MasukI woke up at four in the morning because he was hard again. Not on purpose. Just pressed up against my back, hot and heavy, and it was touching the inside of my thigh and my body had apparently decided on its own to be ready for it. "James." "Mm." "You're poking me." "Sorry." "You're not sorry." "I'm a little sorry." I turned around. He was lying on his back, blinking at the ceiling, cock standing straight up out of his underwear. Half awake. Hair a disaster. "Go back to sleep," he said. I pushed the sheet off. "Bright." "What." "Don't be a tease. It's four in the morning." I swung one leg over him. "I'm not teasing." Then I sat down on him. Both of us hissed at the same time. He was still slick with me from an hour ago and he went in so easily it was almost unfair, and I took him all the way to the base and stayed there and just breathed. "Fuck, he said, wide awake now, hands landing on my hips. "Okay. Okay, yeah." I started to move. Slow at firs
"No." "Good." He walked to the bed. "I want you wet because of me. Not because of your hand." He sat on the edge of the mattress. It dipped. His hand came down on my hip over the sheet and he leaned in and kissed me, and it was a different kind of kiss than before. Slower. Deeper. The kind that isn't in a hurry and knows it doesn't have to be. Then he pulled the sheet back. The shirt had ridden up to my stomach. My legs were bare and I could feel him looking at them. At all of it. "Take this off," he said, tugging the shirt. I sat up and pulled it over my head and then I was naked in front of him in the dark and I didn't have it in me to cover up anymore. He pushed me back down flat. One hand on my chest. He didn't squeeze; he just held me there, palm flat, thumb sliding once over my nipple. "Say something," I said. "Anything. Please." He smiled. I could see it even in the dark. "You want me to talk to you?" "Yeah." "Okay." He moved down the bed. Kissed my st
Later That Night. My legs did not work right for a long time. I stood there against the door with my shorts still on the floor and his cum running down the inside of my thigh, and I could hear the car pulling away. I guess they are tired of waiting. James had his forehead on my shoulder. Both of us were breathing too hard to talk. "Practice," I finally said. My voice came out wrecked. "Fuck practice." "I'm head cheerleader." "Not tonight you're not." He kissed my shoulder. "Tonight you're mine." My phone buzzed on the floor Then again. Then four more times in a row. I bent and picked it up with shaky hands. KATE: So. That was a thing. KATE: You owe us SO many details KATE: Coach asked where you were and I said stomach thing MIA: Stomach thing is doing a lot of work here MIA: We heard him say "good slut" bright MIA: GOOD SLUT I turned my phone around so James could read it. He read it. Then he laughed. That low one. Right against my neck. "Tell th
The pain was brutal. I actually screamed… the thick head of his cock stretching me open, wider than fingers, wider than anything, and my pussy made this filthy wet noise around him like it was swallowing.He did not go slow.He gripped my waist with both hands and slammed the rest of the way in, burying every single inch.I started crying. Real tears. It felt like he was splitting me in half and I loved it."Fuck — yeah, sis —" He pulled back and slammed in again, harder. "God, your virgin cunt is sucking me in."Then he just went. Fucking me hard and deep, both hands full of my hips, dragging me back onto him every time he drove forward. My tits bounced against the door. My cheek slid up and down the wood. The sound of his hips hitting my ass echoed through the whole empty house slap, slap, slap and I moaned like a porn star and made no attempt whatsoever to be quiet, because nobody was home to hear us.James groaned low and ground against me, forcing my pussy to take every last inch
He stepped back half a foot just to look at me, and I have never in my life felt more naked than standing in my own kitchen with my shorts around my ankles and a crop top on and my stepbrother staring down between my legs like a starving man in front of a buffet. I'm bare down there. Waxed, because I like how it feels smooth and tight and seen so right now every inch of it was on display, pink and swollen and shining wet. "Fuck," he said, under his breath. "Look at that pretty pink pussy. So wet it's shining." His eyes came up to mine, dark. "You've been touching yourself thinking about me, haven't you?" I bit my lip. Nodded. Too ashamed and too horny to lie anymore. "Say it." "...Yes." "Yes, what." "Yes, I've been touching myself thinking about you." "Good girl." And then he dropped to his knees, right there on the kitchen tile. He shoved my thigh up over his shoulder and his face was suddenly inches from my cunt, close enough that I could feel his breath on it. "Been dream
He didn't call me. He never calls me. He just waits, because he knows I'll come down eventually, because he knows I can't survive on water and spite forever, and when I do, he's standing there like a billboard. Leaning back against the counter. Arms crossed over his wide chest. No shirt. Just his joggers. And the joggers God, the joggers do absolutely nothing to hide the heavy outline of his cock hanging down his thigh. Half hard. Already. Holy fuck, he's so fucking huge. "You're staring at the floor," he said. "I'm not." "You've been running from me for a year, Bright." My cheek went hot so fast it was practically a slap. My panties were soaked through already. They kept clinging to my lips with every tiny shift of my weight, and every one of those little tugs made my clit throb harder than the one before, and I'd been wet since the second the front door shut behind our parents and left the two of us alone in this house. "I'm not running," I lied. James peeled him
I was sitting in my office feeling utterly tired and drained. With only a few minutes left before closing time, I can't wait for the day to be over. As soon as the clock struck, I signed out quickly and drove straight home without stopping anywhere. "I got home in no time."With so much tirednes
He filled me with one brutal thrust, and my body stretched for him even more, as his hand gripped my tied wrists, using them like reins to control my movements completely. The sharp pain of his sudden invasion sent shockwaves through me. Still, it melted almost instantly into something else, some
It was my twenty-third birthday, but instead of cake and candles and going out to celebrate, I was craving sin. Not flowers, not a boyfriend holding my hand. Hello no, tonight felt different. It felt like a night to finally cross that invisible boundary I'd erected around myself for years, to
I still can't believe I fucked the hell out of Rose yesterday, I mean the same Rose who's well known for her Aura. Here I was, sitting and pretending to read for my exam next week, but my mind was still reeling from yesterday. My body ached in places I'd never felt before but the soreness remi







