Free Secret Desire: Leihla & Ben (Taboo Forbidden Erotica) by Nic Saint Page A

like to call him my little brother, though I’m on the petite side myself.
    Adopted or not, it doesn’t matter. We’ve been brother and sister practically since birth, so we made a pact that we’ll always be siblings, whatever my parents may say.
    Lately, I’ve been worried about Ben. Most boys his age—we both just turned 18—have girlfriends, but not Ben. I know, since we go to the same school, and the moment he’d be like that about a girl, I’d know.
    I’ve tried to talk to him about it, even, but he kinda ignored me, mumbling something about it not being my business. And I guess it isn’t, but still. I care about him. Secretly, I’ve been wondering if perhaps he’s into boys, not girls. He’s such a sweet kid, not at all like most boys. And he even looks a bit like a girl. Well, he looks like me, with his delicate features and long hair. Not as long as mine of course—he’s not a rock star!
    I know kids at school sometimes tease him about his looks, and my heart breaks when I hear those stories. Ben’s my brother, and if anyone did anything to hurt him, I’d be pretty devastated. And pissed.

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    All this changed, though, the week our parents went on their second honeymoon. They’d been married twenty years, and wanted to celebrate by going back to the quaint little hotel in Iowa they’d spent their first honeymoon. So for seven whole days, Ben and I were on our own. Not that it was the first time that happened. We were old enough to take care of ourselves, and had proven how responsible we were. We even made our own little schedule of chores and stuck it on the fridge to show to mom and dad that they had nothing to worry about and should enjoy their trip without a thought of home or the kids.
    The first Saturday we were home alone, I was scheduled to cook spaghetti, which is pretty much the only thing I can cook, but I wanted to make something special instead. I’d scribbled down the address of a really great cooking site full of recipes that my friend Marcie had found, and was going to cook ourselves a real feast, just to prove to myself that I could. I also wanted to cheer up Ben. For the last month or so, he’d been looking really down, and had been pretty much ignoring me, refusing to talk to me, even. Since we’d always been so close, that disturbed me more than I would have admitted.
    Then, just when I was ready to turn into the teen version of Martha Stewart, my computer decided to go on strike. Try as I might, I couldn’t go online on the damn thing. Something about a server error. I’m no computer geek so I did the only sensible thing: I snuck into Ben’s room to use his computer.
    As he’d gone to the store to check out some new sneakers, I had his room all to myself.
    It was a typical boy’s room: clothes strewn about everywhere, candy wrappers on his bed, and some dirty magazine tucked away under his mattress—yes, I checked. I hadn’t been in his room for ages, and while I was there I could just as well search for clues about what had caused this foul mood of his.
    Finding nothing of importance, I booted up his computer, and was just about to click the browser link, when a file folder on his desktop caught my eye. The file was called Leihla. I frowned. What was a folder with my name on it doing on Ben’s computer?
    Intrigued, I opened it. It was filled with pictures. Indiscriminately, I clicked on one. Fully expecting to see a picture of me grinning at the camera, I was surprised to find that it indeed was me, but naked. I gulped in shock as my eyes widened. First of all, I was pretty sure I’d never posed naked to anyone at any time. Second, that was not my body. The girl in the picture, though she had my face, had different breasts. Mine are small with large, puffy nipples. The girl in the picture had pear-shaped boobs with tiny nipples. Someone had pasted my head on the naked body of some other girl.
    Clicking back to the folder, I saw that there were literally dozens of