Little Brats: Eva: Forbidden Taboo Erotica Read Free Page B

through her, igniting and then relaxing every muscle, almost undid her.
    She gasped and shuddered and tried to quiet her body, keep her cries caught in her throat. She feared if she ever had him, she’d lose her mind—have to be committed. Considering she was in love or lust or something with her own stepfather, she knew she was well on her way to crazy already.
    Daniel’s head hung as he reached for a towel to wipe down the sink and cabinet. She melted into the carpet, her fingers still inside her, sending tiny pulses of tawdry pleasure through her body. Guilt, a wet, cool blanket, threatened to rob her of this moment of happiness. Eva fought it as she crept toward the door, heart still thumping in her chest, working overtime with the burning rush of breath in her lungs. She found her way to her own bathroom—Daniel’s money afforded them every luxury—and didn’t remember the wet panties she’d left on the floor until she was cleaning herself up.
    Please don’t let anyone find them , she thought in a panic, hoping she’d at least nudged them under the bed and out of sight. Thinking of her parents’ bedroom reminded her of the book she’d gone to retrieve, the one her mother had so carelessly thrown away. As if on cue, she heard her mother’s voice yell up the stairs. She sprinted to her room so she could crack the door and peer unnoticed on her mother and stepfather.
    What the hell is she doing back so soon? Eva thought. The image of her masturbating beside her mother’s bed as she watched her stepfather do the same brought a flush to her chest and sent an icy chill down her spine at the thought of being caught.
    “Tatyana! What are you doing here?” Daniel demanded, his voice unusually gruff, as he came into her view where Eva had just been, climaxing on the floor. She flushed at the memory.
    Then, as she watched, he bent down and picked up something from beside the bed. Her wet panties. Eva wanted to sink into the floor. In a hasty, jerky, one-handed movement, with the towel around his waist grasped in the other, he shoved her panties under a bed pillow. As her mother stormed up the stairs in her heels, Daniel grabbed the book from the trash can and shoved it under the pillow too.
    Eva held her breath as her mother reached the top of the stairs, stopping abruptly to find her husband in the doorway of the bedroom, a towel wrapped around his waist.
    “What are you doing back so soon?” he asked again, his breath coming hard, cutting off his words.
    Her mother huffed, clueless, “Catherine called as I was on my way to the Zonta Club and invited me to go into the city with her and some of the other women after the event. They’re renting a hotel room, so I won’t be home until tomorrow. I thought I’d turn around and pack a quick overnight bag. Puts me right in time to be fashionably late to the charity. We’ll talk tomorrow.”
    As she’d moved past Daniel into the room, out of Eva’s view, Daniel turned on his heel and walked out of her sight as well. Eva closed her door, listening for her mother to leave again. A few shouts and slams of drawers later, she heard the woman head back down the stairs. On a mission, no doubt. Eva realized she now had the whole night alone with her stepfather and decided to hop in the shower, going through her wardrobe in her head, trying to decide on the sexiest thing she owned to wear.

    Daniel’s knock startled her, even though she heard his familiar gait as he came down the hall. Her heart fluttered when she heard the door to his room unlatch. Having been sitting the past half hour re-reading the same page in her biology book, she tugged at her clothes, or at her lack of them, when she heard his knock. After having stood naked, her body pulsing, aching for his touch, scanning her closet, she’d gone with a simple white, practically see through t-shirt she used to sleep in. Long enough to just cup around her hips, it barely covered her. It wasn’t flashy, but it did