Little Brats: Hanna: Forbidden Taboo Erotica Read Online Free

barely registered what was happening. This was her stepfather she was kissing! Her mind railed. But her body responded. Her sex throbbed. Her nipples hardened under her blouse. Her back arched as she tried to get herself as close to him as she possibly could.
    This was her stepfather, but it was also her dream man.
    “Oh Daddy, I’m sorry.” Hanna felt tears prick her eyes as they parted. “I never should have told you. I didn’t mean to. I just… wanted you so much. In my dream, I mean. I wanted… ohhhh, I wanted it.”
    “If you love a man, it’s not wrong to want him,” her stepfather whispered. His gaze was on her mouth and his thumb moved there, rubbing her lips.
    She thought that over. She did love him, after all.
    “I know your mother tells you it’s a sin.” He swallowed, his gaze moving down to her blouse, buttoned up tight, but her nipples showed, hard points, even through both blouse and bra. She couldn’t help arching a little, straining those little nubs against the fabric. The sensation made her feel dizzy and faint. “She’ll never teach you what it should be like, between a man and a woman.”
    “Will you teach me?” she asked quickly, biting her lip. “Teach me what it’s like?”
    “Hanna…” He took a deep breath. “I think—”
    “Show me,” she urged him. “Show me, Daddy. Please?”
    He let a hand move through her soft, long blonde hair.
    “You want me to show you?”
    She nodded, eager.
    “You want to learn how a man and a woman join together?” he murmured the question. “About what they can do for each other to bring us as close to Heavenly bliss as we can get on earth?”
    “Oh yes,” she breathed. He made it sound even better than she imagined.
    “Sometimes I can’t believe my daughter’s a woman now, old enough to marry.” He smiled, his fingertips brushing her cheek. “It makes me sad to think that your mother has already poisoned your mind against it. I don’t want that to ruin your marriage, your chance for happiness.”
    “Then show me, Daddy.” Hanna squirmed on the bed. “I love you. You said it wasn’t a sin, if you loved someone…”
    “And I love you.” He met her eyes when he said the words. “I suppose I’m the best one to teach you.”
    “You are,” she agreed. “I know it.”
    Her dream had been a sign, she was sure of it, pointing to this moment.
    “You’ve probably only seen a penis in health or biology books, right?” he asked, smiling when she nodded. “Let me show you what it looks like.”
    Her stepfather tossed the afghan to the floor and she gasped to see his erection standing up tall, rock hard.
    “Don’t be afraid.” He smiled at her wide eyed look. “It goes by many names, although the common slang is usually cock or dick.”
    “Cock.” She tried the word out as she looked as his throbbing member. Cock. She repeated it in her head. Just thinking the word made her feel warm. So she tried out another. “Dick.”
    “Good girl.” He praised her, his erection—his cock —bobbing gently in response.
    “When a man gets aroused, it gets hard, like this.” He glanced down at his lap and so did she. “Blood pumps into it, making it grow. Here, give me your hand so you can feel how hard the shaft is and how spongy the head.”
    He took her fingers, running the pads of them over his flesh. Her breath came faster as she touched the veined shaft, amazed at how soft the skin was, how it moved. The head was spongy, just like he said, and the tip glistened. Her fingers were sticky with the stuff.
    “You can squeeze it,” he assured her. “It doesn’t hurt.”
    Hanna wrapped her little fist around the length of him and squeezed. Her stepfather let out a long, low moan.
    “You said it didn’t hurt.” Hanna withdrew her hand in surprise.
    “It doesn’t.” He took a deep breath. “It feels good. That was the sound of pleasure.”
    “Ohh.” She reached for him, squeezing again, hearing him groan in response. “That