A Taboo Collection

“Well, someone is a dirty girl. You want to fuck your stepbrother.”

I started to pull away from him, but he stopped me.

“It’s okay, Charlotte, I want to fuck my stepsister. I’ve been dreaming about your tight little pussy. You better tell me to stop; otherwise I’m taking you to my room, stripping you naked, and fucking you until you forget that asshole Duke.”

Biting my lip, I thought about every single reason why I should tell him no and tell him to stop. Our parents would be so angry if they ever found out.

This was wrong, dirty, and it shouldn’t happen.

However, when he held his hand out, I took it. When he made his way up toward his bedroom, I followed, and I didn’t put up a fight. There was no reason for me to fight. The moment the door closed, I couldn’t hide it anymore. I wanted to fuck my stepbrother more than I’ve ever wanted anything else in my life.

3

Derek

Maybe I should have felt bad that I’d gone so fast with Charlotte, but hell, she’d gotten on my nerves fighting me and saying she might have gone out with Duke. I hadn’t realized how jealous I was about her until the threat of another asshole loomed.

We went up into my room, and I shut the door. I took a step back from her and just looked her up and down. The jeans she wore were tight, her legs long, and the material molded to them like a fucking second skin. Hell, the denim framed her pussy, and my cock, which was already so fucking hard, seemed to punch forward even more. My balls ached, drawing up tight to my body with the need to release. I wanted her cherry so damn badly, wanted to fill her up with my cum, make her so full of it that fucking spunk came out of her and made this hot as hell wet spot on the bed.

“Is this too fast, baby?” I asked in a low voice, honestly not caring if it was too fast because I was too far gone for her.

She licked her lips and shook her head.

Good, because right now, I wanted her so fucking much I could have nutted in my fucking pants.

I started undoing the buttons on my shirt.

“What if someone finds out? What if our parents find out?”

I shrugged the shirt off. “What if they do?”

“They’ll think we’re perverts, deviants.”

That almost made me laugh.

“We’re not,” I stated flatly.

“I know, but to others, to our parents, we’re family.”

I was shaking my head before she finished speaking. “We’re not family, not in any sense of the word. And you’re not my sister. You’re Charlotte, a girl that drives me fucking crazy with arousal when she steps out of the damn shower in that towel.” My cock jerked at the thought. “You want me; you’ve always wanted me.” I wanted her to admit it, to tell me the truth.

“I want you, but you can be an asshole most of the time.”

I grinned. “I do it to get under your skin.” And I did. It turned me on seeing her pissed at me, hearing her lash out at the things I’ve said or done. I walk toward her and she takes a step back. She can run, but what she doesn’t know, what she may never know, is that I won’t let her go. Young or not, I know what I want.

And what I want is Charlotte.

Charlotte

I wasn’t sure why I was so nervous, or why this touch of fear was moving through me. A part of me hated Derek, hated everything he represents. He’s arrogant and gorgeous, knows he can get women to fall at his feet. I didn’t want to be just another girl that fell into his bed, but the truth is I care about him more than I probably should.

The door stops me from moving back any further. I’d fought him on the way home, tried to resolve myself that I didn’t want him. But I was weak, am weak when it comes to him. He takes a step closer, but I placed a hand on his chest. Things are moving fast, and I don’t think I’m thinking clearly. Or maybe I just wanted him so badly- lust consuming me until I was mindless- that I didn’t care I was about to give my virginity to the biggest asshole on the planet.

“You’re hesitating,” he said and smirked.

His chest was right in my face, his body so big, so masculine. He might only be eighteen, but Derek was built like a machine. He had all hard lines and definition, and just looking at him, smelling that wild scent that came from him, had my pussy so wet that I had to clench my thighs together.

“Because I know the type of guy you really are.” I licked my lips, hating myself that I’d followed him up here like a mindless sheep, not even thinking about all the girls he’s been with. Hell, he probably fucked one at the party when he disappeared for that half hour.