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  “Okay,” Addy finally relented. “I’ll call her, but I’m selling your ass out if this comes back on me.”

  “I can’t thank you enough, sweetheart.”

  “Good luck, Shamus!”

  After I’d hung up, I’d gone over to the club to prepare the set up with Trixie. Roscoe was in on it too, and he just shook his head at me and said, “You must have a death wish, bro. Rather you than me.”

  Now Trixie and I stepped into one of the gondola lift cages that launched from the upper wraparound balcony. They zipped back and forth across the round, expansive ceiling of our club, providing patrons an aerial sexual experience for a price. Roscoe and I had installed the cages after we our club earned membership in the Surrender Inc. franchise. We revamped the place to meet the high standards of the upscale sex empire.

  A bed made from an overstuffed, red satin pillow covered the entire floor of the cage. This was piled with smaller pillows in various shades of red, pink, and silver that matched the glittering cage bars.

  I had a Bluetooth plugged in my ear and Roscoe did too. He’d relay to me when Mary entered the club. Moments after I told him to launch our cage, I spotted my step sister walking up to the bar. She wore a royal blue sequined top and tight black flare pants.

  She scanned the club for her best friend, and when she didn’t spot Addy she crossed her arms over her ample bosom and looked up at the sound of cage wires singing over her head. I yanked Trixie into my arms and she gave a startled squeak. Then I plunged my tongue down her throat and groped a boob with one hand while I stroked her ass with the other.

  Mary’s eyes met mine when I pulled away from the lusty kiss. Even at this distance I saw her mouth drop open. She stalked over to the bar and began talking to Roscoe. He leaned over the counter to listen, then after a few moments he pointed up at the cage.

  Mary glared in our direction then sped toward the wrought iron staircase leading to the balcony.

  I cupped Trixie’s face and kissed her breathless once more. As I did so, Roscoe sounded in my ear, “Okay, I’m bringing you in. Be prepared. She’s pissed.”

  The cage sailed across the ceiling toward the balcony as I stroked my hands up and down the sexy fishnet stockings Trixie wore. The nearer we drew to the balcony, the thicker I laid on the show. I pushed Trixie to the puffy pillow bed beneath her and freed a tit from her tight purple corset. Then I circled her stiffening nipple with my tongue. She moaned and brought a hand up to cup the back of my head just as our cage docked and its bars rattled furiously.

  “Shamus Patrick Quinn.” Mary’s voice shook with anger. “What are you doing?”

  I snapped my head up and flashed my best smile, feeling a spike of spiteful glee. “Why, Mary, what’re you doing here?”

  Trixie moaned beneath me, but I had a feeling my bad fake out caused the sound this time, not my lovemaking skills.

  Mary narrowed her eyes and shook her head at me. She still had her arms crossed over her boobs, which nicely accentuated her cleavage. I enjoyed the view while she simmered with rage.

  “Don’t even give me that innocent routine.” She tried the cage doors and growled when she found them locked. “Addy calls me up saying she needs to see me at your sex club right away. I smell a rat, but she sounds like she’s been crying, and being the good friend I am…” She tapped a toe and braced a hand on her hip. “Oh, you just wait until I get my hands on you and that Addy Gerard.”

  I put my chin in my hand and fluttered my eyelashes at her. “Keep talking like that and I won’t open the cage for you.”

  Being the evil cad I was, I decided to add insult to injury. Before I gave Roscoe the word to unlock the cage, I pulled Trixie close against me once more and let my hands roam all over her scantily clad form while I kissed her breathless. She sputtered as we parted, and Mary rattled the bars with renewed fury.

  “Mary, I swear he talked me into this!” Trixie protested as the cage door hummed and swung open.

  “Oh, don’t worry, Trixie,” Mary said as she stepped in the cage and headed straight for me. “I know my step brother well enough to know he planned this whole thing.”

  “What? We’ve shared women before.” I got to my feet and sidestepped as Trixie fled the open cage. “Why should this bother you, Mary Rose?”

  She chewed her bottom lip as she glowered at me. Her cheeks went a deep pink from her wrath. “Cut the crap, Shamus. You did this to prove a point. To make me jealous.”

  I moved closer, looking at her through my veil of long golden lashes. “Did it work?”

  She sighed. “What do you think?”

  I closed the cage door and it locked with a loud snick. Before Mary could protest, we sailed away from the balcony and across the ceiling. Colorful lights that hovered over the dance floor splashed across us as we floated toward the center.

  “I’ll take that as a yes.” My arms encircled her waist and I drew her against my bare chest. “Now, how about we put a show on for the people?” I pointed below us to patrons who danced, gaped up at us, or writhed in sexual ecstasy at the corners of the dance floor.

  “Shamus…” She nestled her face in the valley between my pecs. Her lips tickled my skin as she spoke. “I don’t know…”

  “Come on, Mary,” I growled, desperately wanting her to be with me here and now. “I know you’ve missed us. We’re good together. Three days since I’ve touched you, kissed you.” I traced my tongue along her top and bottom lip to remind her of our chemistry. “Has it been as much hell for you as it has for me?”

  She shuddered as my tongue slithered over her teeth. “Yes,” she muttered, just before our mouths crushed together and our tongues entwined.

  As my cast brushed over her cheek, she pulled back and asked, “What happened to your hand?” She gave me a frown of concern.

  “Oh, this?” I coughed, buying time to come up with some excuse. When I failed to think of anything clever, I blurted, “I had a run in with that car after you left the garage a few days ago.”

  She raised an eyebrow and her emerald eyes bulged. “What kind of run in?”

  I wondered if I looked as sheepish as I felt. I glanced down her shirt instead of in her eyes. “My fist took on a mind of its own and punched the Camaro. I don’t recommend knuckles against metal. Not a good combination.”

  She cupped the sides of my face and shook her head. “Shamus Quinn, what am I going to do with you?”

  I flashed a wide smile. “Shut up and have sex with me?” And I renewed our kiss just in time to stop her protest.

  I ran my hands over the rough sequins sewn to her top, then I grasped her waist and tugged her down onto the pillow bed. Cool satin kissed my back as I nibbled on her lower lip while I unfastened her pants and slid them over her hips.

  I wore a black g-string, as did many of the performers employed by the club, so Mary had little to remove. She slipped fingers under the flimsy string and ripped the material off me. Her wild lust encouraged mine and I yanked her top off. Then I wasted no time freeing her beautiful breasts from the lacy black bra she wore. She wore no panties, so we now writhed naked atop the pile of pillows. Smooth fabric caressed our skin as she flit her tongue across my nipple then sucked it hard.

  “Do you want me to call Trixie back?” I goaded, thinking I had a poor sense of timing.

  Mary’s head snapped up. She glared as she straddled me. “This is a poor time to piss me off, Shamus.”

  I grinned as she pinned my wrists beneath her tiny hands. “So you’re saying you don’t want to share me?”

  “Not this time. Now shut up and let me suck your cock.”

  “Yes, ma’am!”

  She went back to sucking my nipples, which sent a shot of sensation straight to my cock, making it twitch harder. Slowly she worked her way down my torso, flicking her tongue over the ridges in my abs. She nibbled the skin around my belly button while she cupped my balls and fondled them.

  Her mouth continued moving toward my cock. She stroked that sect
ion of flesh between my balls and anus—the perineum—and I growled out a groan as my pleasure sky rocketed.

  She swept her tongue over the top of my glans like she was licking a lollipop. One hand still pinched and tugged at my balls, as well as stroking my perineum, while the other wrapped around the base of my shaft. My penis throbbed harder and more pre-cum jetted from the hole when she poked her tongue inside of it and lingered there. Soft, velvet warmth encased my cock moments later when she slipped her mouth down to the base of my shaft and sucked with all her might.

  “Ahhhh, Mary.” I nestled fingers in her hair. “You’re so good at giving head.”

  She mumbled some words around my erection, and the vibration made me jut my hips up and drive my penis to the back of her throat. Sensation exploded through my glans, balls, and up and down my shaft.

  She swayed her head back and forth as she blew me, making her mouth and tongue swish delightfully over my hard on. All the while, she continued to caress and pluck at my balls, stopping only long enough to stroke my perineum. The building bliss was like a livewire running through my groin. If she didn’t stop soon I would cum right then and there, but I didn’t want to until I’d had a chance to fuck her sweet pussy.

  More cages left the balcony, and lovers entwined glided past us via the intricate track that led the cages around the ceiling. They swished and swirled around us like ice skaters, and we caught glimpses of a slender man being paddled by a towering, raven haired dominatrix. In another cage, a blonde woman pressed her cheek into the bed of pillows while offering up her ass to a lady wearing a feather mask and brandishing a double headed dong.

  Finally I could take it no longer. The erotic torture my lover’s mouth wielded would soon make me cum, and I desperately wanted inside of her. I begged her to “Stop and fuck me now.”

  She lifted her head and her lips left my shaft. “On one condition.”

  “What’s that?” I moaned out the words.

  “You have to cum all over my tits and lick it off.” She looked at the other cages flying by as she straddled me. “Let’s give our company a show they won’t forget.”

  I hissed air between my teeth as she teased me still, sliding my wet cock up and down her damp slit but denying me entry.

  “I can do that,” I managed through clenched teeth.

  She relented and gave me satisfaction, sheathing me in her tight, hot wetness. She rode me fast and wild, clutching at my pecs, digging her nails in. Her wetness seeped down over my balls as she rocked her hips back and forth.

  My hands glided up her torso and molded around her lush tits. I squeezed the soft, firm globes then pinched and plucked at her nipples until she cooed in bliss and rode me even faster. Soon she wriggled atop me, thrashing her hair wildly about her head. She had an intense g-spot orgasm that left her screaming loud enough to catch the attention of all the caged lovers.

  I pulled out of her sopping pussy and poised my cock over her luscious tits. She smile a wickedly sexy smile and fondled her boobs, squishing them together for my shot. Moments later a spray of pearly semen jetted over her pale globes, trickled down her nipples. I let out a long, loud “Ahhhhh” of satisfaction. Spunk hit her chin and dappled her neck. She brought her nipple up to her mouth and suckled some of my salty cum from the tip, watching me with a smoldering gaze as she did so.

  I dipped my head to her other breasts and began lapping the spunk from her skin. She moaned at the touch of my tongue and clutched my shoulders. I didn’t stop until we had cleaned off every inch of her skin. Our show drew applause from those who floated by.

  ***

  “Let me talk to him,” Rachel, my step mom said, after Mary and I told her we moving in together.

  It was Christmas Eve, and the three of us were gathered in the kitchen, helping Mom prepare a Christmas Eve ham. Dad had just stepped out to drop off some presents for an old buddy of his. I heard the front door shut and swallowed over a lump of anxiety forming in my throat. I looked at Mary, she looked at me, then we both looked at Mom.

  “Maybe we should wait until after Christmas to tell Dad,” Mary said.

  Our tiny, plump mother waved a well manicured hand at us both. Her blue eyes flashed with mischief, but I could see a weariness in her cherubic face that hadn’t been there before. I worried about how much she and my Dad were fighting over me and my step sister. Why did my father have to be such a stubborn bastard?

  “Let’s wait until dinner’s done,” I suggested. “How about after we’ve opened our Christmas Eve gifts?” We always unwrapped one present each after the clock struck midnight on the twenty-fourth.

  “Good idea,” Rachel said as she picked up the glazed ham, decorated with juicy slices of pineapple.

  “Let me get that.” I took the ham from her while Mary grabbed the mashed potatoes and Rachel went back for the candied carrots.

  Dad came in and greeted us all. He hugged Mary and kissed her cheek, then planted a firm kiss on Rachel’s cupid bow lips. He took out the roasted parmesan green beans. We laid the food out on the table and sat.

  It had always been a rule of Dad’s that conversation be reserved until after dinner, so we ate in relative silence, passing the odd bit of chatter between bites and swallows. While the dinner was delectable, the food still hit my stomach like a lead weight. I couldn’t wait to get the truth off my chest during the midnight gift exchange.

  Finally the time came. After Mary finished unwrapping a present from her mom, I decided I’d be the one to address the elephant in the room.

  “Dad, Mary and I are moving in together after New Year’s.”

  Dad picked up the pair of socks he’d unwrapped, studied them as if they were a strange insect, then put them back on the coffee table. He scowled at me, then at Mary. Without a word, he rose from his chair and stalked out the back door.

  Rachel cast me and Mary an apologetic “Don’t worry” look and went to stand.

  But I stopped her, saying, “Let me get this, Mom. You’ve fought for us enough. It’s the least I can do.”

  She smiled up at me, tears glimmering in those lovely blue eyes, then took my hand and gave it a squeeze while she mouthed, “Thank you.”

  Mary stood, gave me a big kiss on the cheek and said, “Good luck. Do you want me to go with you?”

  I brushed a shiny brown curl from her face. “No, stay with Mom. I think I know just what to say to him this time.”

  I found Dad sitting at the picnic bench, staring at snowflakes and darkness. The sun had set about two hours ago and the first snowfall began.

  I sat down beside him, zipped my leather bomber jacket all the way up to keep out a chilly wind. “Why do you have such a problem with this?”

  His head jerked around and he gave me a stony stare. “She’s your sister, Shamus.”

  I shook my head. “Step sister. No blood relation, Dad.”

  He sputtered and fumed at that, then went silent again. Finally he looked my way once more. “I always thought you’d marry a quiet Catholic girl, settle down, have children…”

  I smiled and tried to keep my tone gentle, non-confrontational. “With all due respect, Dad, that’s what you wanted for me, but that’s not what I want. I love Mary, and I can’t imagine being with anyone else.”

  Dad sighed, looked at his folded hands resting in his lap. “She used to be a quiet Catholic girl.” He gave a wistful chuckle. “You’ve both changed so much. Rachel says I can’t worry about it. That you two have to live your own lives, but…”

  I placed a hand on his shoulder and gently squeezed. “Dad, can I make a suggestion?”

  “What’s that son?”

  “Listen to your beautiful, incredibly smart wife.”

  He grinned then, and my heart lifted. “All right, Shamus. If you want to live with Mary, you have my blessing.”

  “Thanks, Dad.” I looked up and cold snowflakes caught in my eyelashes. “You just made my Christmas.”

  ***

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  Bonus Story: Betting On Sex

  By Anita Lawless

  “You think she’ll go for it?” Josh asked his second cousin by marriage, chewing on a thumbnail as he did so.

  “Leave it up to me,” Mila said, as the cell connection crackled. “Although Mom will kick my ass if she finds out I’ve been conspiring with you.” She sighed. “I should have my head examined.”

  For months now, ever since he’d rented the second half of his duplex to Carlie West, Josh had been trying to get in his cousin’s pants. Okay, cousin by marriage, so it was all good, he reasoned. But Carlie wasn’t keen on younger men, and he was fifteen years her junior. She’d told him flat out that, in her experience, they could rarely please a woman, or they got way too clingy when she broke off a fling. Carlie had no patience for minute men or neediness. But Josh knew, if he could just get her naked in his bedroom, he could change her mind.

  Josh was an entrepreneur who dominated the adult social site scene with his invention of LustSpace. The site was designed to hook up horny folks who just wanted a one night stand, cyber sex, or for those looking for longer lasting romantic encounters. The launch of the site had been a huge success, and his invention had made him over four hundred million already. But he preferred to live frugally, residing alone in one half of the duplex he bought when he made his first million.

  Carlie didn’t know he was a multi-millionaire. Josh was a modest kind of guy, and he preferred to keep his wealth somewhat of a secret. He knew it changed the way people looked at him, treated him, and he hated that.