Dangerous Desires (12 page)

It was all right for Carole, she mused dolefully. A nice home, a decent husband, happiness ... Annabelle and Brian had been to a few of their barbeques but Brian had usually sulked because everyone was enjoying themselves. That was one of his many problems, she mused. He could never enjoy himself and became bitter and moody if others were having a good 97

time. Sighing again as the doorbell rang, Annabelle checked her reflection in the mirror before bounding down the stairs.

“Hi, Tom,” she trilled. “It’s good to see you.”

“And you Annabelle,” he said, stepping into the hall. “So, are you all sorted out yet? You were in a bit of a muddle when I was last here.”

“I’m more or less organised. Would you like some coffee?”

“No, thanks. I had coffee just before I left. What are they?” he asked as they walked into the lounge. “They’re ivory, aren’t they?”

“Yes, they ... They belong to a friend of mine,” she murmured as he sat on the sofa and examined the symbols. “How are things with Carole?”

“Not too bad,” he replied pensively.

“Tell me about your sex life,” she said softly, hoping that he’d be compelled to tell the truth as he picked up one of the symbols. “Does Carole suck your cock?”

“She used to,” he replied, obviously under the influence of the unseen force. “We only have straight sex now.”

“Have you ever been unfaithful?”

“No, I haven’t.”

“What do you think about when you’re fucking her?”

“I think about you. I imagine that I’m fucking you.”

“Really?” she giggled. “I didn’t know that you fancied me.”

“I’ve always fancied you, Annabelle. I should have married you.”

“Well, I don’t know what to say. When you’re fucking Carole ... Tell me what you think, exactly.”

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“I imagine that I’m fucking your tight arsehole.”

Almost in a state of shock, Annabelle could hardly believe her brother-in-law’s words.

He’d never made a move towards her or even hinted that he fancied her. Even at the barbeques when the drink had been flowing he’d not once indicated that he’d had such feelings. Annabelle knew that she should stop the game before things went too far. Reminding herself that this was her sister’s husband, she tried to convince herself that she didn’t want to know the intimate secrets of their marriage. It was one thing using the power to have some sexy fun with her friends, but not with her brother-in-law.

“You are happy with Carole, aren’t you?” she asked as she sat on the sofa next to Tom.

“I suppose so,” he sighed. “Sex with Carole is ...”

“I don’t think I want to know, Tom,” she cut in.

Trying to refrain from asking more about Tom’s sex life, she couldn’t help imagining her sister writhing and whimpering as he licked and sucked her clitoris to orgasm. This was wrong, she knew as she wondered whether to ask Tom about Carole’s orgasms, whether she screamed out in ecstasy as he fucked her. These were marital secrets which should remain secrets. Carole wasn’t the sort to discuss her sex life. Refined and conservative, she’d never mention such things, not even to her own sister. But Annabelle was intrigued. Deciding to ask one last question, she gazed at Tom’s suntanned face, his dark hair cascading over his forehead.

“Has Carole ever shaved her pussy?” she breathed.

“Carole has never done anything out of the ordinary,” he replied dolefully.

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“But, she used to suck your cock?”

“When we were first together, yes.”

“How often do you have sex?”

“Once a week, I suppose.”

“Is that all? Does she ... When she comes, does she scream?”

“She rarely comes.”

“Does she like having her clitoris licked?” Annabelle asked, unable to stop questioning him.

“I’ve never licked her. She won’t let me do that.”

“What do you think about me? When I’ve been to your house ... Tell me your thoughts when I’ve been with you and Carole”

“I like you wearing your short skirts. I’ve often glimpsed your tight panties and thought about your cunt.”

“Go on.”

“I’ve seen your panties several times. When you’re sitting in our lounge, I always try to sit opposite you so I can look up your skirt. I think about licking your cunt when I wank. I think about forcing my cock into your arse and fucking you hard.”

“I’d never have guessed,” Annabelle breathed, recalling the times she’d worn her short skirt to Tom’s house. “What did you think about when you were on your way here?”

“I was hoping to see your panties. I hoped that you’d be wearing a short skirt.”

“You seem to have a thing about my panties, Tom.”

“I have several pairs hidden at home.”

“You have several ... You mean ...”

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“Whenever we visit you, I check your laundry basked. I only take one pair at a time in case you miss them and put two and two together.”

“You’ve stolen my dirty panties?” she gasped incredulously.

“I sniff them and think about licking your cunt when I wank.”

This was incredible, Annabelle reflected, her vaginal juices seeping between her swollen pussy lips as he arousal soared. She’d thought it strange in the past when she’d been unable to find a certain pair of panties, but she’d never suspected that her brother-in-law was stealing them. To think that he’d gone home with her dirty panties in his pocket was ... Annabelle didn’t know what to think. If Carole discovered her husband’s dirty secret, she’d not only go mad but probably throw him out of the house. Tom had always come across as a happily married man who wouldn’t dream of looking at another woman, let alone steal his sister-in-law’s soiled panties and sniff the crotch as he wanked and shot out his sperm.

“Were you hoping to steal a pair of my panties today?” she asked.

“Yes. I was going to check your laundry basked for freshly stained panties. I have one of your bras at home.”

“One of my ... Not the red lacy one?”

“Yes.”

“I wondered where the hell that went to. I searched high and low for it.”

“It’s in my garage with your dirty knickers.”

“What else have you taken?” she asked, dreading the answer.

“Two pairs of your dirty tights,” he confessed. “I hold them to my face and imagine my mouth pressed against your cunt. I also have one of your miniskirts.”

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“God,” she breathed, realizing that he was obsessed with her. “I honestly had no idea that you thought about me in that way, Tom. Which skirt is it?”

“A tartan one. I took it a couple of years ago.”

“I thought I’d inadvertently put it with the clothes I’d taken to the charity shop. Had I known that ... Do you sniff Carole’s panties?”

“No, only yours. I think about your cunt all the time, Annabelle. I think about licking the wet crack of your tight cunt and ...”

“I really don’t think I want to know anymore, Tom. You’ve told me more than enough.”

“I have one of your hairbrushes and some lipstick.”

“That’s enough, Tom,” she breathed, frowning at the man. “You’d better bring the armchair in and then go home. I don’t know what I’ll think the next time I come to see you and Carole. Knowing that you have my dirty knickers and you’re trying to look up my skirt ...”

“I have some of your pubic hair.”

“What? Where on earth did you ...”

“I got them from your bed. Whenever I’ve been to your house, I’ve pretended to go up to the bathroom. I’ve collected several pubic hairs from your bed.”

“You’re obsessed with me, Tom. You must stop this. Throw my dirty clothes way and try to stop thinking about me like that.”

“I can’t. I’ve wanted to fuck you since I first met you.”

“Before you married Carole?”

“Yes. When we all went on holiday to Spain, I wanked in your knickers.”

“You ... God, I ... I wondered why they were so wet and sticky when I took them out of the bag to wash them. You wanked in them? Where was I? Where were Carole and Brian?”

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“You’d all gone to the beach. Just looking at you makes my cock stiff. I need to come, Annabelle. Just being in the same room as you, breathing in your perfume ... I need to come.”

“No, Tom. This isn’t right. You’re my sister’s husband, for God’s sake.”

“I’d like to be your husband. I’d drink your love juice from your cunt and fuck you senseless every night and ...”

“Tom, please don’t. You’re confusing me. Please, don’t say any more.”

“I’d love to suck your nipples, Annabelle.”

“Tom, I ... You don’t know what you’re doing to me.”

“You want me to fuck you, don’t you?”

“Yes, no ... Tom, you’re my brother-in-law.”

“And you’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. I need to come, Annabelle.”

“You’d better have a wank, then,” she breathed, becoming weak in her arousal.

Watching in disbelief as he unzipped his trousers and pulled his huge cock out, Annabelle was amazed by the sheer size of his organ. The shaft was at least nine-inches long and far broader than any penis she’d ever seen. His glans was like a huge purple balloon topping his massive cock. She’d never dreamed that she’d see her brother-in-law’s erect organ, let alone witness him wanking. Watching in awe as he rolled his foreskin back and forth over the swollen globe of his purple glans, he gasped as he eased his full balls out of his trousers. Gazing at his huge sperm-eggs clearly defined by the tight sac of his scrotum, she desperately fought the temptation to take his purple cockhead into her hot mouth and suck out his sperm.

Wondering how many more men she’d have sitting in her lounge wanking their rock-hard cocks, Annabelle turned her head and gazed at the phone as it rang. It might be Carole, she 103

ruminated, wondering whether to answer it as Tom quickened his wanking motions and breathed heavily. If it was Carole, she’d think it odd if Annabelle didn’t answer. Praying that it was Dave, she finally grabbed the receiver.

“Hi,” Carole trilled. “Has Tom arrived with the armchair?”

“Er ... Yes, yes he has,” Annabelle replied, watching Tom’s foreskin rolling over the glistening bulb of his twitching cock.

“I’ll just have a quick word with him. I want him to pick up some ...”

“He’s just left,” Annabelle lied, reaching out and stroking her brother-in-law’s scrotal sac.

“OK, not to worry. What do you think of the chair? Is it all right?”

“Yes, it’s ... it’s perfect.”

“Are you all right, Annabelle? You seem distant.”

“No, no I’m fine. I’m just a little puffed out after helping Tom with the chair.”

“Are the curtains any good?”

“Curtains?”

“Don’t say Tom didn’t give them to you. I told him before he left ...”

“No, no,” she breathed, kneading Tom’s full balls. “I mean, yes, he did give them to me.”

“I don’t know whether they’re the right colour. And the length ...”

“They’re fine, Carole. I thought I might put them in the lounge.”

“The lounge? Annabelle, they’re kitchen curtains.”

“Yes, I meant ...”

“Are you all right?”

“Sorry, there’s someone at the door. I’ll call you back later.”

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Replacing the receiver, Annabelle ran her fingertip up the solid shaft of Tom’s cock Stroking the silky-smooth surface of his glans as he halted his wanking motions, she felt a pang of guilt stab at her conscience. She should send him home to his wife, she knew as she caressed his sperm slit and imagined his white liquid jetting to the back of her throat. Now that she’d touched his cock, she’d betrayed her sister. Tom had never been unfaithful to his wife, but now

... Grabbing the warm shaft of his massive cock as he placed his hands by his sides, she sighed.

“I can’t do it,” she breathed, releasing his penis.

“Wank me,” he murmured. “I’ve dreamed about you wanking my cock.”

“Tom, you’re my brother-in-law,” more to remind herself than Tom. “You’d be committing adultery and I’d ... I’d be letting my sister down.”

“It’s not adultery, Annabelle. Wank me and ...”

“It
is
adultery,” she returned.

“Please, just wank me this once.”

Knowing that he’d recall nothing, Annabelle grabbed his solid cock again. Rolling his foreskin back and forth over his swollen plum, she thought that she’d be able to live with her act of betrayal. Facing Carole wouldn’t be easy, but with Tom knowing nothing about her wanton act, she reckoned that she could cope. After all, it would only be once, she consoled herself. One wank, and nothing more. No one would know what she’d done. No one would judge or accuse.

But if Carole found the panties and ... Tom was going to have to get rid of the evidence of his obsession, she reflected as he began gasping. He was going to have to put her out of his mind and

...

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“Suck me,” he breathed.

“No, Tom,” she returned, desperately fighting the urge to take his beautiful knob into her sperm-thirsty mouth.

“Suck out my spunk.”

“Tom, I ...”

Leaning over, she took his ripe plum into her wet mouth and ran her tongue around the rim of his helmet. Swamped by guilt, she felt her eyes fill with tears as she sucked and mouthed on her brother-in-law’s ballooning knob. Adultery, betrayal, wonton whoredom ... She was nothing more than a cock-hungry slut, she knew as Tom let out a rush of breath. His sperm bathing her snaking tongue, filling her gobbling mouth, he clutched her head and repeatedly thrust his knob to the back of her throat. Sucking and swallowing, Annabelle swore never to do this again. Savouring the salty taste of his spunk, she vowed never to betray her sister again.

But it was too late, she reflected dolefully as she drank from Tom’s orgasming knob.

She’d committed the unprecedented act of betrayal. Whether she sucked the sperm out of her brother-in-law’s cock once, twice or a hundred times ... Her mind racked with guilt as she realized that the penis she was sucking on was the very one that had fucked her sister, she swallowed the last of Tom’s sperm and sat upright. Faith had been shattered, adultery committed, betrayal ... Never again would she be able to face Carole, she knew as she licked her spermed lips and ordered Tom to zip his trousers and bring the armchair in. This time, she’d gone too far.