All Chapters of Taboo Pleasures: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Kota had washed her crotch and armpits, then, out of character for her, spritzed a little body spray in both those places.She still felt crusty and like she smelled like fucking, specifically fucking her brother.She glanced at Cage when he sat down across from her and he looked perfect, of course, like he'd been lounging around the house all day.She glanced at Dad, and he looked nervous.He's going to say something soon, Kota said in her mind and glanced across the table again.They ate in silence for a few minutes. That was unusual, but not totally out of character."How's school going?" Dad piped up eventually. He was looking at Kota when she met his gaze, then looked at Cage."Fine," Kota shrugged. "Not much is going on. End of year slowdown and getting ready for prom and graduation. Stuff for popular kids.""So no hot guys chasing you around, Kota? What about Dean? You think he might ask you to prom?""I hope not...I mean, probably not. We're just friends.""What about you Cage

He slowly pulled himself back to her entrance and reversed and plumbed her depths again slowly."Fuck me hard, Cage," Kota whispered, and hoped her brother heard her.His sister had begged for this, so he intended to give her everything she needed.Cage pulled almost out quickly and thrust back into her even faster.Kota squeaked.Without hesitating, he pulled out and thrust back in, and his sister squeaked again.He began pushing and pulling her hips in time with his thrusts. Her squeaks and gasps for air mixed with his heavy breathing to bounce around the small shed and off the plain, wood walls.Kota's feet shuffled a fraction of an inch forward with the pounding her brother gave her, and soon her forehead began to touch, then knock on the glass of the window.Cage reached around Kota and began flicking her clit as he pounded her pussy and her squeaks turned into short squeals.Cage worried she'd break the window, so he reached with his free hand and pulled her hair on one side to

I knew his use of my nickname in every sentence was an attempt to goad me off-topic, so I didn't indulge him."It was Jill. I don't need to stoop to screwing paralegals," he admitted softly after a few seconds of a staring contest, which I obviously won, like always.I nodded my head before getting out of my chair and walking to the window behind me, twenty-five floors above the bustling streets of Midtown.I wished I could say I could feel his eyes making their way from my ankles over my bare calves and up to my gymnast butt inside my pencil skirt, but I'm not that good, yet. I couldn't feel them, but had no doubt that's what they were doing."What did you have in mind for an arrangement to persuade you to assist your girlfriend with my brother's divorce?"Not all questions in a negotiation need to be answered. Some are just intended to make a point or illicit information that has nothing to do with the actual question. I knew what he had in mind."She's not my girlfriend. It was a o

"I meant somebody else to represent him. Who?""I'm sure Vivian would love to represent my brother."Vivian and I are friends, outside of work, and she's our firm's biggest competition in the divorce business, and therefore Russell's biggest competition.Russell barely contemplated my threat before he acquiesced and nodded his agreement."No. We agreed.""So you agree I'm worth it," I almost giggled in response."Next time, can we have dinner or something first?""For our dates, it's a sure thing you'll get your rocks off, Russell. There's no point in putting the time or effort in to woo me. I don't really think you can afford me for that much time anyway. Close the door on your way out, please."I headed for my private bathroom while Russell hurried to put his clothes together."Oh, Russell," I stopped him before he got to the door. "I'm pretty sure Jill's going to get talked into giving away some non-lawyerish, unbillable services on my brother's case, since they'll be working toget

Feeling like a whore with my hair down and loose in public didn't stop me from wearing it that way each and every weekend, all weekend.I felt no shame at feeling like a whore. I felt empowered.I would take time later, probably tomorrow morning, to brush it. That was such a huge job.I heard my buzzer ring twice. The food had arrived and would be at my door in a few minutes so I returned to Chris in the living room.He stood in front of the fireplace, looking at the pictures I had on the mantle. The pictures were all family pictures, arranged chronologically left to right.I had added two pictures recently. I had considered adding them to my display since moving into my condo three years ago when Chris got married, but had finally worked up the courage to actually do it.Chris was looking hard at the first new one.I came up behind Chris and looked at the picture myself again. Displaying it didn't mean it was easy for me to look at it."Their wedding picture," Chris murmured. "They'r