MY STEPBROTHER’S ORGY PARTY

FREYA

This is the worst idea I’ve ever had.

I’m standing in the doorway of a mansion that reeks of weed, expensive liquor, and sex — the unmistakable musk of sweat and cum hanging thick in the air — and my pussy is already throbbing.

I’ve never seen anything like this.

“Relax,” Mia hisses, tugging my arm. “You look like you’re about to pass out.”

She has no idea.

“I might.”

Jade laughs, already scanning the crowd. “Babe, this is going to be fun. Trust us.”

Fun. Right. Because crashing my stepbrother’s secret party, which (by the way) I only found out about because Mia let it slip after three margaritas, is the definition of fun.

I’ve wanted Jace Kincaid since the day his father married my mother four years ago. I was sixteen. He was nineteen, home from college for the summer, walking around shirtless with gray sweatpants hanging low on his hips. The outline of his cock was visible every fucking time.

It looked like a really really big cock.

I used to lock myself in my room after seeing him. Press my face into my pillow and finger myself until I came so hard I saw stars, biting down on the fabric so no one would hear me moan his name.

He knew what he did to me. That’s why he’s always treated me like I’m invisible.

He’s also been one of the cool kids since he was a senior in high school, and I’ve been “virgin Freya” for as long as I can remember.

I’m twenty now, and I’m tired of coming on my own fingers while thinking about him.

So when Mia mentioned the party — the one Jace hosts twice a year, invitation only, for people who like to “play” — I made her bring me.

I didn’t know what “play” meant until right now.

“Holy shit,” Jade breathes. “Is that—”

I follow her gaze and my stomach drops.

The living room is massive, dimly lit, with naked bodies…people everywhere.

A girl is bent over the couch, her tits bouncing with every thrust as a guy I vaguely recognize pounds into her from behind, his balls slapping against her clit with each stroke. She’s drooling onto the leather, eyes rolled back, moaning like a whore.

Two women are in the corner, one sitting on the other’s face, grinding her pussy against her mouth while pinching her own nipples.

And there, in the center of it all, on a raised platform like some kind of throne—

Jace.

He’s shirtless, jeans unbuttoned, kneeling between a blonde’s spread thighs. Her legs are hooked over his shoulders and his face is buried in her cunt, tongue fucking into her while his fingers pump in and out, glistening wet.

The sounds are obscene. Wet, sloppy, desperate. She’s fisting his hair, fucking herself against his mouth, her clit swollen and red.

For some reason, I can hear her over all the loud music.

“Oh god — oh FUCK — right there, Jace, don’t stop—”

She comes with a scream, squirting all over his face, her thighs clamping around his head. He laps at her through it, drinking her down like he’s dying of thirst.

My panties are ruined. Absolutely soaked through.

Then he lifts his head.

And looks directly at me.

My breath stops. My clit throbs so hard it hurts.

He doesn’t react. Doesn’t blink. Just wipes his mouth with the back of his hand — his chin still dripping with her cum — stands, and flips the blonde onto her stomach.

His jeans drop, and his cock springs free.

I nearly choke on my breath.

I’ve always dreamt of it, but I’ve never…never seen it so up close.

He’s huge. Thick, veined, the head flushed and angry. He has to be at least nine inches, curving slightly upward, and when he fists himself and lines up with her entrance, I watch a bead of precum drip onto her ass.

He slams into her without warning.

She screams, and He groans. And then he’s fucking her in brutal, punishing strokes that make her whole body jolt forward with each thrust.

The sound of skin slapping skin fills the room. His balls are heavy and full, smacking against her pussy with every stroke.

And he’s looking at me.

The whole time. Every thrust. His abs flexing, sweat dripping down his chest, jaw clenched tight, and his eyes burning into mine like he’s imagining it’s MY pussy stretched around his cock.

I’m so wet I can feel it dripping down my inner thighs.

The blonde is sobbing now, clawing at the cushions, her pussy making obscene squelching sounds as he rails her.

“Gonna come,” he grunts. “Gonna fill this pussy up—”

He slams deep and holds, his whole body shuddering, and I watch his cock pulse as he pumps her full of cum. It leaks out around his shaft, dripping down her thighs, pooling on the platform beneath them.

And he’s still staring at me.

I’ve never been this wet in my life. My clit is throbbing, my nipples are so hard they ache, and I’m one touch away from coming in the middle of this crowded room.

“Ladies.” A deep voice cuts through my haze. One of Jace’s friends — tall, dark-skinned, gorgeous, with a bulge in his pants that makes my mouth water — appears beside us.

“First time? You’re still dressed.”

Mia giggles. “Not for us. But her…”

His eyes rake down my body, lingering on my hard nipples pressing through my dress.

“You want in? Dresses off, then you take shots first. Only after that…” he winks at me. “we’ll see where the night takes you.”

Jade’s already unzipping, revealing pierced nipples and a completely bare pussy. Mia shimmies out of her skirt, her ass round and perfect, a tiny thong disappearing between her cheeks.

They both look at me.

“You don’t have to,” Jade whispers. “We know you’re still—”

“I want to.”

Jace has pulled out of that blonde — his cock still semi-hard, glistening with their combined cum — and he’s watching me with an expression that makes my pussy clench.

I pull my dress over my head.

Cool air hits my bare skin. I’m wearing a black lace thong, already soaked through, and nothing else. My tits are heavy, nipples dark pink and painfully hard. I feel exposed. Terrified.

Dripping.

The friend’s eyes go dark. “Fuck.” His hand reaches out, fingertips circling my nipple, tugging gently. “You’re perfect.”

I barely feel it.

Suddenly, from the corner of my right eye, I see him.

Jace is storming across the room, shoving his friend aside so hard he stumbles. He grabs my arm with bruising force.

“What the FUCK are you doing here?”

“You didn’t invite me, so I found some friends who did.”

“Jesus Christ, Freya. I didn’t invite you because you don’t BELONG here.” He’s seething, chest heaving, and his cock is hardening again.

Is it for me?

“Go home, Freya.”

“No.”

“This isn’t a game—”

“Then stop treating me like a child.” I step closer, my bare tits brushing his chest. “I’ve been fucking myself to the thought of you for four years, Jace. And you know it. You caught me that night, I know.”

Both shock and realization flicker in his gaze.

“I’m done pretending. So, if you’re not going to fuck me, I’ll find myself someone who will.”

His nostrils flare. His grip tightens. He yanks me closer until his cock presses against my stomach, hot and thick through his jeans.

“You want to play with the big boys?” His voice drops to a growl, lips brushing my ear. “Fine. But if you stay, I’m going to fuck you until you can’t walk. I’m going to ruin your tight little virgin pussy and fill you so full of my cum it drips out of you for days.”

I should run. He is my stepbrother, this is the last thing on earth I should be doing.

Yet, I press my hips forward, grinding against his cock.

“Promise?”