"Slow down, baby," I whispered.

One look in his eyes gave me the answer: No.

Jackson grabbed the shoulders of my dress and tore it off me, exposing my white breasts to him. His lips closed around my nipple, sucking hard as my whole body bucked to meet the pleasure.

I gasped, writhing under him as his hand forced up the hem of my dress, pressing against my wet sex, pushing against the fabric of my panties.

He pleasured my velvety sheath as we made out, and I became hotter and hotter under his touch. Every time his mouth pulled away from mine I drew him back in again, my hand buried in his hair.

And then his fingers plunged inside me, pushing deep into my throbbing pussy. I wailed like an animal as his fingers plundered me, pushing hard against my sensitive spot, his thumb swirling around my clit as my whole body quivered.

"Fuck me," I gasped. Jackson grunted and lightly bit my neck. I could feel his throbbing cock through his pants, pressing against my thigh like a red-hot iron. The torture was more than I could take.

"Please, please fuck me now!" I whined, unable to restrain my wild, unbridled lust.

Jackson seized my body and dragged it to the edge of the bed. I waited breathlessly, my clothes half-torn off, my panties askew and exposing my aching entrance.

Jackson dropped his pants to the floor and took out his massive rod. He paused for an agonizing second before rubbing his raging head up and down my petals, pushing against my clit, torturing my wet, wanting flesh. I felt his cock stiffen even more as he teased me, and then finally he pushed all ten inches inside of me.

I wailed as he filled me to my limit and took me brutally hard and fast; this was so what I needed!

I surrendered to the pleasure, every cell in my body rolling along with the sensation of every hot stab and every kiss he placed on my face, neck and chest. The base of his hard abdominal muscles rubbed against my clit as he worked it, and every part of my sex was consumed with feverish intensity.

"Shit," Jackson choked, "you feel so fucking good."

I managed to moan in agreement. Being fucked by him felt so right, especially after being denied him for so long. Each time his cock hilted inside me I could feel my pussy squeeze him with desire, and I practically collapsed with orgasmic energy.

"Harder," I finally managed to whine, and Jackson grabbed my hair and took me hard.

The change in rhythm almost sent me over the edge. I wailed under him as he fucked me, harder and harder. I shivered, my hands crawling up his back as my orgasm started to sweep through me,

"Don't cum yet," he ordered, his voice a choked growl.

I felt my body relax at his command, and at the same time, a surge of uncontrollable lust overtook me. This was how it had always been at home: Jackson's orders. His demands. He had wanted to possess me totally.

Jackson pulled out and moved me to the center of the bed where he turned me over to fuck me doggy-style. His hands gripped my ass as he plunged into me again.

"Can I come now?" I begged.

Jackson administered a sharp spank in response. His thrusts became more and more frenzied and I knew he was close. "Cum for me," he ordered, and I felt my body spasm in response. My orgasm ripped through me, and I was wrenched in half under him. I felt myself squirt, covering Jackson with my lust. I came again and again, and when my orgasms finally subsided I could feel his hot cum flooding into me, filling me up. My body shook one last time, and then we collapsed onto the bed together.

****

I never went back to Ellis. Jackson and I packed our bags the next day and moved to Crested Butte, another ski town across the mountains. It was mildly less obnoxious than Aspen. We managed to live off his savings for a while, savoring every minute together before Jackson got another ski instructor job. All of our frenzied lovemaking had got me pregnant, and for the first time in my life, I was happy and in love, looking forward to a life together, and our coming family.

Trained by my BIG Step

(A Taboo Step Romance)

"Ouch! Stop that!"

My stepbrother, Chris, was massaging my calf, easing a knot out of the tight muscle. He was an exercise science major, studying to be a trainer.  I had gone out on a five mile run when I pulled something in my calf. It happened about a mile from the house, and I was barely able to hobble back.

We were both on break from college.  We went to the same school in California; he was a senior and I had just finished up my second year.  We had lived together only briefly, when I was fourteen and he was sixteen.

I was pretty sure Chris had pinched a nerve in my leg on purpose just to set me off. He looked up at me, and there was a wolfish grin on his face. The fucker.

"Oops.  Sorry, sis," he said with a joking tone in his voice.

"You meant to do that and you know it!  And if you didn't, then you're a terrible trainer and should go flip burgers or something," I snapped back.

"I would never pinch your posterior tibial nerve on purpose. That would be unprofessional," he said sarcastically, blatantly showing off his knowledge.

"Sure," I said, rolling my eyes.  I gingerly offered him my leg again.

He worked his strong fingers up and down my calf.  The sensation was wonderful, relaxing my entire body.  I stiffened up when he approached the tight spot again.

"Relax.  Why are you so tense?" he chuckled.

"You know why.  Really, Chris, don't do it again."

Chris continued his work. He had an expression of intense focus on his handsome face, which I found to be hilarious.  He always acted like a total goof, and to see him in deep concentration was amusing.  I wanted to tease him about it, but I decided not to as the tension slowly eased and the pain disappeared.

In a way, it was funny that Chris was helping me out. I had been a shy bookworm in high school, and he had been a popular jock.  When we were younger he wouldn't dream about being seen with me in public. Things were different now, now that we were older, and it helped that we were both a little more adult-like and mature.  And I'm sure it helped that I was quite a bit more attractive, having run all throughout high school.  I had a lean, fit runner's body now so maybe that made it easier for Chris to accept me into his world.

Rumors circled at our college about Chris's huge sexual appetite, and that he had nailed lots of girls.  I had personally overheard girls say that he was really good in bed and that he knew all kinds of crazy ways to make a woman cum.  But I bet half those kids were too drunk to remember who they had slept with the night before anyway, and I was fairly certain the rumors were just that: unconfirmed rumors.

But I have to admit, the notion that he knew crazy sex tricks kind of made sense. Chris never liked to admit it, but he was very smart. It didn't take much to get him rambling about anatomy, physiology, chemistry, and everything else that went on in the human body, so it sort of made sense that he knew about the female body as well.  When we were younger I tried to mock him about his smarts, but he usually brushed me off, then proceeded to tease me until I turned red in the face. I never knew what to say back to him, to irritate or annoy him.  I would finally get angry, actually angry, but then he would flash his charming grin, and I simply couldn't stay pissed off. I could never stay mad at him for long.

And he knew that was all he had to do!  The ass! He really was charismatic, it kind of made me believe those rumors about him doing all those college girls.