STEPBROTHER: Bad Boy Blues (Taboo Romance) (14 page)

Hurting, I grunted, but he tried to shoo it off by kissing my lips with the gentlest of motions.

“I got you, Betty,” he lovingly murmured, “don’t be afraid.  I’m here and I won’t ever leave you.  I belong only to you.”

And just like that, my doubts were assuaged and my fears vanished.

And he continued to thrust himself inside me, very slowly at first until he eventually picked up his pace.  Every penetration was painful, but they were also rapturous.  As he went on and eventually found his rhythm, as my body swayed with his and we were moving as one, the pain was completely consumed by immeasurable ecstasy that made me moan over and over and over again, louder and louder and louder with each thrust… until he had to put his hand on my mouth once more, a reminder that our folks were just in the next room.

Amidst the pleasure I was experiencing, I felt something odd as well.

As Darwin continued to penetrate me, I felt that his intrusions were becoming smoother.  At first I thought that my escalating arousal was making me wetter.  But the scent that followed - rusty, coppery, fruity and ruddy - made me realize that it wasn’t my juice that was making things more slippery.

It was my blood.

Darwin has claimed my innocence and I was bleeding.

And I was happy.

Happy that it was him.

That it was the man who I truly loved.

He continued to thrust as his mouth explored my lips, my ear, my neck and my breasts.  When the warmth of his tongue touched my hardened nipple, I almost shrieked in rhapsody. 

The passion was overwhelming for him as well, as he continuously whispered my name, over and over again, louder and louder too with each recital, like a beautiful song reaching a magnificent crescendo.

There came a point when the exhilaration and the pleasure and the joy that has been building up inside me became too much to restrain.  I felt like I wanted to explode, but I was stopping myself.  It was a completely new sensation for me, and I didn’t know what to do.

He felt my hesitation.

“Just let go,” he reassuringly said, “just let our love take over.”

Our love?

He loved me.

Oh my God!

He loved me!

And so I did what he asked me to do.  I let go.  I abandoned all my questions and diffidence and scruples.  I conceded to the euphoric happiness of the moment, to the comforting clutch of his love.  I yielded myself completely to him.  A total surrender.

And it happened.

My toes stiffened, my body shivered, and waves upon waves of pleasure cascaded throughout my body.  Unendurable rapture took over my being and I reveled at the delight and satisfaction it brought.  Everything that he led us to that instance... all the moments that made my heart skip a bit, all the moments when I was left in the dark wondering how he truly felt about me, all the moments when I was alone and I thought about him sweetly and pruriently, all the hours I’ve spent questioning myself whether I should or I should not allow myself to fall for him... all of them converged with the sensual kind of happiness he made me enjoy that evening... all of them erupted in one glorious explosion of ardor and ecstasy.

I was coming.

Was that what I was experiencing?

An orgasm?

Perhaps.

It felt too good...

I was coming.

I wanted to scream his name, but I couldn’t.  Instead, I tightened my hold and elevated my hips to feel more of him inside me.  His thrusts became stronger, faster, more persistent.  He didn’t want to stop.  I didn’t want him to stop.

He knew that I was climaxing.

So he surrendered himself to me as well.

He moaned my name softly, repeatedly, in rapid succession.  My legs, wrapped around his body still, felt his firm ass harden even more.  His grip on my fingers tightened.  His back began to bend backwards a bit.

And he came.

I felt the tepid liquid from his manhood flood me.  In a matter of seconds, his own juice was dripping out of the crevice between my thighs.  He was groaning in absolute bliss, before heaving a sigh of fulfillment.  His body dropped on mine and he kissed me on the cheek.

Then he looked down towards my hips and saw the blood that formed a pool below my buttocks.

“You’re bleeding,” he said with a concerned tone.

“Does that surprise you?” I asked, smiling.

“Yes and no,” he answered.

“Surely, this isn’t the first time you’ve made love to a virgin,” I affectionately uttered.

“No, it isn’t,” he candidly replied.  “But it’s the first time I made love to someone who I actually... love.”

His gaze returned to my face and he smiled.  Again, his dimple showed.  I loved that dimple...
my
dimple.  I reached out for his cheeks and held them tenderly.

“Where do we go from here, Darwin?” I asked, a sudden influx of uncertainty caused my expression to change.

He rested his head on my shoulder, burying his eyes playfully on my collarbone.

“It’s pretty simple, Betty,” he said.

“Simple?  How?” I asked.

“I may love you in front of everyone and never give a damn about what they would say,” he started.  “Or I could love you in secret and express everything I want to convey within the confines of my room... or yours.  Either wouldn’t change a thing.”

“What do you mean?”

“The fact is, I love you, Elizabeth Smith.  I love you with all my heart and I don’t care about other people and their codes of morality and their ideas of what’s acceptable or not.  I love
you
.  I love you... and that’s the only thing that matters.  That’s the only thing that should matter.”

As I lied on my back with his face burrowed on my body, I found myself smiling at the ceiling.  I caressed his head and the rough edges of the fresh stubbles of his head tickled my palm, the nice kind of prodding which reminded me that even the callousness of a bad boy can become the sweetest thing in the world when touched by the pining of the heart.

“I love you, Darwin McKenzy,” I told him... fearlessly, unquestioningly, assuredly.

I have embraced the forbidden because of my love, and I have found a certain kind of liberation in return.

I felt so happy.

I felt so free.

And the world has suddenly become a more wonderful place with Darwin in my life.

- END -

My Stepbrother’s Bidding

When Vickie was coerced into signing up for the annual Freshmen Auction, he asked Clinton to place a bid for her. After Clinton won her “services” for 24 hours, Vickie was surprised to discover that the boy she grew up with had something else in mind, something she never expected.
What happens next is a journey that will take both of them to the edges of the forbidden, where familial ties are tested and conventions are broken, where the world they know unravels and a new universe of possibilities is opened, and where Vickie will realize that the boy she knew has become a man worthy of her passion.

http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00TBMW8W6

STEPBROTHER STORIES

3 Titillating Tales Of Forbidden Desires

These are stories of summer and spring and the lazy days in between when we’re at home, alone, with the boys we grew up with... when familial restrictions are swept away by the ever rising tide of passion... when they cease to be the boys we know and become the men we desire.

One is a story about a love that was supposed to be buried but was rekindled years later, when brother and sister found themselves in the same room, with a single bed.

The second is a tale of a sister who decided to teach his brother how to stop his self-indulgent behavior, the method she would use are far more erotic than this description would allow.

The last is about a voyeurism fantasy gone horribly wrong, when a sexual act between lovers was also witnessed by the boy's sister.
These are stories that are meant to provoke sensibilities, inspire imaginations, and ignite the most intense of emotions.
These are stories that will challenge the world you know and invite you to a whole new realm of possibilities, where your innermost yearnings can be realized and where your most forbidden wishes can come true.

http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00U2WOUIE

STEPBROTHER KNOWS MY SECRETS

When Lynne returned Paul's phone, he noticed that she forgot to log off her Facebook account. As Lynne unwittingly revealed some deliciously dirty secrets to the boy she grew up with, the fine line between love and passion got blurred.
Paul began to realize that the cute little brat who used to throw tantrums left and right has grown into a fine young woman... with a very naughty and sensual side. Paul was instantly enamored. Lynne remained unaware of his intentions. Everything was bound to burn when they found themselves alone, at home, one lazy weekend.
Once Paul takes the first step towards the forbidden, there will be no turning back...

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STEPBROTHER: A FIRST TIME FOR EVERYTHING

Every evening, without fail, Oliver would always visit her stepsister Claire at her dormitory. He’d throw pebbles at her window, and she’d
take a peek
. They would talk about the memories of their youth, the details of their days, and the promises of their dreams.
One day, when Claire suffered the worst heartbreak of her young life - all because she wanted to preserve her
innocence
for the
right one
come the
right time
- which was made so much worse by a very public Facebook post that revealed the reason for the breakup, she felt the severe weight of despair and humiliation crush her very young soul.
She found herself in an unfamiliar territory... helpless, vulnerable,
without protection
.
But Oliver, as always, was there to make things right, and Claire started to realize that she may be feeling something towards
the boy she grew up with
... something that’s
more than mere brotherly love
.
What happens next is a series of events that will compel them to make the most difficult of choices: whether to hold on to the boundaries of their kinship, or allow their desires to unravel until they embrace the
forbidden
.
Will the ties that bind them suppress the yearnings of their hearts, or will love prove that, indeed, there is a
first time
for everything?

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U
I

STEPBROTHER: BEHIND CLOSED DOORS

Thea and Jerome are step-siblings who can’t stand each other. She’s opinionated, gregarious and hardheaded. He’s controlling, conceited and contemptuous. They’ve hated each other longer than they can remember.
Thea has a secret. She’s having a cyber affair with the man of her dreams, and every single night, they’d find ways to express their most intimate and passionate feelings for each other.
When Thea’s parents discovered that she has a boyfriend, they pressed her into bringing him home so that he could be introduced to the family. Reluctantly, Thea had to ask her internet lover to meet her... to finally make their relationship real.
They set up a rendezvous.
And when they finally come face to face with each other, they will both realize some very important facts: that the heart can see what the eyes cannot, that secrets can bridge worlds that have been torn asunder, and that love can unearth the most fascinating surprises... even from those which are most familiar.

http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00W0K3UV4

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