Disclaimer: All the characters in the story are complete work of fiction. Any resemblance to any person dead/alive is coincidental. All characters are above legal age of consent. The story contains explicit Incest / Taboo content.
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Cast List:
Zac Efron as Adam
Selena Gomez as Stella
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He'd wanted her for years prior, but it had always been inappropriate. It still was; it was just a lot harder not to drag her up to his room and bend her over the bed and pound her pussy with his 8 ½" cock. He wanted to worship each of her curves. He wanted to kiss those soft and sweet lips of her. He wanted her to moan his name while he keeps fucking the little tight cunt of her. But he couldn't have her. It was Illicit to desire her. He was her step brother after all. He shouldn't be attracted to his step sister Stella but unfortunately he was.
Stella didn't have to look to see those icy steel eyes on her; she could feel the way her step brother Adam's gaze branded her skin. She was glad she was finally getting his attention. For years she'd tried to find a way to do just that and it was just now that it was finally working.
She had donned a bikini. The navy fabric was dotted with white polka dots and just barely covered two full breasts and round hips. As good as she looked in it, with her light brown hair spilling down her back in waves, it pissed him off. He'd been forced to drag his eyes off the curves he wanted covered all the time and ignore the desire to tell them that those curves were for him and only him. Instead he'd grunted and turned back to the football game.
Sure, she probably should have pulled the top of her bikini up a little bit and maybe she shouldn't have bent over so blatantly in front of everyone, but she did and it was working. Well, judging by the way he kept tugging at the band of his swim trunks. She was pretty damn sure there was a glare coming at her from behind those aviators too.
Thier desires to posses each other was illicit yet they couldn't get rid of them. Both Adam and Stella had lust for each other. With onset of puberty Stella had turned out to a beautiful young woman with perfect amount of curves whereas Adam had always been the well built and hunk, all thanka to the hours he spent in gym.
"Stella, we're going to the club tonight so we're going inside to get ready, are you coming?" Lillian, the daughter of her step mother's friend asked.
"Yeah, sure." She dragged her eyes away from the dark haired, male and pushed herself up from the lounge chair. The path to get back inside the hotel led them right past him and he reached out, catching her by the arm.
"Where are you going?" That deep, rough voice practically growled into her ear. She knew that baritone only too well and it always had an effect on her body. Beneath the skimpy swimsuit her breasts grew heavier, her nipples tightened and she felt her core grow damp.
"To get ready." She tucked her chin and angled her face towards his. Neither could see the other's eyes, but there was obvious heat between them.
"For?" He lifted his face, that sharp jaw line and his handsome features catching the light and making him look all the more delicious.
"We're going out." She delivered each word slowly, her full, pink lips taking their sweet time to form the words and coat them with her silky smooth voice.
"Where? Your Dad and I are supposed to be watching out for you girls."
The corner of her lip twitched up in a flicker of a smile and she glanced over at her brother who was busy flirting with a girl. "Dad doesn't seem too worried about where I'm going."
"Don't play with me, Stella, just answer the question." His voice turned to almost a growl and his eyes darkened behind his sunglasses.
She sighed, her sweet smelling breath fanning over his lips, "We're going to a club—"
No." He shook his head, his grip on her elbow tightening.
"Come on, Adam. I'm legal here, it's not like you could stop me if you wanted to." Her lips fell into a pout.
"Quit pouting at me." He was legitimately growling at her now and it sent chills rolling through her spine and heat building in between her legs. Her eyes fell to his lips which were just as desirable as the rest of him.
"Let me go out tonight." She flicked her tongue over her suddenly dry lips.
"No." He answered shortly, shaking his head quickly.
"I'll go anyways." She lifted her chin defiantly.
He clenched his jaw and tried not to groan. The pouting, the defiance—he wanted to show her what he could do to her for defying him. He would drag her up to his hotel room and bend her over the bed. His eyes fell shut for a split second at the thought of that ass arched towards him, waiting for his punishment.
If there was any blood still circulating through his body he would have been surprised. He'd already had to make a visit to the restroom to adjust himself because he was bulging through his trunks.
His eyes opened and he couldn't resist letting them slide over her body. Each full curve teased him like he was an addict and she was his fix. His mouth watered and his groin got even heavier when he saw those two firm buds straining against her suit. Good, he was affecting her too.
"So what are you going to do when you get and someone tries to force you into bed?" He tried to hide the thick lust in his voice. She wasn't ready for him. She never would be.
Of course, she thought differently. While his heated gaze had been on her, she'd been doing some looking on her own. Those black swim trunks weren't doing a very good job of hiding the ridge that was forming beneath them. She was finally getting her way and he was finally noticing her.
"Come."
"What?" He snapped, knowing he'd taken the word in the wrong context. Still, it didn't stop his body from considering the command.
"Come with us. If you're supposed to be watching me you can do it from the club." She tipped her head to the side.
Without a word he released her elbow. She smirked and started to walk away, but he caught her again.
"Keep the damn smirk off your face, Stella." He growled, his lips brushing against the rim of her ear. She closed her eyes and bit her lip to keep back the moan that had bubbled up in her throat. She was quivering on the inside and it definitely wasn't a bad thing.
"Yes, sir."
She had meant it to come out as a sarcastic remark, a jab at his constant controlling ways. Instead it had come out almost as a moan. He released her again and she walked forwards on shaky legs.
Inside the hotel room the other girls were already getting ready. She made her excuses and went to her own room to shower. The heated water washed over her aroused body and she leaned against the cool tile wall beneath the overhead shower nozzle.
Even though she was eighteen she was still a virgin. She'd always hidden herself from others, because she had never been the petite girl she thought men wanted. Adam always seemed to change her though. Something about him made her want to push him and argue. He may have been eight years older, but that didn't do anything to diminish the heat between them. Under the right circumstances, they'd fall in bed together without hesitation.
Her body was so alive from just that small interaction out by the pool. Her hands shook and her throat was dry. Of course it was dry because all the moisture in her body had gone between her legs. She was glad the other girls were in the other room.
Her core tightened and she felt that little bundle of nerves throbbing as she ran her fingers in circles over her aching nipples. She wanted Jake. She wanted it to be his hands on her, tugging her nipples and pressing heated kisses on her breasts. She wanted him to the one spreading her legs and sliding his fingers between her legs.
The hot water pouring over her had nothing on the heat between her legs as she stroked herself and circled her fingertip around the unbroken entrance to her body. This time the water did drown out her moans. The broken whimpers that escaped as she brought herself to a peak while teasing her clitoris were silenced by the water drumming against the tile.
Her breath hitched and a gasp broke through her lips as she found relief from the heated desire Adam had thrown on her. Her body was trembling in the throes of release and her knees were weak.
After a couple minutes she was able to gain her feet again and her breathing was back to normal. She finished bathing herself and toweled herself dry, ignoring the way her sensitive body reacted to the feeling of the towel rubbing over her skin. She joined the other girls after she was dressed, donning a shiny black dress that would surely drive Adam insane—it barely covered anything.
The girls tried to convince her to really go all out, but she kept her hair and make-up relatively simple. Her hair fell in loose curls over her shoulders and she coated her lashes in mascara. As a final touch, she slicked on some red lipstick—a personal favorite.
Her heels brought her from a whopping 5'2 to a slightly more average 5'6. As soon as she made sure she had money, keys and a cell phone, they were out.
The sun had already set and the night was beginning. There were others heading to the same clubs,, but she saw no sign of Adam even as they handed the bouncer their ID's and were granted entrance into the club.
Pounding music practically shook the foundation of the building. The lights were dark and the main room was filled with intoxicated, gyrating bodies. The three girls made their way over to the bar where they had to push their way through the bodies to get to the counter.
Before they could order anything three tequila shots were slid onto the counter before each of them.
