FORBIDDEN TOUCHES: My Biker Stepbrothers' Dirty Secret

KAYLEE

"Fuck!" A moan tore out of my mouth as Jordan plunged deep into me.

"Tell me, lil sister, do you love it?" Casper whispered, his hot breath caressing my ear as he drew kisses along my tilted neck.

"Hmm," I whimpered, throwing my head to the side. But as I did, Jaden trapped my lips in a kiss while Casper grabbed my boobs and wrapped his lips around my erect buds.

A gasp slipped out of my mouth as Jordan increased his pace, pounding faster into me. It felt like my walls were getting destroyed with his furious thrusts, but I didn't care. If this were how the cunt got wrecked, then I wouldn't mind getting mine wrecked every day by my stepbrothers.

"Moan for me, baby, come on," Jaden whispered as he teased my earlobes.

I moaned into Jaden's mouth, gripping his shoulders for support as my legs, which were wrapped around Jordan's waist, began to tremble.

My heart raced, my body heated up more, and my walls constricted around Jordan's large dick.

I moaned loudly, but it only came out muffled.

Jaden broke the kiss and rubbed his thumb against my nose, chuckling at my swollen lips.

"You taste so good that I want to suck those plump lips till morning," he whispered, running his tongue along his bottom lip.

"Then suck... ahhh!" I threw my head back as Jordan thrust in again.

"Oh, fuck!" My right hand was inside Casper's black wet hair while my other hand gripped Jaden's broad shoulder.

The nearer I got to my climax, the faster my heart raced, and my body trembled. The room was filled with the smell of their aftershower and sweat.

"I'm cumming!" I whispered into Jaden's ear as he leaned forward to capture my lips again.

"Cum, baby, cum for us," Jaden whispered.

My eyes slammed shut, and my lips parted as my walls clenched even tighter and the ecstasy built up even higher.

Every thrust, constriction, beat, and sweat that dropped from my back caused the pleasure in me to triple. Stars burst before my eyes as my body trembled. The slap our thighs made when they slapped against each other faded along with their pants and groans, while my eyes rolled with the heightening pleasure.

And then splash!

I released a loud moan and pulled my eyes open.

But to my surprise, I was hit with darkness.

I blinked and stared again. The dreamcatcher hung over my head, dangled from side to side, signalling that I was back in my room, awake and alone.

I sighed loudly and ran my hand through my hair, then threw my head to the side before slamming the alarm that rang in the room.

It was a dream. Again.

I sighed and rubbed my forehead, then sat up. My pussy throbbed, and my panties felt so wet. My whole body still trembled, and it felt like the dream was real.

This wasn't the first time I had had this dream. It was so bad then that my mother had to put up a dreamcatcher, assuming that I was going through a nightmare.

Even though the dreamcatcher was useless and my mother was wrong about the kind of dreams I had, I stayed quiet, hitting the pillows with the excitement of being in a bigger sex escapade with my brothers, even though it wasn't real.

And thank God it wasn't real. I couldn't imagine myself letting Jordan touch me in reality.

I bit my lips and stared down at my soaked panties, my hand trembling and itching to finish off from where my stepbrothers stopped in my dream.

I glanced at my door, then at my reading table.

I should be reading at this time, but I was reliving the sweet nightmare I had.

The more I tried to divert my mind to my books, the more often Jordan's rapt face, whenever he slammed into me, appeared.

"Fuck!" I cursed and threw the sheets off my body. I pulled off my camisole and grabbed my boobs, moaning as the cold air that drifted into the room caressed my bare back.

I sucked in my bottom lip as I stared at my erect nipples.

"Ugh!" I gasped and threw my head back as I pinched my nipples. I imagined that it was Casper who had his hand wrapped around my nipples.

My ass twitched, and my pussy throbbed even harder at the thought.

I squeezed my tits even more, moaning even louder.

"Do you like it,lil sis?" Their words echoed in my head, and I squeezed harder, groaning out a muffled yes.

I let go of one of my boobs and slowly slid my hand down to my panties. I rubbed the V line that ran from my hip toward my pelvis, then slid my hand into my pants.

A gasp escaped my lips when my fingers touched my pussy lips.

"Oh shit!" I moaned in pleasure.

"Touch me, Jordan, please touch me," I whispered, imagining Jordan's fingers playing with my pussy.

"Fuck me, please!" My voice was getting louder now, but I didn't care.

I slid my hands in and gasped loudly, shivers rushing down my spine in excitement.

My walls clenched around the three fingers inside my hole, and my body trembled.

I went on my knees, pulled off my panties, and tossed them to the side before sinking my fingers into my pussy hole again.

"Jaden!" I screamed and slapped my ass cheek, sinking my nails into the soft mound of flesh.

I thrust my fingers into my hole, increasing the pace whenever their faces appeared.

"Damn, Jaden, I'm gonna cum!" I whispered in a shaking voice, going deeper and faster.

My belly churned, my legs shook, my thighs ached, my nipples got harder, and more juice ran down my thighs.

Oh, fuck!" I let out a loud moan and collapsed on the bed, letting my cum splash on my bedsheet and pillow.

Ever since that dream began, this has been my fate.

I make out with their faces on my mind, and even though this was an abominable nightmare, I did wish sometimes that it came to pass. And even if it didn't, I knew damn well a thousand dreamcatchers can't stop this sweet nightmare.

KAYLEE

My alarm pierced through my room, and I pulled my eyes open, panting loudly.

I groaned and dragged my wet hair back, then turned over to the other side. I was still naked and covered in my own cum and sweat.

I had fallen asleep after hitting my orgasm.

I ran my hand through my hair, sighing loudly.

I closed my eyes again, reliving the dream, only to jerk up as a fist banged on my door.

"Get up, Kay, you have to pick up your cousin!" My mother growled.

I knew it was her. No one else would bang on my door like that.

I groaned loudly and rubbed my shoulders, then staggered out of bed.

"Kaylee, if you don't answer the door, I'll get the key and drag you out of bed myself!" She snapped after a long stretch of silence.

I narrowed my eyes, pulled my nighties on, and began to head to my reading table.

I knew she was still there, leaning against the door for the slightest noise to prove that I was awake. She was going to come anyway.

My toes curled into the rug underneath my reading table when I stared at the unread books piled up.

I sighed loudly and pulled out some of my textbooks, flipped them open to chapters I was familiar with, and then scattered them on the table.

"Okay, Kaylee, I'm coming in," she said.

I wanted to shrug off the warning and let her do whatever she wanted, but my mind clicked.

"The bedsheet!" I gasped and rushed towards the bed, gripping the white sheet with smears of my sticky juices on it.

My head swung towards the door, and my heart raced when I saw the knob turn.

"Shit, shit, shit!" I cursed loudly. If she came in, the first thing she would get her hands on would be the sheets for the laundry.

I let go of the sheets and rushed towards the door.

My heart leaped when she pushed it open, and her face came into view.

She staggered back, startled at my unexpected appearance at the door.

"You're awake?" She asked, a hint of surprise in her voice.

"Yes!" I forced a smile, trying to cover up my nervousness.

Mom looked over my shoulder, and my heart skipped.

I threw a quick, surreptitious glance at the sheet, piqued with worry.

"Are you going to let me in or not?" My mom drawled as she asked, eyeing me.

My belly churned, and my lips parted and slammed shut, my mind scrambling for any possible lie, no matter what it was.

Mom sighed and looked at the clock ticking in the corridor, then back at me.

I knew that time bomb in her was ticking fast and closing in on its time of explosion.

She would shove me to the side and burst in if I didn't come up with a convincing lie.

"I... I'm cleaning up my reading table," I blurted out.

She scoffed at the flimsy excuse, eyes darkening.

"I want to take your sheets to the laundry, and I need you to leave whatever you're doing and prepare for school. Carrie will be mad if Debbie doesn't make it to the school early," she said and tore a glance at the wall clock again.

My hands shook, and I cursed under my breath.

"I will have my bedsheet washed myself," I blurted out.

Her eyes dimmed, and her jaw dropped.

"You?" She pointed at me in disbelief.

I made sure my grin was wider as I nodded.

My mom scoffed, shaking her head.

"Why are you acting weird?" She asked.

I shrugged, "Because I want to do my laundry?"

"No, because you've never cared–"

"Well, I care now," I said.

She still had doubts in her eyes as she stared at me.

"I will get the sheets washed once I'm back from school, and I'm going to prepare right now. Don't worry about Debbie, I'll pick her up for school, but please try to tell Aunt Cassie to hire a driver, I can't be doing that every morning and–"

"Honey, slow down!" She snapped.

I took a deep breath and pressed my lips together.

She sighed and shrugged.

"Okay, but I still insist on taking the sheets with me; you need to focus on your books more."

My heart clenched, and my grip around the jamb tightened. She was not ready to give up. I knew she suspected something, and knowing how my mother is, she would stop at nothing until she got into my room.

"Mom, I said I'll take care of it!" I threw my hands in the air, still making sure I gave her no space to creep in as I stood in front of the door.

"Are you perhaps... hiding something from me?" She asked.

My head snapped up, and my heart dropped into the pit of my knotted belly.

My legs began to tremble as my lips parted and slammed shut.

It was quite easy to say yes or no, but my body didn't agree with that.

With the look ok her face, I knew she was fed up. She would shove me aside and walk in, and there was nothing I would do about it.

"Kaylee, get out of the way," she muttered in a hard voice.

I was caught now. I would just confess and tell her I had wet dreams, but I would certainly not mention the part that I fucked myself with my stepbrothers in my head. My heart thumped so loud that I swear I could hear it.

"Kaylee?" Her hand was on my arm now, eyes angry and demanding.

"Mom..." I stuttered, face flushed.

She frowned deeply and almost shoved me aside, but a crash from the living room stopped her.

She swung her head to the side, her eyes fixed on the stairs that led to the living room.

"Honey, please, can you come quickly, please, please, please!" Her husband screamed from downstairs.

She sighed and stared at me for a long, uncomfortable stretch of time, then dropped her hand from my arm.

She took a step back, still hesitating to leave and attend to her husband.

"Mom, I'm not hiding anything from you. Please let me take care of myself," I pleaded.

Her lips parted and slammed shut, her eyes darting over my shoulders while worry lurked in her eyes.

She sighed and turned around to walk away, but paused and turned in my direction again.

She forced a smile onto her face and drew closer, then placed her warm hand on my cheek.

I shivered at her touch, staring at her smooth, warm hands to avoid her eyes.

"Honey, are you sure there is nothing you want to tell me? You know you can talk to me about anything," she whispered.

I stared at her, my throat knotting while my conscience pricked me.

"Honey!" Her husband called again.

She cursed and turned towards the direction of the stairs again.

"I'll be there in a minute!" She snapped and faced me again, the frown on her face dissolving into a smile.

I can't tell her the truth. No. Never.

"I'm fine, Mom, I'm not hiding anything from you," I said.

She sighed and shrugged, then turned around and walked away.

I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding and slammed the door shut, then locked it and trudged to the bed.

I dropped into the bed and sighed again, feeling relieved.

Even though I managed to kick her off, I still had a lot of problems facing me at the moment, and that included the fuckass laundry and the school bully, Britney bitch.

My throat knotted as I stared at the scar under my elbow.

I grumbled and got up, then walked into the bathroom and took a quick shower, drowning out her warnings with the gushing water whenever she walked past my door.

Before I dressed up, I made sure to remove the sheets and hide them beneath my wardrobe, where my mom wouldn't find them.

I grabbed my school bag after getting dressed and stomped out of my room. As I walked along the corridor, my eyes caught the wall clock, and a scoff escaped my lips.

My mom had hung it there to remind her what the time was whenever she was walking over to my room.

I thought I had a hard time at school, but realizing it now, I had a harder time at home with four owl eyes watching my moves unless that wooden door was closed on me.

"Have breakfast before you leave, sweetie!"

"No, thank you!" I snapped as I walked across the living room, my bag slung across my shoulder and a frown on my face. A frown that would disappear the moment I stepped out.

I had to be a good girl. That was what my mother always said, and that was what people believed.

"Good girl," I snorted, narrowing my eyes.

As I grabbed the knob to get out of the prison I called home, her husband's whispers from the kitchen reached my ears.

I paused and took a step back, then tiptoed to the kitchen and leaned towards the halfopen door.

"Are you sure they will?" I heard Mom sigh.

"Yes, yes, they promised," Mr Davidson replied. I hated to call him Dad.

"You know they always fail to keep their promise, especially–"

"Casper promised me," he blurted out, and my heart clenched.

My eyes widened, and my legs began to wobble.

Casper? Were they coming home?

I shook my head, doubting my ears. I leaned closer to the door to hear more of what they were talking about.

Perhaps the boys got into trouble on campus again after promising they would remain calm or–

"Shit!" I cursed as the door gave way and I fell in.

KAYLEE

I rang the bell at my aunt's place several times, huffing as I glanced at my wristwatch. It was almost time for my first period, and I was still standing in front of the beige, twostory building, which her husband's grandfather had given to them as a wedding gift.

From the cracked walls and the oldfashioned style of the house, it was clear that the house had been built a century ago.

I sighed, stepped onto the porch, and began to press the doorbell again, not stopping until I heard footsteps getting closer to the door.

I watched the doorknob click, and the door pulled open, revealing my aunt's stern face.

She only lived a few blocks away from us. This was one of the unbearable reasons why I became her daughter's babysitter.

"Hey, Aunt," I flashed a false smile.

"I need to take Debbie to–"

"No need!" She snapped, the anger obvious in her voice.

I wondered how she sounded when she called my mom to complain about my lateness in carrying out my gruesome morning duty.

"What?" I tried to maintain a confused expression while hoping Debbie had fallen ill or something. I knew this thought made me sound like an uncompassionate devil, but I didn't care.

"Mark took her!" She snapped, narrowing her eyes.

Mark. That was her husband. He was the total opposite of my stepfather in body and behavior. I didn't really like him that much, but I could be good enough to add him to my white list.

My shoulders slumped, and I pulled up a sad, guilty face even though I was bubbling with excitement inside and itching to get away from that porch.

"I'm so sorry I was late, Aunt, I had woken quite late with a migraine and... and..."

"No worries, just go to school before you lose points for being late," she said, her voice softer.

I grinned and nodded, still making sure that guilt was still there on my face.

"I will pick Debbie up from school," I said, but she shook her head.

"I will do that, besides, you need to work hard for your final exams," she said.

I nodded my head and chuckled before spinning around.

The smile on my face dropped, and the guilt faded the moment my feet left that porch.

I had had a narrow escape from my house, and I believed this was just a gift for surviving.

I had muffled a quick response to my stepdad when he asked that question and ran off with a complaint that Aunt Cassie would eat me alive.

Well, she almost did.

I stopped dead in my tracks when I walked into the school and realized that there was not a single soul outside the building.

I gripped my backpack tightly and held my breath as I walked into the building, making sure my footsteps were silent as I padded across the corridors.

I rushed to my classroom and pulled the door open, but my heart sank when all eyes turned in my direction.

I tried to keep the smile on my face, but I couldn't, especially after my eyes fell on Britney.

She was leaning on her desk, her eyes resting on me while a smirk dangled at the sides of her lips.

I knew she had a scheme on her mind, but I couldn't prove it.

I sucked in a deep breath, raised my glasses, and walked fully in with my head dropped.

"Can you walk faster and take a seat, you're clumsy as hell!" Britney spat, and the class burst into laughter

My heart tightened, and I sank my nails into my palm, flushed in embarrassment and anger.

"Words, Britney, words!" Mrs Anderson, our English teacher, cautioned. But I knew Britney. She wouldn't listen. She had never listened to begin with.

I sighed and dropped down into my seat right in front of Britney's.

I could feel her eyes on my back, that smirk widening. She was planning something, I knew it.

I pulled out my book and grabbed a pen, daring not to turn around.

I pulled all my attention on Mrs Anderson, leaning away from the laughter in the class, the mocking smirks, and of course, my stepbrothers' face popping up in front of me.

"Hey!" Britney hit my chair from behind, causing my heart to flip.

I slowly dropped the pen and gulped hard, trying hard to stay calm.

"Did you do the assignment?" She asked as she leaned closer to me, hitting her breath against my shoulder.

"What assignment?" I whispered in a quivering voice.

"From chem class, don't act dumb now!" She almost snapped.

My trembling hand froze, and my eyes widened as it suddenly hit me.

I had forgotten to carry out Britney's task last night because I was fucking my brothers on my mind.

My lips parted and slammed shut, my heart racing in fear.

"Nerd? You didn't do it?" She knocked my side with her elbow.

I coughed, feeling air knocked out of my body for a second.

Mrs Anderson stopped her explanation and looked in my direction.

"What's going on there, Britney and Kaylee?" She asked, raising her brows.

Britney jerked her head up and cursed under her breath.

"Nothing! My pen stopped working, so I just wanted to ask for her own," she lied and dropped down into her seat.

I released a breath I didn't know I was holding and ran my hand through my hair. No matter how much I tried to stop my hands from shaking, it just didn't work.

This had been my fate ever since we moved into this town. I had always been bullied by Britney and her little minions ever since I joined this high school in my freshman year.

My brothers were high school seniors at that time, and they never cared to defend me. That was what made me even hate them from the start. I hated them to the point I saw them as strangers and refused to believe that we shared any kind of familial bond.

They were the most famous in school then, carried their egos and girlfriends around, but never acknowledged or defended me once. Their father wasn't just the problem. They were, too. They were scumbags, every one of them.

More times than most times, I wished my mother hadn't remarried, but I knew she had no choice. She was in love, and she needed money, and Mr Davidson was ready to offer it all, including taking up the role of a father for me, which he never did. He barely called me his daughter and always sided with his sons, and my mom, being the saint she wasn't, had no choice but support him.

Sometimes, I wondered if I should run away and look for my father instead, but with these creepy thoughts filtering into my head, I doubted if I could pick up that challenge anymore.

I gasped out as Britney slammed a note down on my desk. She smiled and began to pack her books.

I gulped and looked up at Mrs Anderson. She was done with her class and was writing down the project we were going to submit in her next class.

I looked down at the note, and my belly knotted when I read the words scribbled down.

'Meet us in our joint.'

I sighed and slammed my eyes shut, all words fading as my head spun.

Life was a mess. I was a mess. A fucking mess.

As the bell rang, I grabbed my bag and marched off to my locker. I pulled it open and dumped my bag in before slamming the locker shut.

I looked up and down the busy corridor before walking down to the place where they always met.

I walked into an empty classroom and pulled open the trapdoor. My legs trembled as I began to go down the ladder that led to an underground room in the school.

I didn't know who made that underground classroom, but whoever did deserved hell.

The door slammed shut, and darkness surrounded me. I clenched my fist, trying to remain calm before the lights came on.

A gasp escaped my lips when I saw Sam lying on a pile of sheets, stark naked with a camcorder in hand.

His large dick was lying between his legs, half erect. His eyes were fixed on me, a mischievous smirk on his face.

"Like what you see, huh?" He whispered, and my heart sank.

I looked away, flushed.

"I guess she does," Britney's voice came up. I heard her footsteps, but I didn't move or bother to find out what she doing. I stiffened when I felt her hand on my shoulder.

"Oh, poor nerd, you're so scared," she whispered and flicked my hair back. She was naked as well, her tits erect and staring right up at me.

I looked away, letting out a low sigh.

She giggled and turned to face her boyfriend.

"Since I'm in a good mood, we'll just let her film!" She said as she walked towards him. Her large ass quivered with each step she took towards Sam.

Sam's eyes darted in my direction, and he smirked.

"I can't waste my time beating her up," he mocked, and I heard Jane and Juliet laugh from a corner.

"Hey, catch, and make sure you film it properly," Sam jolted up and hurled the camcorder towards me.

Yeah, that was what I did when I wasn't getting beaten up by them. I filmed them while they fucked. All five of them.

I didn't know what they did with the videos, and I didn't care.

And even though this was stupid, I partly enjoyed doing it. Watching them fuck and suck until they were wasted.

I pressed my lips together and pulled the camcorder into focus as the other girls appeared with Ben, giggling and going to their knees to suck his cock.

"You ready?" Britney turned and asked as she straddled Sam, the tip of his cock hitting her ass crack.

"Yes," I muttered and clicked the REC button.