Forbidden Fruit_(0)

This is the first chapter of my first published erotic book. There is also a second book to the story and both can be found on my website. If you are interested please message me for the address. Hope you enjoy this little taste.


“Don…” I heard her sweet voice call out to me, the sound of the front door closing followed close behind with the rustle of plastic bags. Her voice was so much like Beth’s that I almost thought it was her coming home. I shook off the feeling and met Keira in the kitchen. My God… I thought when I rounded the corner and saw her reaching groceries into the top cupboards. Her slim frame stretched to its max, standing on her tip toes. I knew in my mind that it was Keira, not Beth, but my heart and body didn’t seem to understand. From behind she looked so much like Beth, her mother, that I had to fight off the compulsion to walk up behind her and take her into my arms. I missed Beth so much and having Keira around some times made it harder. I appreciated all she had done for me since Beth passed away six months earlier, but seeing her only reminded me of Beth.
Keira was not a carbon copy of her mother, but was damn close. She was an inch taller, a bit slimmer, every bit as sexy, with the same long blonde hair and green eyes. Both of them had small breasts, not tiny, a round full and firm 32Cs, with a tiny waist and full hips. I couldn’t help myself but to stand and watch her. I knew I shouldn’t, that I should help her, but I just couldn’t make myself move, all I could do was watched her as she stretched, twisted and bent down placing each box and can where it belonged, and the last thing that should have been running through my mind was the only thing playing in it. She was unloading the second bag before she noticed me standing in the doorway.
“Oh Christ, I didn’t hear you.” Keira said, pausing only briefly before going back to her task, one that forced her to bend over, showing me her tight young ass. “How long you been there?” She asked, peering at me over her shoulder, holding her bent over position.
“Not long, a minute or so.” I lied, I couldn’t let her know that I had been staring at he like some pervert, which is what I felt like at that moment. “Need some help?”
“No I think I can manage – what would you like for dinner tonight?” She twisted at the waist and I could see most of her beautiful face, her golden hair sweeping down over the opposite side. My God she’s beautiful. She held her pose, waiting for my answer.
“You don’t have to cook Keira, you’ve done enough already.”
“I know – I want to. So what will it be?”
I noticed two boxes of French Bread Pizza’s setting on the counter and pointed to them. “Those will do.”
“You sure? I can fix what ever you want, I don’t mind.” She crooked her head to the side, smiled. “But if that is what you really want.” She said grabbing the boxes from the counter.
“Yeah, that’s good enough for me.” I said returning her smile.
“Well let me pop these in the oven and then I’ll start the laundry.”
“No, I’ll get it. You should be getting home.”
“But I’m eating with you Don; I already told Bill that I was going to be home late.”
“Really Keira, I love having you around, I really do, but you have your own family to take care of.”
“Bill can take care of himself, and besides it’s doing him good to take care of Kallie.