sweet brother-2

# EUNICE #

I lay there panting, my body still trembling with aftershocks as the vibrator buzzed uselessly against my oversensitive clit. He reached down and gently took it from my hand, switching it off and tossing it aside on the bed. His eyes never left mine.

“Next time?” I whispered, voice hoarse and shaky. My thighs were still spread, slick and glistening under his heavy stare. The reality of what we’d just done, what he had just made me do, started to sink in, but the heat in my belly only flared hotter instead of fading.

He leaned over me fully now, bracing one thick arm beside my head. The scent of his sweat and clean skin filled my lungs. Up close, his biceps looked even more devastating, veins standing out from the workout. His free hand trailed up my inner thigh again, this time bolder, two fingers sliding through my drenched folds and circling my entrance without pushing in.

“You think I didn’t know you were watching me?” he murmured, voice low and rough. “You’ve been staring for weeks, little sister. Biting your lip every time I take my shirt off. I’ve been waiting for you to slip up.”

The word sister on his tongue sent another illicit pulse through me. I whimpered, hips twitching toward his fingers despite the embarrassment burning my cheeks.

“I… I couldn’t help it,” I confessed breathlessly. “You’re so… God, you’re perfect.”

A dark chuckle rumbled in his chest. He pushed one thick finger inside me slowly, curling it against that sensitive spot that made my toes curl. My walls clenched around him instantly.

“Fuck, you’re tight,” he groaned. “And so fucking wet. All for your stepbrother.”

I moaned loudly at his words, unable to stop myself. He added a second finger, stretching me, pumping them in a steady rhythm while his thumb found my swollen clit. My hands flew up to grip his shoulders, nails digging into the hard muscle.

“Look at me,” he commanded again.

I did. His face was inches from mine now, eyes blazing with raw hunger. He lowered his mouth to my neck, sucking hard enough to leave a mark as his fingers worked me faster. The wet sounds of his hand between my legs were obscene in the quiet room.

“Please…” I begged, not even sure what I was asking for anymore.

He pulled back just enough to look at me, lips brushing mine. “Please what? Say it.”

“I want you,” I gasped. “I want your cock. Inside me.”

His control snapped. He withdrew his fingers, making me whine at the loss, and stood up just long enough to shove his workout shorts down. His cock sprang free, thick, heavy, and rock hard, the tip already leaking. It was even bigger than I’d imagined in all my filthy fantasies.

He climbed back onto the bed, settling between my spread thighs and gripping my hips. The head of his cock nudged against my entrance, sliding through my slickness.

“You sure?” he asked, voice strained. “Once I’m inside you, there’s no going back.”

I nodded frantically, wrapping my legs around his waist. “I’m yours. Please…fuck me.”

With a guttural groan, he thrust forward, burying himself halfway in one powerful stroke. I cried out at the stretch, the overwhelming fullness. He gave me a moment to adjust, then pushed the rest of the way in until his hips met mine, bottoming out deep inside me.

“Shit,” he hissed, forehead pressed to mine. “You feel even better than I dreamed.”

He started moving, slow, deep strokes at first that had me clawing at his back. Then harder, faster, the sound of skin slapping skin filling the room as he fucked me into the mattress. Every thrust hit that perfect spot, sending sparks of pleasure shooting through my body.

“Say my name,” he growled against my ear, pounding into me relentlessly.

I moaned it loud and broken, over and over, as another orgasm built like a tidal wave. He reached between us, rubbing my clit in tight circles, and that was it.

I came hard around his cock, walls pulsing and fluttering as I screamed his name. He didn’t stop, fucking me through it until my vision whited out. With a few more brutal thrusts, he buried himself to the hilt and came with a deep, possessive groan, flooding me with hot pulses.

We stayed locked together, panting, sweat-slicked bodies pressed close. He kissed me then, slow, deep, and claiming, his tongue tangling with mine as his cock twitched inside me.

When he finally pulled back, that dark, satisfied smile returned.

“Next time,” he said, voice promising all kinds of sin, “you’re riding me while I watch those pretty tits bounce. And you’re not allowed to be quiet about it.”

I shivered with fresh need, already aching for more.

I shivered beneath him, still full of his cock and his cum, my body humming with aftershocks. His weight pinned me deliciously to the bed, his chest pressed against my breasts, heartbeat thundering in sync with mine. He kissed me again, slower this time, deeper, like he was savoring the taste of my surrender. When he finally pulled back, his eyes were still dark with hunger.

“You’re even louder when I’m inside you,” he murmured, voice husky. He flexed his hips once, lazily pushing his softening cock deeper, making me gasp at the slick, messy sensation. “I like that.”

I blushed hard but couldn’t look away. “I can’t believe we just… you’re still in me.”

“Believe it.” He brushed damp hair from my forehead, almost tenderly, before his expression turned wicked again. “And we’re not done.”

He eased out of me slowly, both of us groaning at the loss. A thick trickle of his cum leaked from my pussy onto the sheets. He stared at it, mesmerized, then dragged two fingers through the mess and pushed them back inside me, possessively plugging his release deeper.

“Mine now,” he said roughly.

A fresh wave of heat flooded my core. I reached for him, pulling him down into another kiss, this one desperate and needy. Our tongues slid together as his hands roamed, squeezing my breasts, pinching my nipples until I whimpered into his mouth.

He broke the kiss and rolled onto his back beside me, his cock already twitching back to life against his abs. God, he was gorgeous, sweat-slicked muscles, heavy chest rising and falling, that thick shaft glistening with our combined juices.

“You heard what I said earlier,” he growled, gripping the base of his cock and giving it a slow stroke. “Ride me. I want to watch those pretty tits bounce while you fuck your stepbrother.”

My pussy clenched at his filthy words. I didn’t hesitate. I straddled his hips, knees sinking into the mattress on either side of him. He helped guide me, hands on my waist, as I positioned myself over his now rock-hard cock. The head nudged my entrance, still slick and open from our first round.