Chapter 2: Forbidden Fruit

Zoey Beauchamp

Shocked and preplexed she sputters "Explains what?" she asked.

"Why you aren't wearing a bra. You must've been naked when the door bell rang."

Warmth came to her cheeks again. "How can you tell I'm not wearing a bra?" she asked as she spooned coffee into the cup

"I could feel your nipples. And the way your tits spread against me, wow!"

She whirled around, her cheeks flushed. "Adam, I want you to stop using those obscene words!"

"You're not to direct such words at me!

He blinked. "'Tits, boobs, breasts, these aren't obscene words, It's in the dictionary."

"Well, just because it's there dosen't mean you should say it!"

As she turned away from him, he remarked, "I don't remember you being so prudish, I guess marriage did change you.

"And I don't remember you being so, so…"

"Vulgar?"

"Yes. Vulgar."

He let his eyes sweep down her back to the full mounds of her ass. He inquired, "Doesn't Matthew ever use words like that?"

"Of course not! At least, not to me."

"How do you talk when you're in bed? Do you say, 'Put your penis into my vagina, darling'?" He laughed.

She plugged in the percolator with an angry flourish. Her cheeks continued to glow. "Adam, I don't want to discuss sex with you. It isn't decent for brothers and sisters to talk about those things."

"Okay. Don't get ticked off."

Besides we're step siblings. Step brother Zoey! Remember that now and for the Future.

"Just what are your plans?" she asked coolly, though her cheeks still felt warm.

"My plans? You mean, about school?"

She got down a box of dry cereal and a bowl. "That, and where you're going to live.

"I want to stay here in Boston. As for school, I don't dare go back. I'm just screwed, I guess, unless I can get into another college.

She frowned over his use of "screwed", but she supposed it fell into the category of common slang. Anyway, she thought, his problem was her main concern at the moment.

"Have you told Mom and Dad about your trouble?"

"You gotta be kidding."

"So they think you're still in school, huh?"

"I suppose."

"Isn't the school likely to get in touch with them?" she asked as she stepped to the refrigerator and took out a carton of milk.

"Maybe. Now that's why I have to hide out for a while, until it all blows over."

"But, Adam, you'll have to tell Mom and Dad where you are. They'll worry."

"Quit bugging me, will you?" he demanded sharply. Then he flashed her a quick grin, and his tone softened.

"Things are bad enough without my big sister giving me hell besides."

"I'm sorry," she said in a small voice.

She proceeded to eat her breakfast. As soon as the coffee was ready, she poured it for Adam and herself.

They talked about old times. But there was something that troubled Zoey. Her brother seemed different, and the way he acted toward her made her nervous. He kept watching her with that strange glint in his eyes. This was the first time they had been alone together since she was married, and she felt uneasy.

After she had finished eating, they walked into the living room.

"This is a nice place," he said. "You and I can get along just fine here."

She looked directly at him and spoke in a serious tone.

"Adam, I'd like to have you stay here. You know that. But don't you think you'd be more comfortable somewhere else, where you can have more… space?"

He grinned. "I figure I can have all the space I want right here. Anyway, I don't have any money so, unless you could be so cruel as to leave your little brother stranded.

"I could help you out until you get a job."

"Hell, I don't want to take a job. I'm hoping to get into another college. If I can make it, I'll only be here until then – maybe a couple of weeks."

Zoey swallowed hard.

"Come on." He stepped over and drew her into a loose embrace. "You know you'd like to have me around."

He moved his hand slowly up and down her arm, and the caress made her skin tingle. He was big and handsome, not at all like the roughneck little boy she remembered. She began to get a giddy feeling as she stood close to him.

What's the matter with you? an inner voice demanded. He's your brother!

"Step brother"Another voice chipped in....

Panic seized her, and she pushed him away. He narrowed his eyes and studied her reaction, a grin playing along his firm, handsome lips.

"You're gonna let me stay, Zoe. You want me to stay. I'll be good company."

"But, Adam…"

"No arguments now, or I'll take you across my knee and give you a spanking. I'm not your baby brother any more. I've grown up."

That certainly was true, she realized, and it accounted for the strange way she felt about having him there. But he was still her brother, either little or small and she assured herself that there was no reason to feel uneasy in his presence. She believed she wouldn't have had such a crazy sensation if it weren't for the fact she was starved for Matthew's cock.

"All right, Adam. You can stay."

He grinned broadly. "That's my girl! Hey, do you mind if I go in and take shower?

"Go ahead," she told him. "Grab a towel from the closet." She pointed.

He gave her a wink and followed her instructions.

As she listened to the sound of the shower, she moved about the apartment, putting things in order. It would be good to have company, she decided. She didn't know anyone in Boston except for a couple of the other tenants in the apartment house, and she wasn't really close to them. She and Adam had grown up together.

How silly of me, she thought, to be afraid of having him here!

The shower stopped running. She was dusting and cleaning the Tv when she heard the bathroom door open. She glanced up.

Adam entered the room with a towel wrapped around his waist. A few droplets glistened on his manly chest. Again she felt that strange sensation of pleasure as she looked at him.

"I forgot to get some clean clothes from my bag," he explained as he picked up the suitcase.

She watched him carry it to the sofa. As he put it down, it rubbed against his body, and the towel came undone. It dropped to the floor.

Zoey's eyes widened as she stared at her brother's nude body. She had a side view of his hard like Cock dangling in front of his balls. His cock was every bit as large as Matthew's, perhaps larger.

Crimson red creeps into Zoey's cheeks, and she averted her eyes, her heart thumping.

"Hey, I'm sorry," Adam said with a laugh as he bent to pick up the towel.

He glanced at his sister and, though she was partially turned the other way, he could see the redness of her cheeks. Holding the towel around him, he walked over to her.

"See something you liked, didn't you?" he asked in an intimate tone.

"I did not!" she maintained vehemently, still facing away from him.

"Now will you please take your clothes and go into the bedroom?"

Her body was filled with a mad emotion that she couldn't control. She suddenly felt very hot between her legs. Her nipples goes hard against the fabric of her dress.

Adam placed his hand on her back and quickly slid it down to caress her rounded butt. The feel of her, and the thought of what he wanted to do, sent blood rushing into his cock, congesting its tissues and causing the virile tool to lift. It pushed the towel forward.

Zoey twisted her body and attempted to slap his hand away. But he grabbed her around the butt with one hand and held her shoulder with the other. As he turned her into his embrace, the towel fell to the floor for the second time, and his hot Cock stuck nakedly upward between their bellies.

Zoey's senses reeled as she felt the warm, rigid dick pulsating against her. She looked down and saw the head of his Cock, which was rosy with desire. She kept thinking, This is your brother – little Adam! But her feelings were anything but sisterly toward him at the moment, and this fact aroused a rush of guilt which mingled with her desire.

The guilt became her dominant emotion, and she fought him.

"Adam, what's the matter with you?" she demanded as she struggled against his encircling arms. "We can't do this!"

"Sure we can, pancake," he said. "You want to, I want to, and were grown up – so why shouldn't we?"

She was amazed by his attitude. He didn't sound like her step brother at all. She was even more amazed by her own internal response, but she continued to struggle.

The matter had progressed too far for Adam to permit it to be stopped. Anyway, it was clear to him that she didn't want to stop it, regardless of what she said or did.

He swung her up into his arms and carried her into the bedroom. She thrashed about, but this didn't force him to put her down; it merely caused her skirt to slip up to her waist, uncovering her pink panties. His cock pushed up against her thinly clad buttcheeks, and this gave added excitement to them both.

"Adam, stop it!" she cried. "Oooh, please!"

But he laughed and continued towards the bed. He dropped her onto the mattress and her skirt billowed waist-high.

He fell to his knees beside her, his big cock standing erect. I couldn't help but thrill at the sight of how huge and hard his rod was. But her shock and shame at what was happening remained.

She tried to assure herself that Adam was only teasing her, that he had no intention of actually fucking her. Such a thing between a brother and a sister seemed unthinkable to her.

He kept laughing as he wrestled her into submission, his heavy cock whacking her thighs and hips as she struggled. Finally, she realized it was useless to fight as long as he held her this way, and she went limp, whining and panting.

He looked around for something with which to tie and gag her. The pillowcases seemed the only choice within reach. He grabbed a pillow, pulled the case from it, and rolled it into a thick rope.

Zoey could have slid away from him then, if she had reacted quickly enough. But what he was doing with the pillowcase puzzled her, and she watched it. By the time he had revealed his intention, it was too late for her to get away.

She was shocked when he pressed the improvised gag into her mouth. Excitement hammered through him as he pulled the pillowcase tight around the back of his sister's head.

Now she knew that he wasn't teasing; he obviously intended to screw her, as unbelievable as it seemed.

A terrible humiliation came over her. She kicked and struck at him as she cried and mumbled against the gag. But his vastly superior strength enabled him to hold her in place while he stripped the case off the other pillow.

He turned his struggling step sister onto her stomach, and held her legs together, folding them over her butt. He managed to gather her arms close to her ankles, and he looped the pillowcase around her ankles and wrists. But he didn't draw them together tightly enough to hurt her. Though she could continue to writhe, she couldn't roll over or work her way off the bed.

He straightened up onto his knees. He was breathing hard, and his eyes glinted as he grinned down at her.

"There you are, pancake," he said in a tense, husky voice. "How do you like that, huh?"

He watched her asscheeks vibrate erotically in her filmy pants, and his cock jerked higher.

His cock was so hard, the viens popping, it looked so monstrous in size and was very red, pre cum oozed out the small hole at its tip and washed down the side of the shaft.

"You'll like this before I'm through with you," he promised. "I'll make you really groove on it! You're gonna love old Adam like you never did before!" he laughed.

Zoey was gripped by such terrible fear, shame and excitement that she felt she was going to faint. She remained conscious and stared wide-eyed over her shoulder, focusing on her brother's awesome Cock.

His rod twitched and exuded another thick drop of moisture as he placed his hand on the seat of her panties and wobbled her bouncy butt back and forth. His balls were drawn up tautly at the base of his upthrust, quivering shaft.

His method of tying her was quiet easy to remove. Zoey could escape but a part of her couldn't bring herself to move.

Zoey watched his every movement. She continually made sounds against the gag, but those sounds weren't ones of refusal or denial but ones of anticipation...