CHAPTER FOUR- STEP-SIN CHRISTMAS

Lily's POV

I pulled the door open, desperate to get away from the cold snowy air. I kicked off my work boots, snow melting into ugly puddles on the mat. “Ugh…Mom would hate that” I sighed as I moved further into the house.

The hallway smelled like cinnamon sticks and pine needles. Fake evergreen branches were sagging under dollar-store ornaments.

I drove eight hours from that frozen pit of a campus, my roommate's cat dying was the final shove, so I'd left early.

Mum wasn't aware I was coming today. At least not until I was 15 minutes away. I didn't text her, just driving till my eyes burned from exhaustion.

Mom texted back.

Pie's in the oven, I'll be home late. Love you.

But the lights were on upstairs.

I padded barefoot toward the kitchen light.

My mouth dried at the sight in front of me.

A strange man in my kitchen, shirtless. His back to me, with jeans slung low enough the top of his ass cracked free when he stretched for a beer.

Tattoos were everywhere, a dragon coiling up one shoulder blade like it wanted to bite him. Water still beaded on his skin, rolling slowly down the grooves of his spine, showing he was fresh from the shower.

“Who the fuck are you?” I blurted, louder than I meant to.

The fridge door shut with a thud. He turned, slow, deliberate.

My fucking lungs seem to have forgotten their job as I took him in. He was thirty, maybe thirty-one, with a stubble sharp enough to cut.

His body….. fucking Santa…his body was moulded like sin. I could feel my pussy clenching as I looked up to meet his gaze.

His eyes, the color of wet asphalt, locked on me like he'd been waiting.

“ Lily.” He drawled.

“You know me?” My stomach lurched, as heat pooled between my legs at the sound of his deep voice.

Mom had said something about a rebound guy last month

Max this, Max that. But not hot….not like this.

Not built like he'd fuck me into next Christmas.

“Stepdad” he added, lips curling just enough to make my clit twitch.

“Guess we're doing this now.” He took a swig from his beer bottle.

My eyes found his throat working under the skin and I suddenly wanted to taste him.

“Your mom's working late. The pie's burning, by the way.”

I crossed my arms, nipples stiff against my sweater. I hadn't worn a bra on purpose, I didn't want to be uncomfortable while driving.

“I was going to wait for her, then come home together.” I trembled pressing my thighs together.

“You were” He grinned, stepping closer.

His bare feet on the tile, beer bottle dangling from two fingers.

“But you didn't.”

The air thickened. Christmas lights throwing red and green across his chest like blood and envy.

I could've gone upstairs. Should've.

Instead l stayed, heart drumming in her throat.

“I'm gonna…shower, change, something.” I mumbled as my words dried up when his gaze flicked down to the way my leggings clung to in between my thighs.

Fuck,he noticed I was dripping. Of course he did.

“Need help unpacking?”. His voice dropped low, smooth as velvet.

“Fuck off.” I snapped from embarrassment but it came out breathy.

I bolted past him, my shoulder brushing his pec and a jolt went through my spine

straight to my pussy.

I hauled my bag up the stairs two at a time, slamming the door behind me and locking it.

My room still smelled like lavender sachets and old secrets. Fairy lights tangled on the curtain rod, blinking lazy.

I couldn't take it anymore. I stripped fast. Sweater was off with my tits bouncing free, and nipples aching.

If I’d been wet when I saw Max by the fridge, now I was soaked. I shoved my leggings down, and kicked them aside.

I caught myself in the mirror. I arched my back on the bed, legs wide and bent, skin flush, cunt glistening under trimmed curls.

“Hmm..Max” I moaned as I bit my lip hard enough to taste iron.

I crawled into my blanket, and slid a hand between my legs.

“Ahhh” I gasped , arching my back as I inserted one finger, then another.

“Fuck….Maxx” I trembled as I pictured his mouth there instead, his rough stubble scraping thighs.

I imagined him saying my name while I rode his tongue.

“Nghh….ahh…maxx….harder” I moaned, my screams muffled by the pillow.

“Ahh…..faster” I was close to my release. My hips rolling faster, clit throbbing as I rode my fingers, when the door suddenly creaked open.

Fuck…the door was not locked after all.

Max leaned in the frame,his beer gone, pupils blown wide.

“Jesus, kid.” His gaze wasn't scolding. It was worshiping, as he watched me scramble for the blanket that had somehow slipped off.

I could see the way his cock strained against the zipper, begging to be free.

I could see the outline, it was thick, curved…just right.

I froze, my fingers buried to the knuckle in my pussy.

I clutched the blanket tightly to my chest like armor.

“You heard that?” I hissed, pissed he interrupted my orgasm.

“ Every fucking syllable” he said.

“Thin walls, princess. Thought you'd be louder, actually.”

The word princess landed hot between my legs, causing me to drip.

I hated how my clit answered.

“You're disgusting”

“You say my name when you come?”

“Fuck you. Yeah….Just…get out.” I trembled, my voice cracking.

“You started without me.” His voice was hoarse.

He stepped closer. Carpet muffled his steps till he was at the foot of the bed, looming. Then he stopped. His hands clenched by his sides, like he was holding himself back.

“ You want me to go?. Tell me you don't want this, and I'll go.”

My pussy clenched around nothing. As if the bitch knew I was fucking our chances of being screwed up.

“Fuck you.” I glared at him with hooded eyes.

My thighs were still open, the blanket slipping. I could smell myself on my fingers…..salty, hungry.

Max's gaze dropped to my hand, still glistening, then back up.

“Watch your language” he teased, but his eyes were black.

“Touch yourself more. Let me watch your pussy drip for me”

I hated how good it felt, him saying those words. I pretended to ignore him but I spread my legs wider, adding a third finger.

“Hm…ahh…fuckkk” I panted as my pussy made slick noises that seemed loud in the quiet house.

“Shitt…lily” Max muttered, his breath ragged as he palmed himself through his jeans.

“That's it. Imagine it's me curling my fingers in your tight soaking pussy.”

“Say my name.”

“Maxx..” I groaned, my voice cracking on the second syllable.

“ Fuck…maxx…I'm…cumming” I screamed as I came hard, back arching, toes curling into themselves as I rode my orgasm.

“Good girl.” He murmured as he turned on his heels.

“Wait….where are you going?” I blurted without thinking.

He halted, turned back and knelt on the bed—actually knelt—like I was royalty.

I scooted back until my head hit the headboard.

“Mom…this is not right.” I mumbled.

“And you should not be thinking about Mom right now.” He smirked as his hand slid up my ankle, slow, his thumb tracing flesh.

Goosebumps followed like obedient soldiers.

“You should be thinking about how I'd feel inside you.”

“ How I'd stretch you. How I'd fuck you till Christmas lights burned out.”

I swallowed hard. My pussy already soaking, imagining him doing just that.

“You're too old.”

“Old? I’m just thirty little girl and thirty is not dead, baby.” His palm kept moving, my calf, knee, then inner thigh.

He stopped at the edge where the blanket met skin and held my gaze.

“Thirty means I know exactly what to do with a wet little pussy like yours.”

“Means I won't come in two minutes like some college prick.”

My breath hitched.

“And when you do come,” he murmured, fingers slipping under the blanket.

“You'll scream my name. Not his, mine”

I grabbed his wrist, partly to stop him, partly to drag him closer. He let me.

One thick finger circled my clit without mercy.

“Say it.”

“Max” I gasped, my pussy fluttering. Another circle.

“Again.”

“Ohh…Max..”I moaned as he pushed inside one finger to the knuckle, then another, curling them just right.

“Ahhh…fuck..ohh” I bucked, my blanket falling away entirely.

My tits spilled free, nipples hard as December hail.

Max groaned like he was the one being tortured.

“Jesus, look at these.”

He bent, tongue flicking one stiff peak.

“Max…..Faster….oh God” She cried out, hips rolling onto his hand.

“Quiet” he warned against my skin, breath scorching me like fire.

“Ohh…faster…..oh God….. I'm cumming” I panted as I shattered around his fingers.

Max’s finger slid out of me, slow and deliberate, like he wanted me to feel every inch of the emptiness he left behind.

My pussy clenched around nothing, still throbbing, still dripping.

I lay there on my childhood comforter, my legs trembling, tits heaving, fairy lights blinking across my sweat-slick skin like a crime scene.

He stood above me. And adjusted the thick bulge in his jeans with one lazy hand, his dark eyes never leaving mine.

“Get some rest, kid,” he said, voice rough as gravel.

“ What the fu-” I opened my mouth but the words died when the front door slammed downstairs.

“Lily? Honey, I’m home!”

Mom’s voice, bright and oblivious, floated up the stairs.

I could hear her keys jangling, boots thumping.

Max’s grin turned sharp.

“That’s my cue.”

He leaned down, thumb brushing my lower lip, smearing my own wetness there.

“Listen close, baby. Every sound you hear next door? That’s me thinking of you.”

Then he was gone, with the door clicked shut.

I scrambled for the blanket, my heart thumping loudly in my chest.

I could hear footsteps on the stairs—Mom’s, then Max’s deeper ones intercepting.

“Hey, babe,” he said, smooth as sin. “Lily’s wiped. Eight hours on the road. She’s out cold.”

Mom’s laugh, soft. “Poor thing. Let her sleep. I'll see her tomorrow”

There was a pause. Then the creak of the hallway floorboards.

Their bedroom door which was right next to mine, shut with a soft thud.

Then the bedframe hit the wall.

“Max—” Mom gasped.

“Shh. Quiet. She’s right there.” His voice, low and filthy. “But you want this cock, don’t you?”

“Ohhh….” She moaned.

I heard the zipper of Mom’s coat. Then fabric hitting the floor.

I pressed my thighs together, clit still swollen, aching.

Every thrust rattled the wall—my wall. I could picture it.

Max behind her, jeans shoved down just enough, cock slamming deep. Mom’s hands braced on the headboard, tits bouncing, as her mouth open in silent screams.

“Fuck….yes….harder…”

Thump-thump-thump-thump.

“Hmmm….nngghhh”

I bit the pillow to muffle my own whimper. My fingers found my cunt again, slick with my arousal.

I fucked myself to the rhythm next door. Slowly at first, then brutal, matching every grunt, every slap of skin.

Max’s voice, muffled but clear: “This what you wanted all day? My cock splitting you open?”

“Ahhh….yess” Mom’s cry was high, broken.

I came hard, teeth in cotton, tears in my eyes, pussy spasming around my fingers.

The bed next door kept going.

Thump.

Thump.

Thump.

Until Mom climaxed loud, shameless.

Then Max’s low growl as he gave one final thrust.

I lay there, wrecked, cum cooling on my thighs, listening to them breathe through the wall.

He’d fucked her like a promise.

And I’d never wanted him more.