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  Too Taboo! 2

  A Forbidden Fun Taboo Bundle

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  Saffron Daughter & Friends

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  Table of Contents:

  Brother At The Beach by Saffron Daughter

  Misbehaving by Carl East

  Daddy In My Back Door by Saffron Daughter

  Spanking Naughty Nikki by Jade K. Scott

  Trusting Someone Close by Saffron Daughter

  Her Taboo Present by Saffron Daughter

  Afterword

  Check Out: Too Taboo! 1

  License

  Brother At The Beach

  By Saffron Daughter

  Christine Shannon was tired and frustrated. Tired mostly because she was frustrated. She was frustrated about one thing in particular: her older brother, Michael. He wasn’t her brother by blood, but he was adopted when she was just a baby. She’d pretty much grown up with him.

  She was also hopelessly in lust with him.

  Yes: in lust.

  Christine believed she was too young to know what love was, and so, for now, she was content to call it lust. She thought about Michael every single day. When she went to classes at the local university, when she was out having ice cream with her friends. Heck, even when she was down at The Palace, flicking through the on-sale racks at Forever 21 or H&M, she would still think of Michael.

  That was why she was frustrated. Why couldn’t she just get him out of her head? It was annoying. It was… well, it was wrong, too. There was no way she should be having feelings like that, and it irritated her that she had such little mental discipline, such lacking self-control, that she couldn’t just simply get over it.

  “Argh,” she growled, slapping her fists the car seat. Michael looked over, one hand lazily on the wheel, and stared concern at her. “Stop looking at me,” she said, grumpily.

  “Um, are you okay?”

  “Ugh! Yes! I’m fine, okay?” She glared at him. “Don’t talk to me.”

  “What the hell did I do?” he asked, touching his chest with his hand before returning it onto the stick.

  “Everything.”

  He laughed. “You’ve been acting really weird lately, Chrissy.”

  “Don’t call me Chrissy.”

  He looked at her again. “I always call you Chrissy.”

  “Yeah, but I don’t want a nickname from you. Use my full name, or don’t use it.”

  “Fine… Christine,” he said, shaking his head. “Are you sure you’re okay?”

  “Why can’t you just get mad at me?” Christine barked, slapping the chair again. “Why are you letting me treat you this way?”

  He laughed again, and obviously had no idea what she was talking about, which only irritated her even more. He confirmed as much by saying so.

  “You’re an idiot, Michael.”

  “Oh yeah?” he asked, still not taking the bait.

  “Yeah. A dumb fucking idiot.”

  He laughed again, and it made her blood boil. “Why do you say that?”

  “Because you have no idea who I am.” She folded her arms, feeling distinctly pathetic.

  “You’re my sister.”

  “I’m talking about me.”

  “So am I.”

  “Argh! Just forget it.”

  “Forget what?”

  “This! This whole thing. Just fucking forget it, okay?”

  Christine was getting ready to brood when the car jerked and slowed, and she braced herself on the dashboard despite the seatbelt locking. She looked out the window to see that he had pulled into a small seaside car park, just off the main road he drove her home from university on.

  “Alright. What the hell is going on?” he demanded, looking over at her, hand still on the wheel. She saw his arm, muscular, the veins bulging on his forearms. He had thick fingers, strong hands.

  “Nothing,” she said, looking at his handsome face, those lips… his eyes… “Nothing!’ she shouted, getting out of the car. She heard him exit the car after her, and jog up beside her. He put an arm around her and stopped her from walking. The touch of his skin against her shoulders made goose bumps erupt on the back of her neck.

  She absently smoothed out her tank top and pleated floral skirt, before pulling his arm off her. “I said it was nothing.”

  “Well it’s obviously not nothing!” he said, this time raising his voice. She whipped around to look at him, happy that she was finally getting a rise out of him.

  “Oh? Is that right? You just happen to know me so well, do you?”

  “Well, I can bloody tell when there’s something wrong!”

  “Yeah? So, Mr. Empthy, what’s wrong?”

  He lifted up his hands, exasperated. “That’s what I’m asking you! Why don’t you tell me? Talk about it?”

  “What’s there to talk about?” she countered, completely unsure of why she was even acting this way. No. That was a lie. She knew why, and she was taking it out on him, even though he didn’t deserve it.

  This was some kind of self-flagellation, that was for sure. She’d feel guilty for doing it, and that would be her punishment for harboring taboo thoughts for her brother. For being in love… no, in lust with her brother.

  “Jesus Christ, Chrissy! Will you just fucking tell me what’s going on?” He nearly shouted it this time, and she grinned back. He was playing right into her hands.

  She wanted to tease him more. She wanted to goad him, taunt him, treat him badly. She wanted to say nasty things, make him feel like complete and total shit.

  But what she actually said surprised her so much that she covered her mouth in shock and ran away.

  “Of course you love me,” he said, running after her. “I’m your brother!”

  She screamed into her hand, “That’s not what I meant!”

  And then she heard nothing. No more sounds of his footsteps behind her. She turned around, and saw him standing there, stunned. She met his eyes, and then she couldn’t break eye-contact. It was like she was mesmerized by him, and him by her.

  “What did you say?” he asked after a moment, stepping forward. She backed up, feeling the transition between cement and sand underfoot. “What did you say?” he repeated, walking toward her, a hand outstretched as though he expected her to… take it.

  She turned and started to walk along the beach, the sound of the surf blown away by the wind. It was getting late, and the sun was already beginning to set, a gigantic orange lantern hovering just inches above the horizon.

  “Chrissy!” he called, running beside her.

  “What?” she snapped, slapping his arm. She felt hard muscle.

  “I love you, too.”

  She looked into his eyes, her own wide with disbelief. “What?” she whispered, shaking her head.

  “I’m in love with you, too. I always have been. I just… I just never showed it, you know. To protect you.”

  “You’re lying.”

  “I’m not. Swear to God.”

  She couldn’t stop looking into his eyes. She didn’t know what to do. It was like her whole body had frozen, like her muscles wouldn’t work anymore.

  “Chrissy,” he whispered, taking her into his arms, and that was what broke the dam. She plunged into his grip, holding his face and kissing him hard. She obviously caught him off guard, because he took a step back, but then he steadied himself and kissed her back, hard, longingly, like it was something he had wanted for so, so long.

  “Oh, God,” she breathed into his mouth, sucking on his lips, sending her tongue into his mouth. She was kissing him like it was the last kiss she might ever have. The inten
sity grew and grew. It became a mashing of mouths, a sharing of saliva, and a twisting of tongues.

  Feeling weak in her knees, she dropped to them, and because she couldn’t think of anything better to do, she began to work at his buckle.

  “Jesus Christ, Chrissy!” he hissed, laughing, cutely trying to stop her. But it was only a half-hearted attempt.

  “I’m going to suck you off,” she told him. “And then we’re going to make love. Right here on this beach.”

  “What? In public?” he cried, but Chrissy wasn’t having any of it. She got his trousers open, and the two flaps peeled to each side, and there she saw the thick outline of his cock trapped beneath his boxer briefs.

  She stuck a hand in the flap, gasped as she felt his girth, and pulled it through. His cock looked amazing. Thick, bulging with veins, and beading pre-cum like crazy.

  “You’re so big, Michael.”

  He shrugged, hardly able to suppress his grin. “Won the genetic lottery, I guess.”

  She smiled back at him. That was definitely an apt way of describing him. The boy was simply gorgeous. Big cock, great looks, beautiful smile, and a kind heart.

  What wasn’t to like?

  Chrissy ran her fingers through the neatly trimmed hair that garnished his pubis before taking hold of his thick shaft at the base. She felt him squeeze his pelvic muscle, felt his whole cock kick in her hand.

  She laughed, before beginning to pump him slowly. With her other hand she rubbed a finger across the wide ridge of his thick bell, before taking a droplet of his pre-cum onto her finger and smearing his natural lubricant over his shaft, before licking her slick digit.

  He tasted gentle, but it was something she liked. A hint of saltiness, a hint of sweetness. The need to feel him against her tongue, in her mouth, panged in her gut, and she dragged her tongue hungrily up the back of his cock, hearing him sigh appreciatively as she did so.

  She eagerly lapped at another drop of pre-cum that formed at his tip, tasting his salt, and at the same time smelling his musk. The gap in between them near, with every last breath she took she could detect his masculine aroma. It was heady, intense. She hadn’t expected being this close to him to make her feel so fuzzy, to blur her vision, and to pulse yearning in her loins.

  She looked up at him quickly, and she saw that he was looking at her intently. His eyes were dark and smoldering.

  “Yeah,” he groaned, running his hands through her hair and finding the back of her head. He guided her onto his cock.

  She wrapped her fingers around his base, feeling his girth, and squeezed, making his whole bulb bulge, before taking his tip into her mouth. He sighed his pleasure as she took his cock into her mouth, as it entered her warm cavernous opening, and as she swirled her tongue around the top of his dick.

  Her fingers acted like a cock ring as she held it firmly at the base, making it throb thicker and turn a deeper shade of blood-engorged purple. Only just able to fit enormous thickness in her mouth, she started to suck on it, starting to play with her tongue against his cock head, started to bob lightly up and down on him.

  All she wanted to do was give him pleasure. She felt this alarming need to please him, to make him come, to make him climax hard.

  His hands found the top of her head and he began to push her further down onto his girthy length of gristle, impaling her on him. With her hand and digits wrapped around his cock, she delighted at his width. God, she thought. What would it feel like to have that thing inside her?

  She moved her hand up and down, slowly pumping him to the rhythm of her bobbing. Every now and then she had to fight the reflex to gag because it was so big, but she held her throat open, and tried to swallow it, tried to forget about it as she took him ever deeper down her gullet.

  It felt surprisingly good to have something so big in her mouth. She liked it. She liked pumping him, trying to get her tongue around his huge cock head, trying to find that sliver of skin on the back where she knew he’d be sensitive, and press hard with her tongue.

  “Fuck yes,” he groaned, and she swooned internally, loving that she was making him feel good. With her nose pressed against his bush, she inhaled deeply, taking in his musk. She loved the intimacy of it. She loved the way he smelled. It was… it was just so fucking hot.

  Spit dribbled down his rod, and all she could hear were the noises of her giving him a blowjob. The sea, the surf, the wind on the sand, the gulls overhead… it was all drowned out by her rabid sucking of her step-brother’s perfect cock.

  She worked it well, as best as she could, her tongue swirling on the back of his tip, right where she knew he was sensitive. His breathing was quick, and she knew he was enjoying it.

  “Oh, shit,” he hissed, his stomach muscles flexing. “Yeah, suck it.”

  She moaned onto his rod, knowing the vibrations could go trembling up his shaft. She saw him rise up onto his toes, felt his whole body harden and tremble.

  He was nearly there, so close.

  He pressed his hands harder on the back of her head, and Chrissy was determined to give him the best blow job of his life, determined to please him.

  His hips were moving faintly forward, sending his penis deeper down her throat. His fingers followed the line of her jaw.

  He was starting to buck his hips, to thrust his manhood down her gullet, and she correctly anticipated his hands running through her hair to hold the back of her head.

  “Fuck,” he groaned, his body tensing. He began to thrust into her mouth faster, and Chrissy swallowed the gag, the retch, and held still for him to do as he pleased. She was going to let him fuck her mouth. She wanted him to fuck her mouth.

  As he thrust into her, she could smell the scent of his manhood and it drove her wild, sending her folds tingling with anticipation.

  “I love to fuck your mouth,” he snarled at her. She loved the lust in his voice.

  Chrissy loved that he was starting to fuck her throat harder, starting to really force his cock deep inside her mouth.

  Not letting up, Chrissy heard a quick intake of air. Each time he pulled his cock out, she saw its entire length before it was plunged back in. She couldn’t wait for that to be happening in her womanhood.

  Her saliva was starting to leak out of her mouth and dribble down her chin, as she tongued the back of his head as fast as she could, as she watched as his whole body stiffened.

  His cock seemed to become even harder, right before it jerked intensely. She knew he was climaxing.

  “Yes,” he grunted. “Fuck!”

  Her whole mouth was filled with his seed in an instant, warm, sticky, and pungent. His dick simply continued on discharging. He fired shot after shot of his ropy cum.

  She spluttered, his white passion slavering from her mouth, dribbling down her chin. It was a mess.

  She let his rod out, and cleaned her lips with the back side of her hand. “Wow,” she laughed, spitting out the rest into the sand. “You came a lot.”

  “It’s you,” he panted. “You make me so hot.”

  She looked down his body and saw that he was still rock hard, and then back up at him, grinning.

  “Also you.”

  He dropped to his knees then, and lifted her. She yelped, laughing, but he wasn’t playing around. He got her onto all fours and lifted up her skirt, pulling her panties to the side and bending down to drag a warm tongue up her slit.

  She was instantly simmering with sensation, and she shivered and moaned, feeling how wet she was, as he licked her again like that, and again, and again.

  “Oh, Michael,” she mewled, wiggling her bum at him. “Fuck me right here on this beach, I don’t care. Make me come all over your dick.”

  “But I don’t have a con-”

  “Just do it!” she begged. “Just do it!” Behind her, she was ready for him.

  She felt him shift a little, heard the movement of sand beneath his knees, and then his tongue was at her inner lips again, pulling upward through it. She stirred at his touch, while
he groaned with appreciation.

  “I said fuck me!” she cried, surprised at her own exasperation. She just really, really wanted him inside her.

  “You’re so beautiful,” he groaned appreciatively as he put his head at her soft opening. She could feel her wetness slick against the tip of his cock. He opened her up when he began to push inside her.

  “Oh my God!” Chrissy cried, feeling herself stretched wider than she’d ever been before. “Fuck you’re big.”

  Taking his huge cock was almost painful. She felt the thick tip of his cock move past her tight entrance. Just having something so big, feeling so full… he was the biggest man down there she’d ever been with.

  The feel of his fingers caressing her hips was amazing. It set her skin on fire. She just wanted to be touched everywhere… on the inside and the outside.

  She pushed back against him, wiggling her hips, as he inched in farther, and she shuddered all down the length of her body, goose bumps erupting, and the hairs on the back of her neck standing on end.

  It was all fireworks inside her tunnel.

  She grunted as he touched something really sensitive deep down inside her. Slowly, he pushed his cock all the way inside her. She could feel her bum against his pubic bone, and words could not describe how good it felt to be so filled up, so totally full inside her womanhood.

  He began to pull his cock out. “Oh, Chrissy,” he groaned. “You’re so tight.”

  She shut her eyes, relishing the feeling as she felt his long and thick shaft ripple outward past her folds. She felt an intoxicating warmth in her center, and it was growing, radiating outward, tendrils of pleasure reaching all the way to the tips of her toes.

  In the distance she could hear the sound of the surf lapping the shore, but it was just that… something distant, not immediate. Eyes heavy, and breathing quickly, she looked up and down the beach and was slightly relieved to find that it was still empty.

  Her lust and wanting became almost too much to bear. She moaned loudly, punching back her hips, wanting him to just start fucking her, and hard. She wanted him to ravish her, to take her so fucking powerfully, to just plunder her so completely that afterward she would be nothing but a sweat-soaked, panting, heaving mess.