TABOO MEGA BUNDLE: Wet & Ready (40 Hot Short Stories, First Time, Menage and More!)

by Olivia R. Gasm

  Stephen leaned back in his chair, putting the fork back on his plate and burping loudly. “Well,” He said and turned towards my mother. “Dahlia, dear. Are you ready to go?”

  “Where are you going?” I asked curiously.

  “Grocery shopping,” My mom answered. “It’s best to go when you’re full, otherwise you end up buying all sorts of strange things.”

  My mom and Stephen pushed their chairs back and walked out into the hallway, leaving the table full of food and dirty dishes behind them. With a sigh, I stood up and started collecting the plates. Noah looked at me meanwhile, leaning comfortably back against his chair.

  “You know, you could help too.” I muttered.

  Noah put his hands behind his head and smiled up at me. “No thank you, I’m good.”

  With a scoff, I turned around and walked into the kitchen. I dumped the pile of plates and utensils in the sink with a deep sigh, pulling the dish gloves onto my hands. I turned the faucet and leaned against the counter while I waited for the sink to slowly fill up with hot water.

  A car door slammed outside as my mom and Stephen got into their car and drove away. We were alone again. Quiet steps walked up behind me, and a moment later I could feel Noah’s warm hands on my hips. He rested his chin against my shoulder and muzzled my neck, exhaling into my ear.

  “You seem mad.” He whispered.

  “I am mad.”

  “Okaay…” Noah took an uncertain step backwards. His eyes shrunk into small, thin slits. “Why?”

  Turning off the faucet, I grabbed the dish brush and started to angrily scrub a dirty plate. After a moment, I set it down on the counter and turned around.

  “Why are you still treating me like your little sister?” I asked finally.

  Noah looked confused.

  “I thought we were more than that.” I continued, feeling tears welling up behind my eyelids.

  “Of course we are.”

  Noah took a step forward and put his hands gently on my shoulders. It felt warm and pleasant, but I wasn’t yet ready for him to touch me, so I angrily pushed him off.

  “Then why do I feel like your dirty little secret?”

  “You saw how your mom reacted earlier… How do you think she would react if she knew that your secret boyfriend is actually me?”

  A single tear rolled down my cheek, blurring my vision. I wiped it away with the rubbery, turquoise glove on my hand.

  “Look,” Noah said. “We’ll figure something out, okay? A little family drama is nothing. Don’t let it get between us.”

  He wrapped his arms around me tightly and I put my ear against his chest again. The sound of his heart beating against my cheek always had a calming effect on me. I could have stood there all day, safely held in place by Noah’s strong arms.

  I pulled the gloves off my hands and dropped them on the floor behind him. My hands wandered down across his body, feeling his back and perky ass.

  “What are you doing?” He asked.

  “Weell…” I whispered. “We’re all alone after all…”

  He leaned down and put his mouth against my neck, exhaling hot breath against it. His fingers teased the strap of my black dress, tugging at it gently before he pulled it over my head. With a moan, I pressed myself against him, feeling my nipples harden against his chest through the fabric of his shirt and my top. My plan had worked—I’d managed to seduce Noah.

  Noah growled into my ear. “Mmm… I’ve been waiting for this.”

  “I can feel that.” I whispered back, moving my hand onto the base of his stiff cock.

  His hands reached down and grabbed my hips with excitement, pressing my body tightly against his. His cock rubbed against my stomach while he took the skin of my neck between his lips, sucking on it tightly. He bit down, causing me to let out a surprised, pained moan.

  I took his shirt and pulled it over his head, exposing his chiseled torso. I traced my fingertip along the outline of his chest muscles, feeling how hard they were. Noah moved his hand to the back of my head and took hold of a handful of my hair, pulling my head backwards.

  He planted his lips against mine and kissed me tenderly, sucking on my bottom lip and twirling his tongue around mine. I loved his fresh, minty taste inside my mouth. He must have eaten a breath mint after dinner, I thought to myself as I pulled away. He planned this.

  Kissing Noah was wrong, and every fiber of my being was telling me to stop. But I couldn’t. The more I tried to resist, the more I found myself being pushed towards him. I wanted to touch him all over—to run my fingers through his soft, blond locks, and to press my lips against his firm, sun–kissed skin.

  “We shouldn’t do this,” I moaned as I nibbled on his ear. “It isn’t right.”

  Noah’s hand slid down across my back and into my panties.

  “Are you saying that you’re forbidden fruit?” He whispered, squeezing my butt cheek firmly. “That just makes me want you more.”

  He pressed his midsection against me, letting me feel his throbbing hard erection against my body. My fingers fumbled with the zipper of his pants, but a moment later I was pulling them down over his hips. He stepped out of them and kicked them across the room, pushing me backwards against the kitchen island. His fingers were entwined in my hair and pulling it backwards, forcing my head up.

  “What if mom and dad come home?” I asked anxiously.

  We were fondling each other in the kitchen, both wearing nothing but our underwear, and hardly paying any attention to our surroundings.

  “Don’t worry, we’ll hear them.” Noah reassured me as he reached around my back, unhooking my bra with one hand.

  The black bra fell to the floor, revealing my perky breasts and stiff nipples. Noah leaned in and pushed my breasts together softly, placing his lips around my nipple. I arched my back and pressed my chest against his face, enjoying the feeling of his lips against my naked skin.

  He kissed my breast, ribcage and belly button; slowly making his way lower down across my torso. When he reached my hip, his fingers hooked around my panties and pulled them down over my buttocks. I gasped when his lips landed on my mound, and a second later on the tip of my slit, caressing my sensitive bud.

  Noah reached around my hips and lifted me up, setting my ass down on the marbled island counter. Looking deeply into my eyes, he pulled my panties off the rest of the way and threw them across the room. I didn’t see where they landed, and I didn’t care. I leaned back onto the counter, shivering from the feeling of Noah’s head between my thighs.

  His wide shoulders forced my knees apart, and I felt strangely vulnerable and exposed. My pussy was on plain view for anyone who walked past the big window behind Noah, and for some reason that was just turning me on even more. Is this how it feels to fuck in front of a camera?

  My pussy was dripping wet, soaking his skin as he ran his finger down my slit. I wrapped my legs around his hips, pressing him forward until I could feel his throbbing hard cock against my pussy.

  “I want you inside of me,” I moaned. “Take me, Noah, please.”

  My body was feeling hot all over, and my cheeks and chest had turned a shade pinker. Noah put one hand on my shoulder, pushing me down into the counter, while the other pulled down his underwear. He pressed his cock against me again, but this time I could feel the heat and distinctive pulsing beneath his skin.

  I was wet and swollen with arousal, and the excitement was sending shivers all the way to my toes. My legs were shaking against Noah’s body while his fingers separated my folds and he guided his cock towards my entrance. He pressed his lips together and swallowed once nervously, but then he finally looked down into my eyes and opened his mouth.

  “Should I go get a condom?” He asked.

  My mind fell on the package of condoms that had been in my coat pocket. Even if my mom had put it back—which I highly doubted that she had—she would definitely notice if there was one missing. Besides, doesn’t it feel a lot better without a layer of rubber b
etween? I thought to myself. And what are the chances of getting pregnant on the first try anyway?

  “Nah,” I said and shook my head. “Let’s do it without.”

  “Are you sure?”

  I bit my lip and ran my hand up and down his strong arm. “I want to feel you without anything between…” I said. “I want to feel every stroke of your warm, thick cock inside of me.”

  “Well then,” Noah winked at me. “If you’re sure.”

  “I am.” I nodded softly.

  Noah licked his lips and wrapped his fingers around his cock, pulling his foreskin back. I held my breath while I waited, anxiously rubbing my toes against his back. Suddenly, with a gentle thrust of his hips, his cock had penetrated my opening. A weird half–moan, half–scream escaped my throat.

  It wasn’t until this very moment that I realized just how big his cock was. It spread my pussy walls wide apart as he thrust forward again, entering further into me. His arms wrapped around my thighs and held me in place, and his hips started to move back and forth. With each gentle push, his cock pressed further into my virgin channel.

  “Oh Noah.” I moaned. I could hardly believe that I was losing my virginity in our parent’s kitchen.

  His grip tightened around my thighs and his speed picked up, as if my words were turning him on. His cock was thrusting all the way into me now, hitting my inner wall with force each time he entered me fully.

  “Kimberly…” He whispered back.

  The base of his cock was rubbing against my clitoris with each thrust, causing me to let out rhythmical moans of pleasure. I was coming closer to an orgasm with every second that passed, and so was he—judging from how much his cock was growing inside of me. My pussy was starting to tense up, gripping tightly around Noah’s cock.

  “Come inside of me,” I begged. “Fill me up!”

  Noah groaned and his fingernails dug into my thighs as he grabbed me harder. “I shouldn’t…” He moaned between heavy breaths. “But I should come in your ass.”

  “M–my ass?” I asked, my voice shaking. The thought sent a shiver throughout my body, all the way out to my fingertips.

  “Yes, yes,” Noah whispered. “I’d get to come inside of you without consequences. What do you say? I’ll be gentle, I promise.”

  “Okay,” I nodded eagerly.

  He let his cock slip out of my hole and ran his fingers up and down my slit, soaking them in my horny juices. I was nervous still, but if Noah promised to be gentle, it couldn’t hurt much, right? He moved his hand down to my butthole and rubbed his wet fingers against it, soaking it in my horny juices.

  “Are you ready?” He asked, pressing the head of his fat cock against my wet, tight hole.

  “Yes,” I nodded softly.

  Noah moved his finger back to my entrance, circling it softly. I could feel my body relax, sinking onto the kitchen counter. Then, all of the sudden, his finger slipped inside of me. I gasped loudly.

  “Noah…” I moaned. I wanted him to take his finger out, but at the same time I didn’t want him to stop. It felt so good. After circling my insides for a moment, he let his finger slip out again.

  “I need to fuck you before I burst,” Noah let out, breathing heavily. His hand was gripping my butt cheek tightly, and he was digging his fingernails into my soft skin.

  He placed his cock back at my entrance, spreading me apart with his hands.

  “Take a deep breath,” He whispered.

  I did so, filling my lungs completely with air. When I couldn’t inhale any more, he pushed forward. The head of his cock plopped inside of me, throbbing against my inner walls. It was spreading me wide open, impaling me.

  “Oh my God!” I groaned, squirming around on the table.

  Noah reached his hands onto my hips and held me firmly in place, then he thrust forward again. He buried his cock half–way inside of me, making me scream out loud and throw my head back. It was pleasurable, but agonizing at the same time. With one last thrust, Noah entered all the way inside of me and he started to thrust.

  With each movement of his hips, I could feel his foreskin moving back and forth over his swollen shaft. My asshole hugged tightly around his heavily throbbing cock. He barely got to thrust into me a handful of times before his cock started to grow again, swelling inside of me, forcing my inner walls further apart. I was so close now, my orgasm was just within my grasp.

  “Don’t stop,” I moaned, biting my lip.

  Noah slowed down, his hands gripping firmly around my skin. “I’ll try.” He whispered. “Do you want me to come inside of you?”

  His cock was pulsating heavily inside of me, and his legs had begun to vibrate. I wrapped my legs tighter around his hips and pressed him against me. He was fucking me fast and hard now, and I finally went over the edge.

  “Yes!” I almost screamed. My words aroused him, and he suddenly picked the pace up again. “Yes! Fill me with your cum!”

  My legs went numb, and for a moment all I could feel was Noah’s cock ramming into my ass with force. I let out faint, rhythmic moans of enjoyment, which grew in intensity as I came closer and closer to the tip of my climax. Pleasure was washing over me like waves against a cliff edge on in the ocean, making my body shiver and convulse.

  With a groan, Noah closed his eyes. His cock erupted inside of me, shooting a massive load of warm, fertile semen deep into my channel. It coated my walls in a thick layer, filling me up completely. I squirmed around on the table, enjoying the feeling of being stuffed to the brim. Noah lay down on top of me, both of us panting as we recovered from our orgasms.

  His cock slipped out of me and drops of cum started to drip on the floor and down my legs. I put my hand between my legs to catch them and slid off the table, preparing to go to the bathroom to clean up. Then, I heard something that sounded like a car door closing. I looked up at Noah, who was staring at me with wild eyes.

  “Did you hear that?” He asked uncertainly.

  “Mom and dad!” I whispered loudly.

  “Hide!”

  I grabbed my dress and bra from the floor and quickly ran into the laundry room, trying not to spill any of Noah’s semen on the floor as I ran. It was harder than I thought, and a few droplets slipped between my fingers and landed on the floor. Noah shot across the room like a bullet, having both his boxers and jeans on before he even entered the dining room.

  Throwing myself into the laundry room, I grabbed the nearest towel and quickly cleaned my hand and pussy. Then, I buried the towel deep inside a bin of dirty laundry, beneath a large bed sheet and some kitchen towels. When I went to put my clothes on, I remembered that my panties were still in the kitchen somewhere—but it was too late.

  * * *

  Finally With Him

  What’s suitable for a dinner party? I let out a deep sigh as I ripped open the doors to my walk–in closet, staring at the unorganized mess within. Was it going to be a formal dinner party, or a more casual one? I regretted not asking my mother while I was still downstairs, now I didn’t bother anymore. It’s going to be a long day. I thought to myself, feeling the stress build up inside of me and making my head hurt. I still had to take a shower too, but my stepbrother had been occupying the bathroom since… forever!

  I hated choosing outfits. Half of the time I didn’t have clothes that matched, and the other half I ended up unhappy with the result anyway. In the end, I reached for a casual, gray sweater and held it up against my curvy body. I looked at myself in the mirror, enjoying the way the shirt accentuated my breasts and waist. That’ll do. I decided. It’ll look nice with a pair of tight jeans.

  Hopefully I wouldn’t die from boredom. My mom, being the social butterfly that she is, was always organizing, or getting invited to, parties for whatever reason. I remembered the time she hosted a party for selling high–end plastic containers to her friends. I’d watched them from the top of the stairs with a raised eyebrow, wondering why plastic boxes with weird lids were worthy of a high–pitched ‘ooh‘–ing and an
extravagant party.

  This time, however, it was a party for the whole family. My mother was invited and so was her husband, me and my stepbrother—Christian. I was happy that Chris was going to be there to keep me company, because I was never bored around him. I loved his sense of humor, and I’d love to spend all day just listening to him crack jokes—but other times I felt like I was spending too much time with him already. Our relationship was… complicated.

  Chris had been my rock after I broke up with my bastard of a boyfriend, Tony. Tony was nothing but a lying jerk, who fucked other girls behind my back and had an ugly, stupid face. I clamped my hand tightly into a fist when I thought about him. How could I ever have stayed with him?! I sighed deeply over my broken heart, and once again thanked the Gods that Chris was going to be at the party. I needed someone that I could rely on, and Chris was that person.

  The only problem was… Not long after the break–up, I’d started having these dreams about Chris… about what he’d do to me. I was desperate for his attention, his touch and just his presence—and not just in a brotherly way. I wanted way more than that. But we’re not meant to be. I reminded myself, shaking my head vigorously as if to shake the bad thoughts out of my mind.

  “Get a hold of yourself, Tess.” I whispered to myself, tossing the grey sweater onto my bed.

  I needed a distraction, something—anything—to get these naughty thoughts of Chris out of my mind. I stomped out into the hallway and up to the bathroom door, listening for a moment to hear if he was still showering. There was no sound of running water. I reached out and grabbed the handle, shaking it roughly. It was locked.

  “What the fuck, Chris?” I called out and knocked angrily on the door. “Come on!”

  What could possibly be taking him so long? It’s not like he had a long mane of hair to wash, so his shower should be pretty fast.

  “Yeah, yeah.” He yelled back and turned the shower back on, as if he needed an excuse to linger for longer in the bathroom.

  I sighed and walked back to my bedroom to pull the perfect pair of jeans out of my closet—and of course some comfortable underwear. I needed to have my clothes ready after showering, to save time. I bet Christian doesn’t have anything ready like I do. I thought smugly to myself, feeling superior. We’ll probably end up waiting for him again, just like always. Sometimes it felt like he didn’t care at all, and other times… it felt like nobody could care as much as he did.