But Stepfamily shouldn’t know, How you taste like

I’d been hearing it for months—ever since I turned eighteen.

Every night, when the house went quiet and Mom was either asleep or out with my stepfather, I’d catch the low, rough groans coming from Ethan’s room.

My stepbrother. He’d moan my name like a prayer and a curse all at once. “Fuck… Lily…”

At first I thought he was possessed or having nightmares. Then I realized what it really was. He was jerking off to me. The thought should have disgusted me. Instead, it made my panties stick to my skin and my clit throb so hard I had to bite my pillow to stay silent.

Today Mom needed a ride to the office for an early meeting, and Ethan volunteered. The second the front door clicked shut behind them, I slipped out of my room like a thief. My heart hammered against my ribs as I pushed open the door to his bedroom. It smelled like him—woodsy cologne, clean sweat, and something darker that made my mouth water.

I went straight for the desk drawer. I’d seen him hide things there before. My fingers shook as I pulled it open. Notebooks, chargers… and a sleek black flash drive tucked at the back. I snatched it, pulse racing.

I should have left. Instead, curiosity and the constant ache between my legs won. I plugged it into his laptop, praying it wasn’t password protected. It wasn’t.

The folder opened. My stomach flipped.

Stepsis Takes Stepbrother’s Cock. Forbidden Creampie. Stepsister Begs for More.

Dozens of videos. All of them featuring girls who looked suspiciously like me—same long dark hair, same curvy hips, same innocent face getting ruined. I clicked one. The girl was on her knees, moaning exactly like I sounded in my own fantasies. The guy behind her was pounding deep, growling, “Take it, little sis…”

Heat flooded my core. My pussy clenched so hard I whimpered. I was soaked. Without thinking, I shoved my hand down my shorts, fingers sliding through my slick folds. I was dripping. I circled my swollen clit, biting my lip as the girl on screen took every inch.

“Oh god…” I whispered, legs trembling. My fingers moved faster. I imagined it was Ethan’s thick cock stretching me instead of my own hand. I pictured him calling my name while he fucked me raw.

Footsteps.

Heavy, quick footsteps coming down the hallway.

Shit.

Ethan was back already.

Panic exploded in my chest. I yanked the flash drive out, slammed the laptop shut, and dropped to the floor. There was barely enough space, but I crawled under his bed, heart pounding so loud I was sure he’d hear it. Dust tickled my nose. I clutched the stolen flash drive in my sweaty palm like it was evidence of a crime.

The bedroom door swung open.

I held my breath. From my hiding spot I could see his sneakers stop right beside the bed. He stood there for a long second, like he was scanning the room. Did I close the drawer all the way? Did I leave the laptop at the wrong angle?

The mattress above me dipped as he sat down. The springs creaked inches from my face. I could hear him breathing—slow, heavy. Then the unmistakable sound of his zipper.

“Lily…” he muttered under his breath, almost a groan.

My pussy fluttered again even as terror spiked through me. I was trapped under my stepbrother’s bed while he started stroking himself, saying my name like he always did. One wrong move and he’d find me here, flushed and dripping, with his secret flash drive still burning in my hand.

Had he seen the drawer slightly open?

Had he noticed the laptop wasn’t exactly where he left it?

Did he know I was right here, listening to every stroke, thighs pressed together to stop myself from making a sound?

The suspense was killing me.

And the worst part?

I wasn’t sure I wanted him to stop.