STORY 1 - NIGHTTIME WITH MY STEPBROTHER AND HIS FRIENDS (V)

The room is quiet except for our breathing.

His. Mine. The others watching from the shadows.

“I’ve wanted this for so long,” Ethan says, and his voice is different than the others. Rougher. More desperate. More broken. “You have no idea. Ever since you moved in. Ever since I first saw you. I’ve been thinking about this. Dreaming about it. Touching myself imagining exactly this.”

He positions his cock at my entrance.

“Every night you’re under this roof, I lie awake thinking about you,” he continues, pressing forward slowly. “Thinking about sneaking into your room. Finding you asleep. Doing this.”

He pushes inside.

And I finally understand what the others meant when they called me tight.

Ethan is big. The biggest of all of them. Thick and long and stretching me so wide I feel tears prick my closed eyes. He sinks into me slowly, relentlessly, until every inch of his cock is buried in my cum-filled cunt.

"Fuck,” he breathes. “You have no idea how long I’ve waited for this. How many times I’ve jerked off imagining my cock inside you. And now... now I’m actually here. Actually inside you. And you don’t even know.”

But I do know.

I know exactly whose cock is filling me right now.

My stepbrother.

The boy I’ve been living with for two years.

The boy whose room shares a wall with mine.

The boy who’s now balls deep in my pussy while I pretend to sleep.

He starts to move.

Not gentle. Not careful. He fucks me like he’s been waiting his whole life for this moment – hard, fast strokes that shake the bed and make the headboard slam against the wall.

“Dude, be careful – ”

“She’s not waking up.” Ethan doesn’t slow down. If anything, he fucks me harder. “Look at her. She’s completely out. She’s full of your cum and she’s still unconscious and I can do anything I want to her.”

The thought makes him groan.

He grabs my hips. Pulls me onto his cock with every brutal thrust. Uses my body like the fucktoy I’ve become, pounding into me while his friends watch.

“You like that?” He’s not talking to them anymore. He’s talking to me – my unconscious body, my sleeping form. “Like your stepbrother’s cock? Like being full of my cum? I’ve seen you looking at me. Seen you in those little shorts. You’ve been teasing me for years. Years. And now I’m taking what you owe me.”

He fucks me like he hates me.

Like he loves me.

Like he can’t decide which one is true.

“Every time you walked past my room,” he pants, still pounding into me. “Every time you bent over. Every time you smiled at me like I wasn’t dying inside from wanting you. This is payback. This is payment. This is mine.”

I cum.

The hardest one yet. A full-body convulsion that I can’t quite suppress – my back arches slightly off the bed, my legs tense around his hips, and I hear his sharp intake of breath.

“She’s – she moved – ”

“She’s cumming again,” Tyler says from somewhere nearby. “Look at her. She’s cumming on her stepbrother’s cock.”

"Fuck – ” Ethan’s rhythm falters. “Fuck, she’s so tight when she cums. Her pussy’s fucking strangling me. I can’t – I’m gonna – ”

He slams deep and groans.

I feel him cum inside me. Feel his cock pulse and throb, pumping rope after rope of hot seed into my already-overflowing cunt. He’s filling me up – my stepbrother is filling me up – breeding me while I pretend to sleep.

“That’s right,” he pants, still buried inside me. “Take it. Take all of it. Take your stepbrother’s cum like a good little slut.”

He keeps cumming.

More than any of them. Like he’s been saving it up for months, years, specifically for me.

When he finally stops, when his cock finally stops pulsing, he doesn’t pull out.

Just stays there.

Buried to the hilt.

Catching his breath.

“I love you,” he whispers, so quiet I almost don’t hear it. “I know I shouldn’t. I know it’s wrong. But I do. I fucking love you.”

My heart breaks and mends itself in the same moment.

I love you too, I want to say.

But I stay silent. Stay asleep.

Let him have this moment before reality intrudes.

Eventually, he pulls out. I feel the flood of cum – four loads worth – gushing from my pussy, soaking my thighs, ruining my sheets.

“We should go,” Jack whispers. “Before she wakes up.”

“Yeah.” Ethan sounds dazed. Shattered. “Yeah, okay.”

They rearrange my body with surprising tenderness. Pull my shorts back on – I’m not wearing underwear anymore, they must have kept them – and cover me with the blanket. Trying to hide the evidence of what they did.

“She’s gonna know,” Marcus says nervously. “When she wakes up. She’s gonna feel...”

“She’ll think it was a dream.” Ethan’s voice is steadier now. Convincing himself. “Trust me. She won’t remember anything.”

The door opens.

Closes.

Click.

They’re gone.

I lie there for a long time.

Cum leaking out of me into my childhood sheets. Pussy aching, throbbing, thoroughly used. Body humming with satisfaction I didn’t know I could feel.

Part of me is horrified.

My stepbrother and his friends just... just raped me. While I slept. Or while they thought I slept. They snuck into my room and took turns fucking me and came inside me and I let it happen.

I wanted it to happen.

I’m already wet again.

My hand slides between my legs, finds my swollen, sensitive, cum-filled pussy, and I start rubbing my clit while I relive every moment. Jack’s surprised gasp when he first pushed inside. Marcus’s deliberate strokes. Tyler’s gentle reverence. Ethan’s desperate, rough claiming.

I cum again.

Into my own hand this time, biting my pillow, imagining them watching me touch myself with their cum still dripping out of me.

Fuck.

What am I?

***

The next morning, I shower.

Wash their evidence down the drain. Watch the water run clear and pretend I’m washing away the memory too.

I can’t.

I can still feel them. Still feel the stretch, the fullness, the heat of their cum filling me up. My body remembers even as I try to forget.

Breakfast is awkward.

My stepbrother can’t meet my eyes. His friends look everywhere but at me – at their plates, at the ceiling, at anything except the girl they fucked last night.

I sit down carefully. I’m still sore. Still swollen. Still feeling the aftermath of being used by four cocks.

“How was the sleepover?” Mom asks, oblivious.

“Fine,” Ethan mumbles into his eggs.

“Just played video games,” Jack adds. His voice cracks.

“You boys were up late. I heard you moving around at like 3 AM.”

Everyone freezes.

“Yeah,” Marcus manages. “Jack... Jack had to use the bathroom.”

“That was it,” Tyler confirms. “Just the bathroom.”

Mom hums, unconcerned, and goes back to the stove.

I take a bite of toast. Chew slowly. Let the silence stretch.

“I slept great,” I announce to no one in particular. “Better than I have in months, actually. Really deep. I don’t think I moved all night.”

Ethan chokes on his orange juice.

Jack drops his fork.

“That’s nice, honey,” Mom says without looking up.

“Yeah.” I smile sweetly at my stepbrother, who’s gone pale as a ghost. “I had the most interesting dream, too. But I can’t quite remember it. Isn’t that weird? When you have a really good dream, but you can’t remember the details?”

Ethan excuses himself from the table.

His friends follow.

I finish my breakfast alone, still smiling.

Later that afternoon, I send him a text.

My stepbrother. The boy who organized my “rape.” The boy who fucked me last and hardest and came inside me while calling me his.

I know what you did.

Three dots appear. Disappear. Appear again.

Please don’t tell anyone. Please. I’m so sorry. We were drunk and stupid and – 

I cut him off.

I was awake the whole time.

Nothing.

No response. No dots. Just silence that stretches into minutes.

I send another message.

I came four times. Once for each of you.

Still nothing.

Next time, wake me up first. I want to watch your faces while you fuck me.

A long pause.

Then – 

Friday. 11 PM. Don’t wear underwear.

I smile at my phone.

I’ll leave the door unlocked.