Forbidden Fruit (2 page)

"Mmm," Reese murmured. "So . . . we have the house all to ourselves."

Ashlynn swallowed hard and nodded. "Looks like."

"Do you have any plans today?"

Go somewhere far, far from here.
"No," she replied. "Frank, ah,
your
dad mentioned that you have a presentation in your Psych class. Since you're still here, I figured you wanted to get work done. I'll make myself scarce and give you some time to . . . you know, work."

She emphasized
your
more for her benefit than his. At the moment, it seemed very important to draw a line marking where their relation to each other existed. As in, on paper only. Not in real life.

Reese snickered. "This early on break? Unlikely."

"Oh, well—"

"Wanna take in a show?"

Ashlynn made an exaggerated face and shook her head. Alone in a dark theater with Reese for two hours? She couldn't possibly keep from touching him. And that thought paved a road to utter and complete badness. "Nothing good is out," she volunteered, with complete accuracy. Their one horse town cinema rarely hosted anything worth watching.

"Wasn't thinking we'd have to go anywhere," Reese replied. "Got something we can watch right here."

Ashlynn's mind flickered back to the film, and heat flooded her cheeks. Sure, he'd caught her watching him masturbate, but he'd certainly not make her sit through
that
with him . . . would he?

One look into his twinkling blue eyes sealed the deal. He
so
would.

Crap, she was toast.

At any rate, this would be the ideal place to intervene and fess up all her crimes just to spare herself further humiliation.
Yes, Brother dear, I did happen to see you beating
the bishop, but it was honestly your fault for not shutting the door all the way. Really. Now can
we agree never to mention this again?

By the way, I'm in love with you.

Yeah, that'd go over well.

"I'm not really in, ah, a movie-watching mood," Ashlynn said, casting her gaze southward, her cheeks burning.

"Oh, come on,
Sis
."

She glanced up at his tone.

Reese's brows perked with challenge. "You never do anything fun."

"That's not true." At least, she didn't want it to be true. "I do plenty of fun things."

"You turned nineteen three months ago."

"What does that have to do with anything?"

"Just reminding you, you're overdue for a celebration."

"I went to dinner with Mom."

He rolled his eyes. "A real celebration. Or a break, at least."

"A break from what?"

"The burden of being you." Reese grinned. "Come on, Ash. Sit through a few minutes."

"Of what?"

"I'm sure we'll find something interesting."

Her nerves lit with awareness. Reese would never let her off the hook without torturing her in return, and he'd want to make her as uncomfortable as possible to coax a confession from her. A few minutes of porn with her gorgeous, drool-inspiring, panties-drenching stepbrother?

"Just a few minutes?"

He nodded. "Let's say five. Five minutes."

A few minutes. Okay. Inhale, exhale.
"I-I can do five minutes."

Reese drew back with a smirk. "Right then," he purred, tossing her a careless wink before practically sauntering toward the door. "Meet you in the den in five. Oh . . .

and Ashlynn?"

She swallowed hard. "Yeah?"

His gaze raked down her body, and for the first time she became completely aware of how
not
much she wore. She hadn't yet changed, so she sat in all her typical morning attire: a longish tee that hit her knees and nothing but her incredibly boring panties underneath. Her nipples saluted him through the veil of cotton. Ashlynn wet her lips and fought to keep from pulling the collar of her t-shirt forward. Any sudden movement seemed unwise and would do little more than attract attention she couldn't afford to attract.

Erect nipples or not, she saw no earthly reason her "blahness" should attract
that
look from her stepbrother.

Especially considering the stepbrother part.

Wrong, wrong, wrong.

"Formal dress is definitely optional," he said.

And then he disappeared, tearing up the stairs and leaving her in a state of near panic.

Was he teaching her a lesson, or was this for real?

Ashlynn expelled a deep breath.
Only one way to find out.

* * * * *

By the time she worked up the courage to enter the room, Reese had already claimed his seat on the couch. After much soul-searching, Ashlynn had decided to take his invitation to heart. She hadn't changed clothes, though she'd considered throwing on everything from jeans to a snowsuit to avoid the awkwardness of
formal dress
optional
. In the end, though, she'd decided to make this her game. If he wanted to teach her a lesson, well, he'd have to find a more inventive way of watching porn. She was a mature, sophisticated nineteen-year-old—with admitted voyeuristic tendencies—and not some granny with a heart condition. She could do this. She could so totally do this.

"Take a seat," Reese said, patting the empty space beside him.

Ashlynn licked her lips and did as instructed. So what if her heart pounded? She could get through this. Five minutes, he'd said. Three hundred seconds, which sounded a lot more reasonable than five minutes. She decided to start a backward count to cue her exit.

"You look nervous," he said.

"I'm not," she replied, much too quickly to be anything but nervous.

One of Reese's eyebrows drew up to a perfect dome. "Something on your mind?"

"Nope."

"You sure?"

"Absolutely positive." Ashlynn waved at the television. "Let's get this show on the road. I have things I want to do today."

"Things? I thought you said you weren't busy."

"I have books to get." The books were a reasonable excuse; she started her freshman year of college in the fall, and she had always been the sort of person to prepare well in advance. "A-and, I'm a girl. I might want to do mall things."

"Mall things?"

"Things pertaining to the mall."

Reese sat back, pointing the remote at the television. "Well," he drawled.

"Wouldn't want to interfere with mall things."

"What are we watching?"

Good God, had she really just asked that? Wasn't the situation awkward enough?

"Mmm." He gave that purr again. "Since you were so interested in what I was watching upstairs, I thought you might like to see for yourself."

Having a theory was one thing; having that theory proven and put into motion seemed completely different. All at once, the cool detachment she'd donned like armor melted away, throwing her heart
again
into wild palpitations that would certainly render her the only girl her age to die of cardiac arrest.

"Reese, let me explain—"

He held up a hand and shook his head. "No need to explain," he said. "I'd've been curious, too."

Then the television flickered to life and the screen brightened with the sight of a woman—the same woman she'd seen before—sprawled on a kitchen table, a man going to town on her pussy with his mouth.

Ashlynn fought to keep her jaw from hitting the floor.

Here we go.

A few minutes in, the story in her head changed. Having never given porn a thought beyond
gross
, Ashlynn had never considered the possibility she might like it.

A lot.

She felt hot and squirmy. Keeping still became a measure of control, and she had so little control, though honestly the difficulty of holding still had more to do with Reese's eyes on her than the screen's acts of depravity.

He wasn't watching the video at all.

"Makes you hot, doesn't it?" He asked thickly.

From the corner of her eye, she saw his hand moving. Oh Jesus, he was rubbing himself through his sweats.

Ashlynn's mouth fell agape but closed just as quickly. Her face burned and her blood sizzled.

"I . . . ah . . . ."

"That's why you peeked in, right?"

She shook her head without thinking.

"No?" he asked.

"I don't know what you're talking about."

Okay, of all the incredibly lame things she could say, that quite possibly ranked as the lamest. Please. They both knew what they were doing sitting on this couch, watching a blonde woman get eaten, then eat some guy's cock while another guy pumped his fingers between her shiny folds.

They knew. And she had no idea how many of her three hundred seconds had ticked by.

Thankfully, Reese let the matter drop. Instead of pursuing that particular line of discomfort, he chose another route completely. "You're hot, aren't you?"

Ashlynn blinked wildly. "What?"

"This makes you hot. I bet if I . . . ."

Much too relaxed, his right arm dropped between her legs, fingers pressing against her pussy through her T-shirt with such casualness the room went to spinning around her. As though they did this every day. As though Reese touching her intimately wasn't a new sensation at all.

"
Oh
, yeah," he murmured, hand ducking under the hemline of her tee. "You're a hot little minx, aren't you?" His fingers dove beneath the elastic band of her panties and settled through her nest of curls. "Fuck, you're drenched."

"Oh, hell."

"That's right." He rubbed a tantalizing line between her pussy lips, the television forgotten, then slipped a digit inside her and hissed. "Christ!"

Ashlynn jerked, his touch sending a sharp jolt through her body. If possible, the pressure at her temples increased. "Oh my God!"

"Feel so warm." Reese licked his lips, his fingers becoming more boisterous. In and out, in and out.

Warm, gooey fluid trailed across her skin, and likely drenched his.

Being explored felt like something out of a dream. Ashlynn had experimented with fingering herself, but the angle had always felt awkward. She'd considered purchasing a dildo, but couldn't muster the courage to take one to any checkout line.

Now Reese touched her in ways she'd never been touched, pushing deep but with enough caution to provide a safety net. The rhythm combined with sensation nearly unmade her. Her heart hammered and her head spun.

Oh hell, she'd passed out, and all this was some terrifically improbable dream, because no way would Reese finger-fuck her. No way.

Then he touched her clit. White flashed through her veins and had her insides ready to ignite, and then it ended. Her body gave way to uncontrollable shudders.

Embarrassment raced alongside completion, shaking her with how quickly she came. How fast her body peaked. The television played on, the same two guys pounding the same blonde, and Ashlynn sat spent--but with nerves that refused to relax--and with Reese's hand still in her panties.

"What . . . ."

Without warning, his touch slipped away, leaving her pussy empty and her body bereft. Ashlynn looked at him, words her enemy—which was all right, because before she could say anything, he'd put his fingers inside that hot mouth of his and licked her honey right off.

"Mmm," he murmured, eyes blazing. "You taste good."

"What the . . . hell . . . was that?"

"Something I've wanted a long fucking time." He took one of her hands in his and placing it rather roughly against the crotch of his sweats, rubbing his cotton-clad erection. "What do you say?"

What did she say? What was there to say?

Ashlynn had no idea. The room still spun. But as Reese rubbed her hand against his cock, she knew what he wanted.

And what she so desperately wanted to give.

"Is this something we're doing?" she asked, slipping off the couch. As if in a dream, she ended up on the ground between his spread legs, her gaze locked on the layer of cotton separating his most intimate part from her hungry hands and mouth.

If the drastic shift in their relationship fazed him at all, Reese hid it well. Neither protest nor question escaped his lips. Instead, he grinned and arched upward, shimmying his sweats down his toned hips until his erection sprang free.

Holy hell, not one inch of his body could be called imperfect. From his wavy brown hair to the perfectly sculpted muscles lining his chest and arms to the thick, heavy cock jutting toward her, he seemed too freaking pretty to be real. Admittedly, though, her focus bee-lined to his liberated erection.

Neither the patchworked glimpses she'd stolen nor the gawking upstairs could hope to do him justice. He wasn't circumcised—not like the guys in the movie. His flesh felt incredible in her hand, warm steel, and so good, she realized she hadn't hesitated before curling her fingers around his cock. This felt right, validating all those times she'd put off losing herself in the fumbling kisses of one of her disappointing boyfriends.

"I hope so," Reese said, his voice rough. "Never thought you'd . . . ."

"What?"

"Did you really not know?"

"Know?"

He looked at her a long moment, then shook his head. "Ash, please."

"Please?"

If she waited another beat, she'd chicken out. Ashlynn leaned forward, her tongue taking a nervous lap of his head. His answering moan fueled her bravado, and soon she had him completely sucked into her mouth.

"Oh, Christ."

Reese tunneled his fingers through Ashlynn's hair, jerking her forward, wordlessly demanding, pleading, begging
her
as her mouth tightened around him. She lifted her free hand to his balls and squeezed them delicately once, twice, then every few seconds as her other hand worked up and down his shaft. Her mouth found a natural rhythm, and she was lost. Lost in his taste, lost in his scent, lost in everything as she pulled and sucked on his cock, all the while trying to take his babbling instructions to heart.

"So fucking good," Reese whispered, hips thrusting almost subconsciously. "Oh yeah. Close your lips around the tip. Just . . . oh God, yes."

Behind her, the blonde on the screen might be servicing two men at once. But in the real world, Ashlynn was a nineteen-year-old virgin who had never given a blowjob before. Sure, she'd kissed boys and done the whole age-appropriate relationship thing, but when Tim had pressed her to show some boob, she'd declined. When Riley tried to put her hand where she didn't want it, she socked him. When Reese, her
stepbrother,
made her sit through porn and fingered her into oblivion, she got her knees and swallowed his cock.