Taboo Temptations Collection - Kelli Wolfe - ebook

Have you ever fallen for someone you shouldn’t have? Taboo Temptations are all about forbidden romances between people who shouldn’t be together but who can’t fight the attraction that keeps pulling them together.This collection is 208 pages long (over 52,000 words)and contains all six stories of the series:Bikini Bottoms UpRoommates With BenefitsWhat He WantsHard ChoicesIn His DreamsTaking Him Down

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Taboo Temptations


Bikini Bottoms Up, Roommates with Benefits, What He Wants,

Hard Choices, In His Dreams, Taking Him Down


Kelli Wolfe



Copyright 2015 Kelli Wolfe

Published by Pink Parts Press




All rights reserved. No part of this ebook may be reproduced in any form or by any means, except for the inclusion of brief quotations in a review, without permission in writing from the publisher.


All characters in this story are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. All characters depicted are 18 years of age or older.



Have you ever fallen for someone you shouldn’t have? Taboo Temptations are all about forbidden romances between people who shouldn’t be together but who can’t fight the attraction that keeps pulling them together.

This collection contains all six stories of the series:

Bikini Bottoms Up

Roommates With Benefits

What He Wants

Hard Choices

In His Dreams

Taking Him Down

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Bikini Bottoms Up


Roommates with Benefits


What He Wants


Hard Choices


In His Dreams


Taking Him Down


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Bikini Bottoms Up


It was pure dumb luck that Brandi heard the phone ring that day. As she walked past her stepfather’s study it shrilled and she paused to listen as he answered, thinking it might be her best friend Carol. The ditz could never keep Brandi’s house and cell phone numbers straight.

“Hey, Jeff,” her stepfather said.

Jeff was her stepbrother, a junior in college, and she hadn’t seen him much in the last couple of years. Which was a pity, because Jeff was as hot they come—sexy and smart and too damned gorgeous for words. Maybe it was just because she wasn’t seeing him as much and absence makes the heart grow fonder, but on those occasions when he came home he’d grin at her and she’d feel it all the way down to her toes.

“Sure, go ahead and use it,” her stepdad said. “Nobody is there now. We were thinking of going up for a long weekend in a couple of weeks, but it’s all yours until then if you want it. Why don’t you stick around and we’ll all get together then? I know your mom and sister would love to see you.”

Hell yeah, she would. Pretty much the whole time they were growing up she had thought he was the most awesome thing alive and followed him around like a little puppy. It must have annoyed the hell out of him to have her tagging along with him everywhere, but outwardly at least he never seemed to mind. He was always sweet to her, even when she knew he had to want to strangle her.

Jeff had obviously called to ask about using the beach house before school started again. In the old days before her stepbrother went off to college the whole family had spent most of their summers there swimming, fishing, and playing on the beach. An image of his tanned, hard body framed against a clear blue sky as he spiked a volleyball over a net wandered through her head and ignited a familiar yearning between her legs.

As she got older Brandi had found her feelings for Jeff changing and started having some very unsisterly thoughts about him, thoughts that made it really hard to sleep at night. She tried to convince herself that it was wrong, but she couldn’t seem to make herself feel too guilty about it. After all, it wasn’t her fault that her parents had saddled her with the sexiest guy around as a stepbrother. For a long time she hoped that some day he’d notice her as well and it would turn into a mutual thing, but no such luck. Jeff was apparently determined to remain the world’s most perfect big brother.

It was his shoulder Brandi cried on the first time she had her heart broken, and then again and again over the years until she knew he had to be royally sick of dealing with her problems. But he kept taking care of her anyway, and she discovered that it was a lot easier to forget about other guys when she was snuggled in Jeff’s powerful arms. She’d sit beside him and sob with his arms wrapped around her while she breathed in his warm, leathery cologne until her body felt as though it must scream from wanting him. When she finally left him she’d be wet and throbbing and ready to explode at a touch.

She would have given anything for him to have taken advantage of one of her vulnerable, tear-streaked moments to kiss her.

And with that, an idea blossomed.

Brandi found her mother curled up on the couch reading.

“Mom?” She tried to keep her voice from betraying her excitement.


“Would it be all right if Carol and I went to the beach house for a few days? We’re both about to die of boredom here.”

Her mom rested the book in her lap and gave her a long, cool look over the top of her glasses. Brandi could tell that she was looking for an excuse to say no, but she was nineteen and an adult now and after doing such a good job of staying out of trouble and acing her classes in her first year of college there really wasn’t a good reason. Finally the older woman sighed and nodded once.

“All right, I guess. Just behave. Please?”

“I promise, Mom. We’ll be angels.”

She snorted. “I’m not asking for miracles, Brandi. Just stay out of trouble.”

Brandi giggled, pecked her mother on the cheek, and ran off to call Carol. Instead of the battle she had expected the other girl surprised her with her immediate enthusiasm.

“Sure, let’s go. I’ll be packed by the time you get here to pick me up.”

“What’s the rush?”

“Grady’s parents have a house just up the beach from yours, and he and his brother are going to be there all week.”

“Aha. It must be fate.”

“I don’t care what you call it, so long as it gets me hooked up with Grady. Now get your ass moving and come pick me up.”

She wasn’t quite as enthusiastic when Brandi explained her plan in the car on the way to the beach.

Are you crazy?” Carol demanded, regarding her skeptically. “Jeff? Really? He’s your brother, for god’s sake.”

“Stepbrother,” Brandi reminded her.

“Yeah, but damn. I mean, what would your parents say if they found out?”

She didn’t want to think about that. What she wanted to think about was Jeff’s arms around her and his cock inside of her, and a whole bunch of other highly explicit things that would follow in due course.

“I don’t care. I’ve wanted Jeff forever; he’s the most amazing guy I’ve met in my entire life, and I’ve dreamed for years of what it would be like with him. This may be my only chance to find out if there’s anything actually to it.”

Carol bit her lip, considering. “Has he ever acted interested in you that way?”

“No,” she admitted. “But I’m going to try to get him there.”

“If it was any other guy and he still had a pulse, I’d put my money on you. But with Jeff? I just don’t know. You really think you can get him to stop thinking of you as his little sister after all this time?”

“I want to. I have to.” She couldn’t spend the rest of her life wondering, wanting.

“Suit yourself, Brandi. I just hope you know what the hell you’re doing.”

So did she.

When they pulled onto the sand-strewn asphalt road leading to the house it was already well into the afternoon. Brandi rolled down her window and sucked in a deep breath of the thick, steamy air. The gusting breeze from the ocean smelled of brine and flooded Brandi with memories of past visits with her parents and Jeff. Maybe she could talk him into putting up the volleyball net. A pack of screaming kids swinging brightly colored plastic buckets ran past the car on their way down to the beach.

“Oh look,” Carol muttered. “Birth control.”

Brandi snickered and drove on. The house stood only twenty yards from where the beach began and Jeff’s car was already parked in the shade underneath, so she pulled in beside it and headed upstairs. Carol clambered up the steps behind her and Brandi made a big deal out of fumbling her key in the lock, making lots of noise before she pushed the door open and walked into the kitchen.

A moment later Jeff stamped around the corner, dripping wet with a towel slung low around his hips. Carol let out a wolf whistle and gave him a long, slow once-over.

“What the hell?” Jeff growled. “Oh, it’s you.”

Brandi put on her best innocent look. “Jeff? What are you doing here?”

“Hoping for some peace and quiet, so I can relax after the semester from hell.”

If he only knew how she could help him relax. “I’m sorry, I didn’t know you were going to be here.” She didn’t have to fake the hurt tone that crept into her voice. “If it bothers you that much we can go home.”

He glared at her for a minute, then his expression softened and the side of his mouth quirked up in a wry little smile. “Nah, it’s all right,” he said. “I just wasn’t expecting company. It’s good to see you.”

Brandi had always been a firm believer in pushing her luck just as far as it would go. Before Jeff could react she stepped up, wrapped her arms around his glistening torso, and hugged herself tightly to him. He felt so good she never wanted to let go, and the sleek hardness of his bare chest sent her hormones into overdrive. A tremor ran through her pussy, while her insides went liquid and moisture seeped into her panties.

“I’ve missed you, big brother.”

She held him just a bit longer than was called for, savoring each second until her friend cleared her throat meaningfully. With a reluctant sigh Brandi loosed her arms and stepped back. Carol took one look at her and burst out laughing. Her now-soaking top clung fast to her skin and revealed that not only was she not wearing a bra, but that her nipples were rock hard.

“God, you’re all wet, Brandi.”

Carol had no idea just how wet she was—her top was by no means the worst.

“Um, if you don’t mind, I’m going to go get dressed.”

Jeff was plainly embarrassed, both by Brandi’s hug and by the sudden erection she had felt pressing against her underneath his towel. Carol looked him up and down, eyes lingering on the telltale bulge at his crotch.

“Don’t feel like you have to go to any trouble for us,” she purred.

Brandi glared at her as Jeff fled, but the other girl just shrugged and gave her a mischievous little wink.

“Relax, Brandi. I’m only softening him up for you. Although,” she mused, glancing down the hallway where Jeff had disappeared, “if you ever change your mind about him, let me know. I’d forgotten how smokin’ hot he is.”

“Keep your hands and your dirty mind off of my big brother.”

“Fine. I’m off to go play with my own boy-toy.”

Jeff returned a couple of minutes later, safely armored in a pair of baggy, tan cargo shorts and a faded green t-shirt. He glanced around warily before taking a seat at the kitchen table across from Brandi.

* * *

“Where’s Carol?”

“She went up the beach to a friend’s house.”

Thank god. It was hard enough keeping his mind off sex when Brandi was around without her oversexed friend’s incessant innuendoes. “Ah. Boyfriend?”

His sister giggled at the relief on his face. “She’s trying. I imagine she’ll be over there most of the time. Don’t worry, you’re safe.”

Safe from Carol. Brandi was the one who worried him, though. Every year it got more and more difficult for him to remember to keep his hands off of her. They had always been so close that touching her seemed natural as breathing, but at the first contact his body forgot all about the fact that he was supposed to treat her like a little sister. Without a cold shower that erection he had gotten from her hug was going anywhere.

“What about you?” he asked.

She shrugged. “I don’t know them. He’s some guy from college that she met at a party. I just wanted to get out of the house for a while.” She reached over and patted his hand. “Seriously, Jeff, I know you came here to be alone. If I’m bothering you, I’ll leave.”

There was no reason he should have felt so relieved—and excited—that Brandi wasn’t interested in the guys her friend was with. But there was no denying that he was glad she had turned up, and even more so that she was alone with him. It was all going to be okay.

“How’s your cooking these days?”

* * *

Jeff hit her with that grin which made everything from her waist down melt. It did a pretty good job shorting out everything above her neck as well. Her tongue didn’t want to remember how to work.

“Pretty good,” she told him. “Mom has been coaching me.”

There were other things that she was even better at which their mother had nothing to do with, though. She was ready to give him a full demonstration if he’d only quit looking at her like his little sister for five minutes.

“Well, in that case, I guess you can stick around.”

They spent most of the afternoon talking and getting caught up, sliding without effort into the relaxed closeness they had always shared. To her great relief Jeff didn’t have a girlfriend and wasn’t currently dating anyone. After a couple of hours down at the beach she cooked dinner for them, and then they sat out on the deck talking and watching the starts and the moonlight dancing on the waves until late in the night. When they finally called it quits and headed for bed, force of habit sent them to their old twin beds in the room they had always shared during family trips. Jeff gave her a kiss goodnight that was both sweet and frustrating in its chaste, brotherly tenderness.

“G’nite, Sis.”

“Nite, Jeff.”

Brandi closed her eyes and tried to think of some excuse to get into his bed.

It was too hot to sleep, and the humid ocean breeze drifting through the open window did nothing to cool the fire raging between her legs. From the other bed she could hear Jeff’s slow, deep breathing occasionally turn into a light snore. He was only a few feet away, so close she could practically reach over and touch him—if only she dared. Wanting him was driving her crazy; her body craved his touch, the feel of him against her skin and inside of her. She needed him to quench the burning in her loins, the aching need that made her pussy tremble and turned her clit into a raw, thrumming knot.

In the moonlight that leaked between the curtains his face was dappled in silver and shadow, his fine hair tousled in sleep. He had thrown back his covers from the heat to expose the taut muscles of his upper body and stomach, and Brandy laid there for a while watching the gentle rise and fall of his chest, wishing that she could work up the nerve to sneak into his bed and snuggle up beside him, to put her arms around him and press herself against his lean, hard body like she had earlier.

The gnawing ache between her thighs grew unbearable, and she slipped her hand under the sheet. She was wearing nothing but one of Jeff’s t-shirts that was almost big enough on her to be a dress, and she tugged the edge of it up until she could reach the soft, smooth-shaven skin of her mound. Fingers drifted to the hard little knob of her clit and she rubbed it in slow, narrow circles, never taking her eyes off of her brother. Hot tingles of pleasure spread through her pussy, which quavered and fluttered in dissatisfaction deep below her belly. Lips grow moist as her dew leaked through, and she teased her fingertips through her folds until they dipped into the opening of her tunnel. When they were wet with her cream she moved back to her clit, luxuriating in the sensual feel of her slick fingertips roaming against that tight, sensitive skin. She felt so dirty playing with herself while Jeff was right there, and the thought that he could wake up at any moment added an extra thrill of excitement.

Jeff turned in his sleep with a little moan and her hand went still, frozen by the terror of discovery. What he would think if he woke up and found his little sister playing with herself in the bed next to his? When he didn’t move again, though, Brandi closed her eyes and let her imagination run wild. In her mind Jeff got up and came to her bed, bending over so his lips could meet hers as his hands caressed her tits and pulled her stiff, aching nipples until her whole body sizzled. His hungry mouth roved down her body, tasting, pausing to suck and lick her gumdrop nipples while his hands explored her body beneath the sheet. Wetness poured from her to smear the tops of her thighs and run in hot droplets down into the cleft of her ass as she imagined Jeff yanking away the sheet and pressing his hard cock against her, driving it into her in one hard blow that made her cry out at their joining.

She glanced over at him again, wanting to watch him as she pleasured herself. He had kicked his bedclothes further back when he moved so that now he lay exposed to mid-thigh. Bright moonlight shadowed the thick bulge in his boxers and Brandi choked back a moan as her fingers flew over her clit. Oh, how she wanted that cock, wanted to pull it out and hold it hot in her little palm, then take it in her mouth to taste him and feel his silky hardness against her tongue. She wanted him to slide it between her firm tits, down her stomach, and into that yearning emptiness between her legs. She wanted him to jam it into her and take her hard and make her his.

As she came Brandi bit down hard on her bottom lip, desperate not to cry out and wake Jeff as her body shook and trembled in blissful relief. She couldn’t recall ever having an orgasm so intense from just masturbating before. Of course she had never done it with her stepbrother asleep only four feet away while she dreamed of him doing incredibly un-brotherly things to every inch of her, either. Still, the real thing would have been so much better, and she would have preferred to fall asleep afterwards nestled in the heat of Jeff’s toned body.

The next morning she woke up early to find Jeff still snoring quietly, oblivious to what had gone on in the adjacent bed the night before. He always did like to sleep in, so she crawled out of bed, slipped on a pair of bikini bottoms under the t-shirt, and tiptoed to the kitchen. When Carol tapped on the door a few minutes later Brandi was sipping a glass of juice and considering what Jeff’s reaction would be if she woke him up with a blowjob. When she let Carol in the other girl’s eyebrow quirked in a silent question as she saw her wearing Jeff’s oversized t-shirt. Brandi shook her head.

“Anyone else who saw you dressed like that would pounce on you in a heartbeat,” Carol said. “I told you that he’d be difficult. He’s just not going to be able to stop thinking of you as his little sister.”

“Oh, yes he will.” Brandi tried to sound firm but was starting to have doubts.

“Well, I just came to pick up my stuff. I’ll head back over there so I don’t get in your way. Good luck.”

* * *

The kitchen door banging shut dragged Jeff out of his slumber, and he sat up blinking painfully at the bright morning sunlight flooding through the open windows. It took him a moment to realize that sometime during the night he had thrown off his blankets and sheets, and that his morning erection was impossible to miss in his flimsy boxers. Brandi must have gotten an eyeful when she woke up earlier. Stifling a groan he hopped up and threw on his cargo shorts. Thinking about Brandi was certainly not going to make his erection go away. He needed to get out for a while, get some distance to clear his head.

Jeff had half-hoped that the door banging meant that Brandi had gone off to hang out with Carol, but no such luck. She stood in the kitchen wearing his t-shirt that left her tanned legs bare, her soft, brown curls rumpled from sleep, looking so damned good that all he could think of was bending her over the counter. Maybe a long swim and running ten or twenty miles would get his mind off of her.

“You’re up awfully early,” he grumbled.

She turned to him with a bright smile that set his cock twitching again. “Hi, sleepyhead. Want some breakfast?”

“Maybe later. I’m going for a swim and then my morning run. Want to come along?”

Her nose wrinkled in distaste. “No way. I’m on vacation. I’m not running anywhere unless somebody is chasing me.”

Jeff couldn’t help himself. His eyes traveled down to her bright green toenails, lingering over the smooth curves of her legs, and then back up again to her eyes. “Somehow I doubt finding guys to chase you is much of a problem.”

“You think so?”

“What I think is that I’ve got the hottest sister on the beach. Every other guy around is undoubtedly dying of jealousy because you’re hanging out here with me.”

Now why had he said that? He was getting really close to stepping over the line, and if he didn’t watch it he was going to seriously screw up their relationship. In fact the sudden heat in her liquid, brown eyes scared the hell out of him. He didn’t dare for a minute allow himself to think that she might be interested—he was going crazy trying to keep his distance as it was. But that look in her eyes was going to haunt his dreams for a long time.

“Your eggs are burning.”

Brandi spun around with a squeak and yanked the pan off the stove. While she was busy dealing with that he pushed through the kitchen door.

“I’ll see you later,” he called over his shoulder.

Saved by scrambled eggs. Couldn’t count on that a second time, though.

* * *

She watched him through the window over the kitchen sink as he walked down to the beach and stripped off his shirt, his broad shoulders dark bronze in the morning sunlight, then ran into the surf. He plunged onwards until the churning water hit above his knees and dove in, cutting through the waves with the vigor of a shark. God, how she loved the power in him, the raw strength of those lean muscles. There was just something about his sheer animal brawn that brought out the cavegirl in her; she wanted him to throw her over his shoulder, carry her to his room, and hold her down while he fucked her over and over with that thick cock of his until she was too stretched and sore to move. Her nipples crinkled and went instantly hard at the thought. It was time to crank up the heat.

While he was gone she cleaned herself up. Normally she didn’t bother with that much at the beach, but today she wanted every edge she could get. It took a little time, but she arranged her hair and dabbed on just a hint of makeup so that she managed to look artlessly hot without appearing to be made up at all. When she was satisfied with the effect Brandi changed into her skimpiest string bikini, grabbed a bottle of suntan lotion, and stretched out in one of the deck chairs to wait for Jeff to get back.

At the first glimpse of him coming up the path from the beach the butterflies started. She took a couple of deep breaths and forced herself to be calm—this was not the time for an attack of nerves. The stairs creaked under him until he stepped up onto the deck, then he saw her and stopped cold. She peered up at him over her sunglasses with a happy smile.

“Oh, good. You’re just in time. Will you rub some lotion on my back?”

With a supreme effort he managed to tear his gaze away from her barely-covered tits. “Sure.”

Was it her imagination or had his voice gone husky? Brandi rolled over onto her stomach. Her tits were nice but her ass was perfect, and she wanted Jeff to get a nice, long look at it from up close. She closed her eyes and waited for the touch of his hands on her eager body.

He started up at her shoulders, the lotion cool against her burning skin. Strong hands kneaded her bare flesh, rubbing in the lotion and massaging her muscles at the same time until Brandi was tingling and ready to melt right through the deck chair. With slow, steady strokes he worked his way down her back and took his time to do a thorough job, and then he reached the hollow of her lower back right above her ass and paused.

A little whimper escaped her throat. “Don’t stop.”

Behind her Jeff took a deep breath before finally his hands moved lower to her bare hips. As he brushed up against the round curves of her bottom and glided down her firm thighs his hands trembled a little. Excitement bubbled in her belly; she was getting to him! His fingers stroked down her legs, spreading more lotion down the backs and outside until he reached her ankles. When he paused there she spread her legs a little wider.

“Do some on the inside too, will you? I don’t want to burn.”

Not that she wasn’t already on fire.

After a second his hands worked up the inside of her calves, gentler now, tickling the backs of her knees and then smoothly sliding up her inner thighs so that every touch sent an explosion of hot sparks rushing through her pulsating pussy. If he kept going she was going to soak right through her bikini bottoms. His fingers roamed higher, teasing, so very close to touching her where she ached to have him, and then stopped.

The deck creaked as he rose back to his feet, and she heard him set the lotion back down by her chair. She had to bite back a moan of anguished sexual frustration and was on the verge of begging him to take her.

“There you go,” he announced. “All done.”

She shifted, settled herself deeper into the chair and wiggled her ass a little to make sure he noticed. “Thanks, Jeff,” she told him, her voice muffled by the chair. “You’re the best.”

While he went inside she stayed out another hour, and now and again she caught him sneaking looks at her through the blinds. She pretended to be oblivious while doing her best to make sure that he got an eyeful of either her tits or her scantily clad crotch whenever she saw his silhouette at the window. She wanted him on a slow boil, until he was so hot and horny that he wouldn’t be able to say no.

An hour or so later she gathered her things and went inside to find Jeff sitting at the kitchen table with a book and pretending to be absorbed. She was pretty sure that if she could get a look at his lap his cock would tell a different story, though. A little smile toyed with her lips and as she went over to the refrigerator she brushed lightly against the skin of his bare back. Jeff jerked upright and stared guiltily at her as she pulled out a bottle of water. She looked straight into his eyes as she rolled the bottle against her face, drops of condensation falling onto her chest and rolling down the curves of her tits, then brushed her hair back and gave him a lazy smile.

“You up for a swim?”

He grinned back with enough heat that her tunnel began to gush. “Sure. A swim sounds great.”

Brandi grabbed a frisbee from the deck and led the way, adding a little extra sway to her hips because she knew that’s where his eyes were as he followed her down the stairs. By that time the sand had been baking in the hot sun for hours and the heat was searing against her bare feet. She broke into a run, skimming lightly over the sand, hit the water fast and plunged in as soon as it was deep enough. When she looked back Jeff was about ten yards behind her, paddling leisurely through the waves. She flipped around to face him.

“Heads up,” she called out, and sent the frisbee flying towards his head. They had been playing water frisbee for blood since they were kids. His hand shot up and snatched it from the air two inches from his face.

“Oh, you are so gonna get it now.”

She giggled and headed for deeper water, spinning away as the frisbee cut into a wave less than six inches from her elbow. She twisted back and grabbed it before it could float away and cut through the water like a seal. Jeff charged after her, his bigger body making it harder to fight his way through the growing waves. Still giggling, Brandi sent the disc arcing back towards him, just far enough away that he couldn’t quite reach it, and angled back towards the beach where she could run more easily.

Jeff dove and managed to snag it before a wave could carry it farther away, and flipped it back towards her with enough power that it bounced out of her hands and left her palms stinging. They both darted through the water to chase after it as it bobbed along the waves. Jeff got there a second faster and clawed it from the water, but he went off balance and she tipped him over backwards and dunked him. He came up sputtering, flinging water from his glistening, dark curls.

“You little… brat,” he gasped. “When I catch you…”

She stuck her tongue out at him. “If you catch me,” she taunted.

Brandi cut across towards the beach, but hadn’t counted on Jeff’s sheer power. He surged through the waves, able to force his way through the water when she was stuck drifting with it. In seconds he had cut her off and stood between her and the safety of the beach with a smug grin on his face.

“So now what are you going to do?” he drawled.

“See which one of us grows gills first?”

Jeff took a step forward. “You may as well give up now.”

“No way!” She started edging backwards.

“Brandi, wait.”

A big wave smacked into her back and lifted her off of her feet so that she stumbled forward, arms flailing, and found herself tangled up with Jeff. As she grabbed onto him his arms caught around her, and then he got his footing and his powerful legs pushed both of them up out of the water. She held herself up against him, their slippery bodies gliding against one another as they swayed with the force of the waves. Jeff’s cock was a steel bar against her belly, and the growing wetness inside of her wasn’t from the ocean. Desperate with need, Brandi threw caution to the wind and half-pulled herself up and half-dragged him down until their lips met.