HasanEarly morning sun creeps in softly, brushing against the curtains and warming the room in slow, golden light. I wake before Taty does. She’s still curled into me, her head tucked beneath my chin, her small hands gripping onto me like she’s afraid I might slip away if she lets go.And maybe, deep down, she is. Maybe even in her dreams, she thinks I’ll vanish. I hate that thought — not that I’d ever leave. I wouldn’t dare.Taty doesn’t realize the effect she has on me. It’s not about the way her skin fits so perfectly against mine, or how her lips silence every dark thought with a single touch. What I feel for her is deep, loud and relentless. A kind of obsession that rooted itself inside me long before I even knew what it was.The first time I laid eyes on her, I was still just a kid. A scrawny, wide-eyed boy clutching a suitcase full of secondhand clothes and a heart half-cracked from life already. I didn’t know much about the world, only that I was an orphan, and I was alone.W
Hasan“You want me to fuck you?” I repeated Taty’s words, my cock throbbing at her entrance. The ache was sharp, so intense it bordered on paralyzing my limbs. Yet, no matter how much it burned, I couldn’t bring myself to push any further.Because she didn’t deserve it. Lying whores like her didn’t deserve to be fucked by my huge cock“Yes, please.”Her plea made me growl. Her legs, wrapped tight around my waist, jerked forward in a desperate attempt to make me pump into her. Pathetic. I’d had her figured out from the start, and no matter how badly I wanted to fuck her, I held back.“Tell me,” I whispered, brushing my nose against hers. “Tell me you’re a dirty little cunt who doesn’t deserve a good fuck.”She froze beneath me, her eyes wide open, her face slowly shifting as the meaning of my words sank in.“Say it,” I barked.Taty unwrapped her legs from around my waist and disentangled her hand from my hair, using it to shove me away.“Fuck you, Hasan,” she choked, her voice breaking
TatyMy breathing picks up as I feel my walls tighten around my fingers. Suddenly, the butt plug starts to vibrate, and I gasp from the shock of it and the intense feeling it gives.“Hasan.” I cry out, overstimulated to a point where I could barely mutter his name. Hasan bites down on my thigh before bringing his warm body up to my chest. He takes my firm pink nipples between his teeth, biting on them gently, the pain mixing deliciously with pleasure, which caused an orgasm to ripple through me.My body shakes, just as the vibration in the ass intensifies. I start to retract my fingers when Hasan’s icy tone stops me.“Don’t you dare take out your fingers unless I order you to,” he warns. I let out a loud exhale, feeling my body turn into jelly.Hasan journeys back to my exposed cunt. Slowly, he puckers his lips, and cold air hits my swollen pussy, and I let out a cry. The vibration in my ass ceases.“Take out your fingers.” Hasan orders sternly, and I obey. My thought about why he ask
Tatiana“What?” I blurted out the words, my cheeks turning into a full ripe tomato. Hasan, unbothered, perks up his brows at me while holding up the butt plug, bringing it closer to my face.I try to take a step back, but I remember I am trapped between Hasan’s imposing warmth and my desk. Left with no choice, I try to push Hasan away in a bid to step out of the physical prison he has me in.But despite my strength, Hasan barely stumbles back. A sinister laugh erupts from his throat. “You can’t fight it, stepsister. One way or the other, this is going into the sweet, puckered ass of yours, and I am going to watch in fascination as you play with that sweet little wet gash of yours,” he gently caressing my chin, tilting my head upwards and placing feather-like kisses on my chin that make my insides tangle.My pulse pumps madly, pleasure passing through me in a wave, all the way down to my toes. I love it when Hasan is so vulgar, but I don’t tell him that. Instead, I stood my ground, ign
TatyBy the time I shut myself in the girls’ locker, my hands were still shaking.I stared at my open palms as if I could scrub away the heat of his skin, the way his voice crawled into my mind and rewrote the mental rules I swore I’d follow.I should’ve pushed him away. I should’ve said no louder. But I didn’t. Because part of me never wanted to.The mirror offered no comfort. My reflection looked foreign. My hair was a mess, my lips still slightly parted from the way my breath had hitched around his name. I hated how easily he could unravel me. I hated that no matter how far I tried to distance myself, Hasan always pulled me back.And the worst part? He knew it.The rest of the week blurred by. I drifted through classes, tuned out the world, barely registered the stares and whispers whispers. Barely concentrated in class and at practice. News traveled fast when you froze in the middle of the field and let your brother drag you off like a scene out of some sick romance novel.Except
HasanTaty’s hand moved slowly at first, almost like it wasn’t her own. Shaky and reluctant. Like she was forcing her fingers to obey something her heart wanted no part of.But I felt every twitch. Every subtle shift. Every single stroke against my cock, her palm fitting around me as if it was made to be there, no matter how much her conscience screamed otherwise.And the worst part? It wasn’t enough. It never would be.I needed to be inside her. The reticence I’ve shown the past couple of days needs to be studied.Taty glanced up at me, her mouth slightly parting open — maybe for an apology, maybe for another excuse — but the words tangled in her throat. My chest tightened, my pulse out of control, and all I could see was the image that had burned itself into my brain since the retreat: me, buried between her legs and the sweet look she had on her face when she lied to me.I swallowed hard, my jaw flexing as I leaned