Too Taboo! A Forbidden Fun Taboo Bundle

by Saffron Daughter

  TOO TABOO!

  Forbidden Fun

  By

  Saffron Daughter

  Published by Fervid Dreams

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  This is a story of taboo lust and love between step-relations. No relations between blood-relations are depicted in this story. All characters depicted in this story are consenting adults.

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  It's never TOO taboo...

  Naughty brats serve the man of the house, and sexy, forbidden affairs carry out under the same roof! Too Taboo! is a bundle of sizzling and wild taboo fantasies.

  Sometimes, we just can't help who we want... even if it's so wrong, it's never too taboo!

  Too Taboo! features contributions from Cheri Verset and Candi Cade.

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  This is a work of fiction. Names, places, businesses, characters and incidents are either the product of the author's imagination or are used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, actual events or locales is purely coincidental. All characters depicted in this work are adults.

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  Table of Contents

  Sinful Sibling Desires by Saffron Daughter

  The Brats Birthday by Candi Cade

  Cousin’s Creampie in the Barn By Saffron Daughter

  Taboo Helping Hand by Cheri Verset

  Being Brave for Daddy By Saffron Daughter

  Candy’s Camping Fun by Saffron Daughter

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  Sinful Sibling Desires by Saffron Daughter

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  Sara climbed the flight of steps that led up to her step-brother’s apartment with slow and steady strides, and with a smug smile on her face. She would not be the wiry-thin, freckled and bespectacled kid Nick would remember. Not a chance!

  She reflected for a moment on why she felt this way. The truth was that Sara was excited to see her brother. In all ways he stood tall. Physically he was over six-foot-four, and he was a track and athletics semi-star. He was lean, muscle-bound, was quick to smile, had straight white teeth… the list of positives went on and on, and with no apparent end. Sara was of course happy for him, happy to see his success.

  He was a straight-A student as well; just an all-around great guy that left people seething in his wake. It wasn’t that he was stuck-up; it was that he was so humble about it that drove people mad.

  She supposed that she wanted him to see something positive in her, to be proud of her for one reason or another. And now, four years later, she had developed a magnificent body, was sure to get into a fairly good university, and was more of a confident person than she ever had been.

  She wanted him to see that, to know that it wasn’t just him who could succeed in life. She wanted him to be proud of her.

  In a flash Sara was brought back in time. Memories of when Nick would tease her about her freckles, her wiry-thin body, came flooding into her mind. She laughed when, at random, she remembered how they used to play-wrestle, and how he’d always be a tad too rough. She was always weak and thin, and could never stand up to her brother’s natural athletic strength.

  But as she had grown older, and into her body more so that she was no longer simply skin-on-bones, she had turned into a freckled stunner.

  She hadn’t seen Nick in nearly four years, and she basked in the thought that he would be so surprised to see her like this. She smoothed her yellow tank with rapid swipes of her hand, and glanced down at herself for a quick check. Her jeans clung to her curves, and her plimsoles gave her an air of casual, hand-waving pizazz.

  She knocked on the door to his apartment, three loud and confident strikes.

  “Come in!” she heard, and her brother’s voice had the same melodic rumble she remembered. She opened the door to see a spacious living room and open-kitchen design, and the smell of gingerbread baking in the oven.

  Was he cooking? She laughed a little to herself, wondering what else had changed about him.

  “Nick!” she called, looking around as she shut the door behind her. She noticed a pair of home slippers by the door, fuzzy and bright green, and began to take off her shoes when her brother sprang up from behind the kitchen counter.

  “Boo!” he shouted, and Sara jolted and screamed, and he rushed forward to pick her up effortlessly into a great hug.

  “Jesus, Nick! You scared me.”

  “Sorry,” he said, “but I couldn’t resist.” He set her down and looked at her. “Wow, you look great. You’ve grown up so much.”

  “It hasn’t been that long, Nick. It seems you’ve done some growing-up, too. Are you cooking?”

  “Sure, it’s gingerbread for you.”

  “That hasn’t been my favorite for years,” Sara replied, walking into the kitchen.

  “Oh?” Nick asked, his face bunching up in reverie momentarily. “Well, maybe it’s time to rekindle old desires. I’ll go fetch your bags from the car.”

  “Sure,” she said, watching him leave. He was wearing shorts and a tight tee, and she marveled at his sculpted body. It came to her moments later, as if delayed like a phone call overseas, but the way he had said ‘rekindle old desires’ seemed odd to her.

  Almost as though he knew—

  “Bag number one,” he said, bursting into the apartment with her duffel bag.

  “That was quick.”

  “You’re just slow.” He quickly turned on his heels and marching out of the apartment, leaving the door open. She saw him running lightly down the steps, and each time he did so his calves erupted into angular diamonds.

  Sara returned to the thought that had alarmed her. Maybe he knew? No, it couldn’t be. Guys were stupid about that, and her brother didn’t have an ego large enough to simply assume it, to take it for granted. She was sure he knew he was good looking, but he wasn’t one of those good looking guys who assumed every girl they passed was busy melting in their panties for them—

  And obviously not his step-sister!

  “Bag number two,” he stated, panting. “God, what the hell did you bring, Sara?”

  “You should know better than to ask a girl that,” she replied. She noticed that his forearms were glistening, and his veins were bulging, snaking all over.

  “Right,” he said, rolling his eyes. “Probably a load of crap you won’t even use.”

  “Probably,” Sara said, grinning wickedly at him. “Now, get on! There’s one more and I’ve loaded it with bricks.”

  “So I’ll just drag it up the stairs then?” he asked, raising his eyebr
ows so that his green eyes became large with a daring stare.

  “Of course not. You’d ruin the bag.”

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  Sara sat in the bathtub, feeling a nervous flutter in her belly. Her and Nick were going out to a local bar to meet some of his friends for dinner and drinks, and he had said that they were excited to meet her. Why were they excited though? What had he said about her? Had he really had so many good things to say? Or was there more to it?

  A wave of paranoia crashed over her, and she shivered involuntarily in the tub. Though the water was warm, goose bumps sprang to life on her skin, and she felt a tingle in her body. A memory gushed into her mind.

  It was four years ago, when she was a lot younger, and a lot more innocent. It was just her and Nick in the house – both her parents were out on their weekly dinner date. Nick had told her to stay in her room because he was having friends over, but it turned out to be just one friend, and she was definitely something more than just a friend.

  Sara knew this because she had tiptoed out of her room to watch them from the top of the steps. She watched as the two shared a heated and urgent kiss on the sofa. She watched as the two began to undress, and as the girls generous upper half game into view, her thick and large nipples framed by wide, dark circles.

  She had listened as the girl moaned and whimpered when her brother took each of her stiff buds into his mouth. Sara had gasped lightly, and had to stuff her hand into her mouth so that she would not be heard.

  The girl sunk to her knees before Nick and began to pull down his jeans. Sara had felt the same nervousness then that she did now in the tub. When her step-brother’s vein-lined gristle game into view, her heart felt like it had stopped.

  She had gotten up, turned, and ran back into her room, closing the door and flying under the covers.

  And though a great number of emotions and feelings had cascaded through her mind that night, she came away with one that would stick with her for the next four years as an aching echo: She wanted her brother, and she knew that was wrong.

  And as Sara drifted out of reverie and back into the present, she realized that the water in the tub had grown cooler. She brought the head of the shower beneath the water and turned it on, feeling the sprays of warmth across her body.

  The tingle that she had felt during this memory transformed into an itch.

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  Sara knew she was drinking too much and too quickly, but she couldn’t help it. Not only had she recently turned eighteen, and thus had a whole new world opened up to her, she also felt nervous in the presence of Nick’s friends, all of whom seemed to know so much about her. She was at an utter disadvantage.

  The bar was seething with young university kids. She’d only seen this kind of scene in the movies. People of all shapes, sizes, and races were packed into this one retro-styled bar with equally retro music. Smiles and laughter were seen and heard, and there were beautiful girls and pretty boys everywhere she looked.

  University life, she thought to herself. This can’t be real! She laughed to herself, and Nick leaned into her.

  “What are you laughing about, then?”

  “Oh, nothing,” she said with a giggle. “Just, I think I’m a bit drunk. Also, there are so many people here! It’s like in the movies.”

  “It’s Tuesday, Sara” he said. “Everything is half price. And don’t drink too much, yeah?”

  “You’re such a buzz kill, Nick!”

  As the night went on, Sara grew more and more comfortable with her brother’s friends. When she needed to go to the bathroom, she watched as Nick asked the only other girl in their group to take her.

  “No,” Sara protested. “I’m fine, really.”

  “You wouldn’t get two feet without some perv hitting on you,” Nick replied, his lips flattening into a severe line. “Go on, please?”

  “Wow, you’re so protective of your sister!”

  “Who wouldn’t be?”

  But when Sara had left the bathroom, she saw that the girl had deserted her, and so she began to make her way back to the table on her own. Her brother had been right. Just seconds later she was being talked to by a couple of guys, both of whom were drunk, though not nearly as drunk as she was.

  She laughed and chatted with them, and they led her to the bar.

  “We’ll buy you a drink!” the tall one had said, and Sara giggled and accepted the offer.

  “So,” the short one said. “You study here?”

  “Oh, no,” Sara replied, flinging her wrists carelessly around. “I’m just visiting my brother.”

  “You’re his younger sister?”

  “Sure am!”

  “What’s your brother like?”

  “Oh, he’s great!” Sara gushed. “I should probably get back to him, though. Thanks for the drink.”

  “Um, what?”

  “Huh?” Sara sounded, looking toward the tall one. The atmosphere had suddenly grown a little tense, and she didn’t know what she had done wrong.

  “Look, lovely, we just bought you a drink. How about you stay and chat with us for a while?”

  “I really can’t,” she replied, and she reached for the drink, but as she did so, a second hand came in from over her shoulder to pull the drink out of her grasp.

  “Yeah,” she heard from over her shoulder. “Chat with us for a bit.”

  “I really can’t!” Sara felt the cold fingers of panic take hold of her heart. Her head span, and suddenly she was no longer allured and enticed by the seething crowd of people. Now she was scared by it, and confused by it. “I really should go.”

  “Come on, sweetheart. There’s nothing to be afraid of.”

  “No,” she whispered. “I need to go.” But the two wouldn’t let her leave. As she turned to walk away, one of them stood in front of her, grinning at her.

  “What’s wrong?” he asked, shrugging. Sara felt her heart rate quicken, and felt adrenaline course through her body. What the hell was going on? That’s when she noticed Nick, easily the tallest person in the bar, steaming toward her.

  “What are you doing to my girl?” he demanded of the two boys.

  “Nothing,:” came the defiant response. “Just buying her a drink, that’s all.”

  “Well give it to somebody else,” Nick growled, and then he turned to Sara. “Jesus, you’re drunk, aren’t you? Come on, we’re going home.”

  “Oh, so that’s your brother,” one of the boys remarked.

  “Fuck off!” she hurled at them as Nick led her away. She stumbled and nearly fell, but was caught and swept up into her brother’s arms. “You said I was your girl,” she mumbled.

  “Of course you are.”

  “You said I was your girl,” she repeated.

  “We’re going home.”

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  Sara woke up as she Nick lowered her onto the sofa. “We’re home?” she asked, her head spinning.

  “Yes, we’re home,” he confirmed, his voice dark and with a hint of anger trembling in his tone.

  “Can you make me some food, please?” she groaned at him, rubbing her stomach. She felt hungry, and slightly nauseated. Too much to drink!

  “Sure, Sara. What do you want?”

  “Pancakes!” she cried, grinning at him like mad. “And some of that gingerbread you were baking earlier,” she chirped, remembering the mouthwatering smell that had flooded the kitchen when she had first arrived. Though it was no longer her favorite, it was still one of her favorites.

  “No problem.”

  “Thanks, Nick,” she said, leaning up on the armrest of the sofa to watch her brother cook in the kitchen. He was still wearing his jeans and shirt, but when he reached up to get the pancake mix from the cupboard, a sliver of his skin was exposed.

  “You said I was your girl,” Sara teased, grinning at her brother.

  “I did.”

  “Why?”

  “Sara, you definitely need some food. Also, you drank way too much! You should be pacing yourself. Tha
t was stupid of you. You could have gotten into trouble!”

  “Sorry,” she said, feeling hurt at her brother’s admonishment. “It’s just, I was nervous, you know? Meeting all your friends. I didn’t realize I had so much to drink.”

  “I know. Sorry, Sara,” and Nick spoke with a sigh. “It’s just that those two assholes who bought you a drink were out of it. Who knows what could have happened?”

  “Oh, come on!” Sara snorted. “Nothing would have happened.”

  “That you would remember,” Nick hissed at her. His voice was, for a moment, filled with nastiness, before his face warmed and his voice softened. “You never know, Sara.”

  “That smells good!” she said, determined to change the topic. She got up from the sofa and walked to the kitchen counter. “When did you learn how to make pancakes?”

  “It’s not rocket science.”

  “Or heart surgery.”

  “Or that.” He placed the plate on the counter, and on it were three pancakes with syrup drizzled over them.