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  COTERIE

  A TABOO STORY

  ALLY VANCE

  COPYRIGHT

  Copyright © 2020 by Ally Vance

  Editor: Sheena Taylor

  Formatting: Faith Ryan

  Cover Design: Opulent Designs

  ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems without written permission from the author, except for the brief use of quotations in a book review.

  This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or locales is completely coincidental.

  PROLOGUE

  Aston

  There’s a wrongness within me, something that can’t be cured or erased. It runs deeper than my skin and has spread like poison through my mind. Abandonment threw responsibility on my shoulders at an early age and love became warped with desire.

  When I was eighteen, our dad went overseas on holiday and never came back, leaving me with my thirteen year old twin siblings, Sean and Sonea. He isn’t dead, he just didn’t care enough about his kids and was probably too busy fucking some woman he met over there to come home. I had to get a second job to support them because there was no way in hell I’d let them be taken from me. I was old enough, and I could take care of them. Besides, I love them too much. I couldn’t lose them to the system, just because our dad is a waste of fucking space who decided whatever he left behind wasn’t worth coming back to.

  It’s been eight years since he turned his back on us, and in that time I’ve watched Sean and Sonea grow up in a way I’d never have seen if I hadn’t become their surrogate parent. I didn’t get to go to college, and every day I blame him for taking that choice away from me; however, when Sean and Sonea come home from their own schools, I know I wouldn’t change who I had to become. I gave up everything for them, but I’ll never regret keeping them when our wastrel father decided not to bother.

  CHAPTER ONE

  Sonea

  Walking through the front door to the only place I’ll ever call home, the familiar scent of the house washes over me, and I inhale deeply. Aston isn’t home. His car is still in the drive but the alarm has been set. I shouldn’t be surprised he’s not here; I’m home a day earlier than I planned, and I didn’t tell him I was coming back today. The semester ended sooner than initially intended. Everyone in our class was ahead of schedule, and there was no point in starting anything new so close to the winter break, so we were allowed home.

  Sean won’t be arriving for a couple more days, and I’m so excited to see him. It kills me to attend a different school than him, but he got a partial scholarship at one of the best engineering schools, and I was accepted elsewhere. I know it hurts him to be separated, but while we are still two halves of the same whole, we each had our own dreams to chase, and his led him over a thousand miles away from where mine took me.

  It’s pretty late, and I don’t know when I can expect Aston to get home. I could text him, but that would ruin the surprise of me being home early, and it gives me the extra time alone to unpack and get settled. Heading into the kitchen, I grab a can of soda and shoulder my bag again before making my way upstairs. I need to wash off the train ride and freshen up. I let out a yawn and decide to surprise Aston in the morning instead.

  As the water eases the long journey from my muscles, I relax and think about the upcoming holiday and how good it will be to have all my family here. I couldn’t make it home during the Thanksgiving break, so it’s been months since I saw either of them. Soaping up the body puff, I lather my skin, rubbing at every inch of my body. Eventually, I slow my vigorous scrubbing and reflect on the true reason why I didn’t make it home, not the excuse about too much schoolwork that I gave to Aston and Sean.

  Over the years I’ve looked up to Aston, admiring him for being everything I ever needed when Sean and I were growing up. He never tried to hide what dad did, telling us the truth instead of lying like most people would. I’ve watched him work himself half to death to pay the bills and help in any way he could with our schoolwork. When it came to college applications, he supported us through the process, even though I could tell it hurt him to see us accepted, having had to shelve his own dreams to see us accomplish ours.

  All I’ve ever wanted is to make Aston proud and happy. Shame burns in my belly and heat floods south when I think about one of the last times I saw him, shortly before I returned to college after the summer break. My fingers move unbidden to mingle with the juices pooling between my thighs.

  Sometimes I wish we had a bigger house, I gripe mentally when I try the bathroom door and find that Sean is using the shower. Great. The only other bathroom with a shower is the en suite in Aston’s room, which is the bedroom that used to belong to our dad when he still lived here. Sighing, I make my way along the hallway to his room and walk into the empty bedroom. I dart across to the closed en suite door, and pulling it open, I halt in shock at the sight of Aston. He’s standing completely naked in the shower with water running down his bare back and with miles of tanned skin glistening under the ceiling spotlights.

  My breath comes out in a soft gasp he doesn’t hear, and my heart thuds erratically in my chest when I stand there staring at him instead of turning tail and running. I’m rooted to the spot and unable to move as I stare at his body, drinking in the sight of him. I try to tell myself to stop, to leave and pretend I never saw him, but when he throws his head back and groans with his eyes pinched tightly closed and his teeth gritted as though in pain, I find myself moving closer to him.

  This is wrong; I shouldn’t be in here. I should leave, but something’s pulling me toward him, and when I notice the hard, angry length of his cock jutting out from the V of his hips and his hand wrapped firmly around it, my mouth waters at what I’m seeing. Water is streaming down his body, and my eyes track the paths of the droplets as they move over the dips, ridges, and curves of his muscular back and toned ass. My mind has blanked, and all sane thought has left my body. I’ve seen a naked man before, and I’ve had sex and loved every moment, but nothing has incited as much desire in me as the man standing in front of me right now.

  Absently, I press my finger to my clit through my jeans, attempting to alleviate some of the ache that’s building there. Aston lets out a long, low moan, fisting the base of his cock, and as he rhythmically moves his hand again, swiping his thumb over the head with every pass, I rub faster. I’m lost in the moment, forgetting that I shouldn’t be in here, forgetting that the man in front of me isn’t a stranger, and forgetting that at any moment he could turn around and catch me.

  A tingle of pleasure ripples through me at the sounds leaving his mouth, pairing with the sensations my fingers are creating at my own touch. Frustration builds the longer I stand there, trapped by a crushing need I can’t seem to snap out of; impatience drives my desire. I’ve been possessed by something far stronger than my own will, and I've become a slave to it. I one-handedly undo my jeans while maintaining my rhythm until I’m able to touch my own bare skin.

  Licking my lips, my mouth feels dry, but as I slide my fingers into my panties, I feel the wetness that has gathered there. Now with slick fingers, I resume my ministrations until a buzzing sensation floods through me and I let out a soft moan.

  I must be louder than I thought because Aston’s eyes fly open as he lets out a guttural shout, “Sonea!”

  Thick ribbons of cum spurt from the end of his cock, coating the water splattered glass between us, and I shudder through my own orgasm at the sight. Still floating in the post orgasmic haze, I barely realize Aston
has switched the shower off and wrapped a towel around his waist until he’s standing directly in front of me, his furious expression telling me I’ve really fucked up. But as I withdraw my hand from my jeans, I feel his shallow breaths on my face and see the warring emotions in his eyes. Love, anger, confusion...and fear.

  I look away but I’m still frozen in place, this time too scared to move, to face him and see the raging conflict on his face. The juices from my pussy are drying on my fingers, and I quickly wipe my hands on my jeans, embarrassment heating my cheeks at what I’ve done; Aston’s my brother, and I’ve just got myself off to the sight of him masturbating in the shower!

  Surprise fills my chest and warmth spreads through me when I feel his large, damp hand under my chin, tilting my head back, so I’m facing him.

  I close my eyes, too terrified to do anything else, and whisper, “I’m sorry. I don’t know what came over me.”

  Soft, warm lips press against my forehead, and when his husky voice washes over me in the familiar blanket of comfort I’ve come to rely on, I feel the tears I was holding back slip free.

  “Don’t do that again, Sonea. I’m not meant for you, sweetheart. Wash up. Dinner will be here soon.”

  Confusion spreads through me at the calm tenor of his voice. I expected him to shout, to yell that I was disgusting, and a part of me wonders exactly what he’s thinking right now. But he doesn’t linger, instead he leaves me alone in his bathroom with my shame and the remains of his cum still soaking the glass wall of his shower.

  I’ve thought a lot about that day, far more than I should, and I’m stuck in a tortuous purgatory where I want more but know I shouldn’t. Every fantasy I’ve masturbated to since then, Aston’s starred in, and each time, I’ve finished with his name on my lips, juices soaking my hand, and thinking of him. I’m disgusted at myself, yet I can’t bring myself to stop this terrible need plaguing my fantasies.

  I skipped Thanksgiving, but I can’t miss sharing another holiday with my family. I don’t know how to face either of my brothers, though, when I have this sickness in my mind, spreading through me like poison. I’m wanting things I should never desire and will never have, and I’m feeding it with every new fantasy and every single touch.

  CHAPTER TWO

  Aston

  Sonea should be home tomorrow, and Sean will be here a few days after. His semester finishes after Sonea’s, and he also has farther to travel. I sip at the same drink I’ve been nursing since I got here over an hour ago. Downing it, I grit my teeth and order a shot. I was restless and needed something to do, but in this town not much is open late at night apart from the local rock bar and a few restaurants. I’d already eaten at home, so I opted for the bar.

  Nerves are attacking my gut at the thought of seeing the twins again. I saw Sean at Thanksgiving, but I haven’t seen Sonea since the summer, and I’m still not sure how to handle what occurred that day in my room. I was too stunned to do anything other than speak a few words to her; not while the aftershocks of my orgasm were still vibrating through my body and the scent of her arousal surrounded me when I approached her. I almost gave in to the desperation that was written across her flushed features, but someone has to be the responsible one, and even with my thoughts swirling in an endorphin-ridden blur, I wasn’t about to completely ruin the relationship we have and destroy everything I’ve worked so hard to build for my family.

  I left, and ever since, I’ve tried to obliterate from my mind the image of my little sister with her hand down her pants, her eyes dilated with lust, and cheeks flushed from her orgasm. But, the damage has been done and I don’t know how to repair it. I can’t fix what I’ve seen or erase what she did. I can’t remove the memory of how I came with Sonea’s name on my lips as I shouted in surprise at the sight of her standing there. No matter what I do now, her name and her face flit into my mind every time I shower, and I can’t hide from what she’s initiated.

  I knock back the shot and this time ask for a double. I don’t know what’s gotten into me, usually I’m not much of a drinker. I realize I do know, though, when the memory of Sonea’s face twisted with rapture seeps into my brain, and I dig my nails into my palms. A part of me hates her for wrecking my peace of mind and setting the relationship I have with her on a precarious ledge. The real test is about to come, but I’m going to do my damnedest not to let what I’m sure was an isolated incident ruin the holidays. I’m going to pretend it never happened and hope she does the same. I won’t be able to cope with losing the closeness I share with my little sister if she persists in chasing something so elusive and impossible.

  I’m hoping that the few days we’ll spend together before Sean gets home won’t be awkward or filled with tension, and we can either act as though nothing happened or find a way to get past it and keep the truth buried. In spite of the conflict that wages inside me when I think of Sonea, I have missed her, and I’m still looking forward to seeing her again. Why did she have to make a mess of everything, and what am I going to do if we can’t move past this?

  Shaking off the thoughts niggling at my conscience, I finish off my third drink and get to my feet. I’m not drunk, I’m barely even tipsy. The strong flavor from the shots tastes like regret on my tongue and letting out a heavy sigh, I leave the empty glass sitting on the bar and head for the exit. I don’t know what to do about this, but sitting in a noisy bar surrounded by the thump of heavy music isn’t the place to think things through.

  Making my way out onto the quiet street, I leave the sound of fast riffs and heavy drumbeat behind me. Normally I love the music and the feeling of getting lost in the pounding rhythm, but tonight I’m just not feeling it.

  It’s getting colder, and at this time of year it’s not unusual to get a sharp frost or even snow, although according to the weather report it won’t hit for at least another week. I left my gloves at home, and the cold is biting at my fingertips even though I’ve buried my hands deep in my jacket pockets.

  I’ve got to figure this out, and I’ve got to do it soon. That niggling little thought I’m keeping buried is trying to unearth itself, and I’d sooner smother it than uncover it. I’m not going to entertain the ridiculous notions that have been sprouting little seedlings ever since I witnessed Sonea getting off to the sight of me…

  As my blood rushes downward and my cock thickens in my pants at the vivid memory, I exhale sharply. Maybe I’m more drunk than I thought, because right now, I’m wishing I’d licked her fingers clean, and I’m wondering if they’d have tasted like the erotic scent surrounding her. No, I can’t go down that road. It’s wrong, and it’s fucking disgusting to think of my little sister in such a way.

  I’m grateful the bar isn’t too far from home, but the brisk walk is long enough to have cleared my head and sobered me up. Tonight I’m going to do whatever I can to get these urges and thoughts out of my system, so tomorrow when dawn shines on my mistakes, I can shut them away and pretend nothing ever happened.

  When I finally get through my front door and have locked it behind me, I clumsily hang the keys on the hook and head for the kitchen. Definitely not as sober as I thought. Pouring myself a drink of water, I down it and refill my glass before grabbing some painkillers and going to my room. I fumble with the buttons on my jeans and slide them and my boxers down my legs, discarding them together with my t-shirt onto the floor. The house is already too warm, and with my forbidden thoughts sending extra waves of heat roaring through my blood, I lie down on my bed on top of the bedclothes and palm my aching cock.

  Rubbing the precum down my length with my thumb, I let loose the worst fantasies I’ve ever dreamed up. With no preamble, I proceed to fuck my tightly fisted hand as though it’s Sonea’s pussy. Imagining how it would feel if she were wrapped around my cock, I squeeze my rigid length, wishing she was riding me with bliss written all over her face as I pump into her. I come with a growl, and my body jerks from the force of the orgasm tearing through me as cum coats my hand and stomach. I lie on my bed,
breathless, boneless and shaking hard through the residual sensations still wreaking havoc on my body.

  A soft voice cuts through the lusty fog like a beam of sunlight, and I blink in the sudden brightness that illuminates my room and the chaotic mess on my skin and in my mind.

  “Aston, are you okay?”

  As I stare groggily at the shocked expression on Sonea’s face, I feel a prickle of confusion sweep over me. Why is she here? An awareness of the compromising state I’m in hits me, swiftly followed by a heavy dose of shame.

  What the fuck did I just do?

  CHAPTER THREE

  Sean

  It’s been hell spending so much time away from Sonea, and I’m not sure if I’ll ever get used to the heaviness in my chest with her absence. As we grew older, our looks weren’t so closely mirrored anymore, and where her features softened and her body began to curve gracefully, mine hardened and filled out in a different way to Sonea’s. Hell, these days I look more like my big brother Aston than my own twin. I miss them both, and I’m a little peeved that Sonea has already finished up for the holidays and I still have to sit through another two days of lectures before the end of my semester.

  I’ll be flying home, and I’m hoping Sonea will come to meet me at the airport with Aston, who has already offered to pick me up. Sometimes I miss Dad, but I’d never trade in the memories and relationship I share with Aston for more time with him. Even though I know in my heart that Aston did a better job than Dad ever could have, I do wonder how we’d have turned out if he hadn’t bailed on us. Aston has always looked out of us. We’d always been close, and what happened with Dad just made our bond even stronger.