Page 2 of Have Faith (Taboo Tales Book Club)

Crap, maybe I was out of line. I shouldn’t be all over him like this - it was inappropriate. I was just so happy to see him, it was hard for me to think straight. Taking the time to put on pants seemed trivial in the heat of the moment. Just as I loosened my locked ankles to jump down and give him some space, I was hindered by his plate sized hands grasping each globe of my buttocks, bringing me closer to him.

I drew in a ragged breath at the feel of him flush against my body. My mouth was pressed against his golden hued neck, making it impossible to decipher his expression. All I could do was feel.

And what I felt shocked me.

An unfamiliar protrusion pressed against the cotton covering of my most intimate area. Even through his jeans and my panties I could feel the heat of his manhood as it pressed into my sex. Surely he wasn’t reacting this way because of me? There was no way I could elicit that sort of reaction from Carter. Not only was I poorly inexperienced, but I was so plain and insignificant compared to the girls that he typically went for. Model tall with gorgeous features and flawless makeup, I was the opposite of those girls. I was more than a foot shorter than him, with drab blonde hair and blue eyes. There was nothing special about me physically.

Besides that, it wouldn’t matter. For all intents and purposes, he was my brother. He had been in my family for nine years, even though he was gone for four of them with the military. He’d always been my protector and friend. Even if he did feel that way about me, it would be morally wrong for anything to happen

“I missed you so fucking much, baby girl,” His gravelly voice flowed into me as he pressed his lips to my ear. The bulge between us seemed to grow larger and I had no idea what to say or do. The endearment had me feeling afraid, excited, and nervous all at once.

“I missed you too.” My lips brushed his skin as I responded causing Carter to growl in the back of his throat. I could still feel the vibrations of the growl on my lips as he removed one hand from my ass and grabbed my long, blonde hair. He twisted the length into his fist, jerking my head back roughly to meet my gaze.

His chiseled jaw was clenched tight, flexing as he drank me in.

“Fuck, Faith. You have no idea how much I -”

“KIDS! Dinner’s ready!!” Mom’s voice floated up the stairwell, prompting me to scurry in Carter’s arms. He had a firm hold on me as he continued to stare at me - as if the reminder that Mom was in the house didn’t bother him at all. He looked cool, calm and collected.

I, on the other hand, felt like I was going to have a mini heart attack. I didn’t want to chance Mom catching us like this; with me in my undies pressed against Carter’s hard on.

“Carter, let me down.” I pleaded, hoping that he would listen. My bedroom door was wide open and if we stayed like this any longer Mom was sure to come up and find us. I didn’t want to think about what she would do if she caught us in this position.

Relenting, his grip eased, releasing my butt and hair to run his calloused hands over the outside of my thighs. Embarrassingly, warmth flooded between my thighs as I stepped away from him, still unable to break his stare.

“After dinner.” He promised, picking up his luggage and backing out of the door, leaving me in confusion and shock.

Christ, I’m in over my head.

Chapter 3: Carter

I could barely taste the chicken marsala, which happened to be my favorite meal, as I stared across the table at Faith. She’d put a pair of skintight leggings overtop of the pussy-pink panties that she’d been wearing after I left her bedroom. I don’t know which was worse, knowing what was under the constricting spandex or the tease of seeing every curve of her ass and thighs through the material. The demure blush that she always wore on her face had reddened tenfold as she picked through her dinner - as if she knew exactly what I was thinking.

“Faith darling, are you feeling well? You look flushed.” Mom said from her perch at the head of the table. I smirked, knowing that I was the cause of her discomfort.

Call me a sicko but seeing my baby sis flustered like this, because of me no less, was making me granite. I practically spent the whole dinner adjusting my dick in my jeans.

“I’m fine, Mom. Just excited that Carter’s home,” Faith flicked her gaze to mine imperceptibly, but it was enough to catch the hot glance she directed.

She wanted me too.

Fuck.

What I’d give for dinner to be over so that I could sneak up to her room and fuck her like I’ve always dreamed. God, I hope that little pussy of hers could handle me. Being in the Marines and around guys my whole life, I knew my dick wasmorethan average, if you catch my drift. I didn’t want to hurt her but I didn’t know if I could go slow either.

Goddamn, I need stop thinking about this.

“What do you think Carter?”

Shit. I hadn’t even heard what Mom asked. I was too busy thinking about how tight her daughter's pussy was to concentrate on the actual conversation at hand.

Deciding to play it cool, I responded, “Sounds good to me.”

A soft sigh escaped Faith’s luscious lips, again bringing my attention to her perfect features. She looked so young and fragile as she nibbled on the string bean speared to her fork. I knew I was in trouble if the damn sight of her eating vegetables was turning me on. I needed to get the hell out of this kitchen and into Faith, pronto.

“Oh, how lovely! I can’t tell you how long I’ve been trying to get these gutters fixed. It just seems like every time I put in a maintenance request through the homeowners association the wait list gets longer and longer. I’d rather you do it anyway, Carter. If you’re half as handy as your father used to be, then I have complete trust that you will do the job justice.”

Goddamn it. I guess that explains the sigh and disheartened look on Faith’s face when I unknowingly agreed. I forced a smile for my mother’s sake, hoping that it seemed genuine as I finished my dinner and prepared myself for a long day's work.

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