Stepbrother Beloved (Taboo Romance) Read online

  She thought about it for a second. It was convincing, but it still felt wrong. “But, Tyler…”

  “Show me your nipple, Jules. Either that or get out and go with Anna and the parents.”

  Without thinking, she glanced at the door. It was tightly shut. Fingers shaking ever so slightly, she closed them around the top button of her pajama shirt. She slipped it through the buttonhole and the shirt fell open a bit. She hesitated, then reached down to the next button and did the same. Now her shirt was open almost to her waist, but her breasts were still hidden in fabric and shadow. Tyler was staring at her chest. She used her right hand to pull the flannel aside until her little pink nipple was exposed.

  “More,” he said. “I dare you.”

  She pulled the fabric a bit more. Her nipple tightened, wrinkling up from excitement and exposure to the slight movement of air.

  He stared at it. “It’s beautiful,” he said.

  “Really?”

  “Yes. It’s so perfect. So small and pink and perfect. I just want to touch it. Can I…?” He reached out his hand toward her breast. Julia recoiled instinctively, pulling her pajamas closed and hopping up off the bed.

  “No,” she said, fumbling with the buttons.

  He waved his hand. “Then get out. You’re nothing but a cock-tease.”

  “Fuck you, I’m not a cock-tease. This whole thing was your idea. I never said you could touch me.”

  “I said, get out. I’ll see you in Georgia. I don’t want to talk to you. You show me your tit and don’t even let me touch it a little bit? Jesus Christ, Julia. Grow up.”

  She fled back to her room, eyes burning.

  CHAPTER 4

  The next morning, everyone had breakfast together, even Tyler. This usually never happened, but since they were all leaving around the same time, it made sense.

  Julia had been up half the night thinking about what had happened. She’d realized she was just as mad at herself for being such a prude as she was at Tyler for being such a manipulative jerk. Part of her wished she could go back in time and let him touch her exposed nipple and find out what might have happened. Could she have finally lived out one of her fantasies?

  Now she was mostly angry at him for not keeping his side of the bargain. He’d said they could go together if they played Truth or Dare, and they had played it. The fact that he wanted to fondle her breast was beyond the limits of the game. That request wasn’t a truth OR a dare, it was something else.

  Lying in bed, she had thought over and over of getting up and going back to his room. Taking off her top. Showing him her pert little breasts. Letting him touch them as much as he wanted, letting him kiss them and suck the nipples. Giving in to his desires, and hers.

  Maybe even letting him do other things, inside her pajama bottoms.

  It was what she really wanted anyway, right? What was holding her back? But fantasies are one thing, and actually allowing something to happen in the real world was something else entirely.

  She’d ended up with one finger on her clit and the other in her pussy—just like she’d described—getting herself off to thoughts of forbidden sex with her stepbrother. She’d imagined exactly how it would go. And after her orgasm, she’d finally fallen asleep.

  Now she sat across from Tyler at the breakfast table, hardly daring to make eye contact with him. She tried to behave normally, but her crazy-making mixture of shame, self-loathing, anger, and lust was making it difficult.

  “When are we leaving?” Anna asked.

  “In about an hour, honey,” Mom said.

  Anna grabbed the jar of jam and started slathering it on her toast. “I wish I was staying here. I can’t believe I have to spend three days in the car with my stupid sister.”

  Julia rolled her eyes and was just about to say something nasty right back, when Tyler spoke up. “You won’t have to, Anna. She’s coming with me in the Corvette.”

  Julia’s heart swelled with happiness. So he wasn’t such an asshole after all, and was going to keep his promise.

  “Awww,” Anna said. “That’s not fair. I want to ride with you.”

  Tyler just shrugged. But Julia felt something on her foot. She lifted her eyes from her plate and looked at him. He had a little smirk on his gorgeous face. She didn’t know what was going on exactly, or why he’d changed his mind, but she was grateful.

  She looked into his eyes and thought she saw something there. She mouthed the words, “Thank you.”

  In return, he rubbed his stocking foot high up her leg, almost to her thigh. The sensation sent a wonderful shiver through her body, and she looked back down at her plate to hide the flush of excitement in her cheeks.

  ***

  Five hours later, they were on the road, hundreds of miles from home, top down and listening to a Rolling Stones greatest-hits album. Julia hadn’t felt this free and happy in a long time. She realized she’d actually been unhappy at home most of senior year. It was good to do something different.

  The scenery passed by like a beautiful landscape painting, and she soaked it up. So far, they hadn’t talked a whole lot. It was kind of loud with the top down and the music going. But for maybe the first time, she felt comfortable sitting next to Tyler and not saying anything. There had been a change between them. It might have happened in her bedroom, or it might have happened at breakfast. Or maybe somewhere in between. She wasn’t sure. She just knew they both felt it. He was no longer keeping her at arm’s length, and it felt good.

  Another half hour and he pushed a button on the dash. The convertible converted itself to a regular car, and the noise died down immensely. Tyler turned down the stereo.

  “I had fun last night,” he said, left hand on the wheel, right hand resting comfortably on his muscled thigh.

  That was the last thing Julia had expected him to say. Until that moment, she’d thought it was going to be one of those experiences you never talk about again afterward.

  “Uhh, me too, I guess.”

  “You guess? Come on, you loved it.”

  “It was really embarrassing to talk about that stuff. Like—really embarrassing.”

  “Yes…but also liberating, don’t you think? Maybe if we talked about it more, you’d get used to it. I mean, it’s just sex talk. It’s totally natural.”

  Julia watched an old barn move past, surrounded by a field of cows. It seemed like ages since she’d been out in the country.

  “Let me ask you some questions,” she said. “Then we’ll see how you feel about it.”

  “Okay. Go for it. I’ve got nothing to hide from my little stepsister.”

  “Great.” She thought for a moment. She wanted to embarrass him. Not in a mean way, but just to give him a little taste of his own medicine. “Do you jack off a lot?”

  “All the time. But only when I’m not fucking somebody.”

  Julia laughed. “All the time, huh?”

  “Sure, why not? It’s the best feeling in the world. And it’s easy.”

  She looked over at him sitting in the driver’s seat. He wore blue jeans and a black T-shirt. She could see his bulge. It was only a few inches away.

  “How long does it take? You know—to come.”

  He laughed. “Oh, a few minutes.”

  “That’s all?”

  “Sure. What would you expect?”

  She chuckled, then thought for a moment. “How many women have you had sex with?”

  “A lot.”

  “What’s a lot? Twenty? Fifty?”

  “Hundreds. I don’t keep track…”

  “Jesus…”

  “I like to give pleasure. I like to put my hands on a woman’s body. Feel their smooth skin. Feel them getting wet.” He paused for a moment, then said, “Feel their hard little nipples.”

  “Tyler…”

  “What? You asked me.”

  “I guess…” She sat quietly for a minute or two, watching the scenery. They passed a small cluster of businesses: gas station, diner, motel. When she s
poke again, her voice was quieter, more cautious. “So what exactly were you going to do last night? With you hand, I mean.”

  “What do you think? I was going to touch your nipple. Squeeze it a little bit. See how you liked it. I’m a breast man. I love nipples. For some women, they say it feels really good. Like it’s connected to their pussy or their clit. It drives them crazy. Others, I guess it’s just weird or maybe even kind of hurts.”

  Julia didn’t say anything. Hearing him talk like this was sending little tingles pinging down into her pussy. She could no longer focus on the scenery zooming by. Her whole pelvis was getting hot. She looked over and stared at Tyler’s pants, feeling like a pervert but not caring. He had a boner. She was sure of it.

  She wanted to lean over and unzip his pants and take out his cock. She wanted to suck on it. And she wanted to take off her shirt and take his hand and put it on her tits and let him feel her up the way he wanted to.

  And she realized she wanted to feel him inside her. Really wanted it, not like in a fantasy but in real life. Damn, why had she chickened out last night?

  She pushed the feelings down. They were wrong. He was her stepbrother and it was wrong for them to do anything together.

  She tried to change the subject. “How far do you think we’ll get today?”

  “I’ve learned something about myself,” he said. “I get the most out of sex when I give the most to the woman I’m with.” Had he not heard her question? Maybe he just wanted to talk now that he had a captive audience. Oh, well—it was fun to listen to. “The more she’s enjoying it, the more I enjoy it. If her pussy gets wet, then my cock gets harder. If I can bring her to orgasm with my fingers or my mouth, it’s a great feeling. Power. Control. It’s the ultimate aphrodisiac. Remember that woman I brought home the other night? Kate? It was that way with her. I had her get on the bed and lie on her stomach on a pillow with her ass in the air. She still had her skirt and panties on. And I just played with her until she came. I ran my fingers along her clit, on top of the panties. I touched her little butt hole. I put my fingers into her pussy very gently. And I just finger-fucked her until she had an orgasm. It was quite amazing, really.”

  Julia realized she was sitting with her mouth wide open, staring at Tyler, and that her own hand was between her legs, fingers on her clit.

  Jesus! She pulled her hand out and took a deep breath. It didn’t seem like he’d noticed. Listening to him talk had mesmerized her into some kind of sexual trance. Had he somehow done that on purpose?

  Neither said anything else for a long time. They stopped for lunch, made small talk, then continued on. By nightfall they’d made good progress and found a decent-looking Motel 6.

  “Separate rooms, right?” she asked Tyler.

  He scoffed. “Of course not. Unless you’re paying for yours, because I’m not.”

  CHAPTER 5

  Secretly, Julia was glad they’d be sharing a room. She was feeling more and more attracted to mysterious Tyler, and more interested in spending time learning about his sexual adventures. Since she herself had never had sex, listening to his stories was the closest she could get right now. And she felt like every time he talked, she learned something. She couldn’t stop thinking about what he’d done to Kate. And with her panties still on! Had he even fucked her?

  There were two queen-sized beds. They set their suitcases on the beds and Julia realized she was tired, achy, and grubby. “I’m going to take a shower,” she said. She took out a change of clothes and set them on the counter in the bathroom.

  The water felt amazing. She had expected a shitty shower, but somehow this motel in the middle of nowhere had great water pressure and tons of hot water. Standing there naked, she thought back to the night before and again wondered exactly what Tyler wanted to do to her. To do with her. Now that she’d heard a bit more about his approach to sex, it occurred to her that he really, truly was just curious whether she would enjoy having her nipple touched. He probably would have moved on to other areas after that—if she’d allowed him to.

  She touched her nipples, rubbing them with soapy fingers, closing her eyes and feeling the sensation. Did she like it? She paid attention, more than she had before. Yes, she concluded. She did like it. Rubbing them seemed to send a finger of flame down the front of her body and into her cunt. She pinched a little and felt her pussy react. She circled the nipples and luxuriated in the sensation, pretending her fingers were Tyler’s. She’d never touched herself like this before. She’d always concentrated on her clit, or her pussy and lips.

  Should she keep going? Her fingers started to stray down, sliding along her slick, soapy stomach. Feeling the muscles there, toned from years of sports and workouts. Her hand reached the top of her mound, feeling the stubble. She’d shaved a few days earlier, just to keep it tidy. Now it was growing back.

  She plunged her hand farther down, but at that second she heard a sound and took her hand away.

  “Sorry,” came Tyler’s voice, close by in the bathroom. “I had to take a piss. I couldn’t hold it.”

  She heard the toilet seat and lid clanking up, then the sound of Tyler urinating. It was loud enough to hear over the shower. Should she? Hell, why not? She turned and tried to catch a peek of him through the glass, but it was so foggy she couldn’t make out much.

  Eventually she heard the seat and lid close and he flushed. She expected the hot water to go cold, but it didn’t. He left the room. Now she was afraid to touch herself, for fear that he might come back in and discover what she was doing. She finished her shower and got out, very sexually frustrated.

  As she toweled off, she again paid attention to her nipples. They were relaxed and soft after the hot shower. She used the rough towel to play with them a little. They perked up. The right one got wrinkly and hard, then the left one. They were about the size of cranberries.

  Her pussy ached. She was actually hurting down there, from getting excited earlier in the shower and not finishing. She reached down and touched her clit. Oh, it was erect and alert! But she decided against going any further. She continued to towel off, then looked up.

  Shit! The door wasn’t closed! Tyler had left it slightly ajar. Damn him. She squinted, trying to see through it. At that instant it opened and Tyler was standing there.

  Fuck! She covered up with the towel. What had he seen?

  “Tyler! What the fuck?! Were you, like, spying on me?”

  “It was an accident. I’m sorry.”

  “Bullshit!”

  “It was! I thought I’d closed the door, but then a minute later I noticed it was still open. I came over to close it and I happened to see…”

  “What? See what?”

  “I saw you playing with yourself. With your nipples. Your clit. Jesus, Julia…watching you gave me the biggest hard-on. You have an amazing body.”

  Emotions flooded in: shame and embarrassment, yes—but also lust and pride.

  “Remember Truth or Dare last night?” he asked, taking a step forward.

  “Of course.” She held her ground. She was breathing fast, almost panting.

  “I dare you to drop your towel.”

  Julia froze. She had nothing on, just the towel in front of her, and most of her body was still dripping wet from the shower. Again, she wondered what he wanted from her. Did he want to fuck her? Why didn’t he just say so? Was he waiting for her to make a move?

  Her heart pounded hard. Her breath was coming faster. She was afraid, but…

  Sometimes you have to do the thing that scares you…

  She slowly opened her hand until she dropped the towel. It slid down and landed on her feet. She was completely revealed, utterly exposed.

  And just like the night before, Tyler was staring at her.

  ***

  Tyler couldn’t take his eyes off Julia’s incredible body. Breasts that stood up and curved outward with youthful perfection. Flawless skin. Nipples tight and hard. The soft, smooth curve of her waist leading down to the spread of h
er hips. A patch of stubble on her mound, meaning she’d shaved recently. The cute slit with just a glimpse of pink flesh.

  His cock twitched, getting even a bit harder than before. She was his. She had dropped the towel on his command. What else would she do for him?

  Was it wrong? Did it matter? He wanted her.

  “You’re amazing,” he said. “Thank you for dropping the towel.”

  “I…do you like it?”

  “Yes.”

  “I’m embarrassed. You’re just staring at me.”

  “I can’t help it. I can’t take my eyes off you.”

  Julia alternated between folding her arms across her breasts and letting them hang at her sides. She fidgeted and wiggled uncomfortably. After a few moments of staring, Tyler said, “Why don’t you lie down on the bed for a while?”

  Julia frowned. He wondered if he’d gone too far. “What for?” she asked. She didn’t sound upset…just curious.

  “Just a little massage.”

  She tilted her head to the side and looked at him like she didn’t quite trust him. But she was smiling. “A massage? You’re sure that’s all?”

  He shrugged. “Yeah. Pretty much. Don’t worry, Jules. You can trust me. I know you might not think very highly of me, but it’s not like I’m a rapist or anything. I’d never hurt you or do anything you didn’t want me to do.”

  He took his luggage off the bed nearest the bathroom, pulled back the covers, and arranged the pillows, secretly praying that he could entice her to lie down. He placed two in a stack in the middle of the bed, to elevate her pelvis. The others, he set to the side. The space was clean, white, and inviting.

  She seemed to consider for a moment, then she grabbed a clean towel and dried off for a minute without a word. Seemingly satisfied, she set the towel aside and walked slowly past him and lay face-down on the bed. As she passed by, he thought he caught a delicious whiff of her aroused pussy, but he wasn’t sure. Soon he’d be close enough to know exactly how wet she was.