The grand ballroom of the Ritz-Carlton was ablaze with chatter and the clinking of champagne glasses. Lolly Dames, my stepsister, stood out amidst the crowd, her raven hair cascading down her shoulders in loose curls, and her luminous hazel eyes darting nervously about. She was dressed in a delicate silk gown that accentuated her slender, 18-year-old figure. I, her stepbrother, Jake, was leaning against the wall, observing the family taboo com scene with a mix of amusement and concern.
“Jake, I can’t do this,” Lolly whispered, her voice barely audible over the din of the crowd. She fidgeted with the bouquet of lilies in her hands, her fingers trembling slightly.
“Hey, hey, look at me,” I said, putting a reassuring hand on her shoulder. “You’re doing great. It’s just pre-wedding jitters. Once you see him, you’ll be fine.”
She offered a weak smile, her eyes meeting mine. “You’re right. Thank you, Jake.”
As the music changed to the wedding march, I escorted Lolly down the aisle. Her hand was clammy in mine, but she walked steadily, her gaze fixed on her soon-to-be husband.
Months later, I found myself at our family home, sitting across from Lolly in the study. The air was thick with an unspoken tension.
“Jake, I need to talk to you,” Lolly started, her voice soft but determined.
“Sure, what’s up?” I replied, leaning back in my chair.
“It’s about the wedding. About everything. I’m not sure I did the right thing.”
I raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “What do you mean?”
“I mean, I think I married the wrong person. I think I married him because it was expected of me, not because I loved him.”
A silence stretched between us, heavy with implication.
“You know you can always talk to me, right?” I said, my voice low.
Lolly nodded, her gaze finding mine. “I know. That’s why I’m here.”
The next day, Lolly and I found ourselves in my room, the door locked behind us. The air was electric, charged with a newfound pervy family intimacy.
“I’ve been thinking about what you said,” Lolly murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. “About how I need to follow my heart.”
“And what does your heart say, Lolly?” I asked, stepping closer to her.
She looked up at me, her eyes filled with a mix of fear and longing. “It says I want you, Jake. It says I’ve always wanted you.”
I reached out, cupping her face gently. “I’ve wanted you too, Lolly. For a long time.”
Our lips met in a soft, tentative kiss. It deepened quickly, our tongues exploring each other’s mouths, our breaths mingling. I pulled her closer, my hands roaming her body, feeling the curves I’d admired from afar.
“I want you, Jake, I want the family taboo com” Lolly whispered against my lips. “I want you to take me.”
I led her to my bed, our bodies entwined, our clothes discarded in a hurried rush. I trailed kisses down her neck, nibbling gently on her earlobe, eliciting a soft moan from her. My hands explored her body, tracing the curve of her hips, the softness of her thighs.
“You’re so beautiful, Lolly,” I murmured, my lips finding her nipple, sucking gently.
She arched her back, a low moan escaping her lips. “Jake, please… I need you.”
I moved down her body, my tongue tracing a path down her stomach, her hips, finally finding her center. I licked her slowly, teasingly, her moans growing louder, more insistent.
“Does that feel good, Lolly?” I asked, looking up at her.
“God, yes,” she breathed, her head thrown back, her body writhing beneath me.
I slid two fingers inside her, their rhythm matching that of my tongue. She was wet, so wet, her teen body ready for me. I could feel her muscles tightening around my fingers, her breath coming in short gasps.
“Jake, I’m close,” she panted, her hands gripping my hair tightly.
I redoubled my efforts, my tongue and fingers moving in sync, pushing her over the edge. She cried out, her body convulsing, her release pouring over my hands and tongue.
I moved up her body, my cock hard and ready. I looked into her eyes, seeking permission. She nodded, a small smile playing on her lips.
I entered her slowly, her tightness enveloping me. She started moaning, her legs wrapping around my waist, pulling me deeper. I started to move, our bodies finding a rhythm, our breaths syncing.
“Yes, Jake, just like that,” she moaned, her nails digging into my back.
I increased my pace, our bodies slapping together, our moans filling the room. I watched her face, her eyes closed, her lips parted, her cheeks flushed. She was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen.
“Harder, Jake,” she gasped, her body tensing. “Fuck me harder.”
I obliged, my thrusts becoming more forceful, more demanding. She met each one, her body moving in sync with mine. I could feel her getting close again, her muscles tightening around me.
“I’m close, Jake,” she panted. “Don’t stop the family taboo com.”
I didn’t. I pounded into her, our bodies slick with sweat, our breaths coming in ragged gasps. She cried out, her body convulsing around me, her release sending me over the edge. I groaned, my cock pulsing inside her, my release pouring into her.
Stepsister and stepbrother, we lay there for a moment, our bodies entwined, our breaths slowly returning to normal. Then, Lolly looked up at me, a mischievous glint in her eye.
“Was that getting it out of your system?” she asked, a small smile playing on her lips.
I grinned back at her. “Not even close.”
