Chapter 3: FAKE FUCKING MY STEPBROTHER (1)

The plan was to fake a date and get our parents divorced, but here we are, fucking the hell out of each other. 

"Ahhh. Ahh. Ahh." My moans came with each of  Jason's thrust.

The bed creaked loud under us,  I could barely think straight, only the moans and the sound of our skin on skin.

This was supposed to be fake. Just pretend. But fuck...

"I.. I love these holes, Ava." Jason gasped, gripping my thighs tighter, pushing my legs wider apart. 

His cock slammed in and out, fast and rough, hitting that sweet spot inside me over and over. 

I grabbed his shoulders, nails digging into his skin.

“Jason..."

He looked down at me, blue eyes dark with hunger. "Yes. I love the way you moan my name like a whore."

"Yes... don’t stop. Harder.”

He growled and fucked me even deeper, one hand sliding up to pinch my nipple. 

I moaned loud, my tits bouncing with every thrust. 

Seven months ago, Mom married his dad, Andrews, just after my father's horrible death. 

She didn't think of my feelings and Jason's dad just got out of a divorce with his wife. They were both senseless and reckless.

But the moment I saw Jason... tall, hulky and insanely handsome, my stomach flipped.

He looked at me with those blue eyes....like he wanted to eat me alive.

We fought a lot at first, hated each other and other stupid arguments about nothing even though my mind cooks up dirty thoughts about him.

I got jealous the day I saw him with his girlfriend. Out of spite, I sent her threatening messages anonymously. 

Still after the break up, Jason was still indifferent so I planted a spy camera in his bathroom where I watch him bath every morning... His hand sliding up and down his eight inch cock.

We fought still, but he never knew how I used to touch myself whole watching him bath. 

But late at night when our parents were hosting their shameless marriage anniversary, I caught I’d  staring at my ass when I walked by.

And when I accidentally  brush against him in the kitchen, the fake relationship idea sparked up. 

Our parents were so obsessed with this happy blended family bullshit.  Always pushing family dinners, game nights, vacations together and then the anniversary... So Jason and I came up with the idea — Fake a date. 

We act like we’re together and let them catch us in the act and make them so shocked and angry they’d break up.

Tonight was supposed to be step one. 

Mum and his dad  were out on their fancy date night and we panned to pretend we were fuckin if we heard them arrive.

But the second we got into action after their arrival, Jason kissed me like he was starving.

His mouth crashed against mine, tongue pushing deep as he backed me toward the bed.

I tried to push him away, whispering frantically, “Jason… this is just an act, remember?” 

But God knows I had always wanted this. 

My hands betrayed me, fisting his shirt instead of pushing him back. 

He growled against my lips and yanked my shirt over my head, tossing it aside before shoving me down onto the mattress.

He was on me instantly, mouth devouring mine again while his hands roughly squeezed my tits, pinching my nipples until I moaned into his kiss. 

He broke away only to trail hot, open-mouthed kisses down my neck, sucking hard enough to leave marks. 

One of his hands slid between my thighs, rubbing my pussy through my soaked panties.

“Already this wet for me?” he taunted, voice low and rough. He pushed the fabric aside and sank two thick fingers into me without warning, pumping them fast while his thumb circled my swollen clit.

I arched off the bed, gasping. “Jason….fuck…”

He added a third finger, stretching me, curling them against that spot that made stars burst behind my eyes.

 His mouth moved lower, sucking one nipple hard while his fingers fucked me relentlessly. 

The wet, obscene sounds of his hand working my pussy filled the room. 

I was grinding against his palm, desperate for more, when he suddenly pulled his fingers out and shoved them into my mouth.

“Taste how much you want this,” he ordered. I sucked his fingers clean, moaning at my own tangy flavor. 

Jason’s eyes darkened with lust, he stripped off the rest of my clothes, then his own, revealing his massive eight-inch cock, hard and leaking.

He pushed my legs wide apart and buried his face between them. 

His tongue licked broad stripes up my slit before focusing on my clit, sucking it into his mouth while two fingers plunged back inside me.

 I grabbed his hair, thighs clamping around his head as he ate me like a man possessed — licking, sucking, and finger-fucking me until I was shaking and whimpering his name.

Just when I was about to come, he pulled back, wiped his glistening mouth with the back of his hand, and climbed over me. 

He rubbed the thick head of his cock up and down my dripping folds, teasing my entrance.

“Tell me you want my dick,” he demanded.

“I want it… please, Jason.”

He slammed into me in one brutal thrust, burying himself to the hilt. 

We both groaned at the feeling. And now, here we were on my bed, nakedly fucking like animals.

He leaned down, sucking hard on my neck while his hips kept pounding. “This pussy was made for me, right?"

“It’s yours,” I whimpered, legs shaking around his waist. 

“Jason… Make me yours.”

I don't know what prompted his sudden obsession but whatever it was I don't want it to stop.

He fucked me deep and hard, the bed creaking loudly with every thrust.

His heavy balls slapped against my ass as he drove into me, grinding his pelvis against my clit on every stroke. 

One hand gripped my hip hard enough to bruise while the other played with my bouncing tits, pinching and tugging my nipples. 

Sweat slicked our bodies as the room filled with the wet sounds of his cock slamming into my soaked pussy.

“Such a tight little slut for me,” he groaned, picking up speed. He hooked one of my legs over his shoulder, folding me in half so he could go even deeper.

 The new angle made me cry out, nails raking down his back.

 Every powerful thrust hit that perfect spot inside me, sending waves of pleasure crashing through my body.

“Fuck, Ava… you feel so fucking good,” he panted, leaning down to bite my lower lip. “Been thinking about this pussy every time I stroked my cock in the shower, knowing you were watching.”

His confession made me clench around him. “So the hatred for me was fake?” 

Jason smirked. “Who hates an ass as big as yours?”

Then and fucked me harder, pounding me into the mattress like he was trying to ruin me for anyone else.

 Jason flipped us suddenly, putting me on top. 

I gasped as I sank down on his thick cock, taking him even deeper. “Ride me, mad, stepsister. Show me what I gain from showing you my nakedness every morning."

"What?" I stopped, his cock still inside me. "You..You knew I've been watching you?"

"You make it so obvious, slut." He chuckled and slid me up. "Ride me madd..."

I braced my hands on his chest and started moving up and down, grinding my clit against him with every roll of my hips. 

Jason’s hands grabbed my ass, squeezing hard, guiding me faster.

“Like that?” I breathed, looking down at his face. His jaw was tight, eyes locked on my bouncing tits.

“Fuck yes, just like that. You look so hot on my cock.” He reached up and pinched both nipples, making me cry out. 

Pleasure twisted tight in my belly. I rode him harder, my moans getting louder. “Jason... I’m close. Don’t stop touching me.”

He sat up suddenly, wrapping one arm around my back, holding me close while the other slipped between us. His thumb found my clit and rubbed fast circles. “Come for me, Ava. Come all over my dick.”

I buried my face in his neck, breathing hard. The pressure built fast — his cock stretching me, his thumb on my clit, his mouth sucking on my shoulder. “Oh god... Jason!”

My pussy clenched around him as I came hard, shaking, waves of pleasure crashing through me. Jason cursed and thrust up into me a few more times before he groaned loud and spilled inside me, hot and deep.

We stayed like that for a minute, breathing heavy, bodies sticky with sweat. I could feel his heart pounding against mine.

Jason kissed my temple, then pulled back a little to look at me. “That was supposed to be pretend, huh?” he said with a smirk, voice still rough.

I laughed softly, still catching my breath. “Yeah... clearly the plan went off the rails.”

He brushed hair out of my face, his touch surprisingly gentle after how rough we’d been. “My dad and your mum must be asleep." 

I nodded, but inside my chest felt tight. 

This fake thing already feels way too real at the first trial.