Backyard Taboo: A Summer of Sin and Seed
Introduction
It started with a sweltering Nevada summer, the kind where the sun bakes the ground until it cracks and the air hums with restless heat. Monica's backyard--pool glinting, grass patchy--was just a spot for Adi and Alisha to crash while their parents were gone, a temporary escape with Monica and her gruff dad, Mike. What began as innocent dares--kisses by the pool, tequila shots, and dissolving shorts--spiraled into something feral, a tangle of lust that ignored bloodlines and boundaries. Monica's phone caught it all, a shaky lens on their descent, until the neighbor's prying eyes and the law's cold grip yanked them back to reality. Ten months later, parole buses roll, babies cry, and the consequences of that day sprawl across a quiet living room--proof that some sins don't fade, they breed.
Adi slouched on a deck chair, sweat beading down his neck, the summer sun roasting Monica's backyard. The kiddie pool shimmered, a lazy ripple cutting the haze. He was 18, wiry, dark hair a mess, crashing here with his sister Alisha while their parents ditched town. His eyes flicked to Monica--sprawled by the pool, black string bikini hugging her curves, legs wide, pussy lips teasing the fabric. She scrolled her phone, smirking like she owned him. He'd been crushing hard since last summer--her sharp tongue, that tight ass swaying when she walked, a fantasy he couldn't shake.
"Too fucking hot," he muttered, shifting, his shorts sticking to his thighs.
Monica glanced up, grinned. "You're whining already? Weak." Her voice cut him, and his dick twitched--shy lust bubbling.
Alisha, 19, lounged beside her, curvy in a red bikini, tits spilling out, sipping lemonade through a straw. "Stop being a baby, Adi," she teased, big-sister cool, oblivious to his heat.
Monica stretched, arching her back--tits pushing the bikini top, a taunt. "Bored as hell--entertain me, dork," she said, tossing her phone aside.
Adi swallowed. "Uh--like what?" His crush screamed--say something clever, impress her.
She laughed. "Dunno, you're the guest--figure it out."
Alisha rolled her eyes. "He's useless, Monica--give up."
The air thickened, summer sweat and Monica's gaze pinning him. He wanted her to notice, to flirt back, but his tongue stuck. The pool glinted, tempting--he could splash her, get her laughing. Footsteps thudded behind--Mike, Monica's dad, coming out. Adi tensed, the innocent vibe still holding, his crush a quiet burn.
Mike's boots thudded on the deck, a gruff shadow cutting through the summer haze. Monica's dad, 45, beer belly straining his faded shirt, smirked as he tossed Adi a pair of thin white shorts. "No trunks, kid? Wear these--old stash," he grunted, cracking a beer with a pop. The shorts landed in Adi's lap--light, flimsy, a prank waiting to unravel, but Mike didn't know, just clearing junk from the garage. He flopped into a chair, eyes sliding to Alisha--her red bikini hugged her curves, tits heavy, lemonade straw between her lips. His crush flickered--soft, innocent, fuckable--his dick twitched in his jeans.
Adi fumbled the shorts. "Uh--thanks, Mike." He stood, peeling off his sweaty pair, Monica's gaze burning his skin. She sprawled there, black bikini taunting, ass plump--he'd do anything for her to notice.
The new shorts slid on--tight, clinging, his cock's outline faint but there, balls snug. He didn't care, too busy sneaking looks at her legs.
"Fit okay?" Mike asked, voice rough, smirking at Adi but staring at Alisha's thighs.
"Yeah--fine," Adi mumbled, sitting fast, heat pooling in his groin.
Monica grinned. "You look dumb--those are ancient."
Alisha giggled. "Total loser vibes, Adi."
Mike sipped his beer. "Kid's fine--leave him be," his eyes locked on Alisha's chest, a perv's glint hidden in his grunt.
Adi shifted, shorts sticking--Monica's tease, her body, all he wanted. The pool shimmered, a dare brewing, Mike's stare lingering as the innocent air thickened.
Monica tossed her phone onto the towel, smirking at Adi. "Bored as fuck--let's do a TikTok kiss challenge. Dare your crush." She propped it by the pool, screen flashing lips smacking, and winked at him. "Me first--make it cute."
Adi's heart slammed--Monica, his dream, her sass slicing him open, that ass begging to be grabbed. He stumbled up, shorts tight, cock stirring. "Uh--okay," he muttered, voice cracking, stepping close.
She leaned in, bikini top brushing his chest--he kissed her, soft, clumsy, lips trembling against her cherry gloss. Her tongue flicked his once, a tease, and his dick throbbed.
She pulled back, laughing. "Weak shit, dork," hands shoving his chest. "Cool off, perv!"
He flailed, crashing into the kiddie pool--water splashed, soaking the thin white shorts Mike gave him. They clung, wet, edges fraying slow, dissolving under the summer heat's alchemy. He scrambled out, dripping, grinning at Monica. "How's that?" he panted, shorts sagging--his cock's tip peeked through a tear, half-hard, but he didn't notice, eyes locked on her grin.
She smirked. "Better--still lame."
Alisha giggled. "You're such an idiot, Adi," sipping her lemonade, legs crossed.
Mike grunted from his chair. "Kid's got guts," beer can cracking, his stare flicking from Alisha's tits to Adi's fraying shorts--perv glint sharpening.
Monica stretched. "Next dare's yours--don't suck this time."
Adi's crush burned--her lips still buzzed on his, the pool stunt a win, tension coiling tight.
Monica smirked, lounging by the pool, her black bikini gleaming in the summer sun. "Next dare--kiss Alisha. Give her some," she said, nudging Adi with her foot, voice dripping tease.
His crush flared--Monica's sass owned him, her ass still burned in his head from that kiss--but Alisha? He froze, shorts damp and frayed from the pool, clinging tight.
Alisha sputtered. "No way--that's nasty," crossing her arms over her red bikini, tits pressing the fabric. Her lemonade clinked on the deck, big-sister cool cracking. "He's my brother, Monica--gross."
Monica rolled her eyes. "It's a dare, prude--don't bitch out. Adi's game, right?" She grinned at him, daring his loyalty.
Adi shrugged. "Uh--I guess," voice shaky--Monica's push trumped his nerves. He wanted her proud, not laughing at him.
Mike leaned forward in his chair, beer can sweating, smirking. "Yeah, kid--go for it," he grunted, eyes locked on Alisha's curves--her soft thighs, innocent pout stoking his crush, dick twitching in his jeans.
Adi stepped to Alisha, heart thumping--Monica watched, that's what mattered.
"Just quick, okay?" Alisha muttered, uncrossing her arms, reluctant as hell.
He leaned in, kissed her--soft, awkward, lips brushing hers, lemonade-sweet and warm.
