Rule Number 3: Always Stay Naked!

Zane had Tara pinned naked against the tall living room window, her full breasts pressed flush to the cool glass. Her hard nipples dragged against it with every brutal thrust as he fucked her from behind. His thick cock slammed deep into her cum-filled pussy, stretching her walls with wet, filthy sounds.

“Quiet, baby,” he growled, one large hand clamped firmly over her mouth while the other gripped her hip. “Let your stepbrother ruin this greedy cunt while we wait for her.” His eyes stayed locked on the driveway outside, muscles tense with protective focus even as he pounded her harder.

Tara moaned helplessly into his palm, her breath fogging the glass. Her curvy body jiggled with each powerful stroke. His heavy balls slapped her swollen clit, sending sparks through her core. “Mmmph… Zane… so deep,” she whimpered against his fingers, pussy clenching greedily around his veined shaft.

Minutes earlier, Zane had kept her fully naked after the shower, his cum still leaking down her thighs. When the doorbell rang, he positioned her right here at the window with a wicked, possessive glint in his eyes. “Stay right here. Feel me while I send her away.”

Now his cock pistoned relentlessly, dragging along her g-spot with every deep plunge. He reached around and rubbed her throbbing clit in fast circles, coating his fingers in their mixed juices. Tara’s legs shook. Her pussy creamed heavily around him, dripping down her inner thighs.

“Such a good girl staying naked and wet for me,” he praised hotly against her ear. “This pussy belongs to your stepbrother. No one else gets to touch what’s mine.”

The ex-girlfriend’s voice carried from the front door as Zane called out that he was busy. Tara’s heart raced with risky thrill while he continued fucking her senseless against the glass. He finally pulled out, spun her around, and dropped to his knees for a moment, burying his face in her soaked folds. His tongue licked greedily, sucking their cream from her hole before he stood and slammed back inside her in one rough thrust.

Tara came hard, pussy spasming wildly around his cock, fresh squirt soaking his balls. Zane groaned and flooded her with another thick creampie, pumping rope after rope deep into her womb while murmuring, “Good girl. Taking my load so perfectly.”

He handled the ex quickly at the door, sending her away with cold finality, then carried Tara’s naked, trembling body back to the home gym. He set her in front of the full-length mirrors.

“Watch,” he commanded softly, turning her to face their reflection. “Watch how beautifully your stepbrother claims you.”

Zane made her bend slightly, hands on the mirror, and entered her from behind again. Slow this time, letting her see every thick inch disappear into her puffy, cum-dripping pussy. He worshipped her body with his hands, cupping her heavy bouncing breasts, pinching her nipples, and rubbing her belly. “Been obsessed with you since our parents’ wedding, Tara. The way you smile, the fire in you… you heal the parts of me the military broke.”

His thrusts deepened as he shared vulnerable stories between kisses on her shoulder. Tara melted, guilt fading into raw connection. She pushed back to meet him, watching in the mirror as he took her completely.

He flipped her to face him, lifted one leg, and drove back in. Eye contact never broke as he fucked her standing, deep and possessive. “Gonna breed this perfect pussy. Fill you until you’re swollen with our baby. You’re my safe place too.”

Tara shattered again, crying out as her orgasm ripped through her. Zane followed, pumping her full once more until cum ran freely down her legs.

In the tender afterglow, he carried her naked body to his bed for gentle massage and forehead kisses. But as he stepped away briefly, Tara’s curiosity won. She grabbed his phone to check the time and froze.

Dozens of hidden videos. Her private workout streams. Recordings of her stretching, squatting, sweating. Zane had pleasured himself to them for months.

Before she could fully process, his phone buzzed with a new text from their parents: *Trip cut short. Heading home in two days. Can’t wait to see you both!*

Zane returned, eyes darkening with possessive hunger as he saw what she held. “We’re not stopping, Tara. Not ever.”