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Taboo Lust

... speakers nearby. Reverend Maynard, Brian’s Grandfather, sounded much like Brian but with a heavier depth. Is that what Brian would sound like when he was older? As I moved to stand Brian put a hand on my thigh to hold me down. “No. Because then they'll know we're up here.” He smiled, warm and inviting, as I slid back in my seat. Without thinking I leaned over to kiss him on the cheek for that, just a fun little peck but it was something we hadn't done before. I pulled away, nervous. He studied me for a moment, his soft blue eyes searching mine, which made heat rush to my cheeks. “Sorry,” I said. “That was rude.” I sat back, pretending to see his father preaching over the railing though all I could really see was the top row of the choir, their heads casting shadows at different heights. He kept his hand on my thigh, though, as we sat still and pretended to listen. Warm heat spread through the fabric of my skirt, drawing more and more of my attention. The church filled with the sound of organ music and the congregation singing. I could have sworn the hand he had on my thigh slipped higher, just a tad. I sat, my eyes unfocused and my heart drumming wildly over the contact that I knew should not be coming from my step-brother, trying to think of what to say or do next. Should I stop him? When I glanced at him he seemed equally conflicted except his eyes weren't staring out blankly. He was watching me with a strange haze of desirious confusion. Not like I was a virgin, not ...

... that I hadn't made out before and rubbed and touched and got a guy off. I knew was a steady hand on the thigh meant. I knew that look in his eyes was something more than just 'gee shucks, sis'. Making out with the choir instructor's son in the church foyeur had been bad enough. The idea of doing things like kissing or touching Brian felt so much more sinful. It *was sinful. I thought that over while his eyes fell to my thigh and he squeezed his hand a little. We didn't say anything, we didn't really need to. He leaned forward and looked to my mouth with obvious desire. His throat tensed as he swallowed. The distance between us—however narrow it was—seemed too monstrously far as we leaned toward each other. Both of us seemed to tap into the same concern because we hesitated and leaned back, but the new distance was unfavorable so we leaned toward each other again. Kissing my step-brother. It had never happened before, not even in a game of Turth or Dare. Kissing Brian was like kissing a silky ribbon of candy. Sweet and smooth...warm. His warmth traveled through my lips, over my skin, chasing away the cold. Our tongues slid together, teasing and tasting in a way that made my jaw ache for more. The hand he still held to my thigh traveled up slowly—the fabric tickling my skin as he went—until he was almost to the top, milimeters away from my pussy. I wanted to curl my hips forward and press against him but I didn't. Instead, hesitant, imagining he might reject the idea, I reached ...