7. Stepsons Seed

Chapter 7

I moved quietly through the halls, heart racing. The message kept echoing in my head. I needed that compartment and whatever was inside it. That was my mission. The only reason I was here.

I approached Christian’s massive master bedroom, the door slightly ajar. I heard their voices and quickly slipped inside, hiding behind the heavy velvet curtains in the corner.

“…John’s been trying to hack the system for weeks,” Christian was saying, voice low and tense. “He almost breached the outer firewall yesterday. If he gets into the compartment, we’re fucked.”

Damon laughed darkly. “Let him try. The key is with me. I keep it on a chain around my neck. No one’s getting in there without it. Not even Julian knows the full layout.”

Christian exhaled. “Good. We keep it that way. That compartment stays locked until we decide what to do with the contents.”

I stayed perfectly still, barely breathing, until they moved on to another topic. When the conversation lulled, I slipped out as silently as I’d entered and hurried to the kitchen.

Twenty minutes later, I returned carrying a tray with freshly made scrambled eggs, buttered toast, and two tall glasses of orange juice — heavily laced with the strong sedative I’d slipped in.

I knocked softly and entered with a warm smile.

“I thought you boys might be hungry,” I said sweetly, setting the tray on the side table beside their couch.

Damon’s eyes raked over me. “Thanks, Mom. Smells good.”

Christian nodded. “Appreciate it.”

As I bent to place the glasses down, Damon’s large hand cracked sharply against my ass, making me yelp.

“Such a good little wife,” he smirked.

I laughed softly. “Are you two coming down for breakfast later?”

“Yeah, we’ll be there,” Christian replied, already reaching for the juice.

I turned to leave, but Christian suddenly grabbed my wrist and pulled me back.

“Not so fast,” he said, voice commanding. “Kiss us on the cheek before you go.”

I leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to Christian’s cheek, then to Damon’s. Both of them hummed in approval.

“Good girl,” Christian murmured.

I left the room, pulse thundering, and hid in the nearby study, watching the clock. Exactly twenty minutes later, I returned.

The sight that greeted me made my stomach tighten with dark excitement.

Both of them were completely passed out. Damon lay sprawled on his back across the massive bed, legs spread, mouth slightly open. Christian was slumped beside him, head tilted to the side, breathing slow and deep.

They were utterly helpless.

I locked the door behind me and approached the bed, heart pounding with a twisted mix of power and lust. I had twenty to thirty minutes, maybe more. Plenty of time.

I started with Damon. I climbed onto the bed and straddled his thick thighs, pushing his shirt up to expose his sculpted abs. My hands roamed greedily over his chest as I ground my already-wet pussy against the bulge in his pants. I unzipped him slowly, freeing his heavy, thick cock. Even soft, it was impressive. I stroked it firmly until it began to harden in my hand.

“Look at you,” I whispered filthily. “Such a big cock and you don’t even know I’m using it.”

I leaned down and took him into my mouth, sucking hard, swirling my tongue around the head while my hand pumped the thick shaft. I bobbed deeper, gagging myself on his growing length until he was fully hard and slick with my spit. Saliva dripped down his balls as I sucked him sloppily, moaning around his cock.

I pulled off with a wet pop, then hiked up my dress, pulled my panties aside, and sank down onto him in one smooth motion. A low groan escaped me as his thick cock stretched my pussy wide. I rode him hard, bouncing on his unconscious body, my tits spilling out of my top as I fucked myself on his cock.

“Fuck… yes,” I gasped, grinding my clit against him. I leaned forward and bit his neck, leaving a dark mark, then sucked hard on his nipples while slamming my hips down repeatedly.

When I grew tired of that position, I moved to Christian.

I pulled his pants down and freed his cock too. I stroked both of their cocks at the same time, one in each hand, comparing their thickness and veins. Then I positioned myself between them and took Christian’s cock into my mouth while jerking Damon’s slick shaft.

I sucked Christian with filthy hunger, loud, wet sounds filling the room as I deepthroated him until my nose pressed against his pelvis. I pulled off, strings of saliva connecting my lips to his cock, then spat on it and slapped it against my tongue.

I climbed over Christian next, facing away from him in reverse cowgirl. I guided his cock into my dripping pussy and rode him with deep, rolling movements, moaning shamelessly. My ass bounced as I fucked him, reaching back to spread my cheeks so he sank even deeper.

“God, your cocks are so good even when you’re unconscious,” I panted.

I switched between them multiple times — riding Damon, then sucking Christian, then back again. At one point I pushed their cocks together, licking and sucking both heads at once, my tongue swirling around them as I jerked the shafts frantically.

I came twice, once with Damon’s cock buried deep inside me, and once while grinding my soaked pussy against Christian’s thigh, leaving my juices smeared all over his skin.

Before time ran out, I positioned myself over Damon’s face, rubbing my dripping, cum-mixed pussy against his unconscious mouth and nose, marking him with my scent. Then I did the same to Christian, grinding until I came again, leaving his lips shiny with my arousal.

I finally cleaned them up just enough to avoid immediate suspicion, tucked their softening cocks away, and straightened their clothes.

As I stood back and looked at their passed-out bodies, a dark thrill coursed through me.

I now knew the key was with Damon — around his neck.

And I had just used their bodies like toys while they lay completely helpless.

I slipped out of the room quietly with the key from Damon’s necklace in my hand, the taste of them still on my tongue, my pussy throbbing, and my mind already planning the next step.

The compartment was close. I could feel it.