Hello! Are you people tired of me yet? Oh well, now, if you'll excuse me, I've got a story to tell. Well, first things first: Reader discretion is highly recommended. It's rated PG-13 because the last time I rated a story R, they took it off the site. This story is graphic, and explicit, but if you like it and want more, you can email me to get the uncut naughty chapters. And one more thing, I have another story, that WILL NOT be posted on fanfiction. It's a romance novel called Gravida Femina. Translation: Pregnant girl. For more information, read my bio. Well, without further adieu ladies and gentlemen, Brotherly Haunting! Enjoy! PS, this story takes place the morning after the ending of New Magic, if you haven't read it, or Familiar Love, I'd highly recommend it, but it's not necessary to read this story.
Prologue, A.D. 1239
The children laughed loudly as they splashed about with their father in the lake. The two boys grabbed their father's arms, hoping to drag him down. He laughed at their useless attempts, but soon, the tickling on his flat stomach made him shake. Him off guard, the boys dragged him in. At the surface again, he looked down at his rascal daughter, and the boys proudly patted her back. Grinning, he scooped them all into his arms at once, made sure they could breathe, and tossed them in. Later in the afternoon, their mother with them, they watched the sunset, and found one of their happiest times. Because they were all together. And none of them knew how long they would be.
Chapter 1 Make out
"Mmm." Serena moaned out, as Stanton rubbed her bared stomach. She ran her hand over his broad chest, and laced it around his back, drawing him closer. Her house was completely empty. Collin was at Jimena's, meeting her grandma; and her father had to attend to the trial of an innocent convict faced with the charges of sodomy, rape, and murder. He just left over an hour ago, and wouldn't be back until Monday.
His rippling back muscles flinched as she teased them lightly with her cold fingers. Her top was on the floor, leaving her in nothing but a short spaghetti-strap; and his shirt and jacket were on the floor too. His warm tongue came out of her mouth, and ran down her jaw and neck, then he nibbled on her collar-bone. He shifted, and pressed her underneath him on the couch.
He kissed her again, and his hands ran down her arms. Her arms tingled every place his fingers stroked. Her blood had been running hot from the first second his lips came on hers; but now, she was boiling. The heat and desire rose with every move, with every kiss. His kiss suddenly changed, from passionate, to totally voracious. She arched her stomach, and responded as hard as she could.
She suddenly pulled back, and sweetly kissed his ear; again and again. His hands shifted from her shoulders, and went down, kneading and rubbing at her breasts. Sighing, she put her hands over his, and caressed the back of his hands. Stanton brought his fingers down to her stomach, traced her bikini lines, then slid them up and down her thighs. His fingers so close, yet so far, drove her wild.
He slipped his hands in between her thighs, and spread her legs wide. Thirty minutes later, they lay asleep on the couch. Serena stirred, but when she opened her eyes, a proud smile illuminated her face. They hadn't gone all the way. His jeans were still on, and so were her sweats and top. But recently, they had come to the mutual conclusion that even though they shouldn't have real sex, dry sex probably wouldn't hurt.
After lightly touching the tip of his nose with her finger, she got up, but covered him with the blanket he had wrapped around them. She found it a little ironic that he wouldn't touch her in her most private area, but he would have dry sex with her. They were very similar...where was there any difference? Serena stretched, then looked back at him once more. Sleeping the way he was, he seemed both handsome, and child-like.
Heaving a long sigh, she stood, flipped her hair, and grabbed her shirt. The hem was wrinkled because he had grabbed it so hard. She would bet anything that if he hadn't cared about her the way he did, he surely would have ripped it in half. And that sounded pretty good. Yet since it was still in one piece, she slipped it on. She had no idea why they had been acting so sexual lately, but she did know it wasn't just him.
It was her too. She had been thinking about him more, wanting him more. Every time they got together, everything intensified. The kissing got more intense, the touching, the roaming. Everything. He hadn't......made love to her yet, but she had a strange feeling inside of her heart telling her it was going to be soon. When she reached the bathroom, she flipped her hair out of her face again, and looked at her neck.
There was a small red spot on her collar-bone. Her lashes shaded her green eyes bashfully, but there was something interesting about that mark. A mark of possession; as if she belonged to Stanton, and only Stanton. Serena looked at the alarm clock on the sink. 10:37. The time went much shorter than she thought it went. When he was around, it seemed to drag on forever. She opened the drier, and dug into the hot fabric.
Grabbing a pair of underwear, she stripped, then stepped into the shower. If Stanton woke up, he would figure out where she was once he heard the water running. She scrubbed up, trying not to take too long. As she came out, the alarm clock said it was about 10:48. She dressed, then walked downstairs, and found him stretching out on the couch. As he rose his arms to stretch, his arm and chest muscles bulged in a sexy way.
He was in the midst of waking up, but that was alright. He told her he hadn't had anything to eat since he woke up, which was at 6:30, so she grinned, then walked into the kitchen. Opening the fridge, she scratched Wally's head. Collin liked it when she made meals for the family, and so did her dad, and she appreciated that. But somehow, cooking breakfast for Stanton was infinitely more satisfying.
She set the table, all the while wondering what was keeping him. As she turned to get the platter of bacon, she heard a quiet, "Wow."
Serena turned, then smiled at Stanton, then set the bacon on the table. His hair was a little damp, and since she had been cooking, no wonder she couldn't hear him take a shower. He looked up from the filled table and said, "You made all this?"
"It's not much." she said casually.
There were eggs, bacon, toast and butter, hot biscuits, and fresh ground coffee.
"Thank you." he said. She nodded, and watched as he sat down.
She smiled broadly at his eagerness, then sat with him as he spooned some eggs onto his plate, then took a bite. "Good?"
Sipping some hot coffee, he replied, 'Very good.' Still smiling, she helped herself. They talked pleasantly as they ate, and when they finished, he helped her clean up.
"So when are you leaving?" Serena asked, wiping at a dish with a wet sponge. He shrugged as she passed it to him, then dried it.
"I'm not sure. But I think it would be a good idea to go sooner than later. Just to get it over with."
She nodded. "I suppose so." Stanton pulled the plug from the sink, and washed his hands. He told her not too long ago that he wanted to visit Europe again to see his castle.
He had to make a quick stop there a while ago, but after seeing it again, he wanted a better reminder of home. Tongue in cheek, she turned to him. "In that case, you want help packing? I'm not busy," she suggested.
Tilting his head, Stanton said, "Okay," Leaving it at that, she grabbed her keys, and as they left, she locked up the house. It was an unusual custom lately, but her dad realized that with such valuable belongings, maybe it was time for them to get secure.
Too explicit? If you think so, speak now or forever hold yoru peace, cuz things are gonna heat up. And be MATURE about the reviews you give. Thank you.
Prologue, A.D. 1239
The children laughed loudly as they splashed about with their father in the lake. The two boys grabbed their father's arms, hoping to drag him down. He laughed at their useless attempts, but soon, the tickling on his flat stomach made him shake. Him off guard, the boys dragged him in. At the surface again, he looked down at his rascal daughter, and the boys proudly patted her back. Grinning, he scooped them all into his arms at once, made sure they could breathe, and tossed them in. Later in the afternoon, their mother with them, they watched the sunset, and found one of their happiest times. Because they were all together. And none of them knew how long they would be.
Chapter 1 Make out
"Mmm." Serena moaned out, as Stanton rubbed her bared stomach. She ran her hand over his broad chest, and laced it around his back, drawing him closer. Her house was completely empty. Collin was at Jimena's, meeting her grandma; and her father had to attend to the trial of an innocent convict faced with the charges of sodomy, rape, and murder. He just left over an hour ago, and wouldn't be back until Monday.
His rippling back muscles flinched as she teased them lightly with her cold fingers. Her top was on the floor, leaving her in nothing but a short spaghetti-strap; and his shirt and jacket were on the floor too. His warm tongue came out of her mouth, and ran down her jaw and neck, then he nibbled on her collar-bone. He shifted, and pressed her underneath him on the couch.
He kissed her again, and his hands ran down her arms. Her arms tingled every place his fingers stroked. Her blood had been running hot from the first second his lips came on hers; but now, she was boiling. The heat and desire rose with every move, with every kiss. His kiss suddenly changed, from passionate, to totally voracious. She arched her stomach, and responded as hard as she could.
She suddenly pulled back, and sweetly kissed his ear; again and again. His hands shifted from her shoulders, and went down, kneading and rubbing at her breasts. Sighing, she put her hands over his, and caressed the back of his hands. Stanton brought his fingers down to her stomach, traced her bikini lines, then slid them up and down her thighs. His fingers so close, yet so far, drove her wild.
He slipped his hands in between her thighs, and spread her legs wide. Thirty minutes later, they lay asleep on the couch. Serena stirred, but when she opened her eyes, a proud smile illuminated her face. They hadn't gone all the way. His jeans were still on, and so were her sweats and top. But recently, they had come to the mutual conclusion that even though they shouldn't have real sex, dry sex probably wouldn't hurt.
After lightly touching the tip of his nose with her finger, she got up, but covered him with the blanket he had wrapped around them. She found it a little ironic that he wouldn't touch her in her most private area, but he would have dry sex with her. They were very similar...where was there any difference? Serena stretched, then looked back at him once more. Sleeping the way he was, he seemed both handsome, and child-like.
Heaving a long sigh, she stood, flipped her hair, and grabbed her shirt. The hem was wrinkled because he had grabbed it so hard. She would bet anything that if he hadn't cared about her the way he did, he surely would have ripped it in half. And that sounded pretty good. Yet since it was still in one piece, she slipped it on. She had no idea why they had been acting so sexual lately, but she did know it wasn't just him.
It was her too. She had been thinking about him more, wanting him more. Every time they got together, everything intensified. The kissing got more intense, the touching, the roaming. Everything. He hadn't......made love to her yet, but she had a strange feeling inside of her heart telling her it was going to be soon. When she reached the bathroom, she flipped her hair out of her face again, and looked at her neck.
There was a small red spot on her collar-bone. Her lashes shaded her green eyes bashfully, but there was something interesting about that mark. A mark of possession; as if she belonged to Stanton, and only Stanton. Serena looked at the alarm clock on the sink. 10:37. The time went much shorter than she thought it went. When he was around, it seemed to drag on forever. She opened the drier, and dug into the hot fabric.
Grabbing a pair of underwear, she stripped, then stepped into the shower. If Stanton woke up, he would figure out where she was once he heard the water running. She scrubbed up, trying not to take too long. As she came out, the alarm clock said it was about 10:48. She dressed, then walked downstairs, and found him stretching out on the couch. As he rose his arms to stretch, his arm and chest muscles bulged in a sexy way.
He was in the midst of waking up, but that was alright. He told her he hadn't had anything to eat since he woke up, which was at 6:30, so she grinned, then walked into the kitchen. Opening the fridge, she scratched Wally's head. Collin liked it when she made meals for the family, and so did her dad, and she appreciated that. But somehow, cooking breakfast for Stanton was infinitely more satisfying.
She set the table, all the while wondering what was keeping him. As she turned to get the platter of bacon, she heard a quiet, "Wow."
Serena turned, then smiled at Stanton, then set the bacon on the table. His hair was a little damp, and since she had been cooking, no wonder she couldn't hear him take a shower. He looked up from the filled table and said, "You made all this?"
"It's not much." she said casually.
There were eggs, bacon, toast and butter, hot biscuits, and fresh ground coffee.
"Thank you." he said. She nodded, and watched as he sat down.
She smiled broadly at his eagerness, then sat with him as he spooned some eggs onto his plate, then took a bite. "Good?"
Sipping some hot coffee, he replied, 'Very good.' Still smiling, she helped herself. They talked pleasantly as they ate, and when they finished, he helped her clean up.
"So when are you leaving?" Serena asked, wiping at a dish with a wet sponge. He shrugged as she passed it to him, then dried it.
"I'm not sure. But I think it would be a good idea to go sooner than later. Just to get it over with."
She nodded. "I suppose so." Stanton pulled the plug from the sink, and washed his hands. He told her not too long ago that he wanted to visit Europe again to see his castle.
He had to make a quick stop there a while ago, but after seeing it again, he wanted a better reminder of home. Tongue in cheek, she turned to him. "In that case, you want help packing? I'm not busy," she suggested.
Tilting his head, Stanton said, "Okay," Leaving it at that, she grabbed her keys, and as they left, she locked up the house. It was an unusual custom lately, but her dad realized that with such valuable belongings, maybe it was time for them to get secure.
Too explicit? If you think so, speak now or forever hold yoru peace, cuz things are gonna heat up. And be MATURE about the reviews you give. Thank you.