by Wild, Nikki
I was suddenly overwhelmed by how perfect it all was. I turned my head and kissed him on the cheek, his stubble coarse on my soft lips.
“Thank you,” I said again, “for looking after me.”
I opened my eyes just in time to catch where my big brother was looking. My robe had fallen open during his massage, completely revealing my naked breasts, and Jacob was staring right at them.
My pink nipples were hard in the cold air, and even more so because of the way Jacob was still touching me, caressing me. He riddled my skin with goosebumps, and though I blushed when I realized what he was doing, I didn’t stop him.
I didn’t want to. I liked the way my stepbrother was looking at me, and I didn’t want him to stop.
Before either of us knew what we were doing, Jacob was kissing me, capturing my lips between his and moaning into my mouth. He sounded relieved, like he’d waited a lifetime to kiss me like this and steal the breath from my lungs. I gasped, but didn’t pull away. Something about it just felt so… right.
As he wound his fingers through my hair, I moaned for him, turning to press against his chest. “Big brother…”
Then I stopped, my cheeks turning even redder as I realized what I’d said. “Um…”
I was worried he would stop, too. But Jacob only cupped my face in his hands, looking into my eyes as he traced my lower lip with his thumb.
“Say it again,” he whispered. “Call me your big brother.”
I felt a flood of desire between my legs and squirmed, whimpering as my robe fell down around my waist. Was he really turned on by me calling him that?
The truth was that I was, too. It was dirty and wrong, and something our parents never would have abided. That just made me want to do it all the more. For once, I wanted to be the bad girl they made me out to be.
“Kiss me, big brother,” I whispered, and Jacob obliged, kissing me again as he pulled me up into his lap.
I straddled his hips, wrapped my arms around his neck, and slipped my tongue between his lips, gliding it along his own. I shivered at the realization that I was tasting my stepbrother, but it was so good that I couldn’t stop. I could feel his body pressing hard against mine, could feel the heat between his legs grow to match my own, and as I grinded against him, I heard him moan my name.
“Amber…”
I sank to my knees, opened up his pants, and dragged them down around his thighs until my stepbrother’s cock sprung out. It was hard and thick, bigger than anything I’d seen on a man before. He wasn’t a boy anymore… My stepbrother was a man.
I didn’t even give myself time to stop and think about what I was doing. I looked up into Jacob’s eyes and leaned forward, pressing my breasts against his thighs as I took his dick into my mouth.
He moaned again, and the sound filled me with lust, spurring me on to take more and more of his length between my lips. I laved my tongue along his tip, swirling and twirling, coaxing warm beads of precum to leak out. I closed my eyes. He tasted absolutely sinful.
I understood now why Jacob looked at me the way he did, why he seemed so sad when he said he wished we’d have met some other way. He wanted me, not as a sister, but as a lover. But why couldn’t I be both?
Jacob gripped my hair, pulling it away from my face as he began to thrust into my mouth, his gaze fixated on his long shaft slipping in and out of my full, wet lips. I relished each motion of his hips, lapping at him hungrily, trying to draw him deeper and deeper down my throat.
Soon I felt him throbbing, his shaft swelling inside my mouth, and with a soft grunt he pulled away, only a thin thread of my saliva connecting us.
“Come here,” he said, and I obeyed, returning to my big brother’s lap where I pushed aside my panties to sit down hard and fast on his aching cock.
I threw my head back in bliss as he penetrated me, gasping and raking my nails along his biceps. He cradled me against him, pushing his girth past my tight hole and into the depths of my needy cunt. I knew he was in for a surprise. I’d had a boyfriend back at home, and we’d fooled around, but I’d never let anyone do this… I kept telling myself I was saving my virginity for the right man. I never thought it would be my stepbrother…
“Amber… Oh God…” he whispered as his cock pressed up against my hymen. There was no denying it now. He knew I was giving him my innocence, and it brought a fire out in his eyes unlike anything I had ever seen.
“Take me, big brother. Claim me…”
He pulled my downward, his huge cock tearing through the thin barrier and stretching me beyond anything I could have imagined. When I finally made contact with his balls, he grabbed my hips tighter still, urging me to move, to take him again and again into my tight channel.
“Be as loud as you want to, baby sister,” he told me, watching my tits bounce. “Mom and Dad can’t hear us now.”
I moaned for him, realizing he was right—there was no reason to hold back my pleasure. I began to bounce, working myself up and down his meaty cock, letting it stretch me wide as I fucked my stepbrother for the first, but not the last time. Hints of pain mingled with incredible pleasure. I knew now that I could never give this up, that we were meant to be together in more ways than one. We just fit so perfectly, my tightness around his thick shaft. I’d never known ecstasy or happiness like I did with him.
Some of my fondest memories were of my stepbrother, of his smile, his tenderness, his charm. And now he was below me, panting and squirming, caressing my tight, firm body as I used it to bring him the same warmth and comfort he’d always brought me.
“Fuck, big brother,” I squealed, reaching down to rub the swollen bud between my thighs. “I can’t take it anymore. I’ve gotta cum…”
Jacob growled, holding me steady as he fucked me from below, pistoning in and out of my cunt as I rubbed and stroked it. He got so much deeper inside of me than I could have imagined, and in only a few moments, I was cumming around him, bursting with the rapture he had brought me.
I wailed his name, my walls clenching hard and rhythmically around his cock, milking him for that sweet cum I’d had only a taste of on my knees before. Jacob grunted in reply, bucking his hips with reckless abandon, his strangled sounds becoming even more strained as his dick filled with the seed I knew would soon come pouring into me. In an instant, I realized that I hadn’t given him a chance to wear a condom. He was going to cum inside me, and the thought of it drove me absolutely wild.
“Yes, big brother!” I cried for him. “Cum in me. Cum in your little sister!”
“Amber,” he snarled, burying his face in my neck. “Oh—fuck!”
And then he too was bursting, spilling inside of me, his warm, wet lust spurting deep inside my cunt. I bounced a little for him, begging him for more, wanting to feel my brother fill me up to the very brim and come spilling out over my thighs. I wanted to drip with him.
“Please,” I begged him, “don’t stop…”
But he couldn’t keep cumming in me forever, and after a few moments of primal bliss, he finally settled, holding me against his body as his chest heaved. I buried my face in his hair, shivering as I thought of what we’d just done and where we might go from here.
This was all happening so fast. I’d only just moved out of our parents’ home and into his after years of very little contact between us. Our relationship had been strange already, and now we’d only added another layer of complexity to it with our apparently mutual lust.
What would Jacob say when he recovered? Would he hate me? Would he throw me out?
I stiffened, worry flooding my veins. But then my stepbrother looked up at me, a heavy sigh passing his lips as he slowly, mischievously grinned.
“Wow,” he said. “Just… wow.”
Then he kissed me on my lips. It was just as passionate and breathtaking as our first had been. I melted into him, purring as he laid me on the couch and drew me against his half-naked body, allowing me to nestle into the hollow of his throat as he added:
“I thin
k I’m going to like having you live with me, sis.”
I laughed, hiding my face in his chest as he lovingly stroked my hair. “I think I’m going to like it, too,” I told him. “As long as you keep doing this, that is.”
Jacob tilted my chin up, forcing me to look up at him as he smirked. “I don’t think I can stop, even if I wanted to,” he told me, pressing his lips to mine once again.
I smiled as I surrendered to his kiss, knowing that once and for all, I had finally found the place I could call home.
Forever…
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Step Billionaire
(TABOO Forbidden Household Erotic Romance)
21-year-old Kayla Taylor has been a bad girl. She’s rebelling against her stepfather, a young billionaire who thinks he can control Kayla’s future by forcing her to take over his company when he’s ready to retire. Kayla has no interest in business, but her passion for illustration isn’t one that can sustain her—not unless she has the funds to do so.
But Carter, the man of the house, would never go for something like that. Not unless he was getting something really, really good out of the deal.
So when Kayla learns he wants a baby, she knows it’s time to play her hand. Carter wants to fuck her sweet virgin body hard and without protection, and knowing the kind of freedom his money can provide her, she’s going to let him.
And after feeling what his billion-dollar hands can do, who could blame her?
WARNING: This story contains a naughty 21-year-old virgin being seduced by her infuriatingly sexy and wealthy stepfather.
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STEP BILLIONAIRE
“You can’t keep doing this!”
Kayla rolled her eyes skyward as she staggered out of the metropolitan police station and toward her stepfather’s long black BMW. It was late—or early, depending on how you looked at it—in that strange twilight hour where the midnight blue turned almost green with the coming of the sun. Usually, Kayla would still be at some exclusive club flashing her black card and ordering the most expensive drinks on the menu, but tonight, things had gone a little more south than she’d intended them to.
Specifically, she’d beat the shit out of some bitch talking shit across the VIP section. She’d smashed her champagne flute right over her head, and even worse, she hadn’t stopped once she saw the blood.
Tired of those fuckin’ skanks, she thought, grabbing the wall to catch herself as she wobbled on her too-high heels. I needed to send a message…
But perhaps that message needn’t have been written in the girl’s blood. Unlike all the other times Kayla had gotten into altercations at various public venues, the staff just couldn’t ignore this one, which had required an ambulance to ensure the girl she’d busted up didn’t have a concussion. That meant the police had shown up, too, and not long afterward, Kayla had found herself in the back of a cruiser and on her way to jail.
Again.
Thankfully, the officers had merely stowed her in the drunk tank, as usual, and called her stepfather, Carter Farthing. That name carried a lot of weight at the metro PD, and pretty much anywhere else Carter went, which also meant that Kayla rarely dealt with any punishment more severe than court mandated therapy sessions and a scolding from both her parents.
She doubted she’d hear from her mother this time. She was off jetting around the world again, leaving Kayla in Carter’s care. That wasn’t terribly unusual, but at twenty-one years old, it was beginning to get a little old.
She had wanted to move out of her stepfather’s estate the day she’d turned eighteen, but that wasn’t something Carter would allow. He treated her like some precious commodity, like another one of his fancy cars or expensive tech toys. He wanted her around to show off. It was part of his image, his status as a billionaire. He was a “family man,” even if Kayla wasn’t technically “his” family.
And without her stepfather’s money, it wasn’t as if she could just pack up and leave. Until she finished college and secured a career, Kayla was doomed to remain at home with Carter and her mother.
That didn’t mean she had to be some goody-two-shoes, though, as tonight—and so many others—had proved.
“Jesus,” her stepfather muttered, quickly pulling open the passenger’s side door to let Kayla collapse inside. She was still drunk. Her head was swimming, and balance had suddenly become a major issue. “Look at you. This is no way for a young woman to behave.”
“What’s the matter, Daddy?” she sneered. “Are you afraid I’ll embarrass you?”
Carter stared down at her, his lips pressed into a thin line as he looked her over. For a moment, his steely gaze caught on her skirt, and when Kayla looked down, she saw that it had hitched up around her upper thighs when she’d sat down. With her legs splayed, her sheer pink panties were completely visible.
Why is he looking at me like that? she wondered as she pulled down the hem, watching Carter avert his gaze. It almost looks like he likes it…
She banished the thought immediately, chalking it up to her inebriated state as she managed to swing her unusually heavy feet into the car. Carter shut the door, walked around to his side, and got in, scowling as he turned a key, the big powerful engine roaring to life.
“Buckle up,” he told her sternly.
Kayla once again rolled her eyes, but inevitably obeyed. She might have been reckless in many ways, but she certainly didn’t want to end up flying through the windshield should something go wrong.
She snapped the seatbelt into place and leaned her seat back immediately, stretching out as best she could in her stepfather’s luxury sedan.
“Your antics are costing me a small fortune, you know,” Carter muttered as he pulled into the limited traffic at this hour. “God only knows what I’ll have to do to convince this girl not to press charges.”
“I’m sure it’s nothing you can’t handle,” Kayla replied, closing her eyes as the interior of the car began to spin. “Not unless the money’s dried up while I was waiting for you to show up.”
It was Carter’s turn to roll his eyes. “Sorry I didn’t drop everything sooner to rush to your aid. I do have a life outside of cleaning up your messes, you know.”
“Right, your second wife,” Kayla said, referring to the company her stepfather owned. “I’m sure she’ll understand.”
Kayla didn’t know why her stepfather was acting so put out. It was
n’t like he hadn’t been awake, anyway. Part of being a billionaire was hard work, contrary to popular belief, and she knew Carter was up until the wee hours of the morning most nights. She could tell it was beginning to wear on him, too. The dark circles under his eyes easily betrayed that.
She got the feeling there was more to it than that, however. Lately, her stepfather had seemed more aloof and stressed out than usual. While normally calm and collected, she’d been on the receiving end of a few uncharacteristic tantrums the past few weeks. She’d often wondered if it had something to do with her mom.
Thankfully, her stepfather seemed too tired to devolve into theatrics right now.
“I don’t know why you can’t understand how important it is not to tarnish your public image,” he said, gripping the leather steering wheel so tightly his knuckles turned white. “When I eventually turn my company over to you, it will be imperative for your reputation to remain as unsullied as possible.”
