Little Brats Jenna: Forbidden Taboo Erotica

by Selena Kitt

  She probably wouldn’t have dared it, if their correspondence hadn’t increased to a fever pitch. She’d become a slave to the mailman, intercepting letters from the prison so her mother wouldn’t find them. Jeanie and Keith were seeing each other more openly now. Her mother had actually expected Jenna to be happy about it. That was a laugh.

  But as long as Jeanie was distracted, Jenna could keep writing to Scott without incident or interruption. And she had. They had exchanged sexual fantasies again and again, increasing their output at a fever pitch. Jenna pleasured herself every night, often multiple times, reading his words to her. And they were to her, now, she was sure of it. Yes, he thought he was writing to his wife, but he kept saying how changed she was, how different, and of course, that was true.

  Because he was communicating with his stepdaughter, not his wife.

  The deception was hard to maintain, but she had a plan. It was finally coming together.

  She had filled out all the proper forms, the background check was completed, and she’d practiced her mother’s signature again and again. They made their “J’s” exactly the same. Now it was time for Scott MacKenzie to have a conjugal visit with his “wife.”

  Jenna had thoroughly researched conjugal visits. She was surprised to find internet chat rooms about the subject, but now she knew that many female visitors were afraid of being watched during sex in the apartment used for conjugal visits that was housed within the walls of the prison. She learned that many female visitors requested the lights be off completely in the room, so no pervert guard could watch.

  It was perfect. The room would be dark, and Scott wouldn’t know until it was too late that he was having sex with his stepdaughter, not his wife. And Jenna had six hours alone with him—even if she had to pretend to be her mother,

  “Well,” the woman guard, looking down her nose at Jenna, made her feel like a common criminal herself. Her heart was beating fifty miles an hour and she felt the guilt like a weight on her chest. “Here we are.”

  They stopped at an unmarked door. Jenna felt her knees wanting to give out again.

  “The room is dark, as requested,” the female guard gave her a knowing look. “He’s waiting inside. Soap, condoms and lube are on the night stand. You look scared, Mrs. MacKenzie. First time?”

  “Yes. My first time,” Jenna replied truthfully, although she meant it in more ways than one.

  The guard only nodded as she opened the door. In seconds, Jenna found herself literally locked into a pitch black room.

  “Jeanie?” Scott’s voice, cutting through the darkness. “I’m here, baby. Reach out and take my hand.”

  She fumbled in the darkness, her knees hitting the edge of a bed, and then his hand found her, big and rough and swallowing hers. She gasped, despite her determination not to speak, not to give herself away. Not until it was too late. She had to make her fantasy come true, right here, now.

  “I’ve got you,” he soothed, tugging her beside him on the bed. She sank onto the mattress. It was springy and ridiculously thin, but it was a bed, and that’s all that mattered. “You okay?”

  His hand squeezed hers. She nodded, but then realized he couldn’t see her in the dark.

  “Can I touch you?” His hand moved up her arm and she shivered. “You said you’ve lost weight. I wish I could see you, but I know why you asked for darkness.”

  She’d been sure to tell him in her letters that, due to all the stress and her guilt, she couldn’t eat and had lost a lot of weight so he wouldn’t be expecting his well-padded wife. This was his “new” wife—svelte and trim.

  “Are you okay?” he asked, his hand coming up to caress her cheek.

  Again, she just nodded, but this time, he could feel it.

  She knew, if she spoke, her ruse would be all over. She’d made it through the worst of the roadblocks, and now that she was here, on a bed with him, she wondered if a man could tell the difference between one woman and another in the dark. She figured she had all the biological similarities in her favor. At least, she hoped she did.

  “I can’t believe you’re here,” he breathed, cupping her face in his hands.

  He kissed her, softly, lightly, and she let out a small sound, almost a whimper. No words, she told herself, as his mouth slanted across hers, his tongue dipping in to taste her. It was difficult not to speak, not to gush at him, tell him how she felt, now that she was here, in his arms.

  Their breathing grew rapid as their hands began to roam. He was wearing something, a shirt, pants, something light and cotton maybe. A jailbird’s jumper. It made her wince, but it didn’t matter. She peeled off his shirt, her fingers fluttering over his chest. His skin was warm under her hand as she let it move down his chest, over his belly, gasping at the hard ridges of his abdomen.

  “I’ve been working out.” He chuckled. “Not much else to do in here to take the edge off.”

  She remembered him as fit, rugged, but this was something else altogether. She wished for light now too, so she could see him, but knew it wasn’t possible. Her fingers brushed over his nipples, already hard, and he hissed when she gave one a light pinch before continuing to explore the hills and valleys of his amazing, new six pack abs. She drew an unseen picture on his flesh with one long fingernail, wishing she could see the light red scratches on his skin.

  He moaned when she moved her hands to his thighs, nudging his erection on the way. He lifted his hips willingly when she tugged at his pants, yanking them off. His boxers too. She massaged the hard muscles of his thighs, from knee to crotch, until her hands brushed his balls. He sucked in a gulp of air as she slid off the mattress, her stomach clenching and fluttering, as she moved to nibble and nip at the thick mass of his thighs.

  He let her do what she wanted, moaning softly but not moving to touch her. They’d talked about this in their letters. She’d requested that she be the one to initiate, to take the lead. He’d promised her, anything she wanted, but now his muscles tightened, his hands clenching, as she teased and tempted him.

  She couldn’t resist the urge to stretch her tongue out to taste his testicles. They were large, heavy, and she explored them, taste and touch, with her tongue and hands. She felt his body tense, knew how hard it must be not to move, not to touch her too. She nosed his ball sack, letting the hair tickle her cheeks. Gently, she sucked them, first one, then the other, enjoyed the noises, the animalistic, agonizing cries coming from deep in his throat.

  She rubbed one finger along the tight stretch of skin between his balls and behind, making him jump and twitch. He tasted amazing, salty and male. He smelled like cheap soap, but also like she remembered him too. He felt like nothing she’d ever imagined, all soft skin over hard muscles.

  By the time she grazed a finger over his erection, the skin tight, veins bulging, she was pulsing inside to be taken, fucked, stretched wide by him. She grabbed his cock, feeling it throb in her hand, and he let out a strangled cry, his hands coming to her head, holding her on him, not allowing her to move.

  “You suck me at all, baby, and I’ll explode,” he told her, his breath coming fast. “I’m out of my mind with wanting you.”

  She turned her head, sucking one of his fingers between her lips, sucking him like she’d suck his cock, and he moaned at the sensation.

  “Baby, I want you so bad.” His finger moved in and out, mimicking sex. It made her pussy throb and ache.

  She couldn’t speak, but she could show him what she wanted.

  Rising to her feet, still positioned between his thighs, she brought his hand up to her crotch. She’d worn something without buttons or zippers, at his request. Just a t-shirt and a pair of shorts.

  “Oh baby, you’re so fucking hot.” He moaned as she rocked his hand between her legs. “I’ve dreamed about your pussy. You’re all I can think about.”

  She whimpered when he pulled the crotch of both shorts and panties aside, his rough fingers parting her bare, smooth pussy lips. She was shaved, also as requested. They�
�d shared so much back and forth in their correspondence, she knew just what he liked, what he wanted.

  “Oh fuck.” He moaned, his fingers slipping into her. “Wet! So fucking wet!”

  Jenna bit her lip to keep from crying out when his thumb brushed her clit. Her hips moved all on their own, responding to his touch. His hands were huge, covering her whole mound, and the other one slid up under her t-shirt, cupping her breast through her bra.

  “Damn, baby, you’ve really lost a lot of weight.” His voice was full of wonder now as his hands roamed. She let him touch her, explore, as he pulled her shorts and panties down. She stepped out of them, sliding out of her slip-on shoes. He slid her t-shirt off over her head, and she unhooked her bra for him, letting her breasts spill into his waiting hands.

  “Come here.” He pulled her quickly into his lap so she was straddling him. She felt his erection trapped between them, throbbing and hard, as he licked and sucked her nipples. Her hands moved through his hair, cut shockingly short, and she sighed and moaned at the sensation as his tongue bathed her breasts, his breath coming hot and fast.

  “I have to taste you,” he growled, shifting her onto the bed, so she was on her back.

  Jenna cried out when he buried his tongue in her flesh, licking her from back to belly, again and again, like a starving man who had just discovered a buffet full of food. When he sucked her little clit between his lips, she gasped and bucked, her pussy pulsing against his tongue. He lashed at her cunt, spanking it with his tongue, his fingers finding their way into her flesh.

  “Mmmmm!” Her hips rose, all on their own, her thighs quivering with need. “Nnnnn!”

  They weren’t words, but they were close. She wanted to call out, to say his name, to tell him to lick her, make her come, but she couldn’t. Instead, she threw an arm over her mouth and bit down hard, sinking her teeth into her own flesh as his hungry, eager mouth sent her flying into orbit.

  Her body jolted, twisting, his hands grabbing her hips to keep her steady as she climaxed, her pussy clamping around the plunge of his fingers deep into the pink depths of her hole.

  Oh fuck! Fuck, Daddy, fuck! You made me come so harrrrrd!

  She couldn’t breathe. Jenna reached for him, desperate, and he leaned in to kiss her, tongue probing, forcing the taste of her own pussy into her mouth. It was heady and she gasped, her nails raking across his shoulders and back. She felt the press of his cock against her thigh and reached for it, hearing his sharp intake of breath.

  “Easy,” he urged, but he let her aim him, rub him over her folds, between them, up and down her wet slit. “Ohhhhh fucckkk. Easy, easy.”

  He was going to come fast, but she didn’t care.

  “Put it in,” he urged, moving his hips forward. “I have to be inside you.”

  She positioned the head right at her hole, bumping her own hips up, and he paused only a second before pushing in, hard and fast, making her breath catch. She trembled at the sudden invasion. She’d fucked herself before with toys and even the occasional vegetable, but nothing had ever felt like this.

  “I jerked off twenty times this morning, I swear to God, hoping I’d be able to fuck you more than a minute.” He chuckled, taking a deep breath, and she giggled. “I may not last long. You’re so fucking tight!”

  Jenna’s eyes flew open in the dark. Would he know the difference? Would this end things? But he didn’t stop. Instead, he began to move, sinking into her flesh, his face buried against the soft skin of her neck, his breath coming faster and faster in her ear.

  “Oh baby, you feel so good,” he moaned, grinding his hips into her, buried so deep it hurt. She loved it, panting along with him, meeting him, rocking in the darkness. Her pussy welcomed him home like it was meant for his cock.

  “Tell me,” he urged, sinking deep into her flesh. “Oh fuck, fuck! Tell me you want it. Tell me you want my cum!”

  Jenna cried out, clinging fast to him, unable to help it. He felt so good inside of her, taking her, claiming her with every thrust. She did want it. She wanted every last drop of his cum.

  “Fill me, Daddy,” she whispered into his ear, giving herself away in that instant and not caring in the least. Her sex pulsed on the edge of a precipice and he was going to take her there. “I want you. I want all of you. Come for me. Come inside me.”

  He growled and thrust and buried himself into her with a sharp cry. Jenna came too, the contractions of her orgasm transporting her over the edge of bliss. She cried out and bucked underneath him, his fingers digging into the flesh of her ass. She saw stars in the darkness and lapsed into a moment of nothingness. She was just a mass of throbbing bliss.

  Before she could steady her breathing, before her inner walls stopped clenching him, he collapsed onto her. He held her tight, making it hard for her to breathe, and she reveled in the feeling.

  What have I done?

  She waited for him to acknowledge her words, cringing at the memory.

  “You cut it shorter.” He sniffed at her neck as he petted her hair.

  He sniffed again, and she felt him stiffen. Now he would remember, make the connection that his brain hadn’t before.

  “You smell different.” His hand moved through her hair, over her shoulder, down her body as he rolled off her onto his elbow. “Maybe it’s just been too long, but something… feels different. You feel different. Maybe I’m going crazy, but this… it feels almost like the first time we’ve ever been together. I can’t explain it.”

  “I can,” she dared in her own voice. She felt him freeze as she said the words. Then she said it again, just to jog her memory. “Daddy.”

  “What?” He pushed away from her, moving to stand.

  She sat up, searching for something to cover herself with, but there was nothing. Light flooded the room, making her blink to adjust to the change. It took a few moments for her vision to clear, to be able to see Scott standing beside the bed, naked, his half sheathed cock dripping with her juices, as he stood like a statue staring at her, open-mouthed.

  “Jenna?” he whispered, horrified.

  She turned to him on the bed, not hiding herself, but preparing for anything. Squared shoulders, stiff back, she faced him head on now as she waited for the proverbial shit to hit the fan.

  “I can explain,” she said.

  He didn’t move. He didn’t say anything. His arms straightened beside him as his fingers curled into fists. He cocked his head at her, incredulous.

  “Listen to me,” she said, blinking back the tears that blurred her vision. “I’m the one who’s been writing to you.”

  “You?” he breathed, shaking his head, trying to make sense of her words. “But Jeanie…”

  “She didn’t even open them!” Jenna cried. “She shoved them to the back of a drawer. I found them. I was the one who opened them. I was the one who read them. I was the one who cared enough to write you back.”

  “Oh Jenna…” His expression was pained, tortured.

  “She ruined your life,” she reminded him.

  “She’s my wife.” He groaned, sitting beside her on the bed, head in his hands. “You’re my daughter.”

  “She only married you for your money,” Jenna blurted.

  “Jenna, stop.” He held a hand up, shaking his head, turning from her. She couldn’t let this happen.

  “It’s true!” She grabbed his forearm, thick and strong. “You don’t understand. It was her and my father—Keith, my real father—he planned it. The whole thing. He divorced her so she could marry you. Don’t you see?”

  “What?” He turned to look at her, confusion in his eyes. “What?”

  “She embezzled the money and she gave it all to him,” she told him. “That’s why they never found the money.”

  “I…” He shook his head again, blinking fast, trying to absorb what she’d said.

  “My heart broke for you when I found out,” she went on. “I just had to do something. They destroyed your life. You gave up everything—your business, yo
ur family, your freedom—for nothing. She never loved you.”

  “But her letters…”

  “They were from me.” She reached out and touched his cheek. “They were all from me. I’m the one who told you how much I loved you, how much I wanted you—and I do. I do.”

  “It was you?” He pressed his hand over hers to his cheek. “It was you.”

  She nodded, letting it sink in. She couldn’t help her tears. They came unbidden and she let them fall, never taking her gaze from his.

  “Oh, sweetheart.” He gathered her into his arms and she let him, needing the feel of his warm flesh against hers. She sank into his full embrace. As she cried through continued whispers of apologies, in return, he ran his hand over her hair, soothing her by shushing her. Her mind went back to a time, not that long ago, when she’d had her heart broken by a guy and he’d held her tight, whispering to her about all that she was, all she had to offer that the loser couldn’t see. She’d wanted to kiss him then as she’d looked up into his eyes to find them misty.

  “I’m trying to wrap my head around this.” He pulled back to look at her, smoothing her hair. “It was you who wrote me all those naughty letters?”

  She nodded, flushing.

  “I kept thinking how different Jeanie seemed.” He shook his head. “She’d changed so much. But she hadn’t changed at all.”

  “No.” Jenna sighed. “They’re planning to take your business. They’re scheming, even now.”

  “Over my dead body.” His eyes flashed.

  “That’s what I wanted to hear.” She smiled. “You have to fight. You have to get out of here.”

  “It’s not going to be that easy.” He frowned. “I’d need proof.”

  “I can get that,” she assured him.

  “Even if you can, I perjured myself,” he countered. “I admitted I did it.”