Tiffany's Kiss (Taboo!)

by Natasha Hunter

  Natasha Hunter

  copyright © 2014

  All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be copied or reproduced in any format without prior consent of the owner and publisher of this book.

  Brother & Sister Pseudo-Incest Erotica

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  Tiffany Daniels and I became step-sisters when my mom married her dad a year ago. I wasn't sure how I felt about it; I mean, on one hand, it was nice to be a part of a big family, but on the other, I wasn't sure if I was going to fit in. She has two older adopted brothers, Joel and Mal. Joel is twenty and Mal is nineteen, but both are away at college, so we rarely ever see them.

  Tiffany and I are the same age, eighteen, and we even go to the same school. That is pretty much all we have in common. I have long, curly brown hair with dark eyes. She has pale blue eyes with blonde hair, all sleek and straight. I am too tall and awkward, all knees and elbows. She is 5'5 with a womanly shape, all curves and softness. I, on the other hand, am still doing those ridiculous exercises we learned in junior high to make your boobs grow bigger. They don't work, by the way. I tend to be on the quiet side. I prefer spending time alone and I love to read. I guess you'd call me an academic. My grades are important to me; I want to study pathology after I graduate High School. Tiffany does cheer squad, dance team, and soccer. She is Queen Bee of our school. Everyone knows and adores her.

  I don't blame them; she is super nice. Usually girls like her are stuck up bitches, but Tiffany is different. She is warm, friendly and fun to be around, and trust me: everyone wants to be around her.

  Her dad has the same personality. He is a Doctor- that's how he met my mother. She was a patient of his. They dated for several months before they told any of us kids. Then bam! They were married.

  Suddenly, we were moving over to the posh side of town into their McMansion. It didn't bother me because I'd be heading out to college in less than a year. Anyhow, I never felt like the apartment Mom and I lived in was a 'forever' kind of home. Plus, I wanted Mom to be happy.

  It was pretty nice moving into Tiffany's house. Doctor Daniels wanted to make it as easy as possible for me to adjust, so he said I could move into the pool house. Having my own space suited me just fine.

  He said that I could call him Dad, if I wanted, but I wasn't to feel pressured. Dad. I liked the sound of it. I couldn't remember my own, so it was kind of nice that he wanted to be mine. He officially adopted me and everything. So, that's how I became a part of the Daniels clan.

  Tiffy (what all her friends called her) liked having a new sister as much as I liked having a new family. We bonded instantly, despite our many differences. It was crazy to think that we had attended the same school for twelve years but never talked until our parents married.

  She helped me redecorate my room, and since we spent so much time together, we decided that she should move into the pool house with me. Although I was the loner type, for whatever reason I enjoyed being around her. I guess I was just like every other person at our high school.

  We had separate bedrooms; and naturally hers was decorated in pink. She helped me do mine in black and white. I wasn't all that particular about it really, as long as I had a place to keep my books. I've been collecting since I was a kid and could never seem to part with any.

  A couple of years ago I started reading my mom's romance books. They were like an addiction of sorts. I loved getting caught up in the sweeping dramas, and if I were to be perfectly honest, I liked the sex scenes most of all.

  Even though I was an official adult at eighteen, I never really felt like one. School was hard enough for someone like me to survive. I didn't have it in me to try and date on top of trying to keep my grades up.

  Not that anyone was asking, either. I guess I wasn't the type that boys like. They were more into girls like Tiffy. In fact, I hadn't even been kissed unless you count the one time Jayson McFalls had to kiss me on a dare at Seely's birthday party. We were nine, so, yeah.

  It's not that I didn't want to be kissed. I was like any other teenage girl with all the crazy hormones and desires. It's just that... I was too shy to put myself out there. The one time I thought a boy did like me, I soon realized he was just getting close to me to get to Tiff. Ugh, boys.

  However, my romance books were all about men. I loved getting lost in a romance story. I'd imagine myself as the heroine, and I who would be rescued by some dark, brooding man who was just misunderstood, but loved me madly. In my mind, I was wanted by Mister Darcy, Rhett Butler, and Edward Cullen. Okay, so Edward's not a man per se, but he has lived over a hundred years, so that counts.

  One day, after cheer practice, Tiffany came home and found me curled up in my bed, reading a new book. She flopped down beside me, still in her orange and white uniform. She jerked the book right out of my hands.

  "Whatcha reading?"

  I tried to pull it from her, but she rolled across the bed, just out of my reach. "Nothing."

  She giggled as she read the title, "The Secret Lover of Princess Marilyn." Her blue eyes twinkled with mischief. "I can't believe you are seriously reading this nonsense."

  "Hey, give it back!"

  "Sparkling vampires are one thing, but this?" she snickered as she read a line from the book out loud. "He traced his fingertip over her aching buds. 'Aching buds?'"

  My face turned ten shades of red as Tiffany continued, "He revealed his turgid, throbbing manroot to the Princess. Marilyn gasped as he pushed against her dew-moistened petals. She bloomed as her secret garden was filled with his love juice." Tiffany roared with laughter.

  "Shut up already," I snapped.

  "It's just... so, so incredibly bad. My god, who writes this stuff? Who would even get off to it, I mean, 'manroot?' Who the hell calls it a 'manroot'?"

  "It's just a dumb book, gosh," I said as I yanked it out of her hand.

  Tiffany rolled over to her side and propped her head onto her balled up fist. "Okay, okay, I'll quit teasing you about it on one condition."

  I arched my brow, "And that is?"

  She smirked. "You say what they really are. As your older sister, I feel it my sworn duty to educate you in these matters."

  "Oh my god!" I hit her with a pillow. "You're two months older than me. That hardly makes you older!"

  "Be that as it may, I am older, and I can't bear the thought of you going out into the world thinking of it as a 'manroot'. Say it. Say cock."

  I rolled my eyes. "Cock. There! Are you happy now?"

  "Mmm. Say nipple, tits, and pussy. Then maybe I'll be happy."

  I sighed dramatically. "You are too immature to be older than me!"

  "Say it!"

  "No!"

  Before I knew it, she was rolling on top of me. Her legs straddled my waist, and she was tickling me beneath my arms, "Say it."

  I couldn't help but burst into a fit of giggles, "Nipple, tits, and pussy! There! Now get off of me."

  She shook her head, smirking. "Do you even know what to do with all those parts, hmm?"

  I wiggled beneath her, trying to shake her off of me. "How can such a tiny girl be so heavy? Get off!" I yelled.

  "Ohhhh you want me to get off? Why didn't you say so?" Her tone was playfully seductive. She ran her hands across the top of her cheerleading uniform and grabbed her boobs. "Oh, I'll get off by rubbing my aching buds." She adopted a ridiculous deep southern accent. "Touching my aching buds gets me so dewy, my azalea is just aching!"

  I stuck my tongue out at her. "That's your nipples. Say it. Nipples," I mocked.

  "Hey! Kingston says it's rude to stick a tongue out if you aren't going to put it to use!" Kingston James was our high school's quarter-back and Tiffany's boyfriend. Apparently, every queen should ha
ve a king. They were the perfect couple, everyone said so.

  I made an exaggerated movement of rolling my tongue around while making a funny face at her.

  Laughing, she fell forward, her hands pressing into the mattress beside my head. "You're being a naughty little sister. Maybe I should spank you."

  My breath caught involuntarily as the image of her spanking me flashed through my mind. For whatever reason, I imagined my panties were down, and she was leaving big, pink smack marks on my butt cheeks. The erotic image sent a jolt of sexual awareness throughout my body.

  Tiffany raised her brows, "Ouu la la, you like the idea of being spanked, hmm? What else tickles your fancy little sister?"

  "Nothing! Gosh, get off of me already," I practically shouted at her.

  "Nope! I'm teaching you about proper sex, remember? Lesson one, do not yell at your instructor."

  "This is dumb." I rolled my head to the side, trying to ignore her. Bad move on my part. She cupped my chin and forced me to look at her.

  "Lesson number two. Playing hard to get only makes them want you more." She lowered her mouth to mine and licked my lips. Shocked, all I could do was lie there as she parted my lips with the tip of her tongue. Instinct took over as she started to kiss me. My tongue collided with hers, uncertain at first, and then I slowly started to get the hang of it.

  I tried to tell myself at that moment that Tiffany was just playing around and being silly; that she'd stop any second. When she didn't, my insides melted. Something alien was happening to my body. It was responding to her simple kiss! A girl's kiss! My sister's kiss!

  Oh. My. God.

  She moaned into my mouth, and it was the sexiest thing I had ever heard. Not that I had any experience, but damn.

  My first kiss! The thought flashed through my mind. My first kiss and it was the most incredible, erotic thing that I could imagine. I didn't want it to end. The sensations her wicked tongue were causing gave me these little hot tingles all over my body. Especially there, between my legs. My 'dewy petals'. Pussy. My pussy was drenched.

  She kissed me for what seemed like an eternity, until we were both breathless.

  I stared up at her, uncertain what to say. Her own expression mirrored mine. She looked as if she were just as shocked as I was.

  "Um," I whispered, trying to think of something to say.

  Conflicting emotions rolled across her face. "So... have you even had sex before?"

  Groaning with embarrassment, I squeezed my eyes shut.

  "I knew it. No wonder you're always reading those romance books.” Tiffany hesitated for a moment, then asked. "Do you get off to them?"

  I flushed, utterly ashamed. "Sometimes." I was surprised that I could even answer her honestly, but somehow, it seemed the right thing to do.

  "How far have you gone with anyone?"

  "Do I look like I have a boyfriend?"

  "So you've never fooled around? Ever?"

  "No," I said hesitantly.

  She sat up, still straddling me. "Have you ever wanted to?"

  "I guess." I wet my lips. "I mean, yeah. Sure."

  "With who? Got your eye on anyone?"

  "Oh god, I can't believe I'm telling you this."

  "Who? Tell me!" She tickled my sides.

  "Mister Parker, okay?"

  She gasped, "You want to bang our drama teacher?"

  I shrugged, "I just think he's hot."

  "Oh, he definitely is. However, he's like, twenty six." She said it like he was ancient. "If you're going to catch his eye, you'll need to know what to do. Luckily, you have me." She grinned cheekily, "Maybe we should practice."

  "Practice what?"

  Tiffany giggled. "Practice things like kissing and touching. So you will know what to do. He is a grown man. He's not going to want some inexperienced little girl for a lover, you know."

  "You're crazy."

  "Perhaps. But I am also right." She traced her fingers along the pattern of my tee shirt, across my stomach. "And you, sweet sister, are just as turned on as I am. I can practically smell you. I think we should do something about that..." She wiggled suggestively against me. I could feel the heat of her pussy against mine, her cheerleader skirt hiked up her thighs from her straddling me. Her exposed, pink panties touched my white bikini-briefs, the thin layers of fabric being all that separated us.

  I couldn't believe this was happening.

  She lifted my shirt up above my breasts and leaned down to examine them. "All guys like tits. They like to play with them, squeeze them like this." She rubbed my pebbly nipple between her soft fingers, "And suck and bite them." Her hot mouth clamped over my other breast and started to suck.

  She moved her attention from one tit to the other, "I bet Mister Parker will like your tits. They are perfect really. Not too big, not too small. I hate mine, I think they are way too big but Kingston loves them. Sometimes I let him titty-fuck me." Tiffy wiggled her tongue around my nipple with big sweeping strokes. "And I'll suck on his cock as he does it. He loves it. It gets him all hot and bothered. But I don't let him cum until he eats me out. Mmmm, having a tongue in your pussy is the best feeling ever."

  All I could do was moan.

  Tiffany climbed off of me and stretched out beside me on the bed. I rolled my head to the side to look at her, and she smiled as she rubbed her hand across my tit. "You can't tell anyone about this, okay?"

  I nodded, "I won’t tell."

  "Our parents would freak the fuck out if they knew. And you can't tell anyone at school, either. She brushed her hand along my stomach and grazed her fingertips across the edge of my panties.

  "I promise."

  She kissed me again. It was sweet and soft at first, then more demanding. I moaned into her mouth as I felt her fingers rubbing at the damp fabric over my slit. I was soaking wet. She wiggled her fingers around, teasing me.

  Tiffany broke the kiss and whispered against my lips, "You like that? Just wait 'til I lick you there."

  I groaned again.

  She kissed her way down my body, flicking her tongue everywhere. I could feel goose bumps prickling across my skin. Her tongue delved into my bellybutton, and I sucked in my breath. She rolled her tongue around the inside while rubbing her fingertips across my wet panties.

  Tiffany glanced up, her blue eyes half lidded. I had never seen her look so sultry in all my life.

  My conscience tried to argue with me, telling me it was wrong to be fooling around with my sister, but I realized, at that moment, I couldn't stop if I wanted to.

  And I didn't want to.

  I stroked my fingers through her hair, thinking about how beautiful she was. She smiled, then licked her way lower. Once she reached my pussy, she nudged herself between my legs after pulling off my panties.

  I was embarrassed by how wet I was and how hairy I was down there. She rubbed her fingers through my curly, soft bush. I knew most girls my age shaved their pussies, but I never bothered. It was not like I was getting any action.

  "I bet Mister Parker will love this. Natural girls are very hot to some men, and since he is a hipster, I know he will think it’s way hot."

  I couldn't understand how she could talk so much, especially in the middle of this. She rubbed her fingers into my wetness, smearing my juices all around, teasing me horribly.

  "Have you done this before? With another girl, I mean," I asked.

  "No. I've been with a couple of guys but never a girl." She stuck her tongue out and swirled it around my swollen clit. I thought I'd die from the pleasure. I moaned low in my throat. It felt different than anything I'd ever experienced. Soft and intense. My thoughts became foggy, as if her mere touch was pulling us into another dimension where only we existed.

  Sound was intensified: My breath, quick and raspy. My pounding heart. My racing pulse. Her slurping noises as she wiggled her tongue and fingers in my wetness.

  I clasped the pillow behind me with one hand, the other I buried into her sleek, blonde hair. My fingers fisted into he
r silky strands. My hips moved of their own accord, a slow sexy rhythm against her mouth.

  Looking down my body, I could occasionally see the swipe of her tongue. At times, she'd delve lower. Her nose would press against my clit as she thrust her tongue into my hot tunnel, probing deep inside of me.

  I felt feverish.

  "Oh my god!" I yelled out as the sensations became unbearable. I had read a thousand stories about this moment, but I simply wasn't prepared for the onslaught of pleasure. It consumed me.

  Tiffany must have known, must have guessed by the way I held her head tight against my pussy. Her tongue fanned across my clit at a frantic pace.

  I was so into it that I was unaware how loud I had become, how with every flick of her tongue I'd moan louder and louder. Suddenly, something burst within me. It felt as if I had shattered into a million pieces, as if I were floating away from myself. I moaned a long, drawn out sound, still unaware as I experienced my first real orgasm.

  I shuddered violently, my entire body writhing across the mattress. Tiffany smiled softly at me as she sat up and wiped her hand across her mouth. After I was able to catch my breath, I smiled in return.

  I admired her perfect body as she kicked off her shoes and pulled off her uniform. Every part of her was toned and tight, no doubt from all of her afterschool activities. I couldn't help but to focus on her perky tits, they were so much bigger than mine.

  "You want to touch them?" she asked.

  Nodding, I sat up on the bed. My tee-shirt fell down my torso as I got to my knees in front of her. I stretched my hands out and cupped them, testing their weight. "They are perfect," I admired.

  She giggled, "Shut up! They get in the way of everything."

  I ran my fingers around her areolas, lightly tracing a delicate circle while my thumbs flicked against her tight nipples. They were larger than mine, darker in color, and upturned.

  She hummed a sweet, sensual sound.

  Emboldened, I took one nipple into my mouth and sucked it. It was exhilarating, knowing that I was giving her as much pleasure as she'd just given me.

  Kissing one, then the other, I licked my way up, wanting to kiss her on the mouth again. Our tongues melded together as my hands roamed her back. I wanted to touch her everywhere, to feel her soft skin, to tease her.