Merry Christmas, stepbro

The Christmas lights twinkled through the frosted window of my apartment, casting a warm glow over the living room. I'd just finished wrapping presents for my family get-together tomorrow, but the chill in the air made me pull my robe tighter.

A soft knock echoed from the door, unexpected this late. I glanced at the clock, midnight on Christmas Eve. Who the hell?

"Who's there?" I called, my voice steady despite the flutter in my stomach.

I'd felt watched lately, shadows lingering outside my window, notes slipped under my door. It thrilled me in a twisted way, especially since the fantasies that plagued my nights starred someone forbidden: my stepbrother, Alex.

We'd grown up together after our parents married, but the tension between us had always simmered, stolen glances, accidental touches that lingered too long. At twenty-two, I was curvy, with long auburn hair and full lips that begged to be kissed, and I'd jerked off thinking of him claiming me, rough and unrelenting.

"It's me, Lily. Open up," a muffled voice replied, deep and familiar.

My heart raced. Alex? Here?

I unlocked the door, peeking out. There he stood, snowflakes melting in his dark hair, cheeks flushed from the cold. His coat was dusted white, and those piercing blue eyes locked on mine, intense. "Alex? What are you doing here? It's freezing."

He stepped inside without asking, closing the door behind him. The scent of pine and his cologne filled the space. "Couldn't sleep. Thought I'd check on you. Alone on Christmas Eve?" His gaze roamed my body, lingering on the way my robe hugged my hips.

I swallowed, heat pooling between my legs. I'd always wanted this…him, invading my space, taking what I'd dreamed of giving. "I'm fine. But... those notes. The watching. Was that you?"

He froze, then smirked, shrugging off his coat. Underneath, a fitted sweater clung to his muscled chest. "Maybe. You've been on my mind, Lily. Every fucking night."

My breath hitched. "Stalker much? But... I liked it. Knowing someone wanted me that bad." I stepped closer, the robe parting slightly to reveal the lace of my nightie underneath. My nipples hardened against the fabric.

His eyes darkened, jaw clenching. "You have no idea. Watching you undress, touching yourself through the window... it drove me insane." He reached out, fingers grazing my arm, sending sparks through me.

"Show me," I whispered, bold now, my pussy already aching. "Show me how bad you want me, stepbro." The word hung dirty in the air, taboo and electric.

That broke him. He grabbed my waist, yanking me against him. His mouth crushed mine, tongue thrusting in, claiming every inch. I moaned, tasting whiskey on him, my hands fisting his sweater. He kissed like he owned me, rough bites on my lower lip, hands roaming to squeeze my ass through the robe.

"Fuck, Lily," he growled against my neck, sucking hard, marking me. "I've jerked off to you so many times. Imagined bending you over, fucking that tight pussy raw."

I shivered, pressing my tits against his chest. "Do it then. I've wanted your cock inside me since we were teens. Fuck your stepsister like the slut I am for you."

He ripped the robe open, buttons scattering. My nightie was thin, and he shoved it up, exposing my bare pussy—no panties tonight, just for the fantasy of him.

His fingers dove between my thighs, finding me soaked. "Dripping already. Such a needy little whore." He plunged two fingers in, pumping hard, thumb grinding my clit.

I gasped, legs buckling, grabbing his shoulders. "Yes, Alex! Finger-fuck me. Make me cum on your hand." The wet sounds filled the room, holiday music faintly playing from the radio, mocking our sin.

He curled his fingers, hitting that spot inside, and I shattered, pussy clenching, juices squirting over his palm. "That's it, soak me," he rasped, licking his fingers clean, eyes feral. "Taste so sweet. Now, on your knees."

I dropped eagerly, the carpet rough under my skin. My hands tugged at his belt, freeing his cock. It was thick, veined, longer than I'd imagined, the head swollen and leaking pre-cum. I licked my lips, staring up at him. "I want to suck you. Feed me your dick, stepbro."

He gripped my hair, guiding my mouth to him. "Open wide. Take every inch." I did, lips stretching around his girth, tongue lapping the underside as I bobbed. He thrust deeper, hitting my throat, making me gag. Saliva dripped down my chin, but I sucked harder, hollowing my cheeks, one hand cupping his balls, rolling them.

"Fuck, your mouth... better than my fantasies," he grunted, hips snapping. "Look at you, choking on your stepbrother's cock. Dirty girl, slobbering like that."

The degradation made my pussy throb. I hummed around him, vibrations pulling a moan from deep in his chest. He fucked my face faster, balls slapping my chin, until he pulled out, stroking himself. "Not cumming in your mouth yet. Want to fill that cunt first."

He hauled me up, spinning me toward the couch. I bent over the arm, ass up, pussy exposed and glistening under the Christmas tree lights. The ornaments twinkled as he smacked my ass, the sting blooming heat. "Spread your cheeks. Show me that hole."

I obeyed, fingers digging into my flesh, presenting myself. "Please, Alex. Fuck me. Stretch my pussy with your big cock."

He rubbed the head along my slit, teasing my entrance. "Beg louder. Tell me how bad you want your stalker's dick."

"I need it! Pound my stepsister pussy. Ruin me!" I cried, pushing back.

He slammed in, burying himself balls-deep in one thrust. I screamed, the fullness burning sweet, his thickness splitting me open. He didn't wait, pounding relentlessly, hips slapping my ass, the couch creaking.

"So fucking tight," he groaned, hands gripping my hips, bruising. "This pussy was made for me. Clenching like a vice."

I rocked back, meeting every thrust, tits bouncing free from the nightie. "Harder! Fuck me like you've watched me, like you own me." One hand reached under, pinching my nipple, twisting until I whimpered.

The room echoed with our filth, wet smacks, my moans, his grunts. The fire crackled in the hearth, warming our sweat-slicked skin. He reached around, fingers finding my clit, rubbing circles that made stars burst behind my eyes.

"Cum on my cock, Lily. Milk me dry," he demanded, voice strained.

I did, walls spasming, orgasm ripping through me, pussy gushing around him. "Yes! Filling me up... don't stop!"

He kept thrusting through it, prolonging the waves until I was trembling. "Gonna breed you. Pump this cunt full of my cum."

"Do it! Cum inside your stepsister," I begged, the taboo pushing me higher.

He roared, hips stuttering, hot spurts flooding me deep. I felt every pulse, warmth overflowing, dripping down my thighs as he ground in, emptying himself.

We panted, his chest against my back, but he wasn't done. He pulled out, cum leaking from my pussy, and flipped me onto the couch, spreading my legs wide. "Look at that creampie. My seed in you." He dropped between my thighs, tongue lapping at my folds, sucking his own cum mixed with my juices.

I arched, hands in his hair. "Oh god, eat me out. Lick your cum from my pussy, Alex." His tongue delved deep, fucking me with it, then circled my clit, sucking hard. Fingers joined, three now, stretching me as he devoured.

The overstimulation built fast, another climax coiling. "Finger my ass too. I want everything from you."

He slicked a finger with our mess, pressing it into my tight rear. The double penetration made me buck, pleasure-pain exploding. "Take it, slut. Ass and pussy filled."

I came again, squirting on his face, body convulsing as he lapped it up greedily.

Wiping his chin, he stood, cock hard once more, glistening. "On the floor, by the tree. Ass up. I want to fuck that virgin hole."

Trembling, I crawled to the rug beneath the twinkling lights, presents scattered around. Ass presented, I looked back. "Be gentle at first? But then... wreck it."

He knelt behind, rubbing his cock along my pussy for lube, then pressed the head to my ass. "Relax, Lily. Push back on your stepbro's dick." Inch by inch, he pushed in, the stretch intense, burning. I breathed through it, moaning as he bottomed out.

"So tight... fuck," he hissed, holding still until I adjusted. Then he started thrusting, slow builds to hard slams, one hand fisting my hair, pulling my head back.

"Yes! Fuck my ass! Deeper!" I reached under, rubbing my clit, the fullness driving me wild. His free hand spanked me, alternating cheeks, the slaps echoing with our grunts.

"You love it, don't you? Stepsister taking it in the ass on Christmas." He pounded faster, balls slapping my pussy.

"I do! Cum in my ass, Alex!" The angle hit every nerve, and I shattered, ass clenching around him, pussy untouched but pulsing.

He followed, groaning loud, flooding my ass with another load, hot and deep. We collapsed amid the wrapping paper, his body covering mine, possessive.

As our breathing slowed, he kissed my shoulder. "I've wanted this forever. No more stalking…just us, fucking whenever we want."

I turned, smiling wickedly, cum still leaking from both holes. "Merry Christmas, stepbro. Best gift ever."

But the night wasn't over. He carried me to the bedroom, the snow falling outside. There, under the sheets, he took me again, missionary this time, slow and deep, whispering dirty promises. "Your pussy's addicted now. Gonna fuck you every holiday, every chance."

I wrapped my legs around him, nails digging into his back as he thrust. "Promise? Fuck me again. Make me yours."

He did, cumming inside once more, sealing our forbidden bond. Exhausted, we tangled together, the taste of sin lingering like eggnog on our tongues.