I first met Natalie Brooks when my father decided to marry her mother. I was 25, and she was 19, with a body that made it hard to forget her existence. She had this way of walking that made her hips sway in a way that drove me crazy. Her long, chestnut hair cascaded down her back, and her eyes, a deep hazel, seemed to hold a secret. I knew the moment I saw her that she was trouble, but also great for some family taboo sex.
The first encounter happened in the living room of our new shared pervy family home. She was wearing a tight, black dress that showed off her curves perfectly. I was trying to be polite, but my eyes kept drifting down to her cleavage. She noticed, of course, and smirked at me.
“You like what you see, big brother?” she purred, her voice low and sultry.
I felt my face flush. “Natalie, you shouldn’t talk like that.”
She laughed, a sound that sent shivers down my spine. “Why not? We’re stepsister and stepbrother. Besides, I see the way you look at me. You want me as much as I want you.”
I was taken aback. “Natalie, that’s not appropriate.”
She leaned in closer, her breath hot on my ear. “I know what’s appropriate, and I don’t care. I want you to fuck me, Stephen. I want to feel your cock inside me.”
I was shocked, but the idea was tempting. I knew she was a wild one. I had seen her with other men, seen the way she looked at them, the way she touched them. She was teasing, a temptress, and I was falling for it.
“I don’t know, Natalie. This family taboo sex is wrong.”
She pouted, her lower lip jutting out. “Please, Stephen. I promise I’ll be good. I’ll do anything you want.”
I hesitated, then finally gave in. “Fine. But only if you promise to be discreet.”
She smiled, a wicked grin that promised so much. “I promise.”
And so, our affair began.
The first time we were alone together, she was wearing a silk robe that did little to hide her body. I could see the outline of her breasts, the her curvy hips. She had me hard in an instant.
“Come here,” she whispered, beckoning me closer. I stepped towards her, my heart pounding in my chest. She reached out, her fingers brushing against my shirt, and pulled me closer. Our lips met in a passionate kiss, her tongue exploring my mouth. I could taste her lip gloss, sweet and intoxicating.
She broke the kiss, her eyes never leaving mine. “I want you to touch me,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.
I hesitated, then reached out, my fingers tracing the curve of her jaw. She leaned into my touch, her eyes fluttering closed. I let my hand trail down her neck, her collarbone, until I reached the tie of her robe. I pulled it loose, and the silk fell open, revealing her body.
She was perfect. Her breasts were full, her nipples hard and ready. I reached out, my fingers brushing against one, and she moaned softly. I pinched it gently, and she moaned again, louder this time.
“More,” she whispered.
I obliged, my mouth replacing my fingers. I sucked on her nipple, my tongue flicking against it. She arched her back, pressing herself against me. I could feel her heartbeat, fast and steady.
I moved my mouth to her other breast, giving it the same treatment. She was writhing against me now, her breath coming in short gasps. I could feel her heat, the dampness of her panties against my leg.
I slid my hand down her body, my fingers tracing the curve of her stomach, her hips. I could feel her shudder as I reached her pussy, her panties already wet. I slipped a finger inside, and she moaned, her hips bucking against my hand.
“You’re so wet,” I murmured, my voice hoarse with desire.
“For you,” she whispered. “Only for you.”
I slid another finger inside her, my thumb finding her clit. I rubbed it gently, and she cried out, her body trembling. I could feel her getting closer, her muscles tensing.
“Come for me, Natalie,” I said, my voice commanding.
And she did. Her body convulsed, her pussy clenching around my fingers. I could feel her juices flowing, could see her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath from the family taboo sex.
