CHAPTER FIVE- STEP-SIN CHRISTMAS (2)

Lily's POV

I lay there wrecked, with cum cooling on my thighs.

The wall between me and them was still vibrating like it had a pulse. Mom’s cries had faded into soft, satisfied whimpers, but Max’s low growl lingered in my ears.

The way he had moaned, growled dirty words into her ear “Take it, baby, take every fucking inch.”

My fingers were already moving again before I could stop them.

I was still slick from earlier, still swollen, still his. I spread my legs wider, knees hooked over the edge of the bed, and slid two fingers back inside my cunt.

“Hmmm…..Daddy..” The wet sound was obscene in the quiet.

Thump.

The headboard next door hit the wall again, slow, deliberate. It was as if he knew what I was doing and he was trying to match me.

“Again? God, Max..mmmm” Mom's voice protested before trembling into a moan at the end.

I increased the rhythm. In. Out. Curling my fingers deep, trying to find that spot with a thumb on my clit.

“Yes…. right there….” I moaned, imagining it was his massive cock stretching me, not my pathetic fingers.

“Fuck me like that,” I whispered to the dark. “Fuck me like you own me.”

“Yes, yes…right there….fuck….harder” mum moaned next door.

The first orgasm hit at the same time. It was fast, sharp, electric. My pussy clenching so hard my toes curled.

I bit the pillow to muffle the moan, but it still came out—“Max…fuck”

Next door, he growled louder. “You love this cock, don’t you?”

“Yes..daddy” I moaned as I shoved a third finger in, stretching myself open, my hips rolling in rhythm with my fingers.

The second climax built slower, deeper, aching.

I pictured him behind Mom, gripping her hips, slamming into her, buried so deeply his balls were slapping her clit.

But it was my cunt he was wrecking. My name he’d growl.

“Harder,” I gasped into the sheets. “Harder, Daddy—”

The third orgasm crashed over me like a wave, back arching, tits bouncing, fairy lights blurring into streaks of red and green.

My pussy gushed around my fingers, soaking the comforter. I didn’t care.

But it wasn’t enough.

The fourth time, I was sobbing into the pillow,my fingers cramping and my clit raw.

“Please….please fuck me..” I imagined him flipping me over, pinning my wrists while driving that thick cock so deep I’d feel it in my throat.

“I’m your little slut, Max….your Christmas whore…”

The fifth climax left me shaking, thighs trembling, cunt throbbing like a heartbeat.

I came so hard I saw stars, but the ache deep inside didn’t fade.

“Please….fill me….claim me…destroy me…” I murmured as tears streaked down my face.

The ache only grew. A hollow, gnawing need only his cock could fill.

I fell asleep with my fingers still inside me, dreaming of snow and sin.

Morning came too bright.

Everything seemed too loud for my sensitive ears.

I could hear mom’s laughter in the kitchen. The smell of coffee and cinnamon rolls wafting throughout the whole house.

I dragged myself downstairs in an oversized sweater and leggings, my hair a mess and my pussy still tender.

Max didn’t look at me. Not once.

He stood behind Mom at the stove, arms around her waist, kissing her neck while she flipped pancakes.

“Morning, babe,” he murmured into her hair. His hand slid down, cupping her ass through her robe.

I poured coffee with shaking hands, drinking in the sight before me.

“Just look at me. Please.” I begged silently.

But he didn’t.

All day, he was hers. He helped her wrap gifts, laughed loudly at her stories, kissed her temple when she passed him the gravy.

I sat across the table, thighs clenched, my cunt aching every time his voice dropped low.

By evening, Mom had friends over. Three of them, wine was flowing and Christmas carols blaring from the speakers.

I slipped away to the laundry room to escape the noise. The dryer was still warm from earlier, humming low.

I leaned against it, eyes closed, trying to breathe.

The door clicked shut behind me.

I didn’t turn. I Didn’t need to because I already knew who it was.

His hands were on me before I could speak, rough, possessive, yanking my leggings down to my knees.

“Fuck….ahh” I missed as my panties followed, the seam brushing against my sore and tender pussy.

“You’ve been dripping all day, haven’t you?” His voice was a growl against my ear.

“Thinking about my cock while I fucked your mom’s brains out.”

“Hmm…and what if I said I didn't” I whimpered.

He spun me, bent me over the dryer. The metal was hot against my tits, nipples stiff through the sweater.

I could hear him unzipping his pants. Then I felt it.

His cock was massive, throbbing, slick with pre-cum and it nudged my entrance.

“Tell me you want it.”

I couldn't take the teasing anymore….he knew I wanted him badly.

“Fuck me,” I begged. “Please…Daddy..”

The bastard didn't even allow me finish before he slammed in me in one thrust, no mercy.

“Ahhhh….nghhgh”

My scream was swallowed by the dryer’s rumble.

My pussy stretched wide, struggling to accommodate his size. It burned, making my eyes water but the burning was sweet.

“Fuck…..yes….”

“Shit…..u're so tight….mmmm….. tighter than your mother “ He growled as he sets a brutal pace.

His hips snaps forward as he buries himself so deep his balls were slapping my clit.

The machine vibrated beneath me, buzzing through my cunt, amplifying every stroke.

“Ahhh…..right there….harder…. please” I moaned loudly, my eyes rolling into the back of my head.

“Quiet,” he hissed, his rough large hand fisting my hair.

“Your mom’s right down the hall. You want her to hear her little girl getting railed like a Christmas whore?”

I bit my lip till it bled.

“No…..Yes…..Fuck….” I mumbled incoherently, the pleasure blurring my speech.

His other hand snaked around, his fingers finding my clit and rubbing tight, merciless circles.

“Is this what you wanted? My cock wrecking your tight little cunt while she laughs with her friends?”

“Yes….oh God…..harder….”

He obliged, Pounding into me deeper and faster than I thought was possible.

The dryer rattling beneath me like it might explode.

My Santa hat, some stupid thing Mom made me wear..slipped off, tumbling to the floor.

“Fuck me harder, Daddy….ahhh

..fuck…” I moaned as he drove in so deep my vision blurred.

He flipped me suddenly, his cock slipping out as he hoisted me onto the washer.

He draped my legs over his shoulders, before spearing his massive cock back in.

“Nghhh…..ahhh…..mmmm…” The angle was brutal. He kept on hitting that spot inside me that made me see stars.

“Look at me,” he snarled. “Look at me while I ruin this pussy.”

I struggled to meet his gaze. His eyes were black and wild, his pupils dilated with lust written all over them. Sweat dripped from his brow onto my tits.

“You’re tighter than her,” he growled. “So much fucking tighter. Gonna fill you up…..gonna destroy this sweet little cunt…”

“Do it…”

He rubbed my clit faster, thumb slick with my juices.

“Come for me, baby. Come on Daddy’s cock.”

“Ahhhhh…. Max..” I cried out his name as I shattered.

My pussy clamping down, gushing around him, as my orgasm ripped through me like fire.

He didn’t stop…. ohhh Good Lord…..instead he fucked me through it, prolonging the waves till I was sobbing,

begging.

“ Max….Daddy…. please”

“Again,” he demanded.

I came a second time, this time harder. My back arching off, tits bouncing free as he yanked my sweater up completely.

“Third time’s the charm,” he muttered, biting my neck as his fingers twisted my nipples mercilessly.

He pulled out suddenly, then he spun me again.

This time face down, with my ass up before he slammed back in.

The new angle had me screaming into my forearm… my pussy fluttering, clit grinding against the washer’s edge.

“Max—Max—MAX—”

I came a third time, my vision completely whiting out, as my cunt milked him desperately.

“Fuck…fuck” He cursed, his hips stuttering as his thrusts became sloppy.

“Fuck…I'm gonna…”

“Inside,” I gasped. “Fill me..”

He buried himself deeper, his cock pulsing, as he flooded me with heat. Thick ropes of cum painting my walls, claiming me.

We stayed locked like that, panting, the dryer still humming beneath us.

Down the hall, Mom’s laughter rang out, oblivious to the fact that I was fucking my step-father in the laundry room.

Max pulled out slow, his cum dripping down my thighs. He tucked himself away into his pants, zipping up.

“Clean up,” he said, voice rough. “Before she notices you’re gone.”

I nodded, my legs trembling, pussy throbbing with aftershocks.

He paused at the door,then glanced back to take my completely ruined look in.

“Merry Christmas, baby.”

I smiled, weak, completely ruined and utterly satisfied.

Merry fucking Christmas.