Stepbrother Beloved (Taboo Romance) Read online

  Tyler had hoped a moment like this would come during the trip, and so he had planned ahead. In his bag was a small bottle of massage oil, lightly scented. He’d used it on a number of women, and they all loved it.

  He got out the bottle, opened it, and poured some oil onto his hands to warm it up. The sight of Julia’s body lying on the bed, ass lifted in the air, was driving him insane with desire.

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  Julia found the bed and pillows surprisingly comfortable. The warm air from the bathroom made the room warm, and combined with her recent shower it made her feel extremely relaxed, almost sleepy. She lay on her stomach, her hips on the pillows so that her butt stuck up, her legs ever so slightly apart. She put her arms on the sheet, above her head.

  Her whole body was tingling with anticipation. She heard Tyler doing something in his bag, but she decided not to look and see what it was. She had to trust him. He wasn’t going to hurt her. She could stop him at any time.

  Then it started—she felt a hot, slick hand on the back of her thigh. It moved gently, not in a sexual way but just like a regular massage. Tyler’s hands continued down her leg, then back up the other one. It felt so fucking good.

  Then he moved to her back, using a bit of oil and rubbing her down in the most relaxing way.

  “That feels amazing,” she said in a low voice.

  “Good,” he said. “I’m glad you’re liking it.”

  She felt his hands move lower, to the top of her butt. She was so relaxed, she didn’t care. His warm, strong hands stroked down her ass, from the top all the way to the back of her thighs. He didn’t venture toward her pussy. But still, she was beginning to move from relaxed enjoyment to sexual arousal. She wanted him to touch her between her legs.

  She spread them a few more inches and adjusted her position so that her butt was higher and her pussy more open.

  “How does it feel?” he asked.

  “Mmmmm…I love it. I’m so relaxed.”

  She felt his hand move up her inner thigh, very delicately. She took in a deep breath. His fingers brushed against the outer lips of her pussy, which were now becoming swollen. She felt a sense of heat building in her pussy, even though he hadn’t really touched it yet.

  She didn’t know what to do…should she stop him? She squirmed a little as he stroked her outer lips again. She could feel herself opening up as blood rushed to her cunt.

  “Do you want this?” he asked in a husky voice.

  “Yes,” she whispered.

  His fingers moved inward toward the heat of her pussy. She felt nothing but the sensations there, as if the rest of her body had become numb. He was stroking the opening of her pussy now, probing it, ever so gently.

  “You’re wet,” he said, pushing inward slightly.

  “Oh!” she groaned. Was he about the finger-fuck her? She’d never had a guy’s fingers inside her before, only on the outside. What would it feel like?

  He slid inside a little bit and she gasped. At the same time, she felt something new: he was reaching down with his other hand to touch her clit. When he did, it was like he’d touched a raw nerve. She twitched in surprise. He stroked down it, covering her sensitive nub with oil, moving in circles. It was a sensation so pure and powerful, she wished it would never stop. His other fingers were inside her.

  “Oh, fuck,” she whispered. “Oh, fuck. Oh, God. Oh, God.”

  He said, “Holy shit, are you ever tight. Come for me. I want to feel your tight eighteen-year-old pussy squeezing my fingers.” At those words something snapped in her mind, and she remembered who he was, and who she was, and the fact that her mom and his dad were married.

  She squirmed away and his fingers came out.

  “I can’t do this,” she said, panting and gasping for breath. She’d been on the verge of a climax, and now it was dying back down. She suddenly felt shy again, and covered herself with her hands.

  “Huh? Why not?”

  “You know why not. It’s wrong.”

  She slid off the pillows, rolled off the bed, and went into the bathroom to find the clean clothes she’d gotten out earlier. She closed the door and started using the towel to rub off the oil.

  “You need to get over that bullshit, Jules,” he called from the main room. “You loved what I was doing to you. Your body loved it. I could give you so much pleasure. Just two adults, remember…”

  “Leave me alone!”

  She put on her panties.

  “Don’t you want that orgasm? Don’t you want me to finish you off? You don’t want to have to do it yourself, do you?”

  She pulled on a pair of jeans. “I said, go away!” She fought to hold back tears as she threw on a T-shirt.

  She burst out of the bathroom. “You’re still here?” she asked. “Fine, I’m going to take a walk.”

  “No,” he said, looking at his watch and suddenly seeming defeated and apologetic. “It’s getting late. I’ll go. You stay here. Watch some TV. Do whatever.”

  He left and the door slammed closed. Julia lay on the bed and sobbed.

  CHAPTER 6

  They were up early. Neither talked about the previous night. In fact, they barely talked at all, and the fight hung over them like a dark cloud. Julia was frustrated. This trip was turning into a mini-nightmare. She didn’t know how to make it better. Two nights in a row she’d ended up sexually frustrated, upset at Tyler, and angry at herself as well. Was this what life had in store?

  They headed off and drove mostly in silence, occasionally commenting on something they saw along the side of the road. Tyler played some of his favorite CDs, and sometimes Julia sang along. By noon, she was out of her funk and feeling almost normal again.

  Every once in a while she would sense the remains of the massage oil sticking to the denim of her jeans, or the cotton of her panties, and remember the amazing pleasure that Tyler had been giving her the night before. She knew he hadn’t meant any harm. He had been gentle, and loving. He hadn’t just sat down and fucked his finger up her twat—he’d really wanted to get her in the mood and bring her pleasure. She started feeling bad about how she’d reacted.

  And thinking about it in the car was making her get hot and wet.

  For lunch they stopped at a greasy spoon with a huge EAT sign. The food was delicious, and they spent the time talking about how annoying Anna was, and the different quirks of their parents. Neither mentioned anything about the massage.

  But the whole time, Julia was feeling more and more like she’d made another mistake, and maybe missed out on something special.

  They decided to see how far they could get that day, so it was almost 9:00 p.m. when they reached a city and started looking for a place to stay. But there weren’t many options, so they ended up at an expensive hotel. Julia was impressed to see that Tyler could afford it without complaining. Maybe he was more successful than she thought.

  The room was beautiful, and big. It actually had a separate bedroom, and the shower was oversized as well.

  She fell onto the bed, dog tired. “I’m going to take a nap. Can you wake me up in about half an hour?”

  “Sure,” he said.

  She got under the covers, took off her jeans, and pushed them out until they fell onto the carpet. Almost as soon as she closed her eyes, she drifted off to sleep.

  Julia had no sense of the passage of time, but she awoke to a strange sensation. She was on her side, and something was pressing against her. Her mind was foggy, with that half-asleep feeling you sometimes get after a nap. The room was mostly dark.

  She reached back behind her and felt warm flesh. Tyler was there, spooning her. His arms were around her, his mouth near her ear. She could feel his hot breath against it. His fingers were stroking her nipple. She realized he had his hand up her shirt.

  “What are you doing?” she asked. She squirmed a little as if to try to get away—but in her heart she knew this was exactly what she so desperately craved.

  “Jules…sweet Jules…I know you want it. I cou
ld see it in your eyes today.” His hand ran down her stomach and found the top edge of her panties. He closed his lips on her earlobe and a wave of shivers ran down her body. His fingers slid over the outside of her panties, caressing her mound. Her body betrayed her secret desire, and she involuntarily opened her legs and pushed a little against his fingers.

  She let out a long moan. It was submission. She was ready to let him go all the way. No more regrets! But she was scared. As a virgin, she didn’t know how much it might hurt to be fucked by his big cock for the first time.

  His words were hot and wet in her ear: “Jules…let me give you pleasure. Let me finger-fuck you. Let me give you the orgasm you stopped last night. I want to.”

  “Yes,” she said. “I’m ready. I want it…”

  She felt his fingers slip inside her panties and stroke her clit and down to her pussy. He was an expert at this, she could tell. He lifted up her leg and gently rolled her onto her back, then pulled her panties aside and put his mouth on her clit. It was heaven. His face was cleanly shaved and silky smooth as he used his tongue to lubricate her from top to bottom. He brought his lips together on her clit and sucked gently, repeating a kissing motion that brought her closer and closer to climax faster than she thought possible.

  His finger went inside. Oh, God, it felt so fucking good. The combination of the darkened room, her fuzzy head from the nap, and the perfection of his caresses made everything take on a dreamlike quality.

  She lay still, letting him work his magic. He seemed to be sensing her response to each tiny movement…when she would enjoy something, he focused in and repeated it. Soon he’d found a combination of licking and fingering that carried her into a trancelike state of ecstasy. He repeated the motion over and over. It felt so good. She reached down and grabbed his head and held him in the spot, his lips around her clit, his tongue stroking the very top of it, his finger deep within her core.

  In a few minutes he brought her to the brink. Her whole body was crying out for release. She’d never had an orgasm with anyone except herself, and she had never been so open and vulnerable before with another person.

  Then he paused, leaving her panting, his head in her hands, wondering what she’d done wrong. But a second later he said, “Now,” and went back to what he’d been doing. Everything was heightened by the momentary pause. Oh, God! Oh, shit, she was there, pulling his head against her, pushing her cunt against his finger. Her back arched up high and she groaned as she came.

  He continued the same movements that had made her come, but just a little stronger and a little faster. At some point he’d slipped another finger inside, and now the two fingers together were fucking her hard. His lips were smoothly sucking her through the repeated spasms of her climax. Lightning filled her head and in the dreamlike darkened room she came for what felt like hours.

  As the orgasm wound down, he kept sucking her clit, but removed his fingers. He could tell they had become too much, and once more she appreciated how attuned he was to her body. He’d been with hundreds of women; he knew what worked. He drew out her orgasm as long as possible, leaving her lying on the sheets, panting and gasping for air.

  Finished, he used his strong arms to pull her to the edge of the bed. Then he bent her knees up so her pussy was wide open. She let him do what he wanted. He stepped back and took off his pants and boxers. His cock sprang out and stood high and hard. She took a couple of breaths to calm down—she was a bit worried about the very size of it.

  He leaned over until his head was next to hers, and she felt his hand running up the inside of her leg. “I’m going to fuck you, Julia. I want to be inside you so, so bad. But I know you’re a virgin. I’ll be as gentle as I can.”

  Even though she wanted it more than anything, she felt her pussy clench at the thought. “Is it going to hurt?”

  As he spoke, his fingers were working again on her cunt, probing inside, stroking her clit, playing with her pussy lips. “Probably a little. But I gave you that huge orgasm for a reason. It loosens you up. It allows the skin and muscles to expand and get super wet and ready. I should be able to fuck you without it hurting very much. And even if it does hurt, it won’t hurt for long. You’ll see. I’ve done it to quite a few virgins. You can trust me.”

  She raised her head and looked down between her legs to see his cock. She wanted it. She craved it. It was like a hunger. And she did trust him. He’d proven to her that he was the right man for her first time. She wanted nobody else.

  “And this is the best position for your first time, also. My cock will slide in easier and it won’t hurt as much. Just try to relax and think about opening up. And I want you to watch my cock go inside you.”

  Julia took a breath and did as she was told. She imagined her pussy expanding to take in Tyler’s cock. He adjusted his position so his arms were resting on the bed on either side of her, and his cock was an inch from her glistening pussy lips.

  “I’m ready,” she whispered. “Please…put it in…”

  He leaned forward just enough to rest the bulbous head of his member against her. He let out a moan and thought: This is what I’ve waited for. This is what I’ve longed for. My cock pressing against Julia’s sweet, tight cunt, ready to go inside and fuck her for the first time…God, she’s beautiful lying there, spread open for me and begging for me to fuck her. I’m going to make her come with my cock.

  His cock had been erect for almost thirty minutes now without release, and it ached. It was as full and hard as he could ever remember it in his entire life. His balls were high and tight. He hoped he could keep himself from blowing his load too fast.

  He gazed down at his stepsister’s perfect body spread out before him and admired her smooth stomach, pink-tipped breasts, and beautiful face.

  Now was the moment! He pushed against her with the tip of his cock, feeling her wetness, but also resistance. He was going to love fucking Julia. Seeing her face as he entered her for the first time, hearing her moans of pleasure as she realized how incredibly good it felt…

  She felt pressure in a way she never had before. It wasn’t like a finger. It was so much thicker and harder.

  “Remember, relax. Let me in. I’ll be gentle. I’ll go slow.”

  She watched closely, seeing the length of his shaft as she felt the end pressing urgently into her. Fraction by fraction, it pushed its way inside. The walls of her pussy expanded until he had a full inch inside her.

  “More!” she said. “Tyler, I want it all…”

  He leaned in, using his body weight to apply pressure into her wanting pussy. It started to hurt, a sharp pain, and her breath caught.

  “Oh,” she said. “Ohhh. Oh.”

  “It’s okay. Relax and take it in. It’ll only hurt for a second, Julia, I promise…”

  She watched another inch slip inside, clenching her teeth to keep from making a noise. Tyler paused and just held there without moving, giving her time to adjust, allowing her pussy’s walls to get used to what he was giving her. She opened her mouth but no sound came out. And then the pain was over, just like that, replaced by a dull ache and a feeling of overwhelming fullness and pleasure. He started to push again, slowly, delicately, paying attention to her face for her reaction. Julia watched another inch sink into her, and another. It was amazing to see. Emotions of joy and desire mixed in her mind.

  She put her fingers on her clit, pulling it up toward her belly, rubbing it to add to her pleasure. He was almost all the way in now. It was feeling good.

  “How is it?” he asked. “You okay?”

  She nodded. It was hard to talk. “It’s good,” she managed. “Really good.”

  He lifted his pelvis and every bit of his cock plunged into her now, all the way, slipping against her tight walls with an intense sensation of pleasure like she’d never felt before.

  “Fuck me,” she said. “Just—just fuck me, Tyler.”

  He pulled back out and she gasped, then he plunged back in and she let out a little cry.
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  “More,” she said. “Goddamn. Oh, Tyler, Jesus, fuck me more.”

  In and out he fucked, leaning forward to make sure his body rubbed against her clit. He bent down and put his lips to hers, kissing her hard. She realized that over the past three days, he had never tried to kiss her. With his cock now inside her, it was intensely passionate—his tongue mimicked his cock, going into her mouth until she sucked on it. The rhythmic movement of his pounding cock and the hard tonguing inside her mouth filled up her senses until nothing mattered in the world but the two of them here, now, on this bed.

  He pulled his mouth an inch away. “I want you to come again,” he said.

  “I just came…I don’t think I can have another one.”

  “Yes you can. Feel my cock in you. Feel me rubbing up against your clit. Let yourself come, Julia. You can do it. Take your time.”

  She did as he said, paying attention to the sensations. It all felt amazing, and he continued to kiss her, too. As the minutes went by, she had no concept of time. She was only aware that now and then he would shift positions or stroke into her faster or slower.

  They went for a long time this way. She felt herself getting close, but…”It’s not happening,” she said. “I’m sorry.”

  “Don’t worry,” he said. “We’re going to make it happen together. I’m not going to come until I can do it with you. I’m going to pull out and try a different position. You’ll love it.”

  He stood up and slowly slid his cock out of her, and as soon as he did she felt empty and needy. “Don’t…” she said.

  “It’s okay. Just turn over and lie on your stomach like you did yesterday.”

  She trusted him. She did as she was told. Once more she heard him rummaging around in his luggage. “Hurry,” she said. Her desire was still urgent. She had been on the verge of her second orgasm for a long time.