BANGING MY STEPSISTER

If anything, I didn't expect my younger brother to be fucking my pussy from behind right now.

“God, Martins, you'll kill me”, I moaned as he reached for my breasts and pulled them.

His thrusts kept getting brutal till he finally pulled out and flipped me over.

My back landed on the bed, and I could feel my pussy shuddering.

He entered me again, this time harder and faster.

He then leaned down, while still banging my swollen pussy and kissed my mouth.

I grabbed his neck for support, sliding my tongue inside his mouth, and he sucked on it.

“You're so sweet, sister”, he commented, eating my lips.

I felt a wave of pleasure surge through me, and I knew I was close.

“Please don't stop. Go faster, Martins, I need to cum - -

Just when my release was about to burst through me, Martins pulled out his curved shaft, and I was left hanging.

“What the fuck?” I exclaimed and sat up hastily to meet his gaze.

A wide grin sat on his handsome face, and I frowned.

“Do you think this is funny?” I asked.

“ Actually, I think it's hilarious. You crave your younger brother's cock so bad you get mad at him because he denies you an orgasm”

I gulped down my own saliva at his unfiltered words.

It was the truth.

“Get out!” I said with a firm jaw, slipping back into big sister mode like I wasn't the one who just got fucked by him.

“Fine, fine”, he said, then chuckled.

I watched him do his zipper and fix himself before walking towards the door.

“I'll leave you now to make yourself cum with my picture in your hand. It's what you do best”, he muttered loud enough for me to hear before slamming the door behind him.

“Fucking jerk”, I cursed out loud in frustration.

I tried to sleep, but nothing came. I still needed to release badly, so I did the only thing I knew would work.

The one thing Martins guessed I'd do, and he was right.

I reached for my phone on the bedside table, opened my gallery app and clicked on the video of Martins working out with his sweatpants barely on his waist.

Then my fingers moved slowly to my breasts, and I squeezed softly, my gaze glued to my phone.

I imagined it was my brother's hands on it, and a moan escaped my lips.

Then I lowered my hand to my soaked pussy and caressed myself

I decided to jerk off from just my clit. I was far too ruined to think of fucking myself tonight again.

I started drawing circles on my pulsing clit, and I slowly felt myself shattering again.

I dropped the phone and my second hand found the sheets, and I squeezed hard.

“Fuck, Martins, you're so huge”, a whisper escaped my lips, and I kept rubbing.

Then I finally shattered on my fingers. The salty liquid dripped from my fingers to my sheets before I collapsed on the bed.

I didn't remember much, except that I fell asleep immediately.

*****

The pancakes tasted bland in my mouth as I ate at the breakfast table with my parents.

Shame had just started to settle in my chest from what happened last night. I still couldn't believe I let my younger brother fuck me like a slut.

Martins was only 18, and I practically watched him grow since his mum moved in with my father when he was fifteen.

I felt like a fucking predator and a pedophile.

“Celeste, are you okay, baby?” my stepmom asked, and I faked a smile.

“I'm good, I just have a lot of things I need to get sorted”, I replied.

She nodded with a comforting smile.

My dad just sat in silence, working on his laptop when Martins walked in.

He was shirtless!

“Martins, have some decency and learn to dress well to the breakfast table”, his mum scolded him.

He locked his gaze on mine before speaking. “Come on, mum, it's not like anyone feels threatened by it”

I tore my gaze quickly from him, but it dropped to the band of his sweatpants again.

That tempting V-line and all the veins he worked so hard to achieve.

I finally looked away when he took the seat beside me.

“Good morning, sister”, he said with a smile, and I smiled back.

I couldn't let our parents suspect a thing.

I continued eating, and we were having normal family breakfast conversations when Martin leaned into my ear and whispered.

“I'm sorry about last night. I admit I was a jerk”

My neck cocked sideways, and I whispered back. “Not now, our parents are opposite us. If you're so hell-bent on feeling like a jerk, do it later!”

I scoffed and turned my attention back to my plate when I felt his palm casually rest on my bare lap.

“But I really want to make up for my actions right now”, he whispered again, and I turned my head towards our parents, who were discussing.

I flashed them a smile to act like everything was normal.

“What are you doing, Martins?”

“Tell me to stop and I will”

My mouth opened, but nothing came because, honestly, I didn't want him to stop.

I wanted to feel those palms on my lap; nobody held such power over me except my stepbrother

His soft palms caressed my lap before he lifted my dress and slipped a finger directly inside my moisturized pussy.

My breath hitched as his finger started moving inside me with our parents smiling at each other opposite us.

I stabbed a piece of the pancake when he increased his pace and added an extra finger.

“Are you okay, sweetie?” my Dad faced me, and I nodded.

He returned his attention to his wife.

“Quiet, or they'll catch us”, Martin whispered, still fingering me with his left hand while he ate an apple with the other and acted like everything was totally normal.

Wet sounds erupted from beneath the table, but our parents still didn't suspect a thing.

My hands went down immediately to pull his hands away from my pussy before the whole thing blew out of proportion, but he shifted my hand away from his and continued.

I shot him a glare, and he smirked, still working his fingers through me.

Then suddenly he shoved it in harder, and I whimpered.

Before I could even control it, a moan escaped my lips, and my eyes rolled back.

“Mmnnnm”

Martins pulled his fingers out swiftly, and when I opened my eyes, I met both our parents' eyes on us.

My stepmom's face was the most confused, then she finally spoke.

“Martins, where is your other hand placed?