Triangle of Taboo: Lessons from Mommy and Step-daddy
Delilah Cole
Triangle of Taboo: Lessons from Mommy & Step-daddy
Delilah Cole
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Contents
Introduction
evening crickets grew louder as the sun disappeared. Annie, a young nineteen year old librarian, locked the heavy oak doors of the town's library. She took a deep breath of the cool, fresh air, savoring the quietude before heading home. Little did she know, her mundane life was about to take an unexpected turn, one that would change her life forever.
At home, she found her stepfather, Jack, sitting on the couch, watching the news with a beer in hand. He looked up as she entered, his eyes lingering on her in a way that sent a shiver down her spine. Annie had always felt a strange attraction to Jack, despite the forbidden nature of her desires. He was a tall, burly man with a thick beard and a deep, gruff voice that could make her knees weak. Her mother, Rachel, had married him when she was just a teenager, and over the years, she had developed a love-hate relationship with the man who had become a father figure to her.
Jack took a swig of his beer, his gaze never leaving Annie as she moved through the living room. "You're looking particularly... flustered tonight," he said, a smirk playing on his lips. Annie felt her cheeks flush, and she tried to ignore the heat that was building between her legs. She had never been so aware of his presence before, and she wasn't sure how to handle the sudden tension that seemed to fill the room.
"Just had a long day," she murmured, hoping to brush off his comment. But Jack was in no mood to let it go. He rose from the couch, the fabric of his pants stretching tightly against his growing erection. Annie's eyes widened slightly as she took in the sight, and she felt a strange mix of fear and excitement.
"How about a drink to unwind?" he offered, his voice low and seductive. "I've got a bottle of your mother's favorite wine in the fridge."
Annie nodded, her voice barely above a whisper. She followed him into the kitchen, her eyes glued to the broad expanse of his back. He pulled out a bottle of Merlot and filled two glasses, handing one to her. Their fingers brushed against each other, sending a jolt of electricity through her body. She took a tentative sip, the sweet liquid doing little to calm her nerves.
They sat at the kitchen table, the only sound the clinking of their glasses and the distant hum of the refrigerator. The silence grew thick with unspoken desires, each one heavier than the last. Annie could feel her resolve slipping away as she watched Jack's eyes rove over her body, his pupils dilating with each passing moment.
Jack leaned in closer, his breath hot against her neck as he whispered, "You know, I've always had a thing for smart, beautiful women like you." His hand found its way to her thigh, and she gasped, her heart racing as his thumb traced circles on her skin. "And I can see you're feeling it too."
Annie's eyes darted to his crotch, where she could clearly see his arousal pressing against the fabric of his pants. She felt a strange mix of disgust and excitement, her mind reeling from the situation she found herself in. Her body seemed to have a will of its own as she leaned into his touch, her own hand unconsciously moving to the bulge. She took another sip of wine, the warmth spreading through her like wildfire, loosening her inhibitions.
Jack's hand slid up her thigh, reaching under her skirt and finding the lacy fabric of her panties. He hooked his finger under the elastic and tugged them down, exposing her to his hungry gaze. Annie's breath hitched, but she didn't protest, instead, she spread her legs wider, offering herself to him. His eyes darkened with lust as he reached out and stroked her, his rough fingers making her tremble.
The room grew warmer, the tension palpable as they both gave in to the forbidden desires that had been festering for years. Annie felt a thrill of danger mixed with the sweetness of desire as Jack pushed her back onto the table, his hands exploring her body with a newfound urgency. He kissed her neck, his teeth grazing her skin as he whispered, "There's a naughty little girl inside of you, isn't there?"
Her breath grew ragged as his fingers dipped into her wetness, teasing and probing with a confidence that made her knees buckle. She couldn't believe what was happening, but she didn't want it to stop. Annie had never felt this alive, this desired. She moaned his name, her body responding to his touch like it was the most natural thing in the world.
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