Too Big Taboo Bundle: Naughty Brats, Forbidden First Time, Man of the House

by Veronica Vaughn

  The end of the song was approaching, meaning it was time for the final twirl. Daddy must have seen the nervousness in my eyes, because he leaned into me, his lips gently brushing my ear as he whispered encouragement to me.

  “That’s my little girl,” he murmured. “That’s the way.”

  I stared into those blue eyes of his, and he returned my gaze. He grinned, and I couldn’t help but smile. He swiveled and our bodies separated. He raised my hand high above my head as I whirled around and around, spinning like a professional. Suddenly he broke off my momentum, swinging me down and sliding his hand underneath me to catch my fall. I dipped low, my back arched, my long hair brushing the stage floor as my arm flew back dramatically.

  Almost as soon as he dipped me, Daddy whipped my body upright and turned me toward the crowd at the exact instant the music stopped. Everyone cheered. I couldn’t believe it! I was giddy with excitement and trying desperately to catch my breath. Wanting to thank Daddy, I turned to face him. The look on his face was one part fatherly pride, two parts something else, a devilish gleam in his eye that both excited and completely flustered me.

  Daddy leaned in and tenderly kissed my cheek. His chin was prickly with scruff and it raked across my cheek, a slightly painful and unexpectedly nice sensation. He raised his lips to my ear and whispered so only I could hear.

  “Your next lesson begins tonight.”

  V.

  My celebration was short-lived. Riley accosted me the second I walked behind the stage curtain. Daddy had gone back to his table to settle his tab, leaving me to fend for myself against the angry boy that had already been so cruel to me.

  “You ruined everything,” Riley seethed. “What the hell is wrong with you?”

  “I’m sorry,” I pleaded, “There were so many people watching that I just got nervous …”

  “You’re a dumb little cunt,” he snarled, cutting me off. “I’ll teach you to embarrass me like that.”

  He grabbed my arm, his fingers digging sharply into my bare skin.

  “Stop! Let me go!”

  Riley ignored my protests, dragging me back onto the stage. To my horror, our scuffle drew the attention of the audience. Gaggles of wealthy men and women were eager to watch the drama unfolding. The orchestra began to play confusedly, and I could hear a flailing cellist desperately trying to keep time with the other instruments.

  “Dance, bitch,” Riley hissed through his teeth. “And get it right this time.”

  I tried to pull away from him, but he wouldn’t let go. He was forcing me to dance, humiliating me in front of everyone. In spite of my best efforts, I began to cry all over again, trying to keep up with Riley as he dragged me roughly to the dance moves.

  A pair of footsteps stormed the stage, echoing above the orchestra.

  “Stop the music,” a strong voice shouted.

  Daddy!

  The next thing I knew, my stepfather had grabbed Riley’s wrist, breaking the boy’s grasp on me. Daddy turned to me and wiped away the dark, wet mascara that had dribbled down my cheek. He had come to save me.

  “Let’s go, Abbi,” he growled, leading me off the stage and past the shocked onlookers, down the middle of the cavernous theater and out the front door, into the cool summer night.

  Daddy noticed me shivering, and he draped his suit jacket over my bare shoulders as he took me across the street to his car. He opened the passenger-side door and helped me in. After he had begun to drive away, taking us home, another tear trickled down my cheek. I had made such a mess of a night that was supposed to be all about my debut to high society.

  “Daddy, I’m sorry I embarrassed you,” I said.

  “There’s no way you could embarrass me,” he instantly replied. “Quite the opposite, in fact. The truth is, baby, I was so proud of you tonight. Not everyone would have found the courage to get back up and finish the dance. But that’s exactly what you did. Once you found your rhythm, no one moved more beautifully than you did up on that stage.”

  Daddy always knew exactly what to say. Gratitude washed over me. I wanted to hug him right there in the car, to kiss him and tell him how much I loved him. He must have noticed because he reached over and nuzzled the back of my neck with his hand, his strong, rough fingers massaging my skin. Then he playfully ruffled my hair, messing it up, just like he did when I was little.

  “Hey! You stop that!” I teased, smoothing out my long hair.

  Daddy’s fingers darted for the sensitive place along my ribs, tickling me until I howled with laughter, trapped by my seat belt and squirming in my seat. “Okay, okay,” I panted. “You win.”

  “Yes, I do,” he grinned.

  The drive home was only fifteen minutes, but I had such a big evening that I was completely exhausted. Daddy had been driving just a few miles when I nodded off to sleep. I didn’t even realize when we were pulling down our long driveway and into the garage. When I woke up, Daddy was carrying me like a sleeping baby up the steps, toward my bedroom. My arms were wrapped around his neck.

  “Shh, go back to sleep,” he murmured.

  “What about my lesson?” I protested groggily.

  “The lesson can wait, my sleeping beauty,” he soothed, tucking me into bed and turning out the lights. “Get some rest and we’ll see about tomorrow.”

  “Thank you, Daddy,” I mumbled, already drifting back to sleep.

  VI.

  The day after the debutante ball, I couldn't spend much time with Daddy because Sasha and I were getting ready for the huge party being thrown for all the graduating seniors from our high school. By coincidence, the party was being held at a mansion just down the street from where Daddy and I live. There would probably be kegs of beer and lots of flowing liquor, not to mention a big trashcan full of fruit punch. “Trash Can Punch” didn’t strike me as the most enticing drink out there, but Sasha insisted that I would try it, and like it. She swore the drink was actually quite delicious.

  “Maybe tonight is the big night when you finally pop your cherry," Sasha said, leaning close to my bedroom mirror and applying a thick coat of red lipstick. "I'm sure there's a boy out there who'd love to stick his prick into your tight little pussy."

  “Get your mind out of the gutter, Sash!” I howled. “I just hope Riley's not there."

  “Of course he's going to be there, along with all the other boys from school. My advice is to get over him, and what he did, as soon as possible. Don’t let him ruin your good time.”

  “Oh, you’re right,” I sighed.

  “Of course I am.”

  Sasha glanced at me approvingly, admiring my looks. I was wearing a black low-cut blouse and a push-up bra that made my tits look bigger than they had any right to appear. My round little ass looked great in my tight blue jeans. Of course, Sasha looked even sexier in a too-tight mini-skirt that left very little to the imagination.

  “You look fucking hot,” Sasha said. “And I know I look hot. Speaking of hotness, by the way, where has your stepdad run off to?”

  “Keep your hands off my dad, you slut!” I teased. “He’s probably in his study, going over some case files or something.”

  “That man works way too hard,” Sasha lamented, shaking her head. “But I know a way to take his mind off his troubles.” She grinned mischievously. “Can you say hand job?”

  Still watching herself in the mirror, Sasha puckered and kissed her lips, smoothing out the lipstick, then grabbed two handfuls of her own ample breasts, pushing them together for maximum sex appeal. Tired of waiting, I grabbed her arm and ushered her out the door. Sasha left her car in my driveway and we walked arm in arm to the party, Sasha talking the whole way.

  The party was so wild we could hear it before we even got to the house. Once inside, Sasha filled two cups of punch and handed one to me. She immediately got wrapped up in an intense conversation with a sexy college boy, so I found my way to the couch, where my friend Beatriz was sitting by herself. Beatriz and I were talking about our favorite common subject, i
ndie music, when I noticed Sasha leading the college boy up the stairs in search of someplace quiet.

  I chuckled to myself. That Sasha doesn’t waste any time.

  Half an hour must have gone by when suddenly Sasha plopped down on the couch next to me. Her hair was a mess and her tits were practically falling out of her blouse. She didn’t seem to be in a great mood, and I wasn’t sure whether to even ask about her escapade with the college boy.

  “Whiskey dick,” she grumbled.

  “What?” I replied, not sure I heard her correctly.

  “Whiskey dick,” Sasha repeated, more loudly this time. “He couldn’t keep it up, which is completely lame because he had me working pretty hard on it.”

  “What did you do?” Beatriz asked, her eyes wide. She was even more naive than I was.

  Sasha rolled her eyes. “Seriously? What didn’t I do? I tried to stroke him, but it was like tugging at a rubber hose. I played with his balls. I put him in my mouth but it was like sucking raw calamari for all the good it did. He wasn’t even a very good kisser. His mouth tasted like puke. Eventually I gave up and left him to pass out in the master bedroom upstairs.”

  Sasha was obviously frustrated. We had another drink and left the party. Walking back to my house, she complained the entire time, not even stopping when I unlocked our front door and walked up the stairs to my bedroom. Sasha was sleeping over tonight.

  “All I want is some dick,” Sasha whined. “Is that too much to ask?”

  “Shhh,” I scolded. “You’ll wake up my stepdad.”

  “Good,” she snapped. “Your stepdad is about the only thing that could save this stupid night.”

  VII.

  I woke up when Sasha was crawling out of my bed. It was late, I have no idea how late. Moonlight shone through my bedroom window, illuminating Sasha as she eased out of bed, not realizing I was awake and trying not to disturb me. She was wearing a black lacy nightgown with a dangerously low neckline, accentuating her delicious boobs.

  Sasha tiptoed to the door and opened it, then turned to look at me. I quickly closed my eyes, peeking just enough to see my best friend slipping out the door. It did not take Sherlock Holmes to know exactly what Sasha was up to. That lusty little tramp had one thing on her mind.

  I thought about calling out to her, telling her to come back, but I decided against it. Instead I crept out of bed, too, and silently followed her at a safe distance. Sasha didn’t even bother to turn back. My stepfather’s door was slightly ajar, the faint beam of his bedside lamp casting a slant of light into the hallway. Sasha opened the door and entered my father’s room.

  “Sasha,” came my father’s surprised voice. “Is everything alright? Where’s Abbi?”

  “Everything’s fine, Mr. Vaughn,” she cooed. “Abbi’s asleep. It’s just me.”

  “You’d better go back to bed,” my father said firmly.

  “I can’t sleep,” she pouted.

  By now I was crouching just outside the door, peering inside. I had a full view of everything going on. My father was sitting up in bed, his sheets covering just half his body while leaving his hard, muscled chest for me and Sasha to drool over.

  Sasha took a step forward, then let her nightie fall to the floor, revealing her hot little curvy body. Her boobs were full and perky, and they bounced luxuriously as Sasha took another step toward Daddy. She was wearing a G-string that exposed her round ass cheeks that bounced more than her tits, rocking from side to side. In the front, a tiny triangle of silky fabric covered the shaved mound between her thighs.

  No man could resist a body like that, I thought. At least I get to watch.

  Sasha smiled slyly at Daddy and took another step closer to his bed.

  “I want you to take off my panties with your teeth,” she said. “Then I’m going to suck you off and drink down your cum.”

  Sasha was so sexy and confident, I knew my Daddy would give in to his desire and fuck her little brains out. My heart was racing, and I could practically breathe the sexual excitement in the room. Wetness was gathering between my legs. When I touched a finger to my panties they were damp. It felt good, touching myself, rubbing my engorged mound, my fingers tracing the outline of my folds through my panties.

  Sasha teased one of her nipples, rolling the hard, pink bud between her finger and thumb. A gentle moan escaped her lips. I followed her lead, clutching one of my breasts through my oversized T-shirt.

  All of a sudden, my stepfather stood up out of bed, his sheet wrapped around his waist. His enormous hard cock tented the sheet, and Sasha’s eyes widened with anticipation. So did mine. To my surprise, however, he did not move to embrace the nubile temptress. Instead he pointed an accusatory finger at Sasha, practically jamming it into her bare sternum.

  “Whatever you’re doing, Sasha, you can stop right now,” he commanded.

  “But I don’t want to stop.” Sasha glanced at the bulge in Daddy’s bed sheet, and she smiled cunningly. “It looks like you don’t want me to stop, either.”

  “Look, Sasha, if you won’t get out of my room, then you’ll need to get your things and leave. Right now.”

  “But Mr. Vaughn …” Sasha protested.

  “Right now,” he ordered.

  VIII.

  Sasha indignantly grabbed her nightie and clutched it to her swinging breasts, then turned and scuttled to the door. Suddenly panicked that she might discover me outside the door, I ran down the hall and through my bedroom door, diving under the covers just as Sasha came rushing through the door behind me.

  “Your dad’s an ass,” she muttered, hastily gathering her things and jamming them into her overnight bag. Sasha threw on the blouse and skirt she had worn to the party, then stormed out of my bedroom, down the steps and out the front door, slamming it shut.

  When I heard her car racing down the driveway, I figured it was safe to get up. I found my stepdad locking the front door. The bed sheet was still draped around his waist. When he turned to walk up the stairs he noticed me standing there.

  “Sasha left in a hurry,” he deadpanned.

  “Yeah,” I replied. “Why didn’t you want to sleep with her?”

  “You heard us?” he asked, a note of fatherly concern in his voice.

  “I woke up when she was sneaking out of my room,” I admitted.

  Daddy chuckled as he walked up the steps toward me. The bed sheet shifted, exposing one of his thighs. I sensed that strange warm feeling rising through my body.

  “Sasha’s just horny and confused,” he said. “She’ll get over it soon enough. Anyway, you know I’m a one-woman man.”

  My heart nearly skipped a beat. I smiled, knowing I was still my daddy’s little girl. I wrapped my arms around his waist and hugged him close, my face buried in his bare chest. I could feel his muscles heave with his heartbeat. He cradled my head with one of his hands, caressing my long hair.

  “Abbi?” he asked.

  I felt so close to Daddy, holding him there at the top of the stairs. The only thing separating me and him was the bed sheet. Underneath the sheet was Daddy’s hard naked body, his manhood. Oh, the things he could do to me with that stiff cock. I was getting wet again, wanting nothing more than to be filled up by my Daddy.

  “I want to be with you tonight,” I whispered. “I want you to be my first.”

  The bed sheet fell away. Below his chiseled abs and his dark, downy pubic hair, Daddy’s cock was already swelling to attention, aroused by my request. I couldn’t believe how big it was. Daddy took my chin in his hand and guided my gaze away from his cock and into his eyes. I stood on the tips of my toes and kissed him on the mouth. At first he didn’t respond, but then his lips parted slightly to embrace mine. My eyes closed and I moaned softly as his lips brushed mine and his tongue dipped into my mouth. I accepted him willingly. The tenderness of his initial kiss gave way to heated passion, his mouth pressed hard against mine, his insistent embrace willing me to submission. Our bodies were pressed tightly together, and I could feel e
very contour of his hard naked body against my softer curves. His rising manhood pushed against me, exciting my desire for him.

  He grasped my shoulders and broke off the kiss.

  “Abbi,” he admonished, his voice ragged. “This is wrong. You’re my daughter.”

  “Step daughter,” I corrected.

  “If we keep going I won’t be able to stop.”

  Instead of answering him I fell to my knees, the swollen head of his cock mere inches from my face. I wanted nothing more than to taste him, to take all of him in my mouth. My eyes widened as I sized him up. I didn’t know if he would fit, but I had to try. I kissed it, then ran my tongue around the tip while caressing the shaft, just like Sasha had told me to do.