Forbidden Fantasies: A Steamy Erotica Collection

Chapter 1.

Elle's POV

The second I twisted the knob and opened the door to Adrian's room, the air hit me thick and heavy; filled with the musk of sweat and the unmistakable scent of sex. The sounds of wet slapping of skin to skin hit me like a punch.

There he was. My smug stepbrother. The one who had strutted around the house like he owned it and I was just a maid living there ever since Mom married his Dad three weeks ago.

Adrian, tall, broad-shouldered, cocky as hell; was on all fours in the middle of his king-sized bed. His back arched deeply with his bare ass lifted up and spread obscenely. Sweat was glistening across every inch of his sculpted body, dripping down his carved spine to his back.

His hole was stretched wide open around a thick, veiny cock that plunged in and out of him brutally with each deliberate thrust.

Each thrust made a slick, obscene squelch, and Adrian's balls swung forward, slapping against his own thighs.

The stranger gripped Adrian's hips so tightly his knuckles whitened. He rammed into him again, burying himself completely in his ass as if trying to explore every bit of space in his asshole.

Adrian's head dropped toward with a low, guttural moan that vibrated through his whole body. His cock swung between his legs like a weapon; thick, long and curved upward, the fat head flushed dark pink and glistened with pre cum. It jerked with every punishing thrust he was receiving, leaking a white substance that poured onto the rumpled sheets below.

I stood at the doorway, frozen, the vanilla birthday cake box I had gotten for him was still clutched in my hands like some pathetic shield.

My brain screamed at me to run, but my feet couldn't move. My pussy clenched hard, a sudden sting shot up through my legs that made my cotton panties soak from my wetness.

They hadn't noticed that I had been here for a while.

Adrian's head finally snapped up. His hazel eyes, which were usually narrowed in that superior, smug way, widened with shock, then narrowed with fury.

"What the fuck Elle?"

"Huh?" I stared, still dumbfounded.

His partner didn't miss a chance. He kept fucking Adrian slow and deep, his hips rolling lazily that made Adrian arch his back even more.

He had a wicked grin on his face as he looked over Adrian's shoulder straight at me. His eyes skimmed down my body, over to my tank top where my nipples had turned into pebble hard points to, down to my tiny denim shorts that barely covered my ass.

My pussy jolted from his stare.

"Well, damn. Birthday boy never mentioned his stepsister was this fucking hot. You wanna watch him get bred, sweetheart? Or you'd like to join the party?

"Shut the fuck up Jonathan," Adrian snarled.

So that was his name...

Suddenly, Adrian made a welp sound as Jonathan slammed in really hard. A broken, needy whimper escaped Adrian's throat; raw and desperate, way far from the arrogant asshole I knew.

I should've dropped the cake and bolted. Instead, heat flushed my whole face, my chest, even my core. My clit throbbed achingly with the wet sounds that filled the room.

I couldn't tear my eyes off Adrian's cock. It looked even bigger up close, his thick veins pulsing along the shaft, with the slit weeping more pre-cum with every rock of his body.

God, what would it feel like stretching me open? Splitting me apart while he groaned my name?

No.

Stop.

He's gay. He's literally getting railed by another man right now, ass clenching around that dick like it's the greatest thing he'd never want to lose.

But my body didn't care about logic, my thighs pressed together instinctively as if trying to ease the throbbing ache building between them.

My nipples grazed painfully against the fabric of my top, begging to be pulled and sucked hard. My chest heaved slightly with every shallow breath.

Jonathan laughed, low and dirty. "Look at her Adrian. She's fucking dripping just watching you take it like a good boy. Bet her pretty hole is clenching right now, wishing it was her getting stuffed instead."

Adrian shoved his ass back to the cock one last time, hard and greedy as he wrenched himself free with a wet, filthy pop.

Lube and cum glistened on Johnathan's shaft. Adrian scrambled for his bathrobe, but not before I got another long, shameless look at his erection bobbing up and down, still slick and throbbing.

I wish I could drop to my knees and lick him clean with my mouth.

He tied the ropes of his robe with shaking hands. "Get. Out."

I didn't move.

The cake in my hands suddenly felt ridiculous. vanilla; his favourite. Mom had said. A stupid and innocent gesture for an arrogant stepbrother who acted like he didn't want us here. The one who had barely spoken to me since the wedding. The one I'd caught staring at my legs once or twice when he thought I wasn't looking.

And now this.

I set the cake box down his dresser slowly, deliberately. My hands trembled.

"Happy birthday, Adrian."

His jaw clenched. "I said get out, Elle."

"Alright then," I turned towards the door, a part of me heartbroken.

A part of me hoped he'd stop me.

And he did.

But for a different reason.

"By the way Elle, Dad or Mom can never know about the fact that I'm gay, okay?" He said sharply, with what looked like fear flickering in his eyes.

"Cool," I opened the door and slammed it hard.

I wish I hadn't seen all of this.

I wish I could stop craving for my brother's dick.

I wish I could stop these dark thoughts from forming.

But I had known already that I was being pulled into this darkness slowly.

And I liked every bit of it.

Chapter 2

Elle's POV

The house was way too quiet after the chaos of the day. My pulse still hadn't settled from what I had walked into this afternoon.

I should've been disgusted.

But I wasn't.

I was soaked.

Hours later I still couldn't shake it. I couldn't stop picturing the thick length of his dick swinging between his thighs as he was being railed by Jonathan. I couldn't stop wondering what he'd feel like splitting me open instead.

So I waited until the house went dark. Until I heard Mom and Dad's bedroom door click shut. Then I padded down the hallway in nothing but an oversized tee and those stupid crocthless panties I'd bought on a drunk impulse months ago; black lace, split right down the middle so my pussy was already exposed, already glistening with a juice.

His door was slightly opened.

I pushed it open a little without knocking. Adrian was on his bed, shirtless. His sweatpants were shoved down to his knees and he had one hand wrapped tight around his cock, thick, flushed dark with his veins standing out.

He was stroking himself slowly while his laptop screen lit his face blue. Porn played, sound of a female moaning.

And then I heard it.

My name.

A low, broken "Elle..." growled under his breath as his fist twisted over his shaft releasing little pre cum.

My stomach flipped, my pussy clinged together in response.

I lost my balance and pushed the door open completely. He froze the second he saw me, his eyes snapped to me; surprised and furious.

"Knock for fucksake," he hissed, yanking the sheet over his laps like that'd cover the steel rod still throbbing in his hands. "What's your fucking problem Elle?"

I didn't move. Just leaned my shoulder against the door frame and let my gaze sweep over his body.

"Couldn't take your mind off of me, huh?" I said softly. "Too bad you're gay."

His jaw clenched so hard I saw the muscle jump. "Get out."

But he didn't look away.

I stepped inside anyway, slamming the door shut behind me. My eyes landed on the thick, black vibrating dildo lying shamelessly by his bed side; wet and still glistening at the tip.

I tilted my head towards it. "What do you use this for?"

He exhaled through his nose, voice tight. "You already know."

"What if I don't?" I asked teasingly. I knew he had used it on himself.

"For my hole," he bit out. "You happy now?"

I smiled; slow and filthy. "How about you use it on instead?"

The room went dead silent except from the faint buzzing sound of the toy he hadn't turned off yet.

He placed his hand on the bridge of his nose. "But we're siblings Elle..." he said as if trying to convince himself. "We can't."

I crossed the carpet in three steps and plumped down on the edge of his mattress, close enough to allow my bare thigh brush his knee. I leaned on my shoulders, letting my legs fall open, slowly.

The lace framed my cunt like a gift, lips already swollen, slick shining in the laptop glow with the fabric clinging to my skin due to my wetness.

My clit stuck out hardly, begging to be flicked badly.

"I made a bet with myself," I murmured, rubbing two fingers over my clit slowly, teasing my folds, so he could see everything.

"I bet you can't keep up the gay act for too long. Not when your little sister's dripping right in front of you."

I dipped one finger inside, slow, then pulled it out glossy and wet, letting the strand of slick stretch between my fingertip and cunt before breaking.

Adrian's chest was heaving up and down slowly, his breathing turning ragged.

"Look at you," I whispered, my voice already failing me as I circled my clit with the pad of my finger. "Your cock jumps every time I touch myself. You're so hard it has to hurt."

"I bet you're leaking all over your hand right now." I whimpered. I was close.

"Elle..." his voice cracked; half warning, half plea.

"You groaned my name while you jerked off," I said, sliding two fingers deep pumping in and out. "You want this pussy, Caleb. You can pretend all you want, but your dick doesn't lie."

He made a long, low vibrating groan and then he was moving.

Fast.

One second he was sitting there fighting himself, the next he'd lunged, his big hands clamping tightly on my thighs, yanking me flat on my back. The laptop crashed to the floor and the dildo rolled off the bed making a faint thump sound.

He loomed over me, his chest heaving fast, his pupil had gone completely black already.

"You're such a fucking brat," he snarled, shoving my shirt to my neck so my tits spilled out. His mouth crashed down to one of my nipple, swirling his tongue around it, sucking and and scraping with his teeth while his hands found its way to my wet folds.

I whimpered.

His fingers found its way to my opening and plunged in without warning; two fingers, then three, stretching me roughly while his thumb flicked my clit.

I cried out, arching my back to meet his pace.

"Think you can tease me?" He growled against my skin. "You think you can spread this slutty little cunt and I'll just sit there like a good gay brother?"

He pulled his fingers out, earning a pleading whimper from me. He yanked his sweatpants lower, cock springing free; it was way thicker than I remembered, pre cum beading at the slit. He smeared it over my folds, merging it with my own wetness.

"Beg," he ordered, notching the fat head at my entrance. "Beg your brother to fuck you stupid."

I hooked my legs around his waist, my nails digging into his shoulders.

"Please," I gasped. "Fuck me Adrian. Ruin me. Fuck your stupid sister senseless; I need it. I need you."

He rubbed his dick around my already swollen clit, my juices were dripping out faster than before. He put the head of his cock in before pulling out immediately.

"Please Adrian..." I cried, I was tired of being teased.

"Not yet," he said, pulling me up to sit. He sprang up to his feet, his cock bobbing up and down.

"Suck it," he said, staring at my lips. "Show me what those pretty lips can do."

I grabbed his dick, staring at it like I had just seen salvation. I could finally hold it in my hands. The dick that made my slutty pussy ache was finally in my hands.

I used my hands to massage it, up and down, massaging his balls.

He threw his head to the back, letting out a low groan. A sense of pride washed over me.

I had a strong effect on my brother.

And it made my pussy juice gush out more.

I wrapped my hands around him, my tongue slowly flicking his shaft licking his pre cum.

It tasted salty. Addicting.

Without warning, he slammed in with one brutal thrust, burying every inch so deep I felt him in my throat. He grabbed a fist full of my hair and started guiding my head, fucking it wildly.

My jaws ached, with spit splattered across my face and chest but the painful sting made my pussy drool more.

"Ella....fuckkk," he groaned, bucking his hips, he was about to cum.

I kept bopping my head up and down as his groans became louder. He pulled my hair harder, his dick moving in and out of my mouth faster.

"Fuck....Elle, fuck," he cried out. "I'm cumming."

I felt hot loads filling up my throat.

My brother's seeds were in my mouth.

And I swallowed every bit of it.

He sat on the edge of the bed, his chest still heaving and cock still half hard and glistening with the mess we made; thick streaks of his cum smeared down his shaft down unto his thigh.

His eyes were pitch black with his pupils dilated, locked on me like a predator.

He wasn't satisfied.

Neither was I.

The taste of him was still coated on my tongue; salty, musky and addictive. My jaw ached from how wide I'd stretched to take him.

My pussy throbbed painfully between my legs, it felt empty,dripping and clenching on nothing, begging for the real thing I had only been able to use my mouth to worship.

He stared at me long but only for a second.

Then he moved.

Fast.

My body landed half across his lap with my tits pressed to his chest. His free hand fisted my hair, really hard tilting my head back so I had no other choice but to meet those feral black eyes of his.

"You think sucking me off is enough?" His voice was low and dangerous.

"You think I'm gonna let you tease me with that greedy little mouth and then walk away without getting your cunt split by my cock?"

A sudden whimper came out of my mouth. I couldn't help it, my thighs squeezed together instinctively, trying to ease the ache between them.

"No," I breathed shakily. "I want the real thing. I want you inside me. I want my brother to fuck me like he means it."

His jaw clenched, with something dark and possessive flashing across his face.

"Good girl."

He flipped me onto my back in one motion and shoved me down into the mattress so hard my legs fell open automatically. My crotchless panties framed my soak, swollen pussy like an invitation.

He loomed over me, placing one hand to open my thigh as his hard cock hung heavy and fully hard. He wrapped his hands around the base and dragged it slowly against my folds, slow and deliberate coating himself with my juice and smearing it from my clit to my hole.

"Look at this mess," he growled. "You're fucking drenched just from choking on my dick. This pussy has been crying for me since you walked in here."

I arched, unable to stop myself. "Adrian... please fuck me now, I need it."

He pressed his head at my entrance, still teasing me.

"If you want it then beg for it." Now pushing it slowly. Not enough to make me feel pleasure but enough to stretch my folds open.

"Beg properly."

Unable to endure the torture any longer I moved my hips and with one thrust, it was in completely.

I moaned lightly from feeling the sudden sensation.

"Greedy huh?" He said before slamming in harder burying himself deep into my tummy.

The stretch was so immediate and overwhelming, burning so good that made my eyes roll.

My walls clamped tightly around him as if they were trying to push and pull him out on its own.

"Fuck, you're tight," he snarled through clenched teeth.

"So fuclung wet and greedy, this cunt was made for me."

He kept on railing into me, his dick slamming deep into my cervix . The wet squelch was loud and filthy mixed with the sound of his balls slapping my thighs.

My legs wrapped around his waist instinctively urging him to go deeper. I plunged my nails into his back, hard enough to leave marks.

He hissed from the pain ramming harder into me.

"Take it." He growled against my ear, nipping onto it. "Take every fucking inch. This is what you wanted, your brother ramming into your slutty hole."

"Yes...aah...yes" I sobbed. "Harder...don't stop...ruin me."

He reached between us, his thumb finding my clots and rubbing fast and hard on it mercilessly that it made my body jerk.

The pressure built so fast and I came with a scream, my back arching off of the bed. Clear liquid squirted out onto his abs and dripped down his balls.

He cursed low and kept on hammering into my pussy that was already sensitive. My vision blurred as he kept going.

"That's it, squirt on your brother's dick, show me how hard you need this."

His pace was going faster than before.

He was about to cum.

He latched onto one nipple, sucking hard on it.

"I'm going to fill you," he panted, voice wrecked. "I'm gonna pump this greedy pussy full. Gonna breed my little sister until you're dripping me all fucking day."

The words sent me over again, another orgasm crashing through me with my walls milking him like they were going to drain him dry.

He groaned, his hips stuttering and slammed in one last time.

He came with a roar, blasting deep into my walls before crashing onto my side.

Our chests were heaving, clearly exhausted when I turned towards him.

"You're not gay after all," I said smiling.

He turned towards me grinning.

Suddenly, we heard footsteps coming out from the door.

"Adrian, are you awake?"

It was Mom.

Chapter 3

Cat's POV

Four days before Marcus comes back from his business trip.

But I couldn't wait anymore.

I was sexually starved.

My kitty was practically weeping and starving, waiting to be touched and manhandled by its owner's meat.

My pussy throbbed achingly like a wound that refused to close. I hadn't had sex for a good three months.

And it was starting to take a toll on my body.

I had thought of even having a one-night stand with a random guy on the road just to ease that ache.

Yeah, that's how bad it was.

But I couldn't cheat on Marcus.

Not after everything we've been through and built together.

"Sex toy it isss... again," I heaved, clearly disappointed.

Within these past months, I had gotten a whole lot of toys that were even enough to start a whole new sex shop.

Just kidding though, but I had a whole lot.

I walked towards the wardrobe to pick a bright pink vibrator and a black six inch dildo.

It reminded me of him.

Was about to spread extra duvets to prevent the bed from getting soaked by the mess I was about to make when a call came in.

It was mom.

"Ahh...what now," I cussed as I picked up the phone.

"Catherine..." mom's sultry voice sounded from the other side. "Even if you couldn't attend my wedding, at least you should come and have dinner with us."

I froze mid-step, picking up the pink vibrator. The ache between my legs pulsed harder at the interruption.

My pussy was personally offended that someone dared to stop the relief.

"Mom...hi," my voice came out heavier than I had expected. I cleared my throat before speaking again. "I've been meaning to call, and work's been tough lately, even Marcus is still away on that trip."

"Really? He should've been back though."

"He called yesterday and told he wouldn't be back soon," I sighed as I plumped onto the bed, spreading my legs wide open to see my pussy pulsing.

"Anyways that's great, you can come have dinner with us tomorrow," she squealed. "And by the way, Sebastian told me that you've been in touch, it's great that you're forming a bond with your new dad."

Right....Sebastian.

The hunk mom married. I couldn't understand why she had remarried after ten years and to top it off, she married a man she was old enough to give birth to.

For him to have agreed, he was either a golddigger or just blind.

Yeah I'm happy for my mom but a 23 years old guy and a 52 years old woman?

WOW.

"Catherine? You still there?" I had totally forgotten that I was on a call.

"Yes mom. I'd be there tomorrow. I gotta go now. Bye." I ended the call before she could get another word in.

I tossed the phone on the bed and stared at the toys in my hand. A vibrator and a dildo that curved just like Marcus when he was really worked up.

I turned on the vibrator moving it closer to my clit. A moan escaped my mouth as my pussy gushed out juices making a squelch sound.

My mind suddenly drifted to Sebastian.

I wondered how mom would be able to satisfy a young man like him. We had chatted twice but it was weird.

It felt so... absurd to be speaking to my agemate who I'd soon be calling Dad.

I saved his name as Daddy, either way.

Really cheeky.

My pussy throbbed as if trying to remind me that we had some unfinished business.

I turned on the vibrator to 50% and kept rubbing it on my clit.

Wait!

One more thing.

I apologized to my pussy like it was human.

"I should make a video for Marcus," I whispered.

I took my phone and placed it on the pillow, checking if the angle really showed my body properly.

And it was perfect.

I clicked record and lay down using my elbows to support myself and turned on the vibrator again.

I used it to massage my clit in a circular motion which earned a moan from my mouth.

"Oh Marcus, this is how I feel whenever you're far from me." My breath hitched as I kept circling my clit, slow deliberate loops that made my hips twitch upwards like they were chasing something deeper.

The camera caught everything; the way my thighs trembled, the slick coating my folds to how my pussy lips parted greedily every time the toy grazed my entrance.

Juices kept leaking out in little pulses, dripping down to my ass hole which was visibly clenching on the camera. The duvets I had stacked were damp already. But I didn't care. I let it soak. Let Marcus see the evidence of how badly I needed him.

I slid the vibrator lower, teasing my opening and dipping just the tip inside. A low throaty moan ripped through me.

"Fuck daddy... see how wet I am for you? Three months, three fucking months and I'm still this tight, still this desperate for your cock."

My free hand moved up to pinch my nipple, hard enough to send a shock that made me jolt to the core.

My walls clenched around nothing, aching to be filled. I glanced at the black dildo lying beside me on the pillow. Six inches. Thick. Curved. Not quite Marcus, but close enough to trick my body for the main time.

I set the vibrator aside for a second, still vibrating on my thigh and grabbed the dildo, slicking it with my own mess and coating it till it glistened like his dick after he had been inside me. I angled my hips towards the camera, spreading my legs wider making my pussy clenching show.

"Wish this was you," I whispered, my voice already cracking. I pressed the head against my entrance, teasing, circling. "I wish you were here stretching me...uh...pounding me...calling me your good girl while you fill me up."

I pushed it in slowly, inch by inch. The stretch burned so good my eyes fluttered shut for a second. It started going in, deeper and deeper till it was touching my womb. I let out a shaky gasp.

"God...yes, just like that daddy."

I started with light thrusts at first, then deeper, my hips bucking to meet each stroke. The wet squelch filled the room, loud and filthy. My second hand found the vibrator again, cranking it up to my clits.

Double stimulation. No mercy.

"Oh fuck...Marcus... right there-" My voice dissolved into whimpers. My mind suddenly slipped back again, to Sebastian.

The thought of him made my stomach flip even though I hated myself for it. Could mom keep up with his energy? Or maybe she didn't have to try hard. Maybe she rode him slow and deep while he gripped her hips like he owned her.

The thought hit me like lightning. My pussy clamped down hard on the dildo.

No. Stop. That's wrong.

But my body didn't listen. The fantasy twisted; Sebastian's hands instead of Marcus's, his younger, harder thrusts, his voice younger and rougher while calling me something dirty while mom slept in the next room.

Forbidden. Slick and hot.

I fucked myself faster. Harder. The vibrator mashed against my clit until stars burst behind my eyelids.

"I'm gonna come...fuck daddy... I'm gonna squirt thinking about you..."

I didn't say whose name. Didn't want to know.

"Aaaah...."

The orgasm crashed through me like a wave. My back arched off the bed, thighs shaking violently with a gush of my wetness soaking my hand, the dildo, and the sheets.

I kept thrusting through it, milking every spasm and moaning brokenly into the camera until I collapsed back, my chest heaving heavily with my skin slick with sweat.

The phone kept recording, the red light blinking.

I stared at the ceiling fan spinning lazily above me, my heart still hammering between my legs.

Four days until I see Marcus.

I sighed, stretching lazily to pick up my phone. I clicked on stop and then scrolled to daddy in my contacts and hit send.

"I can't wait to have that big dick of yours inside of me daddy...see you soon."

Then I flopped back, still leaking.

A nagging urge pulled me to check my chats, but tiredness took over. Sleep crept in while Marcus filled my thoughts.

A part of me wished the chats had won.