All Chapters of A Love That Shouldn't Be: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Mike's eyes were as large as dinner plates, and he nearly choked on a carrot. Sarah and Emma started laughing, Danni was desperately trying not to snort her food."Beth!" Sarah blurted out between giggles."What?" she asked, looking at her, honestly not knowing what was so funny.Sarah was laughing again and had to point at Mike."What's wrong, honey?" Beth asked him, "Is your food okay?""It's great, no problem at all," Mike said quickly, staring down at his plate. He couldn't help it, he glanced over again, and he could still see the wet spot where her tongue was."Pervert," Danni said, looking at him with a wicked smile. He knew he'd just given her ample ammunition for their next fight.Deciding he'd had enough of family time at the dinner table, Mike quickly wolfed down the rest of his meal and washed his plate in the sink. He turned and immediately went upstairs.He heard them talking below him. He groaned and slapped his forehead when he heard Beth's customary, "Ohhhhhh," as som

There was a sharp pain in his chest. What the fuck hurt so much? Mike tried shifting his position and groaned in pain from the effort.What the hell happened last night? The memories came back slowly, Danni, the frat house, the explosion on his head. He tried to open his eyes. It was dark. He felt around for his lamp. *Click*Click. Mike sighed, "Hello?" he said. Why did it sound muffled? He felt of his face. Bandages. 'Oh you must be really fucked up,' he thought."Mike? Are you okay?""Sarah, he's awake."Mike was dimly aware of his sisters moving around the room, and felt the bed move as they gently moved toward him."I can't see shit." Mike said, waving his hands wildly for a second. "Fuck, ow, damn it that hurts," he said, sharp pains coursing through his chest. It was really hard to breathe and it felt like someone had taken a bat to his ribs.Slowly, light began to leak through his bandages. He realized someone was taking them off his face. Sarah always did overdo it. Mike waite

Bracing his arms on either side of him, he slowly rose to his feet. His ribs were really aching and the bump on his head throbbed. Allowing himself to get used to standing again, he stood there for a few seconds. Turning he went to the door, and slowly opened, peeked out and shuffled slowly into the room. Sarah immediately sprang from her seat on the couch and ran over to him, "You should still be in bed, sweetie.""Sarah, I'm not sick, I just got a little bruised. I'm fine."She wasn't having any of it though, and forcefully pushed him back into her room. "You got a lot bruised, you big dummy. Now lie back down and relax. We'll take care of you until you recover.""Sarah, I can't lay in here anymore. You need your own room. I'll go lay in mine." He briefly pictured himself climbing the steps, each one jarring him on the way up, and winced in anticipation."It's the middle of the day Mike. I'm not using the room for anything." She had forced him back into the bed at this point, and he

Her throat muscles contracted and then finally relaxed several times and then finally allowed him completely in her throat. She bobbed around on his cock for a few seconds, her lips touching the base of his cock, her nose buried in his pubic hair, before she pulled the entire length out of her mouth. A long rivulet of saliva hung from her mouth and she gave him a sexy glance upwards before taking another breath and pushing him deep into her throat again.Feeling her throat muscles contracting and relaxing around his cock every few seconds drove him to the edge and pushed him over into an abyss of ecstasy. "Coming," he blurted out. She hurriedly pulled him out of her mouth and held the cock up and began stroking quickly. As he began to cum, she pulled him back down into her mouth, locking her gaze with his.Mike gasped and began to lose consciousness as he climaxed for the second time. He tried to keep eye contact with her, but the pleasure was too intense and he even lost control of h

Soft, moist and wet were the first sensations he felt as he awoke. His lips were being pressed upon by something warm and soft, tender, but carrying with them a gentle quiver. He could feel something soft and warm under his arms, and his hand was resting on something curved. It yielded to his touch, and was very soft. He ran his hand slowly downwards, feeling the softness curve upwards. The moist presence on his lips moved slowly across them, parting them. Then he began to feel something else, warm and even wet, drift tenderly past his lips. Was he dreaming? Well, he liked it, regardless.Slowly he began to drift out of his sleep and into the realm of the living. He was in Sarah's bed, he knew that much. A dull pain raced across his ribs. The fight, he remembered now. He was recuperating. He sighed as the dream lips continued their assault on his own. He suddenly realized that it wasn't some hazy dream he was having. Someone was kissing him, and he had been kissing that someone back.