"Slow down, baby," I whispered.
One look in his eyes gave me the answer: No.
Jackson grabbed the shoulders of my dress and tore it off me, exposing my white breasts to him. His lips closed around my nipple, sucking hard as my whole body bucked to meet the pleasure.
I gasped, writhing under him as his hand forced up the hem of my dress, pressing against my wet sex, pushing against the fabric of my panties.
He pleasured my velvety sheath as we made out, and I became hotter and hotter under his touch. Every time his mouth pulled away from mine I drew him back in again, my hand buried in his hair.
And then his fingers plunged inside me, pushing deep into my throbbing pussy. I wailed like an animal as his fingers plundered me, pushing hard against my sensitive spot, his thumb swirling around my clit as my whole body quivered.
"Fuck me," I gasped. Jackson grunted and lightly bit my neck. I could feel his throbbing cock through his pants, pressing against my thigh like a red-hot iron. The torture was more than I could take.
"Please, please fuck me now!" I whined, unable to restrain my wild, unbridled lust.
Jackson seized my body and dragged it to the edge of the bed. I waited breathlessly, my clothes half-torn off, my panties askew and exposing my aching entrance.
Jackson dropped his pants to the floor and took out his massive rod. He paused for an agonizing second before rubbing his raging head up and down my petals, pushing against my clit, torturing my wet, wanting flesh. I felt his cock stiffen even more as he teased me, and then finally he pushed all ten inches inside of me.
I wailed as he filled me to my limit and took me brutally hard and fast; this was so what I needed!
I surrendered to the pleasure, every cell in my body rolling along with the sensation of every hot stab and every kiss he placed on my face, neck and chest. The base of his hard abdominal muscles rubbed against my clit as he worked it, and every part of my sex was consumed with feverish intensity.
"Shit," Jackson choked, "you feel so fucking good."
I managed to moan in agreement. Being fucked by him felt so right, especially after being denied him for so long. Each time his cock hilted inside me I could feel my pussy squeeze him with desire, and I practically collapsed with orgasmic energy.
"Harder," I finally managed to whine, and Jackson grabbed my hair and took me hard.
The change in rhythm almost sent me over the edge. I wailed under him as he fucked me, harder and harder. I shivered, my hands crawling up his back as my orgasm started to sweep through me,
"Don't cum yet," he ordered, his voice a choked growl.
I felt my body relax at his command, and at the same time, a surge of uncontrollable lust overtook me. This was how it had always been at home: Jackson's orders. His demands. He had wanted to possess me totally.
Jackson pulled out and moved me to the center of the bed where he turned me over to fuck me doggy-style. His hands gripped my ass as he plunged into me again.
"Can I come now?" I begged.
Jackson administered a sharp spank in response. His thrusts became more and more frenzied and I knew he was close. "Cum for me," he ordered, and I felt my body spasm in response. My orgasm ripped through me, and I was wrenched in half under him. I felt myself squirt, covering Jackson with my lust. I came again and again, and when my orgasms finally subsided I could feel his hot cum flooding into me, filling me up. My body shook one last time, and then we collapsed onto the bed together.
****
I never went back to Ellis. Jackson and I packed our bags the next day and moved to Crested Butte, another ski town across the mountains. It was mildly less obnoxious than Aspen. We managed to live off his savings for a while, savoring every minute together before Jackson got another ski instructor job. All of our frenzied lovemaking had got me pregnant, and for the first time in my life, I was happy and in love, looking forward to a life together, and our coming family.
Trained by my BIG Step
(A Taboo Step Romance)
"Ouch! Stop that!"
My stepbrother, Chris, was massaging my calf, easing a knot out of the tight muscle. He was an exercise science major, studying to be a trainer. I had gone out on a five mile run when I pulled something in my calf. It happened about a mile from the house, and I was barely able to hobble back.
We were both on break from college. We went to the same school in California; he was a senior and I had just finished up my second year. We had lived together only briefly, when I was fourteen and he was sixteen.
I was pretty sure Chris had pinched a nerve in my leg on purpose just to set me off. He looked up at me, and there was a wolfish grin on his face. The fucker.
"Oops. Sorry, sis," he said with a joking tone in his voice.
"You meant to do that and you know it! And if you didn't, then you're a terrible trainer and should go flip burgers or something," I snapped back.
"I would never pinch your posterior tibial nerve on purpose. That would be unprofessional," he said sarcastically, blatantly showing off his knowledge.
"Sure," I said, rolling my eyes. I gingerly offered him my leg again.
He worked his strong fingers up and down my calf. The sensation was wonderful, relaxing my entire body. I stiffened up when he approached the tight spot again.
"Relax. Why are you so tense?" he chuckled.
"You know why. Really, Chris, don't do it again."
Chris continued his work. He had an expression of intense focus on his handsome face, which I found to be hilarious. He always acted like a total goof, and to see him in deep concentration was amusing. I wanted to tease him about it, but I decided not to as the tension slowly eased and the pain disappeared.
In a way, it was funny that Chris was helping me out. I had been a shy bookworm in high school, and he had been a popular jock. When we were younger he wouldn't dream about being seen with me in public. Things were different now, now that we were older, and it helped that we were both a little more adult-like and mature. And I'm sure it helped that I was quite a bit more attractive, having run all throughout high school. I had a lean, fit runner's body now so maybe that made it easier for Chris to accept me into his world.
Rumors circled at our college about Chris's huge sexual appetite, and that he had nailed lots of girls. I had personally overheard girls say that he was really good in bed and that he knew all kinds of crazy ways to make a woman cum. But I bet half those kids were too drunk to remember who they had slept with the night before anyway, and I was fairly certain the rumors were just that: unconfirmed rumors.
But I have to admit, the notion that he knew crazy sex tricks kind of made sense. Chris never liked to admit it, but he was very smart. It didn't take much to get him rambling about anatomy, physiology, chemistry, and everything else that went on in the human body, so it sort of made sense that he knew about the female body as well. When we were younger I tried to mock him about his smarts, but he usually brushed me off, then proceeded to tease me until I turned red in the face. I never knew what to say back to him, to irritate or annoy him. I would finally get angry, actually angry, but then he would flash his charming grin, and I simply couldn't stay pissed off. I could never stay mad at him for long.
And he knew that was all he had to do! The ass! He really was charismatic, it kind of made me believe those rumors about him doing all those college girls.
"Stand up and tell me if it feels better," Chris said, startling me out of my reverie. I wanted to continue daydreaming, and I wanted him to continue massaging my calf because it felt so amazing. I stood up and took a few exploratory steps. The pain was totally gone. I was even able to jump up and down without pain. I have to admit, I was impressed.
"Hey, go easy on that leg! You pulled a muscle, now you need to stay off it. No more running, not for another couple of days."
"So what? If I get injured, you can just fix me again," I teased.
"You're a brat. And you sound like half the bone-headed guys I have to
take care of."
I gave him a playful slap, which I LOVED doing because it gave me an excuse to feel his hard body. Part of me felt like it was kind of weird to feel a sort of attraction to him, because he was my family. But it wasn't like were related or anything. He was just my stepbrother. I guess maybe it was my pathetic attempt to flirt with him a bit, and maybe he picked up on it and maybe he didn't. And if he did take my teasing as flirting, well, what was the big deal? It's not like we were actually going to have sex or anything. Truth be told I was still a virgin, and if my first time was with Chris, well, that would be really crazy. And if we did...no, I'm just being stupid now, it would never happen. Well...what if we did? We weren't related by blood, so would it really matter? I was conflicted, to say the least.
Finished with my therapy, I went up to my room to get ready for bed. I was stinky from my evening run and needed a shower. I pulled off my shorts and kicked them into the room somewhere.
But the shower would have to wait.
It wasn't worth fighting my feelings. I was more than simply horny, it felt like my entire body was vibrating, like it was charged with electricity. I needed to masturbate. I got into my bed, closed my eyes and spread my legs. My panties were damp, and it was clear that what I felt for Chris wasn't imaginary: I was dripping wet and ready for Chris to grab me, throw me against a wall, and forcefully take my innocence. I eased out of my shirt and sports bra. My nipples were erect, so hard they looked like they wanted to burst. God I was horny! I ran a hand over my nipples, enjoying the pleasure that bloomed through my body. I was so sensitive, I could cum sometimes just by touching my nipples.
I felt my panties again. They were so soaked that when I pulled my fingers away, a glistening string of my lust was left coating them. My wet pussy was so ready for him. I slowly massaged my wet sex through my panties, easing more and more pleasure from my aching cunt.
I worked a finger into my slickness and let out a gasp. I imagined the finger was Chris's, and that we were laying on the couch together. I fantasized that we had sat down to watch a movie, and we had both gotten horny together. Now he was fingering me, violating his little stepsister and sending wave after wave of ecstasy over my body. The pleasure was too much, and I involuntarily let out a moan. I was so ready for him. I worked my fingers slowly along the hood of my clit, coaxing it out of its hiding place. I gasped audibly when I touched the little button. I imagined it was Chris's mouth, not my fingers, running all over my clit, coaxing more and more wetness out of me. I wanted to hook his big shoulders with my legs and smear his face with my sensual juices, marking him with my lust, making him so horny that he couldn't help it, couldn't help wanting to fuck the brains out of me. Then I wanted him to grab me roughly and pull me back, force my legs open so he could pummel me with reckless abandon.
I imagined his cock buried in my wet mound, all the way up to the hilt, and my body tense with pleasure and ecstasy as he plunged in and out. I imagined that his cock was thick, almost too thick, and that it made my pussy groan with pleasure as he stretched it to its limit, fucking me hard. I took two fingers and roughly penetrated myself. Another soft moan escaped my lips. I rolled over and buried my face in the pillow, so I could moan as loud as I wanted. I found my secret spot and worked two fingers against it, rubbing my clit at the same time. I was so close. I inched closer and closer to the edge. Then I came, convulsing as my orgasm wrung every drop of pleasure from my body. I cried out softly into the pillow, surrendering to wave after wave of ecstasy.
It felt so wrong to feel this way. All of it. And that's why it was so delicious. I had been secretly fantasizing about him since high school. If Chris had been my actual brother I would never have felt this way. I didn't want to keep resisting his alluring grin, his knowing dark brown eyes with their devious twinkle, or the hard muscles that rippled under his shirt every time he moved. It only took a smile or one of his stupid jokes, and my body started aching for him. I simply couldn't help it; thinking about any other guy wouldn't deliver me to the same place.
I wanted more. I dipped my fingers into my mouth, tasting the flavor of my own wantonness. I loved being nasty. It was so strange, because I was outwardly such a good, quiet girl. I touched my clit again, working my little pearl until I was ready to explode again. It was amazing how fast it could happen; lately, I had been able to cum two, even three times in a row. I fucked myself with my fingers as I imagined Chris grabbing my ass and pounding me from behind.
I reached my climax even sooner than I expected. My body convulsed for a second time as I came once more, again silencing my ecstasy with the pillow.
God, there was even a damp spot on the bed! How could I be this sexual?! I sunk my dirty body into the sheets, drifting in the afterglow of my release.
*****
I rolled groggily out of bed the next day. I never did shower the night before. I smelled and felt like sweat, pussy and funk. Truth be told, I was still fighting the sleep deprivation I had amassed during finals week. I stumbled into the shower and washed the grime and tiredness off me.
I dressed and headed downstairs, toweling off my hair. Chris was sitting in the kitchen eating cereal and reading one of his science books. Whenever he wore his glasses, he looked like some kind of nerdy hunk, as if he were the mild-mannered alter-ego of a superhero. The look had driven me up-the-walls crazy ever since I was sixteen (yeah, I'm in to nerdy guys, too).
He looked like he was really engrossed in his book. He looked up at me for a second.
"Hey, sis."
"Hey." I opened the refrigerator. It was pretty bare, we needed to do some grocery shopping soon. I made a bowl of cereal and joined him at the table.
"When are mom and dad coming back from Cabo," I asked, trying to get him to talk to me.
"I don't know. They're supposed to call from the hotel pretty soon to let us know when to pick them up from the airport."
"Oh, ok."
God he was hot! And I'm so pathetic...I just wanted him to fill me with his seed.
I finished my cereal and walked back upstairs to my room. I took off my sweats and pulled on my jogging shorts. I was going to get him this time. I twirled in front of the mirror, checking myself out. I felt my breasts: perky B cups which looked plump even when they were smashed under a sports bra. But I was feeling crazy today—who needed a sports bra? I tugged it off and put a white t-shirt on over my bare breasts. I jumped up and down and watched them bounce around. Maybe not the best choice for running, but I was sure they would get Chris's attention. I smacked my ass playfully, then felt a little awkward. I had a hard time admitting that I looked good. Sure, I was still his nerdy kid sister, but who could say 'no' to this body? All those other girls were getting fat in college, and I was in better shape than I had ever been in. I determined I was going to seduce him, before my lust made me lose my mind. I didn't care if his massive horse cock had supposedly serviced the entire varsity cheerleading squad, or if he had used ancient dick-knowledge from the Kama Sutra to bring every dumb sorority slut to new heights of sexual pleasure. I wanted him, and I was going to make it hard for him to say no.
I sighed, coming back down to reality. Seducing him was a fantasy as hopeless as him fucking me in the first place. Maybe what I should do instead was fake an injury to get him to start touching me, and I could then lead him on by some seductive touches of my own kind.
I decided I was going to run today, a lot. I bounced down the stairs as loud as I could, running shoes in hand. Chris was sprawled out on the couch, talking on his phone. He put it down when he saw me.
"Where do you think you're going?"
I shrugged my shoulders as casually as I could manage.
"Running," I said, walking towards the door.
"No you're not! You're injured, remember?"
I sprinted for the door, but he got there first. He grabbed me by the waist and forcefully dragged me back into the house.
"Stop!" I squealed. I was delighted, as usual. He deposited me on th
e couch and picked up his phone again. He looked disappointed and put it down.
"Shit," he said. "Look what you did."
"What?"
"That was a girl I liked. She just hung up."
"Serves you right," I said, punching him.
"You're a brat, Elizabeth. Shit! That messed everything up!" I suddenly felt bad—he wasn't teasing anymore.
"I'm sorry," I said.
"Whatever, she was kind of sloppy anyway. Too much chunk in the trunk." I knew Chris liked fit girls with toned bodies and pert little asses, like mine. Actually, that was half the reason I had started running in the first place.
"You're a dick," I teased, poking his leg with my foot.
Taboo Step Surrender (Steamy Twenty Book Box Set) Page 5