by D STEP
A Taboo Romance Story
FORBIDDEN SEX
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EXCERPT from - A SPLASH FOR STEPBROTHER
She made her way over to the pool and went in. Once she was inside, she undid the strings of her bikini and put the top and bottom on the edge of the pool. She held her breath, dived underwater and emerged a few moments later.
She sat on the shallow end of the pool and ran her hands over her breasts. She then ran her hands over her tummy and then between her legs. The cool warm water splashed against her skin. It felt great. She spread her legs underwater. The sudden inflow of the water between her thighs was even better. She wished that there was a fat hard one in her hole—like Fred’s.
She dived underwater. A few moments later she emerged again.
Splash! A very loud splash. Camille jumped in shock. “Aaaaah!”
Something had landed in the water beside her. She turned around just in time to see Todd’s golden hair emerge. She felt her tongue ring loosen and slip from her mouth. She panicked and looked down only to see it floating to the bottom of the pool. She dived behind it. Once she grabbed her favorite ring she shot up above the surface.
“Todd you scared me,” she cried.
“Wow.” Todd’s face was shocked.
Camille was annoyed. “It’s not funny.”
Todd glared at her. “No, it’s not that. Where’s your top?”
Camille looked down. “Oh shoot.” She put her arms around her chest to hide it.
“Are you naked?” Todd shouted. He shut his eyes tight. Camille stood in her spot. Todd was facing her and she could see nothing but his bare chest. His large pink nipples poked out. She’d never really seen them up close. This close. Samantha was right. He did have a hot body. He was hot all the way down. Todd had it all together. She remembered the day that she saw his you know what through his wet pants. As she covered her breasts, she had a sudden wish that she would get to see it again.
“Open your eyes,” she commanded. “It’s not like you would take me anyways.”
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All characters in this book have no existence outside the imagination of the author and have no relation whatsoever to anyone bearing the same name or names. They are not even distantly inspired by any individual known or unknown to the author, and all incidents are pure inventions of fiction.
Table of Content
CHAPTER 1
CHAPTER 2
CHAPTER 3
CHAPTER 4
CHAPTER 5
CHAPTER 6
CHAPTER 1
Camille walked out the door and onto the patio. The flagstone beneath her feet was hot from the sun overhead. It was only 3 p.m.; she was early for her usual swim. Todd was doing his laps around the pool. He’d perfected his backstroke and was eager to show it off at any chance that he got.
Camille rubbed some lotion over her skin as she waited for him to finish his laps.
“Aren’t you coming in?” he asked, finally slowing down.
“I was waiting for you to finish.”
“The pool is big enough for the both of us.”
“I know,” she sneered.
Todd’s wet golden hair glistened under the sun. He grinned. He could be so annoying at times.
Camille dropped her towel from around her waist and prepared to jump in. She dived into the chlorinated water and landed a few feet away from Todd, then swam around him.
She turned over and floated in the pool so that the sun could touch her face. The water was warm; it weighed her ginger hair down. She closed her eyes and imagined that she was somewhere else for a moment—somewhere quiet like the beach. When she opened them again Todd was moving up to her.
Todd’s mother, Georgina, had married Camille’s father last year. At first Camille hated that her father had found another woman. They usually came for what little money their family had. They were all childless, rude and had no idea how to relate to a teenage girl. Frank was too kindhearted to realize whenever people were taking advantage of him but Georgina turned out to be quite a catch.
And then Georgina had Todd, her son. Todd was the oddest eighteen year old boy that Camille had ever met. Camille was only seventeen then; her eighteenth birthday was four weeks ago. Todd was athletic and popular but he was also shy, especially around girls.
“Where’s Julie?”
“I don’t know,” Todd answered.
Camille stood up in the pool. “How come?”
“I just don’t know where she is.”
“Come on Todd. You guys have been hanging out all summer and now you don’t know where she is? What happened to her?”
“It didn’t work out.”
Camille tried to keep her face neutral. It was her turn to sneer.
“Yes, I know. You told me that it wouldn’t. Go gloat somewhere else,” Todd said.
Camille’s cheeks turned pink. The last thing that she wanted to do was gloat. She hated seeing Todd date girl after girl only to have them disappear on him weeks after. They usually left without a reason too. Todd began dating Julie at the end of spring. She was in business management freshmen just at UCU just like Camille was. Todd was in second year business management and mentored her, when he wasn’t mentoring his step-sister first.
Camille did not dislike Julie but the girl was shallow. She wasn’t the kind of girl that she imagined was great for Todd anyway. She was happy that it didn’t work out.
“I’m not gloating,” she replied. She stuck her chin out.
Todd didn’t say anything. Camille ignored him and back flipped into the water, then made another lap around the pool.
Todd was resilient. He would be over Julie within a week if he wasn’t already. He remained in the same spot for a while and just floated there. Camille did a few strokes and then floated at the opposite end of the pool away from him.
She considered getting out so that she could apply some more sunscreen to her skin. Her dip in the pool yesterday had already given her a nice glowing complexion. Something touched her toe. She flinched and opened her eyes. It was only a leaf that had blown from some tree far away. She could see that Todd was still floating. She just wanted to practice. She did a few more laps and then focused on her strokes.
“Camille!”
Camille waltzed around. Her friend Samantha was on the patio waving at her. Todd was lounging on a patio chair now. Camille waved back at Samantha. She’d made at least fifteen laps around the pool.
“How long have you been there?”
“I just got here,” Samantha answered.
Camille moved onto her feet. Once she was standing straight she tilted her head to the side so that the water in her ear would come out. She climbed up out of the pool and walked towards her best friend. Water dripped from her body and her wet hair clung to her back. “What’s up?”
Samantha was wearing a halter top with shorts that she had borrowed from Camille months ago but never returned. Samantha shrugged. “Nothing, I just decided to swing by.”
“I asked you to come over since this morning.”
“I know, I know. I kind of slept in late anyway.”
Camille picked h
CHAPTER 2
She opened her bedroom door and both girls went in. She closed the door behind her. She dropped her towel to the floor and walked over to her window in her bikini. Her bedroom was right above the pool. It seemed like Todd had left the pool also. He was probably going to the mall with his friends.
“What’s Todd doing today?”
She turned to Samantha. “I don’t know.”
“He’s probably going to the mall.”
“Yeah, maybe.”
“You know, you’re lucky. You have the hottest step-brother around.”
Camille snickered.
“Who else do you know that has a hot step-brother?” Samantha replied.
“Todd is not that hot.”
“Of course you’ll say that. He’s your step-brother. Look, is he still dating that Julie girl?”
“They broke up.”
“Great. Now is the perfect time to make my move on the most eligible bachelor at UCU.”
Camille smiled. At least one of them still had a sense of humor. “Get out,” she joked.
“Okay…okay. But you’d rather it be your best friend than some random girl right?”
Camille nodded. “Right.”
She stripped out of her wet bikini, wrapped her towel around herself again and opened the door. She made her way to the bathroom and left Julie waiting on her bed. Camille examined herself in the bathroom mirror firstly. Her eyes were sleepy; she’d spent her summer break staying up late and watching TV. So much for promises of a daily eight hour rest.
She could hear Todd’s door open and close in the distance which must mean that he had come upstairs. She turned the tap quickly and stood under the cool water, letting it run over her skin.
Camille opened her eyes and rolled over. She wondered what time it was. She looked over at her alarm clock. It was 2 p.m. She jumped out of bed went to the bathroom and then headed to the kitchen. She poured some cereal into a bowl and then went to get some milk. No one had bothered to see if she was awake as yet. She was mildly annoyed by that.
She returned to her bed upstairs and decided that she could stream a movie online. She wrapped up with her laptop in front of her. She searched and searched for something worth watching, then decided that she could re-watch the old seasons of Rone Coast since the new one hadn’t started as yet. Rone Coast was Camille and Samantha’s favorite show. It starred the super sexy, Tyler Lively and former teenage actress, Dionne Garnes. There was nothing she loved more than a show featuring a hopeless female romantic and a bad boy—as clichéd as they were. It could be because they reminded her of her relationship with Fred.
If she and Fred weren’t mad at each other, Camille would have been doing something else besides watching old episodes of the Rone Coast by herself. This was the third day that she’d gone without talking to him. Camille hoped that he would reach out to her first, just like he did each time after a big argument. She would forgive him for ditching her on Tuesday, but it wasn’t going to get rid of the nagging voice that told her that he was with some other girl.
Camille looked out for her friends in relationships but when it came to her own affairs she was private about her troubles. She was going to deal with Fred on her own. No one had to know about her suspicions of him yet, especially Samantha. Samantha would blow it way out of proportion. Or maybe, she told herself, she was too embarrassed to admit the truth. Maybe she was just as bad a judge of character as her father was.
There was a splash beneath Camille’s window. She got up and ran to the window. Todd had landed in the pool and was swimming furiously. He made at least three laps and then stood to the side of the pool. From her window she could see his upper torso glisten.
Todd had the perfect body. Camille remembered him wearing a pair of red swim shorts to the pool once. They became wet and soggy and he stood over her talking to her. She could see his cock print as water dripped from his shorts. She pretended not to notice, yet she couldn’t take her eyes off it. She imagined having a big cock like that in her life.
Todd looked up into the sky and Camille dodged behind her curtains and crept back to her bed. Rone Coast was still playing, but her mind was distracted now. She missed Fred. She wanted to see him. She lay on her bed and had day dreams of him lying next to her. If he was here now, they could make love to each other. It was the perfect afternoon for that.
She slid her hands into her shorts and glazed her fingers over her pussy. Right away it throbbed. Excitement rushed through her. She wanted to be pleasured and she’ll just have to do it herself.
She parted her folds and slipped a finger into her hole. She made a soft moan. She needed a cock as big as Todd’s to penetrate her tight hole. She would gush all over it, no doubt. She would worship it. That wasn’t the way to be thinking about your step-brother’s cock. It was just his cock, she reminded herself.
She pulled the finger out and massaged her folds some more. Her finger was already wet from her own juices. She rubbed harder with a steady motion. She parted her legs and focused on her knob.
She leaned over and reached into her drawer. She shoved her fingers into the bottom, beneath all of her clothes and in her hand emerged a large pink dildo. She had used it more than she liked to admit.
She spread her legs once more and slid the dildo slowly into her pussy. The rubber-like material that it was made of felt so realistic. She lay back on her bed and enjoyed it for a moment, pretending that a real-life cock had just entered her.
She was about to start thrusting it in and out of her hole when there was a knock on the door. Her bedroom door pushed open. “Hey babe, are you in here?”
Camille jumped and flung the dildo across the bed. Fred pushed his face through the opening.
“What are you doing here?” She was shaky.
Fred seemed confused. “I-I came to see you.” He opened the door and stepped in.
“Oh,” she murmured.
“I’m so sorry for everything,” he said, stepping in and closing the door behind them.
She looked at Fred—dark hair and a handsome face. It was hard to stay mad at him for long. She loathed the way that she missed him each time they spent time apart.
“It’s okay.”
“Is everything okay?”
She nodded. Fred was looking at her hand which she’d used to instinctively cover her shorts.
“Did I interrupt something?”
“Sort of.” Camille blushed. She saw the realization as it slowly appeared on Fred’s face.
CHAPTER 3
His concerned expression turned into a smug one. “So, you did miss me.”
She bit her lip. “Maybe.”
Fred plopped onto her bed. “I thought you’d say that. I missed you too.” He pushed her hands away from her shorts. He then grabbed her thighs and squeezed them gently.
Camille was happy that he was here now. He put his hand over her slit and rubbed it just as she had been doing earlier.
“You’re so wet,” he whispered.
Camille parted her legs. “I really missed you,” she said.
Fred’s fingers glided over her slit. She bit on her lower lip some more. She could feel her nipples grow harder and rub against the fabric of her t-shirt. They ached. Fred pulled her shorts down to her knees and without another word his face disappeared between her thighs.
His lips touched her slit and his wet tongue brushed against it. She moaned. Fred gripped her thighs and worked his tongue all over her pussy. He flicked her knob with his dripping tongue. Camille grabbed his hair in her hand and tugged the strands gently. He continued to slosh his tongue all over her.
Camille rocked her body backwards. She felt as if she was about to cum on Fred’s tongue as he pleased her. She grabbed her nipples and squeezed them through her shirt. He was so good with his tongue.
Fred traced his tongue upwards, to her tummy and then the skin between her breasts. He sucked and nibbled on each nipple in turn. She put her hands around his neck, he moved his lips up to hers and then they kissed. It was the sweetest, most innocent kiss.
Fred pushed his zipper downward and pulled out his cock. Camille grabbed it and pushed it between her folds. He moaned. She was always turned on by his deep moans. He sank his cock deeper and deeper into her hole. It wasn’t as large as the ones that she always imagined when she played with herself but she loved making love to Fred. Fred thrust into her, but not hard enough to make moans erupt for her mouth as yet. She was just getting started with him.
She tightened her hands around his neck. He sank his hands into the sides of the bed for support and thrust harder into her.
“Oh, Melissa,” he murmured.
Camille could feel the world stop. Her fingers slipped from around Fred’s neck in such slow motion that he hadn’t even noticed until she put her hand on his chest and pushed him up.
“What’s wrong?” he asked.
Her eyes stung. There would be tears in a few seconds. “What did you just call me?”
“I-uh.” Fred’s eyes widened. He looked around the room. He knew that he’d been caught and Camille saw it.
She pushed him away. “Can you leave?” She asked softly.
“Look, babe…I know how this looks.” Fred tried to grab her arm. She pulled away.
“Leave,” she said much softer. She couldn’t scream and shout. All of her energy seemed to disappear at once. Fred’s cheeks burned. He looked like he wanted to say something else but he didn’t know what to say.
He got up and stood straight. He pulled the zipper of his pants up quickly and took one more glance at her. She looked down at the floor. She couldn’t look at him. She couldn’t let him see how hurt she was.
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