Stephanie is a college freshman now and looking forward to going home for Thanksgiving break to see her mom -- and also her first lover and stepdad, Jeff. Things don't go as planned, however, when Jeff's erratic behaviour makes her wonder if he's moved on. That is, until she confronts him and he shows her ...
Stephanie is a college freshman now and looking forward to going home for Thanksgiving break to see her mom -- and also her first lover and stepdad, Jeff. Things don't go as planned, however, when Jeff's erratic behaviour makes her wonder if he's moved on. That is, until she confronts him and he shows her how he really feels.
Warning: This 8300+ erotic short story contains very explicit descriptions of taboo sex (pseudo-incest), oral sex, squirting, and first-time anal sex and is intended for mature readers only.
"I've tried to get you out of my mind, Stephanie," he whispered. "God knows, I've tried. But I can't help it." He put his hand over mine. "I still want you."
My heart was beating so hard I was sure he could hear it. All the emotions, all the deep carnal longing of my dreams came washing back over me like a tidal wave. The heat of his body radiated against me, making me long to bask in it forever.
He sighed, shaking his head. "I'm sorry, Steph. I shouldn't have said anything; I have no right at all, you're with someone now and ..."
There was no more thinking, only reacting. My hands reached for his face and pulled him close to me, kissing the lips that had just told me what I so longed to hear. He still wanted me, just like I did him. Nothing else mattered to me at that moment; not the wonderful new boyfriend I was still getting to know, and not my mother, sleeping soundly a few yards away.
I could tell Jeff felt the same way as he turned into me, holding me tightly against him, his hands moving all over my body as our tongues reunited. The darkened kitchen concealed us as we stood rediscovering each others' bodies and mouths, our heavy breathing filling the night air. I clutched him to me, deliriously happy as I kissed my stepdad, feeling like I was home at last.
"I've got to have you," he whispered in my ear several minutes later, loosening his pants. "Turn around."
Tara Nova is a mild-mannered housewife by day, impassioned sex-pot by night. She is delighted to bring you the stories that have previously resided only in her imagination and hopes enjoy reading them as much as she enjoys writing them.