Taboo Young Sex Novels & Stories

I felt wet between my legs and a little shiver ran through me that had nothing to do with the temperature. “You okay, Emma?” Aunt Chloe asked, voice soft but eyes hungry as they moved over my chest. “Yeah,” I managed. “Just the cool air.” She dealt again. I lost. Jake saw the look on my face and suddenly stood, shoved his boxers down, and let his cock spring free. It was long and thick and hard, the head already shiny. My eyes went wide. I had never seen one in real life like that—not this close, not this hard.

WARNING:Taboo (Step-sibling), Group Sex (Mfm), Double Penetration (DP), Anal Sex, Choking, Spanking, Strong Language, Graphic Sexual Content, Multiple Creampies. The front door clicked shut behind me, the house still and silent-or so I thought. My parents' trip had been delayed by a massive storm at the airport, giving them an extra night at a hotel in the city and giving me one more night of total control. I'd spent the evening at a party, drinking just enough to make my blood run hot and my temper short. All I could think about on the drive home was Jade. I wanted to drag her back to that master bedroom and finish what I'd started on the silk sheets.

The night air touched my bare legs beneath the robe like a secret. I am Lila Cabruno, a very well known celebrity. Today, I wanted to relax. My naughty boyfriend, Charles denied me sex saying he's too busy. I challenged him, saying I would get good sex somewhere else despite the fact that I knew I was wrong. Charles had the best dick ever, fuck him! A tall woman with a sleek ponytail met me at the door. Her voice was low and calm. “Miss Voss. We have your private suite ready. No names, no cameras, no interruptions. This way please.”

Jax groaned and cupped one of my breasts through the sheer fabric, squeezing hard before slapping it, making it jiggle. “Fuck, that’s better already. You’re learning how to worship cock properly.” He grew rough quickly. His hand fisted my ponytail and he started fucking my throat with deep, brutal strokes. I gagged violently, tears streaming down my face, but he didn’t stop. The bunny tail bounced with every thrust. Ty watched, stroking his own enormous black cock. “My turn, man. I want that throat.”

Came quiet, holding tight. The decision came. We'd go, faces neutral. But under, fire burned. At the wedding, tension was high. Danced close, hands brushing. Stole away to the guest room. Door locked, dresses hiked. He bent me over bed, fucked hard. Muffled moans, risk thrilling. Pussy sucked his cock clean after, on knees. Swallowed every drop. Back to party, secrets safe. Months passed, life intertwined. Moved in, world ours, love real. Taboo bound us, unbreakable. No regrets, only more to come.

Story Note: “Room for One More” is a standalone short from my erotic collectiona mix of intense, sensual, and sometimes forbidden stories that explore the raw edges of desire. Each story introduces new characters, new fantasies, and unapologetically explicit encounters. This particular tale features a taboo dynamic between step-siblings, told with heat, dominance, and no holding back. Reader discretion is advised. *************************************************

Her fingers slid easily back inside me, picking up where I left off , withdeep, steady strokes that made fresh wetness leak out. “He won’t be interested in you like that, Maya,” she said softly but firmly, curling her fingers against my G-spot while her thumb circled my clit. “Dad likes experienced women — women who know how to ride a cock properly, not innocent virgins who’ve only been fingered by their best friend.”

She moaned at the stretch, her head falling back against Marcus’s shoulder. “Fuck, she feels perfect,” Ethan groaned, starting to thrust deep and steady. Marcus kissed her neck, one hand playing with her breasts while the other rubbed her clit in time with his son’s thrusts. “That’s it, baby girl. Take your brother’s cock while Daddy holds you.” The taboo words sent a fresh wave of arousal through her. Lila came again quickly, clenching hard around Ethan. He followed soon after, burying himself deep and filling her with a low groan.

she says panting quietly and I pull out my fingers from between her legs. I want to lick it too and know what she tastes like but…I need to be the voice of reasoning between the both of us. “What we just did is a taboo…we shouldn't do it again” I say to her and before she can respond, dad parks the car. “Liam and Gianna, you'll share a tent” dad says. We already knew, but hearing it again after what we just did speaks of a lot of forbidden things waiting for us.

I thought the sessions with the psychologist would be more difficult. The topics we address are heavy, yet I find it easy to open up to her. Like Jane, I’m a very reserved person, and it embarrasses me to admit that I endured severe psychological abuse from my husband. I'm also ashamed of having had a lover. According to the values I was raised with, that was immoral—no different than being a prostitute. And on top of all that, I danced in a nightclub where illegal dealings took place.