Chapter 4: FAKE FUCKING MY STEPBROTHER 2

At breakfast the next morning, Mom and Andrew sat at the table chatting about their date night. 

Jason and I walked in together. His hand brushed my lower back briefly as we sat down. He took the seat right beside me, thigh pressed firmly against mine.

Mom smiled warmly. “Look at you two, actually sitting together without fighting. This is nice.”

Andrew nodded, pleased. “Finally starting to feel like a real family, huh?”

Jason kept his expression casual. “Yeah, we’re getting along better.” Under the table, his hand slid straight up my bare thigh and under the oversized t-shirt I wore. No panties. His fingers found my slick pussy and rubbed my clit in slow, firm circles.

I gripped my fork tighter, forcing a neutral face.

Mom kept talking about how happy she was that the blended family was working out. Andrew agreed, saying he’d noticed we weren’t arguing as much lately.

Jason pushed two thick fingers deep inside me without missing a beat. I spread my legs a little wider under the table, letting him finger-fuck me while our parents smiled at how “well” we were all getting along.

His thumb circled my clit perfectly as his fingers curled and stroked that sensitive spot inside. My thighs started trembling. The risk of them noticing made everything hotter.

“Be quiet and come for me,” he whispered in my ear while pretending to check his phone.

I bit my lip hard, nodding along as Mom suggested family game night this weekend. My pussy clenched greedily around his thrusting fingers, getting wetter with every pump. Jason didn’t slow down. He scissored his fingers, stretching me right there at the table, thumb rubbing faster on my swollen clit.

Pleasure built fast and sharp. My walls fluttered hard around him.

“That’s my good little slut,” he breathed. “Flood my fingers.”

I came silently, shaking, biting the inside of my cheek as my pussy gushed around his hand. Jason kept slowly pumping through my orgasm, milking every second until my legs felt weak.

Mom glanced over. “Ava, you look a bit flushed. Everything okay?”

“Yeah,” I managed, voice slightly hoarse. “Just… fine.”

Jason pulled his fingers out, casually brought them to his mouth under the table, and licked them clean while staring at me with dark eyes.

Breakfast ended normally. Our parents stayed in the living room afterward, relaxing with coffee and talking about weekend plans. Jason and I cleared the table, but the second we stepped into the kitchen alone, he shoved me against the counter, yanked the t-shirt up, and kicked my legs apart.

“Fuck, I need to be inside you,” he growled quietly.

He thrust into me in one hard stroke, burying his thick cock deep. I moaned into my arm as he started pounding me roughly from behind, one hand clamped over my mouth to keep me quiet.

“This pussy is mine now,” he grunted against my ear, hips slapping silently but forcefully against my ass. “Not pretend anymore.”

I pushed back against every brutal thrust, dripping down my thighs. “Yes… fuck me harder, Jason.”

He reached around and rubbed my clit again, slamming into me deep while we listened to our parents’ voices drifting from the living room. 

“Shhh, quiet,” he growled low against my ear, slowing his hips into long, dragging strokes that made me feel every thick inch stretching me. “You want them to hear what a slut their perfect daughter is for her stepbrother?”

I whimpered, biting my arm. “No… but don’t stop. Please, Jason.”

He chuckled darkly and pulled almost all the way out before sinking back in torturously slow. “Beg better.”

“Jason… please" I whispered desperately, pushing back to take him deeper. “I’ve been touching myself every morning watching you stroke it on camera.”

His grip on my hips tightened. “That’s my dirty little stepsister.” He started fucking me harder again, one hand clamped over my mouth, the other working my clit. The wet sounds of his thick cock sliding in and out filled the kitchen as our parents’ laughter carried from the living room.

“You’re getting wetter every time they laugh,” he taunted, biting my neck. “Come on my cock. Squeeze me.”

I shook my head, trying to hold it off. “Not yet… keep going. Fuck me like you own me.”

Jason groaned quietly and kept the pace deep and steady, pulling my hair to arch my back so he hit that perfect spot over and over. He edged me for what felt like forever — slowing down when I got close, then slamming in hard again. 

I moaned into his palm, legs trembling. Finally I couldn’t hold it. 

I came hard around him, my walls pulsing and gushing as I cried out into his hand. Jason cursed under his breath and thrust deep, filling me with hot, thick spurts while grinding against my ass.

We were still panting, his cock twitching inside me, when Mom’s voice called out from closer. “Kids? Can one of you help me move this couch for movie night?”

Jason smirked, gave my ass a hard slap, and pulled out. 

We fixed our clothes just in time. He leaned in, whispering hot against my ear, “This is just the start.”

Later that evening, the four of us settled in the living room for movie night. 

Lights dimmed, a big shared blanket over me and Jason on the couch while Mom and Andrew sat on the other side, happy we were all bonding so well.

About thirty minutes in, I slipped my hand under the blanket and found Jason’s thigh. 

He was already hard. I wrapped my fingers around his thick cock through his shorts and started stroking him slowly.

Jason tensed beside me but kept his eyes on the screen. “Careful,” he breathed so only I could hear.

I squeezed him tighter, stroking from base to tip with long, firm pulls under the blanket. “You fucked me so good in the kitchen… now it’s my turn to tease you,” I whispered back, my thumb brushing over the head, spreading the precum leaking from him.

He stayed quiet at first, breathing heavier as I worked him.

 I stroked faster, then slower, edging him just like he’d done to me earlier. His cock throbbed hot and heavy in my hand.

“Fuck, Ava,” he muttered under his breath. “You’re going to make me cum right here.”

I smiled in the dark and kept going, twisting my wrist on every upstroke, squeezing the head. His hips twitched slightly, pushing into my fist.

Mom laughed at a scene on the TV. Andrew commented on the plot. They had no idea I was jerking my stepbrother off under the blanket.

Jason’s breathing grew ragged. I stroked him faster, feeling him swell even more in my grip. “You’re so hard for me,” I whispered. “I want to feel you throb when you cum.”

He gripped the blanket tighter. “Keep going… just like that.”

I pumped him relentlessly, prolonging it, slowing down whenever he got too close. His cock was slick with precum, sliding easily in my fist.

Suddenly the pleasure and risk hit me too hard. 

Andrew’s head turned toward us immediately. “Ava? What was that? You alright?”

My heart pounded. Jason’s cock was still twitching in my grip, right on the edge. I kept slowly stroking him under the blanket, not stopping.

“Yeah… sorry,” I said, voice shaky. “The movie just got intense. Scared me a little.”

Andrew frowned slightly, staring at us for a long second. “Sounded like it came from right next to you. Jason, everything okay over there?”

Jason cleared his throat, voice strained. “Yeah, Dad. Just… watching the movie.”

Andrew paused, suspiciously. "Why are you two sharing thesame blanket?”