PART 2: Seducing My Stepbrother

SEDUCING MY STEPBROTHER

Chapter 2: I want you.

Sleep wouldn't come. The sheets felt too hot, too confining. Every time I closed my eyes, I relived the kitchen: his finger inside me, that filthy praise, the way he'd tasted me on his skin.

I tossed, turned, thighs rubbing together for relief that never came.

Around 1 a.m., I gave up. Slipped out in just my tank and boy shorts — thin, useless barriers. The hallway was dark, silent except for the hum of the AC.

His door was ajar. Light from his bedside lamp spilled out.

I told myself I was just checking if he was asleep.

Bullshit.

I pushed the door wider.

Alex was on his bed, propped against the headboard, laptop open but ignored. Sweatpants tented obscenely. He was stroking himself lazily over the fabric, eyes half-lidded.

Then he saw me.

Didn't stop.

"Mia." Voice gravel-rough. "Couldn't stay away?"

I stepped inside. Door clicked shut. "I... couldn't sleep."

He set the laptop aside. "Come here."

My feet moved on their own. Stopped at the edge of the bed.

He reached out, tugged me closer until I stood between his spread knees. "Look at you. Shaking."

His hands slid up my thighs, thumbs brushing the hem of my shorts. "Tell me what you want."

"You," I breathed. "I want you."

He growled, yanking me onto his lap. Straddling him. His cock pressed hard against my core through the thin layers. I rocked instinctively, whimpering at the friction.

"Fuck yes." His hands gripped my ass, guiding my hips in slow grinds. "Feel how hard you make me? Been like this since you walked in the door."

His mouth claimed mine again — deeper, hungrier. One hand slipped under my tank, cupping my breast, thumb flicking my nipple until I cried out into his kiss.

He broke away, breathing ragged. "Lift up."

I did. He tugged my shorts down, panties with them. Exposed. Dripping.

"Beautiful," he murmured, fingers tracing my slit. "So fucking wet for me."

Two fingers plunged in — no warning. I gasped, head falling back. He pumped slow, curling to hit that spot that made stars burst.

"Look at me," he ordered.

I did. His eyes were dark, possessive.

"You're mine this weekend. No one else's. Say it."

"I'm yours," I moaned as he added a third finger, stretching me.

"Good." He leaned in, tongue flicking my nipple through the fabric. "Gonna make you come like this first. Then I'm gonna fuck you until you scream my name."

His thumb found my clit, circling. Pressure perfect. I bucked, riding his hand shamelessly.

"Come for me, baby. Let your stepbrother feel how tight you squeeze when you fall apart."

I shattered — hard, loud, biting my lip to muffle it. Waves crashing, body trembling.

He didn't stop. Kept stroking through it, drawing it out until I was whimpering, oversensitive.

Then he flipped us. Me on my back, him looming.

"Part those legs wider." Voice commanding.

I obeyed.

He stripped his sweatpants. Cock sprang free — thick, veined, dripping pre-cum. My mouth watered.

"Not tonight," he said, reading my mind. "Tonight I taste you."

He dropped between my thighs, breath hot against my core. Tongue flat, licking a long stripe from entrance to clit.

I cried out.

He devoured me — sucking, flicking, tongue fucking deep. Fingers joining, curling again. Building me back up fast.

"Alex— oh Gosh—"

"Scream it," he growled against me. "Let the whole house know who owns this pussy."

I came again — harder, back arching, fingers in his hair, pulling him closer.

He licked me through it, greedy, until I pushed him away, boneless.

He crawled up, kissing me so I tasted myself on his tongue.

"Tomorrow," he promised, voice wrecked. "I'm burying myself so deep you'll feel me for days."

He pulled the covers over us, holding me against his chest. Hard cock still pressed to my ass.

"Sleep, Mia. You're gonna need it."

I drifted off marked, aching, addicted.

Already ruined.