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

by Veronica Vaughn

  “You have nowhere to go.”

  “I don’t care. You’re an asshole, and I’m not spending another minute under your roof.”

  A wave of sadness washed over my stepfather’s face, but he didn’t say anything to continue the fight. He pulled out his wallet and fished out a pair of crisp one-hundred-dollar bills. He shoved the money into my hands.

  “Get yourself a hotel room, and take a night to think things over,” he told me. “I already lost your mother. I don’t want to lose you, too. But you have to decide for yourself whether you can live under my rules, at least for the next two months.”

  In two months, I would be heading to college. Fine. I would take his money. I shoved it into my pocket and stormed out the door, into my car. My tires screeched as I reversed down the driveway, getting away from him.

  I immediately called my best friend, Kassie.

  “Can you meet me at the mall?” I asked. “Like, right now?”

  “Sure,” she answered. “I was wanting a smoothie.”

  III.

  “What’s bothering you?” Kassie asked as she slurped down a blended mango-banana-blueberry concoction. “You can’t hide anything from me.”

  “My stepdad and I got in a fight,” I replied, hesitant to admit too much. “He’s such a jerk.”

  “What were you fighting about?” Kassie pried.

  “Oh,” I said, “nothing in particular.”

  “That’s weird,” she said, her brow scrunched in deep thought. “He’s always so nice when I’m around. Nice and … you know … totally fucking hot.”

  “Shut up, you slut!” I teased. “That’s my stepdad you’re talking about.”

  “That’s true. Maybe I could seduce him, and then I’d be your stepmom.”

  I did not like the sound of that one bit. Kassie was hot in all the ways I wasn’t. She was slender, with long blond hair and a gorgeous face.

  With my long dark hair and hourglass figure, I knew I was cute, too, but I didn’t turn guys’ heads the way Kassie did. I might have been blessed with all the curves, but it seemed like guys my age were only obsessed with skinny chicks like Kassie. It wasn’t fair, but there was nothing I could do about it.

  “You know, I’m not feeling all that well,” I said, pushing aside my smoothie and standing up from our table. “I think I’m going to take off.”

  Kassie narrowed her eyes. “There’s something you’re not telling me, Chloe,” she said.

  “No, I think I’m just really tired,” I said. “I’ll see you later.”

  I left the smoothie shop and walked through the mall, then got into my car and went in search of the first motel that cost less than $200. I would take my stepdad’s advice and disappear for a night, to spend some time by myself and figure out what in the world I was going to do now that I couldn’t go back home.

  Home. The realization that I didn’t have a home to go to instantly made me sad. It’s not my fault that I am so attracted to my stepdad. You don’t choose the person you fall for. But he didn’t want me, and now I would have to move on with my life.

  Driving through town, I felt like I was going to cry again.

  IV.

  My room at the Radcliffe was only $115, leaving me with money to burn. Spending some cash would certainly make me feel better. By now it was late afternoon, and my room was pretty decent, with a king-size bed and huge flatscreen TV. But best of all was the jacuzzi in the bathroom.

  I left the hotel and went to the Target nearby, and I loaded up on supplies for my night away from home. I bought a bottle of bubble bath, of course, a bunch of candles, and a six-pack of wine coolers. My fake ID was so legit, the clerk never suspected that I was only eighteen.

  Not being over 21, or anything else, was going to come between me and a night of relaxation.

  Back in my room I ordered a pizza and vegged in front of the TV, feeling better after my second wine cooler. Before long I was feeling no pain at all. Screw my stepdad. I didn’t need him. I’d get by on my own until college started and I was able to move into the dorms.

  Okay, I was getting pretty buzzed by now. I brought the last couple of wine coolers and set them beside the jacuzzi, and drew a bath of steaming-hot water and poured in the bubble bath, breathing in the pleasant aroma of lavender. The candles flickered. When I turned off all the ceiling lights and the reading lamp by my bed, the entire room and bathroom was illuminated in beautiful candle light.

  I was ready for my bath. I peeled off my top, then unfastened my bra, freeing my perky breasts to jiggle and bounce as they pleased. I looked at them in the mirror and frowned, then grabbed each one in my hands, massaging them.

  I dropped my shorts and was down to nothing but my lacy thong. I liked the conspicuous curves of my hips, and I turned to admire the roundness of my ass.

  “Mason has no idea what he’s missing,” I harrumphed.

  Shimmying out of my thong, revealing the little triangle of hair above my mound, I eased into the piping-hot water and allowed my body to adjust to the temperature, the jets of hot water battering my backside. I closed my eyes and sighed contentedly.

  “Nope, Mason has no idea,” I repeated.

  I wondered what Mason was doing at that moment. He was probably getting ready for his graveyard shift at the firehouse.

  Mmm, Mason. Why do you have to be such a sexy man? Why couldn’t I have ended up with an ugly stepdad? But Mason was definitely not ugly. Anything but. Fireman calendars were practically invented with him in mind, his body hard in all the right ways.

  I remembered our kiss, reliving the fun part, not the awkward and terrible ending, when his mouth was pressed against mine, our tongues locked in a passionate kiss, the result of sexual tension that had been building for months.

  I remembered the way his rough hands felt on my body, touching me, caressing me, and without even realizing it my own hands began to run over my breasts. My nipples tightened and I teased them, one little nub in each hand. Closing my eyes and sighing with pleasure, I let one of my hands stray down my body, into the hot, sudsy water, exploring the sensitive folds between my legs. I caressed my mound, pretending that my hand was Mason’s, teasing apart the lips of my pussy and rubbing circles around the hard bump of my clit.

  A gentle moan escaped my lips, and my body sank farther into the bath as I gave into the pleasure of my roving fingers. Every ounce of my being was building toward the sexual release that I so desperately needed. An overwhelming tingly feeling surged through my body, and I felt light-headed. My clit was pulsing and my upper thighs began to quiver, and then the waves of orgasm washed through my body.

  I could picture Mason’s bare chest and could feel the firmness of his body pressed against mine. My fingers became his fingers. The second orgasm clenched my body, then sent it trembling.

  I slumped in the tub, completely satisfied for the first time in what felt like weeks. Thrumming jets of water soothed and warmed my skin, and the fragrant scent of lavender filled the steamy air. Soon I was unable to keep open my eyes, and I drifted into a deep, peaceful sleep.

  V.

  When I woke up, I had no idea what time it was. The first thing I noticed was the cold water on my naked skin. The tips of my fingers were wrinkled. Then I noticed the smell. Acrid and harsh, it singed my nostrils.

  Dark gray smoke billowed under the bathroom door. I screamed and jumped out of the tub, my boobs bouncing everywhere as I rushed to the door. I started to grab for the handle but remembered what Mason had taught me when I was a little girl. I held my palm close to the metal knob and could feel the heat emanating from it. Thank God I didn’t just grab hold of it.

  But what else was I supposed to do? The smoke was really pouring in, now. There was no other escape. I tried not to breathe in too much of the fumes, but then I started coughing hyperventilating and I couldn’t help it. The smoke was being sucked into my lungs, hurting them.

  Feeling woozy and lightheaded, I tried to think what I should do, but I couldn’t
focus. I was fading. I lay down on my tummy, hoping to find clearer air to breathe below the rising smoke, and the porcelain tile floor was surprisingly cool against my skin. A coughing fit overcame me, my lungs trying desperately to emit the poisonous smoke.

  I was so sleepy. In my smoke-induced haze I just wanted to fall asleep, there on the floor, and not ever wake up. I thought of Mason, and I told him goodbye, and then I slipped into a state of unconsciousness.

  I don’t think I was out for long. Maybe just a few minutes. Through my groggy haze I heard a commotion, the sound of splintering wood. A man emerged through the smoke. It was Mason, coming to rescue me. He scooped me up like I was light as a feather, cradling me in his arms, and he turned and ran through an enormous hole he had chopped through the bathroom door.

  The smoke was even worse in the bedroom, and flames licked at the bed and the curtains. Other firefighters were battling the flames, spraying them down. Everything was sizzling and popping. Mason jumped over a line of knee-high fire, then dodged a falling beam all glowing red-orange. My hands clung to his neck, my body helpless. Within seconds he burst through the door of the hotel and we were outdoors, the cold night air bracing my skin as I coughed and coughed.

  I was dizzy and confused, but I kept my eyes on Mason the whole time. Knowing I was in his arms made me feel safe and protected, although everything was happening like it was a dream.

  Mason dropped his helmet on the ground and immediately found a heavy blanket to wrap around my naked and soot-stained body. He carried me like a sleeping infant to a waiting ambulance, and he did not leave my side for the next four hours, while I was treated for smoke inhalation. Doctors pumped me full of life-giving oxygen, and I felt sleepy again, but when I woke up Mason was still by my side, his elbows resting on the edge of my hospital bed.

  “You’re awake,” he said.

  I nodded and smiled weakly.

  “You gave me quite a scare,” he continued. “I never should have told you to go to that hotel room.”

  I took his big rough hand in my own much smaller fingers, and held him. I tried to speak, to tell him that everything was all my fault, but my throat was too hoarse and the words wouldn’t come.

  Mason ran his hands through my long hair, which still reeked of smoke, but he didn’t seem to notice. His blue eyes were lost in mine.

  He leaned in. I thought he was about to kiss me on the cheek, but his mouth met mine and his lips gently nuzzled me for a moment. My mouth parted, willingly accepting his embrace, enjoying his taste. He pulled back and cupped his hand on my chin. His eyes were smiling.

  “As soon as you get out of this hospital,” Mason said, “you’re coming home with me.”

  VI.

  I spent another night in the hospital, and then the doctors said I was ready to be discharged. Mason brought me home. Within a few days I was back to my old self, but there was tension in the air. I had kissed my stepfather, and that was something I couldn’t undo—something I didn’t want to undo.

  Through the window I could see Mason working out on our back porch. He was wearing a pair of gym shorts and no shirt and doing pushups, the muscles in his arms and chest rippling every time he lifted and lowered his body. Sweat was beading on his forehead and running down his nose.

  I wished that my own body was underneath his, that he was dipping himself onto me, pressing me against the floor. I felt the warm tingle between my legs, the desire to be filled intensifying with every second that I watched his exertion. My body was physically aching for him.

  Needing an escape, I tore my eyes away from Mason and went straight to the bathroom to take a shower. I let the water fall all over me, my fingers caressing my wet mound, teasing apart the folds of my pussy, desperate for sexual release.

  I could feel it building inside me. My body clenched. Any second now I would explode in orgasm.

  But I didn’t. I couldn’t. It just wasn’t enough.

  Sighing with frustration, I turned off the water in the shower and toweled down my naked body, my pussy aching for something more than my own fingers. I wrapped my towel around me, careful to cover my nipples. The little nubs were still incredibly hard, poking against the soft, cotton towel. My wet hair hung down my back.

  I opened the door to make a dash from the bathroom to my bedroom and nearly collided with Mason, who was on his way to his own bedroom. The evidence of his workout lingered on his muscular frame. Perspiration glistened on his swollen, muscular chest.

  There was a wolfish gleam in Mason’s eyes as he looked me up and down, his vision lingering on my breasts. I was practically melting under the intensity of his gaze. Mason grinned and took a step back, then motioned with his arms for me to pass.

  “After you, my lady,” he said.

  I started to take a step toward my own door, but then I changed my mind. I grasped the folded hem of my towel and pulled it loose in a single motion, freeing the damp fabric. It tumbled to the floor, revealing my nakedness. I presented myself to him, ready to submit.

  Mason’s eyes widened with surprise, then narrowed wickedly as they admired my curves.

  “Damn, girl,” he said. “You’re all grown up, aren’t you?”

  “Yes, I am,” I replied, my voice quivering.

  Mason stood there for a moment, savoring the view. He was in no hurry. Suddenly my nakedness felt unbearable. A chill passed through me, and I shivered. My hands moved to cover my breasts, but Mason’s hand shot out and caught me by the wrist, preventing me from shielding myself.

  He pulled me in close, my clean, damp breasts mashed against his hard, sweaty chest. Mason pressed his mouth against mine so hard it almost hurt. His kiss was adamant, demanding. My mouth parted, submitting to him, and I gasped when I felt his rough hands grabbing my round ass, pulling me tighter against him. He nibbled at my neck and I sighed with pleasure. Then he picked me up by my butt, as though I was light as a feather, and carried me to his bedroom.

  VII.

  Mason set me down on the bed, but instead of joining me he just stood there.

  “We can’t do this,” he said. “I’m your father.”

  “Stepfather, you mean,” I whispered.

  “It might as well be the same thing,” he replied, his voice rising. “You’re my daughter. I raised you since you were a little girl.”

  “I’m not a little girl any longer,” I replied.

  “No, you’re not,” he said. “Your breasts, that ass. My insides are burning, I want you so badly.”

  I sat up in bed, placing my small hand on his trembling chest.

  “Then take me,” I whispered. “Take me now.”

  Mason’s body stiffened. His hands wrapped around my waist, drawing me closer to him. He was still sweaty from his workout, but it had cooled in the air-conditioning. I brushed my fingers across his taut little nipple, watching it become erect like mine were.

  Mason sighed as my fingers ran a circle around his nipple. His eyes closed, and he inhaled deeply.

  “Are you sure you want this?” he asked. “There is no turning back, and I won’t be able to control myself much longer.”

  I could see the swelling bulge of his cock tenting his workout shorts. It gave me a funny feeling in my tummy, and my mouth watered. I wanted to taste that juicy cock, to fill my mouth with Mason’s cock, to fill my mouth with him, suck him off and drink his cum.

  Instead of answering his question I grabbed his shorts and raked them down his legs, freeing his thick and growing erection just inches away from my face. I touched Mason’s abdomen, running my fingers down the muscled contours of his tummy, then cradled my fingers around his shaft, gently stroking him, my fingers milking the shaft, dreaming of his seed. I kissed his swollen tip and nibbled him, then opened my mouth and accepted him in. My lips ran up and down his shaft as Mason groaned.

  “God damn that’s good, Chloe,” he muttered as he ran his hands through my hair, gently pulling me farther onto his dick. “Oh, shit,” he sighed.

  I love
d the taste of his cock in my mouth, to feel its fullness against my tongue, pushing toward my throat. The way he dominated my mouth with his cock, it turned me on so much that I was dripping wet, my pussy aching to be filled.

  I sensed his body tightening. His ass clenched, and he thrust deeper into my mouth and let out a ragged moan as he blew his load. The hot, sticky jism spurted down the back of my throat, and I gasped in surprise, swallowing him down. He shot again, spraying my face with his white seed.

  I was so excited, my mind racing. I couldn’t stop licking my lips, enjoying the taste of my stepfather’s cum.

  “Fuck that felt good,” Mason said. “You’re a naughty little girl, aren’t you?”