Threesome fantasy exposed 2🔥🌶️

~~Sidney~~

My heart slammed so hard I felt it in my throat, pulse thudding against the hand still pinning me to the chair.

I tried to twist away but those warm fingers only pressed harder into my shoulder, keeping me locked in place.

I yanked my dripping fingers out of my cunt so fast the wet, filthy ‘schlick’ of them leaving me filled the quiet room.

One shaky hand scrambled to yank my tank top down over my bare tits while the other ripped the headset off. Slowly, dread crawling up my spine, I turned my face toward him.

The color drained from me so fast I felt lightheaded.

Holy fucking shit.

Jason stood there shirtless, the low blue glow from the laptop painting every hard ridge of his chest and abs.

His eyes were darker than I’d ever seen them—hungry, locked straight on the mess between my spread thighs.

My skirt was still shoved up around my waist. My soaked panties were yanked to the side. My bare, glistening pussy was on full display, juices running down my inner thighs and dripping onto the chair in sticky little trails.

I’d never felt more exposed. More filthy. More caught.

God, he wasn’t supposed to see me like this—legs open, cunt dripping, still flushed and throbbing from fucking myself while moaning his name.

I silently begged the universe that he hadn’t heard me whimpering “Jason… fuck…” like a desperate whore ust seconds ago.

But the way he was staring at my pussy said he had.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” I snapped, yanking my skirt down hard in a panicked attempt to cover the soaked mess between my thighs.

A slow, dangerous smirk curved his mouth.

“So this is what you do when you think everyone’s asleep,” he said, voice low and rough, dripping with dark amusement. “Fingers buried knuckle-deep in that hole, moaning my name like it's me doing it. Interesting.”

Heat flooded my face so fast it burned. My cheeks went scarlet.

“Jason—what the fuck? You’re supposed to be asleep. Get out of my room.”

He didn’t move an inch.

Instead he spun the chair hard, forcing me to face him fully.

The thick bulge in the front of his sweatpants brushed against my bare knee, hot and heavy.

My breath hitched. Our eyes locked. His were pure lust and hunger—like he was already deciding how he was going to ruin me.

His scent hit me next: warm skin, clean sweat, and something darker that made my empty pussy clench hard.

I gripped the edge of my skirt tighter, torn between pure terror and the filthy urge to spread my legs again.

He leaned in closer, planting one hand on the armrest, caging me in. His mouth hovered near my ear.

“You’re the one who left the door cracked, Sid,” he murmured, voice husky enough to make my nipples tighten under the thin tank top. “And you’re the one who was just watching two guys wreck a girl while you finger-fucked yourself thinking about me. Planning how good it would feel to get stuffed full, weren’t you?”

My stomach dropped.

“What… what are you talking about?” I stuttered, trying to furrow my brows like I had no idea, even as my soaked panties clung to my still-throbbing cunt.

He nodded toward the laptop screen where the two men were still ruthlessly using the woman between them—one cock stretching her mouth, the other pounding her cunt.

“Threesome fantasy, huh?” His voice was low and rough. “You moaned my name while you fucked yourself, sister. I heard every filthy little ‘Jason… fuck…’ so don’t play dumb now.”

Anger flared hot and sudden. He’d heard everything. Every desperate whimper. Damn it.

“Get out. Now.”

He huffed a dark, amused chuckle.

Then his hand slid from my shoulder to the back of my neck, fingers firm and controlling, holding me in place like he already owned me.

“Make me.”

“Let me go—” I twisted, trying to wrench free, but his grip only tightened. His free hand shoved under my tank top and pinched my nipple hard.

A sharp, traitorous wave of pleasure shot straight down to my cunt, making me gasp.

“What the fuck are you doing?” I hissed, fighting to hide how much that rough pinch made my pussy throb.

“You clearly need help,” he said, mocking and hungry. “And I’m right here to give it to you.”

“What do you mean—”

He didn’t answer with words. He dropped to his knees between my still-spread thighs.

The chair creaked as he forced my legs wider with his broad shoulders, pinning them open. My eyes went wide. I tried to close them but his grip was iron and he was already between my legs, staring at the soaked mess I’d made.

“Jason, stop—” I tried to keep my voice firm, but it came out thinner.

“Don’t act like you haven’t wanted this all along, Sid,” he rasped.

His fingers trailed slowly up my inner thighs, leaving trails of fire on my skin, inching higher until they brushed the edge of my soaked panties. “You’ve been dripping for me.”

“Get off me,” I said—but my voice didn’t sound like mine anymore. Soft. Breathless. “Dad and Mom are sleeping right down the hallway.”

“I don’t fucking care.” His eyes dropped to my chest, where my nipples were clearly hard under the thin fabric.

He licked his lips. “Look how stiff these little tits are. You’re soaked, flushed, and still pulsing. You can pretend all you want, sister… but your body is already telling me everything.”

I looked down and saw the evidence clear as day.

Oh God. Yes, I needed him. I needed that mouth and those thick fingers, that cock I kept imagining stretching me open. But I didn’t have the fucking right. He was my stepbrother for God’s sake.

Before I could force another protest past my lips, his mouth closed over my left nipple through the thin tank top, sucking hard enough to make me gasp.

His teeth scraped the stiff peak, then he yanked the fabric up roughly, exposing both bare tits to the cool air and his hungry mouth.

Pleasure ripped through me like wildfire.

I stared down at him as he latched onto the naked nipple, tongue flicking and swirling, sucking deep and wet while his fingers finally reached my soaked pussy, stroking through the mess, spreading my folds.

I clenched my fists. No. We shouldn’t be doing this. This was so fucking wrong.

I shoved at his head. “Get off me—”

He only sucked harder, teeth grazing, while two thick fingers shoved straight into my dripping cunt in one smooth thrust.

I arched hard off the chair, a broken sound tearing out of me.

Fuck. With him doing it, it felt so much better. There was no denying that filthy fact. His fingers were longer, rougher, curling inside me immediately and finding that swollen spot that made my hips jerk and my walls clamp down.

A moan slipped past my lips, helpless and needy, as he pumped those fingers in and out of my clenching hole, the wet “schlick-schlick” of my cunt taking them loud in the quiet room.

His mouth stayed locked on my tit, sucking and biting while the other breast bounced with every thrust of his hand.

Tears of overwhelmed pleasure pricked my eyes. It was too intense. Too good. Too forbidden.

My weak shove turned into a desperate clutch at his hair.

I gripped hard, pressing his face tighter against my chest as my hips started moving on their own, fucking myself onto his thick fingers, chasing every filthy stroke.

He switched immediately to the other nipple, biting just hard enough to sting before soothing it with slow, wet licks.

His thumb found my swollen clit and rubbed tight, relentless circles while his fingers fucked me in deep, steady strokes—curling, stretching, claiming.

My head fell back against the chair. A broken moan tore out of my throat before I could swallow it.

“Yes… ahhh… fuck… Ja-son…” I whimpered, sliding down the chair and spreading my legs wider for him like the desperate slut I was.

I hooked one leg over his shoulder as he added a third thick finger, stretching my dripping cunt even wider. He curled them hard, dragging against that perfect spot before pumping in and out again.

He pulled off my breast with a wet pop, eyes half-lidded and dark with hunger.

“You’re dripping down my wrist, Sid,” he murmured against my skin, voice rough. “Fuck, I love this pussy. So goddamn soaked. I’m going to lick every drop of it dry. You want that?”