Step-By-Step: Forbidden Taboo Box Set (13 page)

A lopsided grin was as close to a smile as she could get. “I’ll try not to ruin the rest of the vacation. You’ll just have to schlep my sorry ass around like a sack of potatoes.”

“Now there’s the spirit,” said Stephen. “I’ll call for our ride.”

We managed to get into the tram, which brought us to the entrance of the resort, where our rental car waited. Once we were situated in the vehicle, we headed for the French side of the island. Thirty minutes later, we took the turnoff labeled
Baie Orientale
and followed the left fork in the road until we arrived at our favorite beach. We parked under the partial shade of palm trees, which flapped like small green sails in the breeze. Helping mom from the car on uneven ground was a challenge. She tried her best to hoist herself up on her crutches and hobble towards the beach. Her crutches sank into the sand, slowing her progress. I carried towels, a bag of snacks, and another tote filled with sunscreen and goggles.

“That’s it, honey. You’re doing good.” Stephen was by her side in case she needed him.

The sound of the surf soothed my senses, and a soft wind blew, cooling my forehead, which had begun to drip with perspiration.

“We got it,” said Stephen. “You can collapse in a chair in a couple of seconds.”

“Thank God,” she moaned. “I’m beat.”

“Hey, at least you’re getting your workout in,” I said cheerily.

“Ugh.”

I ogled a man on the beach who was completely naked. He strolled by with his speedos in one hand, which I thought was ironic. His cock, long and flaccid, had my full attention.

Stephen noted my overt stare. He grinned. “Ah, the French.”

I thought it was awesome. If I could go naked, I would.
What’s stopping you?
That was a good question. If it had been just mom and I, I would be topless. Letting Stephen see me nude was exciting, yet awkward. He was my stepfather, and I sometimes became shy around him. Tall, with dark hair and blue eyes, he was handsome and sweet. He was also funny and smart. He’d married my mother this past summer, and my brother, Greg and I, had welcomed him into the family with open arms. My older brother was married with his own family. I sometimes got jealous of my mother when Stephen kissed her, which was weird. Part of me wanted him to see me naked. My tummy tingled when I thought about that.

Several topless women walked by, and my stepfather stared with interest. I caught his gaze and scolded him silently by squinting. He chuckled at that.

Mom sat carefully on a lounge chair. “All the naked boobies. Oh, my.”

I giggled, “I love French people. They’re not hung up like Americans.” We’d been to this beach several times already, and I never got tired of the relaxed, open ambiance. It was nearing Christmas, and holiday decorations were everywhere, which looked bizarre in a tropical environment. It was nearly ninety degrees, and little Santa’s hung from the ceilings of shops and bars.

“You want a water, honey?”

“No. I’m fine.”

I stepped out of my flip-flops and removed my shorts. I was on the cheerleading team and in terrific shape. This being my last year of high school, I had made Varsity, which had been my goal since freshman year. I was about five foot five and slim, with a toned butt and perky boobs. Being a flyer, I had to maintain my weight, so the bases could lift me easily into the air.

I had Stephen’s undivided attention as I took my t-shirt off, which secretly thrilled me. I could almost feel his eyes caressing my boobs, tummy, and thighs.

Mom, put her sunglasses on. “Go swim, for Christ’s sakes. You don’t have to babysit me. I’ll work on my tan.”

“You want me to get you a drink, honey? Something frothy and tropical?”

“I’ve had pain meds.” She was thoughtful “Oh, hell yeah. Fuck it. I could use the extra buzz.”

“Is that smart?” He looked concerned.

“I’ve only had one pill. It’s not that big of a deal.”

“Alright.”

I grabbed my goggles. “I’m goin’ in.”

Mom waved to me as I headed for the ocean, which looked like a turquoise bathtub, and it was just as warm. The white sand beneath my feet was satiny soft and hot. A family splashed around in the gentle waves. I slid on my goggles, the rubber straps tugging at the golden strands of my hair, and dove under, immersing myself in the heavenly water. I saw small sand dollars and tiny fish. After surfacing, I waded around with my arms out before me. Then I dove under and swam to the shallow bottom, enjoying the weightlessness.

A pair of manly legs approached. It was Stephen. He’d brought an inflatable child’s ring, which he had around his waist. It looked ridiculous on him. He flopped into the water and floated with a silly grin on his face.

“Ah. This is the life.”

I drew near. “It is.”

“She’s so bummed out.”

“Yeah. It sucks that she had to hurt herself.”

“We can entertain her.”

“Hey, she’s getting a tan. It’s not all bad.”

He laughed, “Right.”

“Aren’t you a little old for a baby ring?”

His wet eyebrows lifted. “Who you calling old?”

“Gimme that thing.”

“No.”

I grabbed the wet plastic and pulled. “I wanna sit in it.”

We fought over the inflatable tube, pulling and splashing wildly. I giggled, as I wrestled the item from his hands, leaving him without his plaything. He glared at me, but it was teasing, not angry. I sat on it and dared him to steal it from me. He dove under the water and reappeared some distance away holding a shell he had found. An hour later, we were seated near mom.

“Oh, how beautiful. It’s so pretty here.” She sounded tired. “I love this island.” The straw in her tropical drink was near her mouth.

I ate crackers with cheese and swatted at a fly. “We should come back next year.”

Several young women walked by topless. I stared at them and envied their nonchalance. Their breasts were of various shapes and tanned without bikini lines. Stephen’s attention was focused on them as well.

“You should take your top off, honey,” said mom. “They’re doing it.”

“They’re French.”

“So?”

“I’m not going topless. That’s…embarrassing.”

“It’s a vacation. Nobody cares. We’re the only ones with clothes on. I might as well be wearing a burka I’m so overdressed.” She laughed at that.

“Um, that’s alright.”

“I’m going for a walk. Anybody want to join me?” asked Stephen.

“No.”

“Have shun, honey.”

“Mom, you’re wasted.”

She giggled, “I feel good.” Her head bounced off the back of the beach chair.

“That’s the last cocktail for you,” I murmured.

“I’ll be back in a bit.”

As Stephen walked away, inspiration struck me. I untied my bikini top and let it fall, exposing my pale breasts for the entire world to see. A rush went through me, because it was so naughty. I’d never gone topless before in public. I lay on the towel and enjoyed the feel of the sun on my chest. By the time my stepfather returned, I didn’t want to put my top back on. I turned and lay on my stomach, to hide myself from him.

“Ah, we’ve gone native.” He smiled.

This caused little tingles to erupt in my tummy. “So?”

“Nothin’ wrong with a little nudity.” He tossed an assortment of shells on my towel. “Check those out.”

They were of various shapes and sizes with pretty colors. “Nice.”

Mom had crashed and burned. She slept and snored softly, while the umbrella over her head protected her from the sun.

“I’m gonna swim.” He trotted out towards the surf.

I watched him, admiring the way his butt looked under his shorts. I’d seen him naked once, and the view had been wonderful. The flatness of his stomach and the lean muscles that ran the length of his arms and legs were the product of frequent workouts. My girlfriends were jealous of me for having such a hot father. I felt a ping of shame thinking about my mother’s husband in that way. It seemed the more time I spent with Stephen, the more I lusted after him. There was something in his eyes that made me tingle horribly and think about doing dirty things. The more I thought about those things, the more I wanted something naughty to happen. It was almost like a self-fulfilling prophesy of sorts, or was it?

I got up, not caring about being topless anymore, and headed for the ocean.

Stephen watched my approach, partially submerged, like a predatory alligator. My breasts weren’t as big as some of my girlfriends, but they were high and firm, with little pink nipples on each tip. I could work a lot of cleavage in a push up bra. Sucking in my stomach, I waded into the warm water, all under the watchful, interested eye of my stepdad.

“You’re topless now.”

Embarrassed, I submerged quickly. “Yeah.” The feel of the water against my bare skin was wonderful.

“Your mom still asleep?”

I nodded. My hands floated before me, buoyed by the ocean, as the waves made the waterline rise and fall. “It’s getting late.”

“This will probably be the last dip.”

“There weren’t that many tropical fish.”

“You need a reef for that.”

“Oh.”

Stephen’s dark eyelashes and thick brows bordered inquisitive blue eyes. The curve of his face, his strong chin, and those full lips had my attention, although I tried not to stare too obviously. My tummy began tingling up a storm, making me even more nervous and self-conscious.

“Open your legs,” I said. “I’ll swim under.”

He looked amused. “Okay. Go for it.”

I dove beneath the surface and headed for the space between his legs. I was half way through when he clamped them around me, preventing my progress. I struggled and twisted to gain my freedom.

When I came back up, I laughed, “You turd!” I went after him, splashing and pounding at the water. His back was to me and I jumped on, wrapping my arms around his neck and pressing my breasts to his skin. My legs went around his tummy, clamping him. “You’re my prisoner now.”

“You should let go, Emma.” He wasn’t laughing anymore.

“Why?”

He unclasped my hands from around his neck and faced me. “It’s…uh…getting late. I’m gonna pack stuff up.” He swam away and got out, water falling from his muscled perfection. His shorts clung to his bottom, outlining the firm cheeks of his ass.

“That sucks,” I muttered.

An hour later, we were ensconced in our air-conditioned hotel room, and mom was finally lucid.

“God, I drank too much.”

“Let’s order room service and chill here,” offered Stephen.

“I’m taking a shower.”

“Thanks for putting up with me, Emma.”

“Mom. Stop that. You’re no trouble.”

She groaned, taking off her hat and scratching her head. “I need a shower.”

“Take a one-legged bath, and I’ll wash your hair,” offered Stephen.

She laughed, “It’s come to that, hasn’t it?”

I left them and went to my room, where I quickly stripped and stepped into a shower that was floor to ceiling granite. I’d burned my shoulders a little, but nothing else. My chest had withstood the sun rather well, mostly because I had slathered on a ridiculous amount of sunscreen.

We ate dinner on our patio, which had a view of the marina. I stared at the yachts and wondered about the boat’s wealthy owners. They were probably captains of industry or self-made millionaires with nothing better to do than cruise the Caribbean and visit port after exciting port. I imagined they shopped and spent lavishly in the swanky stores that lined Front Street.

Mom and Stephen went to the casino on site, and I sat on the patio watching couples stroll by. The air was laced with the sweet smell of Bougainvillea and something grilling from the nearby restaurant. I was happy and relaxed and exhausted from hours in the ocean.

Later that night, after mom had gone to bed, I decided to grab some fruit from the complimentary gift basket that had been waiting for us when we had first arrived. Stephen was on the laptop in the living room, as I quietly came up behind him. Pictures of me topless filled the screen. He must have taken them today. There I was half-naked with wet hair and only bikini bottoms on. He flipped through several groups of photos, each one of my bare breasts. I had no idea he’d taken so many. What shocked me was that he’d lowered his shorts and his cock, which looked thick and formidable, jutted out, demanding attention.

I gasped.

“Holy shit!” He snapped the computer closed. “What? I…didn’t hear you.”

“It’s alright. I’m…I’ll just be outta your hair.” I sprinted to the kitchen and snatched a banana. “Good night.” I rushed to my room and closed the door, leaning against it.

Wow
. My stepfather had a boner from looking at my naked photos. And, what a boner! It was huge, with little veins running up and down its length. The top was round and cleaved. Just thinking about it made my insides tingle.

A knock behind me made me jump. “What?”

“Can I talk to you?”

I opened the door. “Yeah?”

His face was slightly flushed. “Uh, look. I…don’t know how long you were standing there, but…uh…I…shit, I’m struggling.” He threaded fingers through his thick, dark hair.

I could see the faint outline of his pectoral muscles through his t-shirt. “I saw a lot.”

He closed his eyes. “That’s what I’m afraid of.”

His mouth was so full and inviting. I stared, while biting my lower lip.

“Don’t. Don’t do that.”

“What?”

“Uh, don’t look at me like that. You gotta stop that.”

What was he talking about? “I’m not doing anything.”

“Shit.”

His shorts thrust out before him, and he shifted and adjusted the material, but it didn’t help. His cock pushed against its confinement, demanding release. He seemed tense and confused and wound up tighter than a spool of thread. Feminine intuition told me that he wasn’t here to make sure I hadn’t seen anything I wasn’t supposed to. He was here because he wanted me. Seeing me half-naked today had turned him on.

Taking an enormous chance and plucking up the courage to show him how I felt, I wrapped my arms around his neck and pressed my body to his. The heat of his skin seared me, while a sensuous hum filled my ears. I perceived his heart beating, thudding rapidly. We remained silent, standing in the embrace for long minutes, not moving. His hands wrapped around my back and he pulled me to him, even closer than before.

His breath was in my ear. “This isn’t a good idea.”

The hardness of his cock pressed against my tummy. “What isn’t?”

“You know what.”

He’d yet to move away from me. I let my right hand touch his chest over the t-shirt, feeling the contours of his muscles. I lowered slowly, enjoying the feel of him. He smelled of soap and cologne, and his skin was sweet; it smelled so nice. My hand drifted towards the bulge in his shorts, and I massaged him over the material.

He groaned.

If what I was doing was so bad, then why didn’t he push me away? He let me massage him, caressing the hardness of his penis. A small patch of wetness darkened a spot in the material. I hadn’t slept with anyone yet, although I had come close. Not completely inexperienced, I kissed his neck, feeling the abrasive quality of his day old beard.

“Oh, shit,” he murmured.

“You should close the door.”

“No.” That sounded weak.

“I…I can take care of this.” I rubbed him persistently, intimately. “I’ll make you feel better.”

He kissed me then, and the heavens opened up and the angels wept. I’d been waiting for this kiss for months. His lips were like soft cushions against my mouth. A slinky tongue sought entrance and invaded me, while mine toyed with the intruder, over and over. Wrapping my arms around his neck, I deepened the kiss even further, trying to suck the air out of his lungs.

Stephen pushed the door closed. Guiding me to the bed, we collapsed on it with our mouths fused and our heated, eager bodies pressed together.

His lips were on my neck, sucking and biting gently. “I shouldn’t do this.”

“It’s too late now.”

He moaned, “I’m in such trouble.”

His hands were beneath my t-shirt, traveling up my belly at an alarming rate of speed and cupping my breast. He pinched my nipple between two fingers.

“You’re so beautiful, Emma.”

I ran my fingers through his hair. “I’ve wanted to do this for a long time.”

“No. Don’t say that.”

“It’s true.”

Lifting my shirt, his lips attached themselves around a pink nub and suckled.

“Oh, Stephen. Take your shirt off…and your shorts. I wanna see your cock.”

He groaned, “No.”

“Please.”

“Not a good idea.” Again, this protest sounded weak.

“I’ve sucked one before. I want yours.”

He muttered, “Oh, Jesus.”