Snowbound with My Stepbrother: Part 3

A warm, hard body pressed against my back in the darkness. I stirred slowly, the soft glow of candles flickering across the master bedroom walls. The power was still out, and the storm continued to rage outside.

I felt Jax’s thick cock nudging between my thighs from behind, already rock hard and slick from my wetness.

“Jax…” I whispered, my voice husky with sleep. “What are you doing?”

“Shh,” he murmured against my neck, his breath hot. One strong arm wrapped around my waist, pulling me tighter against him. “I woke up needing you again. Can’t help it, little sis. Your pussy is too addictive.”

Before I could say anything else, he pushed forward, sliding his thick cock into me in one slow, deep stroke. I was still sore from earlier, but so wet that he sank in easily.

“Ahh…fuck!” I gasped, gripping the sheets. The fullness hit me instantly, stretching me wide.

“That’s it,” he groaned low in my ear, starting to thrust slowly. “Wake up with my cock inside you. This is how it should be every night.”

Guilt crashed over me even as pleasure flooded my body. “Jax… we really shouldn’t keep doing this. Mom and Dad… if they ever found out…”

He thrust harder, cutting me off with a moan. “I don’t give a fuck about them right now. You’re mine. This tight pussy is mine.” His hand slid down to rub my clit as he fucked me from behind. “Feel how wet you still are? Your body knows who it belongs to.”

I bit my lip, trying to fight the overwhelming pleasure, but my hips were already pushing back to meet his thrusts. “This is so wrong… you’re my stepbrother…”

“And you’re my little sister who just came three times on my cock earlier,” he growled, biting my shoulder. “Stop fighting it, Elena. Let me claim every fucking inch of you.”

He rolled us so I was on top, straddling him. The candlelight danced across his tattooed chest and abs. “Ride me,” he ordered, gripping my hips. “Show me how bad you need your big brother’s cock.”

I hesitated for a second, guilt twisting in my stomach, but the ache between my legs won. I sank down onto him, taking every thick inch until he was buried to the balls.

“Oh god, Jax…” I moaned, starting to move. “You’re so deep like this.”

“Fuck yes,” he groaned, hands squeezing my ass as I rode him. “Bounce on it, baby. Let me watch those tits move while you fuck your stepbrother.”

I planted my hands on his chest and started riding him harder, the wet sounds of my pussy sliding up and down his cock filling the room. Sweat started to glisten on both of us. He thrust up to meet me, driving even deeper.

“You feel so good,” I gasped, losing myself in the pleasure. “I hate how much I love this.”

He sat up suddenly, wrapping his arms around me and sucking hard on my nipple. “Tell me you love getting fucked by me. Say it.”

“I… I love it,” I moaned, grinding on him desperately. “I love your cock, Jax. Don’t stop.”

He flipped us again without pulling out, putting me face down on the bed in prone bone position. His heavy body covered mine completely as he started pounding me hard, deep strokes that made the bed creak.

“Take it,” he growled, fisting my hair. “Take every inch while I breed this pussy again.”

The angle was insane. His cock hit spots I didn’t even know existed. I cried out into the pillow, pleasure crashing through me.

“I’m gonna come…Jax…I’m coming so hard!”

“Come then,” he snarled, slamming into me faster. “Milk my cock, little sis. Squeeze it while I fill you up.”

My orgasm exploded through me, my pussy spasming wildly around him. I screamed his name into the mattress as waves of pleasure tore through my body. Jax didn’t slow down. He kept fucking me through it, primal and sweaty, until he buried himself deep with a loud groan.

“Fuck…Elena!” Hot cum flooded me again, pulse after pulse filling me until it leaked out around his cock.

We stayed like that for a long moment, both of us panting, bodies slick with sweat. He finally pulled out slowly and rolled me over, pulling me into his arms possessively. His hand rested on my stomach.

“If you get pregnant…” he whispered against my hair, voice dark and serious, “you’re never leaving me.”

I froze in his arms, my heart racing at his words.

Then, in the distance, we heard the low rumble of snowplows cutting through the snow outside.