Shhh! Don't Tell (10 BOOK BUNDLE TABOO EROTICA)

by Rose Temper

  “Well, when the time comes and you find the right guy, I’m sure he’ll like it.”

  I took a chance then. He didn’t know it, but I’d already found the right guy. There wasn’t anybody more right than him. Before he could stop me I snatched the bottom of my towel open, spreading my legs wide for him. I had to know if he liked it. “Tell me if it’s pretty or not Daddy.”

  He didn’t say anything. His eyes were locked on my dirty place, his beautiful lips open just a little.

  “Daddy? Do you like it? Do you like my pussy?”

  He nodded slowly, still not taking his eyes away.

  “Sometimes, when it’s all wet like right now, I touch it like this.” I showed him how I flicked my pleasure bean, how I would slide my fingertips down between my folds, gathering all that sticky nectar, all that wetness that made me have to change my panties all the time. “Is it normal to touch myself like this?”

  He bit his lip and then his hand clinched into a fist before he opened it again, taking another one of those deep breaths. He wasn’t making any effort to hide the bulge in his shorts anymore. When he finally spoke, his voice seemed different–more even and commanding. “Yes, Lacey. That’s normal.”

  “And what if I do this?” I spread it open with my fingers, then stuck them deep inside, moaning softly.

  “Yes, that’s normal. Does it feel good when you do that?”

  I nodded, my eyes rolling back. “It feels so good, Daddy. It’s the best thing ever. It’s so warm and tight inside there. But I don’t know how I’ll ever fit a real man in it.” I looked at the bulge in his shorts. “I’ve seen your thing, Daddy. It’s really big.”

  He grinned. “It might hurt at first, but your body is young. It’ll stretch. I mean it has to if a baby’s going to come out of there, right?”

  Wow, I hadn’t even thought of that. But then I couldn’t get it out of my head. The idea of him putting a baby inside me drove me wild. I opened my towel the rest of the way, showing him my breasts. “I know their small, but do you like them?”

  He reached out and took one in his hand, rolling my nipple between his large fingers. “They’re very nice, Lacey.”

  “They’ll get bigger if I get pregnant, won’t they?”

  He nodded, then leaned back, resting his head against the wall behind the bed, looking at my body. The outline of his cock pressing against his shorts made me think of my next question.

  “And what’s the deal with blow jobs? I don’t understand. Are you really supposed to blow on it.”

  He laughed, then adjusted his thing underneath his shorts. “Well, no not exactly.”

  “Okay, so how do you do it then?”

  “Well, you open your mouth and kind of make an O with it.”

  “Like this?” I formed my lips into an O shape, then crawled over to him, sitting on my knees between his legs, resting my small hands on his muscular thighs.

  He nodded.

  “And then what do I do?” I looked down at this bulge.

  He pulled his shorts down and his thing popped up, all swollen and hard. He took it in his hand, pointing the head towards me. A drop of fluid leaked from the opening at the tip. “Then you put your mouth on it.”

  I leaned forward, my mouth the way he showed me, and wrapped my lips around Daddy’s cock, licking that sticky stuff off the end. It was salty but good.

  Daddy sighed and wrapped his hand around my hair, pressing my head down.

  I let him guide me and I took his dick into my mouth, careful to keep my teeth out of the way. He pressed me down so far he touched the back of my throat and I started to gag. I didn’t mean to but I pulled back off of him. It was just a reaction because my body thought I was choking I guess. Spit dripped down my chin, and I looked up at him. “I’m sorry. Did I do it wrong?”

  “No, that was good baby. I’m just going to have to teach you to take it in your throat without gagging. Try again.” He pressed my head down, harder this time.

  I took him back in, wrapping my lips tight around his shaft, letting him push my head up and down. Spit was dripping everywhere and I wrapped my hand around the bottom of his dick. My fingers barely fit around it. He pumped his hips into my face, fast and hard. I strained my mouth open as wide as I could trying to give Daddy a good blow job. It tasted so good, I didn’t want to stop.

  He pulled my head back off of him, and looked at me with a firmness in his eyes I’d never seen before. Something dark, dirty.

  And I liked it. “Daddy? Do you think it would hurt if you put it in me? You know, since I’m a virgin?”

  He nodded his head, that same look in his eyes.

  “Will you show me? I promise I won’t tell anybody. Cross my heart. It’ll be our secret.”

  Then in one motion he shot up towards me, grabbing me in his arms, then whirled me around, throwing me on the bed, making me squeal. He pressed his large body against mine. His was so much bigger than mine it made it difficult to breath. His dick pressed into my tummy.

  I spread my legs wide, ready for him to take my virginity.

  But first he reached up and grabbed my cheeks in his strong hand, pressing hard, making my mouth open. He looked down at my open lips. “You’re a little cock slut aren’t you?” Then he plunged his tongue into my mouth, pressing against mine, his breath rushing from his nose, hot and heavy. Then pulling away, he said, “Well, if you want Daddy’s dick then that’s what you’re going to get.”

  I moaned. “Give it to me Daddy. Put it in my tight little pussy. Stretch me open, I need it so bad.”

  He had me pinned to the bed, my legs spread open, and I couldn’t have moved if I wanted to. I was his to do what he wanted with. And that’s just what he did.

  Reaching down, he took his cock in his hand and guided it to my opening, rubbing it over my pleasure bean.

  I moaned out as he rubbed my special spot.

  “You like that don’t you, you little slut.”

  “Yes, Daddy, it feels so good.”

  “Well, how does this feel?” He rammed his cock into my tunnel, breaking through my virginity with one stroke, and burying his entire length deep inside my tight pussy.

  All the breath left me at once, and my mouth opened. I wanted to scream but I couldn’t. The sudden penetration was almost too much. The pain was unbelievable. It felt like he was going to tear me in half.

  I got a small break when he pulled it out and I frantically sucked air into my lungs. But then he slammed it in again and that time I cried out. It still hurt but there was also another feeling. Something I was used to from when I touched myself. Only it was much, much stronger. I wrapped my fingers into his hair, holding on for dear life.

  Then he was fucking me hard, driving his cock deep inside me. The tight walls of my secret place closed around him, pulling him in. The pain was still there but it was almost like it was intensifying the pleasure. Each time he slammed his rod into me the feeling got stronger and stronger. The head of his thing hit a place deep inside me I’d never touched before and it sent a jolt of electricity through me that became more intense with each stroke.

  I moaned into his ear. “Daddy, your cock feels so good. Oh my god, I can’t believe how good it feels.”

  His breath got heavier and he laid more of his weight on me. His balls slapped wildly into my butt.

  Suddenly, he stopped, his dick buried all the way inside me. “Are you on birth control?”

  “No, Daddy. Don’t stop, it feels so good.”

  “You need to learn to be more responsible if you’re going to be sexually active.”

  I nodded, grinding my hips into him, rubbing my clitoris against his body. “Yes, Daddy, whatever you want.”

  “I’m going to teach you a lesson.”

  “What lesson, Daddy?”

  “That if you don’t use birth control you’re going to get yourself pregnant.” Then he reached his hand under my butt, pulling me close as he continued fucking my tight little pussy.

  “Oh my
god,” I screamed. “I think… I think I’m having an orgasm.” I never really knew before what an orgasm actually was. When I fingered myself it felt good, but what happened then was something else. My body shuddered and a feeling started deep in my belly, so intense I lost all sense of where I was. There was only my pussy and his cock, joined together. It radiated out to my entire body, making me shake and scream. “Oh fuck, Daddy. Oh my god.”

  Then he grunted and pressed it into me hard, that white stuff exploding deep inside me. His hot seed shot into me, three big spurts of the stuff. I could feel it warming my insides, and my pussy tightened around him.

  When he finished he collapsed down onto me, breathing so hard. I could feel his heart beating against my naked breasts. At that moment it felt like there was nobody else in the entire world except him and me. I kissed his neck, flexing the muscles deep inside me, massaging every last drop out of Daddy’s cock.

  After his breathing went back to normal, he slipped his thing out, then rolled over and looked at me grinning. “I came inside you.”

  “I know Daddy.”

  “Do you know what that means?”

  “I think so. It means I might get pregnant.”

  “That’s right.”

  “And what if I do? What then?”

  “Well, your breasts will get big and swollen, and your belly will grow and grow until you’ll look like you’re about to pop.”

  I smiled and closed my eyes, resting my hand on my tummy, thinking about what it might be like, happy that Daddy was my first.

  The Loophole

  When my mother got re-married I was so happy for her. It had been something of a scandal for her to get divorced in the first place because our family was so religious but she had no choice really; dad was philanderer.

  When she started dating Tom, an attractive widower, and a preacher no less, everyone was just overjoyed. It didn’t take long for him to propose, and they wasted no time tying the not. I secretly suspected they got married so quickly so they could have sex. He was an attractive man and it was probably difficult for them to not break their rules about sex out of marriage. But one didn’t speak about such things, especially with one’s mother.

  Like I said, Tom was an attractive man. But his son, Tom Jr., was like a younger, hotter version. The moment I met him it was painfully obvious how attracted I was to him. It wasn’t really a problem at the time because our parents had just started dating and we did our share of flirting when the youth group met at church. It was innocent and fun.

  But what started as innocent fun turned to sin when his father married my mother and we moved in with them. Their marriage meant he was now my brother and being attracted to him was just plain wrong.

  The problem was I couldn’t just switch my feelings off. And to make matters worse I suspected he felt the same way.

  When we moved, it was a little awkward at first. We both just avoided being alone with the other one. One of us would make up an excuse to leave if it happened that we were at home alone.

  That lasted for about three days.

  Then we slowly eased into a routine where we would watch old movies together at night in the living room. And that seemed to be going well… for a while.

  Our parents would always go to sleep early and the living room was right next to their bedroom. When my mother suggested one night we watch upstairs in Tom Jr.’s room we reluctantly agreed. Sitting on his bed, with our hands glued to our laps, it was tense. But after a couple weeks of that I think we slowly relaxed, stopped worrying about it, and just acted like two friends who enjoyed watching movies.

  I loved our new friendship and even though I still thought he was amazingly attractive, I didn’t feel awkward around him anymore.

  Then last Thursday our relationship took a turn.

  I stopped at the store after class and bought a movie Tom told me he loved a few days before but hadn’t seen in forever. I was excited to surprise him with it because we’d planned to watch a movie together that night in his room as we often did.

  When I got home, only his car was in the driveway but when I went inside the house was empty. He was probably in his room and so I tip-toed up the stairs to surprise him with his gift.

  Our rooms were right across from each other and his door was open just a crack. I crept down the hall towards it, careful not to make any noise. When I got to his door I peaked in and when I saw what was going on my hand shot up to my mouth, covering it, and I froze, eyes wide open.

  Tom was laying on his bed with no shirt on, his shorts down around his ankles, with his hand wrapped around his you-know-what, stroking it up and down. His face was flush and his breathing was short and choppy.

  I wanted to turn away and go back to my room. I really did. But I was mesmerized. I’d never seen a man’s cock up close like that and it was fascinating. It was so big too. I tried to imagine how on earth a girl would fit that thing inside her.

  My own sex started to heat up and I knew my panties would be wet in no time. It was so wrong to keep watching him but still I didn’t leave. And what’s worse, my hand moved down to my breast and I started pinching and teasing my hardening nipple as I watched my brother abuse himself.

  His breathing quickened, and his body thrashed around on the bed as his fist worked furiously up and down the thick shaft of his dick.

  And he was saying something.

  I strained my ear to the small opening in the door, trying to hear, still aware of the tingling sensation growing stronger between my legs.

  His voice became a little louder, just enough that I could make out what he was saying. My heart leapt into my throat when I heard it.

  “Kaylee.”

  He was saying my name.

  The pulse in my neck threatened to burst through the artery. I’d never known for sure if he felt the same way about me as I did about him. And when we became brother and sister I had to bury all those feelings deep inside. I thought I was doing a good job until that moment, standing in the hall, spying on my brother as he masturbated with my name on his tongue.

  I couldn’t help but start touching myself. Masturbation, while wrong, was something young people had to do if they were going to avoid sex before marriage. Both Tom and I, like lots of young people at church, signed pledges saying we would stay virgins until we found God’s soulmate for us. It wasn’t talked about, but we all knew that masturbation was a necessary evil to help ward off the desires of the body.

  And I needed it now more than ever. My hand slipped under the waistband of my white cotton panties, over the coarse pubic hair, and I slipped a finger between my warm folds. It was wet with my juices and my finger penetrated my virgin pussy easily. I drove it deep inside, working it in and out, being careful not to make a sound.

  “Kaylee,” he said again, louder.

  Hearing my name come out of his sexy mouth spurred my hand to move faster. I slipped another finger in, fucking my forbidden place, watching his toned muscles twitch as his arm moved relentlessly over his cock.

  Then he groaned, startling me. His back arched up off the bed and ropes of white fluid shot from his fleshy crown, covering his heaving chest. He tugged on his cock several more times until the semen stopped coming out and then he lay there with his eyes closed, completely still except for his ribs expanding and contracting as his heavy breathing slowly returned to normal.

  Very carefully, I removed my hand from my pants and backed away, not wanting to make a sound. If he knew I was watching him, invading his privacy like that, I would just die of embarrassment. Opening my door, I backed into my room, hyper alert for any noise coming from his bedroom. I squeezed my door shut, turning the knob to make sure the latch didn’t make any noise, then collapsed onto my bed, straining my ears to listen for any evidence that he’d caught me.

  After about five minutes I heard him come out of his room and go down the hall. Then the shower came on and I felt like I was safe. Quickly, I rubbed my clitoris, thinking about what I just
saw. His muscular, young body and his hard dick. And all that cum. I had no idea there would be so much. It didn’t take long before my own orgasm stole through my body, making me shudder with pleasure. “Tom,” I whispered. “Mmm, Tom.”

  When I finished I laid there for some time, trying to make sense of it all. I’d thought we were passed all that. That we were just becoming good friends. But, now everything was different. And not in a good way. He was my brother after all.

  But it wasn’t like we were blood relatives. If his dad hadn’t married my mom it would be perfectly natural for us to feel that way about each other. As long as we never acted on it, everything would be okay. If we just kept up with our lives like normal then nothing bad would happen.

  The shower turned off and when I heard his footsteps going back down the hall I could have sworn they stopped in front of my door. I almost got up to open it and see, but then they moved away and I clearly heard his door opening and closing.

  ***

  During dinner that night, everything was back to normal. The four of us ate together at the table, laughing and joking as usual. Dad told us about the sermon he was going to give that Sunday, and asked for input.

  I kept trying to steal looks at Tom across the table and a couple times I caught him looking back, making my heart flutter. I started to get worried our parents would realize something was going on between us and so I spent the rest of the meal just staring down at my plate unless someone addressed me.

  The whole time I was thinking about if I should go into his room later to watch a movie like I normally did. We would be sitting on the same bed I watched him masturbating on and I didn’t know if I’d be able to behave myself. Maybe I should just tell him I was tired and go to sleep. Take a cold shower and say my prayers then go to bed. Let us both cool off some.

  But after our parents went to sleep and he invited me up to watch a movie, all those thoughts of avoiding him left my mind.

  “Yeah, sure,” I said, “let me just change into something more comfy.” Plus, I still hadn’t given him the movie I bought for him. And if we were going to be brother and sister and live together we had to learn to be around each other. I wasn’t one to shy away from my problems. I was raised to face them head on.