Available: Stiff Rain Press
Aaron
has been in love with his brother for years. Unfortunately for Aaron, those
feelings haven't been mutual. Elliot loves his brother, sure, but he's not in
love with Aaron. After a drunken night up at their parents' cabin in the woods,
could things finally be going Aaron's way?
Excerpt:
Elliot sent shivers through my body as he ran his tongue
along my shaft. Arching my back, hips driving up to give him better access, I
wished he’d stop teasing me. God, just suck it already. He opted for mercy and
worked his magic by taking my cock into his hot mouth. Heart slamming against
my ribs, I thought maybe his mouth might be what heaven feels like—sexual
redemption to be found sliding my cock between his full, red lips.
With each rise and fall of Elliot’s head, I got closer to
coming. The weight of the impending orgasm, the pressure in my balls drove me
insane. I wanted him to take my cum, wanted him to swallow every last drop.
Then I wanted to push him down onto the bed and suck his cock dry. I could
almost hear his moans as he fisted my hair.
Just as I was about to come, I heard my bedroom door open
and it jarred me out of my fantasy. I opened my eyes and yanked my blanket over
my lower half as Elliot sauntered in. Even though it was pretty obvious what
I’d been doing, I still didn’t need him to see for himself. The heat rising in
my cheeks assured me they were bright red as I faced him down. It didn’t help
that he was the object of my fantasy.
Elliot stood in the doorway, a slight grin on his face.
He wore only a pair of basketball shorts. It was obvious he’d been working out
in the basement again. Droplets of sweat slid down his body, moving along the
curves of his chest and abs. I loved that the only hair he had on his chest was
the little trail leading from his belly button to beneath his shorts. Elliot’s
grin solidified my assumption that he knew I was jerking off.
Even though I was twenty-one, I felt like a teenager
again. I couldn’t wait until I was out of the house and had my own place. I had
hoped for some privacy by now, but Elliot had decided to live with our parents
until he finished his MBA. He claimed it was far less expensive than on-campus
housing or an apartment.
My gaze roamed over his body, from the contours of his
shoulder, down his pecs and abs, to the small trail of hair that lead to the
prize inside his shorts. Stop that! I chastised myself. I couldn’t let Elliot
notice me ogling him, much less figure out he’d just interrupted a fantasy
involving him. He was my brother, after all, and I can’t imagine he’d be pleased
with it.
“You got any plans for the weekend?” he asked.
I rolled my eyes. The fucker could’ve at least said hello
or apologized for not knocking when he came in. He reinforced my belief that
I’d gotten all the manners from our genetic pool, and they’d drifted right past
him. Elliot never was one to beat around the bush. “Nope, why?”
He leaned against the doorframe with his arms crossed in
front of his chest, still grinning from his embarrassing masturbatory
discovery. “I was thinking we could go up to the cabin for the weekend. We
haven’t been up there since last summer, and I wanna grab some beers and have
some fun before school starts up again.”
“Sounds good. I could use a few days away from the house.
We leave in the morning?” Elliot was right. We hadn’t gone up there since about
this time last year. We were well overdue for a break away from the rest of the
world.
“Yeah, if that works for you. We can stop at the liquor
store down the street and stock up like we always do. How’s that sound?”
I nodded. “Yeah, that works for me. What time we
leaving?”
“Be ready to go around six,” Elliot said, then winked.
“Have fun taking care of that.” He turned and left, closing the door behind
him.
Six? Seriously? As far as I was concerned, there were no
hours between two am and eight am. No one in their right mind wants to get up
that early. But then again, no one ever said Elliot was in his right mind.
Truth be told, I looked forward to spending a few days up
at the cabin. Spending some time together, just the two of us, would be a good
way to bond like we’d done as kids. With school and everything, we’d drifted
apart a bit, and I missed the easy rapport we’d had. But for now, I wanted to
finish what I’d been doing before he interrupted. The sound of Elliot’s voice, and
the memory of his sweaty torso, was more than enough to bring my cock back to
full attention, despite my earlier embarrassment.
If
you've been paying attention to publishing news lately, you'll have noticed
that snafus at Amazon and Kobo regarding certain types of erotica and erotic
romance. Both companies have decided to no longer allow certain types of books to
be sold through their ebook stores, especially from self-published authors. One
of these genres is incest and, to a lesser extent, pseudo-incest.
For
a while, very few publishers would accept books with these themes. Then a few
cropped up and they were very shady or offered poor editing/cover art services.
That left authors with one avenue - self-publishing. And these books
flourished. Readers were buying them by the cart load. Then the Pornocolypse
hit. This left readers scrambling to figure out how to get their much desired
books. But, more than that, it left authors scrambling to find a home for their
new books.
Like
with most censorship, it's impossible to keep something quiet. Those authors
who preferred to continue self-publishing moved their catalogs to other sites,
like Barnes and Noble and Smashwords who have more relaxed content policies.
For
those of us who prefer an actual publisher a few new names came to light. I was
lucky when I found Stiff Rain Press. They've been an absolute wonder to work
with. By publishing through them, I don't have to worry about have to pay for
editing or cover art. More than that, I don't have to try and deal with the
censorship that is running rampant through the distributors. Stiff Rain deals
with all of that for me. Though they can't make Amazon change their minds, they
upload the books to as many sites as possible.
I'll
keep hoping Amazon will change their mind, especially with how much money they
stand to make off taboo books. But, until then, I'll continue writing taboo and
publishing it without Amazon.
William Cooper:
William
Cooper has been writing and reading since he was little. In 2010 he took the
first step toward publishing a book and hasn’t looked back since. Whether it’s
two men who met in college or brothers who have been in love their entire life,
William loves to tell their story for everyone to read.
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I want and need this I cannot wait to get it..yes I know it is out just need a little time to buy and download/
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