EROTICA: 10 GROUP MMF FIRST TIME TABOO BRAT SEX STORIES (MEGA COLLECTION BUNDLE: Man of the House, MFF, MMF, Alpha Men Gang, Menage Romance — BONUS FREE BOOK: Stepbrother Forbidden Romance)

by Sophia Taboo

  I’d always wanted two kids of my own. And now, after seeing me spend so much more time with Amanda, Michelle was growing jealous.

  She’d come home from soccer practice even perkier and sexier than before. She wouldn’t even bother with hiding when she would wipe the sweat from her pristine breasts. She made a show of it, if anything.

  The fact that she’d gone shopping and bought several new sports bras, each one more low-cut than any of the others she owned, was not lost on me. I noticed. And she noticed me noticing.

  There was no way to ignore those tits. They were perfect; perky, round, full, and firm. With her muscular soccer player thighs, her tight abs, her round ass that just made you want to bite it, and those tits, there was no denying that she was an archetype of sexual womanhood.

  My time, however, was running short. With Amanda’s pregnancy progressing, it was only a matter of time before she would start to show. I had to get a baby into Michelle before that happened or I’d miss my opportunity forever.

  If Amanda’s belly began to bulge (and it wouldn’t be long now; her breasts had already begun to swell and she was eating even more than normal for a varsity volleyball star), my cause would be lost. I’d still have the one child, but I wanted my second, and I wasn’t going to let anything get in my way.

  But how?

  With Amanda the opportunity had presented itself. Go away for the weekend with her and the volleyball team, get a hotel room, make sure to fuck her brains out every night. That one was easy.

  As for Michelle, it would be a little more complicated.

  For one thing, Michelle had a boyfriend. Not that I thought the little punk was any threat to my experience and size (which was substantial), but he was an obstacle that I’d have to overcome.

  There was also the simple matter of “when” and “where” I could get her alone long enough to seduce her, fuck her, fill her with my seed, and get her pregnant.

  Just like I’d done with her sister, I’d been monitoring her cycles and I knew when she would be the most fertile. A window was coming up the following week, and I knew I had to jump at this chance. It was just those two questions that remained: when and how?

  That’s when it hit me.

  Michelle had been talking for months about a weekend-long training camp with her soccer idol. I couldn’t remember the woman’s name, but I knew I had a brochure about the camp somewhere around the house.

  I dug through the drawers and finally found it. Just as I thought I remembered, the camp was the next weekend, perfectly in the middle of her fertility window. If I was going to act, I had to act fast.

  Without talking to anyone, I got on the phone to the camp to see if I could still reserve a spot for the weekend. They had two left and one could be mine. I took it. I don’t even remember what it cost because it didn’t matter. One way or another I was getting my hot blonde stepdaughter away for the weekend and I was going to get a baby in her.

  I found a hotel that the camp recommended and booked a room. I got two beds (just like I’d done with Amanda) simply for appearances. I didn’t want to arouse any suspicion after all.

  The rest of the day passed so slowly I could hardly stand it. I just wanted to get to the end of the day when we’d all sit down for dinner so I could announce what I’d done.

  Finally, after the longest hours of my life, the end of the day arrived and everyone began filing in from work, school, and practice.

  Michelle and Amanda came in together, both in unbearably short, tight spandex shorts and low cut sports bras. The two of them teased their own hair and struck poses in the kitchen that they pretended not to see me watching, but I was watching. At one point Amanda knocked something off the counter and bent over to pick it up, spreading her legs a bit and bending at the hips, her ass pointed directly at my face. I nearly had to excuse myself.

  Kathleen came in the side door a few minutes later and I busied myself with my papers again. I did, after all, have a case coming up that was a rather expensive one, so I did really need to be working as much as I could. This trip I’d just planned would get in the way of some of the work, but I was sure one of my aids could prep the briefs just as well as I could and buy me the time I needed to complete my plan.

  As soon as everyone was settled and dinner was underway, I stood up from the table and said that I had a surprise for Michelle.

  It was wonderful to watch the expression on Amanda’s face drop into serious resentment and jealousy. I shouldn’t get off on making my own stepdaughter-slash-baby momma jealous, but it was so delicious to watch her seethe throughout the following conversation that I couldn’t help but enjoy it. What can I say? An ego boost’s an ego boost.

  “Ladies, I was thinking today, and I realized that there is something coming up that we’d not done anything about. I decided to do something about it today.”

  “Honey, what are you talking about?” Kathleen asked.

  “I’ll tell you,” I said. “Michelle…” she looked at me longingly with those big, soft eyes of hers, framed by her long golden hair that cascaded over her supple, tanned shoulders, making me want to lick the sweat from her taught, young body.

  “Michelle, you had told us about a camp that you were very interested in going to,” I said.

  I saw her excitement rise and Amanda’s fall. Such a fascinating transition to see.

  “Well, we’d kind of forgotten about the camp, and we haven’t really discussed it for a few weeks, and I’m sure that you thought we’d all forgotten about it.”

  She was nearly panting now. Watching her breasts heave up and down with anticipation was almost more than I could take. I wanted to leap across the counter to where she should and take her right then and there on the kitchen floor.

  I wanted to grab her by the hips, yank her shorts to the ground, take her down to the floor, spread her legs and penetrate her on the cold linoleum until she couldn’t take any more.

  I wanted to shove my massive cock into her tight, athletic pussy and pound her into the ground. I wanted to feel her thighs squeeze my hips as I shoved my dick in and out of her, sliding through the wet, soft pinch of her tight nubile hole. I wanted to fuck her until I came and fill her with my hot, sticky seed, holding it in her until I was sure that she would conceive. Then I wanted her to lick my cock clean with that cute little pink tongue that I wanted to desperately to peruse my shaft.

  That’s what I wanted, at least, and soon I would have it. For now, I had to wait.

  “Well,” I continued, pushing my lustful thoughts to the back of my mind for another time, “we haven’t forgotten, and I called the camp today and booked you a slot.”

  Amanda’s face set in a tight line of jealous rage while Michelle screamed and jumped up and down, bouncing those perfect tits so unfairly. God, to have those in my mouth, to fondle and fuck them, pinching my cock between them and jizzing all over her face, matting her hair with my cum… it was a grown man’s waking wet dream.

  Michelle ran over to me and threw her arms around my neck, pressing her sweat-sticky body to mine as tightly as she could. She pressed her hips against me very obviously and gyrated her hips just enough to give my cock a little stimulation with her thigh as she hugged me in her excitement.

  Whether she did it on purpose or not, I don’t know. Either way, it took everything I had not to pop up to attention right then and there in the kitchen for all to see.

  “Thank you so much!” she squealed, squeezing me tighter, her breath brushing the hairs of my neck, her lips tickling my skin. I could feel her mouth on my neck and I wanted her to bite me, to suck on my neck, and then slide her body down onto her knees and suck my cock.

  I could just picture my thick, long shaft in her mouth, her big eyes staring up at me as she swallowed me down her throat. I could imagine my hand on the back of her head, pressing my long dick as far back as it would go until she gagged.

  But again, it would have to wait.

  “Honey…” Kathleen cooed, “Ca
n we talk in the other room for a minute?”

  I disentangled myself from Michelle, much to my chagrin, and joined my wife in the living room while the girls stayed in the kitchen. What that conversation must have been like, I have no idea.

  “What the hell are you doing?” Kathleen snapped at me.

  “I’m doing something nice for our daughter,” I replied simply.

  “You’re singling her out,” came the rebuttal. “Did you not see how upset you just made Amanda?”

  “There aren’t any volleyball camps right now,” I said. “As soon as there is one, we’ll send her to it, but Michelle has been talking about this camp for months and I realized that it was coming up and I didn’t want to wait to discuss it before I jumped at getting her a slot. It’s a good thing I did, too, since there was only one left.”

  I figured a little white lie for emphasis would be tolerable. Considering my other transgressions in our marriage thus far and forthcoming, this was relatively minor, I thought.

  “I really wish you would have at least called me first,” she said, obviously angry.

  “Babe, I didn’t have time,” I said. “I saw the brochure, I called them, there was only one spot left, I didn’t want to risk missing out on it for Michelle. I mean, if I had called you, what would you have said?”

  “What?”

  “If I had called you, what would you have said about it?” I asked again.

  She thought about it for a moment, taken a bit aback by my question.

  “I suppose we would have agreed that we should send her,” she said looking rather defeated.

  “Okay, see, there we go,” I said decisively. “Look, I’m sorry I didn’t include you in this first, but I know you’ve got a lot going on at work, and I couldn’t wait to make a snap decision on this. For Michelle’s sake.”

  “Alright,” she said with a bit of a sting to it. “It’s fine.”

  “Okay,” I said.

  “So who, exactly, do you see going with her on this trip?” she asked. “You’ve got your case that needs your full attention and I can’t leave town next weekend with the project still on the table.”

  “I already took care of it,” I replied proudly. “I have two of my top aids working through the briefs and I’ll be able to log on remotely during the day to work with them. I got the hotel all arranged and everything. It’s all set.”

  She stared at me, completely at a loss as to how to feel. Anger, gratitude, wonder, jealousy, disappointment all flashed across her face in a matter of seconds. I may have taken too big a risk with this strategy, but it seemed like it would hold together long enough to achieve my goal.

  “Fine,” she said with finality. “Fine.”

  She walked out of the room and marched upstairs. I knew I was in for a tongue-lashing or the silent treatment (which I’ve never understood. Why women think that not-yelling-at us is a punishment just baffles me), but it was worth it. Three days of privacy in a hotel room with Michelle was all I needed to make my move and do what needed to be done.

  Chapter 2

  As I expected, the following week or so brought a lot of resentment from both Kathleen and Amanda. I made sure to placate them both in the best way I knew how. For Kathleen, that was mostly with apologies and making sure the dishes were done. For Amanda, it was some extra private time as often as I could spare.

  She was somewhat insistent that I make time for her, given that she was already carrying my child and now I was going away with her sister for the weekend. I promised that I already had what I wanted in that she was bearing my child, and that no one would come between us.

  In a way, I was telling the truth. I just left out the part about wanting a second child, as well, and that, though Michelle wouldn’t come between us, she was going to become involved as soon as I could possibly make it happen.

  Either way, I lost many hours of sleep that night with my tongue in Amanda’s twat, flicking the tip of it over her clit, shoving it inside her pussy and licking the folds that pulsated and throbbed with wet, savory pleasure. Night after night we found a way to sneak into somewhere private for an hour or two so I could pound my massive cock into her tight, wet pussy.

  I’d roll her on her stomach in the back seat of my car, one of her legs dangling off onto the floor, the other folded under her, and ram my cock into her from behind, muffling her screams in the leather seats.

  I’d pin her against the wall in my home office with the door locked, her hand over her own mouth to stifle the sound, and lift her into the air. Her thighs would wrap around and her ankles would lock behind my lower back while I’d penetrate her and fill her with my semen over and over again.

  Then when her pussy just couldn’t take any more abuse, she’d sink to her knees and suck my cock and balls until I’d cum in her mouth and on her face, shooting my hot seed on her checks for her to lick it up, scooping it into her horny little mouth that had just been wrapped around my shaft.

  So yes, I made sure to keep her satisfied before taking her sister into my bed, too.

  The weekend finally came and Michelle and I loaded our bags into the car. Kathleen and Amanda saw us off with feigned smiles on each of their faces. Michelle’s elation was genuine, at least, and I was counting on her overwhelming excitement to heighten her desire for what I would present.

  The drive up to the camp was gorgeous and we talked the entire way. Once we arrived at the hotel, there was only about forty-five minutes before sign-in would begin for the camp, so my plans would have to wait until later.

  We got our bags inside, Michelle got changed, and we headed over to the sign in table. It was outside the soccer fields, of which there were four. This idol of Michelle’s would be teaching advanced techniques and strategy to one hundred senior varsity soccer players from around the country over the course of three days. The brochure and all the accompanying materials promised that it would be brutal, challenging, and exhausting.

  I just hoped it wouldn’t be too exhausting.

  Once Michelle was signed-in, she was off and running (literally). I stuck around to watch for a minute or two. I always enjoyed watching her play soccer. The way she’d contort her face with strain and effort, the way the sweat would make her skin glow, the way her hair would whip around, sticking to her face and neck and shoulders, the way her breasts would bounce beneath her jersey… it was incredibly sexy to watch her work.

  However, I also had work to do. I tore myself away and went back to the hotel room. I got online and worked on my case until dinnertime. I ordered some room service since I knew the girls were provided meals during the camp. The BLT I got was passable, but I wouldn’t be ordering it again.

  Around 7pm the door clicked open and Michelle came in with her bag. She was muddy, sweaty, and glowing with the endorphin rush she’d experienced all day. She launched into the tales of what she learned that first day without a second thought.

  I slowly logged off and shut down my computer while she regaled me with tales of the day. I listened with what appeared to be rapt attention, but all the while I just tried to figure how I would get inside her as fast as possible that night.

  As she talked, she began to strip pieces of clothing off and throw them on the floor. I couldn’t believe it but it seemed that this might turn out just as easy as her sister had.

  She flung her jersey on top of her bag, revealing the tight black sports bra that she had most recently purchased. She kicked off her cleats and pulled her socks off. Her powerful legs were splattered with mud and grass stains and she revealed more and more as she stripped.

  She bent down without a second thought and stripped her shorts off right there in front of me, throwing them to the side and standing before me in her athletic, nubile glory in nothing but her sports bra and the tight, black spandex spanks she wore underneath.

  She cut off her story abruptly and walked into the bathroom, closing the door behind her but not, I noticed, locking it. I heard the shower rush on and my dick stiffen
ed in my pants. The opportunity I’d waited for was fast approaching and I didn’t want to miss it.

  I took off my shoes and socks to expedite what was to come and made sure that the bed was cleared off in case we needed it. I stood up and made a lap around the room thinking through what might happen. I checked myself for anything out of place. My khakis and belt were fine, my shoes were off, my polo shirt would be easily removed, and that would be all she wrote.

  The shower turned off and I heard Michelle call to me from the bathroom.

  “Hey, can you bring me a towel?”

  “Isn’t there one in there?” I asked instinctively before realizing what a boneheaded question it was.

  “I can’t reach it,” she called back.

  I took a breath outside the bathroom door. This is it, I thought.

  I opened the door and steam billowed out. The mirror was fogged up and the shower curtain was pulled closed. I found a towel on the shelf across the room from the shower and picked it up.

  I walked to the curtain and stood just barely outside it.

  “Here you go,” I said, my cock starting to throb in my pants in the hope that I was about to achieve my goal.

  The shower curtain opened more than it should have, and Michelle held it just barely covering her tits and crotch. She clearly revealed one of her legs and her whole head and shoulder, but kept the goods hidden for now.

  She looked at me standing there, holding a towel at waist height, not extending my hand at all but keeping the white cotton towel near my body.

  “Well can I have it?” she asked a little coyly.

  “Sure,” I said, extending it slightly.

  She snatched at it and I held it tight. She very nearly lost her grip on the curtain trying to get it from me, but managed to hold on to both.

  “What are you doing?” she laughed.

  “Something,” I said, taking a step closer to the shower, still holding the towel, pulling her toward me as I moved toward her, “that I’ve wanted to do for a very long time.”

  She breathed more heavily and pulled the towel tighter.