FORBIDDEN DESIRES

 Inga Olsson was nervous as she parked her new, leased SUV, got out, closed the door, then turned and looked at the four-story office building where, in one of the luxurious executive offices inside, someone new and very important in her life was waiting for her.

Heidi van Dyke, Inga’s stepsister of less than a month, was waiting so that she could introduce an international businessman who had enough clout to make the Earth tremble when he walked. Heidi had explained that he had the power to influence the most important decisions made by governments. He could topple a small, third-world country with effortless ease. All it would take is a phone call or two and there would be a new regime in power. It was the kind of power Inga could only imagine.

Heidi was going to introduce Inga to that man, and she had made it clear that she wanted Inga to be “impressive.” She also said to “dress pretty but look professional,” and to “do your make-up perfectly. Especially your eyes. You have such lovely blue eyes. I know he’ll like looking into them. I certainly do.”

About the last person on the planet that Inga wanted to disappoint was her stepsister. Heidi van Dyke was a woman of significant clout in the business world. She could, as everyone in that community knew, make things happen. More to the point, Heidi was not a woman to be crossed. Most people who challenged her, or even simply displeased her, ended up suffering for their mistake. Sometimes suffering grievously.

Thinking about who she was going to meet, searching for self- confidence, Inga thought, He’s just a man. No, he’s not. He’s got more power and influence in this world than any man you’ve ever met—and Heidi wants you to impress him.

As she approached the office building, walking in her five-inch stilettos that Heidi had bought her, she felt a shiver go up her spine. She was as nervous as she could ever remember being.

Inga walked through the glass front doors. The entryway to the office was wide and airy. A receptionist sat behind a very large desk. She looked to be in her middle fifties, and appeared as professional and efficient as any employer could wish for.

Inga walked up to the receptionist and said, “I’m here to see Ms. Heidi van Dyke, please.”

The receptionist gave Inga a welcoming smile and said, “You’ve got to be Inga, her sister. She’ll be happy you’re here.” She gave Inga another small smile. “I’ve heard so much about you.”

Inga took a quick glance at her wristwatch. It was an inexpensive digital one that was gold in color but most certainly not gold-plated. She’d purchased years earlier. The time was exactly three o’clock. She was right on schedule, just as she’d promised she’d be.

Moments later the double-doors of the elevator leading to the upper floors opened with a whooshing sound. Heidi walked out into the reception area, looking chic in a black skirt-suit. The smile on her lovely face was high-voltage happiness.

Inga was a little surprised when Heidi gave her a warm hug and a sisterly kiss on the cheek. When they were both barefooted, Heidi was fully seven inches taller, and Inga was distinctly aware of full breasts pressing against her. With both of them in heels, there was still a seven inch difference.

“He’s on the top floor,” Heidi said. To the receptionist she added, “He said to hold all calls for the rest of the day, unless he tells you otherwise.”

“Yes, Ms. Van Dyke,” the receptionist replied.

When they were in the elevator together and had begun to ascend to the building’s executive level, Heidi stepped so close enough to Inga that her nipples lightly touched her.

“You look absolutely edible,” Heidi said in a breathy, passionate whisper. “I’d kiss you, but I don’t want to mess up our lipstick before we see the big guy.”

As the elevator stopped, Heidi took a step away from Inga, then turned and faced the doors.

Two businessmen were waiting for the elevator. Inga saw that they were both handsome in a Nordic sort of way, with fine shoulders, square chins, and eyes the color of a glacier lake. They were also tall. It seemed to Inga that every man in Buffalo Junction was over six feet tall. Many of them several inches over six feet.

“Aaron Linde, William Michaelson,” Heidi said, “I’d like you to meet my sister, Inga. By the way, these men have the same position as me, though they run our Pacific division.”

Both men reacted to the introduction with open-mouthed shock. Their eyes got large and round as they looked down at Inga in an assessing manner. Then, after only a second or two, they both smiled broadly.

Heidi said, “I thought you guys were headed to Tokyo to wrap up that shipping deal.”

“We leave in about an hour,” Aaron said. “It’s going to be a long trip, but I think it’s going to be worth it.

“Good luck,” Heidi said. She patted both men on the shoulder in a collegial manner. “Got to go. We’ve got a meeting scheduled with the big guy. We’ll do more complete introductions when you get back from Japan.” She suddenly smiled broadly. “Hopefully you’ll have something to celebrate. When you come back, let’s all four of us have a cocktail together, okay?”

Both men nodded, clearly pleased with the idea of getting to know Inga better, and shocked that Heidi had a sister they knew nothing of until this very moment.

It was Inga’s turn to be shocked when Heidi put a slender arm around her shoulders, turned her away from the two men she’d just met, and marched her across the room to a polished mahogany door. On the door was a gold plaque indicating it was the office of Mr. Carlton Cartwright, who was both president and chief executive officer of Buffalo Junction Investment Strategies.

Heidi knocked on the door and a deep, very masculine voice called out to enter.

Inga felt her heart accelerate. I t seemed to her that she wasn’t walking into a man’s office, she was walking into a new and frightening world.

I’m so far out of my league, Inga thought as she stepped into the enormous office. I shouldn’t be here. I don’t belong here.

The entire far wall was glass from floor to ceiling. In front of that, facing the interior of the room, was a large, brightly polished mahogany desk. Behind that was a handsome man with black hair graying at the temples, a masculine set of shoulders, and a subtle smile on his mouth that made Inga instantly wonder what it would be like to kiss those lips.

Everything about him exuded class, wealth, sophistication, and even though he looked to be in his late forties or early fifties, he exuded a sexual energy that a teenage boy would envy.

The man was utterly and thoroughly intimidating, even from a distance. He was also sexually enticing in the extreme.

Heidi stepped up to the desk, with Inga trailing behind somewhat hesitantly. Inga was immediately aware that there were no chairs in the office for visitors to sit, and that the man behind the desk had no intention of standing.

It was clear to her what their stations in life were, and they were far from being equals.

“Mr. Cartwright, this is my sister, Inga,” Heidi said. “Inga, this is—”

Inga cut in, saying: “Actually, I’m her—”

“Inga!” Heidi said very sharply, and in her blue eyes was a sudden fire that blazed very brightly with anger. “Do not interrupt me when I’m speaking.” Her expression quickly softened as she turned her attention back to the man. “I’m sorry, sir. Sometimes even the most intelligent and talented and well-raised of young ladies makes a mistake, and speaks when they should listen.”

The man nodded his understanding. His gaze locked with Heidi’s. Inga half suspected he hardly was aware of her because she wasn’t one of the rich and powerful of the executives of the company.

Finally, he looked at Inga, first directly into the eyes in a manner that she found distinctly challenging. Then his gaze went slowly from her face down to her breasts, lingered there for a good ten seconds, then went downward all the way to her feet. The looked in his eyes was bold, judgmental, openly assessing. He was clearly a man who appraised people. He made no effort to hide the fact that he was making a value determination of whoever he was looking at.

Inga felt scrutinized, and she didn’t like it at all. She suspected the man didn’t care whether she didn’t like it.

She also felt like she was in the presence of a man who could inspire confidence in a girl, or fear—and what he inspired depended upon his mood at the time. He was a man who was in charge of every situation in life, no matter what it was. Inga could feel this fact in her bones.

“It’s good to meet you, Inga,” he said finally. The sound of his voice had the same effect on Inga as a caress to her inner thigh, midway between her knee and vagina. It wasn’t overtly intimate, but it was certainly edging in that direction.

“It’s good to meet you, Mr. Cartwright,” Inga replied, her voice just barely loud enough to carry across the brief space that separated her from the man who frightened and aroused her. The emotions in Inga were polar opposites, and yet they somehow had an identical effect on her libido. This awareness did absolutely nothing to calm her tumultuous emotions.

She tried to moisten her lips with the tip of her tongue, but her mouth was too dry for that. Inga wanted to look over at Heidi, seeking some support or guidance, but all she could do was look at the man’s manicured hands, which were folded together on his desk.

A man’s fingernails can’t be that perfect unless he has a manicure every week, she thought. I’ll bet the manicurist comes to his office. This is a man in control of every aspect of his life. People come to him. He stays where he is. He’s a king who doesn’t have to leave his throne.

Heidi cleared her throat softly, giving Inga an excuse to look at her.

“I think it’s time I explain a few things to my sister,” Heidi said as she reached out and took her hand, looking into her eyes. “You will notice that there are no chairs in this room. The reason for that is so that whoever comes in here will have to remain standing, while Mr. Cartwright sits—rather regally, I might add. It’s a power play, and trust me, he plays the power game better than anyone I’ve ever known.”

Heidi turned Inga so that they faced each other. Then Heidi eased her fingers through the blonde hair as Inga’s temple, fluffing her hair a bit before caressing her cheek lightly with the pads of her fingers.

“Isn’t she beautiful, Mr. Cartwright?” Heidi asked.

“Yes,” the man said, but now his voice sounded slightly strained. “She’s lovely. Very cute.” He looked at Heidi, and the right side of his mouth lifted in the suggestion of a smile. “Perhaps the two of you would like to sit down?”

A chill went through Inga. Did he expect her to sit on the floor?

She thought, He can’t be that cruel. I won’t let him humiliate me no matter how much influence he has.

The man pushed his chair backward from his desk.

Taking Inga’s hand, Heidi led her around the desk.

“We’re to sit here,” she said, patting the man’s thigh midway between his knee and crotch. It seemed to be a familiar gesture, and this surprised Inga. “This is the first time I’ve ever had to share his lap.” She smiled knowingly at Inga as she moved between the man’s knees. “But if you can’t share a man’s lap with your sibling, what’s the point in having a sister?” She laughed softly. “Or a man, for that matter.”

Heidi sat on his left thigh. After some hesitation from Inga—partly out of fear and partly out of a sense of duty—she sat on his right thigh.

He’s even more handsome up close, Inga thought.

She wished he wasn’t, but she couldn’t deny the truth of her observation. She folded her hands together in her lap at the same time that she felt the man’s palm touch the small of her back, his hand warming her blood even through her suitcoat and blouse.

Heidi put her hand on Inga’s shoulder. When Inga turned her attention away from the man, she discovered that Heidi now had two more buttons of her blouse unfastened. What had been a hint of cleavage was now full mounds of pale breasts that Inga had feasted on earlier.

“When you’re on Carlton’s lap, you’re on a first-name basis with him. When you’re standing in front of his desk, it’s Mr. Cartwright.” She smiled. “In this office, there’s a time to be formal, and a time to be informal.” Heidi pushed her fingers into Inga’s hair again, but this time she curled her hand around the back of her neck. “Sister, let’s show Carlton how close we really are.”

Heidi began leaning toward Inga.

“But—” Inga said, starting to protest even though she knew she mustn’t.

And then Heidi’s lips were against Inga’s, pressing firmly but not fiercely. The kiss lingered on for several seconds before Heidi eased her tongue out. At first Inga resisted. A man she had met only moments earlier was sitting right there, his face mere inches away from her own—and she was kissing a woman!

Inga was thinking how wanton, how utterly indiscreet she was being, when she ramped up the heat level by opening her lips and taking Heidi’s tongue deep into her mouth.

She heard Carlton groan, the sound coming from deep in his chest. The sound was masculine, and it sounded like Carlton was actually in great physical pain at what he was seeing.

He thinks Heidi and I are real sisters, Inga thought. Heidi is intentionally deceiving him. She’s got something going on in the shadows. I just can’t see what she’s up to.

* * * *

As Heidi explored the girl’s mouth with her tongue, she could feel her own nipples tightening, elongating, tingling. It had never been quite so exciting as it was right then to be kissing Inga—with Carlton there to watch everything that was being done for his personal voyeuristic pleasure.

He doesn’t have a doubt that Inga’s my sister, Heidi thought as she danced her tongue with the teenager’s. He’s so fucking amazed that I’m kissing my own sister like this!

Heidi ended the kiss. Still sitting on Carlton’s thigh, she leaned back and looked at him, smiling sheepishly.

“We’re closer than most sisters,” Heidi said, then fanned her face with both hands. “My, it’s suddenly gotten hot in here. Let’s take off our jackets so we’ll all be more comfortable.”

With a shake off her shoulders, Heidi got her jacket sliding off her shoulders and down her arms. When Inga didn’t move, Heidi gave her the briefest, but still very intense, threatening look. Inga immediately took off her jacket.

“You’ll have to get up so that you can take mine off,” Carlton said.

The women got off his lap. Carlton stood, a faint smile on his lips.

“Oh,” Heidi said, suddenly understanding what was expected of her. “Yes, of course.”

Together, she and Inga took Carlton’s jacket off. As she did this, Heidi ran the pads of her fingers down his chest. When she reached his nipple, she caressed it briefly through his shirt.

Taking all three jackets, Heidi said to Inga, “Be a love and do hang them up.”

She nodded to the doorless closet. There were perhaps a dozen or more thickly padded clothes hangers inside. Carlton resumed his position in the chair. Heidi sat on his thigh again, and together they watched the girl hang up their finely tailored jackets. When Inga had finished the task, she started walking toward the desk, but Heidi stopped her by putting up her hand.

“Don’t be in such a hurry, darling,” Heidi said. “I’ve told Carlton that you always wear matching bra and panties.” She felt him stiffen beneath her. She hadn’t said anything to him about her buying a whole new wardrobe for Inga. She’d never even said she had a “sister” until now. “Will you show us what pretty lingerie you’ve selected for this occasion.” Heidi could see the fear and uncertainty in the girl’s eyes. She knew she had to coax Inga gently, not force her, if she was going to get the outcome she was hoping for. “Please? You’re such a pretty girl.” Her voice dipped slightly, and there was a touch of iciness in it when she said, “You can hang your blouse and skirt up so that they won’t get wrinkled.”

This is the moment of truth, Heidi thought as she studied the doubts and indecision in Inga’s features. Please, please…do as I say. I’ll treat you like a goddess for the rest of your life if you just—

Heidi’s fears came to an abrupt end when Inga raised her hands, which were visibly shaking, to the top button that was fastened on her blouse. She unfastened the buttons down to the waistband of her skirt, then she untucked the tails and finished unbuttoning her blouse. Inga took the garment off, turned to the closet, hung up the blouse, then turned back to let Heidi and Carlton looked at her.

“She’s so beautiful,” Heidi said in a whisper. She put her arm around Carlton’s shoulders, then leaned to the side and kissed him on the temple. “Let’s see what she looks like in your office wearing only her bra and panties. And her shoes, of course. A properly undressed girl can’t walk around a gentleman’s office without shoes on.”

Slowly, and now with a gleam in her sea blue eyes, Inga turned until her back was to them. She reached around and caught the tab of the zipper at the small of her back. She pulled it down slowly, inch by inch. In the total silence of the office, Heidi could hear the zipper’s brass teeth separating as the garment opened. When Inga pushed the skirt down over the gentle curves of her hips, she revealed the pale cheeks of an ass worthy of poetry, and concealed only by a tiny pair of lacy white bikini panties.

Both Heidi and Carlton inhaled deeply then held the breaths for several seconds before slowly exhaling.

Inga hung her skirt up in the closet, then turned to face Heidi and Carlton. Seeing the girl dressed only in a lace-trimmed demi bra, matching panties, and stilettos, caused Heidi’s cunt to clench. She could feel her passionate juices moistening her sex. When she looked at Carlton out of the corner of her eyes, she saw that his lips were slightly parted as he breathed rather deeply through his mouth, and the gleam in his eyes was distinctly predatorial.

Inga turns him on as much as she does me, thought Heidi with a certain sense of triumph.

“You’re so lovely,” Heidi said quietly. “Now, please come back and sit with us so that we can discuss your future.”

When Inga once again sat on Carlton’s thigh, Heidi did not resist the urge to caress the girl’s hair, then kiss her full on the lips. The soft, feminine moan that came from her soul was as honest as any words she’d ever spoken.

The kiss finally ended, and when it did, Heidi leaned back. Her heart was racing with uncertainty and arousal, and she said to the teenager, “I think you kiss divinely, but let’s see what Carlton thinks. Please, won’t you give him a kiss?”