidden in
his parents' shed, but when he finds that his older sister, Dawn
has discovered his magazines, things really begin to heat up. Their
parents insist that their just-graduated son look for a job, but
their daughter has the week off and is determined to work on her
tan. Distracted David finds himself increasingly tempted by his
seductive older sister, who makes it very clear what she wants. Her
teasing ways slowly break down the taboo barrier between brother
and sister until they both give in to their lust? but what are they
going to do about the feelings that have developed between them in
the meantime?

Filthy
Rich 1 – Scarlett Skyes

The flickering light in the
ramshackle old fridge sporadically illuminated the lettuce and
corn, and I had to make my choice quickly. The rust-bucket had
already lost the ability to freeze food, if I held the door open
too long and overworked it there was every possibility that it
could stop working entirely, and then we’d be down to whatever
wouldn’t spoil too fast in the cupboards. If our luck was really in
it might catch on fire too and burn the apartment block down.

I decided corn would go better
with rice and snatched it out, slamming the door shut. Voila! The
two ingredients for the meal I would be cooking were now selected.
My stomach rumbled when I thought of the kinds of things that my
classmates had for lunches at school, but I had to make do with
what I had.

The budget had always been
pretty tight, for as long as I could remember, but it had gotten
even worse a few years back when my Mom was in a car accident and
had ended up needing to pay damages to the other party. The whole
ordeal, legal expenses and everything, were far beyond what she
could afford, so the court had ordered her wages be garnished until
everything was repaid. This put even more pressures on our already
frugal way of life.

I didn’t hold it against her
though, how could I? She was the only family I’d ever known, it was
her and I against the world. I already saw in her eyes how sad she
was, how guilty she felt about not being able to provide everything
that my peers seemed to take for granted, why would I ever rub salt
in that wound?

I remembered one time when my
pen stopped working when I was doing my homework, I had to finish
the rest of it with a nub of a pencil that I had to sharpen with a
kitchen knife. My teacher had phoned my Mom at work and tried to
inform her of the ‘poor standard’ of my work. Judging by the
pale-faced apology the teacher gave me the next day, I thought my
Mom might have threatened to disembowel him or something. I knew
she’d kill or be killed for me, I’d do the same for her. You could
say we were close.

The bland meal was still cooking
in the pot when my Mom burst through the door with a look on her
face I’d seldom seen, she was smiling and had a kind of dreamy
faraway look in her eye. She dropped her tote bag on the ground and
slumped into the rickety couch, kicking her feet in the air like an
excited schoolgirl.

“Uh… good day in reception,
Mom?”

“Yeah, the SUPERBOWL of working
reception,” she replied.

“Whaddya mean?”

“Guess who Attison Technologies
Ltd’s newest customer is.”

“Abraham Lincoln?”

“Better.”

“Lady Gaga?”

“Who? I don’t know who that is,
but it’s better.”

“I give up.”

“Cal Willis.”

“No way!”

“True Story!”

“Did you meet him?”

“
Yeah! He
walked right in the front door like any other person, if other
people had bodyguards, that is. Told me who he was there to see and
talked with me while our CEO rushed downstairs like a chicken with
its head cut off. I literally mean he rushed down
stairs,
the elevator was going too slow or something, so he ran
down like Mr. Willis had his family held captive.”

“Hahaha! He doesn’t strike me as
the fittest person, what kind of state was he in by the time he got
to the ground floor?”

“Not a pretty one. Bald head
shiny with sweat and all red in the face. Cal and I talked for the
few minutes while he was waiting, can you believe it? He flashed me
this smile, I think he was flirting with me! He said I was doing a
great job. Get this, he saw the picture of you I keep on my desk
and said that beauty must run in my family!”

“Wow! What happened then?”

“Well… then he had his meeting
and left,”

“Oh. Well, that’s a bit
anti-climactic, isn’t it?”

“I’d probably have had a heart
attack with anything more, Nova. My God, you wouldn’t believe the
presence this guy has, it’s like everybody was terrified of
displeasing him. I don’t doubt that he got exactly what he wanted
out of the meeting.”

“Well, that’s pretty cool. You
want salt on your rice and corn?”

“Wait, I need help.”

“With what?”

“I know when his next meeting is
scheduled. I… I hope you don’t mind me saying… I’d kinda like to
flirt with him again. Can you help me with choosing the right kind
of thing to wear? Maybe we can borrow some clothes and make-up from
somebody. You always had such a great eye for that kind of thing,
you should be in the fashion industry.”

My Mom was
being overly generous, as Moms are wont to do. She was always
saying how great I was at this or that and saying I should be in
various jobs or industries. I
did
enjoy following the fashion industry from a
distance though, she was right about that at least.

“Yeah, of course. When is the
next meeting?”

“Next Monday.”

“OK. Well, let’s eat and then
see what we can come up with.”

*****

Against the grain of our luck,
it seemed that Cal and my Mom hit it off
really
well. After
dressing to impress the following Monday, a big bunch of flowers
and chocolates from an anonymous admirer arrived at reception on
the Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, the next Monday, Tuesday and
Wednesday. On the Thursday a note finally came with them saying
that my Mom had to choose between going on a date with Cal or being
drowned in flowers and chocolates, because he could keep this up
for years.

Suffice to say, she chose the
date, and a second, and third. From having to borrow clothes to
impress Cal, suddenly parcels containing expensive dresses were
turning up on our doorstep. My Mom never had to wonder about what
to wear, Cal made it easy, just wear what he sent. After their
dates, my Mom always brought home some of the food for me, I’d
never tasted anything like it, those expensive restaurants really
know their stuff.

After several weeks, Cal came up
to our apartment to pick my Mom up personally and I finally had the
chance to meet him. Straight away I understood what she had said
about his presence, he was the classic tall dark and handsome with
a build and facial features that made him appear much younger than
his forty something years. Only his eyes betrayed his age, his
experience, his
commanding
nature.

“This is my daughter, Nova,” my
Mom said.

I felt like I should be
curtseying, like I was meeting royalty or something. Cal’s eyes
scanned me up and down and a flush of warmth rose up from my chest.
You know those dreams where you go to school and wonder why
everybody is looking at you funny, then you glance down and realise
you forgot to put your clothes on that day? That’s what it was like
being looked at by Cal Willis, like he knew all my secrets already,
like he was seeing me completely naked. I hoped he wasn’t going to
ask me to jump out the window, I wasn’t sure how many steps I would
have taken before I could have stopped myself.