Taboo Young Collections Novels & Stories

“Our guest of honor finally decided to grace us with her presence.” A chorus of playful groans and chuckles followed. “Sorry,” I said, lifting the casserole dish like an offering. “Peace treaty?” My cousin, Braden, reached out and snatched it away from me. “What'd you bring?” He asked, ripping the wrap. “Sweet potato casserole.” I answered. “Sweeeet!” A broad smile spread across his lips. “You're forgiven.” “You're not the one to decide that, stupid.” His twin sister, Hana, grumbled.

His posture looked relaxed to the rest of the room, but Lydia could feel the pressure of his presence like a blade pointed directly at her. Her breath snagged. She held the tablecloth tightly to hide the tremor in her fingers. His feet nudged her thighs apart balancing itself in-between. She sat up and cleared her throat uneasily. Cassian dip a finger in the tomato sauce and licked it with extra rigor. She felt his big toe poked under her skirt. She had worn a blush-pink, cheerleader-inspired two-piece outfit made of soft, breathable cotton. The top clung snugly to her torso, lifting and shaping her chest in a way that emphasized her natural curves.

The bass in Club Eclipse hit like a drug, low and throbbing, crawling up through the soles of my heels and into my bones. The air was thick with sweat, perfume, spilled liquor, and pure lust. Purple and crimson lights pulsed across the writhing crowd, catching on glittered skin and short hemlines. It was my twenty-first birthday, and I’d promised myself one night of zero rules. No good-girl Lila. No overthinking. Just feeling. I was already buzzing from three strong tequila sunrises when I felt him watching me.

As Javed pulled open a drawer near the bottom, a heavy leather binder caught on the edge, spilling several loose papers and old folders onto the Persian rug. "Damn it," Javed muttered, dropping to his knees to gather the scattered documents. Among the corporate tax receipts and old gala programs, a small, glossy piece of photo paper caught his eye. It had fallen face-up. Javed picked it up, intending to slide it back into a folder, but stopped.

I tried to sound like I was standing somewhere ordinary, fully dressed, with nothing inside me. “Hello?” Rico’s voice came through at once, loud and annoyed. “Where the hell are you? You’re on the board for first set. I held the room and you’re not here. What’s going on?” Damon thrust deeper, and whatever I meant to say fell apart in my throat. I bit down on the sound before it could carry, my free hand fisting in the sheet. "Tyler? You there?" Rico's voice, tinny and confused. "Yeah—yeah, I'm—" Another thrust, slow and deliberate, and I lost the sentence entirely. My hand was shaking too hard to hold the phone steady.

Which builds sexual tensions between us, he asks me to send him sexy videos of myself, and I spam him with my regular videos. He tries hard to explain that it wasn’t the kind of sexy he meant, trying to tell me to make my videos more revealing without actually mentioning he wants me naked or he wants a nude video of myself. I act dumb whenever he mentions that, saying “I want to see more, beneath that” I just change the topic of our discussion, asking him about his day and what he was doing at the moment. It pisses him when I do that, I kept up with that, since I never felt safe doing that with someone I barely know.

“Feed her that pretty tit while I fuck you.” Lena moaned, working her nipple in and out of Vannia’s tight pussy in shallow thrusts, never stopping. Vannia was losing control, thighs shaking, pleasure building impossibly fast. The taboo of her own mother’s nipple fucking her while Marcus watched pushed her over the edge. “I’m— I’m cumming!” Vannia screamed. Her orgasm crashed over her, pussy clenching hard around her mother’s nipple and fingers. Lena began licking through it, drawing out every shudder until Vannia was a trembling mess.

Every thrust made my body shake. His heavy balls slapped against my clit. My juices ran down my thighs. He grabbed a fistful of my hair and pulled my head back while fucking me. His other hand reached around and rubbed my clit fast. “You like that?” he growled in my ear. “You like your stepbrother’s cock stretching this pussy?” “Yes… fuck yes,” I moaned. The taboo words made me even wetter. He fucked me faster. The kitchen filled with the sound of his skin slapping against mine and my loud, shameless moans.

**Lust's Asylum: Twisted Confessions** **Host’s Introduction** Welcome back... Forbidden fruit always tastes the sweetest. Tonight’s confession is soaked in taboo — a stepsister hiding a very lucrative secret, and the stepbrother who discovers it… then decides to claim full control. This one is dark, twisted, and deliciously wrong. Here is the confession of “Stepsister’s Secret.” --- **Story 12: Stepsister’s Secret** **Chapter 1**

I asked again and smiled when she shook her head. “Good girl. So you will strip and sit on that couch while you fuck yourself in front of me. No sounds, understood?” “B-but what if I slip out a sound by accident? And what if they see me—” “The projector captures only this far.” I gestured from my desk to the window. “So you're safe. And if you slip out a sound by accident, that means more punishment because you'll be letting others hear what was meant to be just mine.”