Mountain Menage Part 1: Prologue Read online

  “Come here, sis. I can feel you shaking from here.” He pulled her onto his lap and put his arms around her. “I've got you now.”

  Heather felt safe for the first time in hours and leaned back against Charlie’s chest with her head nestled against his neck. She felt a warm rush of emotion fill her center and ripple out through her whole being. It felt so good and right to be close to Charlie. Nothing like what she'd felt with any of the guys she’d dated in high school or college. Charlie was a man and she was a woman and they were alone for practically the first time in years. Today’s episode in the parking lot had been unpleasant but it had made one thing very clear to her: She wanted to be even closer to Charlie.

  She had no idea how to tell him, and she sat frozen with indecision. Finally, tentatively, she began tracing shapes on his chest with one finger. When he didn’t say anything she grew bolder and used a finger to outline one of his small nipples. She rubbed it back and forth through his flannel shirt until she felt it tighten under her touch.

  “Um, Heather?” said Charlie, clearing his throat. His voice was husky and she moved her hand up to his neck, feeling his evening whiskers.

  “You didn't used to be so hairy.” she whispered, her hand dropping to where his chest hair curled above the collar of his shirt. She could feel his erection starting against her ass, and she welcomed the feel of him.

  Charlie lifted her off his lap and put her down next to him. “Listen, I know you were scared, but I'm not sure what's going on here.”

  “Heather studied her feet for a minute, trying to find the right words. Then she raised her eyes to meet his and said simply, “I've been waiting to be alone with you ever since that day on the lake.”

  She watched as his adam's apple bobbed up and down, swallowing. Swallowed again. His tongue came out and moistened his lips but he didn't say anything and the silence stretched out between them.

  Finally she couldn't stand it anymore and whispered, “Say something.”

  “That's a long time to wait.”

  Heather stared at him. Was that all he was going to say? She knew he had feelings for her. Her cards were on the table and she was all in. What did she have to lose now?

  “I think you've been waiting for me too. For this.” And with that, Heather untied the belt of her robe and opened it. Her breasts strained at the white lace bra that covered them. They were fuller now than they'd been when Charlie had seen them on the lake.

  Next she stood and let the robe fall slowly to the floor. Charlie was frozen on the chair, his breathing shallow and his eyes fully dilated as he took her in. The only light in the room came from the small lantern and the moon shining in through the window as it lit a path across the lake.

  She straddled Charlie's lap on the couch, facing him, and put her hands on each side of his face. “No more waiting,” she said, and leaned down to kiss his mouth.

  Charlie's mouth was softer and sweeter than she ever imagined. She kissed him gingerly at first, and he sat there, still frozen. Even so, kissing him was a dream, and when she sucked softly at his lower lip she felt him tremble and melt beneath her touch. Charlie groaned deep in his throat and then grabbed the back of her neck and plunged his tongue into her open mouth.

  Their lips met in a hungry, greedy kiss while their hands touched and explored. Heather unbuttoned his shirt and pressed herself against the hard muscles of his chest. His hands were on her back, trying to undo her bra, but he fumbled with the hooks. Heather laughed, “Don't tell me you've never done this before.”

  “I've never done it with you before,” came his reply as he finally figured out the trick of it. Her breasts sprang free of their confinement and Charlie's mouth was on them immediately, kissing his way down her curves to a nipple, which he took in his mouth and suckled. Heather was up on her knees, her back arched as Charlie's tongue flicked one nipple and his hand massaged the other.

  “You have no idea how long I've wanted to touch you like this,” he said, looking up at her.

  She stroked the hair back from his forehead. “I do know, and we've got all night.”

  Suddenly Charlie put his hands on her waist and lifted her to her feet. His hands yanked her panties down and pushed her legs apart.

  “All night isn't nearly long enough for everything I want to do to you.” He growled and bit the inside of her thigh; his rough whiskers against her tender skin. For one minute she thought of the stranger’s whiskers scratching her face as he pressed his lips on hers, but all thoughts of him fled as Charlie's mouth pressed against her throbbing, hot sex.

  He ate her like she was his last meal. He sucked and nipped and rubbed his face in her pussy. Heather's pleasure coiled up inside of her like an over-wound clock. She hovered at the edge and then felt Charlie's finger enter her slick, wet opening. With a gasp she tightened her hands in Charlie’s hair and pulled him closer. He kept stimulating her clit with his tongue while his finger reached deep inside and found the center of her pleasure. Heather felt everything inside her tighten for one long moment and then she was swept away by sweet release.

  Charlie continued to lick her steadily as her shudders slowed. When she finally went limp, he stood to take off his own jeans. Heather's breath caught when he freed himself from his shorts and she saw his hard cock. His erection was long and thick, the head of his shaft shiny in the moonlight.

  She wanted to suck him until he came, but he stopped her. “If I even think about your lips on me I'm going to cum, and I want the first time to be inside of you.”

  He picked her up and laid her down on the couch. Then he stretched out along her side, one hand supporting his head and the other flicking and teasing her nipples. He leaned down and licked one and then blew on it. The nipple pinched into a tight nub at the cool sensation and he laughed and warmed it with his tongue.

  “I can't believe I'm touching you like this. You are so fucking perfect.”

  Heather reached down and held his cock in one hand, marveling at its heat and hardness. “Speaking of fucking,” she began, and intentionally trailed off, with a firm squeeze for good measure.

  Charlie's chuckle rumbled deep in his chest and he gave her nipple an extra hard tweak. “So that's how it's going to be, then?”

  “And hopefully soon,” she quipped back at him.

  With one easy move he knelt between her legs and laid himself over her. He kissed her lips and cheeks and even the tip of her nose while he rubbed his cock against her soaking wet pussy. Heather wanted him so badly she lifted her hips into his, but he pulled back so his cock just teased at her entrance.

  Charlie's eyes were looking intently into hers and his cock was nestled at her pussy, poised to dive in. She heard him whisper, “Tell me how bad you want me.”

  “I want you in me so fucking bad and so fucking hard that...”

  Charlie never got to hear how badly she wanted him because he couldn't wait any longer. With one fluid motion he buried his entire length in her starving pussy. She gasped in pain and desire as her body stretched suddenly to accommodate his massive cock. She'd never been taken like this before, so powerfully. He filled her completely and each time he withdrew she ached to be crammed full of him again. Her pleasure was building again, already sending out tendrils of warmth with each forceful thrust.

  Heather put her hands on Charlie's chest and thumbed his nipples. Her touch seemed to send him over the edge, and he increased his tempo and began fucking her with wild abandon.

  “Oh baby, just... like... that, mmm, yes. Yes!” As her orgasm crested and her pussy spasmed around his cock, she heard Charlie's cry and felt his creamy, hot cum fill her.

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  Neither Charlie nor Heather heard the black pick-up drive past their cabin and up the mountain. The light from the moon shone on the driver's face, but no light reflected from his cold, hard eyes. He spoke into a cell phone.

  “Get off my case, man. I said I’d find it and I will. I’m on my way there now.” He flicked the phone closed and in
creased his speed until the engine roared through the night.

  The stranger was on the hunt, and he intended to find what he was looking for.

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  Don’t miss the next Mountain Menage short story: Charlie, James and Heather go hiking together in the mountains, where they’re in for danger, excitement and lots of steamy sex.

  Here’s a tease from Part 2 of this exciting trilogy:

  “I don't know what the hell is wrong with you two, but we're going to hash it out right now. I can't sleep with the two of you freezing each other out on both sides of me. So what's the deal? James? Charlie?”

  Silence stretched out for a long moment before Charlie spoke. “James has this crazy idea, and I told him there was no way you'd go for it, especially after today. I said if he even mentioned it to you I'd kick his ass all the way down to the ranger station.”

  “So what's the idea, James?”

  “No, Charlie's right. It was just wishful thinking and totally inappropriate. Let's just forget it and get some sleep.”

  Heather was getting pissed off. “If someone doesn't tell me what's going on, I'll kick both of your asses down to the ranger station and back.”

  Charlie sighed. “All right, if you must know, one time up at school James and I both liked the same girl. She was always flirting with both of us, leading us on. One night she got really drunk and she sort of... well, you know... with both of us.”

  “At the same time?”

  “Yeah, pretty much at the same time.”

  Heather felt her cheeks grow warm even as the bottom fell out of her stomach. Did they both want to be with her at the same time?

  They mistook her silence for disapproval and both started talking at the same time:

  “... bad idea.”

  “... never should have mentioned it.”

  “... know you're not into that kind of thing...”

  Heather put out both hands for them to stop. “You're right. I'm not into that kind of thing at all.”

  She felt, rather than heard their sighs of disappointment.

  Then she added: “Except with you guys.”

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  CAN’T GET ENOUGH HOT MENAGE AND STEP-SIBLING EROTICA?

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  Playing to Win: When Carter and Dan embark in an RV on a romantic weekend planned by Carter's step-sister Stacy, they get more than they bargained for. Stacy has designed a game to help Carter relax and have some fun. They must open one sealed envelope at a time and complete each challenge before moving on to the next. The game quickly turns steamy as sibling rivalry entices Carter on a journey of first-time sexual experiences and forbidden pleasures. Carter is playing to win, but are the stakes too high?

  Here’s a taste from PLAYING TO WIN:

  Carter padded across the floor to Dan in her bare feet. “I'm going to kill Stacy. She told me she'd pack what I needed for the weekend, but all she put in my bag is nighties and underwear.” She gave him an accusing glance. “Are you sure you weren't in on this?”

  “I'm sure not complaining,” said Dan, admiring the way the apron did absolutely nothing to hide Carter's luscious curves. Her nipples were darkly visible through the silky fabric of her nightgown, and he decided she was over-dressed.

  “The strange thing,” Carter was saying, “is I can't even find the clothes I wore yesterday.”

  “Did you try outside?” he asked, thinking immediately to himself: And when can we try it outside again?

  Of course, she didn't catch the subtle reference. She was still speculating about her lost clothes, so he gave it another shot, “Did you try the back door?”

  Carter paused and looked at him with a puzzled expression. “This thing has a back door?”

  Shaking with the effort of not laughing, Dan managed to choke out, “Want me to show you?”

  Carter narrowed her eyes, clearly understanding his implication now. “You can just forget about that right now. Ew!”

  “Would you do it if that's what it said to do in one of those envelopes?”

  He'd already considered writing his own game card and sneaking it into one of the numbered envelopes somehow.

  “She wouldn't!” gasped Carter, but she didn't look so sure.

  “If she did, I wouldn't make you do it,” said Dan, crossing his fingers behind his back.

  “If it's in there, I'll do it,” Carter replied, with a look of grim determination. “I’m playing this game to win.”

  She put her arms around his waist, pressing her body against his. The mounds of her breasts were warm and firm where they pressed against his bare chest and the expression on her face had softened. “I had an amazing time yesterday. I had no idea what I was missing.”

  Dan's cock hardened now, held firmly against her aproned abdomen. He bent down and nipped softly at her neck. She smelled like bacon and pussy, and he was hungry for both. “How about we go back to bed and I'll show you what else you've been missing?”

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  ABOUT THE AUTHOR/ARTIST

  Kinley Grey has worked in the computer game industry with her husband for ten years. A self-described “Valley Girl,” she was born and raised in the Snake River Valley in Idaho, then moved to the Shenandoah River Valley long enough to have two children, and now lives in Silicon Valley. Her time is in high demand by aforementioned husband and children, as well as two self-satisfied cats, a shiny black piano named Midnight that insists on being played loudly at the hour for which it was named, various electronic devices, and an endless tide of incoming clutter that poses a daily threat to her sanity.

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