Step-Brother's Greedy Cock

The morning light filtered through the bathroom blinds as I stepped into the shower, the hot water cascading over my sore muscles. My body still ached in the best and most dangerous way—reminders of Rhys buried deep inside me last night, the warm fullness of his cum inside of me before falling asleep. I tilted my head under the spray, trying to clear my thoughts. I was heading back to school today. My life was going to go back to normal, away from Rhys. I had to pull myself together.

The shower door slid open behind me.

I startled, nearly slipping, but strong hands caught my hips.

“Morning, baby,” Rhys murmured, voice still rough with sleep as he stepped in behind me, completely naked. The door clicked shut, trapping us in the steamy heat. His hard, muscular body pressed against my back, thick cock already half-hard and nestling between my ass cheeks.

His cock would be the death of me. But I didn't mind that. I would happily die with his cock inside me.

“Rhys...what the fuck? Mom and David are downstairs...”

“They’re making coffee. We have time.” He nipped at my shoulder, one hand sliding down to wrap around my cock, stroking slowly as water poured over us. “Couldn’t stop thinking about how you looked leaking my load last night. I need to feel you again.”

The steam thickened the air, making everything slick and hazy. Rhys grabbed the bottle of waterproof lube he must have brought in with him and squeezed a generous amount onto his fingers. The familiar sweet scent mixed with the clean smell of my body wash.

He didn’t tease for long. Two slick fingers pushed into me, stretching my still-sensitive hole with wet, filthy sounds barely muffled by the running water. I braced my hands on the tiled wall, moaning softly as he curled them against my prostate.

“Still so full of me,” he growled approvingly, scissoring and pumping. “ I'm gonna fuck you again. Right here.”

He added more lube, slicked his now rock-hard cock, and lined up. The fat head pressed against my entrance,blunt and insistent. With one smooth thrust, he buried himself to the hilt inside me, the water making everything even wetter and smoother.

“Fuck...!” I gasped, the stretch intense and perfect.

He clamped a hand over my mouth, hips already snapping forward in deep, powerful strokes. The slap of wet skin on skin echoed in the shower. Every thrust drove me forward, my cock sliding against the cool tiles while his thick length dragged along every sensitive nerve inside me.

“So tight… so fucking greedy,” he panted against my ear, water streaming down his face. “Taking your stepbrother’s cock raw in the shower like a desperate slut while our parents are right downstairs.”

I tried so hard not to make any sound. It was worse ,because our parents were awake and right below us.

He fucked me harder, one hand on my hip, the other reaching around to jerk me in time with his thrusts. I tried my best to steady myself but the wall was slippery. Steam curled around us. The scent of sex, lube, and soap filled the small space. My legs shook as he pounded into me, angling perfectly to hammer my prostate with every brutal snap of his hips.

His thrust never slowed down. Not even when my legs almost gave out. He held me still and fucked me senseless.

I came first. It was sudden, I swear I saw stars. Thick ropes of cum shoot across the tiles with a muffled cry against his palm , my hole clenched around him.

Rhys groaned low, burying himself deep. “Good boy. Now take mine.”

He slammed in one last time and came, pulsing hot and thick inside me. His seed flooded my insides, filling me up again. He kept grinding through it, pushing his cum deeper and deeper inside me.

We stayed like that for a long minute, panting under the spray. Rhys kissed the back of my neck tenderly. He pulled out and thrust in lazily a few times before finally he pulled out slowly. A thick trickle of his cum ran down my thigh, washed away only partially by the water.

He cleaned us both efficiently, hands surprisingly gentle as he soaped my body and rinsed me off. When we finally stepped out, the mirror was completely fogged.

I was definitely going to have a hard time sitting the whole day.

We went our separate ways to dress up. I put on a black jeans,blue hoodies, and carried the small back pack I had brought home with me. Downstairs, Mom and David were at the kitchen table. Talking and smiling without a single clue of what went down upstairs.

“ I'll miss you both,” Mom said, pulling us both into tight hugs. David gave us each a firm pat on the back with a warm smile.

“Drive safe,” he added.

We hugged them back, smiling normally, with no form of remorse or whatsoever concerning what we did.

Outside, the morning air was cool. I headed toward my car, Rhys toward his. Just before I reached the door, Rhys caught my wrist and pulled me into a tight hug, bodies pressed close for a brief moment where no one could see.

His lips brushed my ear, voice low and smug. “Do you still think that was the last time?”

A shiver ran through me as the hair at the back of my neck stood up. I didn’t answer because I obviously couldn’t. Heat flooded my face as I felt the subtle ache in my ass and the phantom heat of his cum still inside me.

Rhys pulled back with that infuriating smirk, saying he knew exactly what he was doing to me. He winked once before climbing into his car.

I got into mine, hands shaking slightly on the wheel. The moment my ass touched the seat the memories swam through my head. The pain was like a reminder that it wasn’t over. And it might never be, and I didn't mind that.

As I pulled out of the driveway behind him, a smile tugged at my lips.

For the first time in my life, I couldn't wait for Christmas to come.