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  Deflowering Rose (First time, Family Taboo)

  By Madelene Martin

  Copyright 2012

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  An Excerpt From the Book:

  I was approaching the kiss like a lesson, studying it, trying to memorise the moves. But when he tilted his head, and I did the same, and his tongue ever-so-gently entered my mouth and caressed mine, I completely forgot about paying attention.

  It was soft and sweet at first. His tongue teased mine, until I began to respond, caressing his tongue and dancing with it, in my mouth and in his. I melted toward him, winding my arms around his neck, and he wrapped his arms around my waist. Suddenly his hesitation was gone and he was pulling me closer. I pressed my upper body willingly against him, a strange but pleasant electric feeling running through me.

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  “I can’t believe you’re really back!” I cried, flinging my arms around my brother right where he stood in the doorway. “It seems like it’s been forever!”

  My step-brother Alec, momentarily stunned by the display of affection, dropped his luggage and guitar case and reluctantly returned the hug. His hand awkwardly patted me on the back.

  I pulled away, and punched him on the arm. “I missed you, asshole.”

  “What the hell, Rose?” He said in disbelief. Then he looked me over, cradling his bicep. “Are you really my little sister? I barely recognize you!”

  He had been away for eight months, touring with his mildly successful band. And I had turned eighteen while he was gone, and was just about to finish school.

  I laughed. “I know! I got the braces off finally.” And I smiled at him, striking a pose, showing my newly straight white teeth.

  But that wasn’t all. I was what you’d call a late bloomer. When he’d left, I had been a petite, skinny, slightly nerdy girl. I’d been self-conscious of my teeth and my gawky body. Now all of a sudden, I had filled out in the hips and my breasts had grown full and soft - I was curvy where there had been no curves before. It suited me, as though I had finally grown into myself, and lent me a new sense of confidence. I’d let my blonde hair grow long for the first time, and of course the braces had come off my teeth.

  Alec coughed, looking away, and I suddenly realized he was embarrassed.

  Even since before our parents had married, Alec and I had been close. We had known each other ever since elementary school, though we had only officially been brother and sister for a few years. I’d been upset when he’d left home, but we’d talked every few weeks on the phone.

  “So, tell me all about it,” I prompted. “The gritty stuff, not the stuff you’ll tell Mom and Dad.” I smiled wickedly.

  He dumped his stuff inside and flopped on the couch, and I sat next to him, leaning toward him attentively. I noticed he wasn’t exactly unchanged either. He’d put on some muscle - I guessed from carrying all his equipment around - and developed a tan.

  “Uhh, what do you want to know?” He smiled, still slightly embarrassed.

  I nudged him with an elbow, getting a perverse kick out of his discomfort. “Did you party?”

  That made him laugh. “Of course. That was kinda the whole point.”

  “I thought the point was to get famous,” I teased.

  Alec shifted a little. “Well, that didn’t quite happen yet…” He admitted. “But we got some good exposure.”

  I tilted my head. “And lots of girls?”

  Alec looked at his lap, chuckling. He’d had a girlfriend before leaving, and she’d dumped him just before the tour. So I figured he’d have spent a lot of time drowning his sorrows, and hooking up with women. But it wasn’t the type of thing he’d discuss with his sister.

  I decided to take pity on him, changing the subject. “Sooo, Mom and Dad are visiting Aunt Brenda for the next few days. They decided I could be trusted alone in the house. Finally. It’s not like I ever had any wild parties.”

  That was true - I’d never been hugely popular or cared much about making a lot of friends. And if people paid more attention to me now - screw them. They hadn’t wanted to know me when I’d been a nerdy, slightly awkward chick. The only exception to the rule was Sean - the guy I had a crush on.

  We ordered a pizza and talked about his trip. Alec told me about all the places the band had played and the antics of his friends.

  “So, what’s been going on with you?” He asked me later, as we were half-watching some terrible TV show. “How’s school?”

  I lay back on the sofa, my head resting on the arm. “Oh, it’s okay. We have prom in a couple of weeks, of course. There’s this new guy Sean - well, he’s been there all this year, but relatively new - and he asked me to go.”

  “Really? That’s great!” Alec enthused, and downed most of his glass of water. He’d always nagged me to get out more, to try dating. Hell, even my parents had suggested it from time to time.

  “Yeah, he’s nice…” I found myself blushing. “I think he likes me. He said we should go to a movie tomorrow, actually.”

  Alec smirked. “Well, as long as you’re home by 11.” He said. I thumped him on the arm again. This time I was the embarrassed one.

  “Yeah,” I continued, “I’m not sure… I like him, he’s totally hot - it’s just that…” I hesitated, searching Alec’s eyes. I’d always told my brother everything in the past. But I’d never really discussed guys with him before - I’d had no reason to. I sighed, unsure of how to explain and how much to tell him.

  He raised his eyebrows, waiting.

  “Well, I’ve never… been out… with a guy before.”

  “So?” He asked, totally missing the point in true Alec style. “Just go to a movie or something. That way you’ll have something to talk about after.”

  I rolled my eyes. “Duh. I mean what do you do - what if he wants to kiss me? I’m eighteen and I’ve never even kissed a guy.” I cringed at my own words.

  “Oh… really?” Alec cleared his throat. “Uh, well he won’t necessarily -“

  “But I want to kiss him, idiot!” I interrupted, my voice rising in frequency. “I’m just completely ignorant about what I’m doing. He’s going to know straight away.” I sat up, leaning my head in my hands. “Most of my friends have been - doing it - for years, and I’ve never even been out with a guy. Fuck.” I hadn’t been able to talk to anyone about this, and it felt good to finally get it out.

  “Umm, well, kissing is easy,” Alec offered, patting me awkwardly on the shoulder. “You’ll probably instinctively know what to do.”

  I had a brilliant idea. I sat up straight. “Will you show me?”

  Alec let his hand drop from my shoulder, a confused and slightly horrified look on his face.

  “Oh come on!” I protested, with a laugh. “It’s just kissing - it’s nothing! We used to do it as kids, for fuck’s sake.” I remembered when we would behind a tree in the park when I was ten or eleven, and “practice” kissing. We hadn’t known about the tongue part then, of course.

  “Stop swearing,” he murmured automatically.

  I groaned, throwing my hands up in frustration.

  “Come on,” I repeated, bouncing up and down in agitation. “You have all this experience. I need your help. Pleeease!” I grabbed his arm, pulling on it and pouting.

  I saw him swallow, looking into my eyes. He had nice hazel eyes, with long lashes. I smiled slowly, somehow knowing I’d won.
br />   “Okay, okay.” He said. “I’m going to need at least one drink before I do this, though.” He got up, and wandered into the kitchen.

  “Mom left some wine in the fridge. Bring me one!” I called after him.

  “Not a chance, Sis!” Came the answering yell.

  I sat on the couch, fidgeting but happy, and wondered if I should brush my teeth or something. Somehow the thought of kissing my brother didn’t make me nervous at all - not like the thought of kissing Sean did. After all, he was just Alec.

  I settled for pulling my strawberry lip gloss out of my pocket and spreading a thin smear over my lips. Then I straightened my long hair, brushing the blonde strands out of my eyes.

  Alec walked back in with his glass of wine, and a coke for me. He stopped in the middle of the room, looked at me, and upended his glass, downing it all in one go. He sat down on the sofa next to me.

  I couldn’t help giggling a little. My poor brother was blushing and didn’t know quite what to do. We sat facing each other and I put my hands on his shoulders, trying to look at him objectively for a moment. He was handsome, looking a bit older than his twenty-one years. He had messy dark hair and stubble on his cheeks that, knowing him, he’d carefully cultivated. He too, looked more grown-up than when I’d seen him last.

  “Sit still,” he instructed. “And just kind of… mirror what I do.” He took a deep breath, seeming to steel himself, then leaned slowly toward me. I tried to relax and not to laugh, closing my eyes and breathing steadily.

  I felt his lips brush mine. A moment’s hesitation, then he pressed his mouth firmly against me. His mouth was soft and warm, and he smelled like wine. I felt his lips part, and obediently copied the action, letting my mouth open slightly. Our breath mingled, and I thought vaguely to myself that that was kind of nice.

  I was approaching the kiss like a lesson, studying it, trying to memorise the moves. But when he tilted his head, and I did the same, and his tongue ever-so-gently entered my mouth and caressed mine, I completely forgot about paying attention.

  It was soft and sweet at first. His tongue teased mine, until I began to respond, caressing his tongue and dancing with it, in my mouth and in his. I melted toward him, winding my arms around his neck, and he wrapped his arms around my waist. Suddenly his hesitation was gone and he was pulling me closer. I pressed my upper body willingly against him, a strange but pleasant electric feeling running through me.

  I heard my own soft sound of pleasure as he sucked gently on my lower lip, and I tried gently nibbling his in response. Alec pressed hard against me, and I realized we were reclining back onto the couch, his body over mine. I didn’t mind. My breasts were pushing right up against his hard chest, and I could feel my nipples harden and become extra sensitive. It was a good feeling. I began to run my hands over his back and shoulders, appreciating the tensing and un-tensing of his muscles as our tongues continued their dance.

  The kiss was heated now, and I could sense his urgency. Unexpectedly, it thrilled me. One of his hands began to wander, moving over my waist, and down my outer thigh. I felt little shivers of pleasure ripple through my skin, as he pushed his hand up under my short skirt. I also felt myself grow wet between my legs, unfamiliar heat spreading out from my sex.

  He broke away from our kiss, placing his mouth on my neck, and sucking gently on my skin. I couldn’t help letting out a little moan of pleasure.

  My sound seemed to bring him back to his senses, and he stopped suddenly, pulling away and looking into my eyes. His breathing was heavy and fast, and I realized belatedly that I could feel how hard he was down below, pressing against my hip. I bit my lip, trying to stop myself from grinding against him. Wanting more. What was happening to me?

  “Sorry.” Alec murmured, his voice hoarse. He cleared his throat, and pulled away from me. The absence of his hand on my skin and his body against mine made me feel cold. I sat up, tried to stop him before he ran off, but his hand slipped through mine. He left the room, and I sat by myself, panting slightly and clothes askew, completely confused as to what had just happened.

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  Alec didn’t surface for the rest of the day, and I heard him leave the house the next morning, yelling out that he was going shopping. I was miserable, thinking I’d ruined our relationship forever. I tried to give him space, hoping it would all blow over. But I also kept replaying our kiss over and over in my head.

  I went to the movie with Sean, grateful for the distraction as much as the opportunity to be out with a cute guy. It was a fun movie, and Sean was nice. In his car afterwards, he kissed me. To my great relief and surprise, I wasn’t paralyzed with nerves. He was gentle, and obviously not as experienced as Alec. He used a little too much tongue at first, I thought - however, he seemed to adjust to my style and it ended up being a nice kiss. Closing my eyes, though, I found myself imagining I was with Alec. Instead of Sean’s face I pictured my brother’s. It was his lips on mine, his hands in my hair.

  Feeling guilty, I cut it short, thanking Sean for a lovely day and getting out of the car. I ran inside and slammed the front door behind me.

  “Are you okay?” Alec asked, looking up from the table where he sat with his lunch. He didn’t look embarrassed or awkward anymore, for which I was grateful. So I sat with him and made small talk about the movie. He didn’t ask questions, and I avoided mentioning the goodbye kiss. As soon as I could, I made an excuse - saying I was tired so I could escape to my bedroom. I felt his eyes on me as I ran up the stairs.

  At night I lay in bed, the sheets tangled around me. It was a hot night, so I had gone to bed naked, and I had a light sheen of sweat on my skin. I thought about Sean, and the prom, and whether he would expect more than a kiss from me then. The idea, which had made me anxious before, now didn’t seem entirely unappealing.

  But soon my thoughts wandered to my brother, who must have been in bed in the very next room. I ran my hands over my breasts - they fit neatly in my cupped palms - and teased the small pink nipples lazily.

  My fingers trailed lower, over my flat stomach, and the neatly shaved mound between my legs. I had done this before, of course - although I hadn’t reached climax very often. Now I slipped a finger inside my slit, sampling my wetness, and thinking of Alec’s embrace. I moaned in pleasure, then belatedly wondered if he would hear me through the wall. Instead of embarrassing me, the thought turned me on. I massaged my clit softly as I allowed myself to relive the kiss; the press of our bodies, the hard muscles of his arms and back. His hand traveling up my thigh…

  I stopped myself, pulling my hand away and pressing my legs tightly together. I felt guilty. It had been meant as an innocent kiss - an instructional. I hadn’t meant to feel anything. I was being stupid.

  But… Alec had felt it too - right? I wasn’t completely naïve - I’d felt his hard-on rubbing against me. He hadn’t wanted to stop, either. He’d only pulled away because he thought he was pushing himself on me - going too far.

  I wanted to go further.

  I jumped out of bed, walking to the door. I stopped myself; almost turned back then and there. But I didn’t. The insistent arousal burned in me, spurring me on. I turned the handle and snuck into the hall, naked.

  No light showed under his door, so I knew he was probably asleep. I turned the doorknob carefully, and slowly opened the door.

  My brother was sprawled on his back in his double bed, a sheet draped over him. In the dim light I could see he was shirtless. I could hear the quiet snoring that meant I hadn’t disturbed his sleep. I could also see that the sheet tented up over an impressive erection. I’d read that sometimes happened to guys while they slept, so I wasn’t surprised. I was shocked, however, at the seeming size of it, and determined to get a better look.

  Creeping closer, I took hold of the edge of the sheets and raised them up. In the dim light I could see Alec’s body. There was a trail of light hair over his belly, leading down into the darker hair below. His engorged cock lay against his belly. My mouth made a
silent “oh!”. I was shocked at the size of it. I wondered if they were all that big, or if my brother was particularly well endowed. I couldn’t imagine how something like that could ever fit inside me.

  I steeled myself, raising the covers higher. Then I slipped in under them, settling myself in next to Alec. He sighed in his sleep and shifted to accommodate me, and I put an arm over his body and pillowed my head on his shoulder.

  Suddenly, he sighed out a heavy breath, and opened his eyes. He moved his head to get a look at me. “Huh? Rose?” He murmured, his voice hoarse and slurred from sleep.

  I nodded, and before he could protest, I covered his mouth with mine.

  He remained still for what seemed like an endless moment as I kissed him. I just kept kissing, with pecks on the lips and gentle nibbles. When his mouth opened slightly, I flicked my tongue in, and over his, my hands roaming over his chest.

  At the touch of my tongue, he responded, his arm coming up over my back and his tongue meeting mine. Our bodies twined together as I brought my leg up over his, and his arms wrapped tightly around me. It was a sweet kiss, between two people discovering each other in new way.

  He began to run his hands down my back, over the curve of my ass, and I purred in approval against his mouth. In turn, I caressed his body, his chest and his stomach. I could feel his skin quiver under my touch, and his breathing became heavy. I broke our kiss to look at his face. Encouraged, I moved my hand down and touched his swollen cock, brushing it experimentally with my fingers, then wrapping my hand around it.

  Alec’s hips shifted and he moaned quietly, urgently. He cupped the curve of my ass, squeezed it, and ran his hand firmly back up my side. His fingers brushed my breast, which was pressed up against him, and he teased the nipple with his finger. It was unlike anything I’d ever felt - completely different to how it felt when I touched myself. I felt the wetness between my legs and the shocks of arousal course through me.

  I moved my hand on his shaft, eliciting more quiet moans from him, and I listened - to learn what felt good. He liked when I stroked him firmly, and teased the head of his cock, and when I brushed my fingers lower to cup and massage his balls. I loved the warm soft feel of his skin and the way I was making him feel, evident in every ragged breath and soft moan.