MasukAVAMy eyes roamed my reflection, studying the blue short dress I was wearing, and nodded with an appreciative smile, “I look sexy.” I appraised, feeling proud and confident.I was blessed with beautiful curves that girls would stare and envy whenever I went out.“On my way,” I called my best friend, Lily, to inform her.The background was filled with noise and music, “okay. I’ll be waiting for you.”She was already fun, I noted, ending the call, anticipation brewing inside. I couldn’t wait to go and join her in the fun as well.I stepped downstairs, and headed for the door when that voice called me back. “Where are you going to?”I ignored the voice, continued towards the door.“One more step, Ava, and you’ll regret it.”Something about his voice stopped me in my tracks. Slowly, I turned, reeling in spite and annoyance. “I’m going to a party.”His eyes sized me up in a way that made me feel small, then those steel grey came back up to my face, unsmiling and serious as always.Before
He released my hands, and smacked my butt cheeks, unzipping his jeans and pulling down his briefs. In the small space at the back of his car, he drove into me from behind. “Oh fuck!” I cried out from the force and weight of having his pussy inside me. He started to move, he didn’t stop or slow in consideration. Rather, he made sure I knew this was a hard edged fuck, he pounded into me so hard my body jolted and jerked with each thrust. “Fuck you, Yara,” he groaned, a smack to my butt cheeks, “you wanted to go after him, didn’t you, you slut?” “Oh…fuck,” I grabbed the head rest of the leather seat so I didn’t fall forward from the impact of his dick slamming into my cunt. “Answer me.” Another slap. “Oh yes…ah, yes,” I moaned through the sting of the slap and the pleasure from his cock. This was an angry fuck, I thought. He was making certain I knew this was my punishment for trying to go after Dylan. “I fucking said you’re mine and you went after him, didn’t you?” Another stin
YARA“No!” I shook my head, denying it instantly, “he’s lying. Don’t mind him, Dylan. He’s lying.”God, this was embarrassing and unexpected. Zayn was truly crazy. How could he even say something like that in a party full of people?Thankfully, not many were paying us attention. And the few who did were just as confused as Dylan was right now.“What is he saying, Yara?” Dylan looked at me, expecting me to explain whatever was happening.I shook my head, yet again, “no, it’s not true.” I realized I was denying it not because I felt overly guilty and was trying to save my relationship with Dylan, but it sounded embarrassing to hear Zayn talk about fucking me.He was my stepbrother and whatever that had occurred between us in that room upstairs was forbidden. It wasn’t supposed to happen between siblings — step or not.“It’s not true, you say?” Zayn wasn’t offended, he merely quirked a brow.“No, it’s not true. Don’t say stuff like that.” I pleased silently.“Dylan, I…oh, fuck…” My hand
“Oh fuck…” He moaned deeply, “fuck this.” He muttered through the haze of sheer, undeniable pleasure and increased his pace, his cock digging faster and harder into my pussy. All consideration gone with the wind. And I tried to match his pace and strength. Our moans wrapped together in sexual surrender and a kind of pleasure that was intense and couldn’t be controlled any longer, resulting in a symphony that only us could understand. “Oh fuck!” I cried once the build of pleasure rose to the peak level as it had done before. My pussy glistening and wet from excess pleasure stretched and swallowed him like it was the most natural thing in the world. I could never have imagined that my twenty four year old stepbrother who had grown up in the same house as I had would one day bring me pleasure I couldn’t explain, but could definitely enjoy and even want more. “Oh damn, you little slut. Your pussy is so sweet. Uh… fuck.” His groans came out crude and guttural. “Oh Virgin Mary, your p
YARAI took his cock into my mouth — slowly swallowing inch by inch till all of his cock was in my mouth —and the first thing I tasted was salt…and it was slimy.I drew my mouth back, to see that it was his precum.I’d never sucked a dick before and I didn’t know if I was doing it right, but from the few videos I’d watched to prepare myself for this night, including the tips Phoebe had given me, I combined them to ensure I pleasured him.While he kept my gaze, I could tell from the desire darkening his eyes, he was aroused. Although, he was already aroused before I put my mouth to his dick, I couldn’t tell if sucking his dick was intensifying his arousal.My mouth worked like it never had before. My tongue ran over the length of his cock a bit clumsily. My teeth tried to nibble, but I bit too hard. I quickly corrected that mistake by running my tongue over the are I’d bitten.He didn’t show any signs of pain or discomfort, and I couldn’t decide if it was for my benefit or his.But I k
“Don’t forget to lock the door, Dylan. I don’t want someone barging in.” I pulled my lips from the kiss to say. He nodded agreeably, grabbing my lips again in another hot kiss. Just as he reached out for the door behind me to lock it, my mouths still passionately entangled, it burst open. I jolted from the shock, breaking off the kiss. Then saw it was none other than Zayn. “What the hell is wrong with you, jerk?!” I yelled at him. “Get out.” He commanded Dylan who looked confused and annoyed. “What the hell, man?” My boyfriend faced my stepbrother, his stance defensive, “what’s going on? Why would you barge in here like that and tell me to get out?” “I won’t repeat myself, Dylan. I said get the hell out!” Because he was a bit taller than Dylan, he looked down at him with a sneer. “Fuck that, dude! You…” Dylan’s next choice of words were cut off by a brutal shove that had him reeling and slamming into the wall at the hallway. A gasp escaped me — angry and shocking. Before he c







