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  With hands behind his head, he shrugged, which flexed his beautiful biceps. “The place’s got a laundry room. And I’ve got spare bed clothes.”

  Quickly we helped each other out of our clothes, and I once more pushed him down against the quilt. I licked one hand, lubing it up do I could work his cock until it was rock hard. With the other, I shook the can of whipped cream. It wasn’t long before his shaft was like steel in my grip, and he bucked his hips in time with my strokes.

  After removing the can’s top, I made a dick sundae, with liberal amounts of whipped cream and chocolate sauce. I squirted the rich, chocolately syrup all over his cock, until it dribbled down over his balls. Then I lapped the sweet liquid from his sack, and I sucked his scrotum until I had consumed every drop of sticky syrup.

  Next I opened wide and took his cream-covered penis head in my mouth. I sucked hard on the meaty head, enjoying the sweet, rich taste. I ate every last drop, sucking and lapping his shaft enthusiastically as I did so. Cream, chocolate, and pre-cum spread over my chin, made my hands slick and slippery as I worked his cock with hand and mouth.

  Shamus fucked my face and hand passionately, moaning as he buried his fingers in my hair. “Oh, you do have a talented mouth.”

  I laughed around his penis, then sucked as hard as I could as I drew my mouth up.

  “Ohhh…fuuuckkk…” he groaned as his hips arched up and down faster and faster. “Mary, my turn. Let’s switch. I’ve not eaten dessert yet.”

  His grin was wolfish, after he flipped then straddled me. Then he urged my legs apart with one knee, and leaned over to grab the whipped cream and chocolate.

  The cold syrup dripped onto my clit and I gasped, bucking my hips a bit from the sensation. He squirted a large mound of cream in his hand, and then spread it up the length of my dripping pussy. When he reached my clit, he spread the cream in teasing, slow circles. Then he squirted a tiny mound of cream just above my pussy and added more chocolate to this area as well as my pussy. I giggled as the cream and syrup trickled down my labia and ass.

  He descended on my cunt as I did his cock, eagerly lapping cream from my clit and labia. His tongue trailed to my ass, where he licked the cream from my crack, all the way back up to my clit. I soon squirmed against his face as the pleasure spread up through my pussy like electric fire. The closer I climbed to climax, the more alive with electric bliss my every nerve, every cell, felt. I fucked his face frantically, holding onto his head as I came. His tongue ground into my clit and his fingers fucked me quickly, making the orgasm rock me hard. I quivered from head to toe.

  And Shamus gave me no time to recover before he pumped his long, thick cock into me, pinning my ankles close to my ears. I cried out and dug my sticky fingers into his ass. I curled my pelvis toward his thrusts, and my pussy clamped hard around his shaft as he pounded away faster and faster. Our fucking was wet and noisy, with cream, syrup, and come dribbling as his hips slapped hard into my ass.

  I moved my syrup-covered hands from his ass to his sweat-soaked chest. Our skin became slippery and sweet as we fondled and fucked.

  I reached down between my legs and played with my clit while he pounded faster still. Soon, my sensitive g-spot exploded with bliss once more. I cried out long and loud, and I felt that sensation, like I had to pee, as I quivered all over.

  “Pull out,” I told Shamus, “and cum on my stomach.”

  As he did, I squirted come all over his chest. His grin was wicked and obviously pleased at this. He wiped some of it from his chest and licked his fingers seductively. With his other hand, he pumped his slick cock above my stomach, and he watched me as he jetted white, hot semen all over my belly.

  Breathless, he collapsed beside me, taking me into his arms. Panting, we lay in a tangle of chocolate, come, and cream covered arms and sheets.

  As my breathing regulated, Shamus kissed my temple. My heart, which had gone back to its regular beat, upped its tempo when he whispered sleepily, “I love you, Mary.”

  Swallowing, I whispered back, “ I love you, too,” but I wasn’t sure what that meant anymore.

  As I drifted off to sleep, with his big arms wrapped around me, I thought of Roscoe, and the words he and Shamus exchanged at the club. Who was this guy, and what did he owe my step brother? Hell, I still had tons of questions about the club itself. But, as my eye caught the sparkling heart Shamus had just given me, I decided I could wait until tomorrow for answers.

  ***

  Taboo Love Part 4

  Dirty Deeds

  Shamus kicked my ass at Mortal Commandos. It was a re-release I’d snagged for his Funstation, since we’d love the game as kids, playing it often on our old Mega system back then.

  As his Scorpion Warrior strangled my Green Gargantuan, I came to a realization. Why in hell was I stressing over his reasons for working at the sex club? Sure, it was natural to be worried about my step-brother. I cared for him, after all. But did it really matter if he screwed other women? What was I getting hung up over? After all, I didn’t want the whole traditional 2.5 and a mini-van. No offense to those who did, but it had never really been a big goal in my life. I’d always felt I was a wanderer at heart, and travel was a major life pursuit for me. So why was I worried if Shamus and I weren’t in a committed relationship? We’d always be friends and fond of one another, no matter what happened. It was then and there, as his Scorpion Warrior crushed the skull of my Green Gargantuan, I decided I’d enjoy the ride.

  “Ha!” he said, raising a victorious fist in the air. “I’ve obliterated you once again. That’s five to zero. It’s time for you to pay up.”

  I rolled my eyes and laughed as he lay back and his beautiful cock slapped against his stomach. He was such a ham, my step brother. But he kept me smiling.

  I grabbed some sensation lube from his nightstand and spread some over my palm. “I let you win,” I teased. “I decided I wasn’t that worried about answers anymore.”

  He ensnared my wrists, stopping me before I could coil my hand around his impressive erection. “Wait? What? My overly analytical sister doesn’t care about why I’m working at a sex club? Two days ago, you nearly took the top of my foot off because you thought I was boning Addy.” He gave me a suspicious look. “What’s up, Mary? It’s not like you to play head games. At least, not with anyone but yourself.”

  I freed my hand from his grip, perched beside him on the bed, and slowly twined my fingers around his dick. “I’ve just decided to not over think things.” As I bobbed my hand up and down, I clenched and released my slippery grip, loving the feel of his penis twitching beneath my touch. “Now, can we talk about this later?”

  He sat up while I still stroked him, gave an exaggerated look of concern, and felt my forehead. “Are you sure you’re feeling all right?”

  This annoyed me, only because he wasn’t reacting to the enthusiastic hand job I was giving him. I spit in my other hand to lube it up, then went to worked stroking his balls. Now he gave a little moan and laid back.

  “Like I said, we’ll talk about it later.”

  His voice thick with lust, he stopped me again, just as I had the tip of my pink tongue poised above his purple cock head. “Wait. I…I want to get this off my chest.”

  I gave a huge sigh. “Do not have a crisis of conscience now, Shamus, please.” I gripped him tightly then slowly slipped my hand from base to tip. I teased the hole with my thumb, then ran my hand over his fat dick head, getting all my fingers slippery with his pre-cum. The sensation lube, I thought, had to be working its magic by now, and I really wished he’d quit resisting. I wanted to watch him cum hard then fuck him before he left for work.

  But he stopped me again and sat up, giving me a look that was almost annoyed. How come he could distract me with sex, but I couldn’t do the same to him? I wanted to make a jab about being contradictory, but I held it back.

  “Just let me give you a brief rundown—”

  “Why is this suddenly so important to you?” I went for his cock o
nce more, but he ensnared both my wrists this time, holding me off. “It isn’t like you to turn down a blow job. Who’s the sick one here?”

  He acted as if he ignored me, and gave me a firm, steely-eyed stare. “A brief rundown, that’s all. Then you can get back to honoring your bet.” The wicked grin returned momentarily.

  “Fine.” I huffed. “Sock it to me.”

  “I’m not really working at the sex club. I mean, I don’t need the money. The garage does just fine. Dad always ran it well, and since he sold the other three, he’s squirreled away a nice nest egg. But…well…you remember that guy I punched the other night?”

  “Roscoe?”

  He nodded. “He owed me money for work I did on his BMW. But the cheap prick refused to pay, after Daddy bought him a new Porsche. That’s when I decided the BMW’s trunk was fair game.” His grin further widened. “What I found inside granted me a ticket into that sex club.”

  “Sounds tawdry.” I raised an eyebrow, wishing he’d let go of my wrists so I could get back to his dick, but he continued on, with me pinned.

  “Guess what I found?” His eyes sparkled like a mischievous boy’s. Every now and again, my step brother loved to play these silly games of intrigue. I went along with him, but I thought his timing sucked.

  “What did you find?” I couldn’t fake enthusiasm for his story.

  “Guess!”

  “Fine. A box of bootlegged animal porn.”

  He shook his head and gave a annoyed huff. “You’re not even trying.” Then he waggled his eyebrows. “Nope, I found a mountain of snow, love. A mountain.”

  “Damn. Roscoe forgot his coke. That’s not smart.”

  Shamus gave a self-satisfied nod and smirk. “I threatened to tell his daddy about the little slip up, unless I got to speak to the big honcho himself. See, I’ve been eyeing that club as an investment for a while. Heard from good sources it was a profitable place.” He shrugged. “Not surprised. Anyway, Roscoe’s old man wouldn’t see me. Likes to keep all business in the family or through trusted contacts, and apparently he hates the Irish.”

  I rolled my eyes at this. “You’re kidding. What’s he got against the Irish?”

  Shamus shrugged once more. “Not sure. People have their prejudices.”

  “True enough.” I looked down at my hands. “You’re cutting off my circulation.”

  He went to release me, then stopped. “If I let you go, will you behave?”

  “For now.”

  “So,” he said, watching my hands until I folded them neatly in my lap. “I used Roscoe’s flub to get an in with his dad and check out the club. Taste its clientele, if you will. Roscoe put in a few good words, and there you have it.”

  “What did you do with his coke?” Admittedly, I was a bit intrigued now. I felt like I’d walked into one of those daytime soaps.

  “Returned it to him for the in he gave me, once I was certain he couldn’t go back on our deal.” Shamus definitely looked like the cat who’d swallowed a plump canary. “Guy hates me. See, Tommy was with me when I made the discovery. We took snaps. I got a witness and photographic evidence, in case Roscoe ever feels like backstabbing me.”

  “Look at you.” I fanned myself. “All sex and mystery.”

  He chuckled, but then his face went serious. “Lately, though, I’ve been considering quitting the club. Maybe I’ll still invest—”

  “Wait.” I touched his shoulder. “Why would you quit?”

  His face reddened. He looked from me to the quilt, then back again. “Well…”

  “This?” I pointed between him and I.” “Us?” I giggled. “Oh, please, Shamus. Didn’t I just say I wasn’t overstressing about our … situation anymore?”

  He nodded, but he didn’t look as relieved as I’d expected. His lips remained in a tight, serious line.

  “Keep up with the club,” I said, sliding my fingers from his shoulder, down his chest. “What’s the big deal if we see other people? It’s not like either of us are looking for anything serious. You know I’m not into that domestic bliss scene. Just isn’t me.”

  “Yeah,” he said, smiling again, but it appeared a weak effort. “Me either.”

  My touch lingered on his taut belly, and I traced circles just above his shave pubic area. “And now that’s settled, can I get back to sucking your cock?”

  He laughed and lay back. “Please, be my guest.”

  I descended on his penis with gusto, lapping the shaft like it was a melting ice cream cone. Then I deep throated him, and sucked hard on his dick while I held it in my wet, warm mouth. Slowly, I slid my lips back up to the glans, then I descended again. I kept this slow, tortuous pace up until he buried his fingers in my hair and moaned a drawn out, “Fuck.” With that, I bobbed my head up and down faster, curling my tongue around his hard, thick erection as I did so.

  I reached down to play with his balls, while I wrapped my other hand around the base of his long cock, using it to squeeze and pleasure when I couldn’t hold all of him down my throat any longer.

  “You are so good at giving head,” he murmured, as I took my lips from his penis long enough to thoroughly lick his balls.

  I sucked his cock hard as I pumped up and down faster and faster. Now he moaned and groaned intelligible words as he rapidly fucked my face. I tore my mouth away, wrapping my hand around his penis and stroking it. “When you’re gonna cum, blow all over my face.”

  “You sure?” he grunted.

  “Definitely.”

  A moment later, he directed me to pull my mouth away. Hot spunk jetted over my cheeks and lips. I closed my eyes so none would blind me. Sticky warmth stuck to my eyelashes when I opened them. Pearly semen dripped from my chin. Grinning at him, I wiped his cum from the left side of my face, then seductively licked and sucked it from my fingertips.

  He watched me with a look of molten horniness. My heart thudded, anticipating the eager fucking I knew he’d soon give me. But his face slowly grew serious. His expression almost seemed to hold regret. Before I could pin him to the bed, he took off for the bathroom without a word.

  “You know, Shamus,” I whispered. “You’re being a bitch today.”

  I banged on the door. “Everything okay? Can I come in?”

  “Everything’s fine.” His voice held that fake happy he didn’t do very well. “I just remembered I need to get my ass to the garage. Tommy’s all alone this morning, and Dad’s coming in to go over the books with me.”

  I bit my bottom lip. Huffed angry breath through my nose. “Can I at least come in and grab a towel?”

  The door flashed open, a fluffy white towel hit me in the face, and then it slammed shut again. So, I tried the knob.

  Locked.

  “You’ve locked me out?” I rattled the knob once more.

  “Sorry, Mary. But if I let you in here, I’ll be late for my meeting with Dad. And you know what he’s like when anyone’s late.”

  I put my hand on my hip and glared at the door, too pissed off and confused to say anything more. Instead, I went to the dresser mirror to check for any spunk in my hair. After wiping off my face, I scrubbed a clump of gooey white from my bangs. Deciding I looked human enough to drive home, I shoved the dirty cum rag into his sock drawer, and left without saying goodbye.

  ***

  When I arrived at my apartment, I found revenge waiting for me on the stairs. An Adonis with a black eye smiled at me and waved as I walked toward him from my car. It was the guy Shamus got in a fight with at the club.

  Roscoe straightened his tall, broad shouldered frame and sauntered over.

  He smile was all white teeth and dazzling. Where Shamus’ hair was short and done in messy spikes, his was long, and fell to his shoulders in loose blond curls.

  “Hey, I just wanted to apologize for being a dick the other night. It was a crappy first impression.”

  Smiling, I raked my gaze up and down his tight t-shirt and jean clad body. I took my time, making sure he noticed. “No worries. We all
make asses of ourselves sometimes.”

  He chuckled at this. “I came on a bit too strong. But when I see a beautiful lady, I guess I get carried away.”

  I giggled, thinking, He’s laying it on thick, but he was giving me the opening I wanted. “How’d you find my place?”

  “Saw you and Shamus coming out of here a couple times. Read your name on the buzzers.”

  I reached up and gently ran my finger over the back eye he still sported. “Want to come up for a drink?”

  He grinned wide. “I won’t have to fight off your crazy brother later?”

  I laughed. “What Shamus doesn’t know won’t hurt him.”

  Once inside, it didn’t take me long to go into seduction mode. I was liking this new me, who took chances, lived life, and got a lot more sex than the old me did.

  I handed Roscoe a coffee laced liberally with Bailey’s then snuggled up close to him on the couch. A small part of me felt guilt, but, really, it wasn’t like I was cheating on Shamus. Not really. We weren’t a couple. Besides, I’d always wanted to give the one night stand thing a shot. Or, I guess it was a one afternoon quickie. Either way worked great for me.

  Small talk was the last thing on my mind. I slid my hand up his leg, to his upper thigh, and he put his coffee down. I was still incredibly horny, and my pussy was wet again at the prospect of fucking my step-brother’s gorgeous adversary.

  “You sure you aren’t setting me up?” Roscoe whispered close to my lips. “Shamus won’t come hunting for my head after this?”

  I placed my hand over the impressive bulge in his tight jeans and gently squeezed his hardening cock. “Like I said: what he doesn’t know won’t hurt him. And I promise I won’t tell.” Eagerly I continued to massage his dick, while my tongue flitted out across his bronze neck. I yanked his t-shirt up and lowered my head to suck a nipple, while I unzipped his jeans and slid my hand past his briefs.