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

by Olivia R. Gasm

  “No, not really.” She confessed. “But my mom did!”

  That’s the moment when I realized that Stephany wasn’t just a guest; she lived there. No wonder she could afford all the fancy things she was always boasting about—her parents were filthy rich!

  “Sweet.” Chris said and kept snacking, following the hostess instructions of getting himself comfortable. I bet he didn’t mind the attention of such an attractive girl, either. She was all over him—stroking his arm, looking up into his eyes, twisting her hair around her finger… She was flirting with him like he was the last man on Earth.

  I turned to the side, because if I looked at Stephany any longer I thought I would burst into tears. I wanted to go home.

  Fuck this place, and fuck her! I thought and turned to walk away, but a strong hand reached around my waist to stop me. I turned my head and saw Christian, who was looking down at me with a worried expression on his face.

  “Where are you going?” He asked and put his plate aside on an end table. “Is something wrong?”

  “Yeah.” I whispered, feeling a sulk emerging from my throat. I didn’t want anyone to see me in a moment of weakness, not here. Not in front of him. Instead, I grabbed Chris’s wrist and pulled him with me into the hallway, where I leaned against the wall and breathed heavily.

  “What’s wrong, Tess?” Chris asked again, wiping the lonely tear that had appeared in the corner of my eye.

  “That girl… Stephany.” I said and bit my lip. “She was the one with Tony.”

  “Really? Her?“ He asked and put his hands on my shoulders. They felt warm and heavy, but in a comforting way.

  I nodded to confirm and put my head down against his chest, feeling his strong heart beating rapidly.

  “Damn, I had no idea.” He said and paused for a moment. “Honestly, that salmon roll sucked.” He added, luring a small smile out of me.

  The room fell silent for a moment, and Chris was the one to break the silence.

  “Do you know what?” He asked suddenly. He leaned back away from me and looked down into my eyes, excitement glowing bright in his.

  “Yeah?” I asked, my heart beating fast.

  “Let’s go find her room.” He said and took my hand. He pulled me behind himself towards the spiral staircase in the lobby, and I followed with uncertain steps. “Her room is probably somewhere upstairs.” He continued.”

  I let him lead me up the stairs, and together we sneaked through the long hallway, keeping our eyes open for any sounds. Luckily, it seemed like everyone was downstairs.

  Chris slowed down beside a fancy wooden door, which stood out from all the others in the corridor. He looked down at me with a peculiar look, like we were doing something bad, when we were just… well, trespassing or something, I guess that is sort of bad.

  He put his finger up to his lips and made a hushing sound, motioning for me to be quiet. I nodded enthusiastically, feeling extremely nervous and excited at the same time. Then he slowly twisted the handle.

  The door opened slowly and Chris looked in first, and then he signaled for me to come look as well. It probably would have looked really weird from the inside, to see us two peeking into the room and behaving like children. It wasn’t really possible to get a good look at the room since it was so dark, and all I could make out was the outline of some counters right next to us.

  Then, suddenly, the lights came on. I jumped into the air and turned my head towards Chris, who lowered his hand from the light switch with a guilty look on his face. I punched his arm playfully and he laughed at me, but it wasn’t even Stephany’s room in the end. It was just a bathroom.

  We closed the door again and walked towards the end of the corridor, feeling slightly less nervous now. At the end of the corridor, right in the middle of the wall, there was a white door that was slightly open. Chris reached out and pushed the door open, again going in before me.

  “Bingo.” He whispered, swinging the door wide open and letting me enter too.

  “This has to be Stephany’s room.” I said, glancing at all the pictures of her face on the dresser and bookshelf.

  It looked like she had spent a lot of time decorating her bedroom. The two longer walls—the one with the door and the one with the windows pointing outside—were painted sea foam white, and the shorter walls were a bright pink color that hurt my eyes if I looked at it for too long. One of the shorter walls had a full–length mirror covering the most of it, which made it slightly less painful to look at—but only slightly.

  Chris closed the door behind us and then immediately got to work snooping on all of Stephany’s things. Personally, I was distracted by my own image in the mirror. I hated seeing myself in the mirror and the look on my face reflected that feeling, but seeing Chris in the background had a strange, comforting effect on me. It wasn’t often that we were all alone in some room together—usually we just met briefly in the kitchen or living room. It was a nice change.

  Christian walked past the bed in the middle of the room and looked over Stephany’s picture wall with a judgmental look on his face, before suddenly turning his head and meeting my eyes in the mirror. I found myself almost getting lost in the blue depths of his eyes.

  He stood still for a moment and just looked at me, as if he was contemplating something, then he took a few careful steps towards me. His arms then wrapped around me from behind and grasped my hips, stroking them softly. Surprised, I turned my head back and looked up at him.

  “What are you doing?” I asked.

  He leaned closer and placed his lips on my neck, kissing my skin gently. I didn’t want to think about anything in that moment, all I wanted to do was to enjoy my stepbrother’s warm embrace. His lips moved upwards slowly, tickling my earlobe.

  “Revenge.” He whispered, sliding his hands onto my stomach. His touch was gentle and strong at the same time, making my body shiver beneath him.

  I watched him in the mirror while he kissed my neck, his hand moving in slow circles over the front of my body. It felt good––really good—and I could see my cheeks burning red hot in the reflection. Slowly, Chris moved his hands higher, letting his fingertip brush against my breasts from below.

  I inhaled sharply. This was really going to happen, wasn’t it? In Stephany’s room! I smiled big and threw my head back, enjoying every second that Chris spent spoiling me with his unexpected affection.

  His strong hands took hold of my upper arms and turned me over to face him. All my dreams, all my wishes—they were coming true. I couldn’t believe it but there he was, holding me closely and letting his hands feel every inch of my body. There was no doubt or insecurity in his eyes as he looked down at my face and body, only lust. He didn’t say a word and neither did I—we didn’t need to. For a moment, we stood in complete silence and stared into each other’s eyes.

  “Come.” He said and took a step backwards, pulling me by the wrist.

  We walked next to Stephany’s large, fluffy bed, and I could only imagine what he had in mind—and all the options that I came up with were turning me on.

  Chris pushed me down onto the bed and climbed on top of me, kissing me all over my neck. I arched my back, pressing my breasts against him, and moaned pleasurably as his lips tickled my soft skin. I still couldn’t believe it—that it was actually happening. Me and Chris, together, all alone… Just the thought of it was enough to make my body burn red hot with arousal. I wrapped my arms around Chris’s torso, biting my lip.

  “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do this.” He said into my ear, breathing against my skin. “Your curves tease me every day.”

  I could feel myself blush. He wasn’t too shabby himself… Sharp hazel eyes, wide jaw, messy hair and a strong, muscular body. Even his forearms were bulky. I closed my eyes and leaned my head against his arm, while his other hand wandered freely across my body. His touch sent shivers through me like an electric volt.

  My arms stroked his back, feeling out his muscles and slightly hairy skin
. It felt so different from my own, soft and smooth skin, and it felt wonderful underneath my fingertips.

  Chris lay down on his side next to me on the bed, resting against his elbow. Locks of his hair fell into his eyes and he exhaled sharply, blowing them back into place. He licked his lips when he looked at me—like I was a gazelle, and he was a hungry lion.

  “Why are you looking at me like that?” I asked with a giggle.

  “Like what?” He asked, smiling innocently.

  “Like you’re going to eat me.”

  The look on his face suddenly changed, and a wide, sly grin appeared. “You know, that’s not a half–bad idea.”

  His hand slid down over my torso and into my pants, tugging at the edge of my panties. A quiet gasp escaped my lips. It was silly, I’d known this was coming all along, but now that he was actually doing it, it felt so… erotic.

  “Am I going to fast?” He asked and removed his hand uncertainly.

  I shook my head quickly and put my hand over his. “No.” I said quickly. “I want you to touch me all over.” I added and turned my head, looking deeply into his eyes.

  Chris smiled. “Good.” He whispered and lowered his face down to nuzzle my neck. “Because I’m going to.”

  His hands fumbled with the button on my jeans before pulled them down over my hips, exposing my thick and soft thighs. He stroked them tenderly while he pulled my pants further down over my legs, caressing my thighs, knees and calves on the way down. Then, he pulled them off my feet and dropped them at the foot of the bed. My legs felt bare and exposed, but rather than crossing them feeling insecure about it, I wanted Chris to touch them. To touch me. All of me.

  His hand traced up my leg and teased the seam of my panties, barely pushing his fingers underneath it. I breathed heavily, anxiously waiting for him to pull my panties down completely, but he never did. My pussy was throbbing and swollen with arousal—I was ready for his cock, and I wanted him to fuck me now. Hard.

  I squirmed around on the bed, pressing my pussy against his hand while he teased me. An impatient grunt escaped my lips when he pulled his hand away with a smirk. What a tease.

  Suddenly, Chris got off the bed and stood up next to it, positioned between my knees. He grabbed my legs and pulled me up to the edge in one swift pull, and I could feel the stiffness in his pants, pulsating against my pubic mound when he pressed himself against my body.

  His fingers found my pussy and he started to massage it, gently kneading my sensitive folds through the thin fabric of my panties.

  “Mmm…” I moaned, closing my eyes. I reached my hands above my head and gripped the bed’s day cover between stiff fingers, gripping it firmly. “Oh, Chris.”

  Chris was breathing very heavily, as if fingering me was turning him on beyond belief, and his touch was becoming rougher. His hand slipped underneath the seam of my panties and started to stroke the outside of my slit, making me shiver with excitement. Tony had never made me feel this way—so alive, so… aroused.

  I squirmed around on the bed as one of Chris’s fingers penetrated my folds and started to caress my wet slit. His touch had me panting and gasping, holding onto the poor day cover for dear life. I arched my body towards him and grinded my pussy against his hand—my impatient pussy always wanted more.

  “Seems like you’re really enjoying this.” Chris said. His finger teased the opening of my pussy, circling it slowly without penetrating me.

  I couldn’t say a single word—only moan—because he made me feel so good.

  Suddenly, Chris’s hand slid out of my panties and lifted from my leg. I lay still for a moment and waited for him to continue, but he didn’t, so I slowly opened my eyes and looked up at him. He stared down at me, towering above me whilst slowly taking off his top shirt. There was no need for words.

  I blushed when he pulled his t–shirt over his head, revealing the muscular torso below. His chest was wide and bulky—as were his hairy arms, the veins in them throbbing against his skin while he moved. I’d seen men naked before—very attractive men in fact—but none of them made me feel the way that Chris did. The smirk on his face, the one he had while reaching for the button on his pants and slowly opening it while looking into my eyes, was enough to make me swoon.

  I watched with eager eyes while he slowly stripped the clothes off his body, until he was wearing nothing but a pair of tight, dark blue boxers. His cock was poking through the fabric; a stiff, long tent that was inviting me to touch it. With a shy expression on my face, I looked up into Chris eyes and leaned forward, reaching my hands onto his torso and letting my hands run across his abs. His skin felt rough underneath my smooth palms.

  “You’re so strong.” I said with a smile.

  “You’ve no idea, sis.” Chris answered, and there was a curious glint in his eyes. At the same time, there was something about his tone that made me think there was something more to come still—something big.

  I moved my hand down over his torso and onto Chris’s boxers, stroking the outline of his cock. It felt big and thick—and extremely hard. The grunt that escaped his throat, and his hand that reached out and gripped my hair firmly, let me know that he was dying for my touch just as I’d been dying for his.

  My fingertips hooked around the seam of his boxers and pulled them down slowly. They slid down slowly over his hips and ass, and his cock sprung free, standing tall and thick in front of my face. It was an impressive cock—long and stiff, as thick as my wrist and pulsating heavily with need and arousal. I couldn’t help but to blush.

  “Oh my…” I giggled. “I can’t believe you’ve been hiding this lovely cock from me all these years.”

  Chris only smiled and chuckled quietly. “Touch it.” He whispered, licking his lips. His cock twitched slightly, as if the thought of my hand wrapped around his stiff shaft was making his blood pulsate faster. “Feel how hard I am for you, Tess.”

  There was a blunt honesty in his voice, one that was undeniable. As if hypnotized by his throbbing erection, I reached out and locked my fingers around his cock, feeling its heat against my palm. Chris let out a long, pleased groan before I even started stroking him. Just wait, Christian. I thought to myself, smirking softly. After all, I wasn’t a virgin and I knew how to please a man, even though I’d never handled a cock quite so… impressive.

  I let my hand run up and down the length of his shaft, pulling the tight foreskin up and down over his swollen manhood. He grunted and gripped my hair firmly, his fingernails digging into my scalp until it felt sore. It was the only confirmation that I needed.

  After licking my lips profusely, I leaned forward and took his dick in my mouth. My lips locked tightly around his shaft, sucking on it like it was a lollipop and I wanted to get to that sweet, tasty treat within… I moaned softly, letting the walls of my mouth vibrate against his shaft until he was shivering with pleasure.

  “Oh, Tess!” Chris let out in surprise. “Where did you learn to do that?!”

  I kept sucking Chris’s cock until he was gasping for air and his cock was growing inside my mouth, letting me know that he was close to orgasming. I let his cock slip out of my mouth and smoothly switched it with my hand, stroking his foreskin up and down rapidly and feeling him throb against my hand. He groaned loudly. The fact that just my hand could make him feel so good was enticing.

  He came quickly, spurting white goo into the air and spilling all over the bed my hands. I giggled playfully, stroking his foreskin up and down while he groaned, until there was nothing left. I took his cock back into my mouth and milked him of his last seeds, cleaning him until he was sparkling clean, and wiped my hands thoroughly on the underside of Stephany’s biggest pillow.

  “Nice.” Chris giggled. “A gift worthy of the hostess.”

  I laid flat onto Stephany’s bed and relaxed my body, sighing deeply as a sudden calm took over me. I’d never expected the day to go so well, and that I’d end up remembering this moment for the rest of my life. The time I messed around with my st
epbrother in someone else’s bed.

  “What are you thinking about?” Chris asked and laid down next to me on the bed.

  I turned my head to face him and looked into his deep blue eyes. “How nice this has been.” I said and took his hand, squeezing it firmly. He squeezed it back, but the look on his face said something else.

  “What do you mean… was?“ He asked and slowly climbed on top of me. He put one leg on each side of my hips and pressed me down into the bed with his bodyweight. Then, he leaned forward and put his mouth close to my ear, letting me feel the heat of his breath against my neck. It sent shivers through my spine when he spoke. “It’s not over yet.” He whispered, pressing his stiff cock against my midsection. “You didn’t think I’d leave you without rocking your world first, did you?”

  I could feel my heart beating fast against my chest, pounding against my ribcage like a mallet.

  “Turn around.” Chris commanded, slapping me on the ass once I did. I jumped, shocked from the sudden pain, and let out a quiet gasp. Why is this turning me on?

  I got on my hands and knees in the bed, feeling Chris’s hard cock against my ass, which I was holding high up in the air. Chris’s fingers found my pussy and stroked my wet folds softly through the sheer fabric of my panties, feeling my wetness and making me moan.

  “Well aren’t you a horny little slut?” He teased. “Wet for your own stepbrother.”

  He pulled my panties down over my ass and brushed his fingers against my bare pussy lips, making me cry out with pleasure.

  “Chris.” I moaned. “I can’t take it anymore… I need you inside of me.”

  His hand tensed up against my ass and his fingers dug into my skin, leaving a red mark where they scratched me. I could feel his rock–hard cock rub against my ass and pussy while he rubbed himself against me, soaking his cock in my pussy’s lubricant. My heart was pounding from the anticipation—I can’t believe I’m about to get fucked by Christian.