You are about to take a journey into what many consider the forbidden zone. The stories in this anthology portray brothers, sisters, and first cousins in explicit sexual relationships. Society typically frowns upon this kind of behavior, although incest is not illegal in every part of the world, and in some instances, incestuous relationships are completely acceptable.

The word “incest” often conjures up images of abuse, and certainly there are those situations in which incest has a dark side. I’m not condoning any of that behavior here. The characters in these stories, all of whom are fictional, are consenting adults who find pleasure where it is least expected.

Sex is best when there’s a connection between those who are having it. When you think about it, there is no deeper connection between two people than the connection between siblings. In some instances, cousins are just as close. Isn’t it possible those deep connections could fuel the kind of passion found in this collection?

In an effort to make the reading experience more enjoyable, I’ve tried to weave believable plots throughout, because, let’s face it, siblings and cousins don’t usually fall into bed with one another without considering the consequences. While a few of my characters do just that, most of them act like you would expect siblings and cousins to act before, during, and after having sex. They often question their behavior, they sometimes fear the consequences, and in some cases they feel guilty.

A little disclaimer: I have no brothers or sisters, and if I did, I probably wouldn’t fuck them, although I can’t guarantee my active imagination wouldn’t take me through a fantasy or two. I have cousins, but I rarely talk to them, much less screw them. This book is a work of fiction, meant only to provide a reading experience to those who wish to visit the forbidden zone, even if only through the magic of the written word. If you are one of those readers, sit back and get to know the sexy siblings and kissing cousins who do naughty things together in this collection of taboo tales.

The Real Author’s Introduction

I initially meant to publish this book using the pseudonym Belinda Carlton. The reason I wanted to do that is probably obvious. The subject matter is controversial. I wanted to keep it separate from my other work. Upon further consideration, however, I changed my mind. Why? Because I’ve never used a pseudonym in my entire writing career and I didn’t want to start now. If I write it, I own it. That’s my motto. Some of what I write will be offensive to people, but I write what I write. It’s as simple as that.

There is a legitimate market for the types of stories in this book. Much of the material written for this particular genre is not very good. The stories in Relative Behavior are quite good. That was my intention when I wrote them, to create something with genuine story value. I believe I’ve accomplished this.

If stories involving sex between siblings and cousins isn’t your thing, I doubt you’re reading this. If you are reading it, you probably have some interest, so I won’t preach to the choir. I will say this; you’d be surprised to find out how many people enjoy this type of story, and trust me, the majority are probably not engaging in this type of behavior. For the most part, we’re dealing with human fantasy.

I stand behind the stories in Relative Behavior. Set aside the subject matter and the stories are simply good erotic stories. I enjoyed writing them. I hope you enjoy reading them.

— Carl Hose

Forbidden Love

Sometimes she feels alone and longs

For the touch of any man.

She confesses to her brother,

Who always understands.

He comes to her late one night.

Both of them agree,

Loving each other can only be right,

The way it was meant to be.

He touches her and she responds.

He kisses her tender lips.

He caresses her stiffened nipples

Beneath his fingertips.

She reaches down to stroke him;

His cock is hard for her.

She surrenders to him instantly,

Neither speaks a word.

Every thrust is deeper,

Passion starts to rise.

She wraps her legs around him

With desire she can’t hide.

As lovers they reach another place

Few siblings dare to go.

Exquisite ecstasy in the night,

Where forbidden love will flow.

Brotherly Love

Why do I feel so lonely? Why do I feel so incomplete? It’s literally like there’s a piece missing from my being. Could it really be because of my brother, my twin? Damnit, Molly, he is not the cause of you not finding love or even pleasure in another man, or is he?

Why did you leave me Chad? You were my rock, my protector. You were my hero. I thought you were stronger than that. So you didn’t get along with our new dad. Was he really that bad? God, I know he was hard on you and expected a lot from you, but to just up and leave at sixteen? Where are you?

I lay awake in bed with these thoughts running through my mind. It seems like that’s been a part of my nightly routine for the past two years. I’ve always questioned why Chad left that cold, dreary day in November, six years ago, but why did I start blaming him for all of my troubles? I guess it’s easier to place blame elsewhere.

Our father died of colon cancer, a very ugly death, when we were eleven years old. We adored our father immensely. He truly was the picture perfect dad. He took us to Fairmount Park in our hometown of Philadelphia every Saturday. We knew every sculpture and fountain that adorned that magnificent piece of land. All of us took his death very hard, although at the time, we questioned our mother’s love for our father. It was less than a year before she met our stepfather, Charles. As I matured, I understood the loneliness she must have felt. I know she felt the need to fill the void left behind by our father’s death.

I believe Chad felt like the responsibility of being man of the house was passed to him the day our father left us, so when Charles came into our lives and assumed that responsibility, he and Chad butted heads. If Charles had only eased his way into that role, maybe my brother wouldn’t have left. I believe our stepfather felt intimidated by Chad’s strong headedness. Although Charles treated me well, he always tried to belittle Chad.

Chad and I continued to go to Fairmount every Saturday in memory of our father. We would always start in the same spot, blindfold each other, and see who could make it to the sculptures and correctly identify them first. I haven’t been back since Chad left. I’ve never left Philadelphia (the city of brotherly love, funny, huh?) either, because I wanted to remain where Chad could easily find me if he ever came back.

As I rolled over to nestle my head on my cool satin-covered pillow, I saw my nightstand drawer was open. What’s hidden in that drawer is what gives me the most pleasure. God knows I’ve tried receiving that kind of pleasure from a man, but I can’t ever seem to reach that peak every other woman in the world has experienced. I was told by a close friend that nobody knows my body like I do, and that I should experiment with some toys. It took a long time before I decided to invest in my vibrating friend, and I have not regretted it since.

I should have rolled over to get some much needed sleep, but the desire to touch myself was overwhelming. Without further debate, I reached into the drawer and wrapped my fingers around my trusty friend. The realism of it never ceased to amaze me.

My pussy awakened with an electrical sensation. It was an automatic reaction to reach for the small bottle of baby oil that went hand in hand with my toy. I poured a small amount of oil into the palm of my hand and started to gently stroke the rubberized cock, veins and all. I turned on the vibration and teased my nipples with the head of it. I felt the skin on my areolas tighten as my nipples took shape. I love the aroma of the oil; the innocence of it blends nicely with the not-so-innocent actions it performs.

I slowly glided the dancing shaft south. I lingered over my navel, as it added to the tingling sensations I was experiencing. I tried to imagine a man flicking his tongue there and was only slightly more aroused, so I continued the journey southward, just past the border.

The oil helped my playmate’s crossing through the bushes with ease. It reached its destination, for the time being anyway. My fingers had to help part the way, allowing the vibration to find that lucky spot. I’ve learned just where that spot is, so finding it is no trouble—just to the right of the soft shell that encompasses my sensitive pearl. There’s no going straight for my treasured jewel. I need to treat it with more respect than that.

Slow vibrations at first. The nerve endings gradually adjusted and allowed the pulses to delve deeper. I turned the dial counter clock-wise so I could intensify the throbbing that was making its way through the depths of my woman cave. My breathing started to quicken and get deeper. I knew it was time to move the magnetic head due west. It was as if the folds of my shell blossomed like a flower, inviting the mushroom shaped head to play with its bud.

I once again envisioned a man performing this act, swirling his tongue around my swollen clit. The muscles deep within started to expand and contract. I had my own volcanic build-up, and I thought I might even have my first eruption, then there was nothing. That damn cork remained and stopped the sensations dead in their tracks. I closed my eyes and decided to try and push through it. When I opened my eyes again, I saw an image of Chad between my legs.

My playtime came to an abrupt end.

What the hell was that, Molly? You have officially lost your mind! He is your twin brother, for God’s sake! Yes, you have a bond with him stronger than most siblings have together, but not that strong.

A piece of me was taken when he left, and I haven’t felt whole since then, but he is not the missing piece in my love puzzle.

It took all of my willpower to stop those thoughts. I forced myself to go to sleep.

I awoke the following morning to someone knocking on my front door. I wasn’t expecting anyone and tried ignoring it in hopes they would leave. The knock became more persistent. I knew they weren’t departing until I answered, so I lazily rolled out of bed and wrapped a fleece robe around my bare body. The way the plush wool stroked my skin as I walked was a comforting sensation. I unlocked the door, keeping the chain lock intact as I peeked out to see who was there.

“Chad?”

After six years, I was staring back at my brother.

“Hi, Molly,” he said, smiling with that sheepish smile of his that always warmed my heart.

I must have looked like a fool, with my jaw nearly touching the floor. I finally came around when he asked if I was going to let him in. I tried opening the door twice before I remembered the chain lock was still latched. When I finally succeeded, I was rewarded with a huge embrace that lifted me off my feet. A million thoughts were racing through my mind. I was trying to make sense of everything, but the only thing I could think about was the vision I had the night before. It must have been one of those odd premonitions that twins have, but what a strange way to have it.

“Oh my God, where have you been? How are you? I can’t believe you’re really here. How did you—”

“Whoa, sis. Don’t hurt yourself. We have plenty of time to talk. I’m back for good. I’m not going anywhere.”

He gently released me from his grasp, and I suddenly felt vulnerable without his arms around me. I didn’t think about that too much, since there was a whirlwind of emotions running through me.

“Before anything else, I want you to get dressed. There’s been something I’ve dreamed about doing for so many years. I can’t wait another minute.”

“What? You seriously expect me to go with you without a word of explanation? I’m barely awake.”

“C’mon, Moll, we can talk on the way.”

“Okay, whatever you say. I still can’t believe you’re here. You’re really here, right?” I couldn’t resist pinching him. Partly as a joke, but mainly to prove to myself that he really stood before me.

Chad chuckled and replied, “I’m really here, but I won’t be if you don’t get your ass moving and put some clothes on.”

I ran to my bedroom, realizing I was half skipping by the time I reached my closet. I don’t particularly remember getting dressed, or even making my way to Chad’s car for that matter. I sat in the passenger seat, listening as he told me how he had moved from one friend’s house to the next until the day of his eighteenth birthday, when he joined the Navy, where he’d been this whole time.

“We’re here,” he said.

Tears spilled from my eyes when I saw we were at Fairmount Park. How did we get here so quickly? I had definitely been on auto-pilot, caught in a dreamland while listening to my brother tell me all about his life during the previous six years, but the reality of where we were snapped me back.

“I haven’t been back here since the day you left, Chad. You couldn’t have picked a more appropriate place.”

He smiled at me. His eyes glimmered, then he quickly looked away, reaching for the handle of his door. He was trying to hide it, but I’m sure I saw a droplet forming in the corner of his eye.

“Let’s go,” he said. “I don’t want to waste a moment.”

He went to the rear of his car; I wasn’t far behind. He unlocked the trunk, rummaged through a duffle bag, and pulled out two blindfolds. I burst out laughing, so excited he remembered the game.

“This time we’re doing this together,” he said.

He motioned for me to turn around. I had no problem obeying. He softly placed the cloth over my eyes and secured it behind my head. My whole body exploded with goose bumps, thrilled by what we were about to do. Chad let me know when he was blindfolded as well, and we were ready to commence with our memory.

We held hands until we steadied ourselves. It wasn’t long before we were almost accustomed to the loss of one of our senses. It was like riding a bike. The feel for getting around blindfolded gradually came back, although we found ourselves bumping into each other at first, and laughing about it wildly. It was like being kids all over again.

We finally stumbled to the first sculpture, and although we both knew which one it was, we had to verify it by placing our hands on it. We fondled every crevice and mound our hands could reach. It was the best day of my life. Being there with Chad, it was as if no time had passed. I even forgot about the unanswered questions I had for him.

The sixth carving we approached was an oddly shaped one. I stumbled a few times and heard Chad having a hard time as well, then his hand grasped my breast. It startled me, and apparently it startled him too, because the next thing I heard was him crying out in pain. I removed my blindfold and discovered Chad on the ground, holding his ankle.

“Oh my God, are you okay?”

“No, it hurts pretty damn bad. I’m so sorry, Moll, I didn’t mean to—”

“I’m not concerned about that. We need to get you to a hospital.”

“Oh please, it’s not that bad. We should just call it a day here and head back to your place. It’s nothing a bag of ice and a little alcohol won’t cure.”

“Are you sure?”

“Of course I am. Besides, we have too much catching up to do to be wasting our time waiting in an ER.”

I assisted Chad back to the car and into the passenger seat. On the way home, I stopped at the package store and picked up a few varieties of liquid pain killer. It wasn’t long before we were back in my living room, with Chad’s foot propped on a couch pillow and a bag of ice draped over his ankle.

We began drinking and laughing about his adventures overseas. The conversation became more serious when I asked why I hadn’t heard from him. He told me he’d kept an eye out for me before departing for basic training, but that he’d stayed hidden for fear that I would tell mom, who would then tell Charles. He tried telephoning me after basic and got into a heated argument with our mother. The next time he tried calling, our phone was disconnected. A year later, he tracked down our new number, but when he called, mom told him I wanted nothing to do with him, that I was hurt and not in the forgiving mode.

I was quick to defend myself on that count, explaining that I wasn’t even living at home during that time, that I was away at college and rarely spoke to our mother.

“I really didn’t know what kind of welcoming I would receive, so I was relieved, to say the least, when your arms were wide open,” Chad said.

I got up from the recliner and went to the couch. Chad moved his leg and sat up to make room for me, but I didn’t sit right away.

“How’s it feeling?” I asked.

“It’s fine. Hardly feel a thing. I think a mixture of booze and a good dose of laughter is exactly what I needed, in more ways than one.”

I smiled and eased myself on the couch next to him. I didn’t want him to see I had a good buzz going, so I did my best to be as graceful as possible.

“Why wouldn’t I have welcomed you with open arms?” I asked, then quickly said, “Don’t answer that. I understand how you would have been confused by what mom said, but not a day has gone by that I haven’t thought about you. I talked to you before I went to sleep each night. When you left, you took a piece of me with you. For the first time in six years, I feel like I’m myself again, like I can breathe again.”

He reached over and brushed aside a piece of loose hair that had fallen from behind my ear. Instant shivers raced through my body. There was no denying what I felt. I needed to distance myself from him before I did something he might never forgive me for. I’d just gotten him back, and I wasn’t about to lose him again. I figured this feeling would pass once I got used to being around him again.

“You’ve blossomed into such a beautiful woman,” he said, catching me by surprise. “I always knew you would be stunning.”

“Thank you,” I managed to say, even while my cheeks started to burn and the heat ventured to my ears, along with a tingling sensation elsewhere.

I started to stand, thinking this would be a good time to go to bed, but Chad applied just the right amount of pressure on my left shoulder to keep me beside him. He leaned toward me and placed his forehead against mine. He remained there for a moment, looking into my eyes, then he slowly lifted his head and gingerly kissed my eyelids.

I shuddered, and in that instant, I was amply lubricated. I opened my eyes and met his. Our lips were like magnets that couldn’t resist the pull. Chad exhaled softly before placing his plush lips against mine. The heat of his breath was more than I could stand. I needed to make sure this was what he wanted, because I knew if I allowed myself the guilty pleasure of his touch for one more second, there would be no turning back.

“Are you sure about this?” I asked.

“I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life.”

That was all I needed to hear. I reached behind him and grabbed a handful of his hair as I pulled him toward me. I attacked his mouth with a passion I never knew existed, then I worked my tongue between his succulent lips, where I feasted in his oral cavity. The appetizer was a blend of alcoholic concoctions. Next came the main course—his tongue—which I only nibbled at. Finally, the sweet dessert of his saliva filled me. I couldn’t leave without a dance to top it all off; our tongues did the Tango for what seemed like an eternity.

When I was out of breath, I broke our kiss and started working on what was closest to me—his ear. As I breathed softly into it, I could hear Chad’s breath quicken. I began to lick the folds and work my way to his lobe. Once there, I gave a playful bite and started to gently suck.

I pushed Chad aggressively so he was lying on his back, then I straddled him and rested my pussy atop his hard cock.

“I see you’re as excited about this as I am,” I pointed out.

“Oh my God, you have no idea.”

“Ah, but apparently I do.” I said with a giggle.

I leaned down and began licking his neck. I could taste the salty sweat starting to leak from his body, mixed with his natural scent. Everything about him was arousing. I alternated between licking and kissing hard all over his neck until I felt his heart throbbing against my lips.

I criss-crossed my arms in front of me and reached down to grab the bottom of my shirt. I paused only for a moment before ripping it over my head. Chad’s eyes widened with satisfaction.

I wasn’t ready to expose all. I had on a black lace bra trimmed with hot pink lace, and I thoroughly enjoyed watching my brother imagine what was underneath. Besides, there was enough showing to give him a good idea, and I believe he loved the cleavage exposed before him.

He reached up and placed his forefinger on my lips. He then slowly traced it down my chin, along the smooth curve of my neck, and between my breasts, where it lingered for a moment. He moved it back up over the seam of my bra, then along the midline of my abdomen, pausing just above my navel to play with the dangling belly-button ring

Chad suddenly sat up, forcing me onto my back. His tongue attacked my navel; I started to quiver between my legs. My hands moved down to grip his shoulders with so much force I was sure I’d leave bruises. I released him before I caused him serious pain. I grabbed his shirt and pulled it off.

The sight before my eyes was breathtaking. Chad was chiseled perfectly. Not so muscular that he looked deformed, but the way a hard-working man should look. I traced my fingers along every crease to memorize the way his muscles rippled underneath his skin. He was a work of art, just like the statues I caressed at the park.

Looking at his beautiful chest, it seemed unfair of me to keep my bra on any longer, so I sat up and reached back for the clasp, letting my breasts fall free. Chad stared at them for a moment before cupping them in his hands and squeezing them.

My head was spinning, not only from the booze I’d consumed, but from the pleasure of this moment. I lifted my ass so I could take off my pants and thong in one fell swoop. Chad followed suit, and what sprung from under his jeans took my breath away. My mouth watered at the sight of his slightly-curved cock. I wanted nothing more than to have it in my mouth.

Chad then followed the same path as my trusty friend, south of my mound. Oh my God, I was in heaven! I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to get satisfaction from my vibrator after experiencing Chad’s skilled mouth and tongue working on me.

I lifted my hips slightly, positioning myself so his tongue connected where I needed it to. The way my blood boiled under the heat of his breath on my clit was completely exhilarating. Just when the temperature seemed like it was going to be too much, Chad would suck in a deep breath and cool me down enough so I wouldn’t scream out and disturb the neighbors.

It didn’t take long for the buildup I was familiar with, but I expected it to come to a sudden halt, the way it always did. I wondered if I should fake my way through it to spare my brother’s feelings, but as I debated it, Chad eased his finger inside my wet walls and hooked it inside me, just beyond my pelvic bone.

He hit a home run. Instead of losing all that was built up, tingling shocks shot down my legs and to my toes. I erupted, grabbing the throw pillow and covering my face to drown out my moans. My whole body shuddered, the flood gates opened, and then I went limp.

I lay there with my eyes closed, trying to keep them from rolling back in my head. I started to cry, and Chad began to apologize profusely.

“I’m so sorry, Moll. I’m so stupid. I should have never—”

“Don’t you dare apologize.” I said breathlessly. “These are tears of pure joy and ecstasy. I feel complete. I just experienced my first orgasm ever.”

“Are you serious? Of course you are. You wouldn’t be joking about something like that.”

“Please, Chad, as much as I want to discuss my emotions with you, I don’t want to lose the moment.”

I sat up quickly. I startled him with my sudden movement. My head gravitated to his beautiful cock. As much as I wanted to engulf it in my mouth, I wanted to feel its heat on my lips first. He was starting to go limp, probably because of my tearful outburst, but his cock immediately responded when I gently pressed my lips against it.

The head of his cock was as smooth as silk. I couldn’t resist rubbing it all over my face. I was too eager to play for any length of time, so I proceeded to lick his shaft like a lollipop. A lick here, a suck there, until he completely filled my mouth. Like me, Chad didn’t need to say a word. His breathing, moans, and body movement let me know I was doing everything right. I knew he was on the verge of climaxing, but I wasn’t ready for that just yet.

I raised up so I could straddle him with my ass toward his face. I eased my pussy down onto him slowly, making sure his girth wasn’t too much of a shock to me. I spread my labia to ensure a smooth connection, and once that connection was made, I leaned forward and grabbed his ankles, pulling his cock forward with me.

The sound my brother made then was one of pleasure. This was the culmination of our desire. I rode him hard, up and down, side to side, and grinding in every way I could.

The grinding was especially pleasing to me. The harder I ground, the more his balls rubbed against my clit. It didn’t take long for him to explode his love juices inside of me. The way his cock jerked as he climaxed made me come with him.

We lay together as comfortably as we could on the couch afterward, doing our best to catch our breath. I rested my head on his chest; I could feel his heart rate starting to subside.

He ran his fingers through my hair.

I silently thanked God I was on the pill. In the heat of the moment, I hadn’t been thinking of the repercussions. Repercussions . . . no one would ever know of what happened. No one could know.

“How are we going to explain this one to mom?” I asked.

It was all I could think to say. We cracked up. Nothing had changed between us, not really. If we could still joke like we always had, everything was going to be just fine.

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Contents

Forbidden Zone

The Real Author’s Introduction

Forbidden Love

Brotherly Love