Fucking My Stepbrother Part ii

Mia POV

“Keep touching me.”

Jake’s voice comes out rough and desperate. That’s all it takes.

He grabs my waist and pulls me onto the bed with him. We tumble onto his sheets. My heart hammers wildly. This is my stepbrother. The guy I’ve lived with for years. We’re crossing a line we can never uncross.

The forbidden thrill surges through me.

Sharp. Dirty. It makes my pussy ache with guilty need. Mom could walk in anytime. If anyone discovered us, our family would shatter. But that danger only floods me with more heat. My mind screams how sick this is. Yet my body presses closer anyway.

His hands roam wildly. One yanks my tank top up roughly. The other squeezes my breast firmly. His thumb teases my stiff nipple in slow circles. His mouth attacks my neck. He sucks and bites hard. It stings in places. I know I’ll have to hide the marks later.

I keep stroking his hard length. My fingers slide up and down without pause. Every motion draws a deep groan from him against my skin. The heat of his cock pulses in my palm. It feels real.

Dangerous.

“Fuck, Mia,” he mutters.

He tugs my top over my head. My shorts and panties follow quickly. I lie completely exposed under him. Cool air brushes my wet folds. I tremble at how vulnerable I feel. Embarrassed. But excited.

He pauses briefly. His gaze travels over every curve with raw hunger. His erection jumps visibly.

“Nice body… just as I pictured it,” he admits. His tone carries raw honesty that stuns me.

The words hit hard. He has imagined me like this during quiet nights in the next room. My stepbrother touching himself while thinking of my naked form. The realization deepens the twisted excitement in my core. Family shouldn’t crave each other this way. Yet it intensifies every sensation. My nipples tighten further under his stare.

He resumes immediately. His left hand molds one breast. He kneads it with steady need. Rolling the nipple between his fingers. His mouth claims the other. He sucks my nipple intensely. His tongue swirls rapidly. Occasionally grazing teeth.

Pleasure spikes straight to my center. It feels sharp and good. I arch upward. I offer more to his hungry lips. My fingers continue gliding along his shaft. I spread the slick precum down his length. Twisting my wrist at the head for extra friction.

“Jake… oh god,” I moan.

Saying his name in this moment feels illicit and charged. He is supposed to be off-limits. The one I joke with at dinner. But his mouth devours me greedily. Each pull sends fresh wetness dripping below.

Soaking his bed. I wonder if he feels as guilty as I do. Or if sucking on his stepsister’s tits makes him even harder.

He switches to the other side. He groans against my flesh. “Mia… this is insane. We’re messed up for wanting this.”

His confession vibrates through me. The shame in his tone fuels my desire even as guilt twists in my stomach. Admitting how broken this is heightens the rush. Every internal warning of “stop” gets drowned by pure need. I wonder if he feels the same conflict. The same pull toward something we both know destroys boundaries.

Time slips away. I lose count of the minutes spent under his attention. He licks and pinches my sensitive peaks.

Alternating between gentle and rough. My hand works his length steadily. It grows even harder in my grip. Veins standing out prominently. The risk of our shared secret pushes every touch deeper. Making my breath come in short gasps.

Then he moves us. He repositions my body flat on the mattress. In one fluid motion, he turns above me. His face lowers between my spread thighs. His stiff cock dangles inches from my lips.

This sixty-nine feels exposed and filthy. His heavy balls hover near. His veiny shaft aims straight at my mouth. The position forces total intimacy. No hiding from what we’re doing. It feels awkward. But hot.

He dives in without delay. His tongue traces my slit. He savors my arousal with deliberate licks. “So ready for me,” he murmurs against my skin.

His lips seal over my entrance. He circles my swollen nub with focused pressure. Then his tongue pushes inside my channel. The invading warmth overwhelms my thoughts. Curling and thrusting. It feels intense. Almost too much after my earlier orgasm. Stars burst behind my eyes.

“Fuck! Jake— yes!” Filthy words burst from me. “Taste your stepsister right there… it’s driving me wild.”

Admitting it aloud sends my inner walls pulsing around his tongue. He responds with deeper licks. His mouth devours me messily. Sucking. Probing. The wet noises echo loudly. Mixing with our heavy breathing. I wonder if he likes how I taste.

If it turns him on knowing he’s eating his own stepsister.

I seize his cock with both hands. I guide it down and engulf the head. I suck firmly. I bob along his length while he feasts. His masculine flavor fills my mouth. Salty and strong. A little bitter. Not perfect. But it makes my pussy clench harder.

I stroke the base in rhythm. I take him further each time. Relaxing my throat. His hips buck gently. More of him fills my mouth. Stretching my lips. My jaw starts to ache from the effort. But I don’t stop.

Tension coils rapidly inside. This orgasm promises to shatter me completely. My legs quiver around his head. My cries muffle around his girth as waves of pleasure threaten to crash.

The taboo voice in my head keeps repeating how wrong it is to cum from my stepbrother’s tongue. That only makes it stronger.

“I’m gonna cum— Jake, it’s coming so strong!”

He lifts his mouth slightly. “Hold on. Not yet.”

His command sounds strained yet firm. One hand clamps my ass. He keeps me pinned as his tongue eases its pace. The edge becomes torture. Sweet denial amplifies everything. Drawing out the ache until I feel like I might break.

I whimper and suck him with renewed vigor. I fight to break his restraint.

Hollowing my cheeks and swirling my tongue. My thoughts whirl around the depravity. Pleasuring my stepbrother’s dick while his tongue explores my most private spot. The family bond we violate. The constant fear of discovery if Mom’s car pulls up. The power of this secret binding us.

All of it edges me closer despite his order to wait. My body trembles with the effort to hold back.

I hover there. Shaking. Leaking onto his chin. Craving that explosive release more than anything.