Fuck Harder For Your Inheritance, Dear Stepbrother

LILA

The master suite on the yacht still smelled like sex and ocean salt when we docked back at the private pier two hours later.

My legs were shaky as I followed Jordan up the stone path toward the villa, his cum still leaking slowly down the inside of my thighs with every step. I hadn’t been allowed to clean up. That was part of the deal. Winner’s load stays inside until he says otherwise.

“Still feel me dripping out of you?” he asked without turning around, voice low and smug.

“Shut up,” I muttered, but my pussy clenched anyway, pushing another warm trickle down my leg. The red bikini was ruined, tied loosely around me like an afterthought.

Inside the villa the air conditioning hit my heated skin like ice. Jordan closed the heavy door behind us and immediately backed me against it, one hand braced beside my head.

“Challenge two is tonight,” he said. “The infinity pool at midnight. Same rules. First to make the other come wins the point. But this time… creampie wager. Loser has to keep the winner’s cum inside them for the next twenty-four hours. No washing it out. No wiping it away.”

My breath hitched. The thought was filthy, degrading, and it made me so wet I could feel myself getting slick again. “You’re disgusting.”

“You love it.” He leaned in and bit my lower lip. “And you’re going to lose again, Lila. I’m going to fuck you full and watch you walk around all day tomorrow with my cum inside your stepbrother-fucked pussy.”

I shoved him back, heart racing. “We’ll see.”

The rest of the afternoon was tense. We circled each other like predators. Every glance, every brush of skin while we made drinks or lounged near the pool, crackled with anticipation. I caught him staring at the faint bruises he’d left on my hips. I made sure to bend over in front of him in nothing but a sheer white cover-up, knowing he could see the mess still between my legs.

By the time midnight came, the villa lights were off and only the underwater lights of the infinity pool glowed soft blue against the black ocean beyond.

I dropped my robe first. Completely naked. The warm night air kissed my skin as I stepped into the pool, the water lapping at my calves, then my thighs, then my waist. Jordan followed, naked too, his thick cock already hard and heavy between his legs.

“No hands behind backs this time,” I said, voice husky. “Anything goes except full penetration until one of us comes.”

He smirked and closed the distance through the water. “Deal.”

We collided hard. Mouths crashing, tongues fighting for dominance. His hands grabbed my ass and lifted me, my legs wrapping around him as we floated near the edge. The water made everything slicker, smoother. He pinned me against the smooth tile wall of the pool and ground his cock against my clit, sliding the thick length between my folds without entering me.

“Fuck, you’re soaked again,” he groaned against my neck. “Still full of my last load too.”

I reached down and stroked him under the water, pumping his shaft with tight, twisting strokes while grinding my clit against the head. He hissed and sucked hard on my nipple, teeth grazing the sensitive peak until I moaned loudly into the night.

We fought dirty. I wrapped my legs tighter and rocked faster, trying to make him lose control first. He slipped two fingers deep into my pussy, curling them brutally while his thumb attacked my clit. The water splashed around us as we moved.

“Jordan—shit—” I gasped, head falling back.

He added a third finger, stretching me, pumping fast. I stroked him harder, faster, thumb swiping over the leaking tip. My thighs started trembling. I was close. Too close.

I tried to pull away but he held me there, fingers relentless.

“Come for me, little sis,” he growled right against my ear. “Let me feel this cunt squeeze my fingers again.”

I came with a sharp cry, pussy spasming hard around his fingers, fresh wetness mixing with the pool water and the remnants of his earlier cum. My whole body shook as the orgasm ripped through me.

Jordan didn’t give me a second to recover. He spun me around, bent me over the edge of the pool, and slammed his cock into me in one deep thrust.

“Fuck!” I screamed, the stretch intense even after everything.

He fucked me like an animal. Hard, fast strokes that drove the water splashing wildly. Every thrust pushed me harder against the cool tile, my tits pressed flat, nipples scraping with each powerful snap of his hips. His balls slapped against my clit, the sound wet and filthy.

“You lose again,” he panted, one hand fisting my wet hair. “Say it.”

“I—fuck—I lose,” I moaned, pushing back onto his cock, greedy for every inch.

He reached around and rubbed my oversensitive clit while pounding into me. The dual sensation made my eyes roll back. I came again, harder this time, pussy milking his thick shaft, squirting around him into the pool.

Jordan buried himself deep and roared as he came, flooding me with rope after thick rope of hot cum. He kept thrusting through it, slow and deep, making sure every drop stayed buried inside me.

When he finally pulled out, he turned me around and kissed me slow, almost tender. His fingers dipped between my legs, pushing his fresh load back inside my fluttering hole.

“Twenty-four hours,” he reminded me, voice rough. “You’re walking around with your stepbrother’s cum leaking out of you until tomorrow night.”

We floated in the pool for a while after, catching our breath. The silence felt heavier now. The parents’ phone call from earlier kept echoing in my head.

“They really planned this,” I said quietly, tracing the tattoo on his chest with my fingertip. “All of it. The inheritance. The challenges. Forcing us to… this.”

Jordan’s hand tightened on my waist under the water. “Yeah. Guess they figured fucking each other senseless was better than killing each other.”

I laughed, but it came out shaky. “What if I don’t want the villa anymore?”

He went still. His dark eyes searched mine. “What are you saying, Lila?”

I swallowed hard. The truth felt dangerous on my tongue. “Maybe I just want to keep doing this. Even after the thirty days. Even if it’s fucked up.”

For a second something raw flickered across his face. Not just lust. Something deeper. Then his expression hardened again.

“Don’t get soft on me now,” he said, but his voice wasn’t as steady as usual. “We still have one more challenge. And I’m not losing you—or the villa.”

He kissed me again, hungrier this time, like he was trying to drown whatever feelings were rising between us.

But as his fingers started playing with my cum-filled pussy again under the water, my phone started ringing from the lounge chair. The screen lit up with Mom’s name.

Jordan glanced at it, then back at me, his cock already hardening against my thigh once more.

“You should answer it,” he said, a dangerous edge in his voice. “Put it on speaker.”

I reached for the phone with a trembling hand, heart pounding with dread and fresh lust as his fingers pushed deeper inside me.

Whatever Mom was about to say, I had a feeling it was going to change everything.

And with Jordan’s cum still leaking out of me while he finger-fucked me in the pool, I wasn’t sure I was ready for the next truth bomb.