Forbidden: Alpha Males and Taboo Tales (The Naughty List Bundles Volume Two)

by Raminar Dixon

  Ever since my step-father Bruce moved in to our house I’ve had the hots for him.

  I mean, can you blame me? He’s a total stud. I still have no idea how on earth my mother wound up with him.

  She met him at some dive bar out in West Mantico a few months ago and according to her it was, “Love at first sight.” Well, for me, it was raging lust at first sight. Sure, he’s twenty years older than me, but I don’t care. His bright blue eyes shine like gemstones, staring straight through me with an almost magical azure enchantment. He’s tall, too. I’d say he’s about six feet in height and he towers over me completely. All I want to do is wrap my arms around his big, broad shoulders and ride him all night long.

  Maybe I should feel some remorse for wanting him this way. After all, he is married to my mother. After a whirlwind romance he popped the question and the next thing I know, here he is, sharing a home with us. They seem to be genuinely happy together, but whenever I walk around the house wearing anything sexy I can’t help but notice his eyes following me.

  I’m having trouble remembering exactly what came over me the other night, but for some reason I just couldn’t help myself any longer.

  Mom, Bruce, and I were all wrapping up the evening watching a scary movie on TV. It was a real thrill-fest, too. It was some story about a group of college kids that had moved into an old house that was infested by vengeful spirits. At the most random times, the camera would swivel and pan around as the actors struggled to catch a glimpse of the shadowy ghosts set on ruining their lives. Mom was curled up on the couch next to Bruce and had just drained the last of her glass of wine.

  “What’s wrong, honey?” Bruce asked my Mom, who had just gasped loudly and buried her face into the side of his warm, shirtless chest.

  With her eyes still shut tight, Mom grimaced and replied, “You know I’m not much for scary movies, Bruce.” She opened her eyes into narrow slits and looked up at him. “You think she should she even be watching this?”

  Bruce just chuckled and squeezed her around the midsection with one arm. He looked over at me and smiled. I secretly hoped he appreciated the short, pink nightgown I was wearing. It was my favorite and guaranteed to draw a few fleeting glances from my step-father. The thing just barely covered my ass and striped panties, and my mother openly despised when I wore the thing around Bruce. More than once she had told me it was inappropriate, but I didn’t care. The smooth silk felt great on my skin and knowing that it had to turn Bruce on was just an added bonus.

  “You can handle it, right Debbie?” He asked me. I watched his hand run up and down my mother’s arm as he held her, wrinkling and bunching up the sleeves of her fluffy, dark blue robe.

  “Yeah, I’m not a kid anymore guys. I’m eighteen. I like scary movies and boys and going out at night. I can handle it,” I said, trying my best to put on an expression of indignity.

  Who was I kidding? I was a big scaredy-cat when it came to horror movies. The whole house was dark and the only light came from the eerie glow of the paranormal fright flick playing on the television.

  “Well, I’m going to bed now before this movie gives me a night terror or something,” Mom said meekly. “I’ll be tossing and turning all night if I watch the rest of this.”

  Bruce looked dejected as my mother pulled away from him and stood up.

  “Aw, this is a good one. We just got started. You sure you don’t wanna finish watching it with me?”

  “I know how much you love your slasher movies and ghost stories, Bruce, but it’s not for me. Plus, I’m pooped. Karen’s got me coming in tomorrow extra early so I can help plan the budget.”

  Mom scooped up her wine glass and carried it to the kitchen, leaving me and Bruce by ourselves in the living room. I took my eyes off the screen for a moment, just taking in every detail of Bruce’s sculpted chest and big, round shoulders. It was obvious that he still hit the gym nearly every day and he had the body to prove it. I couldn’t resist thinking about how erotic it would be to cuddle up next to him on the couch and let him drape those fantastic arms around me.

  As my mother passed back through on her way to the bedroom, she leaned over Bruce from behind the couch and kissed him lightly on the cheek. With a devilish smirk, he reached over the cushions and grabbed her ass. Mom looked surprised for a second and tapped him playfully on the hand.

  Through her girlish laugh, Mom chided him, “Ok, mister. I’m off to bed. Don’t stay up too late watching movies all night.”

  “Yes, dear,” Bruce answered as she walked away and raised the bottle of wine, pouring himself another glass.

  In no time, mother would turn out her light in the bedroom and be fast asleep. My mind started to wander, my thoughts centered on being alone in a dark room alone with my strapping step-father. I imagined kneeling in front of him and taking his cock in my mouth, sucking quietly, trying not to wake my mother, and feeling his warm load shoot down my throat.

  Discreetly, I rubbed myself through my panties and silk nightie. My pussy was starting to ache, tingling for attention. The thin material of my nightie did little to cover my breasts and my nipples were already hard and poking out. It was everything I could do to avoid running to my room and fingering myself until I passed out in satisfaction.

  I looked over at Bruce, who seemed intently concentrated on the movie. The bulge of his member seemed to be cast in contrast under his flannel pajama pants by the darkness of the room and the flashes of light from the television.

  Damn! Why was I looking at it? He was my stepfather for fuck’s sake!

  I forced myself to put my hands back on the arms of the leather recliner I was sitting in. Thankfully, the room was too dark and Bruce hadn’t noticed me touching myself or my flushed, red cheeks. Shaking my head to clear away the thoughts, I turned my attention back to the movie.

  The young man who was one of the main characters was walking down a dark corridor, with only the narrow beam of light on his camera to guide the way. The picture was shaky and disturbing, and I could only make out the plain walls and doorways he passed nearby as he moved along. A long, echoing moan seemed to creep out of the speakers and the young man spun around, shaking the camera even more, asking to himself, “What was that?” in a shocked voice.

  I braced myself for the scare that I knew was coming. I had seen plenty of movies, so I figured it had to be right around the next corner. Perhaps one of the ghosts would pop out with a spooky shout and then the man would try to escape.

  As the man on the screen rounded the corner of the corridor, he gasped in fright and then blew out a big sigh of relief as his cat bounced off the stair rail and scurried across the floor by his feet. “Damn, Mittens, you scared the hell out of me,” he stammered. When he spun the camera back around the way he had come, the screen suddenly filled up with the blood-soaked visage of his missing girlfriend, her eyes sunken and black, skin as pale as a sheet of paper.

  He screamed and dropped the camera and I leapt off of the chair like a startled animal. With nowhere else to go, I jumped on the couch next to Bruce, who was grinning broadly and completely captured by the intensely chilling scene. He didn’t hesitate for a second to wrap his arm around me, allowing me to curl up close. It felt like my heart was racing about a million miles an hour, threatening to burst out of my chest at any moment.

  Reassuringly, he patted my naked arm, his rough hands gliding over my supple flesh. I pressed my head into his chest, listening to the steady thrum of his breathing.

  “Hey now, I thought you said you could handle this movie!” Bruce said to me, distracting my thoughts.

  “That was so scary,” I stammered back.

  “It was awesome,” he said excitedly, still caressing my arm. “What else would you expect from a movie called The House of Screaming Death?”

  I nodded my head lightly and shifted around, bunching up next to him even closer.

  “You don’t care if I sit with you and watch the movie do you?” I asked, looking up into his deep bl
ue eyes.

  Bruce opened his mouth, about to speak, but paused. I think it dawned on him that his vixen of a step-daughter was pressing her soft, ample breasts up against him and his wife was in the next room.

  “I mean, I don’t think Mom would care. Do you?” I offered, putting on an air of innocence.

  Bruce’s expression relaxed some, but he looked a bit nervous. His big hand was still resting on my arm.

  “I…I guess it’s alright,” he managed.

  “Good,” I replied, my thoughts once again meandering back to wrapping my lips around his hard dick.

  As the movie progressed, each scene seemed to be even more frightening than the last. I jumped in shock, wrapping my arms around his waist, hugging him tightly and feeling the soft skin of his chest against my face and lips. Being wrapped up next to Bruce on the couch, could I help it if maybe I embellished my reactions just a little bit?

  I could tell he was uncomfortable with the whole affair. Bruce shifted in his seat like he was afraid that at any moment my mother would come charging in, catching him holding me like that, and give him a tongue lashing that would make any drill sergeant green with envy.

  My pussy was now almost completely soaked. How I longed to be penetrated, to feel his member push into me, knowing that what I was doing was so wrong. The movie became like background noise and I instead let my temptations get the best of me.

  I pressed my breasts against him again at the next scene, feigning a gasp, and reached down, grabbing his powerful thigh, dangerously close to his cock. I settled down and pulled back my hand, grazing it against the fabric of his pants where the head of his member hid. He pretended not to notice and so did I, but his quickening heartbeat drumming in my ear deceived him.

  No longer even looking at the screen, I decided to push things a bit further. Carefully, I started rubbing my hand across his nearest leg, caressing it and feeling the smooth length of his thigh through his pants. Bruce started to squirm a bit, like he wanted to avoid my touch, but didn’t attempt to stop me.

  I let my fingers dance there for a while, with the side of my head still against his chest, his arm still draped over my shoulder. I turned my head and gazed down the hallway, towards my mother’s bedroom. The lights were all out and not a single sound emanated from the darkness.

  The bunched up mound of flannel at Bruce’s groin seemed to be growing in size. I think I finally had gotten his attention. I looked up at him slyly from the corner of my eye and noticed him no longer watching the movie, but staring at my breasts. His hand was now not so much caressing my arm, but gently squeezing the tender flesh there. He must have caught me looking at him, because he quickly snapped his head up and refocused on the television; his eyes sprung open as large as saucers.

  “Everything ok?” I asked innocently, moving down his thigh and rubbing his knee.

  After a hard gulp, Bruce cleared his throat and muttered, “Yeah, um, everything’s fine,” then shifted around in his seat again uncomfortably.

  “Thanks for letting me sit with you, Daddy,” I whispered into his ear.

  “Sure,” he said, swallowing hard again.

  I moved my hand up to his chest and stroked it slowly, circling my fingers through the light patch of thin hairs that covered it sparsely.

  “You know, I bet Mommy is asleep by now,” I whispered again, leaning my mouth close to his ear.

  “Mmm-hmm,” he acknowledged shakily, staring dead-ahead at the screen.

  “I like spending time with you, Daddy.”

  There was no response. I figured by his pounding chest and rapid breathing that he was too nervous to utter a single word. Brazenly, I glided my hand down his abdomen and let it rest on top of his pants, cupping his member underneath it. Bruce inhaled sharply and tightened, sitting up in his seat a bit straighter.

  I craned my neck and pecked my lips lightly against the delicate skin under his ear. The heavy, musky scent of his cologne and the fresh smell of his shampoo wafted into my nose. He shuddered, and I felt his member spasm under my hand.

  “Debbie,” he hissed under his breath, “What are you doing?”

  “This,” I answered, and continued, working my way down from the smooth skin under his ear to the rougher, bristly skin of his clean-shaven neck.

  Gently, I massaged his member and his testicles while increasing the pressure of my pecking kisses. I could feel his cock stiffening, stretching out and pushing the material of his pants up. I noticed Bruce’s hand had left my arm and was now rubbing up and down my back, stopping at my round ass and giving it a firm squeeze.

  “We shouldn’t be doing this,” Bruce barely managed to whisper in protest. “This is wrong, you’re my step-daughter.”

  “Shhh, Daddy” I hushed him, placing one finger against his lips. “Mommy doesn’t have to know.”

  “Oh, God,” He moaned, giving in, and wrapped his other arm around me, greedily feeling my body with both hands.

  His cock was like a bar of steel in my hand, firm and hot, ready to hammer away at my tender young pussy. I pulled back his pants and released it, staring in awe at its rigid beauty as it waved briefly from side to side. Dread filled me for a moment as I thought about the repercussions of being caught.

  I had gone too far to turn back now.

  The dread passed and lust took over my senses. Bruce held me with one hand and traced the other up and down my thighs and ass. Each caress filled me with fire, stoking the steady heat which grew in my belly. I wrapped one hand around his cock and jacked it, feeling the loose skin around his shaft sliding easily over itself. In the minimal light of the television, on which yet another college freshman was being killed, a tiny drop of precum glistened on the head of Bruce’s member.

  We were both struggling to keep quiet, and I was keenly aware of our low moans and the subtle squeaking of the couch. It became even harder to do so when Bruce carefully pushed me down, lying on top of me, covering my neck and breasts with his hungry mouth.

  I withheld a gasp when I felt his cock bump up against the thin fabric of my panties, trying to force its way past them and sink itself into my folds. Bruce humped against me, the shaft of his cock grazing across my covered pussy and his lurching abdomen pushing my silk nightie up. I reciprocated, grinding myself back against him, dying to have his big cock go inside.

  The television’s light faded as the movie ended and credits rolled past on the screen. The room instantly became even dimmer than before, masking our sinful actions with shadows. In the darkness, his mouth found mine and we drank of each other deeply. I opened my mouth slightly and felt his tongue invade, wrapping around and encircling my own.

  My face was hot, balanced on that fine point at the very edge of breaking a sweat. Bruce was pressed against me with his chest flattening out my breasts, which were nearly spilling out of my nightie. My skin felt alive and I strained to listen over my own thumping heartbeat for any sounds coming from mother’s bedroom.

  When our lingering French kiss broke I said, “Sit up, Daddy. I want to show you something.”

  Bruce pushed himself up and I crawled out from under him. He flopped back against the couch in a sitting position, his big cock standing straight up, his pants now around his ankles. I curled up next to him again, tucking my legs carefully underneath my ass. Once again I wrapped my hand around his member, which pulsed in a steady rhythm, and worked my fist up and down the length of his shaft.

  “Watch this, Daddy,” I whispered, and lowered my head to his lap.

  Bruce groaned and placed one hand on my back as I guided his cock into my warm, wet mouth. The sweetness of his precum quickly faded on my tongue as I bobbed up and down, enveloping him. Coated with my saliva, his slick skin effortlessly graced my lips as I plunged down again and again, trying to do my best to service my Daddy.

  It was fruitless to try and take him all though, and the farthest I could make it was about halfway down his solid shaft. With my one tiny hand, I stroked him at the same time, swirling my
tongue around the head of his member and drawing it softly up the sides.

  Bruce twisted and turned on the couch while his little girl sucked him off, an image I wanted to make sure he never forgot. He leaned over and I elicited a moan as I felt his hands grasp my ass, kneading the supple flesh. One of those hands pulled aside my striped panties and the other began to playfully finger my saturated pussy lips.

  I dug one hand into his thigh as he penetrated my wetness with one finger, feeling tingles of pleasure shooting through me in a cascade. Involuntarily, I swayed back against his thrusts and increased my speed, jacking his cock eagerly into my mouth.

  Bruce writhed with me on the couch. We were locked together in deep mutual pleasure, each seeking to sate the burning lust that had captivated our souls. I fought hard not to scream in delight or moan too loudly as his fingers repeatedly penetrated me.

  “I’m going to make you cum, ok, Daddy?” I whispered, and rubbed his cock against my face before wrapping my lips around it again.

  “Yea, baby, make your Daddy cum,” Bruce moaned breathlessly, now rapidly pounding two fingers into my hole.

  As I listened to the hallway, still fearful my mother would hear us, the only sound that filled my ears was the wet smacking of my pussy lips each time a finger passed into my folds. I couldn’t restrain my whimper, which was at least muffled the cock in my mouth, when my knees started to feel loose and weak and the muscles inside my belly tightened.

  His cock felt engorged, ready to spill its seed any moment. With one hand still jacking him off, I massaged his balls with the other. When he came I wanted every drop.

  In a wash of bliss, I shuddered and felt the wave of my orgasm pass throughout my body. The wet smacks of my pussy lips faded from my ears and my brain became fuzzy and electrified in a haze of pure excitement.

  With a stifled grunt, Bruce squeezed my ass with both hands a final time and reached down and began stroking his own cock. The look on his face was one of fixed concentration and he sat up quickly from the edge of the couch. I adjusted and lowered myself to my knees in front of him.