Awakened to the Forbidden Ch. 03

At a commercial, he went to the mini bar and chose a small bottle of rum. After twisting off the tiny cap, he tipped the bottle to his lips and drained it in one swallow. The sweet burn flowed down to his gut. His stomach rumbled, reminding him that he hadn't eaten in hours. He picked up the phone and called for room service.

"One sec," he said when asked if he needed anything else. "I'm getting us something to eat, what do you want?"

Not a sound came from the bathroom. He frowned and listened for the sound of water.

"You okay, Ashley?"

Nothing.

He crossed the room and rapped on the door with a knuckle. "Ashley?"

Still nothing. A wave of panic bowled over him. Damn it, what if she'd fallen asleep in the bath?

Dropping the phone, he threw the door open, and surged towards the bath, prepared to haul her out and do mouth to mouth. His heart thumped fast and hard. He stumbled to a stop inches from the bath.

Water sloshed onto the floor as Ashley sat up. She covered her breast with her arms. "Colin?"

Damn it He turned his head and cleared his throat. "Sorry, I called a few times. When you didn't answer I thought . . . ."

"Oh." She swept her hair away from her face and wrinkled her nose. "I was rinsing off. I didn't hear you."

Eyes on the ceiling, he gave a slow nod. "Yeah, well I guess I should . . . ."

He backed towards the door. Stupid, stupid, stupid. His palms itched to slip all over that wet, pink flesh. He was practically drooling, thinking of tasting her sweet lips. All of them.

"Wait."

Perfectly still, he waited, not even breathing, sure the slightest motion would make her change her mind.

She didn't say anything.

Finally, he looked at her. She hugged herself, knees bent, arms around them. And stared at him.

He took a step towards the bath. "What is it, sweetie?"

"I want . . . ." Her brow furrowed and she nibbled the edge of her lip. "Could you...?"

Oh, she 'wanted' all right. It wasn't hard to figure out what. She just didn't know how to ask. And it wouldn't be very nice of him to make her. Not very brotherly at all.

Straight faced, he jutted his chin towards the facecloth and soap she'd set on the edge of the tub. "You want me to wash your back?"

Lips pressed together, eyes wide, she swallowed. Then nodded.

God she was adorable. A bright blush rose high on her cheeks and graced the top of her breasts. A droplet of water clung to the tip of her nose.

Then her tongue ran over her lips. Heat flashed through her eyes before she dropped her head and turned so he could scrub her back. In that instant, she stopped being cute little sis, and turned into a woman waiting for him to make the next move.

He leaned over her and grabbed the facecloth. When he knelt beside the bath, she rested her forehead on her knees. He could feel her shaking when he smoothed her hair over one shoulder.

"Nervous?" He soaped up the facecloth and watched her quick, jerky nod. A sigh escaped before he could stop it. Maybe he'd read her wrong. Maybe the only reason she'd showed any interest was because she was afraid to lose his affection to Steph.

Time to get that idea right out of her head.

"Ashley, I don't want you thinking we have to do anything...well, like what me and Steph do. I wouldn't love you any less if I had a normal girlfriend."

Her shoulders slumped and she hugged her knees tight. "You don't want me."

"Are you fucking kidding?" His lips snapped together. Nice, that will make her feel much better. "I just don't want you to think anything...sexual is necessary for us to be close. You're a beautiful woman. I can't help but want you. But that doesn't mean we have to—"

"It's probably better if we don't." Ashley rubbed her arms and sucked her teeth. "I'm no good anyway. Steph probably knows what she's doing. She probably didn't have to convince you to sleep with her."

Colin laughed.

The glare she gave him was fit to slice and dice. "You think that's funny? I guess you haven't noticed the guys lined up for a piece of our perfect sister. I always wondered why she turned them all down. Now I know." Her bottom lip trembled. "Why would she want them when she has you?"

Before she could look down again, he curved his hand under her chin and forced her to face him. "Steph seduced me. Believe me, incest wasn't on my 'to do' list." He traced her bottom lip with his thumb. "It just happened. And I don't regret it. I just don't want you to."

"I won't." She tried to bite her lip and her teeth grazed his thumb. "But you might. I suck."

I certainly hope so

Lips pressed together, he held back a grin. And managed not to laugh. He was learning. When he felt sure he could manage a level tone, he asked. "What makes you think that?"

She shrugged and fixed her gaze on his shoulder when he wouldn't let her turn away. "Bobby was a sweetie, but I knew he didn't really enjoy . . . doing it. No matter how hard he tried, I didn't . . . ." Her jaw worked and she frowned. "I'm not normal."

Now this was interesting. His little sister wasn't a virgin. That much he'd figured. But she'd never had an orgasm?

Bless you for being a lousy lay, Bobby.

The big brother in him stalled the urge to show his satisfaction. He leaned a little closer. "Have you ever tried doing it for yourself."

The pink already coloring her cheeks darkened to a blotchy red. She jerked away from him. "Yes, damn you. I just can't."

"And you thought that would make me want you less?"

Lips pursed, she scowled at him. "Maybe not. For all I know, you'd be happy to stick it anywhere."

He chuckled and shook his head. Then he motioned for her to turn again and resumed scrubbing her back with the soapy facecloth. "If you're right and Steph's so good, why would I need to just 'stick it anywhere'?"

"I don't know." She hissed in a breath when he ran the facecloth down her side and his knuckles brushed the side of her breast. "Variety?"

"Variety." He dipped his hand into the water and released the facecloth. Then he slid his hand over the high curve of her ass. She jumped and he grinned. Without pause, he stroked up her spine. "And what—I'm too lazy to look beyond my own family?"

"No." She groaned when his fingers dug into the tense muscles of her neck. "You could have anyone."

Rising up on his knees, he pressed a quick kiss on the delicate slope right under her ear. Then he rested back on his heels and undid his shirt. Letting it fall to the floor, he waited until she glanced at him before speaking again. "But I want you."

Her big round eyes were locked on his chest. Her breast bobbed under her arm, up and down with each rapid inhale. "Why?"

So many reasons, but she wouldn't believe any of them. Rather than waste his time explaining, he decided to just show her. "Lay back and relax. I want to start with proving you wrong."

Reclined, with one arm over her chest and her legs crossed, she was a vision of wanton innocence. The bubbles that smelled like the shampoo she'd used for her hair, sweet and floral, had faded to almost nothing. He let his gaze travel over her. And smiled.

She had shaved.

"How are you gonna prove me wrong?"

"Uncross your legs and put your arms at your sides." He counted to ten in his head. She didn't move. "I won't ask again. I'll just assume you're not ready, or that you don't want me."

The water slapped against the sides of the bath as she let her arms fall and parted her thighs.

"Good girl." He put his hand on her knee and squeezed. "Now tell me, what was it like with Bob? How did you feel when he touched you—say here."

He slid his hand down to her inner thigh. Her muscles clenched.

"I felt..." Her hips shifted and her head thunked against the bath as his hand drifted up to her knee and down her other thigh. "God, not like this. I just wanted him to get it over with."

"Hmm." He left his hand pass just over the juncture of her thighs before moving back up. "Did you even get wet?"

"Not really." Her thighs tried to close over his hand. They shook as she forced them apart. "He had to use lube."

Bastard. Grinding his teeth, Colin inhaled deep. "Are you wet now?"

She laughed. "I'm sitting in a bath full of water. What do you think?"

"You know what I mean."

Her knees knocked when she snapped her thighs together. "I'm not sure."

"Should I check?"

His breath caught. Last chance, baby girl. If this isn't what you want, please tell me now.

"Just promise me something." She sounded so unsure, so vulnerable, Colin almost jerked his hand away and called the whole thing off. But her thighs trapped him.

So he closed his eyes and inclined his head. "Anything."

"Don't take it personally if you can't . . . well, you know." When he looked at her, her lips were set in a tight smile. "It's my problem, not yours. But either way, I want this. At least once."

It was his turn to groan. "Ashley, I will prove you wrong. And once I do, I won't be satisfied with just once. I hope you're sure . . . ."

"I am."

"Good." He shoved her thighs apart and bent over, both arms in the bath now, one hand covering her smooth little pussy. "Now stop talking and let your big brother take care of you." He chuckled when she rolled her eyes. Then his fingers found her clit. He circled it until her eyes glazed. "And Ashley . . . ."

Her hands gripped to the side of the bath. She gasped. "What?"

"Try not to scream when you come."

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A delicious little quiver of fear rode up Ashley's spine. Shamelessly sprawled out in the bath, with her brother's hand covering her, she wondered what would happen if someone walked in. Not that anyone knew they were there besides Steph, but what if someone found out?

Or what if Steph walked in? The muscles in her belly clenched. She suddenly felt a little sick. Colin might be her brother, but he was also Steph's lover. And she was sneaking around with him. So wrong, on so many levels.

But Steph wanted them to be together. Unless Ashley had misunderstood. Maybe Steph just wanted someone she could talk to about the relationship.

Screw what Steph wants. It's not like she owns him. They can't ever get married.

"What are you thinking about?"

She blinked and looked up at him. His big chest loomed over her. Little droplets of water clung to the high slopes of his pecs. She watched one trickle down and flushed when she noticed the lump pressing against the zipper of his jeans. Her eyes skidded up to his square jaw. Then locked on his dark frown.

"Nothing." She forced a smile. "Ready to give up?" Please say no. "We can just do it you know. I don't mind."

He actually growled. "I don't think so."

Christ. She'd pissed him off. Great. Now he'd go back and get what he wanted from Steph.

His hand wrapped around her hip and he jerked her down. His finger dipped into her and her lips parted as it hooked deep inside. "You're going to tell me what's going on in that pretty little head of yours."

The tip of his finger hit a spot deep inside that felt so good she stopped breathing and locked all her senses on it, wanting to savor the sensation while it lasted. Because it couldn't possibly.

"There we go." Colin's laugh sent little vibrations right into her belly. "Now talk."

"I don't want to talk. I want—Ah!" He pushed another finger inside her and her thighs quivered as he began thrusting them in and out. Slow. Too damn slow. Her core clamped around his fingers and pleasure coiled up inside her. "Please!"

He stopped moving and leaned close to kiss her. "I know what you want." His breath was hot on her lips and the heat seemed to travel down to her throbbing depths. "But I won't give it to you until you give me what I want."

Desperate for him to continue, she spoke in a rush. "Steph. I was thinking about you and Steph and how wrong it is for me to want to take you from her. But I don't care!"

"Good girl." He kissed her hard and thrust his tongue into her mouth in time with the deep thrusts of his fingers. "Now come for me. I want to feel your pussy tighten around your big brother's fingers while you lose control. Then . . . ." He turned his hand and his thumb passed over her clit. Her hips bucked at the shock of pleasure. "I'm going to take you in the bedroom and put my mouth where my hand is. And you're going to come again."

"Oh, God, Colin!" The sensation, intensified by his words, was going to tear her apart with sheer ecstasy. "I'm going to . . . ."

She sobbed as her core tightened and a rippling flame seemed to travel up into her womb and flash out. Water sloshed from the bath as Colin picked her up and held her while she writhed against the exquisite feelings that seemed to go on forever.

"You're right on the edge of another climax." He stood with her in his arms and nuzzled her neck. "And I'm going to enjoy sticking my tongue inside you and sucking up all your sweet juices—"

All those juices he was talking about were dripping between her thighs. Her pussy seemed to throb with his every word. She hit his chest and moaned. "You won't be able to suck anything if you're dead, big brother, which you will be if you don't get moving."

He got moving, laughing as he brought her to the bedroom and dumped her on the bed. "Is that so?"

Sprawled out on the bed, Ashley felt uncertainty sputter through her as Colin stripped out of his jeans and stood there, naked, just looking her over. His eyes paused on each scar and the light creases around his eyes and on his brow seemed deeper, more pronounced. He ran his hand down her thigh, but she didn't feel pleasure. She could only see the pity, the regret.

Oh, God, is that what this is? She closed her eyes and her thighs and tried to push away the doubt. But it wouldn't go away. A pity fuck? I don't need that from my own brother.

His hand left her and she opened her eyes to see his lips turn down in a dark frown. "This isn't going to work. You don't really want this. You—"

"No." She sat up and grabbed the blanket to cover herself. "You don't really want this. Just get out. I don't need your pity. At least Danny saw me as a woman."

Colin's eyes narrowed. Her heart skipped a beat as he slammed his fists down on the bed at either side of her hips. "What did you just say?"

The wrong thing. She tried to wiggle away from him, but the blanket pinned her in place. "I—"

"How many different ways can I tell you that I want you?" He ground out each word through his teeth as he peeled the blanket off her. "Danny didn't see you as a woman—he saw you as a piece of ass. Bobby saw you as a piece of ass." When she tried to sit up Colin put his hand between her breasts and pushed her down. "Do you want to know what I see?"

Ashley's mouth went dry as he climbed on top of her and covered her with his naked body. She could feel his dick jabbing into her belly, the soft weight of his balls on her thigh. Her feet shifted restlessly. Her mind went blank. She wanted him to take her, to fill her body and take her like a man took a woman he loved.

But he was waiting for her to acknowledge his question.

"What do you see?" She whispered.

He cupped her face in his hands and bent down to kiss her. His lips were soft, his breath ragged and hot. "My baby sister, all grown up and fucking hot. I love you so much, and even though I shouldn't, I want this body to be all mine. Do the scars bother me? Yes. It's my fault you have them—"

"No it's not—" She tried again to sit up. He forced her back with the press of his chest.

"Quiet. You're going to listen to me." His hand slid down his side, over her hip, between her thighs. She hissed in a breath as his fingers slipped between her pussy lips and teased her slit. "So hot and wet, because of me. Let's not lie to each other. We're both scared, we know this is wrong—" He opened her wide his finger and thumb and moved down until his face was between her thighs. "But we need each other, don't we?"

He thrust his tongue into her and her back bowed. "Yes!"

Slurping his way up between her folds, he gave a little nod, then kissed the top of her mound. He licked his lips, then smiled at her. "No more excuses, no more saying the 'right' thing. Tell me what you want your big brother to do to you."

She didn't think she could manage the words, but she gasped them out. "I want you to keep doing . . . with your tongue . . . ."

His whole mouth covered her pussy and his tongue plunged in deep. Her hips bucked as pure heat built up and up, like his tongue was fuel and her whole body was a bonfire.

"Colin, I need you . . . ." She slurred every words as she struggled to get them out. "Inside me. I don't want to come until you're inside me."

His fingers took the place of his tongue when he glanced up. "You will, baby girl, but you're gonna come in my mouth first."

"But then I won't be able to—"

He gave a deep throated laughed and pressed his lips to her clit. "Sure you will. Just thinking about your brother . . . ." He sucked at her clit, then flicked it with his tongue. "Ramming his big dick into your tight . . . ." His fingers moved faster and faster. "Pussy, will get you off. I'm ready to come just thinking about being inside you."

She couldn't argue—couldn't think. The orgasm hit her so hard she screamed, her whole body shaking as pleasure pummeled her. Colin lurched forward and covered her mouth with his hand.

"Shh. You're going to have everyone on this floor thinking I'm killing you."

He moved his hand and kissed her when she nodded. She could taste herself on his lips, the slight tang of shampoo from the bath, mixed with a sweetness she couldn't compare to anything she'd ever eaten. At least she knew now that she didn't taste bad.

She giggled and Colin rose in a pushup position and frowned at her.

"What's so funny?"

What could she say? He looked so disgruntled, she decided on the truth. "I just realized I don't taste as awful as I thought I would. I never let Bobby do . . . that, because I was afraid he'd think I was gross."

Colin rolled his eyes. "How 'bout you get him out of your head."

Turning his back on her, Colin walked out of the room. She sat up and stared at the door. Had she pissed him off again? She hadn't meant to.

"Colin?"

He strolled back into the room. "Yes?"

"Umm . . . ." She flushed when she noticed the condom in his hand. "Nothing."

Ripping the wrapped open with his teeth, he arched a brow. "Ah." He spat a piece of the wrapper on the floor. "Did you think we were done?"

She bit the tip of her tongue as he rolled the condom over his dick, then shook her head.

"Liar." He crawled onto the bed, his eyes dark as he grabbed her by the knees and jerked so she fell back. "I told you I'd never be done with you, didn't you believe me?"

"I wasn't sure." She moaned when he stroked her pussy with his hand, smearing her juices everywhere. "Colin—"

"Say 'fuck me, big brother'." He dropped his lips to one breast, sucked hard, then moved to the other. "I need to make sure you know who's doing this to you."

Oh, she knew. It was naughty, technically illegal, but thrilling. She whispered. "Fuck me, big brother."

He positioned himself between her thighs and his dick pressed against her pussy. "Louder."

His dick stretched her open as he eased in. She moaned and tossed her head from side to side as the need to be filled up ragged through her. "Please!"

"Say it." He held her face in his hands and looked deep into her eyes as he worked his way into her body. "Just once more, love, for me?"

"Fuck me, big brother! Oh!" She cried out when he rammed in and he swallowed the sound with an open mouth kiss. Then he gave her what she'd been craving, his hard dick filling her, going deeper and deeper every time he rocked his hips. He grabbed her ass and urged her to move with him, grinding down when he found a spot that made her whimper as every nerve in her body flared to life.