Forbidden Fruit

We lay in my bed, wrapped in each other's arms, her breath tickled my exposed breast as she lay on my chest. I started to feel ashamed the longer we lay there together. I looked down at Bree as she lifted her head, looking me in my eyes. Her eyes were the perfect shade of grey, big and beautiful. I started to speak, but nothing prepared her for what I was going to say.

"I don't think we should continue this."

"What do you mean? We just had the best sex since we started this, and you lie here and say that to me. What the fuck, Fay?"

Bree sat up on the bed and just looked at me. I could tell she didn't want to hear anything I was saying.

"This is wrong, Bree, and you know it. I can't keep doing this to James."

"It's wrong? It hasn't been wrong for eight months now, it damn sure wasn't wrong thirty minutes ago when your pussy was in my face."

I didn't know how to feel. I don't know if she was mad or hurt. How could she be saying this to me right now? How could she not have a bit of guilt?

"Seriously, Bree, that's not fair."

"What's not fair is you playing with my feelings."

"I'm married, Bree. What do you expect from me? I need to put a stop to this before it gets too deep."

I rolled my eyes and stood up from the bed. I slipped on my robe and walked to my vanity in the corner of the room. I sat and looked at Bree through the mirror.

"Too deep? We're already deep, Fay, I love you."

Bree was putting on her clothes when she stopped waiting for me to respond to what she just said. I was frozen, like I couldn't believe what I was hearing. I turned to her and instantly noticed the plea in her eyes.

"But what about James?"

We were so caught up in conversation that we didn't notice James had come home. He had walked into the room, and we both looked at him wide-eyed. How much had he heard, and how long had he been here? My heart was beating so fast I'm sure you could see it through my chest.

"What about me?"

*8 months earlier*

I was having the best night of my life as I danced with my husband at our housewarming party. We had just bought a four-bedroom home with the money James got for selling his business. He had his trucking business for seven years, and he always kept the numbers up. James was ready to enjoy the rest of his young years while he still could, so when someone gave him a great offer, he took it with no hesitation. As the party started to come to an end, we saw everyone to the door.

"Bye, guy, thanks for coming."

We waved as the last guest left, closing the door, we came in and started cleaning. I could've pushed off cleaning till tomorrow if that meant I could take my husband down right now. I was drunk off 1738 and horny as hell. I was ready to rip him to shreds.

"How about we forget cleaning and go upstairs, or we can do it right here."

I smiled at James as I spread my arms out over the back of the couch. He just laughed and shook his head.

"Not tonight, baby, let's just get this place cleaned up."

"Why?"

I rolled my eyes as I asked why. I was becoming restless. It had been two months since we had sex, and I was starting to forget what it even felt like.

"I told you my sister would be here tonight. Did you forget?"

Of course, I forgot. I had never met James's sister, so she wasn't the first thing on my mind. I've always heard so much about her; she lived in Florida with their mother taking care of her. Recently, his mother passed, and Bree needed somewhere to stay till she could find her own place.

"Well, yeah, kind of, you told me this like a week ago. I don't know her, so she's the last person on my mind."

"Fay, come on now, she's my sister, and I really want y'all to get to know each other, and when y'all do, I know you guys would get along.

I wasn't against getting to know his sister, but we had been married now for eight years, and I had never met her once. I wasn't exactly jumping for joy, especially after the stories James had told me about her. She was a hot head, with a mouth no one could tame.

"Well, when will she be here?"

"Her plane lands in an hour if you want to come with me to pick her up."

"If I'm not occupying my time with something else, I might as well, right?"

James laughed and pulled me closer by my waist. He kissed me softly, and I had to stop myself from ripping his clothes off. He pulled away as he noticed I was getting too excited. We finished cleaning and made our way to the airport. I was silent the whole ride there as the radio played, filling the silence. I wasn't sure if I was doing something wrong, but it was like he didn't want to have sex with me anymore. Two months of excuses, and I was getting tired of it. He was my husband, for Christ's sake, and the most I could get out of him was a kiss. I was pulled out of my thoughts when we stopped in front of the airport, and James turned the radio down.

"I'll be right back. I'm going to meet her at the gate. She just messaged me saying she had just landed."

I waved him off with a dry "ok"; my head was elsewhere. After waiting in the car for twenty minutes, I saw James and his sister emerge from the airport. I sat up, looking out the window. I watched as James and his sister walked to the car. I couldn't take my eyes off of her, she was gorgeous. I could feel my body getting hot the longer I stared at her. Was I attracted to my husband's sister? As a teen, I had pushed my sexuality to the side, praying it was a phase, but the sight of Bree had those same feelings I had pushed down creeping up. After they loaded the trunk with her bags, they got in the car.

"So, babe, this is my little sister Bree, Bree, this is my wife Faylynn."

"Please call me Fay, it's nice to finally meet you." I looked at her through the mirror, her eyes holding my attention. She looked back at me, noticing the lust in my eyes, and I quickly looked away as she smiled at me. I was hoping it was the liquor making me act this way, but I knew it wasn't.

"Ok, Fay, nice to finally meet you, too. I've heard so much about you."

I smiled to myself as I looked back in the mirror to find Bree still looking at me. I forced myself to look out the window and avoid eye contact with Bree, my pussy was getting wetter and wetter as we exchanged glances at each other. As we drove home, I rode in silence as they caught up. My mind is racing with thoughts that I shouldn't have. Pulling up to the house, we got out and started to unpack the trunk.

"I got the bags, Fay. Show Bree where she will be sleeping."

I looked over at Bree, who was standing with her hands folded across her chest, pushing her breasts up, making them look amazing. I snapped myself out of my thoughts again and escorted Bree through the house and to the guest bedroom.

"Well, here you are, the guest bedroom."

She walked in, admiring the room. I stared at her ass as she walked past me into the room. It was perfectly round, and by the way it moved effortlessly when she walked, I knew it had to be soft.

"Finally, a bed I can't wait to get naked and sleep so good."

She flopped down on the bed, looking me right in my eyes. I imagined her naked, her curves, and how her body would feel in my hands. I heard James coming up the stairs, and I came to my senses. What was I thinking? It had to be the liquor taking over because I couldn't imagine having such thoughts about my husband's sister.

"Ok, here are your bags, make yourself at home."

"Thanks, big brother, it means a lot that you guys allowed me to come here."

"Don't mention it, you're family, I'd do anything for you."

I watched James as he brought the bags into the room, trying to keep my gaze off of Bre. She laid back on the bed, resting on her elbows with her legs crossed.

"You should be all set. I'm gonna head to bed because I have a long day tomorrow. Good night, sis, sleep tight."

James walked past me and out the door. I watched as he made his way to our room. As he disappeared into the room, I looked back at Bre, who was now sitting up, staring at me.

"Um, yeah, I'm going to head to bed as well. Good night."

As I turned to walk out of the room, I was stopped in my tracks by the most seductive voice I had ever heard. I turned my head to him, and she was just smiling.

"Good night, Faylynn."

I smiled back at her and walked off. For the rest of the night, I tossed and turned. I couldn't sleep; my mind was going crazy with the thoughts of Bree. I decided to get up and get a drink of water. I crept out of bed, making sure not to wake James. I tiptoed down the hall and down the stairs to the kitchen. I was startled when I ran right into Bree.

"Oh my god, girl, you scared me. What are you doing up this late?"

Bree was standing in the dark kitchen. I could barely see her. I flipped on the light, and my eyes almost popped out of my head. Bree was standing at the kitchen island wearing nothing but a bra and a thong that her ass ate up. I couldn't take my eyes off her.

"I'm a night owl, I'm always up at night."

She was eating ice cream and scrolling on her phone; she didn't even look up at me. I was happy she didn't, because if she did, she would catch me ogling her.

"Where are your clothes?"

"I wasn't expecting anyone to be up, but I'm glad it's just you and not my brother."

I was glad too, I didn't want to be, but I couldn't fight this feeling. Looking at her, I wanted to go in full force, but I couldn't. This was my husband's sister. I needed to get a grip.

"Why are you up this late?"

"I couldn't sleep, couldn't get my mind at ease."

Bree finished up her ice cream and turned to me. She looked me up and down while my eyes were fixed on her breasts. They sat up perfectly in her lace bra. She caught my gaze and giggled.

"Do you like what you see?"

I was brought out of my thoughts by the sound of her voice, and I turned my gaze to her eyes.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to."

"Don't be sorry, I want you to like it."

My heart fell to my ass. Did I hear her correctly? I stood there speechless as she got closer to me. As she walked past, she grazed my arm with her soft finger and whispered in my ear.

"Don't be such a tease."

She left me standing there quivering, her soft voice in my ear turned me on bad. What was happening? This couldn't be real.