FORBIDDEN SPARKS 6🔥

Chapter 6: Morning Aftermath

ALEXANDER

The door handle turned. Cassandra’s eyes went huge with panic as she sat on my lap, my cock still buried deep inside her, cum leaking everywhere. I clamped my hand over her mouth fast and pulled us both backward behind the bed.

“Mom, wait one second,” Cassandra called out, her voice shaky. “I’m… changing clothes real quick.”

I whispered right against her ear, “Don’t move.” My dick twitched inside her again even with the terror. She squeezed around me involuntarily.

Mom’s voice came through the door. “Okay honey, but make it fast. I want to talk about your classes before bed.”

Cassandra lifted off me slowly, my cum dripping down her thighs as she stood. She grabbed a robe from the chair and threw it on while I yanked my pants up and rolled under the bed like an idiot. The frame was so low that I barely fit.

“Come in,” Cassandra said, trying to sound normal.

The door opened. I could see Mom’s slippers from under the bed. “You okay? Your face is all red.”

“Just hot in here,” Cassandra replied. She sat on the edge of the bed right above me. “What did you want to talk about?”

I stayed frozen, heart hammering. Mom sat next to her. The mattress dipped low, almost touching my chest.

“Your stepdad and I are so happy you and Alexander are getting along,” Mom said warmly. “Two years ago when we first moved in, I was worried. But look at you two now. Like real siblings.”

Cassandra laughed nervously. “Yeah… real close.”

I reached up slowly and ran my hand up her leg under the robe. She jumped a little but didn’t pull away. My fingers found her pussy again, still wet and messy. I slid one finger inside while her mom sat two feet away.

“Anyway,” Mom continued, “I just wanted to say keep supporting each other at university. And be careful with boys, okay? Brady seems nice but…”

“He’s just a friend,” Cassandra cut in quickly. Her voice cracked as I added a second finger, pumping slow and deep. “Alexander and I… we look out for each other.”

I smiled in the dark and rubbed her clit with my thumb. She gripped the sheets hard.

Mom stood up. “Good. Get some sleep. Early drive tomorrow.”

The second the door closed, Cassandra reached down and dragged me out. “You are fucking crazy,” she hissed, but she was smiling.

I stood and kissed her hard, lifting her onto the bed. “I couldn't help it. Turn around.”

She got on all fours again. I pushed back inside her from behind, fucking her steady and deep. “You like when it’s dangerous, don’t you?”

“Yes,” she moaned into the pillow. “God, Alexander. Faster... I need to come one more time.”

I gave it to her, gripping her hips, slamming in while the bed creaked softly. “This pussy belongs to me. Say it.”

“It belongs to you. My stepbrother. Fuck… I’m cumming.”

She buried her face and shook hard. I followed right after, filling her again before collapsing beside her.

We lay there catching our breath. She traced my chest with her finger. “We have to be smarter on campus. No more of this at home.”

“Agreed,” I said, kissing her forehead. “But I meant what I said earlier. Brady doesn’t get you. Not even for lunch.”

She sighed. “We’ll figure it out tomorrow.”

*****

The next morning came too fast. We packed our load while Dad and Mom said goodbye. Brady pulled up right on time in his blue SUV, honking twice.

“Road trip crew!” he shouted, jumping out with that big easy smile. He hugged Cassandra a second too long. “You look beautiful this morning. Ready to go?”

I loaded the last bag, jaw tight. “Let’s make this quick. I want to beat traffic.”

Brady insisted Cassandra sit in the front passenger seat. “Better view,” he said with a wink. I got stuck in the back, watching everything.

We drove for twenty minutes before Brady turned up the music. “So Cassandra, about that lunch on Monday. I reserved the corner table at the café for just you and me.”

She glanced back at me. “Brady, I…”

I cut in. “She might be busy. We have that family dinner thing planned.”

Brady laughed. “Come on man, let her breathe. You’re her stepbrother, not her keeper.”

Cassandra shifted in her seat. “Guys, relax. I can decide.”

The tension grew thick. Brady kept chatting with her, making her laugh at his jokes. Every time she smiled at him, my blood boiled. I reached forward between the seats and squeezed her thigh where he couldn’t see.

She looked back at me, eyes warning but also heated.

Halfway to campus, we stopped at a gas station for snacks. Brady went inside to pay. The second he was gone, I pulled Cassandra into the backseat with me.

“Alexander, what are you doing?” she whispered, but she didn’t fight when I kissed her neck.

“Quick. Before he comes back.” I slid my hand under her skirt and pushed her panties aside. She was wet again. Always wet for me.

“Someone could see,” she breathed, but she opened her legs wider.

I rubbed her fast. “Tell me you won’t go to lunch with him.”

“I won’t… if you make me cum right now.”

I fingered her hard, covering her mouth as she moaned. Her hips bucked against my hand. “That’s it, baby. Cum for your stepbrother.”

She came fast, shaking in my arms just as Brady walked out the store door.

We jumped back to our seats. Cassandra fixed her skirt, face flushed.

Brady got in. “You two okay? Look a bit messy back there.”

“All good,” I said, meeting Cassandra’s eyes in the mirror.

*****

We reached Riverside University campus around noon. Brady parked near our shared off-campus apartment building. “I’ll help carry bags up.”

As we unloaded, Brady pulled Cassandra aside near the entrance. “So Monday lunch? Please say yes. I really like you, Cassandra… more than just friends.”

She froze.

I stepped closer, heart pounding. “Brady, back off. She’s not interested.”

Brady turned to me, confused. “What? Since when do you speak for her?”

Cassandra looked between us, panic rising. “Guys, stop. This is getting weird.”

Brady’s eyes narrowed. “Wait… is something going on here? You two have been acting strange since yesterday.”

The bags dropped from my hands. Cassandra grabbed my arm.

Before anyone could say more, my phone rang. It was Dad.

“Kids, your mom found something in Cassandra’s room this morning. A pair of men’s boxers… that aren’t yours, Alexander? She wants to talk to both of you right now.”

Cassandra’s face went white. I felt the ground drop under me.

Brady stood there, staring hard at both of us. “What’s going on?”

The secret we fought so hard to keep was cracking wide open and I wasn’t sure how to get out of this.