Conversations between me and Liam became more intimate and comfortable and our hugs took on a new feel once we got comfortable.There was a closeness that was growing. It was a weird place to be. Technically, he was my step-father’s friend, who was my best friend and contractor. It’s kind of an odd position to be in, and I had a small problem. I was falling for him in a way that probably wasn’t appropriate with my step-dad and being how close I’ve gotten to my step-dad I didn’t want to break or disrespect our bond or his wishes.
The more time I spent around him, the more he grew in my heart. There was a shady gray line between him being just another man and him being my step-father’s close friend and contractor. Liam was a married man, but he was married and separated, so basically he was member to a marriage that no longer existed.
I think he felt it too – the mutual attraction and the confusion as to what that boundary was. My step-dad’s stance about us was clear from how protective my step-dad got whenever I hugged Liam or our stares lingered in his presence.
It wasn’t planned, the night we crossed the line.
Chapter 2
It just sort of happened.
I know people say that all the time, but it’s true. We were coming down off of laughter, good food, and wine. Relaxed and talking, we were sitting watching a little television. Side by side on the sofa, not thinking, I leaned into him getting comfortable.
He put his arm around me, and I snuggled into his chest and shoulder. I didn’t think much about what I was doing, I was just shifting and feeling relaxed.
One thing led to another. Our bodies were touching - the wine, the moment…it just felt natural.
We were two people drawn together.
I turned to look at him, our eyes met and before I could think about it our lips parted and he kissed me. I wanted him too, I won’t lie. Once that connection was made, there was no going back. His mouth was wet and warm, and his lips soft.
It felt weird, because up until this moment I’d been thinking nothing would happen because he was technically married and step-dad had given all the signals that he didn’t want his friend to be with his step-daughter. I wasn’t sure what to say to him because I didn’t want to disobey my step-dad.
He pulled back, “Are you okay? I’m sorry.”
“Don’t apologize. I want this,” I whispered.
Hearing the word startled us both. We sat and rationalized, made excuses, sat looking at one another, trying to understand what was happening. After the kiss, we stopped. We had to. We could not go any further. Having sex with each other felt too taboo.
Over breakfast the following morning we talked over stuff.
“I crossed the line, I’m sorry,” he confessed.
I looked down, “I want you to, I feel the same way.”
“It’s wrong. I’ve been a friend to your step-father, I’ve heard about you countless times over the past couple years, I shouldn’t have crossed that boundary.”
“Things have changed. I’m a grown woman making adult choices, I don’t think my step-dad should be making this kind of decision for me.”
Blushing, “It startled me, but kind of turned me on,” I admitted.
“Jess, you’re a beautiful woman, but your stepdad wouldn’t approve. We both know this.”
“He’s not here now . Maybe this is how it’s supposed to be. You don’t know…” I felt defensive. “Whatever,” I was guarded; embarrassed that I wanted him sexually so badly.
We put it behind us, and stayed busy and distracted to try and break the obvious sexual tension that continually grew.
It was a Friday night and I picked up a bottle of wine coming home from work. I planned on settling in for a quiet weekend. My step-dad was going away for a couple of days for a work project, so I’d have the house to myself so I had planned to let Liam stay over.
We’d finally gotten the permit and zoning approved, so I started making lists and clipping pictures out of magazines getting ideas and color schemes for decorating. I knew it would take awhile to get it built out, but the entire upstairs would become an apartment for my use. I was getting excited we were moving forward.
When Step-dad came home, I was surprised.
“I thought you had a work project, what happened?”
“It got postponed until next week, some paperwork issue,” he explained.
“You’re welcome to join me; I’ve got a bottle of wine and I’m making apartment plans.”
“Sounds good, thanks.” He answered.
Half bottle of wine later, our inhibitions down, we sat talking about mom then Liam texted that he was on his way over. I forgot to tell him dad was home.
Eventually I figured I’d sneak him through the kitchen entrance to the house. I told dad I was tired and he decided to retire to bed. When Liam and I had been safely locked in my room , we sat on the rug talking and drinking the remaining half bottle of wine, then suddenly he stopped talking and just stared at me.
“What?” I said feeling self-conscious.
“You’re beautiful, Jess.”
“That’s the wine talking,” I laughed.
“No, you’re really gorgeous.” He moved closer and started running his fingers through my hair. Looking into my eyes, we were locked in a gaze. I knew it was coming, I could feel it.
Leaning in, his lips parted and he tenderly kissed my lips. I opened my mouth and accepted his tongue. Exploring each other, tasting him, I knew we weren’t going to stop. Neither of us had the intention to put the brakes on even though my step-dad was in the same house and he forbade us being together.
Our kisses grew more heated. The bottled up passion was being released, the chemistry and tension undeniable. We’d held off this long, thinking it was the right thing to do, but at this point my body was taking over and I let my mind have the night off.
We sat in an embrace kissing for a very long time. We didn’t want to break the magic that was happening between us. He made his move, slowly letting his hand rove from my hair and drawing it ever so gently down my back and resting it softly at my bottom.
I broke free and stood up. I didn’t say a word, simply put my hand out. He took my hand and followed me. Walking silently over to my bed. He joined me. Wrapping me up in his arms, he pulled me onto his chest. Kissing, lying atop of him, my body was full of arousal.
I knew what would happen, I wanted it to. I wanted him to consume me, tease me, and take me for his own.
Chapter 3
Liam slid his hands under my shirt, his fingers grazing my back. His touch was tender and warm, and feeling him under my clothing sent electricity through me. I needed more. I shifted and rolled off of him, lifting my shirt over my head. Unhooking my bra, I removed it and shyly exposed myself to him.
His eyes never left me; his breathing was shallow and quiet. Watching, realizing it was the first time he’d seen me in this manner, he was cautious to reach out and touch. I took his hand and placed it on a breast, inviting him and letting him know it was okay.
Liam’s hands were tentative at first at the new experience. I watched his movements as his eyes and fingers were on my nipple. It was pert and hard, longing for attention. At his touch, I sighed. His fingers traced the small circle and he moved in closer, tucking his head down to taste the nipple that pointed in his direction.
My nipples were usually a puffy, pink expanse in its normal state, but aroused it popped to a tight, little nub. When his mouth met my breast, my head got dizzy from the heightened arousal.
Latching onto my breast, he started to suck seductively. His passion was growing, his lust taking over, and he was unable to hold back. It was like breaking through a wall and permission had been given.
He was hungry and hadn’t made love to a woman since him and his wife separated. His sexual needs were enhanced, and my warm body called to him – beckoning him to touch me.
My back arched as I pushed my breast forward, feeding it into his mouth. His movements were soft and tender, yet g
rew stronger the more he suckled at my areola. As soon as he was finished playing with one nipple, he moved to the other. He was a patient lover and wanted him to take his time, pleasuring my body completely.
With each lick and taste, my body wanted more. My pussy was wet from the surge flowing through me. It was his voice, a low husky tone that set me afire, “Take off the rest of your clothes,” he whispered.
He wasn’t asking; he needed more. He’d gone this far and there was no going back.
I removed my slacks and panties and lay naked with him. It was the first time I was nude before him. He removed his own clothing, and when I saw his hard cock I gasped. He was all man, and my brain got a little fuzzy seeing him without clothing on. I was strongly attracted to him, but it didn’t escape me that he still was legally married.
Sliding down, his fingers traced across my belly until they stopped at the little tuft of hair that covered my pussy lips. He gently ran his fingers across and through the hair, which sent dozens of nerve endings crazy, leaving me sighing at the sensation.
Finding my slit, he played and teased the entrance before allowing a finger to drift down the length of my opening, just a tip. Barely penetrating me, I was on the edge, waiting for him to push through. Taunting me, he pulled the tip out and grazed the length of my slit again. He knew I wanted him to push it in, my body arched, encouraging him.
He repositioned himself so he could taste me. My legs were open, and I spread them a little farther in anticipation. His fingers opened me and he went in slowly, the tip of his tongue reaching for my clit. Licking in small circles, he honed in on my clit and started to suck it.
My eyes closed and I got lost in the feeling of him between my legs. His fingers spreading my pussy lips, his tongue made a wide lapping motion, pressing through and scooping my wetness out. He was in no hurry, and intended to enjoy the process.
When he spoke, it caught me off guard, “Your pussy tastes so sweet,” he cooed.
With that, his lips locked onto my lips as he licked and sucked my body. My pussy pulsated while dripping juices and cream.
I couldn’t contain my moans, it felt incredible. He added a finger to my box, and as he fingered and ate me out, I pressed into his face, begging for more. Wriggling, I let loose, cumming hard on his face and in his mouth.
My thighs locked around him, and my body clenched when the orgasm hit. He refused to let go or stop, and kept me cresting over and over, hitting peak after peak. As I’d start to come down, his fingers would work inside of me, and he sucked on my clit. I finally begged him to stop, I couldn’t take anymore.
I was a rag doll sprawled across the covers after having multiple orgasms. I’d never cum like that before.
“I want to fuck you,” he whispered. “Come sit on me,” he said.
He sat up with his legs spread. I wrapped my legs around him and pressed down onto his thick cock facing him. It throbbed and stood at attention. Moaning as I felt him entering me, my pussy lips spread to accommodate his member.
I was dripping wet and naturally lubricated between my own juices and his saliva. He embraced me and told me not to move, “Just stay there for a minute, I want to just feel you,” he instructed.
Groaning, he finally nodded and said he was ready. With his hands under my ass cheeks, he helped me lift as I pressed with my thighs. We found our rhythm, and as I bounced on his cock, he arched up into me pushing deeper.
After a few minutes, he rolled me onto my back and leaned over me. He was able to thrust harder and faster in this position. Watching him over me, realizing he was inside of me, I flushed with excitement and arousal.
My fingers dug into his back as he plunged his dick deeply inside of me. Wrapping my legs around him, I held on for the ride. As he got close he gave one final hard push, and with a grunt came loudly.
Chapter 4
His penis sprang back to attention after snuggling for a while, and I knew where I wanted to be. I climbed between his legs and played with the length of his cock, my fingers grazing the length. Stopping at his balls, I cupped his sack and bent down to kiss them. I could smell the mix of my pussy and his own masculine scent. It aroused me like crazy.
Taking the head of his cock into my mouth, I pushed my tongue down onto his little slit as much as it would allow, and then sucked on the ridge of his cock. Finally, I opened my mouth and took his shaft into my mouth deeply. I could feel it hitting the back of my throat, and started sucking up and down.
My fingers played with his balls, stroking and tugging gently, as I blew him. Groaning with pleasure, I pushed down on him until he finally released his seed. I drank it down, milking and swallowing every last bit.
Smiling with satisfaction, I curled up beside him. His arm pulled me in close and we nuzzled against one another, lost in the new feelings that we shared.
After that special night, there was no changing what happened. We released a flood of emotions and pent up sexual tension. What grew between us was beautiful.
Him and I became lovers and we decided to tell my step-dad and face up to the heat from him. It took my step-dad a few weeks to finally lived it down but he eventually did and his and Liam’s friendship gradually returned to the happy place it was.
I decided to move Liam into my new bedroom in the new apartment as soon as it was completed.
Living upstairs with Liam and my step-dad living downstairs still kind of felt taboo. Knowing my step-dad’s there I always try to keep my orgasms quiet but they always seemed to get the best of me. And yes, I get a lot of orgasms with my Liam.
Off-Limit Taboo- Step-Brother’s Erotic-Friend at Country Sex Story
Open Sister’s Backdoor Erotica
Older Man Younger Woman
ABBEY PERRY
Table of Content
Off-Limit Taboo- Step-Brother’s Erotic-Friend at Country Sex Story
CHAPTER 1
CHAPTER 2
CHAPTER 3
CHAPTER 4
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Everyone has a little Taboo. What’s yours?
CHAPTER 1
I grew up in a small country town in Kansas, there really wasn’t much to do around the ranch my family and I lived on. I was never into animals and hard labor. I was a girl who wanted to go shopping and do fun things so I didn’t really fit in with the family.
I loved the city and I was ready to explore it. I moved out of Kansas and to New York when I turned 18. I was now 20 and attending the University of New York and have since learnt that I am definitely a city girl. The big city made me happy and there was plenty of things to do around. You could walk down the street and have five or six things to do for an hour. That’s what I liked most about New York. Brandon my brother’s best friend, was probably the best part of the Ranch. He was about 5’10 and dark brown hair and green eyes.
I had recently received a call inviting me back to visit the ranch, my stepdad and my brothers for the weekend.
The last time I went out there to visit, Brandon and I slept together at his house. It was a weird experience, and I felt ashamed of it because he and my big brother was so close and he was at our house so often that he seemed off-limits, to me, my brothers and certainly my parents.
How it had happened was pretty simple and easy. Strangely, there wasn’t any awkwardness between us, we both went out to a bar and got to drinking and were just talking casually and playing darts, then we went home and it just happened.
I didn’t regret it or anything, it was good but I didn’t want my stepdad to find out. Apart from my stepdad being over-protective, he had always thought about me as his innocent little princess. I didn’t think he would like it too much knowing that the young man who was close friends with his son, one who he had watch grown up, one who had known how much he cherished me would also be the one who had taken my virginity.
I was a little excited to visit and see my brothers and my stepdad but I was most excited to spend time with Brandon.
Maybe I would get something goo
d out of it while I was there. I really needed to get laid. I hadn’t had sex since I last visited because I was always so busy with college, studying, finals and all of that. I needed some relief. I was all packed. I called a cab for a ride to the airport. I made sure to do any last minute touches on my apartment since I wouldn’t be back for a while. I walked around the house ensured all lights were off and not before long I heard the cab outside.
I rushed down the stairs and got inside. The traffic was horrible in New York City which was the reason most people preferred not to drive their own vehicle. They just took cabs or walked to where they needed to go. I personally would have preferred to walk but it would have taken me a while to get to the airport from my apartment. About thirty minutes later, we finally pulled up to the airport. I handed the cab driver twenty bucks, grabbed my luggage, and headed inside to board my flight.
The whole flight I couldn’t help but think about what could happen during this visit. I hadn’t seen my brothers in over a year and I wondered if they have changed at all. Probably not. They didn’t seem like the type of men to change anything.
Brandon on the other hand, I wondered and lusted at the thought of him changing into a bigger, thicker more scrumptious looking man than he had been a year ago. I knew he was still living on the ranch so I know he’d still be in good shape. Working on a ranch definitely kept you in shape. I started daydreaming about him touching me like he did that night. It was like he already knew what I liked and where I liked to be touched. My day dream was interrupted by the attendant letting us know that our plane was descending and will be touching down in about 10 minutes. I put my seat back upward and waited to land. My stepdad and my brothers would be picking me up when my flight landed and I was so excited.
We landed promptly after ten minutes and I hurried off the airplane. I walked out of the jet bridge and there they were, my stepdad and half brothers. They looked as handsome as ever. They looked like they were more muscular than the last time I saw them. I had to make a second glance over them as I definitely wasn’t expecting that. My stepdad looked handsome and in good shape like he had cut his hair and lost some weight.
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