Taboo Step Surrender (Steamy Twenty Book Box Set)
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I nearly choked on the tears that streamed down my face. It was happening, all of my dreams, coming true. He had asked me to marry him. Every fairy tale I had ever read hadn’t prepared me for what I was feeling. He would be mine. Forever and ever!
“Yes, I will marry you Jonathan! Of course I will! I love you!”
He slid the ring onto my finger. Our lips met in love and in lust and I knew that everything was going to be all right. He was mine, and I was his… Forever.
Hot Flow
“A little deeper, Sarah,” Brian instructed as he gently guided me into Warrior II. He lightly traced his fingers along the inside of my thigh and knee. “That’s it, open your knee to open your hips. There you go. Don't forget to breathe.”
I felt my body respond to his touch, even though I knew it was wrong. I bit my lip as I watched him return to the front of the class. He was my step brother, and therefore off-limits, but goddamn him for being the sexiest male yoga instructor in the city.
"Okay, let’s set up for handstand now. If you aren't ready for handstand today, that's fine, listen to your body. First I'll demonstrate the full pose, and then I'll give some modifications for those of you who can't quite access it yet.” Brian spoke with a deep, soft voice as he described exactly how to approach the pose, placing his hands on the mat while beginning to shift his weight forward.
His body moved with such effortless ease and fluidity, it seemed as if he required no strength whatsoever. His arms flexed as his body slowly unfolded to a perfectly balanced, perfectly symmetrical handstand.
“Remember that the key to this move is a strong core. Engage your Mula Bandha before you ever lift your feet off the ground.”
‘What the heck is my Mula Bandha?’ I wondered, as I waited for him to describe the beginner’s version. It was my first yoga class and I didn't understand in the least what he was saying. I simply mimicked what everyone else was doing.
I followed his instructions and wound up doing a pseudo-headstand with my feet struggling to get off the ground.
“Let me help you,” he said tenderly as he approached me from behind. I felt my body tense as he lightly touched my hips.
“You need to engage your core here.” His fingers gently pressed against the sensitive flesh between my navel and my sex.
I inhaled sharply as a shiver radiated out from his touch and down my spine. ‘Focus Sarah!’ I scolded myself as I tried to refocus my attention on the pose. ‘So much for that idea,’ I thought as my pussy grew tense along with the space deep in my belly.
“Good. Okay, now slowly roll up, starting at the belly and working your legs up. Don't worry about falling, I'll support you.” His strong hands firmly tightened around my abdominals and the small of my back as I began to move.
It was amazing how much easier it was now that I was utilizing my core, and my body easily followed his instructions until it was vertical. I held a tight flex throughout my body, and grinned a little as I realized that I had actually managed a headstand. Sure, it was no handstand, but it was a start, and I was proud of myself.
“Nice job, sis. You’re a natural. Perfect alignment,” he congratulated me as his hands slid slowly up and along my thighs. “Imagine the energy flowing up through your feet, and down through the crown of your head into the floor,” his hands slowly traced back down my thighs, brushing over my butt briefly and then settling once again at my lower belly before releasing me. "Keep breathing, Sarah," he commanded. "You're not breathing."
Of course I wasn't breathing--not when he touches me like that! My sex clenched with an aching, burning desire. ‘He is only doing his job, Sarah,’ I reprimanded myself, ‘besides, he is you damn stepbrother! It would be so…wrong.’ Goosebumps formed on my stomach and legs as I tried hard not to let my mind wander to the naughty, depraved thoughts leaking into my consciousness.
At the end of class, immediately after we completed Savasana and three Oms, Brian approached me and crouched down next to my mat. “I'm really impressed with you, Sarah. You did a great job today. Thanks for finally coming to one of my classes.”
“Yeah, of course, Brian. I had fun, thanks. I’m sure it helps that I am naturally flexible,” I said, trying to deflect his compliment as I felt my cheeks burn red hot.
“Great, glad to hear it. You know, I was thinking during class…I'm supposed to be taking an acro-yoga/thai massage course with my co-worker Nicole this weekend. But she broke her ankle skiing last week and now I'm out a partner. I was hoping maybe you'd like to take her place. It’s going to be an awesome course. I think you might really enjoy it.”
I felt a sweet clenching between my thighs, and before I had time to think the words came out of my mouth agreeing to be his partner. "Ah, sure, that sounds cool. I'd like that."
“Okay, awesome,” Brian smiled and threw his arm over my shoulder. "I’ll see you Sunday at four then.”
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The entire way home after yoga I couldn’t stop myself from daydreaming about Brian. Sure, it was totally forbidden to have sexual fantasies about my step, but that just made them all the hotter. I slid my fingers down my tight yoga pants and spread my thighs as my foot pressed harder on the accelerator. ‘Would you like that, Brian? Would you like to fuck your tight little step?’ I asked aloud to the empty car, feeling the rush of adrenaline as the car and my fingers began to pick up the pace.
I dipped my middle finger deep inside of my wetness as I watched the speedometer slowly climb: 50, 60, 70, 80. My fingers slammed in and out of my little hole, each second that passed my body gained momentum. I had to cum--90…95, just a little faster, my fingers were wild now, and I threw my head back as I let out a moan, ‘Oh god yes, fuck my tight little pussy, big brother!’ My entire body let loose as the car hit 100. I convulsed hard, steadying my gaze on the road ahead as I shivered and shook with pleasure. ‘Well that was…fast,’ I giggled aloud.
I pulled up to the house and adjusted my clothing before entering. Our parents were in the living room watching a movie; they barely acknowledged me.
“How was it?” Brian’s mother, Annie, asked, her eyes never leaving the television.
“It was really good. Brian and I are going to do another class on Sunday,” I replied casually.
“Oh great. Glad you two are getting along,” she said absent-mindedly as she turned up the volume on the television.
I walked upstairs and spent the rest of the afternoon looking up yoga poses. One way or another I didn’t want to embarrass myself if I had to take a class with him next weekend. And deep down maybe I even wanted to impress him a little.
The next two days came and went like a whirlwind, which was fortunate because I was struggling to even look at him without blushing. Somehow just being around him made me feel vulnerable, like he would be able to read my mind and all the private fantasies I had been having about him.
On Saturday morning my good friend Lindsey, whom I hadn't talked to since we both parted for college, phoned and invited me to go out later that night. I agreed enthusiastically, grateful for the call. I needed a distraction anyway because I was starting to feel nervous about spending tomorrow with Brian. I showered and shaved and got myself ready for the evening.
At 6pm Lindsey stopped by my place to pick me up. Brian caught me just as I was walking out the door.
“Hey Sarah, don’t forget about tomorrow. I need a sober and energetic partner.” He eyed me suspiciously, “Where are you off to, anyhow?”
“Lindsey's here to pick me up. We're going out with a few of her friends. You can join us if you'd like. We'll wait a couple of minutes for you to get ready." Inviting Brian wasn't exactly in my plans for the night, but I didn't want to seem rude.
“That would be great. I could use a night out. It’s so much different now that we’re in college. Coming home for the summer is like going back in time, only with less to do.”
The horny, pint-sized devil on my shoulder did a little flip, eager to spend the night with Brian.
My little shoulder devil stomped her feet and pouted with disappointment as Brian left me to call Nicole.
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“So what's new in your life, Sarah? It's so great to finally be able to catch up with you,” Lindsey asked with warm sincerity. "It's been a while."
Lindsey and I had always been close, and I had always been comfortable telling her everything, right down to the last, dirty details. Even though I hadn’t seen her in almost a year it was easy to spill my guts to her about Brian.
“Oh my god? You’re still crushing on Brian?! I hate to say it, but I think you might actually be in love with him.” Lindsey laughed and went on, “Why can’t I have a hot single step brother?”
“It’s not as wonderful as it seems, Lindsey. You try living with the one guy you want the most, the one guy you can never have.”
“Oh come on! You guys barely know each other. It isn’t like you grew up taking baths together, right?” she winked at me teasingly.
“No, most seventeen-year-olds don’t bathe with their fourteen-year-old sisters,” I sighed with disappointment.
“But maybe,” she raised her brows with excitement, “a twenty-three-year-old would bathe with his twenty-year-old step sister.”
We both laughed and went on talking about all of the other things that had happened in the last year. I would like to say that the night distracted me from thoughts of Brian, but honestly, it only drew him further into my mind. Lindsey was right: Brian was only my step brother. We hadn’t spent more than six months under the same roof. What was wrong with a grown woman having feelings for a grown man?
By the time the night was coming to an end I had had enough to drink to know that I shouldn’t get behind the wheel. Lindsey lived close enough to the bar to walk home, and though I could have probably driven her car safely home, I thought the better of it and decided to call Brian. I pulled my cell from my purse and dialed his number.
“Hello?” he answered, his voice gravelly and rough.
“Shit, were you asleep?”
“No, just relaxing I think. Well, maybe I fell asleep. Let me guess: you want me to pick you up?”
“Well, I could probably make it home fine, but yeah, I don’t want to risk it.”
“Glad you called, sis. I’m walking out the door now. Hang up and text me the address.”
After a few more minutes of chatting with Sarah and her friends, I said my 'goodbyes' and walked outside. Taking a seat on the curb I waited for Brian. My fingers traced along the inside of my thigh in exactly the place that he had touched two days earlier. Maybe I just needed to get laid. Maybe then I wouldn’t be daydreaming about him constantly. I ran my fingers a little higher, pressing into my pearl and discreetly working myself up through my panties. I glanced around casually, and gradually started working harder and harder circles.
“Oh Brian, I want your hard cock so badly. If only you knew just what I wanted to do to you,” I whispered as my pearl began to pulse with every stroke.
It would be good for me to cum before he got here, because with the amount of alcohol in my system I wasn’t sure I had the willpower not to jump his bones.
“Oh, yeah. Yes, oh fuck,” I groaned quietly, coming closer, so close that I could feel my body beginning to tighten.
Just then his Audi came around the corner and flooded the street in light, making me jump guiltily. I was nearly positive that even had he had time to see me he wouldn’t have been able to tell what I had been up to. Nevertheless, I couldn’t help but avert my eyes in a deep blush as he pulled up and rolled down the window.
“Hey,” he called as he jumped out and opened my door.
I crawled inside, enjoying the smell of the leather mixed with Brian’s scent. The satellite radio was playing Ben Howard, and I sat down to find the seat toasty warm.
“Mmm,” I purred, “that is nice.”
“Tell me about it. Seat warmers are wonderful,” he agreed as he closed my door and walked back around to his side.
He drove quickly into the night. I bit my tongue, trying to keep ahold of myself. I could feel the place between my thighs wet with desire. ‘Damn him for showing up so quickly,’ I thought, wishing I would have just had time to cum.
Brian rested his forearm next to mine on the center console. It wasn’t like he put his arm around my waist or anything, but my body was responding to his touch all the same. I just wanted to feel him, I so desperately wanted to give him a hint as to the way I was feeling. I slowly lifted my index finger, extending it into the darkness between us, and ever so slightly let my nail stroke his tanned, muscular skin. Brian shifted uncomfortably in his seat as he lifted his hand and gripped the steering wheel.
“I…sorry,” I whispered, feeling small and pathetic beside him now.
Although he said nothing, his breathing had changed and I knew I had crossed a line with him. I felt my chest constrict with embarrassment and disappointment. It wasn’t so much that he had denied me--it was the feeling of being exposed. What sort of a freak tries to hook up with her step anyhow?
Brian pulled up into the driveway and shut the car off, sitting silently for a moment and staring straight ahead. I cringed, waiting for him to say something. Instead he got out and came around the car to open my door.
We started walking up the steps together. Upon reaching the landing he suddenly stopped and turned in my direction. His eyes drilled into mine.
“Sarah, can I ask you something?” His breath was hot and it smelled of liquor.
“Have you been drinking, Brian?” I asked, a bit irked that he hadn’t been honest when I first called him; I would have found another way home had I known he had been drinking.
“Not enough,” he said flatly, looking away.
The odd tone of his voice caught my attention. “What’s up?”
“It’s just…” he shifted uncomfortably. “Ever since you came home…” It was clear he was struggling to find his words.
I took a deep breath, fear and anticipation building within me.
He traced a finger down my bare shoulder. His eyes once again locked onto mine.
“I can’t stop…” he said in a low, deep growl.
Brian slowly leaned in, each millimeter seeming to last a lifetime as I stared back into his dark brown eyes. His lips pressed softly against mine, and we both lost all self-control. I wrapped my arms around his back and he wrapped his around my waist. With a strong grip he lifted and pressed me back hard against the wall, his entire body pressing into me as he spread my thighs around his waist.
His lips met with my neck, sending waves of pleasure throughout my body as his hips thrust into my own. I could feel his cock growing hard against me, as I desperately flexed my sex against his.
Brian’s hand slid around my thigh and beneath my panties. “You’re so fucking wet,” he groaned.
Before either of us could get control over our lust Brian had already pulled his cock out of his jeans, and he held the rock hard tip to my wetness. His lips met with mine in a passionate, desperate kiss. With one swift motion Brian was inside of me, making my body scream with pleasure and pain. It felt like he was tearing me in two, his cock larger than I had ever anticipated.
“Oh fuck!” I gasped, my head falling back against the side of the house as the pleasure filled me.
I steadied myself with my hands against the brick of the house and met his hips as he pumped hard against me. I couldn’t believe it was happening, he was fucking me hard and fast and frantically. Our bodies were locked in a needful frenzy as we released years of pent up frustrations.
“You’re going to make me cum,” I gasped, feeling my body starting to lose all control.
My fingers curled hard against the brick as my bo
dy started to convulse. Brian pushed my knees wide apart making me whimper.
“Ding-Dong.” I heard the doorbell ring as my knee made contact with the little button.
“Shit,” Brian groaned, fucking me harder, each second threatening to expose us.
My body convulsed hard, and I felt him tense as his own cock pulsed heavy and hard. “Uhhhhh,” he gasped wildly, his lips meeting with mine in a final kiss just as we heard the deadbolt of the door slide open.
“Fuck,” he said pulling back and zipping himself up as I adjusted my skirt, only a millisecond before the door opened wide.
“Kind of late to forget your key,” mom grumbled as she held the door open for us.