Their eyes locked from across the room as she walked in. She was wearing an outfit she had bought that day, a tight, black down sweater and expensive jeans that flattered her shape perfectly, along with a pair of furry Sorel boots. It was chic, yet rugged and up-for-anything, just the kind of girl she knew Tom would like.

Their eyes never left each other as she slid into the booth across from him. His hair was still playfully messy like it was last night, but this evening he was wearing a nice shirt and pants, paired inappropriately with a hemp necklace. Sasha was blind to the world around her.

"Hey," she said.

"Hey," Tom replied. He couldn't stop looking at her.

"How was your day, Sasha?" Dan asked her. He seemed like such a warm person; no wonder her mom liked him.

"It was good," she said. "I'm excited to try skiing."

"That's great. You'll have a blast. Tom's a great teacher."

They enjoyed the fancy food while Dan talked about his business. It was boring listening to him. She pulled off one of her boots stealthily and rubbed her foot up his leg, coming to rest on his crotch. Tom gave her a sly look, one that thrilled her. She noticed her mom was looking at them, and she put her foot back down.

"How's graduate school going?" her mom asked Tom.

Graduate school? She had no idea Tom was so old. Sasha looked at him as if she were seeing him for the first time.

The evening wore on. Her mom and Dan were drinking wine and laughing, having a good time while Sasha and Tom sat there, not able to come up with anything to say.  Sasha started to feel a headache. Tom wasn't looking at her anymore, and it felt like whatever had existed between them was starting to go flat.

"I need to use the ladies' room," Sasha said, excusing herself. Her mom got up to let her out of the booth. Sasha went into the bathroom and sat on the toilet to collect herself. What was happening? What was this vacation going to be like? And why did Tom have to be so old? She took one final look at herself in the mirror before heading back out. She ran smack into Tom.

"Hey," she said, her hands feeling his chest. He took her and kissed her, his fingers entwined in her hair. He pulled her close. She loved feeling him mashed against her breasts, overwhelming her, as usual.

"Sorry this dinner is taking forever," he whispered.

"It's okay," Sasha said, kissing him again. She loved being with him, breathing in his scent and feeling the heat of his body, even if it was just for a second. They made out carelessly in the hallway, unable to stop.

"Coming through," a waiter said, sliding past them, holding a brigade of hot plates in his hands.

"I'd better go," Tom said, his hand still holding her waist.

"Okay."

"Come by tonight. I'll be up."

****

Sasha came to Tom's room later that night and knocked on his door quietly. She had been waiting all day to be with him again. Tom opened the door, and she practically jumped into his arms. He carried her to the bed. They kissed hard and fumbled with each other's clothes in the dark. Her shirt was first to go. He groped her breasts as he kissed her and removed his clothing eagerly.  Her pants came off next, and immediately his cock started pushing into her. She moaned loudly. She couldn't help it.

"Quiet," he gasped, his voice choked with pleasure. He held his hand over his mouth, letting her moan all she pleased as he gave it to her. He turned over, and she squirmed into him, wanting him to take her from behind. His hands gripped her ass forcefully as he plunged in, fucking her good and hard, making her gasp even more. It felt so naughty moaning into a pillow while she got fucked like a wild animal from behind.  He took her recklessly without any clue as to when he would stop or slow down, and it made Sasha wild. She screamed her ecstasy into the pillow, and he didn't slow down until his body finally collapsed over her, flooding her once again.

"I don't want to leave you," Sasha said, snuggling in closer to him. Whenever their lips drew apart it felt like she was spiraling away from him into space. Kissing him gave her chills that ran all the way down her spine. She couldn't get enough.

"You don't have to," Tom replied.  "And before you go, I've got to say something to you: I want you to be my Step Valentine this Valentine's Day."

"Oh baby, that's so sweet," Sasha giggled. "Of course I'll be your Step Valentine!  I was hoping you'd ask me that!  And to think I almost decided not to come here."

My Step Sex Teacher

(A Taboo Step Romance)

Here, in the comfort and privacy of my bedroom, it was easy to give in to my darkest fantasies. Dad was at work, and Tom, my step brother, was at his summer job. I had just woken up, and even though I was again not feeling too well (this was my second day of being a little under the weather), I knew I was well enough to go to my summer classes. Not that it mattered; I was 19 and my father didn't put too much pressure on me to do well in school and gave me a lot of freedom. I was headed off to college in a few months, but I wanted to get a head start on some of the general education requirements. It didn’t matter anyway if I missed a day, I had an A+ so far in the class, and it was stupid easy, even if it was Advanced Placement.

In any case, I was the good one, always studying and filling my time with clubs and extracurricular activities. Tom on the other hand was sort of a bad boy.

I didn’t know what had lit the spark, but I was smoldering with carnal lust for Tom. Just watching him walk set off a firestorm of lust inside me: a sick, hollow yearning that consumed my virgin, never-been-touched body. He was just so sexy, with his broad shoulders, tattoos, and the dark, messy hair that fell carelessly over his face. He was my deepest, darkest and most delicious secret, and with no other stepsiblings in the house to compete with, I was sure I could keep it that way.

“Tom...” I moaned, running my hands over my breasts, pretending his rough palms were kneading my nipples to attention. “Tom...”

I worked my shirt up over my breasts, the way I imagined he would, and then took it off altogether. My other hand found its way down to my aching, fleshy mound, and I started to finger myself through my panties. Mmm…yes, I could already feel how lubed and wet I was. I loved these slow, teasing moments when my body came alive with arousal, but I couldn’t wait much longer. I peeled off my tight, yoga leggings from my sexy body and left them crumpled on the otherwise bare and spotless carpet, damp with the wet kiss of lust that had emerged between my legs.

All I was missing was a boy, but all the boys in high school seemed to avoid me; I think in part because I was such a goody-two-shoes, but also because I was much sexier than the other girls. I was long-legged, lean, and beautifully toned from years of running cross country, and I'm sure I intimidated many of the guys.  Even the football jocks kept their distance because I had a reputation as a hard worker and non-drinker.  Still, it hurt a little not having their attention; I was horny and needed a good fucking. Part of me just wished I had someone who could to teach me how to be bad, at least just a little.

I pushed a finger deep inside me, finding the spot which made me writhe and gasp. I was so tight, it was hard to get two fingers inside of me. Didn’t boys want that?

“Fuck me...” I breathed. My whole body was tense with arousal, and my pussy was soaked. I ran my fingers along the hood of my clit. It was still too sensitive to touch directly, but I kneaded it through its little pink pocket, pushing it in every direction, sending wave after wave of pleasure shuddering through my body. Nobody was home, so I was free to moan as loud as I wanted.