Too Big Taboo Bundle(5)

By: Veronica Vaughn

Oh, I wanted his cock. I needed to feel my stepfather inside me. I grabbed at his belt, fumbling with the buckle. He leaned back against the couch.

“Damn, Ellie,” he said, his eyes drinking me in. “Your tits are fucking gorgeous. Everything about you is beautiful.”

His compliment made me smile. I had always craved his praise, even as a little girl.

“Thank you, Daddy,” I purred.

The very second the word left my lips, James’ face went blank. Then his eyes widened in shock.

“What have I done?” he said. “Oh, my god, what am I doing to my little girl? I’m a monster.”

“You’re not a monster,” I pleaded, placing my hand on his chest. “I want you to fuck me right now.”

“You’re my little girl. My daughter,” he muttered, seeming to lose his composure. “I was about to fuck my own daughter. And I was loving every second of it.”

“I’m not your daughter,” I said. “I’m your stepdaughter. It’s completely different.”

“No,” he said, “it’s not.”

From the look in James’ eyes, I knew he had made up his mind. From this point on there would be no trying to change him.

“I raised you,” he continued. “You’re my daughter, no matter what you say. Jesus Christ. What are we going to do? I don’t even trust myself around you right now.” James looked around the room, before his eyes settled on my exposed breasts. “Cover yourself up.”

A chill swept up my spine. Feeling rejected by the man I cared about the most, I pulled my nightie back over my breasts, and I crawled out of James’ lap. I sat on the couch, and the space between us seemed impossibly wide. I crossed my arms, holding my elbows in my own hands, and I cried.

“Get your things,” James said, his voice drained of emotion. “I’m taking you to your grandparents.”


My grandparents lived on the other side of town. We didn’t say a word on the drive to their house. The tension in the air of James’ pickup truck was excruciating. I sat as far away from him as I could, feeling very small and very foolish. A single tear ran down my cheek.

Thank God my grandparents go to bed promptly following the 10 o’clock news. By now it was nearly midnight. I didn’t want them to see me like this.

When James pulled into the driveway, I got out without saying goodbye and quietly unlocked the front door, and went straight to bed, burrowing under my covers. That’s when I lost it. I mourned for my relationship with James. First, the war had taken him from me. Now, my own sexual desire for my stepfather had pushed him away.

I slept in that morning. When I got up, I found my grandparents fussing with each other in the kitchen.

“This is a surprise,” Grandma said when she noticed me groggily wiping the sleep from my eyes. “What are you doing here?”

“Um,” I stuttered, searching my brain for any reason besides the real one, “I guess I forgot that I left some stuff over here, so James drove me back last night.”

“What stuff?” Grandma quizzed.

The first thing that popped in my head was the teddy bear that I used to cuddle up with when I was a little girl.

“Mr. Pumpkins,” I blurted out.

“You’re a little old to still need that ragged old doll to go to sleep at night,” she scolded. “Are you going to take Mr. Pumpkins to college with you in the fall, too?”

“I guess so,” I said, before turning and escaping her interrogation. Before long Grandma would move on to other preoccupations, and I’d be free from her words of wisdom.

This was miserable. I couldn’t stop thinking about James. I was seriously needing some space to clear my head, and a little fresh air wouldn’t hurt, either. First, I took a long, hot shower, then slipped into a cute top, a pair of shorts and my trusty flip flops. Paw Paw and Grandma were still in the kitchen when I darted past.

“Back late tonight,” I called as the door slammed shut behind me.

I thought about texting Izzie but decided against it. I really just wanted to be alone. I had a full tank of gas and all the time in the world, my only limitation being the fact that I was absolutely broke. That meant shopping was out of the question. Wasn’t there some place I could disappear for a while? The cabin was the only thing I could think of. Paw Paw did keep a spare key hidden on the back deck.

I wasn’t as crazy about fishing as Paw Paw, but the cabin had its perks. There was the hammock, in particular. I loved to curl up with a good book, swaying in the breeze, the tinkling music of Whitewater River playing as it rushed over the boulders at the edge of Paw Paw’s property.

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