Steps For A Taboo Roadtrip (4 page)

“—and then, we can shove Nora out of the picture entirely, hmm? Leave her here in the city alone. Crying. Sad. Who would be a stupid ditz then, huh? God, I’d love to see her face when we break her little heart like that. How
fun
—”

Charlie’s voice was hard and immediate. “You cut that shit out.”

Immediately, Annette’s entire demeanor changed. The haughty, vapid arrogance that so defined her suddenly melted away. Left behind was only a pretty girl desperately vying for the attention of the man she loved.

“I...I’m sorry, baby.” She got up on the bed, sliding her arms around his waist. “I really am. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said all that. I
like
Nora. I do. I promise I do. I was a little...a little
annoyed
, that's all. I'm sorry, baby. Sir. I'm so, so sorry...”

This was incredible. What happened? Why had Annette changed so completely? Nora knew her as a manipulative bitch, willing to do or say anything to get her way...but now it seemed as though she genuinely needed Charlie’s approval just to keep breathing in the world.

“I can...I can make it up to you,” Annette continued, desperate now to make Charlie happy. “I really can. I promise I can. I take it all back. I’ll...I’ll apologize to Nora? We can work out our differences. We’re adults, after all. It’s only natural that—”

Charlie squeezed her tit, hard. Annette’s speech trailed off, biting her lips to restrain a soulful moan of desire.

“I’ll...I’ll do anything to make you happy, Sir. Please. I promise. Just...j-just please. Let me feel it again?”

Her hands went down to Charlie’s bulge, squeezing it tight. That clearly wasn’t the only kind of feel she wanted.

“Nora’s in the shower.”

Annette kissed him softly around his face. “She doesn’t ever have to know. We can make it quick. Just if I can
feel
you again...”

She took Charlie’s hand and put it on her throat, eyes lighting up. Charlie shifted, straightening his position.
Now
he was very interested. With his other hand, Annette gave herself a slap across the face. The shot reverberated through the small room.

“Maybe you want to teach me another lesson about being your good girl, huh? You made me cum four times in a
row
, Charlie. I-I-I.
..please
, I need that again...
”

Hand still on Annette’s throat, he pushed her down onto the bed, pulling up her skirt. She wasn’t wearing panties.

What a slut
, thought Nora.

But Nora fingered her wet, slippery body as she watched, unable to help herself. Annette was so fucking pretty, and watching Charlie bang her was so intimate and perfect.

In seconds, Charlie’s pants were down around his ass, and he was thrust deep inside of his Mommy. Nora bucked slightly against the door, mewling softly as she witnessed their forbidden coupling. Wishing she was Annette. Wishing she was hot enough to make Charlie so uncontrollably aroused.

Charlie pushed Annette down on the bed so that she was on all fours, her tits hanging down. He pushed his cock inside of her, and instantly Annette screamed in loud, explosive orgasm. It was unmistakeable. Her high-pitched voice became a mixture of giggles and heated moans; she sounded almost insane.

And then they started talking dirty to each other. Nora’s heat level went off the charts.

“You want to fuck Nora too,” Charlie growled to Annette, slapping one hand down on her ass.

“Oh yeah, baby. I want to
fuck
your sister.”

“You want me to fuck her, don’t you?” He gripped her throat, leaning over her tight, hot body. “You want
me
to fuck her.”

“Yes! Oh, fuck, yes, please...please baby, I want you fuck your little sister sooo bad...”

Nora couldn’t believe her ears. Not only was Charlie in control, but he was
absolutely
in control, no room for questions anymore. And more than that, he was fucking Annette full of dirty, filthy ideas about what he wanted to do to his sister! His fucking so good, so furious, that Annette had no choice but to accept his views as her own. Annette appeared to cum again, her moans choked through thick fingers of pleasure and her voice choked by Charlie's hot, hard hand.

Charlie thrust more furiously inside of Annette. Her thick, hot tits smashed down on the bed, ripples of pleasure sliding out from their hot contact on the sheets. The beautiful tanned curves she gave to him were trapped entirely underneath his thick, densely muscled chest, mashing her tits even more.

“Oh yes,
do
it, Daddy. I deserve it. I
need
it, please! Please...oh my god, I need your cock so—much—!”

God, that was so filthy and hot. Annette calling Charlie “Daddy” like that. And yet somehow, it seemed right. It felt like...it felt like Charlie deserved it somehow, though why exactly Nora could not say.

Nora could call him that, she realized. She could call Charlie anything, and “Daddy” was one of them.

She tried it out. “Daddy,” she moaned softly, her clit instantly thrumming with newfound pleasure.

The petite young beauty felt herself getting closer and closer to cumming—and then she noticed for the first time that the two were fucking on top of her bag.

Her bag, with her mother’s locket inside.

“Hey! No!”

Nora ran out from the bathroom, hands waving. Her gloriously naked, beautiful virgin body barely covered by her slender arms.

“You are
not
allowed to do that!”

“What?” Annette giggled happily, and then moaned with sudden empty, vacuous need as Charlie left her body.

The hulking youth turned to Nora, his cock hard and dripping with Annette’s juices.

“If you’re not going to fuck me, then
she
is,” he said, voice hard.

“I don’t
care
who you fuck,” Nora lied. “But you will
not
do it on my things.”

She pulled her bag out from under them. Deep inside the third pocket from the top, wrapped in a sock...she let out a breath. Good. Her locket was safe. Good. She took it and slipped it around her neck, not caring that they saw her do it, or that they saw her naked. The sick bastards would probably wind up seeing it anyway, and making it all...all
twisted
and
wrong
like they were doing to everything else.

But not her locket.

“Nora, don’t be like that,” Annette slid her hands around Charlie’s erect cock, jacking it slowly. “You can join us...anytime.” Still stroking her son, the seductive blond beauty slid backward on the bed, her hands slipping up toward her pussy. “You can have everything you’ve
ever
wanted here with us, darling girl...your Mommy and your newer, better Daddy, your Big Bro hunk...”

Thoughts of insanity filled her mind. Taking everything she had ever wanted or needed from these two. In moments of blinding, furious passion, filling up her every last whim and desire with the sensations of their flesh upon her flesh, their lips upon her lips, their fingers up and down her sumptuous young curves. Her hands stroking muscles and tits alike, her face buried in a hot cunt or impaled on a perfectly erect shaft.

But all of that, every last bit of it, was far too real to ever accept.

Nora dressed hurriedly, and once clothed, fled the scene.

* * * * *

N
ot knowing where else to go, Nora simply walked next door to the bar and bakery. She sat down at a booth in the corner and ordered a pastry and a coffee, and tried to think. So wrapped up in her own thoughts was she that the way her gorgeous body delighted the evening patrons of the establishment was lost on her. Her skin was still flushed and a little wet from the scene in the hotel. Her tight leather pants clung to her hot legs, and her sweater, barely buttoned up, showed off the long line of sumptuous cleavage she possessed without her bra. In her rush, she forgot to put on any underwear. Luckily her tits were buoyant enough, and the sweater tight enough, to make it not that uncomfortable. But at the same time, it certainly created a lot of attention at her expense.

Not that Nora noticed. Her mind raced with uncertainty at the taboo actions of her family members.

What was happening with those two?

Just the fact of them fucking was kinky enough. But Annette had gone above and beyond. Calling Charlie “Daddy” like that. How was that manipulating Charlie? How had that factored into making him crazy enough that he’d do whatever she wanted?

And certainly, if Annette
was
manipulating Charlie, and Nora was still desperately trying to be certain she was, what was the aim of it now? They were fucking wholeheartedly. Like a cheat cardshark who had emptied his sleeves of aces, Annette was out of hands to play, wasn’t she? She couldn’t tell Nora’s stepfather what was happening without indemnifying herself as well. Did she think somehow that she would be solidifying her position once old Archibald died?

But no. That didn’t make sense—the idea of Annette trying to solidify her own position after Archibald passed. She was firmly situated in the will. Arch had sat them down and had a talk about it, so there would be no misunderstandings. They would all be well compensated when he left the earth. More than Nora might ever knew what to do with—though she would get far less than Charlie and Annette.

If Annette was trying to get pregnant—and god, why
wouldn’t
Charlie get Annette pregnant, she was so clearly fertile and
he
was so clearly virile, the two of them the perfect breeding couple if there ever was one—but if she
was
trying to get pregnant, why carry on with all that strange incestuous dirty talk?

So no, it had to be just fun on Annette’s part. But then...why did it seem like she had stopped setting the terms? The submissive look in her eyes when she looked at Charlie. The way she doted on him, showered affection on him, waited for him to order her around, wanting to be slapped and choked by him...

It had to be some kind of strange long con. Something Annette knew about intimately that Nora did not. That was the only explanation.

As she was lost in thought, her pastry and coffee had arrived. She hadn’t even seen the waiter put it down. It was almost like they had appeared from nothing. She was so surprised, looking at the sudden presence of the food and beverage, that she did not notice Annette enter the establishment until she sat down in front of her.

The beautiful young blonde was dressed
hot
, now, ready for a night on the town. The eyes that had previously been fixated on Nora’s braless sweaterbound tits were now firmly situated on Annette’s incredible curves. Her dress was red and tight and just barely went past her ass, so that when she sat down, the lip of her cheeks was clearly visible resting on the leather seat. Her tits were shamelessly shown off with a wide scooping neckline, a sparkling golden pendant resting in the deep valley of her enormous breasts. Tiny jewels sparkled on her tall heels, catching the eye.

“I think you and I ought to talk,” she said. Her hand reached forward to touch Nora’s, but Nora drew away and crossed her arms.

“I don’t want to talk to you at all. I want you out of my life.”

“Come now, darling. Your life will be very long. Are you sure there’s no place for me in it at all?”

Annette’s phone buzzed. She looked down and smiled, raising one perfect eyebrow.

“Oh my. Charlie’s so forceful. He just hates the thought of some other man looking at me while I’m out and he’s not around. Do you know what he said just now?”

“I couldn’t even begin to say.”

“He said that if I saw anyone looking at me, to tell Charlie, so that if we came across that man again he could beat the hell out of him.” Annette sighed happily, crushing her phone against her substantial chest. “Isn’t it just
lovely
to have a man like that in your life? He’s so protective.”

“You’re making him sound insane.”

That certainly wasn’t the Charlie she knew. What had Annette
done
to him?

“Maybe he is, a little.” Annette giggled. “Nothing wrong with that. So long as he’s insane about me. I’ll just stay out of his way and cheer him on. You can’t tell me that you wouldn’t enjoy watching him beat the shit out of someone, just for you. Not even a little bit?”

Charlie, her perfect knight, covered in blood of battle, having destroyed his enemies just to take his princess bride in the most perfect of possible ways, to fill her with his incredible seed, make her pregnant and hold her up as a trophy over the battered remains of the army he defeated single-handedly...

Nora shook the thought away. No. No, that was wrong. This was all wrong.

“You’re...why are you doing this to him? He’s done nothing to you.”

Annette just laughed at her. For nearly a minute. Finally, the waiter came by, and asked what they wanted, and Annette struggled to maintain her composure long enough to place an order. He was a short man, the waiter, with a small paunch and a bowl haircut.

“I think we would like...gosh.” Annette clicked her tongue aimlessly, looking over the menu. “What’s your most expensive tequila?”

“That would be the Pangito Limited, ma’am.” The waiter shifted. “Our bar isn’t that great, I’m sorry. But that’s what we have.”

“No, that will do well enough. I’d like...” she eyed Nora up and down, “...eight? Shots. Shall we say? Yes. Eight.”

“I’m afraid I have to ask for some ID, if she’s going to be drinking.” He looked at Nora. “If you are, I mean. Sorry.”

“It’s fine. I won’t be drinking.”

“Oh,
yes
you will.” Annette tossed her hair back. Suddenly, the simpering bimbo that was eager to do anything Charlie said was gone. Returned, now, was the authoritarian bitch who had somehow connived Archibald Stendler into believing that his best move would be to marry a young, hot model wife who cared close to nothing about him.

“Really, ma’am, I’m sorry, but if she’s drinking, I have to see IDs. I can’t serve you otherwise.”

“Of course you can. You walk on your legs back behind the bar. You grab eight shot glasses—you can count to eight, yes?” she held up eight fingers, thumbs down. “And then you fill them up with that horrid tequila you have. Then, you walk back here. You put them on the table, we drink them and pay you for the privilege. It’s all very straightforward. I don’t like this talk of ‘can’t’s.”