LOGINChapter 4: Daily Creampie Addiction
I woke up the next morning with sunlight pouring through the window and a warm sticky feeling between my legs. Jake was still asleep beside me one arm thrown over my waist like he never wanted to let me go. My pussy felt sore and full at the same time. I could feel his cum from last night slowly leaking out of me and making a wet spot on the sheets. Even after everything we did in the dark I wanted more. My body already craved him again. I turned my head and looked at him. His face looked so peaceful in the morning light but I knew what that body could do. I remembered every thrust every groan every time he filled me up. My hand moved down without thinking and touched my swollen lips. They were puffy and sensitive. When I pressed a finger inside a thick drop of his cum came out and coated my skin. The sight of it made my heart beat faster. I loved knowing he had marked me like this. Jake stirred and opened his eyes. He saw where my hand was and smiled that same wicked smile from the night before. “Morning little sister” he said in a sleepy voice. “Already playing with my cum? Greedy girl.” I blushed but I did not stop. “I can feel it inside me” I whispered. “It feels so good. I do not want it to leak out yet.” He rolled on top of me in one smooth move pinning me gently to the bed. His cock was already hard and pressed against my thigh. “Then I will just have to give you a fresh load” he said. “Keep you full all day so you remember who you belong to.” He kissed me slow and deep while his hand slid between my legs. He pushed two fingers inside me mixing his old cum with my fresh wetness. I moaned into his mouth and spread my thighs wider. He pumped his fingers a few times then pulled them out and brought them to my lips. I sucked them clean tasting us together. “See how good we taste?” he murmured. “Now open up for me again.” I felt the thick head of his cock push against my entrance. He slid in easy this time because I was still so wet and open from the night before. We both groaned at the same time. He filled me completely stretching me just right. This time he did not rush. He moved slow and steady rocking his hips so every inch rubbed against my walls. “Look at me” he said. His eyes locked on mine. “I want to watch your face while I breed you in the daylight.” I held his gaze as he fucked me. The morning sun made everything brighter and clearer. I could see the way his jaw tightened every time he pushed deep. I could see the sweat starting to shine on his chest. My breasts bounced softly with each thrust and he leaned down to suck one nipple into his mouth. “You feel so perfect” he groaned against my skin. “This pussy was made for my cock. I am going to fill it every single morning before you even get out of bed.” He started moving faster. The bed creaked softly under us. I wrapped my legs around his waist pulling him deeper. My hands gripped his back and my nails left little marks. Pleasure built inside me quick and hot until I could not hold it back. “I am going to cum” I gasped. “Cum for me” he ordered. “Squeeze my cock and take my seed.” I came hard clenching around him while waves of pleasure rolled through my whole body. Jake followed right after. He buried himself deep and let go pumping fresh hot cum straight into me. I felt every spurt filling me up until it started to leak out around his cock. He stayed inside me for a long time kissing my neck and whispering how good I felt. When he finally pulled out more cum dripped onto the sheets. He watched it with satisfaction then scooped some up on his fingers and pushed it back inside me. “Keep it in today” he said. “I want you walking around the house feeling me leak out of you all day long.” We got up and showered together. Even there he could not keep his hands off me. He pressed me against the tiles and fucked me again quick and hard until he filled me one more time. By the time we dried off my pussy felt heavy and full again. The rest of the day went like that. Every chance we got he claimed me. In the kitchen while I made coffee he bent me over the counter and fucked me from behind until I came with his hand over my mouth so the neighbors would not hear. Later on the couch during a movie he pulled me onto his lap and made me ride him slow while his cum from before still dripped down his balls. By evening I had lost count of how many loads he had given me. My panties were soaked through and every step reminded me of the warm wetness inside me. I felt addicted. I needed it now. Needed to feel him pump me full and know I was carrying his cum everywhere I went. That night after dinner he took me back to his bed. This time he laid me on my back and put my legs over his shoulders so he could go even deeper. He fucked me slow and intense staring into my eyes the whole time. “Tell me what you want” he said between thrusts. “I want your cum” I moaned. “Every day. I want to be full of it all the time. I am addicted to my stepbrother’s creampies. Please breed me again.” He smiled and gave me exactly what I asked for. He came hard flooding my womb once more. When he pulled out he pushed a plug into me that he must have bought just for this. It kept every drop inside while we fell asleep. From that day on it became our secret routine. Every morning and every night he filled me. Sometimes quick and rough. Sometimes slow and loving. But always ending with me leaking his cum and begging for the next load. I was completely hooked. My stepbrother had claimed me and I never wanted it to stop. Every creampie made me his a little more and I loved every single one.Chapter 4: Morning AfterI woke up to the feeling of warm lips trailing down my spine.Lucas was behind me, his strong body pressed against mine under the sheets. His hand slid possessively over my hip, pulling me back against his already hard cock. The early morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a soft glow over his bedroom.“Morning,” he murmured against my shoulder, voice rough with sleep and desire. He nipped at my skin, then soothed it with his tongue. “Couldn’t resist you lying here naked in my bed.”I arched back against him with a soft moan as his thick cock nestled between my ass cheeks. He reached around, cupping one of my breasts and pinching my nipple while grinding slowly against me.“Lucas…” I breathed, already wet for him again.He flipped me onto my back and settled between my spread thighs, looking down at me with dark, hungry eyes. His cock was heavy and leaking against my inner thigh.“I need to taste you again,” he growled.He kissed his way down my
Chapter 3: After DarkThe bouquet of wildflowers sat on my kitchen counter for days, a constant reminder of Lucas. Every time I passed them, I remembered the way he looked at me when Lily wasn’t watching — that quiet hunger mixed with hesitation. The tension between us had been building like a storm, slow and heavy, until one night it finally broke.It was a Thursday. Lily was staying at her grandparents’ house for the weekend. Lucas texted me just after 9 PM:Lucas: Lily’s gone for the night. The house feels too quiet. If you’re free… come over for a drink? No pressure.My heart raced as I read it. I knew what this was. We both did.I changed into a soft black slip dress that hugged my curves and fell just above mid-thigh, then slipped through the back gate separating our yards. Lucas opened the door before I could knock. He was wearing a simple black t-shirt and gray sweatpants, his hair slightly messy, his jaw shadowed with stubble.The moment the door closed behind me, the air cha
Chapter 2: Swing Sets and Shared SecretsThe next two weeks passed in a rhythm that felt both completely normal and quietly thrilling. Lucas and Lily became a regular part of my daily life in small but meaningful ways. Lily would wave at me enthusiastically every morning when Lucas took her to kindergarten. In the evenings, she often ran to the fence separating our yards, holding up drawings she’d made at school or asking if Muffin the cat wanted to come say hello.Lucas, on the other hand, was more reserved — but his smiles when he saw me were growing warmer, less guarded.One golden Saturday afternoon, I was in my backyard reading when I heard Lily’s excited voice.“Harper! Harper, look what Daddy made me!”I looked up to see Lily on her new swing set, pumping her little legs as high as she could go. Lucas stood behind her, gently pushing the swing with a soft smile on his face. He was wearing a simple gray t-shirt and jeans, his hair slightly messy from the breeze. The sight of him
Chapter 1: The New NeighborThe moving truck arrived on a warm Saturday morning, disrupting the usual quiet of our suburban street. I watched from my front porch with a cup of coffee in hand as boxes and furniture were carried into the house next door. I had lived in this neighborhood for two years, enjoying the peace after college. At twenty-four, I worked remotely as a freelance writer, which meant I noticed everything that happened on our street.Especially when it involved a tall, handsome single dad and his young daughter.He stepped out of a black SUV, lifting a heavy box with ease. He looked to be in his late thirties — tall, broad-shouldered, with dark tousled hair, a strong jawline, and kind but tired eyes. His little girl, no older than six, clung to his leg, holding a stuffed bunny.I waved politely when he glanced my way. He returned the gesture with a small, exhausted smile.Later that afternoon, while I was watering my front garden, he walked over with his daughter’s han
Chapter 2: In Their Bed The next night came too slowly. All day I felt nervous and excited at the same time. Mom left for her book club at seven. She kissed Victor on the cheek and told him not to wait up. She smiled at me and said she would be back around ten. The moment her car left the driveway, Victor looked at me with dark hungry eyes. “Come upstairs,” he said. My heart beat fast as I followed him to their bedroom. The same room where my mother slept every night. Victor closed the door behind us and locked it. He turned and pulled me into his arms. His mouth crashed down on mine. He kissed me hard, his tongue pushing deep while his hands grabbed my ass. “I have been thinking about this all day,” he said against my lips. “Fucking my stepdaughter in the bed I share with her mother.” He pushed me onto the big bed. I landed on my back on the same sheets Mom had made this morning. Victor climbed on top of me and kissed me again. His hands pulled my t-shirt over my head. I was no
My Mother’s Young Husband Chapter 1: The Man My Mother Could Never Handle I never expected to hate my mother’s new husband so quickly. Or want him even more. My name is Mia and I am twenty years old. Mom got married again three weeks ago to a man named Victor. He is only twenty nine — just nine years older than me. Tall, muscular, with sharp jawline, dark eyes, and a deep voice that makes my stomach tighten every time he speaks. Mom is forty five and looks proud to have such a young, hot husband. She keeps touching his arm and laughing too loudly around him. Tonight they threw a small welcome party at our house. I wore a short red dress that hugged my body tightly. It showed a lot of cleavage and barely covered my ass. I told myself I was just dressing up for the party, but deep down I knew I wanted Victor to look at me. The house was full of music and guests. Mom was busy showing off in the kitchen. I stood near the living room window with a glass of wine when Victor walked up b







