Dirty Secrets (The Ultimate Taboo Box Set)

by Wild, Angel

  I’m tall, tanned, and gorgeous. I’ve got gorgeous long dark hair that I should practically charge people to see. If I charged the men in this town to jerk off just to the sight of my voluminous, sexy hair instead of fucking their drab old wives, I’d be a millionaire in a matter of weeks.

  Of course, if all that was sexy about me was my hair, I’d hardly have good reason to be so arrogant and vain. Luckily for me, I’m the whole package. Of course, I could just tell you that I’m toned, but would that really communicate the achingly sexy turns of my midsection, so solid and complete as my abs connect with my obliques, leading lusciously down into my heartbreaking hips and ass? There’s not a drop of fat on my body, and my tits are enormous fuck-pillows, made for the adoration purely and totally of the Men in my family.

  Oh yes, that’s right. Nobody gets to have me but my Daddy…and after today, my big brother. All this is hotness was just purely designed for their pleasure, as far as I’m concerned.

  Other men can look, but they don’t get to have my perfect, angelic face looking into their eyes and telling them what a hot little naughty fuckslut whore I need to be just for them for the rest of my life. Think about that for a moment—the hottest face you’ve ever seen on a glamour magazine or in a celebrity rag, pouting and needing all the time, just hopping at the chance to do the slightest thing for her man, aching to be used and abused as a domesticated, housecleaning, meal-cooking fuckslut cum guzzling whore who needs more than anything else to be stuffed full of fantastic family cock.

  That’s all that I am.

  It’s too bad Daddy’s out of town, or else today could have been real fun. But he was away on business.

  So, Blake is coming home from his tour to me, and me alone.

  I’ve made sure that the occasion will be a special one for him. Besides arranging every possible room for constant, hot, hardcore fucking, I’ve dressed up just for him.

  Decorating my body is the hottest, sluttiest prom gown I could find. My real prom was ages ago—more than five months ago, in fact, before I graduated high school.

  But I didn’t go. Nobody at the school deserved me, and I knew I couldn’t go with my Daddy like I would have loved to. Instead, I stayed home with Daddy and sucked him off all night long in sexy pretty bridal lingerie, letting him know that more than anything else, I wanted to be his special daughter fuckwife.

  But that didn’t mean I only wanted to be Daddy’s fuckwifepet.

  Oh no. I need to be my brother’s pet too. He’s always been there for me. Whenever I’ve been sad or down, big bro was always there to let me know how much he cared. So now, I need to show him how much I care.

  My gown is golden, with long slits down each leg, showing off my perfect hips and ass. The v-neck is perfectly arranged around my tits, a thick semi-circle of gemstones attending my bountiful young cleavage.

  Sleek, hot golden silk gloves adorn my arms, going all the way up to my elbows. I love the way I look in gloves. I think it’s such a classy, hot way to announce to the man you care about that you don’t care about anything practical—you are saying to everyone how you can’t get your hands dirty, you can’t do anything that will make you unclean, because all of you is designed to be your man’s hot fuckdoll decoration who wants to give him a little extra softness as you stroke his big, fat thick cock.

  That’s the only way these gloves will get dirty—if they’re covered in a mountain of my big bro’s cum.

  Mmm. I can’t wait.

  Hot gloves are like long hair—impractical for anything except for being gorgeous and announcing to the world that you want to be some man’s perfect little cockslut. That’s why my hair is so long, so teased and coiffed, its dark surface so shiny and wonderfully arranged. My six-inch heels—golden as well, with long silk ribbon straps that wrap all the way up around my calves and up past my knees—are also good for nothing but an announcement of how badly I want to be seen as a hot little whore.

  Topping it all off, I have on the prom queen crown. I came by it legitimately—they gave the silly thing to me at school when I was taking finals. Or, more accurately, when I was hanging out in the hallway as some nerd took the finals for me in a last-ditch effort to prove his love for me.

  Apparently, the school tried to give it to some other girl, but there was such an uproar over how I deserved it more—from teachers and students—that she was forced to let it go.

  She probably cried about it.

  Good.

  This is probably the most amount of clothes I've worn at one time for the past few months, ever since I confessed to my Daddy how badly I needed to be his special perfect fuckpet. Usually, when I get home, I take all of my clothes off right away and dress in lingerie. The color is picked by Daddy, the outfit is chosen by me. Then I'll sit in the entryway, kneeling, waiting for him to come home. If I've been very good, he lets me finger my hot teenage cunt while I wait, so desperate to feel his manhood inside me.

  The last week or so, Daddy has started choking me while he drills me from behind, spilling his seed deep inside my dripping wet pussy. I begged him to do it. It's so fucking hot, feeling him control me like that, feeling him have my life in his hands completely. He told me he wouldn't choke me until I turned him on enough—so I surprised him at his office with a naughty schoolgirl outfit on. He fucked me right there, in his office—and he had to choke my sexy collared neck just to keep everyone from hearing me scream and call him Master.

  But my hot fucklord of a DaddyMaster hasn't made any rulings on whether I can fuck my hot big bro or not. Just other men aren't allowed—inferior men, who don't deserve me like my family men do. When I walked out of his office, all choked and fucked, there were open stares from the men in the office. They probably knew what was going on. I didn't care. Daddy doesn't either. He's such an alpha stud that they do anything he says without question, just like me.

  He came home that night, fucking me ruthlessly once again, choking me with open relish, telling me how he caught and fired a man who was jerking off in his cubicle, moaning my name.

  It always turns me on so much hearing about all the guys that love me, even though all I want to do all day long is make love to the men in my family. Only those men are good enough. They’re the only men I can really trust to never leave me, to treat me the way I really need and deserve.

  I can hear the front door knob turning. I get in position at the stairway, pushing my tits up on the banister, one long perfect leg held out sexily.

  He comes inside, still in uniform, setting down his big green duffel bag.

  “Welcome back, big brother,” I coo happily. “I’m so happy you’ve come back!”

  His missions overseas were so secret that he couldn't even tell us where he had been. All I know is that he’s definitely been in combat. He’s been able to tell us that over the phone.

  God, that’s so hot to think about. My big hot brother fighting man to protect me and keep me safe.

  And I know, too, that I need to have him protecting me, holding me tight—I need to have him filling me up and telling me everything will be all right forever. He's so fucking strong, so capable of fighting and defending, that I know I could believe him.

  I used to guess that he was in the Middle-East, on the once or twice every six weeks when he could make a phone call.

  “No, sis,” he said. “Think farther East.”

  “Asia? But we don't have any forces in Asia.”

  “Are you sure about that?”

  But he wasn't allowed to say anymore.

  In the house now, he stands up straight, looking me over with a bemused smile on his face. His neck is flushed, and I can tell he's aroused by the way his eyes focus on my tits, my bared hips.

  I strut down the stairs, biting my lower lip in barely-repressed need.

  His eyes roam over my outfit as I approach, just as they should. I’m dressed up for him. I belong to him, tonight.

  I present myself for him, arching my back, holding my gloved hands up u
nderneath my tits to push them up even more. I know I look fucking gorgeous. I know that half the guys at my old school would die happy just to see me like this—and they’d probably die from jerking themselves off too much, too. I don’t care.

  All I care about right now is looking hot for Blake. My skin is shiny and smooth, so obviously made for nothing but touching, adoring, and loving—but only for the right kind of man. I'm so, so very lucky that Blake is just the right kind of man, and that I have him all to myself.

  “I guess now I know why you weren’t at the airport to say hello.”

  I nod happily, biting my lip, pressing my hot gloved hands hard against my chest.

  “I didn’t think anyone would understand,” I breathe. “They wouldn’t understand the way that I need to be yours.”

  Quickly, eagerly, I wrap my hands around his waist, drawing him close and nuzzling my cheek against his chin. I can feel his hands, somewhat unsure, moving over my backside.“Do you understand, big bro? I’m all grown up now. I can show you.”

  His hands slide up my sides, two of his big fingers pushing into my spine, sending hot thrills through my entire body. I purr with his touch.

  Then he pushes me away somewhat, shaking his head with a distant smile on his face.

  “You grew up into such a hot little number, sis. I'm sure lots of guys are falling all over themselves to be with you. You don’t need to ruin your life by being with your brother.”

  I push forward again. He holds me back in his strong hands. Even though it's not being used how I want, I revel in the feel of his strength on me.

  “I don’t care about any of those other guys, big bro. I only want you. Do you like my prom dress?”

  He nodded, eyes still a little wide. “Whoever you went with must have fucked…” He took a breath. “…must have really liked it.”

  I giggle and smile. My tits bounce invitingly.

  “I'm all dressed up like this because I didn't go to prom with anybody, big bro. Nobody at school deserved to go with me.”

  “You're goddamn right.”

  His response seems automatic. As if he can't help himself, his big, rock-solid arms slide around me and he holds me tight. Possessively. I feel sooo safe. Nothing could go wrong right now, not with him so close. So strong and good and protective. I need him to need me like I need him.

  I stare up into his steely eyes, my tits crushed on his uniform, forming appealing half-gloves of pure lust.

  “I wanted you to be my prom date, big bro. I want you to be my hot big bro boyfriend sir.”

  He moans throatily, catching my chin under his fingers. His lips are so close to mine now.

  “You know what happens to hot babes like me on prom night, right?”

  “They have a good time?”

  I nod. “They have a good time because their studs take them home and fuck them senseless.”

  “Cassandra…” he shakes his head, trying to turn away. I stay near him. One of my perfect legs slides up his. “What are we doing? What are you saying?”

  “I'm saying I want my hot big bro to hold me tight and fuck me and make me feel all safe. Please? I love you, Blake. I always have. I need you. I need only you. I’ll die if I can’t have—”

  He moans and kisses me then, his hot brother tongue sliding into my mouth, making my little sister tongue all sloppy and wet with his warm saliva. Threads of it slide out of lips when he pulls away, staring at me deeply.

  “Cassandra…” he shakes his head again. “I’m glad that you’ve blossomed, and…man, you have blossomed. But you and I both know that something like this can’t happen.”

  I pout, fiddling with his uniform’s buttons. They’re actually easy to start moving apart. “Says who?”

  “You know who.” He waved a hand. “Society.”

  “I don’t care what society has to say. I want to fuck my big brother. I want your big brother cock jamming inside my little sister pussy, showing me what a hot, good slut I can be for you. I want that all the time, big bro. I want it right now. I've set up rooms for us, Blake. We have all weekend.”

  He is breathing hard, looking down my chest. I position my tits upward so he can see. I want him to look. I want my big brother’s eyes all over me.

  “What about...what about Dad?”

  I look down, biting a lip.

  “Don't worry about him. I don't think he'll mind. If he finds out...” I giggle. “Let's just say he doesn't have much moral authority in the matter.”

  “You mean you...you and him...”

  His breathing increases, ragged and hot. I can tell the idea of my Daddy fucking me really turns him on. I think that, beyond anything else, it lets him know how serious I am about fucking him. The boundaries are slipping away for him.

  “That's right,” I purr. “He's been drilling me nightly. And I love it. I love the cock of my men in me. You're both so special to me...he just...disciplines me, how I need. Lets me be his happy little servant. But that's not all I need, big bro.”

  Working swiftly, I drop his pants. He doesn't stop me, doesn't protest. Such good news. He wants this. He just needs a little more convincing. I don't mind. I love convincing him. I start stroking his cock. He's already hard—my brother, so fucking hard just for me! I love it. He loves it too, I can tell...but doubt adorns his face.

  “I need a partner,” I say hotly. “Someone I can depend on...a man that I know will treat me right and fuck me hard. I just need so much cock, big bro, and Daddy doesn't have enough. But the two of you together...”

  I stroke his cock even harder. Precum starts flowing out of the head, and I smear it around the shaft. My strokes become slick and fast. His giant veiny rod is so fucking big. Eight inches at least. I need it inside me, all that meat, filling me up. Oh my fucking god, I want it so much!

  “You're so fucking manly and hot now, big bro,” I coo. “I bet the military has shown you all kinds of hot ways to hold a girl down. Why don’t you show me some of them?”

  Hot schlicking sounds from my gloves attending his cock start filling the room. He nods, finally, gyrating his hips into the sizzling hot handjob I'm giving him.

  “If this is going to happen, you’re going to do exactly what I tell you to.”

  “Yes, Sir,” I breathe. “I wouldn’t think of doing anything else.”

  He moves my hands away from his cock. I groan with need to keep touching it, but I obey. He picks me up with his hands on my waist, enormous biceps bulging. He sets me down right on the rug I’ve arranged in the entryway. Letting out a long breath, he slides on top of my body. His weight is so wonderful, so reassuring. His cock only feels harder and harder as he moves up my thighs, my abdomen. He's smearing my pretty gown with his cum, marking me as his. His hands crawl over my perfection, squeezing my tits harder and harder.

  His lips are rough and welcome. Moaning, his tongue slides against mine. My gloved hands pull his face against mine, needing more and more of him. I love him so much. I want to shout it to the world. I love my big brother! I love him!

  A smile crosses his face as he sinks his hand down to my pussy. He finds I’m totally bare there…and totally wet. He starts slinking down my body, kissing the soft slutty fabric of my gown.

  “I’ve wanted to do this,” he growls, “for a very long time.”

  I can’t fucking believe it, but my super stud military big brother goes down on me right then and there. He starts relentlessly eating my pussy. His lips push purposefully against my hot little clit, his tongue flicking out rhythmically. He grips my ass hard, harder, harder. I feel like I'm almost in the way of my own pussy for him. That's so hot.

  He picks me up, his grip ironclad on my ass, still licking me with perfect rhythm. He bends me backward, my legs wrapped around his head, and he just drives his tongue against my clit again and again. Soon, I'm doing a handstand, bent over backwards as he licks my tight hot young teen pussy.

  “Oh my god,” I moan into the rug. “Oh my god, Blake! Blake! Yes, Blake!”


  His licking only increases. His tongue so lithe, so agile and strong. I love everything it’s doing. I love how he's bent me over. I can't get away, I can only need more and more.

  “I’m gonna cum,” I moan.

  I really am. I've never felt anything like this, not even with Daddy! He only licks me harder, his frequency increasing.

  “I’m gonna cum! I-I-I’m go-gonna ohhhh Blake!”

  His licks transform into hot, wet kisses as my orgasm arrives. The bliss finally boils over and the hot waves of orgasm spread through my body. Bent in half how I am, I still thrash and turn, my gorgeous young hot body so perfectly shaped to have just this exact feeling, to be rippling with lust and vibrating with such complete pleasure.

  He moves my legs down from around his head to around his waist. I move my head around, and he's on top of me now in missionary position. I lock my heels where they are, pulling him in. He rips at my gown, sliding his perfect, pleasure-giving tongue over my tits. For several moments as I enjoy the post-orgasm bliss, he sucks at my hot young nipples.

  Then, he whispers in my ear the hottest, most absolutely perfect thing I’ve ever heard in my life.

  “I want to be inside you. Now.”

  I can smell his breath, tasting just like my sexy hot teen cunt. I whimper out a yes.

  “I need it too. I love you, Blake. I need my big bro inside me so bad.”

  I can feel the length of his fully-hard cock sliding against my thighs and ass. It’s so big. It’s as big as Daddy’s—maybe even bigger!

  With a long, shuddering sigh, he spreads my legs just slightly and enters my hot young pussy. His big, hulking rod fills me up, his military-carved muscles so hard and chiseled in the dim light of the room.

  “Oh fuck, Blake,” I moan, running my gloved hands up his rock hard body. “You’re so good!”

  I've never felt like this, so alive, so needy all at once! I just know his cock has been waiting for me for so long, just like I've been waiting for his.

  “Yeah,” he grunts, thrusting slowly into me, taking his time. “Oh yeah, my hot sister babe.”

  “Oh god, yes! Fuck me, brother! Fuck your hot sister's hot little pussy!”