(A very close of mine asked me to write a story with him. The following is the product of the two of us. The part of Anthony written by him, and the part of Taylor by me. It gives the view point from each other as the scene unfolds. )
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Eleven years. His eyes looked at the storage unit packed with boxes as he would slide the door down and lock it. Eleven years of living with a woman--Married to a woman. And the only excuse was...you're boring in bed. It's always the same. A little oral to get me wet and then fuck until you cum. No spice...no kink. He would just let his hand run down his face. He could still see her. In their bed. THEIR bed with two guys. She didn't know he was going to be coming home early. He really didn't think she would have cared even if she had known. She hadn't come running when he had left the house. More than likely stayed there and let them finish. Eleven years of his life and it was gone. Wasted. A sigh as he would walk away and go to turn the U-Haul into the drop off.
Slipping into the seat of the 2010 Dodge Charger, he would close his eyes sitting in the gas station. His head was killing him; he hadn't planned on being down here until this morning. But good old Tommy, one of the last friends from high school had told him about his Halloween party. Told him he could crash there that night. A grin on his lips, the party hadn't been a total waste. But...well, the alcohol definitely destroyed a lot of the memories. Though he definitely remembered the fun parts at least...most of them.
Pulling up to her apartment complex, he would slip out and pop the trunk. He loved his sister; they were only a year apart so they had pretty much grown up together. Most assuredly one of his best friends, and had offered her spare room the second she had heard about the divorce. Pulling out his two bags of clothes, he shut the trunk and looked up at the place. It would at least give her somebody to talk to, he knew she really didn't leave the house much since...the incident. A sigh as he would move to start up the stairs.
He was hot...sweaty, even in this cool weather they were having, wearing just a wife beater and a pair of jeans. But then again he had moved.
"I can't believe you talked me into coming," Taylor said over the sound of loud music. She had been standing by herself most of the night, not really being a people person. She wasn't always that way. Taylor once had a life that made her smile. Now she was a shut in.
"It's been three years Taylor." Sara Beth said. "It's been long enough. I promise you Dean doesn't mind. Now go mingle and have a beer or ten, or I will sit on you and force Mike and Dan to hold your mouth open and dump beer down your throat all night long." She smirked.
"Fine, a couple of beers and I am out of here." She said, slipping the purple tinted masquerade mask on. A few beers later Taylor moved through the crowd coming up to a man in a Jason mask dancing. He began grinding to her. It didn't take long before the two of them were moving as one. Taylor could feel her body reacting to his. She pulled away but he caught her hand bringing her back, lifting his mask enough for his lips to meet hers...Taylor woke first, his body still lying under hers. She shifted in the pre-dawn light reaching for his mask. They had never bothered to remove them, finding they couldn't stop themselves once that first kiss happened. They ended up in some cheap hotel off of Dawson RD. She pulled it up slowly...a look of shock moved across her body. Taylor backed away, nearly jumping from the bed.
The man who had been a perfect lover, who had brought her out of herself, who made her climax so many times. The man she was about to wake with more sexual favors...she stared at him ghostly white. The man was Anthony, her brother. Taylor felt the panic and grabbed her clothes. She slipped on her pants and shoes. She removed he mask, letting it drop to the floor. Taylor was horrified by what they had done. She shut the door behind her, seeing he was still sleeping.
She drove across town to shower and try to forget that some of the most incredible sex she had ever known was her brother. She fell into bed to sleep it off. Taylor was jolted from a dream with a knock at the door. "Shit..." She scrambled to open the door.
Taylor paused looking at Anthony. She had decided not to tell him. "Come in," she sounded distracted, though she gave him a smile and hugged him. "I didn't think you were coming to later." She added still flustered about what happened.
He had picked up the mask, his plan was to ask around who was dressed in it. Obviously somebody had to know who it was. Even as she would be able to see it tied to one of his bags as he would smile over at her. "You look like I feel..." Hugging her tight, he would kiss her cheek as he would come in and drop them off to the side. "Yeah...sorry about that. I would have called last night, but I wound up a bit...well, busy." Slipping into her kitchen, he would open the fridge and look around. "Man...We need to stock you up...no beer for the brother?"
He laughed standing and stretching, his eyes moving over to his sister as he would just smile. He loved her more than anything else, the closest thing in the world to him. She knew probably more than she ever really wanted to know about things that had happened in his lips. "I came down and went to Tommy's Halloween party...I was going to just crash on his couch, but...well met this woman at the party...and I know what you're going to say...I'm in the process of a divorce from a dirty whore...this was just...I don't even know who she was."
He would move over, picking up the mask and showing it to her. "It was...just so..." So unlike me...So risky...So daring...So not boring..."Hot. We didn't even take our masks off. I have no idea who she is...but it was amazing. I mean...I never had sex like that. My dick is so raw right now from how hard this girl rode me!" He would set the mask on the table as he would just smile from ear to ear. "I mean...I didn't know it could be like that. What about you...what did you do for the holiday?"
