ログインI stared at him, my heart hammering against my ribs. The sheer arrogance on his face made me want to slap him. "Don't you ever say that to me again," I hissed, my voice shaking with a mix of fury and adrenaline. "Don't you ever try that nonsense with me in this school. You have no right to come in here and ruin my life."Connor didn't back down. He took one more step forward, completely closing the gap between us. Before I could move away, his large, heavy hands shot out and gripped my waist. He pulled me hard against his chest. Our bodies slammed together, and the heat radiating from him was blinding."What are you trying to do?" I gasped, my hands automatically pressing against his broad shoulders to push him back. But it was like trying to move a brick wall."I'm doing exactly what I want," he murmured, his voice dropping into that deep, husky register that always made my stomach flip. He looked down at me, his dark eyes fixed on my lips. "Tell me, Freya. What are you doing with th
Freya I sat at my desk, staring blankly at the blackboard. The teacher’s voice was just background noise. I couldn't focus on a single word. My mind was completely stuck on what had happened last night in the kitchen. And yesterday afternoon under my bed. Every time I shifted in my plastic chair, my thighs rubbed together. It reminded me of the heavy, stretching fullness of Connor’s cock. My skin felt overly sensitive, and my core was still throbbing with a dull, aching heat. I hated him. He was the most annoying, arrogant human being on the planet. We fought over everything, even a stupid jar of jam. But my body didn't care about that. Every time I closed my eyes, I heard his rough voice in my ear. I felt the boiling heat of him filling me up against the open freezer door. I was soaking wet right now, right in the middle of history class, and it was entirely his fault. Beeep. My phone vibrated in my lap. I looked down, hiding it under my desk. It was a text from my boyfriend, Mar
"Look, if you really don't want this, tell me right now. Say the word and I'll walk away. I'll go right back to the living room. But we both know you're going to miss my cock inside you if I leave.""No... I won't," she muttered, her voice losing its sharp edge. She tried to pull away again, but instead of moving forward, her back arched deeper into my crotch. Her spine curved, pressing her backside perfectly against my throbbing length.It was a sign. Her body was screaming yes even if her mouth wouldn't admit it."Do you love how big my cock is, Freya?" I whispered, my hands sliding down her hips. "Tell me the truth. Do you love how full it makes you feel?""No," she panted, her breath hitching as I slid my right hand down to the hem of her summer dress.I bunched the fabric up in my fist, lifting it slowly up her thighs. I slipped my bare hand underneath, expecting to find the silk of her pink panties. But my fingers met nothing but smooth, burning hot skin. She wasn't wearing any
Dinner that evening was completely silent. The only sound in the dining room was the scraping of forks against ceramic plates. Our parents sat at the head of the table, making small talk about their day, completely oblivious to the thick, heavy tension stretching between Freya and me.I couldn't focus on my food. Every time I looked down at my plate, all I could taste was her sweet honey flavor. Every time I moved my legs under the table, my thighs reminded me of how tight and hot she had felt around my cock just hours before. She was full of trouble, a complete nightmare to live with, but her pussy was the sweetest thing I had ever touched. I wanted more. The memory of her screaming my name under the bed frame was a constant throb in my groin. I needed to feel that wet heat again, and the waiting was driving me crazy.Freya sat right across from me. She kept her eyes glued to her plate, her cheeks still slightly flushed. She didn't look at me once, but I could see the nervous flutter
She said no. She screamed it. But as I kept my cock pressed right against her wet entrance, I could see the truth. Her pussy was throbbing violently at the mere idea of me breaking the rules. It was opening and closing like a little mouth, dripping fresh wetness onto my skin. "Your mouth says no, Freya," I whispered, my voice thick and heavy as I leaned over her bare backside. "But your pussy is telling me something completely different. It's begging for it." "Don't do it, Connor," she whimpered, her hands clawing desperately at the carpet under the bed. "Please, just don't." I let out a rough laugh. The hypocrisy was driving me crazy. "Oh, so now you have morals? Give me a break. You have no problem fucking around with that sissy boyfriend of yours every weekend. You think I don't hear you? It’s a real problem for me, Freya. Listening to you give it up for him while I'm down the hall." "We are siblings!" she yelled back, her voice shaking with a mix of fear and undeniable arousal
I walked into the kitchen, my stomach growling. All I wanted was a piece of toast with the last bit of strawberry jam. But when I reached for the jar, another hand grabbed it at the exact same time. It was Freya. My stepsister."Get your hands off it, Connor," she snapped, pulling the jar toward her chest. "I saw it first.""No way," I said, tugging it back. "You always take the last of everything in this house. Leave it alone."We wrestled over that stupid glass bottle for two whole minutes, our fingers twisting around the lid. Freya gave a sharp yank, tore it from my grip, and laughed in my face. "Too bad, loser," she mocked, turning on her heel and running up the stairs with the prize."Yeah, go choke on it!" I yelled after her, completely annoyed.I sent into the living room, threw myself onto the couch, and turned on my gaming console. I grabbed the controller, trying to forget about how much she irritated me. Ten minutes passed. Then twenty. I was right in the middle of a diffi







