CLIMAX CHRONICLES ( A Compilation Of Raw Steamy Stories)

💋AUTHOR’S NOTE (18+)  PLEASE READ

ALL CHARACTERS ARE UNRELATED BY BLOOD. Any titles like Daddy, Mommy, Brother, or Sister refer strictly to adoption, step-family, or roleplay. All characters are consenting adults (18+).

PENELOPE  POV

The taxi pulled away, and I just stood there on the curb for a second, sweating under the hot afternoon sun. My palms were a bit clammy. I’d called Mom earlier to tell her I was coming back from college today, but she’d just brushed me off. Typical. Her big-shot CEO at work was dragging her and the whole team on some last-official trip to England. She didn’t even sound like she’d miss me.

So, that was it. Just me and Daniel. My stepbrother. His dad is a ghost in this house anyway, always locked up in that law firm until the middle of the night, chasing money.

I walked up to the front door, dragging my heavy suitcase behind me. The wheels made a scraping sound on the concrete that set my teeth on edge. I reached out and punched the passcode into the smart lock. Beep. Beep. Beep. Click. The sound of the door unlocking felt like a heavy weight lifting off my chest. I stepped inside, the cool air of the house hitting my skin, and I just dropped my luggage right there in the hallway. I didn't even care about unpacking yet.

I started heading upstairs. I figured I should probably let Daniel know I was home so I didn't scare him later. As I climbed the stairs, I started hearing these sounds. Muffled.

He’s playing those stupid video games again, I thought. It was so like him to be holed up in his room with a headset on while the rest of the world went by. But as I got to the top of the landing and walked toward his bedroom door, the sound changed. It wasn't a game. It wasn't shooting or shouting.

It was a moan. A deep, chesty moan that sent an electric sensation to my pussy.

I stopped. My heart started thumping against my ribs. I shouldn't have moved, but I couldn't help it. I crept closer. His door wasn't even shut, it was just slightly ajar, maybe an inch or two. I leaned in, my eye catching the gap.

Daniel was sitting right there in his big gaming chair. But he wasn't playing anything. His pants were kicked down all the way to his ankles, bunched up around his sneakers. And there was this girl, some blonde I didn't recognize kneeling right between his thick legs. She was completely naked, her back arched so far I could see the bones of her spine. From where I was standing, I could see everything. Her ass was pushed back, and I could see the pink wet lips of her pussy staring right at me.

She was busy. Her mouth was buried on Daniel’s cock, moving up and down in a fast, messy rhythm. I watched the way her cheeks hollowed out as she sucked, the wet, slapping sound of her lips against his skin making my stomach flip.

"Oh yes... suck that fucking cock," Daniel groaned. His eyes were clamped shut, his face all twisted up in pleasure.

He didn't look like the annoying stepbrother I knew. He looked... dangerous. He reached down, grabbing a handful of the girl’s blonde hair, and his knuckles went white. He didn't ask. He just pulled her head forward and shoved his cock deep, deep into her throat. I heard her gag, a raw wet sound but he didn't stop. He just kept pumping into her mouth like he wanted to break something. I could see the thick veins on his cock bulging every time he thrust, the head of it disappearing behind her teeth while she struggled to take it all.

I felt a sudden, sharp heat flare up between my legs. It was like a physical punch. My breath was coming in short, shaky hitches. Without even thinking, I slid my hand inside my denim skirt. I hadn't worn panties today, the trip was long and I hated how they felt rubbing against me for hours so when my fingers touched my skin, there was nothing in the way.

I was soaking wet. My fingers came away slick with pussy juice.

I leaned my shoulder against the wall, watching them. I couldn't stop. Every time our shoulders brushed in the kitchen when we were getting water, I felt that tingle in my pussy . Every single time he went out to the backyard pool and I watched him through the kitchen window, staring at the way those wet swimming trunks clung to his cock... I had spent months dreaming about what it looked like. I’d imagined the weight of it, the thickness , the way it would feel.

And now, it was right there. Thick, veiny, and wet with that girl's spit.

"Oh yes, Sara... choke on daddy’s cock," Daniel growled out. His voice was lower now, gravelly. "Suck that fucking cock."

Sara started moving faster. She knew what he wanted. Her hands reached down, her small fingers cupping and squeezing his balls while her tongue swirled around the head of his cock. I could see the strings of saliva trailing down the shaft, dripping onto his thighs. She was bobbing her head frantically now, her small hands pulling at his thighs to get him even closer. I could see the skin of his cock stretching tight as she took the whole length of it, her throat working hard to keep up with his rhythm.

"Oh yess baby... take it all," Daniel gasped, his hips starting to jerk uncontrollably. "Daddy is fucking cumming..."

I was rubbing my clit hard now, my eyes wide, watching the way his muscles tensed up. I could see his abs rippling as he arched his back, his hands slamming onto the armrests of the chair. My finger was moving in fast, messy circles, smearing the wetness all over my labia. I was right on the edge myself, my legs shaking so hard I thought I’d collapse right there in the hallway.

Then, Daniel’s eyes snapped open.

He didn't look at the girl. He didn't look at the wall. He looked straight through the crack in the door. Straight at me.

Our eyes locked. For a second, everything went silent. He saw me. He saw my hand under my skirt. He saw me watching him get his cock sucked. He didn't even flinch. He just kept staring, his pupils dark, as he finished his climax right into that girl's mouth. I could see his throat move as he let out one last, ragged breath, never breaking eye contact with me.

Fuck.

I felt like my heart was going to explode out of my chest. I ripped my hand away, my face burning hot. I turned around and tiptoed away as fast as I could, my feet barely touching the carpet. I scrambled back downstairs, my breath coming in gasps. I stood in the kitchen, staring at the floor, my pulse screaming.

He saw me. He definitely saw me. And God, I was still so wet, my thighs were practically sticking together.