Kinky Taboo Novels & Stories

His Broad shoulders and defined stomach were the kind of photos girls saved and admired. So sexy! He came lining up on me and undressed me slowly. My blouse, bra, skirt, and panties were all off. I was completely bare under his eyes. “Damn…” He muttered, then started kissing at my feet. He kissed my toes, the arch of my foot, the inside of my ankle, he moved higher with deliberate kisses. By the time his mouth reached the soft skin of my inner thigh I was already shaking. I felt uncontrollably tingles. I felt his fingers finally brushed over my pussy slowly like he was mapping them. “Fuck…mmm.” A broken sound left my throat. “Ahhh.”

But the tension between them was anything but respectful. Theo’s hand rested on his own thigh, inches from Kai’s. During the interview, as a reporter asked about their “notorious rivalry,” Theo’s fingers brushed deliberately against Kai’s under the table... a hidden, lingering touch that sent heat racing up Kai’s leg. Kai’s breath caught. He didn’t pull away. Instead, he hooked his pinky around Theo’s for a brief, secret second, heart hammering.

"Weird is sweet, ShaQuan." "It’s forbidden," I countered. "Not just weird. It’s a line you don't cross." "Forbidden is the vibe," she whispered. Her hand reached out, her fingers slowly roaming over my chest, tracing the muscles. "It has to be forbidden for it to feel this good. Think about it."

Our bodies said everything. “I love you,” Frank said suddenly. “Not just this. I love being with you.” My heart swelled. “I love you too,” I whispered. “More than I should.” We talked about our feelings. It was more than sex. We connected deep. He understood me. I made him feel young and alive. The taboo made it stronger. But it also made it scary. The next day we took more risks. Mom went to the store. We had thirty minutes. I sucked him in the kitchen. On the counter. I took him deep while he sat on a chair. Then he bent me over the table and fucked me. We came together fast.

“That’s it, Eden. Rub that needy little pussy on me. Show me how badly you want your stepbrother’s cock.” The dirty words made me whimper. I ground down harder, chasing the pressure. My panties were ruined, soaked through. I’d never been this turned on in my life. “Please, Kane,” I begged, my voice breaking. “I’ve never… I’m still a virgin. But I want you. I want this. Even though it’s wrong.”

I say, trying to come up with some kind of excuse, anything to get her to stop. Zoey leans over, pressing her breasts against my arm. “So, maybe we should go home. Then I could make you feel really good.” She whispers. I take a deep breath, trying to focus. “We shouldn’t be doing this Zoey.” I say, trying to regain my self control. “Why shouldn’t we? You aren’t really my uncle and I am nineteen. There is nothing wrong with two people having some fun together.” She whispers, hand going up towards my zipper.

Even when he grins and winks at me after saying it, it still has the same effect on me. “Jesus, you’re getting her all wet, she’s dripping all over me!” Jory spreads my legs to show the others, and I redden, hiding my face in his chest. “Well, she did say that she loves being treated this way. Now, I actually believe that our girl has a kink fetish. She is a true sub.” Knox states, “But, we really need to talk about this before the two of you go and abuse her poor holes for the rest of the night.” He chuckles.

Whatever he’s saying has her laughing and then looking down into the crowd of dancers. “Looks like your bro is moving in on your territory, man.” I glance over and see Gabe facing the bar with his forearms leaning against the edge. I smirk, “Nah, that was this morning when we both fucked her senseless for her birthday present.” Our neighbor’s jaw drops, “No fucking way...seriously?” “You’re wanting to get into the kink lifestyle, right?” “Well, yeah, I guess.” “Here’s a second piece of advice for you, Gabe; never be surprised by anything when it comes to this lifestyle. Believe it or not it’s quite common.”

I buried my face against his shoulder as pleasure crested sharp and overwhelming. He followed with a low, steady groan, holding me firmly through it. Afterward, we didn’t rush apart. He stayed. Tracing idle patterns along my back. “You’re thinking,” he said. “I am.” “Regretting?” “No.” I turned my head to look at him. “That’s the inconvenient part.” He smiled slightly. “I told you. Not casual.” Here’s the truth: It wasn’t taboo in the scandalous sense. It was taboo because it was intentional.

I moaned, trembling, my body slick, my pussy still throbbing around him. He leaned down, his lips brushing my ear, whispering filthy commands as he gripped us both in his hands. “This is the unholiest thing you’ll ever feel… and you’re going to crave every second of it.” My body quaked at the thought. This wasn’t just sex… this was taboo, raw, and filthy, and I wanted every second. Every rough thrust, every cruel touch, every filthy word from him.