TABOO TIMES TWO - A ROMANTIC EROTICA MFM MENAGE MEN OF THE HOUSE STORY
By Kitty Stroker
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TABOO TIMES TWO - A TABOO EROTICA ADVENTURE
What can you expect from this Naughty Taboo Tale?
Cindy notices some things have changed about Jake, he went and got all good looking and muscular in the Navy but he will always be the goofy kid she shared a house with to her.
Everybody is all grown up now so old games turn into sexy encounters before long. What's more, the Man of the House is on to them, and when he plays, its always goes hard, rough and without protection.
I can't say more here... Click on the look inside for a little taste of Taboo Times Two and let your most TABOO Fantasies come to life - Kitty Stroker
WARNING: This contains adult content that some readers may find offensive. You're not one of those readers, are you? -Kitty Stroker-
Getting a little high while I was home for the holidays seemed like a great idea, but leave it to me to get too high on my stepbrother Alan's supply. Just because it was free and some BS I was dealing with in college, I went all in.
My stepdad Jack was pretty cool with us having fun in his house... as long as he got to party too. This lead to a running joke between Alan, myself and Jack where Alan and I would sneak off for a smoke break and we would hide from Jack. Jack would inevitably find us because towels under the bathroom door or sneaking into the garage only worked so well. Sometime we would go the extra mile and really hide out and try not to giggle when Jack and his super nose walked past one of our spots.
That permissive atmosphere and the coolest step-family lead me to pack the biggest bong hit I've ever done with Alan, plus I rolled an E pill so I could be ready for a party later that night.
It wasn't long before I was pretty much baked and horny out of my mind. Alan was pacing around the room because he got paranoid whenever he got high and every now and then he would pause as if he heard Jack coming.
"Shhh, Cindy, you hear that?" Alan whispered.
His speaking snapped me out of my trance. I don't know if it was the E or the weed or just the time we spent apart while I was in college and he was in the Navy, but Alan had grown up and all of the sudden the was kind of... sexy.
He was always taller than me but he really shot up while he was away, he must have been 6'1 or 6'2 now. The wiry arms I remembered were thick and hard with muscle when I hugged him. His back was hard too and I spent a bit more time than a good step sister should wondering how all those muscles fit on his body.
His almond eyes were the same but there was stubble on his face and his cheeks were chiseled and lean. I guess they only give Navy guys spinach on those submarines?
"You're imagining things, I didn't hear anything" but even as I said it, a childish glee came over me. We were going to hide from Dad just like when we were kids. I scampered up to one of our favorite hiding spots, a towel closet in the guest bathroom.
"Wait, you can't go in there like that, you stink!"
I was high, but I think I felt a little insulted. I smirked through the chemical haze.
"Excuse me?"
"Not like that, you reek of weed! That shirt is toast, here, let me..." and his deft hands started to unbutton my plaid flannel shirt.
"Hey," I meekly protested, but between my being high and my brother always being a wiz with his hands, the last button was undone and the shirt was falling from my shoulders before I could do anything reasonable to stop him.
I covered myself as best I could, a little embarrassed to be suddenly exposed. My B cups felt huge in my hands and I couldn't cover them as much as I wanted. If I tried to adjust, Alan would get a peek and that was the last thing I wanted.
"Nothing I haven't seen a million times since we were little Cindy." His eyes lingered for a moment and I could tell he realized a few things had changed since we used to run around in bathing suits.
Before I could think of something slick to say, he got back to telling me to hide and I was all into it so I quickly jumped into the closet.
More than a few things changed and it was clear that only one of us could fit in here now. I was high as hell but I could tell that. Alan didn't get it though and tried to squeeze in with me. Those hard muscles didn't give a bit as he pressed up against me.
The door obviously wasn't going to close, but I had bigger things to worry about. Alan's hard body was pressed against mine and as he tried to contort to squeeze in, new muscles hardened and danced against my naked torso. I thought I felt something hard a little lower than my torso too...
"Ouch, you're too big, you're messing up my hiding space!"
"No I got it, trust me," Alan said.
He shifted positions again and I got a new side of flesh pressed against me. Alan was chiseled on all sides and not a bit of him had any softness to spare. Not that I minded for long. My anger at our game being ruined melted away as I pressed against him to try to shift his body weight. His thin t-shirt let every inch of his body be felt by my roving hand. Abs, arms, pecks and muscles names didn't even know twisted and flexed under my grasp.
If felt like a warm statue was squeezing me and I couldn't believe that my brother was such a hottie.
"Ok, this isn't going to work, you stay here, I will look somewhere else," as he fled our snug hiding space. The closet instantly felt too big and too cold without his warm body pressed against mine.
I'd let my arms fall at some point while we were trying to fit into the closet and now they hung at my side. Slowly, my hands started to make their way up and down my body, touching all the spots were Alan's body pressed extra hard against mine just a moment ago.
The E must have been really kicking in then because I started to dwell more and more on Alan's body. He was just so different than I remembered him and I started to think about him in a very un-sisterly way.
Was that his dick I felt in there? It felt so long and hard when he pressed against me. I couldn't believe my mind was taking me to such filthy places. I could still smell his skin and feel his rough touch when he took off my shirt. It felt odd to think of Alan like that. Still, something about he daydream was nice and made me wish we had some more time in that closet. I could've helped a small part of him hide, at least...
My heart was pounding and surprisingly, so was my slit. I immediately pictured him coming back in here and catching me with a sexy daydream look on my face and half naked from the waist up. I would be mortified if he caught me right now, but he was so strong, there wouldn't be anything I could do if he wanted to take the rest of my clothes off too.
How nice would it feel to have those muscles working to tear my clothes off? How much would it hurt if something that big was inside of me? It felt so nice and hard, I bet it would stretch every inch of me.
Then I started to wonder, why was his dick hard exactly? He loved to smoke but boys didn't get erections thinking about weed, did they? We he looking at me when he took off my shirt? Did my breasts excite him? He was right, he had seen me all the time when we were kids, but now that I had a body of a woman, he was seeing a whole different side of me.
Was he going to touch himself later on tonight and think about me? Was he going to have to jerk that big dick until he came to make his erection go away? I wish I could help. If he came into my room, he wouldn't have to do it all by himself.
I was getting aroused just thinking about it. I felt that familiar
warmth down below when I heard some voices in the hallway. Alan was back, and he was getting closer
I ducked back into the closet in the restroom so quickly that I forgot my shirt which was balled up on the floor. Something about the hide and seek excited me again and I was cursing myself for revealing my genius hiding spot.
A closer listen told me that Alan wasn't alone.
He was with my Step Dad Jack, laughing in a weird whispering sort of way. I couldn't make out what they were saying, but they weren't doing a very good job whispering and their voices were just about as clear as when they usually spoke.
God, they must be as high as I am. What's in this stuff Jack gave me?
Jack had a deep raspy voice that always reminded me of a gym teacher, but that could've been because he was built like he played beach volleyball all day long. He didn't want any of the younger staff at his security firm to think he was slipping so he stayed in the gym to keep himself in top shape. Tall and slim but not an ounce of extra fat on him. He looked like the tall blond guy from that Vampire show on HBO, classic Nordic features; blue eyes and a towering almost intimidating presence. His blonde hair was spiked with bits of grey near his temples and years of a perma-scowl had given him lines around his eyes and mouth.
I never noticed it before, but Jack carried off that distinguished older man look perfectly. This guy could give George Clooney a run for the money, if it wasn't for, you know, all of George Clooney's actual money.
His uniform of tight sweaters over button down shirts was in tact today. He dressed so uptight for such a laid back guy. I never noticed how tight his slacks were before now. I didn't check for that kind of thing before but he had a nice ass and he dressed to the left, judging by a decent cock outline that I saw through the gap in the doors.
The other voice was definitely Alan, and I got a good look as they stood outside the door and I peeked through the crack. His hazel eyes stood out on his baby face as noticeable amongst a sea of other handsome features. He had a smile as bright as somebody who never had a cup off coffee in his life.
His forearms danced as he moved his arms, the muscles so strong and taut that they fired every time he clapped his hands for a laugh or made some other motion with them. His upper body was like a V and his wide shoulders drew an even greater contrast to his smaller body-builder waist thanks to the fit of his t-shirt.
They must've been talking about something related to sex because they both had raging hard-ons. I never appreciated how nice a good dick looked in some slacks but this view had me warm and tingly all over.
I put my elbows on my knees and put my face in my hands and just sat there trying to take stock of things. I was high out of my mind, I was horny as hell, the two men I great up with were three feet away with ranging hard ons. It was all just a bit much.
"I'm telling you, she's good by now. She's got to be ready. That was some strong stuff we smoked."
"I don't know about this."
"Trust me. E doesn't make people do shit they don't want to do. It just makes them brave enough to actually do the shit they REALLY want to do."
Were they talking about me?
They must be.
A small part of me said I should be upset but a different warm and wet part of me felt differently. I was actually kind of hoping they were talking about me and I imagined what exactly they had planned for me.
Were they going to look at me half naked like this? Did they want to fuck me? Oh God, were they going to tag team me and fuck me at the same time? What kinds of things would they do to me? What kinds of things would they make me do to them?
It was just me and them in the house, Mom wouldn't be back for a while. They could lock the door and have their way with me and nobody would even hear me scream. Or moan.
Jack and Alan could ravish me, use me, fill me with cum and leave me here dripping from every hole if they wanted to. Deep down, I already knew I would play along and be their good little slut if that's what they wanted. I would do anything they say because I ached to be touched and I knew they cared about me, loved me even.
Just the thought of it turned me on like nothing ever had. I hadn't finished cataloging all of the ways that I could be used to their pleasure before I felt the warmth of my fingers, slick with my own juices, rubbing myself. A fire was building up inside of me and if they weren't going to bust in here and have their way with me, I might have to just think of some other way to win them over.
What the hell were they thinking out there with hard dicks and those damn half assed whispers?
I didn't have to wait long before I got my answer.
Both men looked at each other and then motioned towards the spot where I was with their heads. Without saying a word, they nodded to one another and approached the restroom.
Before I knew it, my hiding place was exposed as the door swung open.
I'd never seen that look on their faces before. They were staring at me like a piece of meat, not like their sister or their little girl. I was unsure which one of them would step up and devour me first.
Jack stepped up first.
I opened my mouth to say something but he grabbed the back of my head and kissed me on the lips before I could get a word out.
We had kissed plenty of times before. He was always a very loving and affectionate Dad, but never like this. He grabbed the back of my head with his enormous hands and pulled me close to him. Some of the stubble on his face scratched and burned me. His mouth engulfed me in a kiss that was meant for a woman he couldn't wait to tear into, not for his little girl.
I felt hands on me and I couldn't be sure if they were Jack's or Alan's. Hands were groping my breasts and stomach, pulling my hair, exploring my exposed body and tugging at the pajama pants that I was wearing, pulling them down below my waist. My sex was exposed, but I didn't care. I just wanted to be touched and manhandled and these were just the men I needed.
Jack's kisses became more rough and his grip on my head more forceful.
He pulled his lips away from mine just long enough for us to make eye contact, and then he nodded downwards and put a little pressure on my head. I knew what he wanted. I knelt like a good little girl and bowed my head the way his hands were telling me he wanted me to do.
When I lifted my head, I was greeted by an erect penis one foot from my face and big enough that I thought it might be able to cover the distance. I had never thought of a hard dick as a thing of beauty before. This though, this was clearly a work of art.
I just stared at the cock of the man I knew almost all of my life as my Dad in awe for a moment. It was about 7 inches long with a nice girth to it. The veins running along the shaft made it look like this cock hit the gym every now and then. The head was a light pink and made the whole thing look like a lollipop that I couldn't wait to get to the creamy center of.
What it would feel like inside of me? Inside of the warm wet folds between my legs that were beating a drumbeat into my ears?? I wanted to know. I wanted that cock to do things to me. I wanted that cock to tear my clothes off, hold me down and stroke me slowly so I could feel every inch and every vein of it.
And then, to say thank you to that gorgeous cock for fucking me properly, I wanted to take it into my mouth and suck the last bit of cum out the mushroom shaped head. I wanted to keep it in my mouth and let that cock enjoy more of my warmth and wetness. I wanted that cock to enjoy me as much as I was going to enjoy him. I wanted to treat that cock to my warm wet mouth to thank him for stroking my warm wet pussy and when he was ready, I would take him out of my mouth and let him stroke me some more.
I never thought about having sex with my Dad before but that cock looked so good to me now, I thought "well why not?"
If I wasn't going to be his little girl anymore, then I was going to be everyone's favorite kind of girl. I was going to be a fun loving nasty little slut.
My lips puckered and kissed the pink tip of that penis and it felt so right. I let my tongue flick back and forth over
the head and the precum felt like liquid electricity. My mouth was on fire from a drop of those sweet man juices. I didn't care that I was high, I didn't think it was wrong that we were in the house I grew up in. I didn't even think about who this beautiful penis belonged to. I just wanted that milk that cock with my mouth until more of those man juices poured down my throat.
My nose bairly touched the small tuft of hair at the bottom of his shaft when his scent flooded my brain. There was something new and exciting about this aroma that got stronger every time I bobbed my head down on this cock. This aroma was intoxicating. It was strong and manly and it made my blood boil with every new thrust.
I let a hand wander back down into my pussy and my now wet underwear. Squatting with my knees spread-eagle, I had no trouble accessing the folds of my ]feminine mound. I wasn't surprised to find that I was warm and slick with my own juices. My fingers masterfully fondled the fleshy button atop my slit.
My fingers danced with somebody else's. Alan's hand was already pleasuring me and he knew all of the spots where I needed to be touched the most.
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