TABOO

Author’s Note

Welcome to TABOO.

This collection explores desires that live in the shadows—the ones we’re told to ignore, suppress, or never speak of. Each story is meant to be intense, provocative, and unapologetically indulgent.

These are works of fiction created for entertainment. The characters, scenarios, and relationships portrayed are not meant to reflect real-life guidance or moral standards, but rather to explore fantasy in a safe and controlled space.

If you choose to step into this world, do so with an open mind.

And remember… some fantasies are best left on the page.

Content Warning:

This collection contains explicit sexual content and explores deeply taboo and morally complex fantasies.

Readers can expect themes involving power, control, forbidden attraction, and boundary-pushing relationships that are not suitable for all audiences.

All scenarios are fictional and intended for mature readers (18+) only.

If you’re looking for safe, traditional romance—this is not it.

Proceed at your own discretion.

MY BROTHER’S BEST FRIEND

“You’re going to be okay, right?” Mom asked, leaning over the open window of my car.

“I’m going to be okay, Mom. Trust me. I’m just going over for a week to stay with Hayden.”

She sighed. “I know you’ll be fine. You’ll be visiting your brother at college, and you know how he is…” She rolled her eyes.

“You mean parties?” I smiled. “He’s old enough to do all that. He’s in college—you should let him have fun.”

“Yeah, yeah. I just want you to be careful. And stay away from all those college boys… especially his best friend, Jake.”

“Mom…” I whined, heat creeping up my neck. This was embarrassing.

“I thought you always liked Jake,” Dad chimed in, stepping closer to the car. “He’s a good kid. Everyone knows that. There’s nothing wrong with Janice dating him.”

“Please don’t start, Phillip,” Mom cut in quickly. “Jake is a good kid, we all know that—but he’s a player. Not a good fit for our beautiful daughter.”

I groaned, sinking lower in my seat.

I hated when they talked about Jake.

“I’ve got to go, Mom. It’s an hour drive to Hayden’s school, and I want to get there before it gets dark.”

“Alright, baby. Be safe. And say hi to your brother for us.”

“And tell Jake I said hi,” Dad added with a grin.

“Later, parents,” I muttered, pulling out of the driveway before they could say anything else.

In case you haven’t noticed, I’ve always had a thing for Jake—my brother’s best friend.

He and Hayden had been inseparable since they were nine, and somewhere along the way, my innocent admiration turned into something else. Something deeper. Something I couldn’t shake.

Jake was the first guy I ever noticed.

The first one I ever wanted.

And the worst part?

He never saw me that way.

To him, I was just Hayden’s kid sister. The quiet one. The nerd who preferred books over parties. The girl who stayed in her room, reading romance novels and secretly imagining her favorite fictional men as him.

It hurt.

Every single time he came over, I kept my distance, watching him from afar like some pathetic spectator. He was everything I tried to avoid—charming, reckless, a certified heartbreaker.

A player.

And somehow, I still wanted him.

There were moments we’d be in the same room, and it felt like I didn’t even exist to him. Like I was invisible.

And maybe I was.

Because if he wasn’t my brother’s best friend… if he hadn’t known me since I was a kid… I doubt we’d even be in the same orbit.

Jake didn’t look at girls like me.

And yet, I couldn’t stop looking at him.

I’d just turned eighteen a few days ago. Summer had officially begun, and people my age were out living their lives—traveling, partying, showing off, hooking up.

Me?

I chose to spend a week with my brother.

At his college.

A small, innocent excuse to explore the campus before I started in the fall.

Because by then…

I wouldn’t just be Hayden’s little sister anymore.

I’d be another girl on campus.

And maybe—just maybe—

Jake would finally see me.

I’d always imagined what it would feel like to be eighteen.

I thought I’d look different somehow. Older. Changed.

But nothing really felt different.

Except… maybe I noticed more.

I’d always been insecure about my body. My breasts were too big for an eighteen-year-old. My hips were wide, my curves fuller than most girls my age. And my butt—yeah, that too.

I didn’t look like the girls around me.

I looked older.

Too grown.

Sometimes I felt like I was already twenty-three, trapped in an eighteen-year-old’s life.

So I did what I always did—I hid.

Baggy clothes. Oversized hoodies. Medicated glasses. Anything that would take attention away from my body.

It was easier that way.

Safer.

But just yesterday, it hit me.

Maybe that was why Jake had never noticed me.

Because I made sure no one did.

I parked outside my brother’s apartment complex and stepped out, grabbing my backpack and slinging it over my shoulder. The evening air was warm as I made my way up to the second floor.

Hayden and Jake’s place.

My heart picked up as I stood in front of their door.

I knocked.

Muted rap music played from inside, low but steady.

No response.

I knocked again, louder this time.

The door opened.

And there he was.

Jake.

Shirtless.

Shit.

Every feeling I’d spent years burying came rushing back all at once. It had only been three months since I last saw him, but somehow… he looked even better.

Broader.

More defined.

There was a thin line tattoo on his upper arm I didn’t remember, and it only made him hotter.

“Hey, Hayden,” Jake called over his shoulder. “It’s little Janny.”

Little Janny.

I swallowed hard.

He stepped aside, opening the door wider, and I walked in—brushing past him just slightly.

My shoulder grazed his chest.

Solid.

Warm.

God.

“Sorry,” I mumbled quickly, my voice betraying me.

“It’s fine,” he said casually. “What are you doing here?”

“Here for summer holidays.”

“Summer holidays?” he repeated, his eyes finally settling on me for a second.

I tried—tried—not to look at his chest. At the way his muscles moved. At the way his body looked like something out of one of my books.

“Yeah.”

“Mmm.”

And just like that, he looked away.

Like I hadn’t just been staring at him.

Like I was nothing.

He turned and walked toward the living room, and I followed, trying to ignore the way my chest tightened.

I hugged Hayden, laughing as he teased me like always.

Normal.

Easy.

Safe.

“You know,” Jake said suddenly, “since Janny’s here and we’ve only got two rooms… where’s she gonna stay?”

“You and I can share,” Hayden replied without a second thought. “She can take yours for the week.”

I froze slightly.

Jake didn’t argue.

He just picked up the half-smoked joint from earlier and slipped it between his lips. His expression shifted—tight, unreadable—as he grabbed a white T-shirt and walked out of the room.

“He’ll come around,” Hayden said casually. “He hates sharing his space. Doesn’t even like his girlfriends staying over.”

“Girlfriends…” I muttered under my breath.

Of course.

***

The first half of the week went by like that.

Jake was barely around.

He’d show up in the mornings, eat, leave. Sometimes he came back in the evening just to grab something from his room—my room now—change, and disappear again.

No conversation.

No eye contact.

Nothing.

It was like I wasn’t even there.

And it hurt more than I wanted to admit.

What did I have to do for him to finally look at me?

Just once.

Like I wasn’t Hayden’s little sister.

Like I was… something else.

All my life, I’d only dated one guy.

And if I was being honest, it was because he reminded me of Jake.

Same ocean-blue eyes. Same first initial. J.

Jenkins.

But that was where the similarities ended.

We dated for six months. I gave him my virginity… something I regretted almost immediately. Not because of him exactly, but because it felt wrong.

Empty.

Every time we were together, I wasn’t really there.

I was thinking about Jake.

Imagining Jake.

Wanting Jake.

Jenkins never stood a chance.

After we broke up, I tried. I really did. A few dates here and there with guys who just… didn’t do it for me. Weird conversations. Forced laughs. No spark.

Nothing.

Because deep down, I knew what I wanted.

And it was my brother’s best friend.