Taboo Heat: Tales Too Hot To Handle のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 171 - チャプター 180

"We do share a special connection, Ellie," he replied wistfully while staring at the house in his direct line of sight."Yeah, so very special. So special, in fact, that I don't know if I even want you in my wedding."He turned to her, his face screwed up into a frown. "You're getting married?""Why, yes I am, Bro. I guess you didn't know, on account of that special connection we share no doubt.""Ellie..."Grating her teeth, she shot a tearful look into his remorseful eyes.He cupped her lightly-freckled cheek and whispered as truthfully as possible, "I love you."A ferocious throb joggled Ellie's breasts. A potent shiver that very much resembled those shudders from yesterday briskly followed, yet it wasn't one of lust, she was positive. It was something else... much more powerful.Ellie was frightened of that unwelcome quake; frightened of what it could mean that her brother was able to extort such reactions from her, reactions her fiancé had never come close in intensity. She didn'

"Hey, babe," Jason, Ellie's fiancé, greeted her when she returned home from her parents'."Hey," she replied with a blank smile while sashaying to their bedroom.He followed her. "Did you and your brother talk things over?""You can say that."She took off her clothes and patted to the bathroom in her bikini, longing for a purifying shower."And...?""And though there's still a long road ahead, we're making progress." She untied her long blond hair and gave it a rough stroke with her fingers. "Oh, we're going out this Friday."She stepped out of her bikini and studied her nude reflection in the mirror, easily agreeing with Oliver's confidential review of her body: she was just as hot as she had always been."Great! I'm happy to hear that. I know how hurt you've been by him.""Yeah..." she murmured, spacing out.She twirled around, and while standing on her tiptoes, she inspected her bum over her shoulder. She gave it a few squeezes and jiggles, loving how shapely and muscular it looke

"And here we have one of my favorites," a jaunty middle-aged woman said. "This is a mix of roses, gerbera daisies, bells of Ireland, spruce, and bupleurum. It's elegant yet fresh."Ellie inspected the bouquet from various angles and breathed in the scent."I'll be right back," the florist said as she left to serve a customer."What do you think?" Ellie said."I like it.""What do you like about it?""I like that it's fresh yet elegant."She rolled her eyes with a smile, feigning exasperation. "Do you have any insight of your own? An original thought perhaps?""I think she summed it up quite nicely."Ellie stifled a giggle and focused back on the arrangement. "Men..."Oliver smiled and took a better look at the bouquet, as well. "When's the wedding?""January.""Winter wedding?""A week after New Year's to be exact. Now help me decide. You promised to be helpful, don't forget.""January..." he mused. "There's plenty of time then. We're only in August.""And your point is...?""That the

A sense of timidity took over Oliver the more he remained between his sister's legs. It didn't help that Ellie's tank top was riding up her abdomen. He stole a glance at her naked tummy, noting how taut and sexy it was, before he looked back into her entrancing blue eyes. He was struggling to ignore her pouty lips that were stained in a vivid shade of violet lipstick.Ellie was in even worse shape than he was. Her heart was throbbing, and although she did her best to fight it, she couldn't deny that she found the idea of her bro atop her and between her legs achingly desirable. Her eyes were last to give. A gaze that many would consider morally controversial was shot at Oliver, who already had plenty on his plate.She gave the purple on her upper lip a lick, making sure her brother couldn't look away, and nibbled her bottom lip in a way she knew she shouldn't have. "You'd think a girl can expect dinner first."Oliver's mouth went dry. He hated himself for finding her oral game arousin

It was a joyous outing. A few drinks into their blood streams, and Oliver and Ellie had lost the awkwardness between them as everyone was immensely enjoying great music and even greater company. Jack discussed his job as an electronic engineer; Gena was a licensed kindergarten teacher; Ellie was in branding and PR; and Dave was looking to explore alternative lines of work, according to him.Oliver treated them with countless stories of Michela from birth to present: from her first of everything to her grandparents, which were a respectable, wealthy family in Milan. He talked about his deceased wife, of how lovely and lively she'd been, and about life in Italy as an American."So, how did you two meet?" Oliver asked Gena."It was a year ago, September. We met in a club, and normally, I don't give my number in such places, but there was something about him that told me to make an exception." She smiled as she gave Jack a loving stroke to his hair. "I moved in two months ago, and there y