Addicted to my Stepbrother

The rain kept hitting the roof of Enzo's black SUV which created loud noises. The windows were covered with fog.I was already naked in the back seat. Enzo sat between my spread thighs without his shirt on while his dark eyes showed intense desire.He bent down to kiss me deeply while his tongue forced its way into my mouth with strong movements. I kissed him while touching his broad chest and his hard abdominal muscles.I could feel all his muscles under my hands because his skin was completely smooth. Enzo let out a deep groan while I held his thick cock in my hands and started to stroke him from base to tip.He spoke to me in a rough voice that made my spine shiver. I stroked him faster while my thumb moved across the leaking head. He kissed me again with more intensity while he bit my lower lip until I gasped. His hands began to explore me with a rough and possessive manner. He grabbed my ass cheeks and spread them while his fingers teased my hole. He used one hand to pinch my nip

The homeward journey to the new residence proved to be an extremely uncomfortable experience. I remained seated in the back seat while I fixed my gaze on the Boston roadways. My stepbrother was Enzo. The same Enzo who had fucked me senseless in the back of his car just hours earlier. The same Enzo who had choked me while I moaned. The entire situation felt surreal.My eyes kept stealing looks at him. He still appeared extremely attractive in his dark suit which featured sharp lines. The way the fabric stretched across his broad shoulders, the sharp line of his jaw, those dark intense eyes… My body still remembered every second of last night. A dangerous heat gathered in my lower belly. I hated myself for it, but I wanted him again. I wanted him to fuck me, I wanted him to restrain me with his body and call me his pretty boy slut one more time.Enzo remained in complete control of his emotions. He sat with his legs spread, one arm resting on the back of the seat, typing away on his pho

JULIANI sat there on the kitchen slab for a split second, cock still twitching, mind reeling. Cum and saliva glistened on my skin. Panic hit me like a truck. I shoved off the counter, legs shaky, and practically ran to the sink. Cold water blasted from the faucet as I splashed my face and hands, scrubbing desperately to erase any trace of what we’d just done. My heart hammered so loud I was sure Mom could hear it from the hallway.Enzo didn’t move. He just leaned against the counter like nothing had happened, pants still open, cock tucked away casually. That dominant smirk stayed on his face, eyes half-lidded from the whiskey but sharp enough to pin me in place.“Julian? Enzo?” Mom’s voice floated closer. “Where are you boys?”She stepped into the kitchen, smiling brightly, still in her nice dress from wherever they’d gone. Dante was right behind her, looking relaxed. Her eyes lit up when she saw us. “Oh! Look at you two. Already bonding in the kitchen? That’s wonderful. I was hoping

JULIANI spent the rest of the afternoon locked in my room, trying to bury myself in med school notes. Textbooks and highlighters covered my desk as I reviewed anatomy diagrams and pharmacology flashcards. Hours passed. The words blurred together sometimes, but I forced myself to focus. Anything to keep my mind off Enzo downstairs and the way his dark smirk had promised trouble.By evening, my brain felt fried. I grabbed my phone and called Kai on WhatsApp. He picked up on the second ring, his face filling the screen with that familiar grin.“Yo, Julian! How’s the new family life treating you, man?”I leaned back against the headboard, sighing. “You have no idea. Parents left for their honeymoon this afternoon. Two whole weeks alone with Enzo in this massive house.”Kai raised an eyebrow. “Enzo? The stepbrother? Spill everything”I rubbed my face. “He’s… fuck, Kai. We hooked up again last night in the kitchen while our parents were literally walking in the door. I’m losing my mind.”

CHAPTER 10JULIAN I woke up with my shorts glued to my skin, cold and sticky where I had come hard the night before. The memory slammed into me before I even opened my eyes, Enzo’s hand cracking across my ass, the sharp sting, the way my body betrayed me completely. I lay there staring at the ceiling, face burning with shame. My cock twitched at the thought, and that only made it worse.“Fuck,” I whispered, sitting up slowly. The dried mess in my boxers felt disgusting. I peeled them off and tossed them in the corner like they were evidence of a crime. My ass still ached, a dull throb that reminded me exactly how easily I had broken over his lap. Tears had fallen. I had moaned like a slut. And I had come in my pants like some desperate kid.I locked the bedroom door and didn’t come out.My phone said it was almost nine. Breakfast smells drifted up from downstairs, bacon, coffee, the usual morning routine. I ignored it. I wasn’t facing Enzo. Not today. Not after what he did to me. Not