Punishing the Brats - Taboo 18 Book Bundle: Man of the House, Brat & Fertile First Time Stories

by Candy Quinn

  Debbie coughed out gobs of mess as Brad pulled away, tears in her eyes. Brad looked worried as he peered down at her, but Debbie was so close to cumming, she didn't care. Brad brought her up to him, she was a head shorter but as she stood up, her bare, hard nipples grazed against his flesh and Debbie felt herself climax lightly and fall against Brad for support. She caught her breath then made for the door, "we need to get cleaned up, open the windows and let it air out." It was strange, everything around her came into new focus, new concentration, things weren't constantly overwhelming her or forcing her onto the back-foot. Debbie smiled at her handsome naked brother as he followed her out of the RV watching her ass as she led the way to the lake. All this time, maybe all she'd needed was a good fuck to get her head straight. Or maybe, maybe it was the love of the person you loved so much it hurt to watch them surpass you with the ever present threat that they'd leave you behind. She stopped in her tracks, troubled at the thought. As she went to go deeper she was suddenly hoisted in the air. Debbie squealed with laughter and shock. "Dawdling ain't allowed sis, if you can't make it I'll just have to carry you!" Debbie was held in his arms her head cradled in his shoulder as he carried them toward the lake. No, he wouldn't leave her behind. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him.

  Brad's eyes lit up in hunger again. Her naked body in his arms, kissing, her floral scent, her body, the feel of her skin on his, he needed to taste her. Brad laid a bemused Debbie down on the lakeside on a patch of grass and kissed his way down her body, his throbbing hard-on bobbing and brushing against her skin leaving traces of pre as it made contact. He licked down her jugular, her collarbone, licked around both nipples before sucking one into his mouth and nibbling ever so slightly. Debbie clung to him, her wanton body rubbing up and down his. Brad planted kisses down her torso, each carrying a promise of greater pleasure than the last. He planted kisses down her waist and across her mound, gently prying her legs apart and his hands found themselves cupping he beautiful ass to lift her up toward him. Brad kissed down one thigh, before brushing casually by her sopping wet gash down her other thigh. Finally he drew in and deeply inhaled her wet scent, getting drunk on its thick rich lusty smell. Then he launched himself forward, his tongue parting her pussy lips from bottom to top. Debbie let out such a loud moan she thought they might be heard. Brad lapped away at her cunt, his tongue swirling in to her juicy hole lapping out the juices, teasing around the edge of her clit, sometimes he'd use his fingers to spread her open, and rub her clit. When Brad took her throbbing clit in his mouth and flicked it with his tongue she grabbed his hair and pulled him away panting hard. "That-stop-fucking- fuck me already!" Brad looked up at her and suddenly took in their surroundings, they were right by the road, anyone could drive by and see them fucking out in the open. Debbie seemed to understand his hesitation and pulled him closer to kiss, tasting herself on his lips. "Doesn't that make it that little bit more exciting? They won't even know who we are anyway..." Debbie rubbed at his ever hard prick, biting her bottom lip and that was all the convincing Brad needed.

  Debbie felt Brad's cock push against her aching pussy, she was absolutely drenched and desperate for his dick. This was all so wrong. She smiled. Her brother, her step-brother sure, but her brother all the same, the blood of my step-mother's blood, the person who I'd been raised with, and here I was splayed out like a slut for him, my mind filled only with the need for his dick inside me. Soon that need, and Debbie, was filled. Debbie had another light climax as Brad hilted inside her. "Oh bro." Her pussy clenched around him at the thought that at any point another car might come by and see her and her brother fucking. Debbie looked up into Brad's adorable handsome face, his usual all knowing, stoic, stormy blue eyes replaced with lust filled animalistic drive. He thrust again, again and again, her hips bucking back to meet him. Debbie had a hard time trying to keep up with all the pleasure going through her, Brad reached one hand up to play with her nipples and she started to lose it. One hand held her leg open, the other went down to her pussy to play with her clit, her eye's fluttering. Debbie was moaning scandalously now, deep cries of want and need, she felt herself flying higher and higher, so high on pleasure she was afraid of falling, afraid of how far down she would plummet. Then Brad found his limit, his earnest thrusts speeding up. "Fuck sis!" His cum spurted deep inside her hungry pussy, her brother was fucking her in broad daylight by a road side and just potentially impregnated her. Debbie felt her own orgasm, so intense it shook her mind so that all the screws, nuts and bolts holding the bookcases of reason and logic in her mind steady came loose. "Fuck bro!" Her pussy squirted in her convulsions of bliss, her eyes rolling back in her head.

  Debbie was fulfilled. She'd never felt so satisfied. The constant vibrations of the RV were carrying her along as Brad drove. Everything that had been so foggy to her before now was perfectly clear. It was wrong, there was no denying it, but it was right for them. She could feel brad's seed in her pussy and she knew she wanted him to get her pregnant, she wanted to raise his babies, for him to care for her, to fuck her senseless and for her to care for him, cooking, cleaning, keeping him... entertained. Right now she had entertaining to do, Brad was driving, his shorts around his ankles, Debbie was naked, her bare, hungry pussy was rubbing on the vibrating floor as she leaned over, moaning with satisfaction to have Brad's cock in her mouth. She licked and sucked at his tip, bobbing her head up and down as he drove, her tongue trying to get any and all of his cum for herself. Debbie felt Brad drop his hand to the back of her head and her pussy clench in excitement, she sucked harder, faster and was rewarded with Brad's "Good girl sis." As hot sticky cum launched onto her tongue. He sped up ever so slightly and while she cleaned him off, not planning on taking his cock out of her mouth for some time, she felt the increasing vibration from the floor start to bring her off. She couldn't wait to take more of Brad's cum in her pussy tonight. "I love you sis." Brad grunted "I love you bro." Debbie said, her smile so full of love and contentment. Debbie was fulfilled.

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  Cecilia Lawrence is a Melbourne based graduate with a bachelor's degree in Philosophy. When she isn't reading through racy romance novels, she's cycling to work thinking about ways to write them naughtier.

  See all my latest works at www.irresistibletaboo.com

  15

  Forbidden Angel

  By Candy Quinn

  The cawing of seagulls and songs of the exotic local birds filled the air. It had been well over three months since the trio were ship wrecked upon the beautiful green isle, amid the shimmering seas, yet the sounds of the native wildlife never seemed to die down. Not entirely.

  What had started as a delightful outing on a rental boat for the whole family had become a seemingly permanent arrangement. Angelica -- or Angel, as the family called her -- was just fortunate her step-brother and step-father were so capable. They’d always been big on the outdoors, learning the skills necessary to make it in the wilderness and all. Of course, much of what they were taught applied to the colder northern reaches of their home in Vancouver, but they’d made do since their arrival.

  Which was fortunate, since she had none of their zest for the harsh realities of living off the land. Her only physical activities were dancing and maybe some beach volleyball, but only because it got looks from hot boys.

  She watched the two tall, strong men climb the cliff sides below from her perch. They’d recently moved from their home in the shell of their wrecked ship up into a cave atop one of the island's cliff faces. There a convenient stream of fresh water ran down from the mountain above, and the verdant vegetation provided plenty of easily accessible food.

  Still, the two men insisted on making daily journeys down the cliffs or across the island, to fish or hunt. This time as she watched them climb upwards, their tanned, muscular bodies glistening with perspiration in the sun, and they seemed to be carrying more than enough fish for the three of them that day.

  Angel felt like she should do something to help,
but her attempts at cooking or even starting fires, had proved disastrous thus far. Instead she leaned against the entrance of the cave and watched her step-father and sibling climb up, winding their way towards her slowly as she fanned herself with the leafy frond of a plant.

  Her own skin easily toasted in the bright tropical sun, but she did all she could to keep her more natural skin colour by avoiding working in the warmest hours. Yet no amount of shade could keep her skin free of that glistening perspiration, despite the fact she wore only a bikini top and a pair of tight, tattered shorts. The lone outfit that hadn’t been destroyed or lost in the wreckage.

  Her family hadn’t fared much better. Her father had only a tattered pair of khakis that had devolved into shorts, leaving his thick thighs and powerful calves exposed, and the entirety of his bulky, muscle-bulging abs, chest and arms bare and browned by the sun. Her brother did little better, clad in a speedo and a sleeveless shirt that had seen better days.

  They were two gorgeous male specimens, truth be told, and the months working on the island had only enhanced their physiques. Hell, it made them all the more irresistible. Fanning herself by the cave, Angel’s mind wandered as her eyes followed their ascent. She barely even realized they had reached the plateau and headed towards her.

  “Hey Angel!” came her father’s deep voice, his face lit up with a smile as he carried the heavy fish in one arm, a salvaged fishing pole in the other. Each and every step showed off those calf muscles.

  Her brother, meanwhile, stared at her chest. The way her nipples were hard and poked through the thin fabric of her bikini top even under the oppressive heat. All thanks to the sight before her.

  She didn’t try to draw his eyes away, embarrass him in front of their father. Instead, she pretended to be oblivious, fanning herself with such a leisurely air. She didn’t know where they got the energy amidst this heat. She was used to milder temperatures, and the summer was absolutely oppressive, even with the breeze off the ocean.

  “Hey dad,” Angel replied, her lips spreading into a sly smile. “Finally got bored of fishing?”

  The older man chuckled, lashing the cord holding the fish to a makeshift rack outside the cave before running a hand back through his thick, wavy blonde hair, which had grown so much lighter with all the sun he got. “Somethin’ like that, sweetie. If we kept it up, we’d be eating so much fish we'd turn into some ourselves at this rate,” he remarked with a dashing smile as he tied the fish on securely.

  The entire time her brother couldn’t help but stare at her generous breasts, a bulge growing in his tight blue speedo that was simply impossible to hide. Once he realized what was happening he made an awkward effort to twist away from her and stow away his own rod to hide it.

  It only made her smirk grow, her light blue gaze following his body in a more discreet manner as she shrugged her shoulders. “I don’t know. There’s not much to do here but eat.” Angel exhaled in an exaggerated manner, her arms folding beneath her bikini top. “It’s too hot to do anything else.”

  While the two men had grown so lean and hard from their labours under the sun, her shapely body had remained delightfully soft in the right places. She still sported a round backside, a pair of tits to die for, a nice little waist preserved thanks to a healthy diet of mostly fruit and fish.

  “It’s not that bad,” her father replied with a chuckle as he bent to the fire before her, his chiseled body on display like a statue, thighs parted and showing off his naturally generous bulge as he started up the kindling in the fire pit.

  “Some of us manage,” remarked her blonde haired brother hiding a bitter tone as he glanced back at her over his shoulder in between pretending to be busy. Undoubtedly he still struggled to hide his erection from her, not knowing she’d already seen it swell beneath the shiny blue fabric.

  “Cute, Rob,” Angel replied as she stuck out her tongue at his back. She was eighteen, but she knew she could still be a little brat, and she didn’t care. He deserved it, trying to act so high and mighty while eye-fucking his own sister.

  Not that she didn’t enjoy it.

  Angel sank into the grass, her legs splayed in front of her as she looked towards the fire pit. “Still, wish some lemons grew on this island or something. I’m dying for some variety.”

  Her father gave her a thoughtful look as he did that strange twisting of the stick into the kindling, a little rivulet of smoke rising up. He then looked to her brother Rob, “Remember those papaya trees we saw further over the ridge?” he said, not waiting for a response. “Run and get your sister one. Might as well bring back a couple I suppose.” He smiled back to his daughter, “Variety doesn’t hurt, huh?”

  Her brother might’ve bristled, but with the painful erection in his swim suit he practically jumped at the opportunity. “Fine!” he complied, trying to sound exasperated. “I’ll be back shortly!” he called out as he walked at a speedy rate away.

  Angel’s smug grin grew as she watched her brother run off to fetch her some fruit. Curling her legs up to her chest, she couldn’t help but appreciate how good she felt, even if she did complain. Sure, she was stranded in the middle of nowhere, but there was no school to worry about, no part-time job... Even the luxuries missing from her life made the going easier, for the most part. No TV or internet or mirrors all improved her self-image markedly, and getting to know the two men in her life was something of a thrill.

  Her emotions, though-- she could have kept them in check better. Back home, surrounded by dozens of horn-dog males vying for her attention, she’d never paid her family any mind. She recognized them for good looking men and that was that.

  But now, without the pleasant distractions of the world outside, she found herself more and more fixated on them. The taboo of it, though, wasn’t lost on her. She kept tugging her mind back to a proper state of mind as it went adrift. It wasn’t right.

  He blew onto the fire, and for some reason that seemed to help it grow. Once it was going proper, he added some actual wood to the fire and winked at her as he approached.

  “Thanks, dad,” she finally managed as she tore her eyes away and forced them to the kindling.

  “No problem, sweetie.” He stroked a hand over her own blonde hair, not as bleached by the sun as his or her brother’s, giving her a kiss.

  Standing so close to her, his powerful musk filled her nostrils. He had some thick hair upon his chest, and a short beard, both in contrast to her brother who she knew to have neither.

  Her father crouched down and still he towered over her, stroking her wavy hair on down to her bare shoulder. “You’re the only woman in my life now -- our lives --” he amended, “gotta take extra special care of you now, my sweet Angel.”

  Every word from her daddy dripped with such sweet honey, such care.

  He’d always favoured her, it was true, but there was something about the way he looked after her that grew more and more… intimate over time they’d been wrecked. And he was right, he’d been giving her extra special attention in recent months.

  She always had been the center of his attention. He spoiled her rotten, here and back home. The whole house knew it. Hell, this trip was her idea. Still, she sighed as she leaned into his strong hand, “I really don’t think anyone’s going to find us out here.”

  His fingers lingered upon her shoulder, stroking her smooth skin so pleasantly. His hard, tanned fingers upon her pale skin as he leaned in and kissed her cheek. Then kissed it again nearer to her ear. “If nobody comes, Angel, we’ll just make a new life for ourselves here. And it’ll be a great one too.”

  He pulled back and gave her a bit of a lopsided grin, “Can’t be so bad being the only girl on an island full of men, huh?” He flashed her a playful wink, but hesitated to let go of her blonde hair. And when her eyes dipped down, she saw her brother wasn’t the only male relative whose mind wandered into forbidden territory. She could tell that under his shorts his cock swelled in her presence.

  Yet she didn’t feel s
o smug, so in control as she had when she’d noticed her brother’s interest. This was... different. It wasn’t some dumb teen at the mercy of his own rampant lusts. This was a full grown man, over twice her age and well over her height. He was supposed to have these things in check, right? She averted her eyes but still her heart began to race and her mind went a bit fuzzy. Abruptly she stood once more, wiping the pebbles and stones from her shorts and the back of her legs as she started to pace.