In the quiet of the early evening, the house was filled with a sense of calm, the kind that comes just before a storm. I, Marcus, a tall, athletic man of 27 with dark hair and piercing blue eyes, was settling into the routine of my new life with my girlfriend, Sophia. She was a petite brunette with a fiery spirit and a body that could make a saint sin, perfect for some taboo and family action.
Suddenly, the door to the bathroom creaked open, and in stepped my stepsister, Leana Lovings. At 25, she was a year older than me, with stunning green eyes and a cascade of blonde hair that always seemed to be perfectly tousled. She was clad in a belly top that showed off her toned midsection and a pair of lacy panties that left little to the imagination. I was stunned, taken aback by her boldness.
“Leana,” I stammered, “what are you doing?”
She smirked, her eyes glinting with mischief. “I could ask you the same thing, Marcus. Weren’t you about to take a piss?”
I was flustered, my heart pounding in my chest. “Yeah, but… you can’t just barge in like this.”
She took a step closer, her voice dropping to a sultry whisper. “Why not? We’re stepsister and stepbrother, after all. Besides, I’ve seen it all before.”
I swallowed hard, trying to resist the pull of her magnetism. “I have a girlfriend now, Leana. Things are different.”
She chuckled, a sound that sent shivers down my spine. “And yet, here we are. You can’t deny that there’s something between us, Marcus. Something electric. Something… taboo and family.”
I hesitated, torn between my newfound loyalty to Sophia and the primal urge Leana was stirring within me. She reached out, her fingertips tracing the line of my jaw. I could feel the heat radiating from her touch, could smell the sweet scent of her perved family perfume.
“Just a taste, Marcus,” she murmured, her lips brushing against mine. “Just a little taboo and family taste.”
And then, she kissed me. It was a kiss that was both tender and desperate, kissing that spoke of a longing that had been bottled up for far too long. I could feel her tongue exploring my mouth, could taste the sweetness of her lip gloss. I was lost, drowning in the sensation of her.
She broke away, her breath coming in quick gasps. “There,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. “That taboo and family is all I wanted. Just a taste.”
But it was enough to ignite the flame that had been smoldering between us for so long. I reached out, my hands cupping her face, my thumbs tracing the line of her cheekbones. I kissed her again, this time with a hunger that was almost feral.
She moaned, her hands gripping the hem of my shirt, pulling it up and over my head. I could feel her nails raking down my chest, could feel the goosebumps rising in their wake. I spun her around, my hands tracing the curve of her waist, the swell of her hips. I could feel her heart pounding against my chest, could hear the raggedness of her breath.
I turned her to face me, my hands cupping her breasts, my thumbs circling her nipples through the thin fabric of her top. She arched into my touch, her head falling back as a soft moan escaped her lips. I could see the desire in her eyes, could feel the heat radiating from her curvy body.
I lowered my head, my lips capturing one taut nipple through the fabric of her top. She gasped, her hands gripping my hair, her hips pressing against mine. I could feel the heat of her, could feel the wetness through her panties. I was rock hard, my cock straining against the confines of my jeans.
I stepped back, my eyes never leaving hers. I reached for the button of my jeans, my hands trembling with anticipation. I could see the desire in her eyes, could see the way her gaze was fixed on my big cock as I freed it from my jeans.
She licked her lips, a slow, sensual motion that had my cock twitching. “You’re so big, Marcus,” she whispered, her voice a rough whisper. “So hard.”
I stepped closer, my cock brushing against her stomach. She gasped, her eyes widening as she looked down. I could see the desire in her eyes, could see the way her tongue darted out to wet her lips.
I reached down, my hands gripping the hem of her panties. She lifted her hips, allowing me to slide them down her legs. I could see the glistening wetness of her pussy, could see the way her clit was already swollen with desire.
I lowered my head, my tongue tracing the line of her slit. She moaned, her hands gripping my hair, her hips bucking against my face. I could taste her, could feel the sweetness of her on my tongue. I circled her clit with my tongue, could feel the way her body was trembling.
I stood up, my cock poised at the entrance of her shaved pussy. She looked up at me, her eyes filled with desire. “Fuck me, Marcus,” she whispered, her voice a rough plea. “Please, fuck me.”
I thrust into her, my cock filling her completely. She gasped, her nails raking down my back as she adjusted to the feel of me inside her. I could feel the tightness of her, could feel the way her pussy was gripping my cock.
I started to move, my hips thrusting against hers, my cock sliding in and out of her. She met my thrusts, her hips moving in time with mine. I could hear the wet sound of our bodies coming together, could hear the soft moans that were escaping her lips.
I reached down, my fingers finding her clit. I circled it, my touch light and teasing. She moaned, her hips bucking against my hand. I could feel the way her body was tensing, could feel the way her pussy was clenching around my cock.
“Oh, Marcus,” she moaned, her voice a ragged whisper. “Yes, yes, yes.”
I could feel my own orgasm building, could feel the way my balls were tightening. I thrust into her, my cock filling her completely. She screamed, her body convulsing around me as she came. I could feel the way her pussy was milking my cock, could feel the way her body was shuddering.
I came with a roar, my cock pulsing as I filled her with my cum. She collapsed against me, her body limp and spent. I could feel the way her heart was pounding, could feel the way her breath was coming in quick gasps.
We stood there for a moment, our bodies pressed together, our hearts pounding in sync. And then, reality came crashing back in. I had a girlfriend now, a girlfriend who I loved. I had promised myself that I wouldn’t let Leana get me going again.
I stepped back, my cock slipping out of her. She looked up at me, her eyes filled with a mixture of desire and sadness. “I’m sorry, Leana,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper. “I can’t do this taboo and family. I have a girlfriend now.”
She nodded, her eyes filled with tears. “I know,” she whispered. “I know.”
