Selena Kitt’s *Lust*—where naughty thoughts and wicked temptations bring the taboo fantasy to life.

Stepsisters Rachel and Abby belong to a closed religious sect called The Hands of God. By day, they’re both innocent and pious, following Daddy Zeke’s orders—but by night, these two sensual, wanton sisters share the same bed, breaking their spiritual covenant but creating bonds stronger than any man or God could tear asunder.

Selena Kitt Single
Short Story—Big Bang!

Warning: This title contains shameless displays of the taboo so brimstone-hot it could send them to hell for eternity—but it would be worth it!

Word Count: 3,500

EXCERPT:

“I wanted to touch his hair,” I whispered and Abby giggled.

“I wanted to touch more than that,” she said, putting her hand on my hip and pulling my belly fully against hers.

“Abby!” I was aghast. “He’s our half-brother!” Although, technically by blood, he was really only mine. We never thought of each other as anything but sisters.

She giggled again. “Well, I didn’t know he was our brother when I was thinking about it.”

“Well… you’re my sister.” I could feel her breasts pressed against mine now, mirrors of my own, small and pointed and pink-tipped.

“That’s different,” she whispered, stroking my cheek, brushing my hair out of my eyes. It was only at night that we could let our hair free. We should have braided it, as neither of us had ever cut our hair and it hung past our bottoms. We often woke in a tangled blonde mess in the morning.

“Why?” I asked, feeling her thighs against mine, the familiar ache between my legs.

“We’re girls, silly.” She tilted my chin up and kissed me. She tasted like apples, clean and sweet and delicious. Her tongue found mine and I moaned softly, reaching between my legs and cupping my mound, as if I could stop the ache there, although really I had discovered only one thing that could.

Abby took my hand and placed it between her legs and I rubbed her through her long white nightgown, little electric jolts running through my body from every contact point with hers—her hand on my breast, her tongue and lips against mine, her other hand pulling my nightgown up and stroking my thigh.

She rolled on top of me then, straddling me and lifting her nightgown up over her head, tossing it to the floor. Her hands edged mine up too, the material rubbing across my nipples, making me shudder. Then her mouth was there, sucking and licking at them, and I could feel the heat of her wetness as she rocked her mound against mine. It was always such a delicious tease, her lips rubbing against mine like that. It made me moan and whimper.

“Shhhh,” Abby urged, kissing her way down my belly. “Don’t wake Daddy Zeke.”

“Ohhh!”My voice was barely a whisper as I spread my thighs for her, feeling her parting my lips with her fingers, her tongue searching and finding that tender, swollen bud at the top of my cleft.