Too Big Taboo Bundle(6)

"You're hurt," I said.



"It's nothing," he replied. "Just a little burn. Occupational hazard, you know?"



Although Mason was joking about it, I could tell he was really in a lot  of pain. When I was a little girl, I remember my mom doctoring Mason  after he came home with various scrapes, bruises and burns. She would  lovingly daub ointment, wrap bandages and do whatever else was required  to nurse him back to health. Ever since Mom died, it was just me and  Mason on our own.



"Let me see it," I said.



"That's not  … "



"Mason," I said, flashing him a stern look. "Let me see it."



At first he looked like he wasn't going to follow my instructions. But  then he grimaced again. I had to help him, even if he wasn't willing to  help himself. When I grabbed his belt buckle he took over, unfastening  the belt and unzipping his tight blue jeans. He gingerly slid the jeans  down, revealing a pair of tight, black boxer briefs. I tried not to look  at the bulge in the front of his shorts, but that was impossible. His  package was huge. I couldn't believe my eyes, and I suddenly realized my  mouth was watering as I felt that familiar heat tingling between my  legs.



When Mason groaned it snapped me back to reality. His jeans had been  stuck to the burn, and when he pulled down the denim the movement had  reopened the sticky wound.



"Damn it," he grumbled.



"Sit down right there on the couch," I said, and "I'll get the first-aid kit."





II.



Moments later I was kneeling beside Mason, using the tip of my finger to  delicately brush the medication on his thigh. The burn was not one of  his most severe injuries, but it would probably leave a scar.



I unpeeled an oversized Band-Aid from its wrapping and used both my  hands to flatten it on Mason's thigh, covering the burn so it could  begin to heal.



My fingers traced around the burn, the touch of his skin on my  fingertips jolting me like electricity surging through me. Being so  close to Mason, him wearing nothing but that tight tee and his even  tighter underwear, was really turning me on. I felt the arousal stirring  inside me, the dewy wetness gathering between my legs. Maybe it was my  imagination, but the bulge in Mason's shorts seemed to be swelling, too,  pressing insistently against his form-fitting shorts.



"Where else are you hurt?" I asked.



Mason grinned. "You're not gonna like this one, little girl," he said.



"Try me," I replied.



He lifted up his T-shirt, revealing a thin but deep laceration across his delicious washboard abs.



"Told you," he smirked.



I would show Mason who's boss. I guided his shirt upward, and he pulled  it over his head and tossed it aside. Now he was sitting there in  nothing but his shorts, his big, hard body exposed to my hungry eyes.



Now to bring the pain. I drizzled rubbing alcohol on a wash rag and  mopped it across the wound. Just as I suspected, he scowled as the  alcohol seared the wound, reducing the chances of infection. Satisfied  that he had suffered enough, I daubed the cooling ointment on my fingers  and massaged it into the cut, my hands running across the ridges of his  hard stomach.



Mason took care of his body, that was for sure. Some of the other  firefighters had let themselves go, but Mason was a bit more determined  to stay in shape, certain that his physical fitness would help keep him  and others alive.



I had admired those abs for years. It was one of his nicest features,  along with his cute little hard butt and his biceps, and his blue eyes,  and  …  you get the picture. I developed a major crush for him when he and  Mom got married, an attraction that only grew over the next several  years.



Now I was eighteen and all grown up.



With my hands still resting on Mason's abs, I looked upward, drinking in  the up-close view of his bulging chest and those impossibly wide  shoulders, before my eyes settled on his mouth. His lips were full and  somewhat pouty, despite the trace of a cocky grin that had always driven  me crazy.



I wanted to feel those lips against mine. I wanted to submit to his  embrace, to be dominated by his tongue, and I had trouble thinking of  anything else. The mound between my legs was beginning to feel extremely  sensitive, practically begging to be filled.



Throwing all caution aside, I ran my fingers up Mason's chest, then  around his neck, and I pulled myself toward his mouth. My lips brushed  against his. For a moment he did not return my kiss, but I continued,  and his mouth parted slightly as he delicately nibbled my lips. His  tongue parted my mouth and dipped into mine, caressing my tongue.                       
       
           


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None of the boys at school had kissed like this. Mason knew what he was  doing. I was incredibly turned on and getting wetter. I could tell he  was becoming more aroused, too, his kisses more insistent, his mouth  pressed hard against mine. Suddenly he pulled back and nibbled my neck,  which felt so tingly and good my body shivered as I gasped out loud.



I ran my hand over his lap, and his crotch was rock-hard, his shorts  tightened almost to the breaking point. I caressed the bulge, and to my  surprise it continued to swell, becoming even more rigid.



Mason let out a ragged breath, enjoying the sensation of my fingers  massaging his cock and balls. There was nothing I wanted more than to  free that cock from those shorts and stuff all of him into my mouth, to  suck him off and drink down his cum.



I reached for the waistband of Mason's shorts to pull them down, and he  grabbed me by the wrist, his fingers digging into my skin. Shocked by  his violence, I tried to pull away, but he would not let go.



"We can't do this," he said. "You're my daughter."



"You mean stepdaughter," I replied.



"No, Chloe," he protested. "I promised your mother I would take care of you, to raise you. I can't betray the vow I took."



"You were a wonderful guardian. But now I'm a woman."



I took his free hand and mashed it against my breasts. He took one of  them in his enormous hands and squeezed so hard I thought I might cry  out in pain. A devilish look crossed his face. I knew he wanted me, all  of me. If only he would just take me, then and there, on our couch.



Instead he let go of me and stood up, putting distance between our lust for each other.



"I'm sorry," he said. "I can't."



I burst into tears. What a fool I was to think I could seduce my own  stepfather. I was so humiliated I never wanted to see him again.



"If you're going to treat me this way, then I'm leaving and never coming back," I screamed.



"You have nowhere to go."



"I don't care. You're an asshole, and I'm not spending another minute under your roof."



A wave of sadness washed over my stepfather's face, but he didn't say  anything to continue the fight. He pulled out his wallet and fished out a  pair of crisp one-hundred-dollar bills. He shoved the money into my  hands.



"Get yourself a hotel room, and take a night to think things over," he  told me. "I already lost your mother. I don't want to lose you, too. But  you have to decide for yourself whether you can live under my rules, at  least for the next two months."



In two months, I would be heading to college. Fine. I would take his  money. I shoved it into my pocket and stormed out the door, into my car.  My tires screeched as I reversed down the driveway, getting away from  him.



I immediately called my best friend, Kassie.



"Can you meet me at the mall?" I asked. "Like, right now?"



"Sure," she answered. "I was wanting a smoothie."





III.



"What's bothering you?" Kassie asked as she slurped down a blended  mango-banana-blueberry concoction. "You can't hide anything from me."



"My stepdad and I got in a fight," I replied, hesitant to admit too much. "He's such a jerk."



"What were you fighting about?" Kassie pried.



"Oh," I said, "nothing in particular."



"That's weird," she said, her brow scrunched in deep thought. "He's  always so nice when I'm around. Nice and  …  you know  …  totally fucking  hot."



"Shut up, you slut!" I teased. "That's my stepdad you're talking about."



"That's true. Maybe I could seduce him, and then I'd be your stepmom."



I did not like the sound of that one bit. Kassie was hot in all the ways  I wasn't. She was slender, with long blond hair and a gorgeous face.



With my long dark hair and hourglass figure, I knew I was cute, too, but  I didn't turn guys' heads the way Kassie did. I might have been blessed  with all the curves, but it seemed like guys my age were only obsessed  with skinny chicks like Kassie. It wasn't fair, but there was nothing I  could do about it.