Liyla's Spiral from Grace Ch. 02

Overview: Well, each chapter is dedicated to a different type of eroticism. The only ones I won't be covering are: Pedophilia, bondage, and (possibly) rape. And maybe sex toys. The story is sparse, but it has a more meaningful effect on the sex scenes. EACH CHAPTER HAS A BRIEF SUMMARY OF ITS SEXUAL CONTENT and helpful tips on how to avoid the storyline and SKIP STRAIGHT TO THE SEX. The story isn't looking for patrons. If a reader can take only one chapter at random and enjoy the read, then the story is successful. Can't ask for much more. The story's chapters are kept to a minimum. Nothing over 3,000 words, preferably 2,500 words. Leave some constructive abuse or gushing praise, and support the continuance of my improvement in writing erotic stories. Don't worry about missing anything. Every chapter has a re-cap of highlights from previous chapters!

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ChapterTwoAnthony's Mark

Summary: Liyla starts to see more in her brother. [Masturbation, Suggestiveness (Incest).] If you don't care about the ongoing story, just scroll down to the very last section of this chapter.

Liyla ate dinner with a strange numbness. Her head was whirling with thoughts. Earlier that evening, when she had caught her mom in the act with the newspaper subscriptions salesman, Ansel, Liyla, for the first time had...touchedherself. After the initial shock, it became so pleasurable that it took her another half hour to get over the fascination and newly built addiction. She had blasted her music, not only to muffle her own moans, but as a warning sign for her mother that she had come home. It was hard trying to do her homework, seeing how she had done The Deed with her dominant hand. She couldn't help but stare at it and blank out.

And Liyla suddenly had a newfound respect and curiosity for her mother's secret life. She knew she could never ask. But it was enough just to know. A strange, faraway smile swept over her face.

Mrs. Taylor sat with her usual tight-lipped expression. She watched her daughter's smile with a sudden uneasiness. She hosted a new expression of suspicion. It was that time for girls to kiss and sneak out of the house. But she thought of something and seemed to lighten her admonishments. Oh, well. It was about time.

The two ate somewhat happily before the front door swung open, and Liyla's older brother swept through. Anthony sauntered over to the dining table and flopped down at the head of the table where Mr. Taylor used to sit, "Hey, Ma. Hey, Lillie."

Liyla jolted out of her little fantasy and looked up: "Wow, you look like a wreck!"

Anthony answered this by turning to his mother, "Ma, you won't believe this girl I'm dating. She was---"

"Anthony. Not at the dinner table. Not in front of Liyla," Mrs. Taylor wore a laughing smile.

Liyla never really resented the fact that Anthony and their mother talked freely of his newest conquests. He talked about their quirks and dating mechanisms (referred to as "womanly subtlety" by most, but Anthony laughed at the idea), and other silly tidbits about females that she enjoyed listening to. It was the only time when her mother laughed and teased. Anthony was a free spirit, and was cultivated in easiness. Liyla, possibly because she was agirl, had it "worse off". Anthony had said that once. It came with the package. Even Atheist families had strict moms.

"Aw, ma, whocares. It's not like Lillie doesn't know..." he and Mrs. Taylor looked at Liyla.

Liyla smiled meekly.

Then, as if to give her son permission, she turned to resume conversation, "Well?"

"She was a hormonalmonster, Ma. Just, friggin'. You won't believe it. These intellectual types arehigh strung, I swear."

Mrs. Taylor laughed. He got a kick out of talking to them about it.

"Lillie, no really, she was fantastic," he turned to his sister, "I mean, look what she did to me." He looked down at himself. He looked like he had been chewed up and spit out. His hair was messier than usual. There was lipstick on his collar and a circular bruise near his Adam's apple. "I've never seen a smart girl so desperate. She's cute, too." Anthony then scooped himself some mashed potatoes. "Anyway," he said sleepily, "I'm hungry."

Mrs. Taylor shook her head, with warm, motherly disapproval.

And Liyla, seeing how charming and witty her brother was, couldn't help but admire him. The mischievous green that glinted in his eye, his extremely beautiful neck. The stubbles on his face that made him look rough, the skin that looked so delicate, and everything about him that oozed sex and demanded attention. Her mouth was dry, so she drank a little water to wash it down. The water was cool and caressed her throat.

Later on that evening, she came into her brother's room clad skimpily. Even if it was Fall, it was warm enough to wear shorts and a tank top. At least, that's what she told herself. "Anthony," she called out to him.

He had been typing away avidly on his keyboard before he turned around, slowly and deliberately. "Yeah?" He was never the type of person to get startled. Maybe because he was guiltless and always out in the open.

Liyla leaned against the doorframe. "Can I talk to you?" Liyla didn't really know what she wanted to talk about. Admittedly, she had only come there to see her brother and admire his features some more, which she (also) told herself was normal for any curious girl. It crossed her mind to tell him what she saw earlier that day, but then she thought better of it. It was a secret shelikedkeeping.

Anthony rose his eyebrows thoughtfully. "A talk, huh? Okay." Then a wide, mischievous smile spread over his face. "Turn the lights on, will ya? Jesus, what time is it--" he looked at his computer. "Shouldn't you be in bed?"

Liyla ignored his command to turn on the lights. She liked it in the dark like this. The ambiance was just right. She slinked over to his bedside and sat on it, and responded: "I usually don't sleep until one. I used to talk with Shawna until then, but she's been real busy lately."

"Ha, Shawna. That kid. She got a boyfriend, now?"

"Yeah. He's older." His bed was soft. She stretched her legs out in front of her.

Anthony smiled.

Liyla watched his movements. How sexy and carefree he looked, even slumped in a computer chair. She saw his boxers, then averted her eyes.

"So. What do you want to talk about?"

"Sex," Liyla blurted. She didn't even have time to stop herself. His eyes commanded her. They were hypnotizing.

He let out a chuckle. "Jesus,sex, Liyla? Don't you want to talk about it with Shawna or some other girls or something? I mean, like, read your girly magazines and paint your nails?"

"Anthony, I'm serious---"

"So am I, Lillie. I'm a dick, I won't give you anything but bad news."

Liyla paused. The two of them looked at each other. Her breath was uneven. She shut her mouth. She didn't realize it had been open. She was aroused. Completely aroused. No denying it. Her brother, like the newspaper subscriptions salesman (who initially looked pretty goofy), was a god. Her heart was pounding in her chest. She could hear it pulsing in her ears. She could even hear the subtle hum of the computer drive. The soft music coming from his stereo. She stood up suddenly. "I,"

He rose his eyebrows again.

"You're right." she smiled nervously.

"Hey, come on now, you know I'm here though, right? If you need help? I won't tell Ma, I promise."

Liyla felt reassured. Even his voice. God, his voice. "Thank you," she was walking backward when she tripped over her own foot. Lightning quick, her brother snatched her arm. The first thing she saw was his bicep. Her own sexual anxiety made blood rush to her head and it showed in her face. Its redness looked purple with the tint of darkness in his room.

"Jesus, be careful. You'll fall and crack your head open," he chuckled. His grasp lightened.

The redness of his finger imprints flourished on her skin then died away, and left goose bumps. Her dark areoles showed through her skimpy tank top. "Thank you," she foolishly repeated, and darted out of the room.

Anthony smiled, watching her disappear out the doorway. He had onesquirrellylittle sister.

******

Liyla gave into fantastical dreams that night. They were utterly embarrassing, but sensual and real. Almost as if they were really happening. She skittishly moaned as she teased herself with her fingers, sliding them underneath her bra, exploring the suppleness of her own breasts, fondling herself, pinching her nipples hard. Caressing all her areas of sensitivity. More often than not, she liked to jackhammer her forefinger and middle finger in and out of her like a makeshift cock. Her eyes were shut tight. She writhed like her mother and humped her pelvis into her fingers. Her own face was smothered into her pillow, her chin dug into the bed sheets, "Anthony..." She continued thrusting herself with her own fingers. Her butt rose and fell in a snake-like fashion. Her hair was matted with sweat. "Mmmmn." The air was cool and kept caressing her skin with more goose bumps. Her sweat was cold. "Anthony, Anth--- mmmmn, uh-uh-uh-uh," She shuddered heavily. Then, she felt limp onto her stomach, smashing her fingers beneath her. She breathed heavily. She swiped her fingers across her own shorts and flipped onto her back to breathe better. She looked at the doorway and could have sworn she saw a shadow move.

She tried to relay things back in her mind, to see if she had been making too much noise.

She fell asleep paranoid, but exhausted and willing to have more night dreams.