Sinful Affairs With My Stepbrother 6

The invitation 

Diana’s POV 

Heavy rain hit the roof loudly. The house felt big and empty because my parents were not home . I told myself I would be okay alone, but I was wrong.

Suddenly, the power went out and it became very dark. I felt scared. I have always hated storms. The loud thunder made me feel small and nervous, just like when I was a child.

I stood in the hallway, arms wrapped around myself, trying to steady my breathing . That’s when I heard footsteps. It was heavy and slow. Coming down the stairs. It belongs to Elijah.

He appeared at the bottom step .He was not wearing any shirt . His skin is still wet  from the gym. His black hair grew is also wet .His  jeans  hung low, showing the sharp V of muscle that disappeared under the waistband.

He looked at me. I mean he really looked at me, his eyes were not the usual dark blue color it was dark and hungry. It was feel will desire. His look was enough to make me feel a certain sensation down my core . 

“You’re shaking,” he said. 

“I’m not,” I lied. My teeth chattered.

At that moment Lightning flashed. White light lit his face, and his sharp jaw, his full lips curved in that annoying half smile he always wore when he knew he had me.

“You always shake during storms,” he said. “Remember when you were moved in newly ? You crawled into my bed and pretended you were sleepwalking.”

My face turned red . “Stop teasing me Elijah .”

“You’re not the same girl anymore ” His eyes dropped to my wet shirt. The thin cotton clung to my breasts, my nipples hard from the cold and  something else. “Come upstairs. My room’s warmer and  safer.”

I swallowed. “I don’t need your help.”

Thunder roared  loudly . I flinched hard and couldn't hide it.

Elijah stepped closer. He was close  enough I could smell him the sweat, his clean soap, that dark, male scent that always made my stomach flip even when I hated him.

“You’re scared,” he whispered. “I can feel it. Let me take care of you tonight.”

His hand lifted . He gave me time to back away.I didn’t.

His fingers brushed my wrist. I felt an electric shock at that moment “Come on, little sis,” he said softly. “Just to wait out the storm. Promise I won’t bite unless you ask.”

My pulse increased louder than the rain.I let him pull me up the stairs.

His room smelled like him it has a big bed. Black sheets. One lamp on low, casting gold shadows over his body.

He shut the door and locked  it.The click sounded final.

He turned to me. “Take off the wet shirt. You’re freezing.”

My hands shook as I grabbed the hem of my shirt . I pulled  it over my head. Dropped it. I stood there in my thin lace bra and jeans, skin prickling under his stare.

His eyes ate me up. “Fuck, Diana . Look at you.”

He stepped forward. His big  hands cupped my face. Thumbs stroked my cheeks. Then his mouth was on mine.

The kiss was slow at first. His lips are soft, tasting like rain and sin. Then he deepened it tongue sliding in, claiming, hungry. I moaned into his mouth. Couldn’t help it.

He walked me backward until my legs hit the bed. I sat down on the edge of the bed. He stood between my thighs, towering over me.

“You’ve been teasing me for years,” he murmured against my lips. “Tiny shorts in the kitchen. Bending over to pick things up when you know I’m watching. Pretending you hate me.”

“I do hate you,” I breathed.

He smiled against my neck. “Liar.”

His hands slid down my sides. I felt his rough palms over my ribs. Cupped my breasts through the lace. His thumbs circled my nipples until they ached.

“You’re so hard for me already,” he whispered. “These pretty little nipples begging.”

He unhooked my bra and Let it fall. He ent to my chest level and took one peak into his hot mouth. Sucked hard. Tongue flicking. Teeth grazing just enough to sting.

I gasped and arched  into him. My Fingers tangling in his wet hair.

He switched to the other breast. Same torture. Same pleasure.

Then he dropped lower.

Kneeled between my legs.

“Look at me,” he ordered.

I did. Couldn’t look away.

He popped the button on my jeans. Dragged the zipper down slowly . Pulling  jeans and panties down together. Lifted one foot, then the other. And left me bare.

Spread my thighs with strong hands.

“Fuck,” he groaned. “You’re dripping. So wet for your stepbrother.”

His thumb brushed my clit. Light. Teasing.

I whimpered .

“Tell me what you want,” he said.

“You,” I whispered. Shame and need twisted inside me. “I want you.”

He leaned in. Placed his tounge  flat against my slit. Licked slow from bottom to top. Circled my clit. Sucked it into his mouth.

I cried out. My hips bucking.

He held me down. His fingers  digging into my thighs. Ate me like he die if he stopped. Tongue fucking inside me. Then back to my clit fast flicks, hard sucks.

I came hard. Screaming his name. Legs shaking. My whole body was shaking 

He didn’t stop. Kept licking through it. Licking  up every drop.

When I finally collapsed, panting, he stood.

I felt his jeans  open. His  cock is  thick, long, hard.Its vein  standing out. The tip wet with precum .

He stroked himself once. His Eyes on mine.

“On your knees,” he said.

I slid off the bed. Kneeled in front of him.

“Look up at me.”

I did.

“Open.”

I parted my lips.

He fed his cock into my mouth. Inch by inch. It felt Heavy on my tongue. It tastes salty and hot.

“Take it all,” he growled.

I tried. Gagged a little. He groaned. Hand in my hair. Guiding me.

“Suck it like you hate me,” he said.

I did. I tried my best to take everything in . My hand stroked what I couldn’t fit.

He fucked my mouth slow at first. Then faster. Deeper. Hitting the back of my throat.

Tears ran down my cheeks. I loved it.

“Fuck, yes,” he hissed. “Good girl. Choke on your stepbrother’s cock.”

He pulled out suddenly. Hauling me up. Spinning me around. Bending me over the bed.

Ass up. Face down.

He kicked my legs wider.

Rubbed the head of his cock through my folds. Teasing my entrance.

“Beg,” he said.

“Please,” I whimpered. “Fuck me. Please, Elijah.”

He slammed in. One brutal thrust. Filling me completely.

I screamed. Pleasure so sharp it hurt.

He didn’t wait. Just pounded hard, deep, relentless. Skin slapping. The bed  shaking.

His hand wrapped my hair. Pulled my head back.

“Say it,” he growled.

“I’m yours,” I gasped.

“Louder.”

“I’m yours Fuck yours ”

He slapped my ass. Hard. Thrust deeper.

“Gonna fill you up,” he said. “No pulling out. Gonna breed this tight little pussy. Make you swell with my baby.”

The words made me clench around him. Harder.

He groaned. “You like that? Want your stepbrother’s cum deep inside?”

“Yes,” I moaned. “God yes.”

He fucked me faster. His fingers  finding my clit. Rubbing fast circles.

I came again. Hard this time around . Squeezing him. Milking him.

He followed. Growled my name. Pulsed hot and thick inside me. Filling me until it leaked down my thighs.

We collapsed. Sweaty. Panting. Bodies tangled.

Rain still pounded outside.

He pulled me against his chest. His arm locked around my waist like he’d never let go.

Then he reached for his phone.

Lit the screen. And showed me a video of us . Of what happened just now . My heart stopped.

“I recorded it,” he said quietly. “Every second.”

I stared. Cold fear mixing with the afterglow.

“Why?” My voice cracked.

He kissed my temple. Soft. Wrong.

“Because you’re mine now,” he whispered. “If you try to run if you tell anyone  this goes to your dad. To my mom. To the whole fucking world. They’ll see what a dirty little slut you are for your stepbrother.”

His hand slid between my legs. Fingers pushing his cum back inside me.

“But if you stay if you let me fuck you every night let me breed you I’ll keep you safe. I’ll delete it one day. When you’re too addicted to leave.”

He turned my face to his.“Choose, little sis.”

I didn’t answer.

But I didn’t pull away.

My body still with him inside me. And that scared me more than the storm ever could.