6. Stepsons Seed

Chapter 6

I slipped away from the dining room as soon as breakfast ended, my legs still shaky and my panties soaked from what the boys had done to me under the table. My body hummed with leftover need, but I needed a moment to breathe. I went straight to my room, locked the door, and headed for the shower.

Hot water cascaded over my skin, soothing my flushed body. I washed slowly, letting my hands glide over my breasts, down my stomach, and between my thighs, still sensitive from their fingers. When I finally stepped out, naked and dripping, I reached for a towel—but froze.

They were waiting for me.

Julian leaned against the floor-to-ceiling window, arms crossed, his eyes dark with hunger as he drank in every inch of my bare body. Damon sat on the edge of the bed, legs spread, already palming the thick bulge in his pants. Christian lounged on the floor beside the bed, looking up at me with that wicked, boyish grin.

“Hi, love,” Christian said softly, his voice low and full of promise. 

Before I could respond, Julian moved. In two strides he was on me, his large hand wrapping around my throat in a firm, possessive grip. He pinned my wrist above my head against the wall and clicked a handcuff around it with practiced ease.

“We’ll take turns,” Julian growled, his breath hot against my lips. “In pounding your pussy, mother.”

His mouth crashed down on mine in a deep, moaning kiss, his tongue thrusting possessively as he swallowed my whimpers. Then he hoisted me over his shoulder like I weighed nothing, carrying me to the bed and tossing me onto the mattress. He unlocked the cuff from the wall only to secure both wrists to the headboard, stretching my arms above my head. With a wicked smile, he spread my legs wide, exposing my glistening pussy to all three of them.

Julian undid his belt slowly, his thick cock springing free, heavy and veined. He knelt between my thighs, rubbing the swollen head up and down my slick folds, teasing my clit until I was squirming.

“Julian…” I moaned, tugging helplessly at the handcuffs.

He rocked forward, deliciously filling me in one smooth thrust. My back arched as his thick cock stretched my walls, burying deep until his hips pressed flush against me. He groaned, eyes locked on where we were joined.

“Fuck, you feel even better than I imagined,” he rasped.

I traced his lips with my fingers as best I could with my bound hands, gasping as he started moving—long, powerful strokes that made my breasts bounce. “Harder, Julian! Fuck!”

He gave me exactly what I begged for. His hips snapped forward, pounding into me with wet, obscene slaps. The bed creaked beneath us as he fucked me relentlessly, his balls slapping against my ass, his cock dragging against that perfect spot inside me over and over. I cried out, my pussy clenching greedily around him, juices coating his shaft and dripping down to the sheets.

When he came, it was with a deep, guttural groan. Hot ropes of his seed flooded my pussy, spilling out around his cock as he kept thrusting through his orgasm. He pulled out slightly, only to use his fingers to guide his leaking cum back inside me, pushing it deep with two thick digits.

“Good girl,” he murmured, kissing me softly before pulling away.

Damon was next. He flipped me onto my back again, hooking one of my legs over his shoulder, opening me obscenely wide. His cock was thicker than Julian’s, and he didn’t ease in—he slammed home in one brutal thrust, making me scream in pleasure. He fucked me hard and fast, his hips snapping with raw power, his heavy balls smacking against me as he drove deeper than I thought possible.

“Take it, Mom,” he grunted, his thumb rubbing tight circles on my swollen clit while his cock stretched me mercilessly. My second orgasm hit me like a freight train, my pussy gushing around him as I came screaming his name. Damon followed right after, burying himself to the hilt and pumping me full of his hot load.

Christian was last. He uncuffed me gently, then laid me back with surprising tenderness. He crawled over me, kissing me slowly, deeply, as he slid inside. Where the others had pounded, Christian made love—long, rolling thrusts that felt like worship. His hips moved in a sensual rhythm, grinding against my clit with every stroke. I wrapped my legs around him, pulling him deeper, our bodies moving together in perfect sync.

“You’re ours,” he whispered against my lips as we came together, his release warm and gentle inside me.

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Later that afternoon, my phone buzzed with a message from an unknown number:

“Clock is ticking. Get to work!”

My stomach twisted, but I pushed it aside and went to the living room. Rayna was there, flipping through a magazine.

“Where’s Julian?” I asked.

“In the theatre,” she said with a smile. “He wanted to watch the latest episode of that game show he loves.”

I found him there, alone in the dark room, sprawled in one of the large recliners, the big screen glowing with the show. I slipped in quietly and sat beside him. For a few minutes I watched with him, then my hand drifted to his lap. I cupped the growing bulge in his pants, rubbing slowly, feeling him harden under my palm.

“You’re my favourite dick,” I whispered, squeezing him gently. “You fuck me so well, Julian.”

He turned to me, eyes blazing. We crashed together in a passionate kiss, tongues sliding hungrily, his hands roaming my body. I stood up, turned around, and arched my back, bracing my hands on the chair in front of us. I pushed my ass toward him, skirt hiked up, panties already pulled aside.

Julian stood behind me, freeing his thick cock. He rubbed the head along my soaked slit, teasing my entrance before pushing in slowly, letting me feel every inch. I moaned loudly as he filled me, stretching my cum-filled pussy once more.

“Fuck, you’re still so wet from us,” he groaned.

He started thrusting. His hands gripped my hips, pulling me back onto him as he fucked me in perfect rhythm. Occasionally he slapped my ass, the sharp sting making me clench around him. Then his hand slid around to rub my clit in tight, slick circles while his cock continued its delicious assault.

I pushed back against him, meeting every thrust, my breasts swaying as he drove into me. He leaned over my back, kissing my neck, biting gently as he whispered filthy praise—“Such a perfect pussy… taking my cock so greedily, mother.” The angle let him hit that sweet spot again and again until I was shaking.

He fucked me passionately, long strokes mixed with grinding rolls of his hips, his fingers never leaving my clit. When I came, it was with a broken cry, my walls pulsing around him. Julian followed seconds later, burying himself deep and filling me with another load of hot cum, groaning my name like a prayer as he held me tight against him.

We stayed like that for a long moment, breathing hard, his cock still twitching inside me. Then, he continued for another round after he rested.

During the third round, I asked him about a compartment I had seen in the west wing and what’s its for.

I hadnt seen any compartment but i needed to find it which was the only reason I was here. Find the compartment, get its content and leave the family for good.

Julian said he didn't know the house like Christian did so only Christian would know of any compartment.