Forbidden: Ultimate Stepbrother Collection

by Anna Hard

  “My gosh, it’s like a little slice of heaven.” Dani walked forward and stuck her toe in the water. “Ooh, a little cold, but I think it will work.” I took the time to watch her wade into the water. Her smooth white ass was still a touch pink from my hand and the spanking the night before.

  I waded in behind her. As soon as she pushed off the bottom to float, I grabbed her back into my arms and held her against me. She spun around in my arms and drifted onto my lap. That same pink bottom was now teasing my cock with every movement of her body.

  I held her with one arm. She rested her head back and stared up at the tree canopy as I spun around with her. Her nipples hardened as the cool water washed over her breasts. I leaned my face down and suckled them, gently at first, before teasing them into tight buds.

  She sighed dreamily and then floated away from my arms as she pushed her feet down.

  A smiled curled up her lips as she moved closer. Beneath the glassy surface, her hand reached over, and she wrapped her fingers around my cock. “I think my master needs a little pleasure out here in the good ole watering hole.”

  My eyes drifted shut as her hand moved over my cock. Her free hand reached under to stroke my balls. She leaned forward and kissed my throat and chest and shoulders as she milked my cock with her small hand.

  “Fuck, baby, nothing sweeter than being pleasured out in the ole watering hole.” My voice grew low and gritty as she coaxed me closer to coming with just her hand and her tender kisses. “Shit, Twiggy, what have you done to me? I can’t stop this. I don’t want this to end.”

  She kissed me on the mouth as she continued with her hand job. Just having her lips against me brought me that much closer to finishing. I reached for her, but she stopped me. “Nope, it’s my turn.” One hand gingerly stroked my sac while the other worked my cock, her thumb flicking across the tip as she persuaded my cock to come. And I was fucking close. I shut my eyes and my legs floated up. My hard cock pointed up to the sky, and without me asking, her mouth came down over it.

  “Oh, fuck yeah. That mouth. That sweet fucking mouth.”

  Her hand moved along my shaft as her lips and tongue made love to me. She rubbed her warm, wet mouth over the tip and then pushed me deeper into her mouth. Her free hand reached under and pressed against my ass to keep me braced against her lips and tongue. A few seconds later, I felt the cum rising in my cock. My body convulsed with an orgasm as my seed filled her mouth.

  I floated there for a few minutes to catch my breath and slow my heartbeat. My face was still pointing to the sky when an ice cold drop of water landed on my forehead. I opened my eyes. A dark mass of clouds was inching its way across the sky.

  I pushed my feet down. Dani had followed my lead and had floated up next to me, her amazing tits peering up at the stormy sky like perfect mounds.

  I looked around. The trees and shrubs were swaying as if a giant, invisible animal was storming through the foliage. But it was no animal. It was gusts of wind heralding the imminent arrival of a tropical storm. Storms out here were usually short but violent.

  I took hold of Dani’s hand, and she lifted her head from the water. She opened her eyes and seemed to notice how much the daylight had faded. She looked up at the sky. “Oh wow, those look like—”

  “Storm clouds,” I finished for her. “We need to get to the hut. From the amount of wind kicking up, it looks like it’s going to be a good one.”

  We waded out of the water, and I pulled her along to the hut. It had been warm when we walked to the pond, but with the sun behind the dark clouds, the temperature had dropped drastically. Dani was shivering by the time we got to the hut.

  I pulled her into my arms and rubbed her arms and shoulders vigorously to warm her. We sat down on the bed and I wrapped the blanket around us. The first streak of lightning lit up the hut. A loud crack of thunder followed, and Dani cuddled closer to me.

  I kissed her forehead. “You don’t need to worry. I’ve got you, baby. And I’m never fucking letting you go.”

  Chapter 16

  Dani

  I held tightly to Tommy, my warm, hard anchor, as we sat on the bed in each other’s arms waiting for the sudden tropical storm to move through. Each gust of wind pelted the walls of hut with bullets of rain. The hut had been designed to look as if it had been made only of straw, for that primitive tropical look, but the contractor had still used traditional materials of wood and dry wall beneath the tufted outer surface and thatched roof. Still, the small structure was being battered badly by what seemed to be an alarmingly strong tropical storm.

  A violent rush of wind pushed against the two small windows and front door, shaking the house and me to our cores. Tommy felt the tension in my body and caressed my back. I’d pulled on my sundress, insisting to Tommy, who’d looked on with dismay as I covered my naked body, that if the house blew down, I didn’t want to be waiting for the rescue ship in nothing but my birthday suit. The whole Tarzan and Jane thing could only go so far for romance.

  “You don’t need to worry, Dani, this little hut has seen a lot of these storms, and it’s still standing. It’s at the highest elevation on the island, so flooding isn’t a problem. Besides, I kind of like this whole idea of hunkering down in here with the hottest woman in the world.”

  I smiled up at him. “That’s not saying much because I’m the only woman in your world at this moment.”

  He dropped his head back against the wall. “Still the same Twiggy, the girl who hates to hear a compliment.”

  “How would you know? The nicest thing you ever said to me back when we were growing up was ‘get out of my way you annoying, little stick figure’. And I remember it because as your seemingly unwanted stepsister, I was always thrilled to get any attention from you, even if it was mean attention.”

  “Trust me, that was my sixteen-year-old version of a compliment. And you had my attention a lot. You just didn’t notice it because you were busy flitting around the house in your midriff tops and humming your holiday tunes and—”

  “And trying hard to figure out again how to belong in another strange household.”

  “See, I never would have guessed that. You always looked completely comfortable and confident. Loved that about you.”

  His words pressed against my chest. I’d had no idea that Tommy had been noticing little things about me, and even more surprising, he seemed to remember them all. That thought tightened my throat, especially since he was holding me so protectively at the moment.

  I sighed in the comfort of his arms. “Well, I like a compliment just as much as the next girl. When it’s genuine. Every woman likes to hear a little praise . . . when it’s not just a line to get in her panties.”

  Tommy reached down and pushed the dress hem up to expose my pussy to the cool, moist air in the tiny room. “See, my compliment was genuine because I have no panties to get through.”

  “Don’t remind me. I’m feeling a little vulnerable because of it. If the coast guard comes by to rescue us in this wind, I’ll be flashing them big time.”

  “It’ll be a rescue they’ll never forget.” Tommy ran his fingers up the inside of my thigh, and again, my pussy grew wet at his touch. He wasn’t able to keep his hands off of me, and it thrilled the hell out of me. I was going to miss his hands once we got back to the boat, once we had to stop pretending and return to reality.

  Again, his hand coaxed my pussy into an intense need to be fucked, and fucked hard. Being far less modest and not at all worried about waiting in the nude for the rescue party, Tommy had never dressed after our skinny dip in the pond. His cock was already pushing urgently against my hip. His shorts were across the floor.

  “I’ll go get the condom,” I said, my voice already hoarse with anticipation.

  “Take off that dress and crawl over there.” His tone, too, had dropped back to tha
t sensual, commanding man who had tied my hands in the boat. We were back to heated desire. We couldn’t seem to quench that constant need for each other. I got up on my knees and pulled the dress off over my head. I dropped it on the floor. Tommy gazed at me in that way that made it feel as if he was touching me. Even though his hands were not on me, it felt as if they were smoothing over my breasts and curling into my pussy.

  “Much better.” He leaned back against the wall, his suntanned skin contrasting with the white plaster and showing off the incredible silhouette of his shoulders and arms. God, he was beautiful to look at. And with his cock standing at full attention waiting to be buried in my pussy, I could think of nothing else. The raging storm outside, the shaky engagement back home, the fact that I wouldn’t see Tommy after the trip, all fell away. It was just me with my aching, wet pussy, and the breathtaking man, with his massive cock, sitting in front of me.

  I put my foot down on the floor to retrieve a condom.

  “No,” he said darkly, “like I said, I want you to crawl over to my shorts.”

  The jute rug on the floor was not the most comfortable for kneeling on, but the thrill I got from his brusque command and the idea of him staring at me completely exposed, urged me to do his bidding. I got down on my hands and knees, and with the slow, lithe movements of a cat, I crossed the floor. I reached his shorts and peered back at him over my shoulder.

  His eyes were dark and heavy lidded as he stared hungrily at me. I pulled out the condom and held it up to show him mission accomplished. Then, with the same slow movements, I crawled back toward the bed, my naked breasts swaying like round pendulums with each step of my hand. He watched them as if hypnotized by their movement.

  I was halfway back when a roaring clap of thunder shook the hut. I screamed and scurried back to the bed and hopped into his arms.

  “I had that one all planned,” he said as he curled his arms around me.

  “Really? I know you’re a successful businessman, but you don’t actually think you can control thunder?”

  He peered down at me. The word control had pushed him back to his play role. “Baby, you’d be surprised at what I can control.” He lifted me off his lap and sat me across from him on the bed. “Get up on your knees, darlin’.”

  I rose up on my knees. He stared up at me. My nipples hardened as I waited anxiously for his next demand.

  “Now, put your hand down between your legs and touch yourself.”

  I hesitated. It was something I’d never done except in privacy. I blushed with the idea of having him watch.

  “I’m waiting,” he said. “And make it good, baby. I want to watch your face as you bring yourself close to climax.”

  I wasn’t completely sure I could do any such thing, but the expression on his face told me this was going to happen. I pressed my fingers into the folds and rubbed them over my clit. I was already moist with wanting him, so it was surprisingly easy to continue.

  His Adam’s apple moved in his throat as he swallowed hard. His eyes were shiny with desire, and his cock glistened with the slick dew of sex. He was loving this. This was turning him on. His erotic reaction to me touching myself made me that much hotter.

  My breaths quickened, and my skin heated with a sensual blush as I rubbed my fingers over my clit. I moved my hips to contract my muscles and bring myself closer to the edge. My eyes drifted shut, and I gasped slightly as his fingers reached up and pinched my taut nipples. I worked my fingers deeper. The soft, low sounds coming from my lips sounded almost unfamiliar. Having him watch this was one of the most erotic moments of my life.

  “Oh, Tommy, I’m almost there. Tommy, help me please. I want you.”

  He got off the bed. I watched breathlessly as he rolled the condom down over his cock, the cock that was about to impale me. My fingers coaxed even more juices from my pussy as he walked around and climbed onto the bed behind me. I dropped to my hands, but quickly returned the fingers of one hand to my pussy. I fondled my clit, and my pussy pulsed at the edge of a raging orgasm.

  Tommy grabbed hold of my hips and plunged inside of me. He jammed himself in deep and tight. “Fuck yes, Tommy!” I screamed as I came in pulsating waves.

  He gripped me tighter and pulled me against him as he plunged forward. At this angle, his cock reached depths it never had before. He was locked so intimately inside of me, it seemed we would never part. Fuck, how I wished for that to be true. Locked together forever in every possible way.

  His movements became so urgent, the bed slammed against the wall. It wobbled unstably under my knees. All the while, the raging storm pounded the tiny hut.

  “Fuuuck,” a low, guttural sound cracked from Tommy’s chest as he climaxed deep inside of me.

  Steam seemed to rise off our hot bodies and into the storm cooled air of the room. Tommy withdrew and pulled me down on the bed with him.

  Lightning lit up the hut, and a crack of thunder followed. “This is lasting longer than I expected,” Tommy said. “Shit, I just thought of something. The storm surge is probably high enough to grab the inflatable boat off the sand. I had it tied down, but I better go check on it.” He got up and walked toward the tiny portable potty out behind the hut. He returned and pulled on his shorts.

  I propped on my elbow. “You’re seriously going out there in this storm?”

  “Well, I don’t have to, but we’ll have no way to get back to the yacht. It can’t come close. It’s too shallow.”

  “Would it be so bad to just stay here?”

  He smiled at the suggestion. “Nope. If I was going to be stranded somewhere, I would want it to be with you.” With that, he walked out.

  Chapter 17

  Tommy

  I shielded my face with my arm to keep the stinging spray of rain from hitting it. Palms and broken tree limbs littered the once clear path to the sand. Wind pounded me as I made my way to the beach. Between the blackened sky, the sheets of rain and the heavy mist that had now settled on the island, I couldn’t see more than three feet in front of me.

  My feet hit the wet sand, and I sank down. I’d been right. The storm surge had brought the tide up onto the shore. The inflatable raft bobbed up and down on the choppy current. I waded out to it, getting pelted now, not just by rain but by an angry sea.

  I stepped into a deep crevice in the sand that took me down to my knees. Waves rushed over me, holding me down until I shot back up through the surface. I got to the raft. It slammed into me, but I held onto it to keep from going under again. I reached blindly around for the rope and the stake that I’d shoved into the ground to hold the boat on the beach, a beach that had now been swallowed by the ocean. Amazingly, the stake was still holding fast. But it wouldn’t be for long.

  I dove under and yanked hard to get the stake free. Then I dragged the boat to higher ground. The only access to this island was by raft or flat bottom motorboat. The shoreline was too shallow for anything more. We needed the inflatable boat to get off the island.

  I dragged the boat past the water line. The wind lifted it up like a heavy balloon, and it smacked into me. I pushed it back down and moved faster toward the trees. I planned to tie it to the biggest, sturdiest palm. It would get battered to hell, but it was made of tough enough rubber to endure the storm.

  As I pulled the boat up toward the trees, the air above my head whistled. A strong gust swept through the trees. The boat sprang up and flew at me. The last thing I saw before darkness was the small outboard motor flying at my head.

  Chapter 18

  Dani

  Tommy was taking way too long. It was a short walk to the beach. I sat on the bed for a long time with my arms around my knees, jumping at every loud noise and bolt of lightning. Then something, a feeling of dread, washed over me. Something had happened.

  I got up and pulled on my dress and shoes. Rain and wi
nd still assaulted the hut like a small hurricane. I shoved the door open. It got caught by a gust of wind and flew open, smacking the house and nearly breaking off its hinges.

  My dress flew up around my legs, and I badly wished I’d had something more than a cotton shift. Even a pair of panties would have helped my confidence. The surrounding foliage had been ripped and torn so badly, I had no real idea which direction to go to find the trail that led to the beach.

  I followed my instincts and trudged through some fallen palm fronds. It was nearly impossible to see with the sharp wind and rain smacking my face. A long branch from a bush slapped my face hard enough to bring tears to my eyes. I reached up and felt the warm trickle of blood on my fingers. My cheek had been cut.

  I stood still for a second and tried to get my bearings. “Tommy!” I called, but my voice was drowned out by the wind. One more step and my foot got sucked into a deep puddle. I pulled my leg free, but my shoe came off.

  I reached down to dig it out just as another brutal gust of wind rushed through the canopy. A snapping sound behind me made me glance back. The sharp branch looked like a thin arm with claws as it arced down toward me. I moved out of its path, but as it sprang back, it went beneath my dress. It scraped painfully along my leg and hip as it jammed tightly under my dress. It had me. My dress was caught on the branch, and with the force of the bent branch holding me there, I couldn’t move. It pulled the dress so hard against me, I couldn’t even shimmy out of it. I was the tree’s captive, and I wondered how long it would be before a bolt of lightning struck me.

  “Tommy!” I screamed. “Tommy!” I knew my cries for help were useless. Nothing could be heard over the clamor of the storm.

  Blood dripped from my cheek onto the fabric of my dress and then spread like red ink. The scrapes on my leg and hip felt warm with blood as well. But the cold rain, coupled with the relentless wind, was chilling me to the bone.