sweet brother-4

I whimpered, leaning back against his solid chest. His cock was hard again, pressing hot and heavy against my lower back.

“Bend over,” he growled.

I braced my hands on the mirror. He kicked my feet apart, gripped my hips, and thrust back inside me in one smooth stroke. The new angle made me cry out, deeper, tighter. I watched in the mirror as he started fucking me: powerful, rolling thrusts that made my tits bounce and my face twist in pleasure.

“Eyes on us,” he commanded, one hand sliding up to lightly grip my throat. Not squeezing hard, just holding me in place, possessive. “Watch me fuck you.”

I couldn’t look away. The reflection was hypnotic, his muscular body behind mine, abs flexing with every thrust, his thick cock disappearing into my dripping pussy over and over. The wet slapping sounds filled his room.

He reached around and rubbed my clit in fast circles. “Come again. I want to feel you milking my cock while you watch.”

The combination, his cock, his fingers, the dirty visual, sent me spiraling fast. I came hard, moaning loud enough that I worried the neighbors might hear, my walls fluttering wildly around him.

He didn’t stop. He fucked me through it, then pulled out, spun me around, and lifted me onto his dresser. My back pressed against the mirror as he drove back into me, legs wrapped around him.

“Say it,” he panted, forehead against mine, pounding relentlessly. “Tell me who you belong to.”

“You,” I gasped. “My stepbrother. I belong to you.”

That pushed him over. With a deep, animalistic groan, he buried himself to the hilt and came hard, flooding me again. We stayed locked together, breathing ragged, bodies trembling.

He kissed me softly, then smirked against my lips.

“Shower with me. Then I’m taking you on the couch downstairs… and maybe the kitchen counter after that. We’ve got the whole house to ourselves tonight.”

I smiled, already excited for whatever came next. “Yes, sir.”

He carried me into his bathroom without setting me down, my legs still wrapped around his waist and his cum slowly leaking down my thighs. The moment the door clicked shut, he turned on the shower, steam quickly filling the space. Only when the water was hot did he lower me under the spray.

We didn’t speak much at first. He grabbed the soap and ran his big hands over every inch of me, slow, possessive strokes across my breasts, down my stomach, between my legs. His fingers slipped inside me again, washing his cum out only to push more of it back in with lazy thrusts. I moaned softly, leaning against the tiled wall as the hot water cascaded over us.

“My turn,” I whispered, taking the soap from him.

I explored his body like I’d dreamed of doing for months. My soapy hands slid over the hard ridges of his abs, traced the deep V of his hips, and wrapped around his thick cock. He was already hard again. I stroked him slowly, watching the way his jaw clenched and his eyes darkened under the water.

“Careful,” he warned, voice rough. “Keep that up and I’m fucking you against the wall.”

I squeezed him tighter, thumb swirling over the head. “That’s exactly what I want.”

He spun me around instantly, pressing my front to the cool tiles. He kicked my legs apart, gripped my hips, and thrust into me from behind in one smooth, deep stroke. I cried out, the sound echoing off the walls. The angle was brutal, every inch dragging against that perfect spot inside me as he pounded into me hard and fast.

“Fuck…yes…harder,” I begged, pushing back to meet his thrusts.

One of his hands tangled in my wet hair, pulling my head back so he could growl into my ear. “Such a dirty little stepsister. Letting me fuck you raw in the shower like a slut.”

His words sent me spiraling. I came hard around his cock, legs shaking so badly he had to hold me up. He followed moments later, burying himself deep and filling me with another thick load.

We stayed like that for a minute, catching our breath under the spray. Then he cleaned me again, gentler this time, before we finally stepped out. He wrapped me in a towel, but didn’t let me keep it for long. As soon as we reached the living room, he yanked it off and tossed it aside.

“On the couch. On your knees.”

I obeyed instantly, kneeling on the cushions and bracing my arms on the back of the couch. He came up behind me, spreading my knees wider. This time he didn’t tease. He lined up and sank into me in one long thrust, groaning at how wet and full I already was.

“Arch your back,” he ordered.

I did, pushing my ass higher. He fucked me like that, deep, powerful strokes that made my tits bounce and my moans fill the empty house. Every thrust slapped against my ass, the sound filthy and loud. He reached around to rub my clit, and I came again within minutes, clenching around him so tightly he cursed.

He pulled out, sat on the couch, and dragged me onto his lap facing him. I sank down onto his cock again, riding him slow and deep while he sucked on my nipples.

“Look at me,” he said, voice strained.

Our eyes locked as I rolled my hips, grinding my clit against him with every movement. His hands gripped my ass, guiding me faster.

“I’m never letting you go back to sneaking around,” he growled. “This pussy is mine now. Every day. Every night. Whenever I want.”

“Yes,” I gasped, bouncing harder. “Yours. All yours.”

He thrust up to meet me, and we came together, my walls pulsing around him as he spilled deep inside me once more.

We collapsed sideways on the couch, still joined, sweaty and breathing hard. His fingers traced lazy patterns on my back.

“Kitchen counter next,” he murmured against my neck, already smiling. “I want you spread out like a meal while I eat that pretty pussy until you can’t take anymore. Then I’m bending you over it and fucking you until you scream my name loud enough for the whole neighborhood to hear.”

I shivered with fresh arousal, kissing him deeply.

“Take me there,” I whispered. “I’m not done with you either.”