First Time Taboo Seduction Part 1 (2 page)

The sound of a horny virgin teen with a
biology that is fast gaining ground on the morality that is holding
her back.

Self-conscious, I push my spectacles up,
sweating so profusely that it slides right down to the tip of my
nose when it loses the support of my trembling index finger.

Miss Taylor Swift doesn't seem to have heard
me at all. At eighteen, she is as much a virgin as I am - and
struck silent. Her full lower lip quivers as the perverted fuck
pushes his shorts down another inch. She looks like she is
intending the fucker to drop the shorts once and for all.

That's bad. Really bad. I need support to
ward off the Viking invasion, not a cute blonde with a heated up
pussy.

But that's not the worst of it. The worst
part is the surreal size of the pole that Jimmy calls his cock:
longer than seems fit for human consumption. Fatter too. Something
that would look good on a horse, or a bull, or a moose. Or a
Viking, I guess. No wonder they made a lasting impression.

"There are no laws against sunbathing in the
nude in your own backyard, are there?" Jimmy says, his face split
in two by a perfect grin, revealing perfect teeth.

The teeth of a Hugo Boss model. The face too,
not even talking about the body.

But all I can think of is how he is my
brother, not by blood but that is a technically. I always saw him
as my one and only sibling, not just a step.

"There are when family is around," I hiss,
pretending my pussy isn't really leaking.

To think I had to turn eighteen years old -
and two weeks and three days - to witness the sight of this. He
barged in only moments ago, but it already feels like an eternity
since I was my usual cool self. One look at me and Anne, lust
flaring in his eyes, and the rest is history. Fucker.

"Puritan," Jimmy says. Before I can get a
word out he pushes his shorts down far enough for the monster to
break free. That is when I realize I didn't know what fear is until
now, horniness too.

"Crystal," Anne says with the appropriate
level of fear.

Jimmy casually kicks his shorts through the
air, massive cock swaying left and right and up and down. A huge
dancing organ celebrating its newfound freedom. Sending drops of
pre-cum flying through the air. Ready to hunt and claim the pussies
its master has set his eyes on.

I don't reply. I can't. I want to but I
can't.

It is fear that leaves me speechless. It is
pure depraved carnal cravings that make me stay and stare, not
snapping out of it until I realize that my damn pussy is leaking so
badly that I must show a huge wet spot. Shit.

"What the fuck is that?" someone says and I
curse myself when I realize it was me and I'm pointing. I point at
stare at the long and hard thing that the perv is sporting for a
cock.

"This?" Jimmy says, brow raised as if to say
I'm an idiot.

I am. I know. I should be running and so
should Anne but we obviously aren't. are both frozen in place.

Anne's nipples, long and stiff, are trying
hard to poke holes in the thin fabric that is hiding them from
sight, and I know mine are doing the same.

Jimmy grabs his cock, I swallow hard, mouth
watering.

"This, Sis?" Jimmy says with that fucking
grin of his. Stroking himself, he looks at me, eye-fucking me.
"This is a cock, Sis. A really hard cock if you insist on
specifics."

"Anne, you looking, babe?" Jimmy says,
turning his head, eye-fucking her too just to show what a stud he
is. And a perv.

Anne is looking alright. In fact, she's
drooling.

"Jimmy," I
say with a voice that is low and throaty, horny instead of angry,
"put that... that... thing... away.... right now." My best offence.
I cringe, aware of how pathetic I sounds.
Put that thing away? Right now?
Really? I should be cursing him to hell instead.

Of course I don't count on the fucker
listening to me. He doesn't. The little shit continues stroking
himself openly, his hand moving up and down the shaft fast, heavy
balls swaying obscenely.

"Well?" Jimmy says after a heavy pause.

"Anne!" I shout, panicking, when I see her
take a hesitant step in Jimmy's direction. Like a zombie. Leaning
forward, her mouth ajar, staring transfixed at the massive
organ.

It must be at least ten inches long and
thick. So damn thick. Perfect in its size for a bull, not a human
male.

The tip is broad and a deep red. There are
thick veins running from the base of the shaft all the way to just
below the tip, supplying the monster with the blood it needs to
stand pride and tall, and he even has matching oversized balls.

Shaved. Big like tennis balls. Heavy.

And no doubt fully loaded with sticky cum, a
thought that makes my virgin snatch drool and ache, nipples
stiffening.

"Anne!" I shout again as she takes another
step in his direction. She looks up startled, as if waking up from
a dream, stopping dead in her track. Thank God.

I sigh.

It is a deep
torturous sigh that should have no place on a sunny afternoon at
the pool. The kind of sigh fit for a funeral procession or the one
you can hear in a retirement house; a sigh that says
I'm tired of being old and
broken
.

Not a sigh you associate with a teenager in a
thong and tiny top. Not unless you knew of the scorching heat
building fast between her legs and heavyweight cock she is staring
at, eyes like saucers, a tremble all over.

"Don't be jealous, Sis." Jimmy sits down on
the edge of one of the stretchers, legs wide, hand on cock. Jerking
cock.

"You are one sick fuck, you know that?" I
spit, curling my toes and praying my anger will burn away the
growing hormonal induced lust. Not a regular lust that you can
stand above. No, this is the kind of lust that could leave you
temporarily unaccountable.

A lust that is dangerous for you and everyone
near.

"You're the one with the drooling cunt, Sis,"
Jimmy says, winking.

Fucker. I should give him a shiner for that
but I don't. I just stand there, cheeks burning, seething.

"I can smell your pussy from here," the perv
says. He shouldn't have.

All my pent up anger explodes in my chest and
I respond without thinking.

I charge with a primal cry that his
hair-raising, moving fast.

Moving too fast.

I realize I'm not going to make it make just
before shit happens, carried forward by a momentum that possesses
too much force to stop.

The tiles XXX around the pool are slippery
and when I raise my leg to kick the pervert in the nuts, I slip,
barely able to keep myself from falling backward. Correcting myself
I have to contort my body - shaking my tits like a stripper on
speed - but that only buys me time.

In the end, I
still fall, only not on my ass. I fall forward with a loud curse,
Jimmy's laughter and Anne's
Oh
my
in my ears.

Cursing, hot tears of frustrated anger spill
over as I look up, only to be instantly silenced by the sight of
Jimmy's heavy balls dangling right in front of me. Shit. I push my
spectacles up out of habit and to distract from the sight, and the
feelings it stirs up deep inside.

"Glad you changed your mind, Sis," the fucker
says. He sounds highly amused. No surprise there.

"Crystal, are you alright?" Anne says. No,
I'm not. I'm far from alright. I've never been this humiliated
before.

"Come on, Sis," the fucker says, "don't hold
yourself back now that you've gotten this far."

Pushing his fuckpole flat against his belly,
our eyes lock and I try to strike him down with a look that would
have convinced Hannibal to retreat in silence. Not my perverted
stepbrother, though.

Sticking out his tongue, he wiggles it in the
air, and I know he knows I'm thinking about how it would feel to
have that tongue slide over my aching wet snatch. Another
humiliation.

I try to curse him to hell and back but the
words remain stuck in my throat, a sense of dread spreading when a
pang of obscene lust shoots through my teen cunt. I can't believe
this is happening.

"You sure look you can use some stiff prick,
Sis," the pervert says hauntingly and my pussy contracts powerfully
in agreement.

I look away in shame, another pang of taboo
lust rippling through me when I eye the huge balls in front of me,
a fresh load of hormones flooding my system.

"Fuck you," I say weakly, shame peaking when
I catch myself unconsciously licking my lips.

Jimmy laughs.

Jimmy grins
and calls me a
pussy
.

Pushing myself up on all fours, anger
coursing through my veins like melted lava, I intent to show him
what this woman is made of. Show him I'm not one of those cheap
sluts that are only too happy to sit down on that thing of his.

"You -" I hiss, teeth bared. Before I can say
more, the fucker lets go of his cock.

Hard cock slaps me right in the face, making
a lewd sound. I shriek, one of those piercing shrieks that wouldn't
stand out in a slasher movie, and then curse.

But I'm not cursing at him. I curse because
of the way my traitorous clit throbs with sickening excitement.
More blood rushes to my face and I'm cold and hot all at once,
sweating like a racehorse, my pulse racing like one.

"Well? What the fuck are you waiting for,
Sis?" the sorry ass fuck says. His manhood swaying right in my damn
face. Tempting me like a siren call.

Fuck him.

He has always been an arrogant fuck. Always.
But today he has reached new heights.

Me too. I've
never been this horny before. Ever. I listen to the blood rush
behind my ears, a dark foreboding descending. Dizzy. My biology
admiring all that hard cock,
pounds
of
it
, I know
what I'm going to do before I do it, too weak to stop myself. My
body acts with a will of its own. Shows how civilization is only
skin deep.

As if in slow motion, I watch my right hand
reach out and grab the pussy-wrecker that is making me sweat.
Perverse horniness intensifies when my brain registers my fingers
are far too short to wrap themselves fully around the pulsating
shaft.

"There's a good girl," Jimmy says
triumphantly.

My hand looks small in comparison to the
shaft it is holding. Inwardly, I curse and try to put a stop to it,
and fail.

Fuck.

"Crystal," Anne says. She sounds alarmed. She
should be. How often do you see a stepsister stroke her
stepbrother's fat cock out in the open?

She also sounds excited.

"Is this what you want, fucker?" I snap, as
angry at him as I am at myself. What kind of a slut would sink this
low? Only the worst kind.

Every school has their sluts, right? They are
the ones guys love and who are pitied and looked down upon by
decent women.

I've always been a girl who was happy to look
down on them. Always. That only makes the shame and sense of defeat
that is branding my psyche now that much worse.

Worst of all, I can't find the strength to
put a stop to it.

"Well, is it?" I snap, crying with
unadulterated anger.

"Yeah, it is, Sis," Jimmy says. "Why don't
you give me a handjob? Can't you see I need one?"

His eyes are bright with the same carnal lust
that burns through my veins as I grab his fuckpole with my other
hand too. In my position, he has a ringside view on my tits that
have escaped from the hold of my bikini top, but I'm too engrosses
with the sight and feel of all that hard cock in my hands to do
anything about.

Too busy too.

Too busy giving the perv a handjob. The very
first handjob of my young life and it just had to be him. The guy I
despise like no other. But I do it nonetheless.

I move my hands up and down the full length
of the shaft, my tits shaking and breathing through an open mouth.
My lips dangerously close to the broad head.

"Am I doing a good job," I hiss with total
self-loathing. "You like the way your own damn stepsister jerks you
off?"

"I've had better," the jerk says. His grin
seems a permanent feature of his face. "Anne, why don't you show my
lazy sis how to jerk a guy off?" Asshole.

"Really? You think I should try?" Anne says
like the horny teenage eager beaver she obviously is.

"Stay back, Anne! I got this!" I say, not
believing I just said that. Not believing I'm actually trying
harder. Determined to give the perv the best handjob ever.

"I don't mind, Crystal," Anne whines.

I ignore her.

"Then again, maybe sucking cock is where your
talent lies, Sis," the perv says.

You ever had your heart come to a total stop,
only to resume beating like crazy? That is what happens. Angry, my
pride mortally wounded, I squeeze his fuckpole as hard as I can.
Jimmy grimaces and releases a pain-loaded grunt. Good.

"Maybe I just need practice," I snap, my
hands moving faster and faster.

Jimmy grunts again but not from discomfort
this time, it is from the pleasure that I bring him with my hands
and the sight of bare tits shaking all over the place. A small
excited cry wells up from the back of my throat when I feel his
fuckpole swell even more, the heat between my legs growing
stronger.

So I don't stop. I continue stroking his bull
cock with the dedication that only a teenage virgin can possess,
jerking so fast my hands are a blur. Drooling. Cum-hungry eyes
locked with the perv who moans right in my face.

I'll never live this down and we both know
it. From now on, whenever I see the fucker at breakfast, or any
other time, I'll think of this moment. He will too.