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Authors: Elizabeth Thorn
First Time Taboo Seduction Part 1
Author's note: All characters in this work of
fiction are 18 years of age or older. This title depicts sexual
activity involving step relations. No blood relatives engage in
sexual activity together.
Crystal is the most gorgeous woman Jimmy has
ever laid eyes on. She is also his stepsister and dedicated to
staying a virgin until the day she gets married.
Leave it to Jimmy to go out of his way to
convince the bespectacled beauty to give it up for him.
Includes a daring seduction of two barely
legal teenagers by a very well hung Romeo, leading to mind-blowing
taboo sex.
First Time Taboo
Seduction
Part 1
By
Elizabeth Thorn and Sunny
Starr
© 2015
Elizabeth Thorn
and Sunny
Starr
Smashwords
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products of the author’s imagination.
Please note that this
work is intended only for adults over the age of 18. All characters
represented as 18 or older. All sexual relationships depicted are
between adults who are not blood relatives.
First Time Taboo
Seduction
Part 1
By
Elizabeth Thorn and Sunny
Starr
"You're out of your fucking mind," I say, not
certain I heard right. But I know I did.
I know because there is no denying the damn
bulge that leaves me breathless, heart racing. My light green eyes
narrowed, I flash daggers at the arrogant shit, stomach twisted
into nods. Of course he isn't intimidated.
Jimmy doesn't
do
intimidated
. He
intimidates
you
instead just by being his usual obnoxious
self.
Blood rushes to my neck and face. Fast. As if
every drop is competing to get there the first. In seconds my face
and neck are the same deep red as the hair that hangs down my back,
all the way to my bubble ass.
The same ass he just made clear he wants to
tap. Together with the rest of me. His hard on the tool he intends
to mark the newly conquered territory with. Damn pervert.
Stuck between the impulse to kick the little
shit in the nuts and the disgust that wants me to turn my back on
him, I stand frozen in place like a statue. Thing is, in my thong,
he'd get a great shot at my ass.
He'd love that. I'll be damned if I give him
the satisfaction.
Jimmy, every gorgeous inch of him, doesn't
look impressed. Few things do. Mr. Cool. Mr. Hot. A guy I love to
loathe.
"What?" he says, thumbs hooked in his
pockets, back straight. Abs hard as rock. So goddamn hot it makes
me want to puke because it brings physical cravings to the surface
I can't afford. The kind that puts me to shame.
Square chin
raised, he throws me a look that says
: You got problems, girl.
That is
Jimmy for you.
"What?" he
says again when I stay silent, too busy getting a grip on the
surealnes of the situation.
He makes it
sound like I am being
unreasonable
. He is good at that.
Good at making you feel there is something
wrong
with you, not
him.
He can make
it seem like you should be
grateful
for him going out of his
way to make you see the light of reason, and his muscular broad
chest and ample pubic bone too.
That is not even mentioning the sight of hard
cock stretching the fabric of his shorts to the point of tearing,
an impressive cock judging from the looks of it. Impressive enough
to trigger a heat in my belly that I try hard to ignore.
His look speaks volumes.
A look that
says he thinks I'm falling short by not dropping to my knees. You
know, to give him the sloppiest blow I have in me. Just to show
how
grateful
I am for the privilege of his
presence.
That is Jimmy. Blonde, tall, handsome, and
the most arrogant bastard you will ever meet. You won't ever meet a
close second. Ever. Guaranteed. Mr. Douchebag. A total asshole.
"What do you
mean
what
?" I finally spit back, transpiration breaking through my
skin, ignoring the worrisome tingling between my legs.
Jimmy's grin grows wider, revealing perfect
teeth, and he pushes his shorts down another inch, revealing more
pubic bone covered by short light blonde hairs.
Fuck.
My breathing quickens, my pulse too. I can't
believe he is willing to sink this low. Me. Of all people, he knows
he shouldn't even have thought of it.
But he has.
There he is
openly
eye-fucking
me, blue eyes bright. That is the way you know
he is messing with you: the shine in his eyes. Bright and lively,
and as blue as blue gets, an attention grabber as much as his
he-man muscles.
Too damn good-looking for his own good. That
is why he is popular with the sluts and it has spoiled him beyond
the point of return.
Pussy? Jimmy doesn't chase pussy: pussy is
thrown at his feet by sluts who are only too happy to sink their
pink wet snatch down on the cock he wants to make my
acquaintance.
But that is what sluts do, not me. I'm a
decent girl who wears her status as a virgin like a batch of honor,
not shame.
My idea of fun is reading serious literature
in bed late at night, sheets pulled up to my chin, not hit the
clubs looking for stiff cock and an STD.
That is what sluts do, not me, no siree.
I don't wear contacts, I'm perfectly happy
with my spectacles, nor do I ever put on makeup, and the most
exciting day of the week is Saturday. Book Club Day.
That is where I should be in about forty
minutes from now and I plan to be there on time too. I just need to
get past the sorry fuck in front of me, barring the way to the
French Doors that are as wide open as he wants my legs to be.
"You are pathetic," I say, willing myself to
look away, offering him my profile, cheeks burning, hands curled
into tight fists that I want to pounce his broad chest with.
That is good, right? The response of a decent
girl.
The shitty
thing is that seeing hard cock stir obscenely doesn't leave me as
cool as I want to be.
Should
be.
Should be
because the fucker is my own damn
stepbrother
. Easy to hate and
impossible to love. I should know, I've known him for
years.
Easy to drool over too, but I prefer not to
think about that. Easier to focus in on his arrogant ways than the
fact that his handsome face and athletic body never fails to have
an effect on the pink snatch between my legs, not something I am
proud of.
"So? You are gorgeous and a complete nerd,
Sis," Jimmy says. "Doesn't mean I shouldn't fuck you, does it?"
How do you argue with a guy like that?
"There will be hell to pay when I tell Mom
and Dad," I say, taking a hesitant step back on bare feet. Somehow
it sounds weak coming out of my eighteen-year-old mouth.
You are not supposed to run to Mommy and
Daddy at that age, are you?
No, at that age you are supposed to fix
things by yourself, like an adult. Then again, who has ever had
their stepbrother invite them for a ride on their stiff prick?
In the backyard by the pool.
In front of your best female friend.
Right now, I'd pay good money for a garbage
bag as a dress. I would. It would be better than the tiny pink
micro thong that is all camel toe, and the matching top, barely
covering my nipples - doing nothing to hide the fact that those
same nipples are stiffening fast.
The fucker would never have seen me like this
if I'd known he'd return home early.
Spending the afternoon lounging by the pool
with my best friend Anne, a total nerd like me, we figured we were
in the clear.
Obviously we figured wrong.
Anne looks like the sight of Jimmy's bare
torso and bulge put her into a permanent state of shock XXX. A
slight tremble to both slender legs, leaning forward, she stand and
stares at my almost naked stepbrother, pupils dangerously dilated.
Drooling. Jaw hanging.
Blonde and blue eyed, she is a perfect Taylor
Swift lookalike. Of course Jimmy wants to nail her, duh. But that
he'd be shameless enough to go after me too takes my breath
away.
I'm Anne's physical opposite and I hate
it.
You'd say Nature would have had the common
sense to match the mind of a nerd with a nerdy body, but no such
luck.
Instead
Nature cursed me with an ass and natural Double D tits that have
a
pornstar
quality to them, contrasted and emphasized by a slim waste,
and complimented by ivory skin and green eyes. Together with a
thick mane of dark red hair that shines, falling all the way down
my back to my ass, it shows off my Scottish ancestry in
spades.
So do the freckles.
Jimmy's blonde hair and blue eyes betray his:
Scandinavian.
A damn Viking. That's what he is. A
twenty-first century Viking with a huge cock, intent on ravishing
my virgin snatch. As far as the little shit is concerned the
Medieval Ages are still going at full swing, he its
representative.
His cock the only weapon he needs to leave
bruised wet pussy in his wake. The sluts who own them staring up
with unseeing eyes amidst a pool of orgasmic juices, trembling legs
spread wide. Praying for another ride.
Yeah, from what I hear, he is that good. No
wonder the sluts always call for him. A real confidence builder.
Enough to make a move on his own stepsister without as much as a
blush.
Facially, I'm not off any better. Beautiful.
The kind of beautiful that draws the kind of attention I can do
without.
Seriously full lips that are the kind of deep
red that only ivory skinned redheads seem to have. Sensuous lips
that look like they were designed for embracing hard cock.
Cock-sucking lips.
High cheekbones and delicate chin stand in
perfect proportion to a perfectly straight nose, leaving as a net
result a girly-girls' face that guys read all kinds of sexual
desires in.
Their desires, not mine.
I'm above all that. I'm serious and dedicated
to my studies. I'm going to be a marine biologist and marry a man
who takes life as serious as me, a man with character. A man who
sees beyond the curves of my body, loving me for the woman I am,
not because I just happen to look hot when I look up at him with
his hard on in my mouth, all green-eyed and bespectacled.
Of course, I know my spectacles aren't
helping any either. Thing is, I'm blind without them and hate
contacts. Combined with the porny-curves it creates a bookish image
that guys just have to drool over.
So, yeah, I'm fucked. Used to the stares and
catcalls, not enjoying any of it. That's because I'm not a
slut.
I dress down to hide my curves best I can.
That is baggy sweaters and pants when the weather allows, and baggy
sweaters and pants when it doesn't.
My micro thong and matching top are my first
indulgence in letting go, same for Anne, and look what it got us:
my perverted stepbrother making it clear he wants to nail my virgin
snatch. Ass too.
I don't have to check how much of my fat this
are showing, the way the fucker eyes me says enough.
"Come on, Sis," Jimmy says, pushing his
shorts down another inch. "Just admit you want it."
"I'm warning you," I say, heart pounding as
badly as my aching clit, pointing a warning finger at him, another
few inches I'll crash backwards in the pool.
"Or what?" Jimmy says, a challenge in his
tone. He pushes his shorts down another inch, enough to give me a
panic attack I try to hide. Not that I'm panicking over what I see,
I already got over that. I'm panicking because the scorching heat
between my legs just went up by a million degrees.
"Anne, say something," I demand, voice not
high and shrill - the sound of the scared virgin teen - but
husky.
