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  “You're too big to put it there,” she says.

  “It fit last time, baby. Be a good girl and relax for me.”

  She makes a soft sound when I push deeper into her.

  “Uh! … I'll try.”

  I loosen her up just enough before taking my cock, already slick with cum and spit. I'm so hard it hurts – just the thought alone of burying myself in her tight ass almost makes me spill all over. But I have to take it slow. She gasps a little when she feels me at her entrance. Her breathing deepens as my tip disappears inside of her. Slowly I inch into her, getting lost between her cheeks. She bites her lip harder the deeper I go, muffling her cries. She's being the good girl I asked her to be, taking every inch of me deep inside her asshole.

  She's so tight when I'm balls deep into her. My hips are cushioned by her taut cheeks when I roll them against her. She lets out a panicked moan.

  “Just relax, baby girl,” I tell her, circling her waist with one arm, and taking her breast into my palm with the other. A nip on the neck and a roll of her nipple is to make her meld into me. With my bare chest pressed tight against her back push my hips against her again as I hold her close. She pants with each and every shallow thrust I give her.

  “It's too tight. It doesn't fit,” she whines.

  “It does, I'm already in. You're doing good baby,” I say against her neck.

  I kiss her right in the spot that always drives her wild, thrusting deeper into her. She moves only about an inch into me but it's enough to almost make me lose control. Just for that, she gets a reward. I move my hand down between her legs, my fingers finding that old familiar home right between her slit. Touching her is enough to make her moan in full pleasure. I thrust deeper into her, sliding out and back in just a little bit more each time. Her knuckles are white, with her hands wrapped around the edge of the bleacher, but she throws her head back against my neck, crying out in pleasure as I ride her ass until finally we both come.

  We both collapse, her body hunched over the bleacher seat and my body draped over hers. I can feel the beads of sweat on my forehead as I catch my breath. I don't know if I will ever be able to say no to her again.

  I slide out of her and back on to my heels on the floor. For a minute I stare at the beautiful young lady before me , completely spent and wracked with pleasure, legs spread apart with my cum dripping down her thighs.

  “Come on. We should get you cleaned up,” I tell her.

  “Alright,” she says. “We should make it fast, Holly will be wondering where we are. Plus I’ll have to be up early for school tomorrow.”

  Dirty Taboo Sex Story: My Step-Brother Best Friend, the Big Jerkassbully is in my Room

  ABBEY PERRY

  Table of Content

  Dirty Taboo Sex Story: My Step-Brother Best Friend, the Big Jerkassbully is in my Room

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  ~

  Everyone has a little Taboo. What’s yours?

  ~

  All characters in this book have no existence outside the imagination of the author and have no relation whatsoever to anyone bearing the same name or names. They are not even distantly inspired by any individual known or unknown to the author, and all incidents are pure inventions of fiction.

  Chapter 1

  “Seriously mom? This is totally unfair.”

  Mom sighs, picking up yet another one of my boxes and hauling it into my new bedroom, setting it right next to my step brother and his best friend’s stuff.

  “You know, Katie, you're making this a heck of a lot more difficult for me than it should be.”

  Difficult for who? Her? She isn't the one who's losing her personal space, and she isn't the one who has to move in with her obnoxious step-brother’s best-friend Rory.

  “But it's wrong. How can you think it's normal or rational or even sane to put a guy and a girl in the same room?”

  She turns and looks at me incredulously. “Honey, it's just Rory, not some random guy. You guys basically grew up together! You're really overreacting about all of this.”

  “I'm not. Normal people don't do stuff like this. Why can’t I have Jake’s room?” Jake is the obnoxious step-brother I am talking about, and his best-friend Rory is just as obnoxious as he is, can you say bird of a feather …?

  “Jake needs his privacy.”

  “This is not fair! What about my privacy?”

  Mom shakes her head, placing her hands on her hips. “You know Emma sleeps over with Jake sometimes, come on, just give your brother a break,” as usual, my mom treats Jake as if he’s some kind of king of the house giving him everything he wants. He’s just a year older than me and he’s allowed to have his girlfriend, Emma, over but I can’t even have a boyfriend. It’s so not fair.

  “Besides, it's only temporary. It's just for a couple of months until him and Jake head back to college after the summer.”

  “Can't Rory’s family just send him back to juvi,” I mumble under my breath.

  Mom catches that, of course, and now she looks angry.

  “That's an awful thing to say. He's finally starting to get his life back on track and we should be supporting him.”

  I groan and slump my shoulders.

  “Yeah, I know,” I relent.

  It has been a rough couple of years for all of us. I was only two when my step-father Donald and his son Jake came into the picture, so he's the only father I know. But two years ago he lost his job and Mom started having to take up a second job just to make ends meet. Dad ended up taking a pay cut and having to work nights. He was stressed a lot. It was difficult for all of us to deal with but Jake took it especially hard and started acting out to get attention. It worked, but he got the wrong kind of attention. He was arrested last year for stealing a car but was released because Rory took the fall.

  According to Jake he did it for fun but I know he was going to sell it to try and help us. I still feel a bit guilty about it but he became a terror to be around and took a lot of his anger out on me.

  When Rory got sentenced to juvenile hall I was honestly relieved because Jake started spending less time at home. Life started to feel a bit normal as Jake and Rory used to always be home making noise while playing video games all day. Mom was less stressed, Dad got a slight pay raise, and Jake was doing better in school than he ever did before. I will turn nineteen at the beginning of this year and Rory and Jake twenty, which meant we could work normal adult hours and help the family. Then everything took a turn for the worst.

  I thought we were doing better but my parents decided to sell the house in a short sale. It was the only way they could even fathom paying for college for both Jake and I, even with my scholarship. Which is yet another thing I feel guilty about. Now, all four of us are moving into this tiny, 850 square foot apartment with only three bedrooms and two tiny bathrooms which would've been fine if Rory wasn't getting out of juvi early for good behavior and spending the summer here with us before starting community college in fall. I can’t help but pray that he has changed.

  Mom comes up to me and places a comforting arm around my shoulders.

  “Trust me, I want to get out of this tiny apartment just as much as you do. But we need to save money for the time being. It's for the best, we're investing in your futures,” she says, giving my shoulders a good squeeze. “At least try to be a little bit positive about this, ok?”

  “Alright. I'll try.”

  Mom smiles. “Thanks honey.”

  Chapter 2

  The new room itself is pretty small, I’m sure it's smaller than my room back at the old house, which I didn't have to share with anyone. As I step in I’m reminded about the battle lines that were drawn and from where I stood they were working. Jake's boxes are all piled high on one side of the room, which is completely bare otherwise. Mine, on the other hand, looks lived in. I'm almost completely unpacked and the wall
s are decorated in a collage of my favorite magazine photos as well as several drawings of my own. I can work with this space, I can make it look and feel as tranquil as possible. And I'll need it when the terror returns.

  I never asked my parents but I still wonder how the hell Rory managed to get an early release from jail. And for good behavior, of all things. He was always a mischievous kid and as a teen he became reckless but I never expected him to do anything as crazy as admit to stealing a car which he didn’t actually steal.

  Just as I'm nearly finished unpacking the last box I hear the doorbell ring. And before I could get it, it rang another couple of times .What the hell?

  “Hold on, I'm coming,” I yell as I run down the hall towards the door. I have to find out who the hell is being that rude.

  I let the door fly open and there's a tall man with a sleeveless denim jacket standing at the door.

  “Can I help...” Wait, what? No, it can't be...

  He turns around and flashes me that old familiar smile. Which is probably the only thing recognizable about Rory.

  “Rugrat! He jokes. Have you missed me?” As he laughs mischievously.

  He takes off his aviator sunglasses and I'm flabbergasted. Quite literally speechless because my mouth is open and moving but I'm not saying a single thing. He looks like a different person. He's taller, his hair is longer and he has a tattoo on his chest, which is half obscured by his low cut tank top. Oh, and he's a hell of a lot more buff. He was never fat, but he always had an extra layer of baby fat, especially on his cheeks. But that was all gone now and he was all lean muscles and chiseled cheekbones. He looks like a fucking model, what the hell? Who goes to jail and comes back looking...no, not hot. I swear he's not hot. Although that's the first word that pops into my head. No, my step-brother’s best friend is not hot.

  But seriously, 8 months might as well have been 8 years.

  “Here, help me with this,” he says, shoving the box in his arms against my chest. Welp, at least we know some things never change.

  With a groan, I take it down the hall towards our room, still baffled by it all. I set it down on his side just as I hear his boots squeak against the wood paneled floors.

  “What's going on in here?' he says, standing in the door frame with a box of his own.

  I turn and say, “Welcome to our room,” with little to no enthusiasm.

  He raises his thick eyebrow at me and I nearly melt. Fuck.

  “Our room, huh?”

  “Yep, Mom's great idea.” Made even better by the fact that he looks like this now.

  He sets his box down and starts eyeing my side, my bed and the collage. His face twists.

  “Are you going to leave that up?”

  And so it begins.

  “Yes, it's on my side.”

  “Well it looks like shit.”

  Yep, good old Rory is still alive and well under that fancy new exterior.

  “I'm sure it will look a million times better than whatever crap you put on the wall.”

  “I'll be sure to pick out something you really enjoy.”

  Oh shit, what have I done? I'm going to be staring at posters of wrestlers, monster trucks and girls in bikinis.

  I cock my head to the side. “So how was jail?” I ask in my faux innocent manner.

  He narrows his eyes. “It wasn't jail, dumbass. It was juvenile hall.”

  “So in other words, jail for teens.” I smirked knowing I’ve bruised him with that verbal jab.

  He looks pissed and dismisses me with a wave of his hand. “You don't know shit about shit, as usual, Katie.”

  Oh how I love getting the best of him. Especially since it's usually the other way around.

  “I'm just making conversation. Like, what, or who, did you have to do to get out of there early?”

  He looks caught off guard.

  “Just what are you trying to say?” he asks.

  “Did some big muscle kid make you his bitch or something?”

  His eyes and nostrils flare.

  “You fuckin' bitch,” he seethes as he lunges toward me. I stumble backwards, just as I hear Mom's voice.

  “Hey kids! Everything alright in there?”

  Rory is literally centimeters away from snapping my neck and he just stops, almost in mid-air. His demeanor switches so fast it's almost creepy. He goes from furious to loving and happy, throwing his arm around my shoulders with a wide smile.

  “Hey Mrs. M! We were just enjoying our new room.”

  I want to puke. I have to stop myself from rolling my eyes in Mom's presence. But Mom just laps it up. No wonder he has Mom wrapped around his little finger.

  “Aww, I'm so glad to see you guys getting along. I'm going to start on dinner, it will be ready in about an hour.”

  “Thanks Mrs. M,” he says as she walks away.

  And when she leaves he doesn't let me go. In fact, his arm gets tighter and tighter around me until he's got me in a headlock.

  “Ow!” I exclaim. “Let go of me.”

  “You're lucky your mom came in when she did.”

  Yeah, saved by the bell, and I know it.

  “You better let me go now or I'll scream and get her back in here.”

  “Fine,” he says, shoving me hard away from him. I almost trip over my own feet. “Keep your shit on your side of the room,” he adds.

  “It already is,” I reply with a groan. This is going to be a long three months.

  Chapter 3

  Dad is working the night shift tonight so he won't get to see Rory until tomorrow. Jake nor Rory seem to mind that much though.

  Mom goes out of her way to make a nice big Welcome Home dinner for Rory, complete with hugs and balloons. Really? Do they make a ‘congrats on getting out of jail’ greeting cards? I roll my eyes at the whole charade, but put on a game face since Mom's around and all.

  Late that night, after a lot of catching up, mom and Jake retreats to their respective bedrooms, Rory and I retreat to mine. Well,ours, technically. Here I was hoping they’d go and hang out with friends or play video games in the living room all night, but I guess I was wrong. At the old house Jake was never in his old room, so what has changed now? Oh, that's right, the fact that Rory lives here too now. Jake knew it would bug the hell out of me so he's going to spend as much time in that room just to keep me out.

  Well it worked. For a while at least.

  I hang out in the living room instead, flipping channels late into the night when nothing is on except infomercials and old sitcom reruns. I try to read but I start to doze off and figure it's about time to tread back into my room.

  I glance down the hall first – it's pitch black and all the doors are closed. Mom is clearly asleep and so is Jake. Rory? I think so because he has the door closed and the light off.

  Not that I really care if I wake them, but I open the door slowly and close it quietly. I can barely make out his silhouette on the other side of the room but I hear him make an odd, low pitched noise.

  “Rory?” I whisper and he doesn't say a thing. The room goes quiet for a split moment and then he makes that groan again. I remember when I was younger, Jake's dad used to get night terrors which would scare the hell out of me. So I move closer to the bed. “Rory, you okay?” I ask.

  And just as I'm standing over him my eyes adjust to the darkness and I see it. He's lying in bed wearing nothing but a pair of low slung boxers...complete with his hand buried in it. My eyes travel down his chiseled chest, his hand is pulling his underwear down just enough to reveal his V crest, a light dusting of trimmed pubic hair and the top of his cock. I clench at the sight of him pleasuring himself, his hand moving up and down beneath the thin fabric of his boxers.

  “You like what you see?” he says, instantly snapping me back to reality.

  I run like hell out of the room.

  What was I thinking? I start to question for a moment if I'm losing my mind. I crash on the couch, hoping Rory doesn't try and follow me in here. Besides, he hasn’t
been with a woman in more than half of a year, his hormones must be raging to be with a woman. Then I’m instantly flush with embarrassment, knowing that there's no way in hell he'll ever let me live this down. I bury my face in my hands, my cheeks warm and probably red hot with embarrassment. There's no way I'm going back in there, not tonight. It's chilly in the living room with no blankets in sight, but I curl up on the couch and fall quickly to sleep.

  Chapter 4

  “Hey, honey? Honey? Is everything alright?”

  It's mom, and I hear her voice as I wake up the next morning, feeling her shake me gently by the shoulder. I yawn, stretching out my back, and then I remember everything that transpired the night before.

  A wave of shame hits me.

  “What's wrong, babe?” Mom asks. “Why didn't you sleep with Rory?”

  “I...” Okay, that question was completely innocent on her part, but it sends my mind right to the gutter. I don't think I'll ever be able to see Rory in an innocent light again.

  I rub my eyes, wanting to beg my mom for my own room somehow, but I can't tell her why. Not after what happened last night. More waves of shame wash over me.

  “I'm fine, Mom. I just...fell asleep watching TV last night.”

  I look her in the eyes and she doesn't look like she's buying it. Oh no—does she know?

  She takes a seat at the end of the couch.

  “Are you sure that's why you slept out here?” she says with concern.

  “Yeah, I'm sure. It's fine,” I say as I sit up and throw my legs over the edge. I try my hardest to brush it off like it's nothing, but she know me too well.

  “I think this is about Rory.”

  “Yeah well you think wrong,” I retort, quickly regretting it.