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working on a chain gang breaking rocks, his body all sweaty from the noonday sun. Paying for his sins.
     
    “Penny for your thoughts,” he said.
     
    “I said stop. You deaf?”
     
    “So stop me.”
     
    By this time his hand edged to the fabric on my bikini top. I saw the look in his eyes. Ravenous, hungry, lust-drunk. My chest heaved while he teased the top.
     
    “I don't think that's wise. Besides, you're my brother.”
     
    “Stepbrother, actually. Not related.”
     
    “But it's still a sin,” I objected, trying to catch my breath, with him so close. “I bet if I ask Father Walsh—”
     
    His kissed me before I could finish. Not a brotherly kiss, either. This kiss was all-encompassing, deep and hard. His tongue stroked the roof of my mouth, his hand moving over my ribs, and I felt tingly all over at his touch. I’d never had a tongue in my mouth before and didn’t have any idea what to do, but Miles did. His mouth slanted against mine, teaching me, opening me him.
     
    “Tell Father Walsh what, now?” His breath was hot as he murmured this against my wet, parted lips. I gave a little whimper, my whole body singing.
     
    “Oh God,” I whispered. “This is so wrong.”
     
    “But it feels so right.” He grabbed one of my hands and thrust it against his swim trunks, rubbing it there. I felt his throbbing erection, and it scared me. It also excited me, beyond all reason. I didn’t know what to do, but when my hand closed over it through the material, Miles gave a little groan. That excited me, too.
     
    “We shouldn't,” I gasped, but he kissed me again. This kiss was deeper still, his mouth drawing my tongue into his mouth, a gentle suck. Every time he did that, I felt an aching throb between my thighs.
     
    Then one of his fingers hooked my bikini top and started to pull it down.
     
    “You can't,” I panted, breaking our kiss. I looked into his eyes, seeing the lust there. Oh, this was so wrong, so very wrong. But I wanted him. Every part of me wanted him.
     
    “You want me to,” he said, his gaze moving down to my chest, speaking the words I knew were the truth. “Don't be a liar.”
     
    “Yes,” I confessed with a little cry. “But it's wrong.”
     
    He listened only to my assent, kissing my neck, working his way down my collarbone. My bikini top was still on, but my areola, pale pink and puffy, was exposed. Miles looked at it. Then he reached out a finger to touch it. I felt my nipple pucker, my pussy throb. Then he leaned down and kissed it. Just the half-oval of my areola. Then he licked it, and I jumped like he’d shocked me.
     
    “You're such a sweet flower,” he whispered. Then he reached back and untied the string, pulling my top down completely. My breasts had never seen the sun—not since I’d had them, at any rate. I hadn’t been topless outside since I was in diapers.
     
    I moved to cover myself, but Miles grabbed my wrists, shaking his head, eyes level with mine. What he wanted was in his eyes, and the heat of it traveled through me in an instant. I felt myself trembling, a cool breeze blowing against my nipples, making them instant erect. They went from pink and puffy to hard and pursed as Miles looked at them.
     
    I struggled a little, trying to free my hands, but his grip tightened as he leaned in to lick one of my aching nipples. His tongue danced around the areola and then teased the bud. I’d never felt anything so good in my whole life. I watched him in wonder, forgetting about escape, amazed how, every time his tongue passed over my nipples, I felt that pulsing tug between my thighs, as if the nerve endings were directly connected.
     
    I squirmed when he bit down, gently pulling on it. After one had been tongued and tasted, he repeated this with the other nipple. I started begging him. Please stop. I can’t take it. No more. But he didn’t stop. Then I started begging him for forgiveness. Or maybe I was asking God. I want this. Oh God, help me. I’m