Masuk"It's just... the bumps!" I lied, my voice shaking as Matt began to thrust into me even faster. He was moving in a rhythmic, heavy blur now. "The road is... ah!... really rough! I'm just... holding on!" "Oh, tell me about it! Draco, honey, try to avoid the holes!" my mom laughed. Matt was whispering in my ear now, dark, dirty things that made me blush. "You're taking it so well... such a good girl for your brother... mmm-gh... fuck, you're milking me. I’m going to fill you up, Elara. Fill this tight talkative cunt of yours." I was moaning through the whole conversation, my face pressed against the board to hide the sound. He was hammering into me now, his movements fast and primal. Slap. Slap. Slap. The pleasure was building again, even stronger than before. I felt my internal muscles squeezing him, pulling the life out of him. I was lost in the sensation, the world narrowing down to the heat between us and the sound of the engine. "I'm close... Elara... mmm-gh... Fuck! I'm cummi
I felt like I had been hit by a truck, but the SUV was still flying down the highway. My brain was a mess. He saw me? He knew I was watching him last night? I felt exposed, like he had peeled back my skin. But I wasn't going to let him win. I wasn't going to let him think he had broken me. "So what if I saw you?" I hissed, my voice trembling but sharp. "It's nature, Matt. You were out there in the open, basically begging for an audience. It's science. One person pleases themselves, the other follows. It doesn't mean anything." Matt’s hand stayed right where it was, his fingers pressing into the soaked lace of my panties. He started to rub in slow, heavy circles, his palm vibrating with the motion of the car. "Is that right? Nature?" he whispered, his lips brushing against my ear. "Was it nature that made you stay for ten minutes? Was it nature that made you moan my name when you hit the wall?" I didn't answer. I couldn't. I just let out a soft, broken moan as his thumb found the e
I sat there, frozen. The sound of the porn was still coming from his phone—wet, slapping noises that made my skin feel too tight for my body. But that wasn't the worst part. The worst part was what was happening underneath me. I could feel it. His cock was growing, getting thicker and harder against my butt. There was only the thin lace of my panties and his heavy denim between us, and it wasn't enough of a barrier."Ugh, disgusting," I muttered, trying to shift my weight away from the heat."Mind your business, girl," Matt whispered, his voice vibrating right through his thighs. "While I mind mine."I looked away, staring at the back of the gear piled up in front of us. I tried to listen to the pop music my mom was playing in the front, trying to focus on anything other than the porn addict behind me. But the car hit another bump, and I slid right along the length of him. He was like a pillar of hot iron."Matt," I hissed, my face burning. "You're making me really uncomfortable.""Ho
"Elara, go get your bags. Now!" My mom’s voice was like a whip."I’m not going! I’ll stay here. No way I'm riding with him." I argued. I was practically shaking. The thought of sitting on Matt’s lap for hours was making my skin crawl and my heart race at the same time."You are going," she snapped, stepping closer. "Stop being a brat. This is a family trip. If you stay behind, you’re just proving you don't care about my happiness. Move!"I hated that. She always used the guilt card. I looked at Draco, who was already revving the SUV's engine, then at Matt, who was leaning against the car looking like he’d rather be anywhere else. I stomped back inside, grabbed my duffel, and marched back out. I didn't want to be the "bad egg," but God, this felt like walking into a trap.The SUV was packed tight. There was a large wooden board tucked behind the front seats to keep the heavy camping gear from sliding forward and hitting the parents. It created a small, cramped little cabin in the back
Breakfast was a nightmare. I sat across from Matt, picking at a plate of expensive organic eggs that tasted like cardboard. Every time I looked up, he was staring at his phone, looking like I was a fly he wanted to swat. My mom and Draco were busy planning routes, acting like we were one big, happy family. I just kept my head down, trying to forget the way Matt’s hand looked in the moonlight a few hours ago. My skin still felt hot just thinking about it. "Okay, plan is set," Draco announced, wiping his mouth with a silk napkin. "The main SUV is packed with the tents and food. Matt, you’ll take the heavy gear in your truck. Elara, you’re riding with him." I nearly choked on my orange juice. "What? No. I’m riding with Mom." "Elara, don't be difficult," my mom said, giving me that look. You know the one—the 'don't-embarrass-me' look. "The SUV is full of equipment. There’s literally only room for two people up front. You and Matt need to get to know each other. You're siblings now." "
He started to move his hand in a fast, desperate rhythm. He wasn't being gentle. He was pulling at himself, his veins popping out on his forearm. Every time the girl on the screen screamed, Matt’s grip tightened. He was watching her, but in the dark, I felt like he was looking right through the screen and at me. A strange, terrifying heat started to pool between my legs. I hated him. I hated this house. But as I watched him stroke that massive, throbbing weight, I couldn't move. I was trapped in the shadows, watching my stepbrother touch himself to a girl who looked just like me. I stood there in the shadows, my back pressed against the cold stone pillar. My heart was beating so fast I thought it might burst through my chest. I should have run. I should have been disgusted. This was Matt—the guy who looked at my mom like she was trash, the guy who made me feel like an intruder. But I couldn't move. I watched his hand. It was so large, his fingers wrapping completely around the
The sun was high and hot over the farm, turning the fields into a golden haze. Everyone was busy. The air was thick with the smell of dry grass, dust, and hard work. Sarah and the other workers were further down the field, but Greg was taking a break near the old barn. He was sitting on a pile of
Vicky didn’t stop. She couldn’t. Every time she lifted her hips and slammed back down onto Greg’s lap, the friction sent a new wave of heat through her body. Under the thick blanket, their bodies were a mess of sweat and friction. Greg’s hands were clamped onto her waist, his fingers digging into h
He didn't just drive into me; he claimed me. The first thrust was an earthquake. It hit so deep, so hard, that the headboard slammed against the wall with a rhythmic, deafening thud-thud-thud. It shook the very marrow of my bones. "Ah! Fuck—yes! Daddy, please!" I sobbed, my voice cracking under t
The counter was hard and cold against Hailey's chest, but the heat radiating from Christian was enough to burn her alive. He didn't just thrust; he surged forward, filling her so completely that she gasped, the air hitching in her throat. He stayed there for a long, agonizing heartbeat, stretched







