ROMANCE: PARANORMAL ROMANCE: Coveted by the Werewolves (Paranormal MMF Bisexual Menage Romance) (New Adult Shifter Romance Short Stories) (262 page)

“I guess we can say that love works in mysterious ways and it is very hard to try to understand it. You just sit back, relax and go with the flow. If you try and understand it, you will never get answers,” Emma said to her friend, putting away the rest of the linen into the drier just as she heard the doorbell ringing. “Listen I have to go, someone is at the door. I'll talk to you later.”

Damn, who could that be, since she was not expecting anyone and she was downstairs in the laundry room without any clothes on. She managed to find a dry towel, which she wrapped around the top of her breasts letting it cover her until down to her mid thighs. She made a point to remember to start walking around the house in a gown or something for the next couple of days that their parents would be away. She wondered if Brandon was still in the bathroom as she made her way past the kitchen to the front door and peeked out the peephole. It was that nosey Linda. What the hell did she want now? Or had she come to spy on her to see if she was having sex with her step brother? Emma felt a little paranoid as she unlocked and opened the door for her mother’s best friend.

“Hello Linda, what a surprise to see you. I wasn’t expecting to see you until mom comes back from her honeymoon in three days’ time,” Emma said, not moving out of the doorway and not bothering to hide her dislike for the sudden intrusion.

“Emma, it is almost three in the afternoon, what are you doing with a towel wrapped around you when you are supposed to be dressed?” Linda showed her disapproval.

“Linda, whatever I put on at whatever time is in no way your business,” Emma said irritated by the way Linda always seemed to want a piece in matters that did not concern her.

“You don’t talk to an older person like that, Emma. Where did your manners go to? I think that there is more going on here than meets the eye. I have been keeping a close eye on this house and I’ve noticed that you and Brandon haven’t left the house for the past few days. Also, at night I only see the lights in your bedroom. I’m not going to beat around the bush here Emma - are you sleeping with your stepbrother?” the older woman asked, her words surprising and infuriating to Emma.

“Are you telling me that you are spying on my house? Who gave you the right and who told you that you can tell me what to do or not to do? I have always thought that you were a little crazy, but this time I think that you are definitely losing it, Linda. I think that you should check into a mental institution or something, and please, stop imagining things that you can't see. Right now I'm busy with the laundry and so if you don’t mind, I would like to get back to it,” Emma said, struggling to control her fury and the urge to practically kick Linda off her porch.

“Don’t you dare call me crazy, young woman. I might be growing old, but I'm definitely not crazy, I know what I see, and besides, I can bet you a hundred bucks that the young man is hiding somewhere around here naked,” she persisted as Emma looked at her in disbelief.

“I'll see you when mom comes home, Linda. Goodbye,” Emma said, closing the door in her face and then leaning her back against the door, just as Brandon came bounding down the stairs naked.

“What is the matter, you look as if you have just seen a ghost or spoken to the devil himself?” he asked, stopping abruptly when he saw her leaning against the door.

“Maybe I have just spoken to the devil. Linda was just here.”

“And?”

“Can you believe that she has been spying on us? She knows that we walk around without clothes on, and she even knows that we share the same bedroom. Do you think that maybe we became a little reckless and did not take enough precautions? I mean what if she tells mom about it? We would be doomed,” Emma said quickly, the implication of her words hitting home.

“I think the woman is just a little paranoid but we should also take a little more precaution from now on. We should avoid the windows and turn all the lights in the house on at night. Think that will make you feel better?” he said, walking over to her and hugging her warmly as she nodded. “Good, come on, I need to get the floors done. I leave the city in two days’ time and I want everything in order by the time I leave.”

That was another thing that was really disturbing Emma's mind. Brandon had to go back to Los Angeles in two days and she was not sure how she was going to be able to live without him around. He had become like another part of her body, almost like the air that she breathed and she was not sure that she would want to continue living here without him around. Emma had even already began thinking of moving to L.A. so that she could be closer to him, probably even move in with him without their parents ever suspecting a thing, since they were considered brother and sister. She did not want to think about him leaving right now and decided that she was just going to let things drift until the time came for him to leave. Once he was gone, she would work something out and deal with it.

“Come on, you don’t have to get all still when I mention going back to L.A.. I mean it is only a few hours away and we could visit each other every weekend, okay?” he said, kissing her forehead lightly and then pulling her away from the door as they headed into the living room, where he had already replaced most of the hardwood floor.

*****

Two days seemed to fly by so quickly, and the day of Brandon's departure finally arrived. He was leaving on an afternoon flight and as they lay lazing in bed, Emma did not want to even think about it. She felt as if her whole world was just about to come crashing down, everything that she had worked so hard to build all coming down in one fall. They lay on the bed naked, her head resting on his chest as she listened to his heart beat, wondering if this was the last time that she would ever hear it. She massaged his stomach with her hand, running her fingers over the muscles of his six pack, tracing every ridge. Brandon had dozed off as soon as they finished making love and that had been almost twenty minutes ago, but Emma could not sleep. She wondered how she would ever be able to get into this bed and sleep at night without having him to hold her, to touch her, to tell her that he loves and cares for her. Emma felt a huge sense of loss within her, a knot forming in her throat. She had already decided that she was going to Los Angeles after him as soon as their parents came back from their honeymoon. She could always cook up something to tell her mother or if things became hard, she could always lie that she was going to visit Tina in Miami.

Emma listened to Brandon snoring softly, the male scent of his skin going straight to her head. Something about him always had her on fire and she could never seem to get enough of him. Even when they’d just had sex, the mere scent of him was enough to get her turned on all over again. Without realizing it, her hand made its way down to his crotch, and she took his dick into her fingers and began massaging it. It was semi erect but it still felt huge to touch, and Emma imagined just how much she was going to miss it. Instinctively, Emma moved her head off Brandon's chest and then got up, crouching by his waist. She lowered her head to his crotch, sniffing in his scent as the sensations sent messages all the way to her already soaking vagina. She took her time twisting and turning the cock, studying it and wanting intimately every little feature of it.

Emma then moved her mouth closer to it and slipped out her tongue, flashing it over the skin of the cock. The taste of his semen mixed with her own juices hit her taste buds, making her even more highly aroused. She then sucked the whole cock into her mouth, beginning to suck and lick it, eager to turn it into a raging force. She was rewarded when the manhood began getting harder and bigger in her mouth. She sucked it eagerly until it could no longer fit in her mouth having grown massively hard and erect. Emma began sucking on the head as she wrapped her fingers around the base and began jerking it up and down. Brandon groaned in his sleep and she wondered if he was dreaming of her, dreaming that it was she who was doing what she was actually thinking. Emma began moving her mouth up and down on the love pole, mouth fucking Brandon as she took more and more of his length into her mouth. Her pussy was blazing with need, a need to be filled and satisfied, a need to be pleasured and convinced that they would meet again.

His pleasure must have woken him up, because Brandon reached for her legs and pulled them towards his head, swinging one of the legs up over him so that her crotch rested just above his face. He then wrapped his hands around her thighs and pulled her on top of his face, her mound crushing onto his mouth as he began sucking on her clit and licking her slickened folds Emma moaned onto his shaft, the intensity of the pleasure in her sex driving her wild with pleasure. She sucked on his dick while he ate out her pussy in the 69 position, the oral sex building up heat within her and preparing her for better things to come. Pleasure overwhelmed her, and she pulled her lips off his dick and sat up to begin rubbing her pussy over his mouth. She rocked his mouth with her vagina, spreading her love juices over his face, and it was not long before she felt her orgasm suddenly coming on hard. Hard and fast, Emma skyrocketed to the moon and back as she climaxed hard, her whole body quaking with pleasure, Brandon pulled her down hard and locked his lips onto her pussy lips, sucking out all of the juices flooding out of her pussy as he swirled his tongue around the walls of her sex deliciously.

Her climax had barely come to an end when Brandon suddenly pushed her off his face, sitting up as she slid down to straddle his waist, her pussy touching his hard cock. He slid his sword into her sheath and then holding her by the hips, began moving her up and down on him, his dick moving in and out of her pussy. The cock filled her wetness comfortably and deliciously, covering every inch of space within her folds. She could feel the thickness pulling and pushing her clit in and out of her love slit, and the sensations took her to another world. If this was going to be her last fuck, then she might as well have it all. She rested her hands on Brandon's shoulders and began moving up and down on him harder and faster. Her breasts bounced up and down in front of his face as he leaned back to rest on his hands. She twisted and turned her pussy as she rode him, and then leaned her head forward, towards his, her lips landing onto his roughly as they began kissing like it was the last time ever. As she rode his dick, she found a position that made the cock rub over the most sensitive spot in her love nest, her G spot, and it completely drove her over the edge.

“Oh my God, I'm coming, I'm coming, I'm commmiiiiinnnnnggggggg!” her screams filled the house as she climaxed hard.

Her pussy contracted over the cock over and over pleasurably as an intense feeling of satisfaction overwhelmed her. Never in her life had she felt such pleasure before and Emma wondered how it was that Brandon became sweeter and juicier every time that they made love. She was still riding him hard and fast when she felt his dick stiffening within her. Brandon held her firmly by the hips and drove his cock deep into her folds just as his forbidden juices went shooting deep into her vagina. Emma gripped the cock hard, the pleasure from the friction driving her crazy as they both climaxed, with her whole world spinning around in circles. Brandon had just delivered her the sort of forbidden passion that no other man ever would or could and Emma was sure that no other man could ever fulfill her needs like Brandon.

*****

Brandon pushed his plate away and wiped his mouth with a napkin. This was the first time that they had been out of the house since being left there by their parents almost two weeks ago and they were out at an exclusive sea food restaurant having lunch before Emma dropped him off at the airport for his flight. She was unusually quiet but Brandon knew why, she was already missing him and he was not yet even gone yet. Surely this was what true love was made of, ingredients such as missing someone even though you are still with him.

“Don’t look so sad, Em. You are coming to L.A. by the end of the week, and we can spend the whole weekend together,” he said, reaching across the table for her hand and squeezing it softly. “You should actually be happy when you think of all the time that we have spent together at the house, making love, talking, doing the floor repairs. I think that was the most priceless time of my life and I would give anything to relive it again.”

“You're right, Brandon, me too. Those were some really sweet memories that I'll take with me to my grave,” she smiled wryly at him as the waiter came and took away their plates before coming back with desert and coffee.

They had their desert and coffee and then Brandon flagged the waiter and handed him a couple hundred dollar bills, which included a generous tip for the waiter.

“Are you ready to go? I don’t want you missing the flight. Tomorrow you have that important meeting, and I would never forgive myself if you missed it.” Emma looked at him across the table as he nodded his head and got up, walking around and pulling her seat out for her.

“Wanna know something, Em? All these years I thought that I understood love perfectly well, but ever since I met you, I realize that I had not really known what love was. Love is more than just looks and sex; it is an understanding and connection between two people, and that is what I feel when I’m with you,” Brandon said, placing his hand behind the small of her back as they walked out of the restaurant and waited for the valet to bring the car to the front of the restaurant.

Emma drove Brandon to the airport and most of the drive was in total silence as each of them pondered on the way that they would miss the other. It was as if they were both feeling nostalgic and Brandon understood perfectly well what must have been going through Emma's mind, the sort of emotions that were affecting her. He too felt the very same way. He was already missing her and he was having a very hard time putting on brave face about it. He knew that if he let his guard down she would break down and cry and seeing tears in her eyes would definitely make him postpone his journey. He reached his hand out to her on the driver’s seat and squeezed her shoulder as she pretended to totally concentrate on the road.