Trapped and Tempted

A dangerous snowstorm hit hard and fast. Heavy snow fell so thick you could barely see outside. The wind howled like it wanted to tear the lake house apart. My brother Ryan had left earlier for supplies, but the roads were now completely blocked. No power. Weak signal. Just me and his best friend Ethan completely trapped together.

Ethan is 28 tall, heavily tattooed, with a muscular body that made my thighs clench every time he walked into a room. He had always been strictly off-limits. My big brother’s best friend. But right now, with the blizzard raging outside, the rules felt very far away.

We pushed the big couch close to the fireplace. The only light and heat came from the dancing flames. We shared one thick blanket because the cold was biting.

“You cold, Ava?” Ethan asked, his deep voice low and rough.

“A little,” I whispered. But the cold wasn’t the real problem. His strong thigh pressed against mine under the blanket. His body heat was dangerous.

The wind howled louder. We were completely alone. No one could reach us for days.

Ethan turned to me. His dark eyes burned with hunger. “This storm is bad. Looks like we’re stuck here together for a while.”

My heart raced. I had wanted Ethan for years — late at night touching myself while imagining his rough hands on me. Now he was looking at me like he wanted to devour me.

The blanket slipped. His big hand landed on my bare thigh. He didn’t pull away. Instead, his fingers slowly moved higher, teasing the edge of my shorts.

“Ethan…” I breathed.

“Tell me to stop,” he said, voice husky. “Say it now.”

I stayed silent. His hand slid under my shorts and cupped my already soaked pussy. Two thick fingers pushed my panties aside and rubbed my wet folds.

“Fuck, you’re dripping,” he growled. “This little pussy has been wet for me the whole time, hasn’t it?”

I moaned as he pushed two fingers deep inside me. He fucked me slowly with his fingers while his thumb circled my swollen clit. The wet sounds were loud in the quiet cabin.

“Oh god, Ethan…” I whimpered, hips grinding against his hand.

He kissed me hard, tongue invading my mouth as he finger-fucked me faster. “I’ve wanted to ruin my best friend’s little sister for so long.”

He pulled his fingers out, yanked my shorts and panties down, and spread my legs wide. Without warning, he buried his face between my thighs, licking and sucking my pussy like a starving man.

I cried out, gripping his hair as he devoured me. His tongue flicked my clit fast while two fingers pumped deep inside me. I came hard within minutes, shaking and moaning his name as I squirted on his tongue.

Ethan stood up, eyes dark with lust. He pushed his pants down. His thick, veined cock sprang out rock hard and leaking precum.

“On your back,” he ordered.

He climbed on top of me, rubbed his fat cockhead along my soaked pussy, and slammed inside me in one powerful thrust.

“Fuuuuck,” he groaned. “So tight. So fucking wet for your brother’s best friend.”

He fucked me hard on the couch deep, relentless strokes that made my breasts bounce. Every thrust hit deep inside me. His hand wrapped around my throat, squeezing lightly.

“Take this cock, Ava. This forbidden pussy belongs to me now.”

I came again screaming, my walls squeezing him tight. Ethan roared and buried himself deep, flooding me with hot, thick cum.

We were both panting when his phone lit up. Even with bad signal, a message from Ryan came through.

“Bro, you and Ava okay? Storm is crazy.”

Ethan looked down at me, still buried deep inside my cum-filled pussy, and smirked.

“We’re more than okay,” he whispered. “And we’re just getting started.”