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  Natural Hormone Therapy 4

  By

  Anya Merchant

  Copyright © 2016 by Anya Merchant

  All rights reserved

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  This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, places and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or persons is entirely coincidental. This work is intended for adults only. It contains substantial sexually explicit language and scenes that may be considered offensive by some readers. None of the characters engaging in sexual conduct in this work of fiction are under the age of 18, legally unable to give consent, or related by blood.

  Contents

  Natural Hormone Therapy 4

  CHAPTER 1

  CHAPTER 2

  CHAPTER 3

  CHAPTER 4

  CHAPTER 5

  CHAPTER 6

  CHAPTER 7

  CHAPTER 8

  CHAPTER 9

  CHAPTER 10

  CHAPTER 11

  CHAPTER 12

  CHAPTER 13

  CHAPTER 1

  “Sorry, that one was my fault.”

  Ben Murdock leaned over to the spot on the bed where he’d left his script and flipped backward a few pages. Running one finger down the margin, he found the line that he’d just messed up and quietly whispered it aloud.

  “Don’t worry so much about the exact words,” said Alina. She was standing on the other side of her bedroom, half seated on the mostly clear surface of her desk.

  Alina’s chestnut brown hair ran loose across her shoulders. She wore a plaid skirt and a white t-shirt, with a thin black sweater over it that she left open.

  “How can I not worry about the exact words?” asked Ben. “It’s what Luciana wants.”

  Alina smiled at him and slipped off the desk, walking across the carpet on bare feet. She took Ben’s script from him, pretended to look at it intently for a moment, and then tossed it across the room.

  “Hey!” said Ben. “Quit fooling around. We have to stay on task.”

  “Luciana doesn’t care about the lines,” said Alina. “It just so happens that bad acting and not knowing ones lines tends to go hand in hand.”

  Ben rolled his eyes.

  “If you say so,” he said.

  “I do say so! Now let's try the scene again, without worrying about the exact words.”

  She stood up and took a few steps back, turning to face away from Ben. When she turned around, she was Juliet.

  “You came here for me, then?” she asked, her voice soft and slightly seductive. Ben nodded.

  “I did,” he said. “I came here because I couldn’t stop thinking about you.”

  Alina took a step forward.

  “And what would you do, now that you’re here?” she asked.

  Ben tried not to frown. His next line was the one he’d forgotten the last time through, and he still couldn’t think of it for the life of him.

  “I would hold you…” he said, trying to remember. “I would hold you close to me.”

  Alina took another step forward. Ben set his hands on her waist and pulled her against him. He met her eyes for a moment and saw the way her gaze was flicking down to his lips.

  Usually, Ben tried to avoid practicing these types of scenes with Alina outside of rehearsal. She was his stepsister, which added a complicated twist to the already formidable challenge of playing Romeo. She was Alina, the older sister that had teased and supported him in equal proportions all throughout his childhood.

  He leaned in and kissed her. Alina’s body moved forward against his, her large breasts pushing into his chest. Ben kissed her again, and again, feeling his resolve melt away as he tasted her sweet mouth.

  His hands began to roam, down her back, across her butt. Alina lifted one of her legs, allowing for the dry contact between them to become as heated and intense as possible. They were next to Alina’s bed, and then they were on Alina’s bed, kissing each other passionately, and…

  “This is weird.” Ben pulled back suddenly, shaking his head and smiling uncomfortably.

  “A little,” said Alina. She sighed and sat up, crossing her arms over her breasts.

  “I don’t understand how Luciana could have thought that this was a good idea.”

  “She didn’t really have any other choice,” said Alina. “And we’ll figure out how to make it work.”

  She reached over and put her hand on top of Ben’s. He turned his around underneath hers and gave it a squeeze.

  “I didn’t think it was that weird,” said Alina. “I mean, it was also kind of…”

  She trailed off, letting her eyes meet his. Ben was suddenly acutely aware of the heave of Alina’s chest, and the way her hazel colored eyes seemed to be calling out, almost challenging him.

  “It is weird,” he repeated.

  “Let’s try the scene…” Alina slid closer to him on the bed. “One more time. From the kiss, without the lines before it.”

  Ben nodded. He looked away from his sister for a second and then turned back, doing his best to channel Romeo’s intensity and passion. He reached his hand up and cupped Alina’s cheek, slowly leaning in and letting his lips press against hers.

  He felt a hot wave pass over his body, slowly taking him over. He kissed her again, and felt his emotions rage in confusion his sister pushed herself against him a second time. He felt his cock hardening, pushing toward her, intensifying his inner conflict.

  Alina shifted on the bed, moving herself so that she was straddling him. Ben made no move to stop her, the intensity of the moment pushing aside logical concerns. He ran his hands up her waist, stopping at the bottom edge of her bosom.

  Alina kissed him again, more deeply. Ben’s hands palmed her breasts. The two of them were moving together, grinding against one another, as though they could rub away their clothing through the friction alone, and get what they wanted without having to admit how badly the wanted it.

  Ben felt his sister’s hand running across his stomach. He buried his face in her breasts, his fingers desperately toying at her bra clasp. Alina massaged his cock through his pants. The room felt hot. It was hard for him to focus, to think, to do anything beyond give in to his hormones, and the temptation.

  The door swung open. Ben and Alina continued kissing for a second, the momentum of their illicit intimacy too great to be interrupted suddenly. Alexa Murdock held one hand up to her mouth in surprise as she stepped into the room.

  CHAPTER 2

  Alexa, Ben’s stepmom and Alina’s adopted mother, was an attractive woman. Her dark blonde hair was a little longer than shoulder length, and she’d gotten a set of bouncy, almost girlish bangs the last time she’d gone to the salon.

  She wore a blue summer dress and sandals. The dress showed off the attractive curves of her body, breasts, butt, and waist, all in perfect proportion with each other. Ben glanced at her cleavage as the silence over the room dragged on, admiring it for a moment before catching himself and feeling guilty.

  “What in the name of god is going on here?” asked Alexa.

  Ben opened his mouth to answer, but Alina beat him to it.

  “We’re practicing our lines,” she said. “For the play.”

  She didn’t sound convincing, not to Ben and clearly not to their mother. Alexa took a step toward the bed, her hands set on her hips, frowning.

  “That’s not what it looked like,” said Alexa.

  “Mom, it’s the truth,” said Ben. “We were reading the lines, and, well, the play has a few scenes in it that are…”

  He trailed off. All of his potential adjective c
hoices felt salacious, and the last thing he wanted to do was draw his mom’s attention back to how hot and heated things had been when she walked in.

  “You two were kissing each other!” said Alexa, her voice raising in volume. “And your hands were…”

  She frowned, her cheeks reddening slightly.

  “It’s not like that, mom,” said Alina. “Look, it’s part of what it means to be an actor. We were both just really in the moment.”

  Alina reached over and put her hand on Ben’s thigh. It was the wrong thing to do.

  “That’s the most ridiculous thing I’ve ever heard,” said Alexa, shaking her head. “Absolutely not. The two of you are forbidden from rehearsing together, if this is what you’re going to be doing.”

  “Mom!” shouted Alina. “You can’t just-“

  “I can, and I have,” said Alexa. “Ben is a teenager, and you’re still in college, yourself. Your hormones are…”

  She trailed off, frowning and blushing slightly.

  “We can tone back a few of the scenes, if that’s what you want,” said Ben. “But mom, I have the part of Romeo. She has the part of Juliet. A certain amount of kissing is going to be, well, unavoidable.”

  “The two of you are family,” said Alexa. “You can’t just go and do something like this, regardless of why or what it’s for! It’s shameful!”

  Ben frowned. His mom seemed unreasonably angry, and he was pretty sure that he knew why.

  “I’m not ashamed!” shouted Alina. She took Ben by the back of his head and pulled him in close, giving him a kiss that was deeper, and more overtly sexual, then any of the one’s they’d enjoyed during their practice.

  “Young lady!” shouted Alexa. “You stop that this instant!”

  Alina pulled back and stomped to her feet in a humph.

  “You aren’t the moral crusader that you think you are, mom,” said Alina. “We’re doing this play, regardless of what you think! You can’t stop us!”

  “I’m your mother!” Alexa turned to grab Alina by the arm, but she pulled out of reach, slamming the door open as she disappeared into the hall. Ben heard her footsteps echoing down the stairs, followed by the sound of the front door opening.

  “Did she put you up to this, Ben?” asked Alexa. Ben opened his mouth in surprise and then felt a little offended.

  “She’s not a criminal mastermind, mom,” he said, dryly. “We both were rehearsing together. I was kissing her more than she was kissing me.”

  Kissing her, touching her, and rubbing against her, Ben thought. He felt his lower half respond to the fresh memory of the intimate rehearsal. And though it did make him feel a little ashamed, there was a reason behind it, a purpose.

  Alexa sighed and ran her hand through her hair. She leaned against the wall of Alina’s room, still not smiling.

  “It’s not okay, Ben,” she said. “You have to know that. It’s going to lead to serious trouble in the future if the two of you start to, well, you know. Cross the line.”

  Ben nodded slowly. Disagreeing with his mom at this point would only work her up again.

  “It would be a lot easier for me to keep myself in line if we were still doing my therapy.”

  Alexa flinched. Ben’s intimacy therapy had been on hold for the past few days. He hadn’t asked why, and she hadn’t given him any reason. Ever since the night where Alina had almost caught them in the middle of it, she’d been on guard, avoiding any mention of it, regardless of whether or not Ben’s sister was around.

  “Ben…” Alexa frowned and walked over to him, sitting down on the bed. “I think you’ve reached the point where you’re ready to stand on your own feet again.”

  “Mom…” Ben shook his head. He wanted to say more, do more, to disagree with her, but he couldn’t.

  He had made amazing strides over the past two weeks. He was almost like a different person, and the memory of the teenager weighed down by college rejection letter baggage and addicted to video games felt like it belonged to someone else.

  “You’ll be okay, Ben,” said Alexa. “I’m still here to help you stay on the right path. But the intimacy therapy… It was more of an emergency measure.”

  She smiled at him and put her hand on his knee. Ben felt his eyes flick to her lips, and then to her modest cleavage. She was hot. His mom was hot.

  “But Dr. Kim said that-“

  “Dr. Kim hasn’t reevaluated you recently,” said Alexa. “She’ll see that you’ve gotten better.”

  Ben couldn’t think of any other objection to bring up. He felt as though he was losing something huge in his life, but then again, it had never really been there to begin with. The therapy had been, as his mom had said, an emergency measure.

  “Fine…” Ben let out a frustrated sigh and stood up.

  “Don’t be that way,” said his mom. “It’s not like I’m going anywhere, honey. We’ll just be back to the way things were.”

  She smiled warmly at him, standing up and opening her arms. Ben met her embrace, feeling his mom’s soft body as he pulled her against him. He was hard in an instant, and felt a wave of shame cascade over him as his erection prodded into his mom’s stomach.

  “Mom,” said Ben. “Uh… what’s for dinner?”

  He leaned his head down and nuzzled it into his mom’s neck, while simultaneously pulling her a little tighter, grinding into her. He felt her gasp slightly, but she didn’t pull back.

  “I’m having my book club over tonight,” she said.

  “Your book club,” said Ben. “They’re coming tonight?”

  He moved his hips more generously, and one of his hands slowly wandered down to the small of his mother’s back. She made no move to stop him, and one of her hands gently caressed the back of his neck.

  “Oh, yes,” whispered Alexa. “I told you, remember?”

  Ben kissed his mom’s shoulder, feeling a shiver run through her as his lips made contact. One of his hands ran across her thigh, pulling her dress up ever so slightly.

  “When did you tell me?” asked Ben. He pushed forward against her, feeling his mom exhale sharply as his blatant erection poked her.

  “Ooh…” said Alexa. “I, I told you yesterday.”

  “Yesterday?” Ben kissed his mom’s neck. He reached down to the front of her dress and cupped one of her breasts.

  “Yes!” said Alexa. She nuzzled against him, losing herself for a split second, and then pulled back sharply. She composed herself in an instant, folding her arms modestly across her chest and smiling at Ben as though nothing had happened. “They’ll be here for a party afterward, too.”

  “Oh,” said Ben.

  “You and your sister are welcome to join us,” said Alexa. “I’m not sure if you’ll find a bunch of moms talking about books and drinking wine to be up your alley, though.”

  Ben shrugged and started to walk out of the room.

  “I might hang out for a bit,” he said.

  Alexa smiled at him and smoothed out her dress.

  CHAPTER 3

  “Do you mind running to the store and picking up some snacks?”

  Alexa walked into the living room, holding a bottle of wine in one hand and a platter of cheese and finger sized vegetables in the other. Ben looked up from the TV and frowned at her.

  “Those look like snacks,” he said. “Why do you need more?”

  “A couple of the girls are bringing some of their friends,” said Alexa. “I’m probably going to have to stop at the wine shop and pick up some more refreshments, too.”

  Ben rolled his eyes. He was still frustrated from earlier, and it was hard to keep from directing it at his mom.

  “No,” he said. “Ask Alina. Or do it yourself.”

  “Please, honey…” Alexa walked over so that she was behind him on the couch and rested her hands on his shoulders. It was a small gesture, but somehow, still managed to get Ben shamefully excited. He looked up at her, admiring the way her tight, summer dress clung to her body.

  “What d
o I get out of it?” he asked.

  “I’ll let you have a glass of wine,” she said. “Assuming you’re more civil during the party than you are now.”

  Ben sighed and stood to his feet.

  “Fine,” he said. “What am I picking up?”

  “Chips, dip, more carrots,” she said, holding a finger to her lips. “Also, maybe some artisan salami?”

  “You’re giving me money to cover this, right?”

  “Of course.”

  Alexa fished a few bills out of her purse and Ben was on his way. It was midafternoon, and despite the overcast sky, it was still pretty warm out.

  He made good time, passing by the park as he went. A family was sitting down by one of the picnic tables, all smiles and good natured banter. The son was about the same age as Ben, and he had an oddly self-aware moment as he looked at him.

  The park was in between him and the nearest grocery store, so Ben cut through it rather than taking the long way around. A small, well-worn dirt path led through the swath of trees that divided that section of town in half, and Ben started down it.

  He’d made it a few hundred feet inside when somebody called his name. Ben hesitated, furrowing his brow as he turned around. It sounded like a girl’s voice, and a familiar one, at that.

  “Ben! I was thinking that it was you!”

  Mika’s Eastern European accent was unmistakable. She was tall for a girl, with a thin, petite frame. Her face was framed by her short blonde hair, which looked glossy and golden in the sunlight.

  Mika had on a teasingly short summer skirt, along with a white sleeveless blouse. She smiled warmly at Ben, creating a vast contrast between herself and the man following behind her.

  “Oh,” said Ben. “Hey, Mika. What’s up?”

  Mika had been in the running for the part of Juliette, up until an incident a few days earlier had ruled her out for the part. Things had gotten physical between her and another actress, and Ben, as Romeo, had unfortunately been in the middle of it.

  “I’ve been calling your name for minutes now,” she said. “Do your ears not work?”