EROTICA: 10 GROUP MMF FIRST TIME TABOO BRAT SEX STORIES (MEGA COLLECTION BUNDLE: Man of the House, MFF, MMF, Alpha Men Gang, Menage Romance — BONUS FREE BOOK: Stepbrother Forbidden Romance)

by Sophia Taboo

  “Get you a drink, baby?” he asked as though he knew the answer would be yes.

  “Who are you?” I asked, surprising myself with such cocky confidence.

  “I’m the man who’ll make your dreams come true,” he said puffing his chest out like a peacock.

  “I seriously doubt that, Peewee,” I said strutting past him.

  Was that me? I wondered. This Masquerade was doing something to me and I am pretty sure I liked it.

  I slithered from the entry way to the kitchen and across the room, standing in the door that led to the back patio, I saw Jeremy. I recognized his mask, sure, but more than anything I recognized the V-shaped torso outlined by a finely tailored tux with tails. I took one step toward him and was stopped dead in my tracks. A redheaded girl in an emerald green dress that stopped barely past her ass had slid onto his arm and was twirling a forefinger around his chest. His left hand crept around her waist and held her close.

  A flaming shot burnt through me like an arrow and pinned me to where I stood. I gaped for a while, unsure of what to do. All that confidence that had overwhelmed me like a tidal wave vanished and I was left standing alone in a dark void in the kitchen the pathetic nerdy trumpeter Jeremy had been forced to live with his entire life. I saw him being crowned as Prom King all over again. I felt the pangs of embarrassment and hurt as he unapologetically teased me to impress his friends. Then I felt someone shove a red party cup into my hand and I snapped back to reality. Before I could figure out who had handed it to me, they were gone. In the blink of an eye and without a moment’s more hesitation, I downed the sickly sweet liquid within the cup. I heard several people in my vicinity cheer and I realized, to my surprise, that they were cheering for me.

  “Get her another one,” someone yelled.

  Another cup appeared in my hand and a chorus of voices rang out, “GO! GO! GO! GO! GO!” With an intense need not to disappoint my newfound fans, I put the rim of the cup to my lips and chugged the liquid down again. As the last drop slid down my throat I gasped and my eyes bulged wide. The cup hit the floor as I threw it down and the kitchen erupted into a celebration in my honor. The room spun. The masked faces became a blurred panorama and the voices echoed off the walls of my skull like faraway shouts of pleasure and pain.

  “What was that?” I heard a voice inside me ask.

  “Jungle juice,” an external voice replied.

  I took a few breaths to steady myself and then found the edge of the counter to lean on. Not having ever had any alcohol before, two cups of jungle juice had done their work quickly. I edged along the walls until I found a chair. I didn’t even realize I was outside until I felt a hand shaking my knee and I snapped back to consciousness. I saw the stars in the sky, felt the cold wind, and then in the center of my hazy vision saw a familiar Arlecchino mask staring at me.

  “Kim, you okay?” Jeremy was asking.

  “What?” I asked steadying my brain. “Oh yeah! Yeah I’m fine! I’m great! Just a little, um… sleepy?”

  “I think we better get you to bed,” he said, starting to hoist me up by my arm.

  “No, no!” I protested. “I don’t want you to miss your party. What about that girl.”

  “Don’t worry about it,” he said. “Let’s just get you to a bed.”

  There was a moment when we were in a taxi, and then a moment when I saw a dormitory’s front desk. Then suddenly I was inside a dorm room that wasn’t mine. Finally, after what felt like years, my thinking cleared a bit and my vision focused enough to actually take in information.

  “Jeremy?” I asked.

  “Yeah, sis,” he said, grabbing a water bottle out of his mini refrigerator and bringing it to me.

  “Are we in your dorm room?”

  He laughed a little. “Yeah,” he said. “You feeling okay?”

  He handed me the bottle already opened and I drank a good half of it before I had to stop to let my stomach rest.

  “Yeah, yeah, I’m okay,” I said. “I guess I got drunk.”

  He laughed again. “Yeah, you chucked two cups of jungle juice, Kim. Have you ever even drunk before?”

  “Nope,” I said as I finished the water bottle. “That was my first!” I felt immensely better with the water in me. I could actually see and think and talk like a human again.

  “Shit, your party!” I said. “You’re missing your party! I’ll call Dana to come pick me up.”

  “You stay right where you are,” he said. “My roommate’s gone until Monday so I’ve got plenty of space here for you.”

  “Yeah, but,” I began to protest.

  “No ‘buts,’” he said. “You’ll stay here tonight.”

  “Okay,” I said, my heart suddenly racing.

  He was still wearing his tux, but the mask and bowtie were off and the top button of his shirt was undone. It was suddenly incredibly difficult to think straight again. I supposed I could still be drunk, but this felt like something else entirely. This felt far too familiar to be the jungle juice.

  “You want another water?” he asked.

  “Yeah, that’d be great,” I said.

  He grabbed two and sat down next to me on his roommate’s bed. He handed me one, again already opened, and we drank our water in silence.

  “Did you find your girl?” I asked.

  “Yeah, I did,” he said.

  “How’d it go?”

  “Pretty well,” he said. “She was pretty drunk, though.”

  “Hmm… super attractive, huh?” I asked self-deprecatingly.

  “Actually,” he said, taking a long breath, “I thought you looked great tonight.”

  “What?” I scoffed.

  “I said you look amazing tonight, Kim,” he said. He was staring at me with an expression I’d never seen on his face before but yet I recognized it. I knew I’d seen it somehow, but it couldn’t be real. This was the face of the Jeremy in my fantasies. This was the face he wore in my mind’s eye every night while I touched myself.

  “What are you talking about?” I asked warily.

  “Look,” he said sliding closer to me on the bed. “You’re my stepsister. And I know it’s wrong, I know I shouldn’t feel this way, but I can’t help it. I’ve never known how to deal with it, so I just hid from it, but seeing you tonight, in this dress, with this hair, there was something different about you. You were more… you.”

  I was practically hyperventilating.

  “Jeremy, what are you saying?” I asked breathlessly.

  “I’m saying,” he paused, collecting his thought, or maybe his courage. “I’m saying that I’ve been waiting a long time to do this.”

  And without another word his lips were on mine.

  His lips were soft but he pressed them against my mouth firmly, with conviction and passion like I’d never felt from anyone before. His tongue slid past my teeth into my mouth and jostled for space with mine. His arms entwined around my back and I instinctually pushed him away.

  “No, Jeremy, wait,” I said. “We can’t do this.”

  “But,” he hesitated, “wait I thought you felt the same way.”

  “I do,” I said, “I do. More than you’ll ever know. But we can’t actually do this, Jeremy. You’re my stepbrother.”

  “I don’t care, Kim,” he said leaning in. I pushed him away again, standing up and wobbling into the middle of his room.

  “Look,” I said, “I’ve wanted you since before you even knew my name. Long before I even know what ‘wanting you’ meant, really. But this is wrong. We’re family.”

  “Not blood,” he said, “only in name.”

  “But that’s still family,” I corrected him.

  “So, what?” he said, standing up and walking toward me. “So you’re going to tell me that you’ve wanted me for almost thirteen years and when the opportunity is finally upon us you’re going to turn it down for propriety’s sake?”

  “Yes!” I exclaimed. “That’s exactly what… Look, Jeremy, I…” but I couldn’t bring myself
to mean any of it. I couldn’t even bring myself to finish the sentence. I stopped and just stared at him as he walked the last few feet to stand directly in front of me. His eyes in the moonlight filtering in through the dorm room windows were piercing like knives. He stood inches away from me. My heart beat against my ribs like a wild animal caged in a crate desperate to get out. My vision blurred again and my knees went weak. I started to stumble slightly but Jeremy’s strong arms caught me around the waist and hoisted me back up. Without a thought, my hands slung around his neck and we pulled ourselves onto each other like magnets.

  We kissed desperately, passionately, exactly as two people who’ve repressed their feelings for each other for over a decade should kiss. It was messy, wet, and jerky. It was as though neither of us could have our lips on enough of the other’s body at once. We needed more contact; more skin. My hands slid down his granite chest and dipped in under his jacket sleeves. I pushed my hands forward and down and his coat fell to the floor revealing his bowling ball deltoids and that v-shaped frame under his white tuxedo shirt.

  His hands crept to my back and found the tiny zipper tab at the top of my dress. He pinched it between his fingertips and pulled it down. It stuck but he worked it back up and down until he’d reached the bottom. He ran his hands up my bare back to my shoulders and slipped his fingers under the shoulder straps of my sleeveless gown. His hands brushed outward along my arms and down to my wrists as the dress crumpled and piled like fresh black satin snow on the floor around my feet. I stood before him nearly naked, my hands tugging at the bottom of his white shirt, pulling it out from his pants and unbuttoning it as fast as I could. I worked my way up, and he worked his way down to halve our time in removing his shirt. He flailed his shoulders back and forth to force it off of himself and I started to pull his white undershirt off over his head.

  “Jesus, how many layers did you wear tonight?” I asked between his lips.

  “Shut up, just fuck me,” he commanded.

  Desire filled me from my stomach outward and I felt a wave of wetness fill my panties. I trembled as my hands threw his shirt off of him and I saw and felt his David-like body in front of me. I ran my hands over every ripple, ever ridge of perfectly toned muscle. This sculpture, this statue, my stepbrother wanted me to fuck him.

  This is not right, Kim, I heard that little voice of my conscious yelling from the back recesses of my mind. You’re family. You don’t sleep with your family!

  I forced the thought away and focused instead on where my fingertips were gliding over the smooth edges of his perfectly defined abs toward his belt. I pulled at the buckle and dropped the belt to the floor. Jeremy’s hands reached around to my lower back as I cupped his cock in my palm through his pants, pressing my body up against his. He reached lower and grabbed my ass like two footballs he planned to run in for a touchdown, the hands of a man who would one day make his living holding onto what he intended to keep.

  He squeezed my ass and I gripped his shaft, massaging through his tuxedo pants, feeling the blood pour from his extremities into his ever-stiffening cock. I could feel him throb and pulsate in my hand and I pulled myself closer to him to keep a tighter grip. My hands shifted slightly and I pulled my lips away from his for the first time. I let my hot breath break over his mouth while I manipulated the button on his pants open. Then, slowly, I took hold of the tab of his zipper and slid it down, cresting over the mound of his half-erect cock. I slid my hands around his waist, plunging them into his pants and sliding them down the length of his racehorse legs, taking myself to my knees in front of him.

  His fingers tangled themselves in my hair and I could feel him desperate for me to take him in my mouth. Not wanting to disappoint, I stayed on my knees and cupped his cock again. The bulge in the front of his boxer briefs was growing more and more by the second, so much so that the waistband was stretching away from his flat, hard stomach. I crept my fingers up to the elastic waistband and pulled it forward, extending it over the tip of his cock and sliding his boxer-briefs to the ground. He stepped hungrily out of them and I knelt there, face to face with his mind-bogglingly massive cock. I panted as my heart raced ever faster. The voice came back again.

  There’s still time to stop, Kim! You don’t have to do this! Sure, you’ll blue-ball him but he’s your family. You don’t fuck family!

  Fuck off, I thought, and gripped the base of his cock in my hands opening my mouth wide and suctioning my wet lips around his mid-shaft, sliding all the way up to his head. I slid my tongue around the base of the head and then flicked at the tip with the tip of my tongue. His body shook and he pulled my hair as his hands clenched to find a grip. I took him in my mouth once again and bobbed my head forward and backward up and down the length of his shaft. I kept my tongue on the underside of his cock as I worked saliva into my mouth to keep it slick. Taking him out of my mouth I licked his dick from the base to the tip, wrapping my tongue like a snake around his python as I did. His body clenched forward, his abs tightening and popping out like puzzle pieces. I took the tip of him in my mouth again and spun my tongue around it like a cyclone before taking him as deeply as I could without choking into my mouth again and sliding him back out. I gasped for air and looked up at him with my big blue eyes.

  “Does that feel good?” I asked coyly.

  “Jesus, yes,” he said breathlessly. I guess those trumpet lessons paid off. “But enough’s enough. I need to fuck you.”

  He grabbed me by the shoulder and stood me up. He compressed my lips with his and his hands instantly found the clasp on the back of my black pushup bra. He expertly undid the latch and the bra fell to the ground. Not wanting to waste any time, I reached my thumbs down and slid my panties down past my feet to the floor and our bodies mashed up against each other again, now in full contact, every bit of skin that could possibly touch did. His erect cock dug into my abdomen and my full, pink nipples poked forward into his chest. He reached around, grabbing my ass again and pulling me closer to him. I could feel his pelvis gyrating against mine, desperate to be inside me and bring ourselves into as much physical connection as two people could ever accomplish.

  He gently pushed me back toward his bed and laid me down. He climbed slowly, carefully, on top of me and ran his cock down my flat stomach to press anticipatorily against my clitoris. My back arched with desire and I pushed my pelvis up as I’d imagined doing so many times. Awkwardly and quickly he reached under the bed, reaching for something that he didn’t seem to be finding.

  “Shit,” he said still groping in the dark under his bed. “Shit, shit, shit!”

  “What?” I asked, grabbing hold of him tightly, stroking his back with my nails.

  “I can’t find a condom,” he said desperately.

  “I don’t fucking care,” I said.

  “No, Kim, I can’t fuck you without a condom, come on,” he said in a panic.

  “Jesus, Jeremy, I don’t fucking care just fuck me!” I said.

  “If I get you pregnant…” he posited.

  “You won’t!” I rationalized. “Just pull out! Come on, please, please, I need you in me.”

  I groaned underneath him and his grunts indicated that he had acquiesced to my clearly sound reasoning. I ran my hands up and down his back, my nails dragging along his skin leaving tiny scratch marks that would vanish by morning. He grabbed hold of my left thigh in his right hand and propped it up. He wriggled his pelvis around, finding just the right angle. I took his cock in my hand and positioned it with perfect aim. The tip penetrated the folds of my pussy and he slowly, lustfully, greedily pushed forward and slid fully inside of me.

  I gasped with exhilaration and surprise. He was so big! I’d expected it to hurt a little, but he was so long, so thick that he stretched me out far more than I’d thought he would. The pain, however, was far outweighed by the incredible pleasure I was experiencing. Stars blinked before my eyes as he pushed deeper and deeper into me, holding my thigh up to his right to angle himself in more. I tilted m
y pelvis just like in my fantasies and I felt him slide another few centimeters in. His body was slick and shimmering in the moonlight. He reached out with his left hand and grabbed my breast, pinching my nipple between his fingers and twisting, sending a shock of seductive pain through me that forced a moan from somewhere deep inside.

  “Don’t stop!” I squealed. “Don’t stop, oh God, oh God, yes!”

  He groaned atop me and pushed harder and a little faster into me. My pulse quickened and I felt dizzy. Suddenly, my eyes burst open and my back arched. Every muscle in my body tightened so much I thought that every sinew, every tendon, would snap. My mouth gaped open in a silent scream and the dizziness turned into a white light and then an explosion of orgasm. I came and shook like an earthquake, wrapping my leg around him to hold him inside me. My silent scream found a voice and came out in a high, short burst of moans as my body quaked against his. He slowed down as I decrescendoed.