Stepbrother’s Rules- 4

The next morning I woke up sore but I was in a good mood. My body still remembered every slow, gentle touch from yesterday. Maybe that was the real Jax, the one who held me like a porcelain doll.

I went downstairs in just his oversized t-shirt and decided to cook breakfast. Bacon, eggs, and toast. Something normal to calm my racing mind. The kitchen was bright with sunlight, and I hummed softly while cracking eggs into a bowl.

I didn’t hear him come in.

Strong arms suddenly wrapped around me from behind. Jax pressed his hard body against my back, his hands gripping my hips tightly.

“Morning,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady even though my heart jumped.

He didn’t answer with words. Instead, he pushed the t-shirt up over my ass and yanked my panties down roughly. His fingers slid between my legs immediately.

“Already wet again,” he growled in my ear.

“Jax… wait,” I whispered, glancing toward the hallway. “The maids are still here. They could walk in any second.”

He didn’t care. Two thick fingers pushed inside me hard. I gasped, gripping the edge of the counter.

“Jax, please… they might hear us,” I begged, panic rising in my chest.

“Let them hear,” he snarled, pumping his fingers faster. “Let them know how badly their boss’s son is fucking his new little sister.”

The fear of getting caught only made everything hotter. I was dripping down his hand as he finger-fucked me roughly from behind. My moans grew louder despite trying to stay quiet.

He suddenly spun me around, lifted me onto the kitchen counter, and spread my legs wide. In one brutal thrust, he buried his thick cock deep inside me.

I screamed.

“Fuck! Jax!” He fucked me hard and fast right there on the counter. The sound of our bodies slapping together filled the kitchen. He wasn’t gentle anymore. This was raw, almost angry. His hand gripped my throat lightly as he pounded into me, his hips snapping forward.

“You like that, huh?” he growled. “Getting fucked like a slut on the kitchen counter where anyone could walk in?”

“Yes… oh god, yes!” I moaned loudly, my nails digging into his shoulders.

He sucked hard on my neck, leaving dark red hickeys. Then on my collarbone and breasts, marking me everywhere. Every time I cried out, he fucked me even harder. The counter creaked under us.

Suddenly we heard footsteps in the hallway. One of the maids.

“Shit!” I panicked, eyes wide. “Jax, stop—”

He clapped a hand over my mouth and kept thrusting, slower but still deep. My eyes rolled back as I tried not to moan. The footsteps passed by. When they faded, he removed his hand and fucked me even harder.

“You almost got us caught,” he growled with a dark smile. “You like the risk, don’t you?”

I couldn’t answer. I was too busy trying not to scream.Before I could answer, he pushed two thick fingers inside me hard. I gasped, gripping the counter. The bowl of eggs nearly fell over.

“Jax, please… they might hear,”

“Let them hear,” he snarled, pumping his fingers faster. “Let them know how badly I’m fucking my new little sister.”

He spun me around, lifted me onto the kitchen .

Suddenly we heard footsteps.

One of the maids, a young woman in her thirties, walked into the kitchen carrying cleaning supplies. She froze in the doorway.

I panicked. “Jax... stop—”

But he didn’t. He kept thrusting, slower but still deep, his hand still covering my mouth. The maid’s eyes widened, but instead of running or screaming, she just… stared. Her cheeks flushed. She didn’t look away. There was intrigue in her eyes, almost fascination, as she watched Jax fucking me on the counter.

The thrill of being watched made everything ten times more intense. I moaned against Jax’s cock, my pussy clenching around him.

Jax noticed her too. He smirked darkly but didn’t stop. “Enjoy the show?” he growled, still thrusting into me.

The maid bit her lip, clearly turned on, but she finally backed out of the room without a word, closing the door behind her.

“Fuck,” I whimpered when Jax removed his hand. “She saw us…”

“Good,” he snarled. “Let her watch how I ruin you.”

He pulled out, lifted me off the counter like I weighed nothing, and carried me to the living room. He threw me onto the big sofa, flipped me onto my hands and knees, and slammed back inside me from behind. "Heck everyone can watch, watch how horny my little sister gets me."

I screamed into the cushion as he fucked me even harder. His hand came down on my ass with a loud smack.

“Fuck, Jax! Yes!”

He growled like an animal, gripping my hips bruisingly as he pounded into me. The sofa moved with every thrust. He reached around and rubbed my clit roughly.

Then he pulled out, pushed my upper body down, and spread my ass cheeks. His hot tongue licked from my ass all the way down to my dripping cunt in one long, filthy stroke.

“Oh my fucking god!” I cried out, shaking violently.

He licked me like he was starving, sucking my clit, tongue-fucking my pussy, then moving back up to circle my ass. I was trembling uncontrollably, moaning loudly without caring anymore.

“Jax… I’m gonna cum… please!”

He pushed two fingers into my pussy and sucked hard on my clit. I came violently, screaming his name as my body shook. My legs gave out, but he held me up, still licking me through it.

He flipped me onto my back, threw my legs over his shoulders, and slammed back inside me. He fucked me even harder now, the sofa creaking dangerously. His hand came down on my ass again.

“You’re mine now,” he growled, eyes wild. “This pussy belongs to your stepbrother.”

I came again, screaming so loud my throat hurt. Jax groaned deeply and buried himself to the hilt, filling me with hot, thick cum as his body shook on top of me.

We stayed like that for a long moment, both breathing heavily. He finally pulled out and looked down at me, messy, covered in hickeys, cum leaking out of me.

He smirked. “That’s more like it.”

I could barely speak. My body was still trembling.

“The maid… she saw everything…everyone, they'll know”

Jax leaned down and kissed me roughly. “Let her think about it while she cleans.”