“Sorry mom,” Brian choked out in a strained, gruff voice. “Won’t happen again.”
I followed Brian in, trying to stifle my heavy breathing and the glow of post-coital bliss that had washed over me. It was a damn good thing it was late because I was sure that if it was any brighter out she would have suspected something happened between us.
“Night mom,” Brian said quietly as he disappeared down the hallway.
My room was on the opposite side of the house. I dolefully wished my stepmother goodnight.
Closing my door I threw my head back and let out an audible sigh. ‘What the hell did we just do?’ I whispered shamefully. It didn’t matter that it had felt so fucking good, he was my stepbrother and no one would ever understand. I threw myself onto my bed and curled up with a pillow.
A soft knock at my door made my heart jump and my belly clench with nervousness. I crawled out of bed, slowly opening the door and letting him in. Brian silently closed the door behind him. Slowly he traced his fingers down my cheek, his eyes burning into mine.
“I didn’t really get a chance to say goodnight,” he said softly, his lips lowering to mine.
I felt a surge of heat as his soft mouth pressed against mine. His tongue parted my lips making me gasp. I wanted to kiss him back, but I knew that I shouldn’t, I just couldn’t. I pulled away, wrapping my arms protectively.
“We can’t do this Brian,” I whispered with defeat.
His eyes bore into mine, and I could feel my heart aching but my mind was made up. This could never be, no one would ever understand, and no one could ever know.
When I woke up the next day my mind was clear. Whatever happened between us was in the past. We had both been drinking, things got out of control. Every cell in my body was urging me to avoid Brian at all costs, but I didn’t want things to be any more awkward than they already were. I took a deep breath and walked out into the kitchen.
“Morning,” I croaked as I walked by Brian and poured myself a cup of coffee.
“Good morning,” he replied gently, flipping the newspaper over as he continued reading.
Brian’s demeanor was calm and nonchalant. Maybe things didn’t have to be weird after all. I put the milk away and shuffled past him.
“Oh, hey Sarah,” he called just as I was about to walk back out into the living room. I felt my heart give a little flutter as I turned back.
“Don’t forget about yoga today. I’m looking forward to it. It starts at two.”
“Oh yeah,” my heart sank. “Sure, no problem,” I lied.
It shouldn’t have been a problem, and wouldn’t have been a problem…if last night had never occurred. I couldn’t deny that what we had done felt good, but I had made a decision and I planned to stick with it. The thought of spending an hour in such close proximity to him made me overwhelmingly nervous. My stomach started to feel sick.
“Brian,” I whispered, walking up beside him and leaning in close. “Can we just go back? Pretend like nothing ever happened?”
Brian turned towards me. He looked at me in a way that I had never seen before. “Pretend like what never happened?” he finally said, returning to his paper. “See you at two.”
I took a step back and stared down at him for a brief second. I felt my stomach clench hard, forming a knot deep down in my gut. This was what I wanted…right?
I spent the rest of the day keeping busy, finding ways not to focus on the one thing that was eating away at my soul.
****
I walked into the yoga studio and looked around for Brian. He still hadn’t arrived, so I rolled out my mat, sat down cross-legged, and tried to still my mind as I focused on my breathing. When the instructor finally came, Brian still hadn’t shown up. I wouldn’t have blamed him if he had decided to cancel--I just wished he would have let me know. At this point they had already closed the doors and dimmed the lights. I could only hope Brian would show up at the last minute.
“We’re going start off with Pranayama, a centering meditation," the instructor began. "I want everyone to sit up tall, hands placed palms up on the knees, bringing together the index finger and thumb in Gyan Mudra. Now take a deep breath, and feel the breath as it flows in and out with each inhalation and exhalation…”
I followed the instructor’s calm, hypnotic voice. “Let go of your mind. Let everything melt away with each breath. Live only in this moment, in this mind, in this body, in this place.”
My body began to lighten and relax with each successive breath. After meditating this way for several minutes, we were instructed to open our eyes. I was pleasantly surprised to see Brian tip-toeing across the floor and taking his place beside me. His eyes begged my forgiveness for being late, which I granted him with a simple nod and delicate smile.
As the next hour passed I was determined to focus only on the moment and on the class.
“Now I want each of you to find a visual connection with your partner. Let your eyes and souls do the talking as we walk through our next sequence of poses,” the instructor explained.
At first the thought of staring deeply into Brian’s eyes scared me. But his soft smile and gentle gaze chipped away at my fears, and soon I found myself entirely at ease. Brian truly was an incredible partner. He was so far advanced in his own practice that he made my curvy body feel perfectly balanced, beautiful and strong. Our bodies moved as one and I lost myself in the invigorating feeling of flying as he easily carried me through the acro-yoga poses with expert rhythm.
“That was absolutely beautiful,” the teacher commended us.
My lips turned up in a soft smile as I stared into Brian’s dark eyes. His jaw was so perfectly chiseled, and his lips were full and inviting. I took a deep breath and let go of every thought, every fear. This was what I wanted, this gorgeous, kind, talented man that was looking back at me with intense brown eyes. It was all that I had wanted from the day that I had met him. Forget convention, forget judgment: this was the man that I was destined to be with from the day I was born.
Halfway through the session the instructor told us to roll onto our backs. She then dimmed the lights and directed up to stretch our fingers and toes away from each other. My fingertips brushed across Brian’s, and there in that moment I gave in to my heart's true desire. I ran my fingertips across his palm and our hands locked together softly, sensually. My heart raced as I laid there next to him.
Brian’s thumb slowly worked circles into my palm, and my entire body surged with electricity. I rolled my head to the side and stared into his eyes, both of us silently admitting our deepest, darkest cravings.
“You and your partner will now have to decide who is going to go first for the Thai massage portion of the class. The one who is receiving the massage first can simply roll onto your stomach as your partner gets set up behind you.”
I smiled, sitting up slowly and crawling behind him. The instructor guided us through a series of moves, and I felt my passion for him flowing from me and into his body. Starting with the feet we rubbed slow, deep circles, before eventually moving up the legs and to the thighs.
I gripped him sensually with each touch, wishing we weren’t surrounded by twenty other couples. The place between my thighs was quickly becoming hot and wet. My hands massaged him with all the pent up passion I was feeling, and from his breathing I knew he was getting as worked up as I was.
My hands moved up his back, and I traced my nails gently down his bare sides, a nearly silent moan escaping his lips. The instructor guided us back down to the feet and we wrapped up the massage by putting gentle traction on the legs.
Brian gave me an exasperated grin as I laid down next to him. Once he finally got up I understood why he was so flustered--through the dim light I could just barely make out his thick erection. I giggled.
Trading places, he began by working his fingers into my tissue. As his hands slowly migrated up my thighs, the pulse between my legs grew deep and rapid. His hands worked rhythmically, slowly rotating the flesh outwards. Each time his
hands contracted I felt my lips part, and a hot deep ache plagued my sex.
His hands slid up higher, and I gasped much too loudly. Brian tortured me with a slow, deep massage on my gluteus muscles. His thumbs squeezed hard against my upper thighs, each time brushing softly over my aching pussy. I pushed my hips up and back, begging for his sustained touch, but he refused to give me what I so needed. His hands moved up my body and pushed my hips back to the floor.
I was panting by the time the massage came to an end. Despite the teacher walking us through a meditative relaxation to wrap up the class, I could think of nothing but fulfilling the deep yearning that was still pulsing within me.
As soon as the class had finished I rolled-up my mat in a frenzied haste. Brian did the same, and soon we were out the door and heading to his car.
“Get in,” he breathed, opening my door for me.
I followed his command. He leaned my seat back as far as it would go. He then took a quick glance around the parking lot before crawling in and straddling me. His body was tense as his hands tore at the clothing between us. Our lips met in a passionate kiss and we frantically undressed.
With one powerful thrust Brian’s cock plunged deep within me, making me scream out loud. I bent my knees and steadied my feet against the dash, opening my hips wide. Over and over our bodies met in heated passion. Waves of pleasure crashed over me with each powerful thrust, engulfing my being.
“I need you, Sarah,” he proclaimed in a strained, guttural whisper.
His left hand scooped below the small of my back, pulling me up into him so he could fuck me harder. I whimpered as my insides exploded with pleasure. With another swift movement he lifted me and twisted himself beneath me, propping me up onto his cock.
“I want to cum inside you, baby,” he moaned desperately. “I want you to ride my cock hard with those sexy, thick hips.”
His words were like fire, setting my insides aflame as my body fell into a tantric rhythm. My hips flowed in passionate waves over his thickness, my lower back dipping forward, followed by my ass, and finally my wetness that was wrapped tightly around his massive cock.
I could hear his breathing, ragged and rough. My own body easily matched his in its climb to ecstasy. I moaned sensually as I felt my body begin to shiver and shake. Brian’s hands gripped at my waist, and his hips thrusted once, twice, and with a low, deep gasp, a third powerful thrust sent the two of us over the edge. My body convulsed around him as his cock pulsed hard and deep. I could feel him filling me up with his passion, my hungry pussy milking his every last drop. Slowly we collapsed into a heap, his cock still inside me as we panted and moaned, our bodies trying to recover from the effort.
We laid in each other's embrace for what seemed like an eternity. How we had gotten to this point I wasn’t exactly sure, but now that we were here I couldn’t imagine going back.
Brian’s finger slowly traced my hair back and behind my ear as I laid on his chest, listening to his heartbeat.
“You know this isn’t going to be easy,” he finally said.
“I know,” I whispered.
“Mom and dad… Our friends…” He continued.
“It doesn’t matter, Brian. Let them judge us, let them say what they will. Every cell in my body is alive when I’m with you, and it makes every irrational fear I have slip away.”
“You’re everything I have ever wanted,” he said smoothly as our lips met in a soft, urgent kiss.
****
We decided that the best thing to do would be to give our relationship a few months to develop before we let anyone in on our secret. Maybe the whole thing would fizzle before we even got the chance to face the harshness of sharing our secret.
The rest of the summer passed slowly, each day bringing us infinitely closer to one another. We had more in common than we ever knew, and everything just felt right.
One night in early August a soft knock came on my door in the middle of the night. I slid out of bed and opened the door slowly.
‘Hey baby,” Brian breathed as his arms wrapped around my waist.
My body shivered the same way it had from the first time he had touched me three months earlier. I never had gotten used to his touch, and honestly I prayed that I never would.
“School starts back up next week and we need to figure out what we’re going to do.” His face was serious.
“Ugh, do we have to do this right now?” I moaned.
We’d been facing the reality for some time now, that summer would be over and we would have to go our separate ways back to college. We had both considered the prospect of changing schools, but somehow the time had slipped by before we knew it.
I kissed his chest, running my fingers down his sides as I slowly bent down to my knees.
“God,” he gasped, “don’t do this to me."
I lightly ran my teeth along his briefs, the outline of his cock becoming more pronounced by the second. Biting the elastic band at his waist I pulled his shorts down and stared at the magnificent member before me.
I kissed the tip of his hardness, slowly engulfing the head of his cock and tracing my tongue along the ridge.
“Damn it, Sarah, we need to talk,” he groaned, his body falling back against the door as my lips slid further around his cock.
“Tomorrow,” I whispered between licks.
I pressed my warm wet mouth hard around him, all the while feeling the place between my thighs aching for him. Brian let out a deep breath as his hands worked into my hair. I loved listening to the sound of his breathing as he got worked up. I could read him like a book by listening to his breathing rate; and by the sounds of it I was sucking him good.
His strong hands clenched my hair and he pulled me forward onto his cock with a hard tug. I felt the tip of him slide deep into my mouth and tickle the back of my throat.
“Mm-mm, you have no fucking idea how badly I want to cum right now.”
I smiled inwardly, pleased with how quickly I could work him up. I slowly slid my tongue up the length of his cock as I pulled my lips back off and away from his stiffness.
“Lay down on the bed,” I urged him.
Normally, Brian liked to be the one in control, but he gave in this time and followed my command. I slid my panties off and kicked them aside. I slowly mounted him and slid my wetness on his stomach. His fingers met my velvety slit and he hooked them inside of me, pulling me forward and onto all fours.
I let my head drop back as Brian’s lips encircled my nipple while his fingers worked hard against my delicate insides. God, he was so fucking good with his hands! His fingers dove inside of me and pulsed against the sensitive tissue between my sacred place and my belly button.
“Don’t stop,” I begged, feeling a wave of goose bumps rising on the back of my neck and down my thighs.
Brian worked me harder, his strength rocking my entire body as he fingered me. I gasped as my body began to shake.
“Not so fast,” he scolded, grabbing at my hips and taking me down hard onto his throbbing cock. "You can't cum just yet."
He rocked my hips with the strength of his arms while his hips plowed hard into mine. I could feel my tits bouncing up and down with each deep plunge.
“Cum for me now, Sarah! Cum for me hard.”
My body surged violently with electricity, stemming from my deepest depths and radiating out through my toes, my fingers, the crown of my head. In one powerful contraction my body squeezed hard around his cock and exploded with wet desire. I had never had such an intense orgasm before, and from the delirious look on Brian’s face I don't think he had either.
“Uh-hh,” he moaned as his dick exploded into my depths, his temples pulsing, beads of sweat forming at the edge of his hairline.
We both collapsed in sweet ecstasy in each others arms.
“We’re going to have to tell them you know. I’ve already decided on tomorrow,” he said softly.
I felt a faint panic wash over me. Though I’d known this day was com
ing, I had yet to fully come to terms with it.
“Promise me,” I whispered. “Promise me that no matter what, you’ll stand by me. Promise me that you won’t let them tear us apart.” I looked into his deep brown eyes and felt helpless to do anything but love.
I knew it would be hard, that everyone would have some opinion, and that we would have many challenges ahead. Things had been easy enough when we hid the truth, but now we would be under the scrutiny of those who were dearest to our hearts.
“No matter what happens,” he pressed his lips to mine, “we are going to be together. I promise…now and forever.”
Anything for Daddy’s Little Girl
(Taboo Step-Daughter Fantasy)
“Line up, ladies!” a tall blonde named Amber yelled out as each of us jumped forward and into a straight line. Chastity and I never wanted to be in a sorority, but Bryce, our stepfather, had threatened to cut off our credit cards if we didn’t follow his rules. Apparently he hadn’t heard that nowadays, being in a sorority meant being a dumb bimbo snob. He said it would make us more rounded candidates for jobs or graduate school, but we knew better. Besides, Bryce was rich, rich beyond comprehension; a billionaire, actually. Sure, he was just our step dad, but he had quickly fallen victim to the charms of Chastity and I.
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