BANGING MY STEPSISTER

Celeste

A few days had passed since the incident with Carti.

I hadn't called or texted him since that day; I was more concerned about the silent treatment I was receiving from Martins.

It was our parents’ anniversary party today, and I watched him smile at the guests from a distance.

I slowly walked over to where he was.

“Well, you've been quite hard to catch these days”, I attempted to start a conversation with him.

He stared at me blankly for a second before responding.

“What do you want, Celeste?” he asked.

“Nothing, or am I no longer allowed to speak to my little brother again?”

Martins narrowed his gaze at me before smiling.

It wasn't an amused look, a rather bored one.

“Did you enjoy it?”, he threw me a question.

“Huh?” I replied with a puzzled look.

“Did you enjoy having sex with Carti?” he asked once more.

I sighed. “If you feel bad that I let your friend fuck me, then maybe you shouldn't have lost the damn game”

I rolled my eyes afterwards and turned to leave when Martin caught my arm and dragged me back.

Our faces were just a few inches apart, and he looked at me with more anger than I'd ever seen.

“I asked if you enjoyed it”. His voice was colder now.

Something in me wanted to snap back to big sister mode and smack him for speaking this way to me, but I couldn't, not after fucking him.

I'd already crossed the biggest boundary set between us, and there is no undoing it now.

“Yes, I enjoyed it”, I admitted in a low tone.

“Did he fuck better?” he demanded once more, and I went mute.

I couldn't find any answer to the question.

He noticed my silence and probably took it as a yes

“You know what? Don't answer that”, he stepped back a bit and looked around before grabbing me by the arm.

“Let's go somewhere quiet”

Before I could respond, he was already dragging me out of the crowded area.

He led me quietly through the hallway till he got to his room. He pushed the door, and we both stepped in.

“What are we doing, he–

Martins swallowed my words when his lips crashed roughly on mine.

His palm moved up till they held my neck in place as he ate my lips.

He forced my mouth open and slid his tongue into my mouth.

I wrapped my hands around his neck as my head moved up and down due to our rough kissing.

Then he tore his lips away from mine and started tracing his tongue down my neck. He sucked the sensitive spot on my collarbone and bit softly.

I winced in pain and pleasure.

Then he slowly traced his tongue downward before stopping above my bra.

I reached behind my dress to undo the zipper when Martin violently tore my dress from the front.

I hit his chest in anger. “I loved this dress, you jerk”

His gaze met mine, and he looked anything but sorry.

“That's what you get from saying Carti's sex is better than mine”, he said before taking my left nipple in his mouth.

My head fell back in pleasure, and I almost forgot our conversation.

“I never said he fucked better than you”, I mumbled between moans.

His tongue swirled on my hard nipples before he poured his saliva on them and licked it all over again.

“What you said doesn't matter, because after tonight, your pussy would answer, not you!”

Before I could reply, I already felt my back hit the soft mattress, and Martins fell on me and started kissing me all over again.

His arms rested on my bare thighs before they ripped open my lacy panties.

His thumb moved swiftly and circled my pussy, then he added two fingers in at once and started fingering me hard.

He quickly replaced his fingers with his cock.

I didn't even know when he brought out his curved cock until he pushed it into me.

My walls didn't resist, nor did Martin's.

He fucked me like he was angry.

As he thrust deeper, I felt his cap hit my cervix violently.

“Slow down or I'll pass out”, I whimpered.

His eyes were locked on my frail figure beneath him, and he looked pleased with what I'd become.

He lifted my left leg and positioned me to lie sideways, then he entered me again.

His cock slid in and slid out with precision, but still it wasn't better than what Carti had given me.

“You're still not better”, I muttered loud enough for him to hear.

I decided to continue with my taunting.

The moment those words escaped my lips, Martin stopped moving inside me, and he pulled out.

He still hovered over me and stared deeply at me. His frown was gone, and somehow that frightened me.

Still not saying anything, he grabbed me by both my knees and straightened me on the bed till my ass was bare to him.

Then Martin did the one thing I never wanted anyone to do.

He shoved his cock into my asshole, and I stiffened.

At first I couldn't understand what he did until I started feeling sharp pains from there.

I had barely adjusted when I felt him thrusting into the dry hole.

“Martins, stop!” I cried out as moisture gradually formed under my eyes, but he didn't listen.

His palms came down on my ass in a spank, and the sound echoed softly along with the clapping of skin against skin.

He gripped my waist and held it down so my ass arched for him the more.

At this point, he wasn't fucking me; he was banging me.

I felt his cock twitch inside my hole before he shot his release inside me and pulled out.

He fell flat right beside me.

If this was what I got for having sex with Carti, I wonder what'll happen if I did it again.

And suddenly, the only thing on my mind was getting my phone and texting Carti that I was ready for him.

Ready for some real sex!