A Taboo Collection

“Get off me, Derek, you brute.” She yanked away from me, and I’d had enough. Bending down, I shoved my shoulder against her stomach and lifted her so that she was over my shoulder. “What are you doing? Put me down!”

Walking out of the house and toward my car, I dumped her ass in the passenger seat. I made sure the door was locked before making my way around to the driver’s side and climbing in. I’d had one beer, and that was it. There was no way I was going to watch one of my team mates screw with her.

“I can’t believe you did that. I was having fun, and I might have even taken Duke up on his offer.”

“No, you weren’t. You’re not doing anything with that asshole.” Slamming my hand on the steering wheel, I made my way back toward our house. Our parents were spending the night at a hotel, which was just a nice way of saying they were going to fuck loudly, and they didn’t want us to hear.

There’s nothing more embarrassing than hearing Charlotte’s mom squeal for my dad to fuck her harder. I love sex and accept my dad loves it too, but I don’t need to hear them actually fucking.

“Turn the car around,” Charlotte demanded.

“No.” It was cute that she thought I was going to do what she said.

Ten minutes later, I pulled into our driveway. Charlotte started yanking on the door handle, cursing me. I got out, slammed the door shut, and rounded to her side. Opening the door, I blocked her from escaping, and every time she tried to pass me, I kept on blocking her. I didn’t want to force her, but she had to see that getting with that fucker was bad news. Had she not heard the rumors about him?

“Get out of my way.”

“No. Get in the house now.”

“You’re not the boss of me. Fuck off!” She slammed her tiny little fist against my chest, and my dick hardened. Her small touches were damn addictive. I’d give anything to make her mine, and if she wasn’t careful, I was going to have that cherry tonight.

“Get in the house before you embarrass yourself.”

“No.” She raised her knee as if to catch me in the balls. I blocked her, grabbing her arm, and hauling her against me. There’s no way I was letting her get away with that kind of shit. Picking her up, I carried her into the house, and slammed the door closed, locking it before pressing her up against it.

Charlotte bit my arm, and I lost it. Slamming her up against the wall, I grabbed her arms, and pressed them above her head. She was wriggling, cursing, and I had no choice. Capturing her lips, I silenced all kinds of protest from her, plunging my tongue into her mouth.

She froze in my arms, and I kept on kissing her. The first taste seared my soul as my body awoke at her kiss.

Fuck, she was better than I thought.

Charlotte

I’m so bad.

My stepbrother has me pressed against the door, and he’s kissing me. Not only is he kissing me, his cock is against my stomach long and thick. Oh God, he is so damn hard. How could someone be so young yet so big? This is not right, surely? I’d heard the rumors about how big he was, and how good, but I thought they was all lies, all hype

“Fuck, you taste amazing,” he said, breaking the kiss.

Taking a deep breath, I stared into his eyes. I wasn’t really going to accept Duke’s invitation. The last thing I wanted was to date any of Derek’s friends. I wasn’t going to date any guy, not when I was having erotic dreams about my damn stepbrother. But I saw how pissed he was, and I wanted to piss him off.

“You kissed me.”

“You wanted me to, and I bet your pussy is damn wet.”

“Don’t be disgusting.”

“Can’t admit the truth?” he asked.

Gritting my teeth, I tried to pull my hands down, but he held me tight.

“We can’t do this.”

“Why not? You’re wet for me, and I’m hard for you.”

“I don’t want this. Technically, we’re family.”

“Don’t fucking lie to me, beautiful. You and I both know we’re not related; we never will be. You want to fuck me, and I know I want you.”

Licking my dry lips, I tried to focus on all the reasons why we shouldn’t be doing this, and I couldn’t think of a single thing.

I want him. I want his dick inside me, fucking me.

I want him to be my first.

“Derek?”

“Live a little dangerously, baby. We won’t get caught.”

Then he did something I never expected. Derek pressed his hand between my thighs, cupping my pussy.

“Even through your jeans, I feel how hot and wet you are for me.”

I didn’t stop him as he shoved his hand down my jeans, going past my panties. He touched my bare pussy and discovered how wet I actually was for him.