Too Big Taboo Bundle: Naughty Brats, Forbidden First Time, Man of the House

by Veronica Vaughn

  He’s your stepdad, I thought to myself. Not just some piece of man meat for you to drool over.

  My stern inner monologue did nothing to stem my arousal. I knew it was wrong to want him so badly, but I couldn’t help myself. I could feel my nipples tightening against my nightie, revealing the shape of my two little bumps. James’ hand accidentally grazed across one of my boobs. The electricity of his touch was about to set me on fire. I stole a glance at his crotch and my eyes widened when I saw the bulge in his pants. My mouth watered. I wanted nothing more than to free that enormous erection from its confinement. I wanted to taste him, to suck him off and drink down his cum.

  Let’s just say it was hard to focus on the movie.

  James shifted in his seat, trying to discretely reposition his rigid manhood. The tension between us was impossible to miss. He wouldn’t have such a raging hard-on if he wasn’t as turned on as I am, I rationalized. All I have to do is reach over and touch it.

  James glanced in my direction, then did a double take when he noticed that I was staring at him. Our eyes locked and his brow furrowed. There was something hungry and wild in his deepening expression. His eyes raked down my body, lingering on my chest, enjoying the view. My nipples were so tight they almost hurt.

  The building tension was more than I could bear. I pulled his face toward mine, simultaneously lifting myself onto James’ crotch. My lips brushed against his. He didn’t move a muscle. I nibbled his pouty bottom lip, tasting the salt on his skin.

  He seemed torn, like he was trying to hold himself back. I let my ass grind into his crotch, and something inside of him broke loose. Like a brute, my stepfather seized me by the neck and pulled my face against his own. My lips parted slightly to accept his kiss, his tongue dipping deliciously into my mouth. He kissed me ardently, hungrily, his lips mashed against my own. His grip on my neck was almost too tight. It felt dangerous, but exciting, too. I was in his hands now. I would submit to him entirely, let him kiss me, fuck me, whatever he wanted.

  James pulled off his shirt, revealing his tanned and toned chest and washboard stomach. The sight and touch of his bare chest aroused my desire, my pussy aching for him. He nibbled my ear, as he freed my breasts from the nightie. They spilled over the top, their softness pressing against James, my hard nipples mashed against his strong, firm chest. He cupped my ass with two violent handfuls, pulling me into him. The feel of his fingers digging into my backside was driving me wild, and I gave in to my desire, allowing James to fully dominate me with his hands and mouth. With one hand still on my ass, another found my breasts and fondled them, his fingers squeezing and tweaking the sensitive peaks of my nipples. He took one of my little buds in his mouth, his tongue running delicious circles around it, and I couldn’t help but moan out loud, his tongue felt so good. I was dripping wet by now, ready and willing to submit to his cock.

  Oh, I wanted his cock. I needed to feel my stepfather inside me. I grabbed at his belt, fumbling with the buckle. He leaned back against the couch.

  “Damn, Ellie,” he said, his eyes drinking me in. “Your tits are fucking gorgeous. Everything about you is beautiful.”

  His compliment made me smile. I had always craved his praise, even as a little girl.

  “Thank you, Daddy,” I purred.

  The very second the word left my lips, James’ face went blank. Then his eyes widened in shock.

  “What have I done?” he said. “Oh, my god, what am I doing to my little girl? I’m a monster.”

  “You’re not a monster,” I pleaded, placing my hand on his chest. “I want you to fuck me right now.”

  “You’re my little girl. My daughter,” he muttered, seeming to lose his composure. “I was about to fuck my own daughter. And I was loving every second of it.”

  “I’m not your daughter,” I said. “I’m your stepdaughter. It’s completely different.”

  “No,” he said, “it’s not.”

  From the look in James’ eyes, I knew he had made up his mind. From this point on there would be no trying to change him.

  “I raised you,” he continued. “You’re my daughter, no matter what you say. Jesus Christ. What are we going to do? I don’t even trust myself around you right now.” James looked around the room, before his eyes settled on my exposed breasts. “Cover yourself up.”

  A chill swept up my spine. Feeling rejected by the man I cared about the most, I pulled my nightie back over my breasts, and I crawled out of James’ lap. I sat on the couch, and the space between us seemed impossibly wide. I crossed my arms, holding my elbows in my own hands, and I cried.

  “Get your things,” James said, his voice drained of emotion. “I’m taking you to your grandparents.”

  IV.

  My grandparents lived on the other side of town. We didn’t say a word on the drive to their house. The tension in the air of James’ pickup truck was excruciating. I sat as far away from him as I could, feeling very small and very foolish. A single tear ran down my cheek.

  Thank God my grandparents go to bed promptly following the 10 o’clock news. By now it was nearly midnight. I didn’t want them to see me like this.

  When James pulled into the driveway, I got out without saying goodbye and quietly unlocked the front door, and went straight to bed, burrowing under my covers. That’s when I lost it. I mourned for my relationship with James. First, the war had taken him from me. Now, my own sexual desire for my stepfather had pushed him away.

  I slept in that morning. When I got up, I found my grandparents fussing with each other in the kitchen.

  “This is a surprise,” Grandma said when she noticed me groggily wiping the sleep from my eyes. “What are you doing here?”

  “Um,” I stuttered, searching my brain for any reason besides the real one, “I guess I forgot that I left some stuff over here, so James drove me back last night.”

  “What stuff?” Grandma quizzed.

  The first thing that popped in my head was the teddy bear that I used to cuddle up with when I was a little girl.

  “Mr. Pumpkins,” I blurted out.

  “You’re a little old to still need that ragged old doll to go to sleep at night,” she scolded. “Are you going to take Mr. Pumpkins to college with you in the fall, too?”

  “I guess so,” I said, before turning and escaping her interrogation. Before long Grandma would move on to other preoccupations, and I’d be free from her words of wisdom.

  This was miserable. I couldn’t stop thinking about James. I was seriously needing some space to clear my head, and a little fresh air wouldn’t hurt, either. First, I took a long, hot shower, then slipped into a cute top, a pair of shorts and my trusty flip flops. Paw Paw and Grandma were still in the kitchen when I darted past.

  “Back late tonight,” I called as the door slammed shut behind me.

  I thought about texting Izzie but decided against it. I really just wanted to be alone. I had a full tank of gas and all the time in the world, my only limitation being the fact that I was absolutely broke. That meant shopping was out of the question. Wasn’t there some place I could disappear for a while? The cabin was the only thing I could think of. Paw Paw did keep a spare key hidden on the back deck.

  I wasn’t as crazy about fishing as Paw Paw, but the cabin had its perks. There was the hammock, in particular. I loved to curl up with a good book, swaying in the breeze, the tinkling music of Whitewater River playing as it rushed over the boulders at the edge of Paw Paw’s property.

  I drove through town, then up the winding road through steep green hills. It didn’t matter how many times I had driven my car around those hairpin turns, I was always afraid that I would not turn sharply enough and steer right through the guard rail, plummeting down the hillside and into the river.

  Paw Paw’s cabin was one of my favorite places. I flipped on the lights and breathed in the sweet, rustic scent of fresh lumber, then grabbed a Coke from the fridge and went back outside and down the steps to the hammock, which stretched between t
wo tall trees. It was shady and cool, and the gentle breeze rocked me as I read my book. It was so cozy that I soon fell asleep, dreaming about James.

  In my dream he was still at war. He was running across the desert in his combat fatigues, bombs detonating all around him. Somehow I was running alongside him. We were fleeing from something. Then, somehow, I knew it was a sniper hiding behind a small rock structure on a hill behind us. The sniper fired, and his bullet hit James in the back. He collapsed forward, his arms flailing, and he landed in the sand. I fell to my knees beside him and helped him roll over. He was hurt, so badly hurt.

  “James!” I wailed, cradling his head in my bosom. “James!”

  I felt something shaking me. I heard my name in the distance.

  “Ellie, wake up. Wake up, Ellie!”

  Roused from my deep sleep, I opened my eyes and was stunned to find James stooped over me, rubbing my shoulder.

  “James?” I sputtered, pulling away from his touch. “What are you doing here?”

  “Paw Paw and I are going fishing,” he said.

  I looked past James’ shoulder, looking for Paw Paw.

  “He’s not here yet,” James said.

  “I came here to get away from you,” I complained.

  James sat down on a stump next to the hammock. “That hurts to hear,” he said. “I already lost your mom. I feel like I lost a part of myself over there. I can’t lose you, too. Ellie, you’re all I have left.”

  “Then you shouldn’t have sent me away last night.”

  I stole an angry glance at James. His dark hair was cropped short, following military regulations, but he had not shaved and his square jaw was dark with stubble. That was extremely unusual. He always kept his face clean and smooth. Part of me wanted to reach up and run my fingers across the roughness of his face. It wasn’t fair that my attraction to him only intensified with the anger I felt.

  “You’re right,” he said. “I never should have let things escalate. I just didn’t trust myself around you. I felt … powerless. That’s not a feeling I am used to, and it scared me. But I love you, and I’m going to be the stepfather you deserve.”

  “I wanted more than a stepdad,” I said. “Now, I don’t know what I want. Just do your fishing or whatever and leave me alone.”

  V.

  James stood up and dusted himself off. When he turned to walk away, his cell phone rang. My eyes cut to James, and I saw the muscles of his hard little butt shifting as he dug in his pocket for the phone.

  “Hello? Oh, hey, Bill. Where are you?” James was silent for a moment. “I understand. No, that’s fine. Sure. We’ll try again next week.”

  James put his phone back in his pocket. “Paw Paw isn’t coming,” he said. “Something to do with his mutual funds.”

  “Great,” I muttered.

  James went inside the cabin and emerged a few minutes later with his fly rod and tackle. I pretended not to notice when he walked past, heading toward the river. I watched him saunter down the trail through the woods. Even out here in the woods, he carried himself like a military man, with his broad shoulders thrown back. Usually I loved watching James’ confident body language, but now it just made me even angrier.

  I kept fuming, even after he was out of sight. My brain was racing with furious thoughts of James down there by the river. Eventually, I couldn’t stand it anymore. I shimmied out of the hammock and grabbed my own fishing pole from the cabin, then set off down the trail to do some fishing of my own. I definitely did not want to see James right now. But if our paths happened to cross, well, I would not hesitate to give him a piece of my mind.

  The river was babbling, but when I reached the bank James was nowhere to be found. Screw him, I thought. I hooked a plastic worm like Paw Paw had taught me and cast into the swift water. I cast again. It was incredibly boring, but I knew James would come by sooner or later.

  I cast my line toward the opposite river bank, next to a little twig that was sticking out of the water. A fish took the lure. My mind was wandering and the fish nearly pulled the rod and reel out of my hands. I staggered, trying to reel it in, but the fish was practically pulling me into the water. I took a couple of steps into the stream, feeling the fast, cold water against my calves. The fish was too big. I wished it would just snap my line and swim on its merry way.

  I yanked my fishing pole back, but I stepped on a slippery rock and fell sideways with a splash. I tried to breath but gulped down a watery mouthful instead. My head went under. When I came up I realized I was being swept downstream, and I screamed, trying to claw my way back to the bank. I reached for a fallen tree and grabbed hold of a limb, but it snapped in my fingers and sent me rolling. I was gasping for breath and paddling frantically, but the current was too strong.

  “Ellie!”

  I turned and caught a glimpse of James shortly before the water took me under again. The water was so clear that I could see James running alongside the river, scrambling over boulders and around trees. Then he tossed off his T-shirt and dove into the water, his strong arms paddling toward me. I grabbed him and clung to his neck, accidentally pushing his head underwater. He came up and drew in a quick breath. We were swiftly approaching a log that had fallen all the way across the river, forming a natural bridge several feet above the water’s surface.

  James thrust his head back out of the water. “Hold on to me!” he growled.

  I was not about to let go. I clung to his neck, my body riding his back. Suddenly he plummeted down beneath the water, then rocketed upward. He grabbed the log in his arms, his legs fighting the current that threatened to sweep us away.

  “You have to crawl over me, Ellie,” he said.

  “I can’t.”

  “Yes, you can.”

  He didn’t even give me a chance to protest. Keeping his grip on the log, he hoisted me over his back with his other hand. In his hands, I was light as a feather. I lay on the log, my arms and legs hugging it tightly, as James swung himself up behind me. James crawled onto his feet, careful not to rock the log or lose his balance. He picked me up and carried me to the end of the log. My arms were wrapped around his neck, and he held me like a sleeping baby. Instead of setting me down on the bank, he carried me that way all the way through the woods and back to the cabin as night began to fall all around us.

  VI.

  I didn’t want James to ever let me go. But once we were inside the cabin, he set me down on a wooden chair. He had rescued me, and my heart was filled with gratitude toward him. Despite swallowing a few gulps of river water, I was not hurt in any way, but my body was wet and a shiver ran up my spine.

  “You need to get out of those wet clothes,” James said.

  “Then undress me.”

  James stood before me, still shirtless. His strong, swollen chest rose with every heavy breath he took.

  “You don’t know what you’re saying, baby girl,” he said.

  But I did know. I knew exactly what I wanted. I stood up and took one step toward James. When he didn’t move, I stopped and smiled, then peeled off my wet blouse, letting it fall to the floor. Then I took another step forward. Still, he didn’t budge. He just watched me, trying to stifle the lust building inside him.

  My all-powerful stepfather. The decorated war veteran. I wanted him to ambush me from behind, attack my cunt and invade my body with his rigid cock. I toyed with the button of my shorts, then flicked it open and unzipped, swaying my hips as the shorts tumbled down my legs. James’ body remained perfectly still, but his eyes raked up and down my body, standing before him in nothing but my bra and panties.

  James nodded his head. I could see the hunger in his eyes, and I stepped closer to him. Now we were practically touching. My long, wet hair felt cold and heavy against the bare skin of my back.

  His body was taut and trembling like a longbow about to release its arrow. Drawn to him, I reached up to touch his chest, wanting to feel his firm, smooth skin beneath my fingertips. The instant my fingers touched his skin, h
e snapped. He grabbed me in his rough hands and snatched my body toward his. With a hand behind my head he pulled our faces together, pressing his mouth against mine so ardently it almost hurt. He dipped his tongue into my mouth and I tasted him, smelled him, all of my senses consumed by him as his hands ran all over my body, groping for every inch of me.

  James bit my earlobe and kissed my neck as I threw my head back and moaned out loud. I gasped when he grabbed my tits and tore off my bra, liberating them. He grabbed them roughly, crushing them in his hands, and he threw me down to the floor. I landed on the rug and James landed on top of me, pinning me beneath his weight as his lips found mine and we kissed more deeply this time, his hands searching from my hard little nipples, down my tummy, lower still, finding my panties and the mound between my legs. He rubbed me greedily, the firmness of his hands dominating my pussy. I was dripping wet, and my entire body was aching to be filled by his cock. He kissed my neck as he slid his fingers into my panties and teased open my pussy, his fingers searching me, toying with the hard little bump of my clit. My body writhed as he dominated me with his fingers. My head was spinning. My muscles tightened and every ounce of sexual energy flowing toward my pulsating cunt.