LOGINCHAPTER 5 — NO MORE HIDINGThe whole weekend the house was ours.Mom and her husband left Friday morning for some anniversary getaway. The second their car pulled out of the driveway, Ethan had me pinned against the front door, tongue down my throat and hand down my shorts.We didn’t even make it upstairs the first time.He fucked me right there in the hallway — bent over the console table, pants around my ankles, while he pounded into me so hard the picture frames rattled on the wall. I came with a broken shout, cum splattering across the wooden floor. He followed right after, growling my name as he filled my ass with hot, thick loads.That was just the beginning.We spent the entire weekend like animals.Saturday morning he woke me up with his mouth around my cock, sucking me slow and deep until I was whimpering and fucking his throat. Then he flipped me onto my stomach and ate my ass for nearly an hour — tongue fucking me open, spitting on my hole, fingering me until I was sobbing
MY STEP BROTHER'S COCKCHAPTER 4 — SECRET ADDICTIONThe next few days blurred into a haze of stolen touches and risky moments.Every time Mom and her husband left the house — even for an hour — Ethan found me. In the laundry room while I folded clothes, he’d press me against the dryer, hand down my shorts, stroking me fast and dirty until I came all over his fist with my face buried in his neck to muffle my moans. In the garage when I was looking for something in the storage boxes, he bent me over the hood of his car, yanked my pants down, and fucked me raw with one hand over my mouth while the other stroked my cock.Each time got riskier. Each time I craved it more.Tonight, the house was quiet again. Mom and Dad had gone out for dinner. Ethan texted me one word: “Shower.”My cock was already hard as I walked upstairs.He was waiting in the master bathroom — the big one with the glass shower stall. Steam already filled the room. He stood naked under the spray, water cascading down hi
CHAPTER 3 — CROSSING THE LINEI didn’t knock.The door to Ethan’s room was already cracked open like an invitation I couldn’t refuse. My heart hammered against my ribs as I pushed it wider and stepped inside. The room smelled like him — clean sweat, faint cologne, and the unmistakable musk of arousal still lingering from earlier.Ethan was on his bed, propped against the headboard in nothing but black boxer briefs, the outline of his hard cock obvious. His green eyes darkened the second they landed on me.“Took you long enough,” he said, voice low and rough. A smirk played on his lips, but there was hunger there. Raw, impatient hunger.I closed the door behind me. The click sounded final. Irreversible.“I shouldn’t be here,” I whispered, even as I walked toward the bed.Ethan sat up, reaching for me. His hand wrapped around my wrist and yanked me onto the mattress. I landed on top of him, straddling his hips, our cocks pressing together through thin fabric.“Yeah, you should,” he grow
CHAPTER 2 — CAUGHTI couldn’t sleep.The house was too quiet, the air too thick with the memory of what I’d seen through that cracked door. Ethan’s moan. His hand moving on his thick cock. The way he whispered my name like a dirty secret. My shorts were still sticky from my own release, and my dick was already half-hard again just thinking about it.I lay in bed staring at the ceiling for what felt like hours, cock throbbing, hole clenching every time I remembered the way his abs flexed when he came. Finally, I gave up. I needed water. Or air. Anything to clear my head.I slipped out of bed in just my black boxer briefs and padded downstairs quietly, the wooden floor cool under my bare feet. The kitchen light was on. Low and warm.Of course he was there.Ethan stood at the counter in nothing but gray boxer briefs that hugged his ass and thighs like they were painted on. His back was to me, muscles shifting as he poured himself a glass of water. The same low-hanging waistband from earl
CHAPTER 1 — THE RETURNThe front door clicked shut behind me, and the familiar scent of home hit me like a punch to the chest — leather from the couch, Mom’s vanilla candle, and something new. Something masculine and warm that made my stomach tighten before I even saw him.Ethan.My stepbrother.I dropped my duffel bag in the hallway and kicked off my shoes, trying to act normal. The house was quiet except for the low hum of the air conditioning and the distant sound of a basketball game on TV. Summer break. Six weeks of being under the same roof as the guy I’d been trying not to think about since the wedding.I walked into the kitchen and froze.Ethan stood at the counter, shirtless, back to me, muscles shifting under tanned skin as he reached for a glass in the cabinet. Low-slung gray sweatpants hung dangerously low on his hips, the waistband of his boxers visible. Sweat glistened along his spine from what must have been a recent workout. His shoulders were broad, arms cut from year
CHAPTER 5 — PLAYOFF FINALThe arena was electric. Game 7 of the finals. Winner takes the Cup. The crowd was deafening, a wall of sound that vibrated through my bones as I stepped onto the ice for warm-ups. My eyes found him immediately — Jordan Hale, number 19, skating across the neutral zone like he owned it.Our eyes locked.For three weeks we’d been sneaking around like criminals. Hotel rooms, storage closets, late-night texts that said everything and nothing. But tonight, on this ice, we were enemies again. The rivalry the fans craved. The one the media hyped every single day.I slammed into him during the second period. Hard. Legal, but dirty. He slammed back. We went down in a tangle of limbs and sticks. The refs pulled us apart, but not before I felt his hand grip my jersey like he wanted to rip it off right there.“After the game,” he growled under his breath as they separated us. “My hotel. Don’t you fucking dare disappear.”I didn’t answer. But my cock throbbed under my pads
The video kept playing. Her fingers were relentless now, three of them slamming deep into her soaked pussy with wet, obscene slaps that echoed through my headphones. She angled the camera lower so I could see every detail: the way her smooth lips stretched around her plunging fingers, the creamy we
CHAPTER 4The bedroom is dark except for the soft glow from the city lights spilling through the open curtains. Ronan rolls us so I’m on top, his cock still buried deep inside me thick, slick with both of us, pulsing with the aftershocks of his release. He doesn’t pull out. Just lets me feel him th
CHAPTER 3Tuesday arrives like a held breath. The convent wakes the same way it always does bell at dawn, feet on cold stone, murmured prayers—but everything feels sharper now, edged. Colors brighter. Sounds closer. My skin too aware of the wool brushing against it.I spend the morning in the garde
CHAPTER 4 The afternoon blurred into a haze of need.After he’d fucked me on the desk, raw and desperate, we’d cleaned up in silence me with trembling legs, him with that infuriating calm. He’d tucked himself away, straightened his shirt, and gone back to his laptop like he hadn’t just wrecked me.







