Sweet Taboo Sins
Alana Church
Editorial: Boruma Publishing
Sinopsis
Taboo sex is a sin. But what a sweet sin it is! The loving teen who seduces her lonely uncle. Two sexy farm girls who serve up a special treat. The gorgeous co-ed who goes to bed with her own brother to hide a sexy secret. The widow who needs a child, and looks to the only man she trusts. And a special sexy Christmas that has to be read to be believed! Read Sweet Taboo Sins today! ~~~~~ PG Excerpt ~~~~~ “Are you almost done out there?” Anna’s voice floated downstairs. “Yeah, I’m done,” Jimmy called up the staircase. “You can come down if you want.” He was putting away leftover bits of wrapping paper when a Winter Queen entered the room. “Anna.” It was a whisper through shaking lips. “Do you like it?” Anna spun in place, making the hem flare around her hips. “I saw it and I couldn’t say no.” “It’s…” Absolutely indecent. Calling it a negligee was like calling Valentina Belmonte ‘a woman.’ Yeah, sure, it was technically true, but it didn’t even begin to convey the sheer, visceral impact. It was the purest white imaginable, held together with gossamer thread and wicked fantasies. Clinging like a second skin to her slender, gorgeous body, the lace was formed in a pattern of innumerable snowflakes, so it looked as if Anna, as she walked forward, her hips moving in a slow, seductive sway, was constantly in the process of emerging, naked, from a winter storm. Constantly emerging, but never becoming fully visible. It was a goad to the imagination, making you wonder what she looked like with nothing on at all. Jimmy stared at his sister, and felt his heart begin to pound in his chest. “It’s…what, Jimmy?” She looked up at him, blue eyes shining. “Come on, say something.” He swallowed. “Well, if you’re not going to do anything with your mouth, maybe I should find something for it to do.” Anna drew closer, her breasts almost touching his chest, as she lifted her lips towards his. “We’re not under the mistletoe,” he croaked. “Like I care about that.” And she kissed him again, and this time Jimmy could feel her wanton, carnal heat. Everywhere their bodies touched, he caught fire. Anna was moaning into his mouth, lifting her leg to rub at his hip. “No!” But he didn’t push her away. Instead, Jimmy broke. He reached down, clasping Anna’s rear in his hands. With one swift move, he lifted her up, pulling her against him, and then turned to the wall, holding her there with his weight and with the strength of his own body. “Enough, Anna.” He glared down at her, at her wide eyes, her parted lips, her heaving chest. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?” She looked back up at him. “I think I’m trying to seduce you. And not doing a very good job of it, if this is what happens when a girl kisses you.” “No.” He shook his head while he pulled down the straps of the negligee. His sister’s breasts sprang free, large and firm and lovely and as golden-skinned as the rest of her. No tan lines, his mind gibbered insanely. She must go to a tanning salon. “That’s not good enough. Tell me why.” “Jimmy.” Anna swallowed, her throat bobbing. “You’re scaring me. A little.”
