Little Brats Jenna: Forbidden Taboo Erotica Read Free

with toys enough to know she’d popped her cherry long ago.
    In fact, some of best masturbatory fantasies she’d ever concocted had been about her stepfather. She would never have admitted that to anyone, but it was true. The man was impossibly kind and beyond sexy. It had proven to be a dangerous combination when she’d taken up the sport of masturbation. And for a while, she’d done it almost constantly—in the shower, in bed, on the couch late at night watching soft porn on Cinemax, but so often, it had been Scott’s cock she was imagining buried inside of her.
    She imagined him now, as she closed her eyes and unzipped her jeans, sliding her hand under the elastic of her panties to finger herself, circling her clit with her thumb. It was his cock she pictured, plunging deep inside of her. She clutched the letter in her hand, reading his words over and over, pretending they were for her. All for her. He wanted to take her, fuck her, fill her.
    “Oh Daddy,” she whispered, eyes half closed as she rubbed herself toward climax. “Fill my pussy. Fill your baby girl’s pussy with all that hot cum. I want all of it, Daddy. Give it to me! Oh now! Give it to me, Daddy!”
    She shuddered all over as she came, her body bucking under the covers, hips thrusting as if he were inside her, filling her completely. Ohhh fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck. She gasped, clutching his letter to her chest, a slow, steady ache beating with the rhythm of her heart.
    He was in jail, pining away for a woman who could care less. She’d stolen his money and tossed his letters, unopened, in the back of a drawer.
    I’m going to save him.
    The fantasy took shape in her mind, a small smile curling the corners of her lips.
    The letter had ended with him begging her mother for a conjugal visit. He said he’d been on his best behavior and had earned it. She imagined the thrill of going into a prison and being locked in a room with a criminal, having sex when she imagined any guard could walk in if they wanted to. I mean, she’d seen it happen on TV shows, so it wouldn’t be impossible.
    Jenna turned off her light, tucking the letters into her pillowcase, before drifting off to sleep.
    * * * *
    Waitressing took its toll on her, mentally and physically, but at least it helped pay her college tuition. Her father had stopped paying, and her mother said she didn’t have enough to make ends meet. Of course, Jenna knew now, that wasn’t exactly true. She came into the house, tossing her jacket onto a kitchen chair, her only thoughts focused on a hot shower and curling up with her stepfather’s letters.
    The rest of his letters were full of pleas, asking his wife to come see him, to bring Jenna. And then, there was the talk of sex. So much sex. The letters were sticky with her juices, she’d read them so much.
    Jenna opened the fridge, perusing the contents, but a sound made her freeze.
    She cocked her head, frowning. It can’t be. But it was. It was her father’s voice. Her biological father, Keith, hadn’t bothered to come around much since her parents divorced. Not that he was much of a dad before that either. Mostly, he yelled and berated Jenna’s mother, or talked about his get-rich-quick schemes. He was determined to strike it rich someday.
    The sound of his voice in her house made no sense, but nothing surprised her anymore. Her entire world seemed to be built on lies.
    She inched up the stairs, avoiding the creaky one, third from the top, creeping down the hall to the bathroom that adjoined her mother’s room. She was hoping it would be cracked enough that she could listen. It wasn’t, but she could hear them, her mother and father, their voices, not their words.
    Taking a deep breath, she slowly, carefully eased the bathroom door open and peered through the crack. She had to stifle a gasp, putting her hand over her mouth to prevent any sound from escaping.
    Her mother stood naked at the end of the bed, facing Jenna’s father, where he sat on