1. Taboo Lust


    Date: 10/29/2017, Categories: Taboo, Author: Metilda, Rating: 12, Source: LushStories

    not a parent, not a child. Christ. *Go away, go away! Neither of us looked to see who it was. From the edge of my vision I could see a head peeking over the railing from a person on a mission to see we were behaving. I assumed it was one of the Ushers, one of the few who knew we were even here. A moment later the person, believing their feet were quiet, crept away. Brian and I both looked at each other and laughed quietly. Soon, he set his hand on my thigh again. Chapter 2 Pot-luck dinner. Sometimes a fun thing, sometimes not. When you're intoxicated with unsatisfied hormonal needs, it's usually not a fun thing. Brian managed o make it a bit more enjoyable. He walked behind me in line making every effort to touch me in seemingly innocent ways: reaching for a serving spoon at the same time so that his fingers would brush against mine; leaning forward when he had to reach across the table for a sweet roll, letting his chest rub against my shoulder as he did so—every little effort only made me want to run off and kiss and touch some more. When I turned to smile at him the look in his eyes told me that he knew was he was doing. No innocence what-so-ever was evident there. That fun ended when we came to the end of the table. Mom was waiting for us, coffee in hand. After hugging Brian and telling him how much she missed him, she ushered me to our table which only had two empty seats. Bored, my plate still full, Mom chatting with a newly-wed couple sitting close by, I looked ...
    around the room to find Brian. His Dad, my no-longer-step-father seemed to care far less about making him sit and eat. He was by the back door with his eyes intent on me sending, “Look at me, look at me, look at me,” signals. I said nothing as I stood. On the way to the door two elderly members of the church interfered with my progress in order to make small chat about college and junk. I tried to be polite but I'm certain I was still rude in my effort to get away. Couldn't help it, didn't care. Eventually, smiling and taking quick steps, I made it. He pulled me into the hallway, opened a narrow louver door that led to a small closest and pushed me inside. Shutting the door behind him he slid aside a short accordion style partition that only came as high as my knee. It was clear he intended for us both to crawl inside, but I hesitated. Playfully, he pinched my backside. I yelped and jumped forward. “Now they'll come to check what that noise was. You've gotta go,” he joked playfully. Typical brother, but he wasn't really that anymore, was he? My mind in a muddle over what we were really doing, I dropped to my knees and shuffled through the dark opening. It was smooth, dark, and very cold inside. There was a bit of dust on the floor. I didn't go far, unsure of where we even were. But as he crawled past me, brushing against me like a slithering snake, I moved aside and let him lead. It took a while for my eyes to adjust to the small amount of light that poured in from long, narrow ...
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