Fucking My Stepbrother Part iii

I cannot hold it anymore. The pressure inside me snaps completely.

My thighs clamp tight around Jake’s head. The orgasm rips through my body without mercy. I cum hard on his face. My pussy spasms in powerful waves. Hot wetness floods out of me. I cry out around his thick cock. My legs shake violently. The pleasure feels overwhelming. Almost too intense. My clit throbs painfully from overstimulation.

He keeps his mouth pressed against me. He licks every drop greedily. His tongue drags across my folds. The sensation borders on too much. It stings in the best and worst ways. I squirm and whimper. Part of me wants to push him away. Another part needs him to keep tasting me. I wonder if he feels proud. Like he made his stepsister fall apart. His moans vibrate into my skin. He must be enjoying how messy and desperate I am for him.

Jake finally pulls back. He shifts and stands beside the bed. His cock juts out. It glistens with my saliva. His chest heaves. He looks down at me. Lust mixes with hesitation in his eyes.

“Are you sure?” he asks. His voice is low. “Do you want to change your mind? There’s still time. We can stop right now before we go too far.”

The question hits like cold water. Reality crashes back in. This is my stepbrother. We grew up together. Shared the same house. Now his cock is throbbing because of me. Guilt twists sharply in my stomach. It feels sick. Wrong. But my pussy still aches. The emptiness wins.

I nod slowly. My voice comes out shaky. “I’ve wanted this for years. Since I first heard you moan my name through the wall at night. I touched myself thinking about you. I need this. I need you inside me.”

My confession seems to break him. His eyes darken. He grabs my ankles. He raises both my legs high. He folds them toward my chest. The position leaves me completely open. Exposed. It feels embarrassing. Humiliating. But the vulnerability turns me on even more.

He moves between my thighs. His body heat presses close. His thick cock slaps against my soaked pussy. He rubs the swollen head up and down my slit. He coats himself in my juices. The teasing drags on. Each pass bumps my sensitive clit. Sometimes it feels amazing. Sometimes it catches the raw spot and stings.

I squirm underneath him. My hips chase his cock desperately. The emptiness inside hurts. I wonder if he feels powerful right now. Controlling me like this. The taboo weighs heavy. He is family. Doing this will break something between us forever. Yet the risk makes me drip even more.

“Please,” I beg. My voice cracks with need. “I can’t wait anymore. Stop teasing me.”

Jake’s grip tightens on my legs. His eyes lock onto mine. “Say how much you want this. Tell me exactly.”

The demand makes my face burn with shame. Admitting it feels dirtier than anything. “I want everything inside me. I want my stepbrother’s cock stretching my pussy. I’ve fantasized about you filling me up for so long. Fuck me. Please. Make me yours.”

That is all it takes.

He lines up. He pushes the head in slowly. My walls stretch around his thickness. It burns a little at first. The pressure feels intense. Almost too big. I gasp sharply. Inch by inch he sinks deeper. The fullness overwhelms me. He bottoms out. His balls rest against me. We stay locked. Breathing fast.

The reality sinks in hard. He is buried inside me. My stepbrother’s bare cock is deep in my pussy. No protection. Just skin on skin. What if Mom finds out? What if this ruins everything? The thoughts scare me. But they also make my inner muscles clench tighter around him. I wonder if he feels the same fear. If it makes him even harder.

Jake groans. “Fuck, you’re so tight.” His voice sounds strained. Like he’s fighting not to cum already.

He starts moving. Slow thrusts at first. Deep and deliberate. Then harder. He pounds into me with strong strokes. The bed creaks loudly under us. Skin slaps against skin. Each thrust sends jolts through my body. Some hit perfectly. Others feel too deep. Almost uncomfortable. But I don’t want him to stop.

We switch styles quickly. He flips me onto my side. One leg still raised high. He enters me from this new angle. It feels different. Deeper in some spots. His hand grips my hip roughly as he drives into me. The new position makes my breasts bounce. He reaches around and squeezes one. His rhythm stays urgent. Primal.

Then he pulls out and puts me on my back again. He pins my legs back to my chest. This time he fucks me even harder. Faster. The intensity builds. Sweat drips from his chest onto my skin. I watch his face. The mix of pleasure and guilt there mirrors my own. He looks lost in it. Like he knows this is fucked up but can’t pull away. That shared shame turns me on more. Every thrust feels like rebellion.

I moan loudly. My hands grip his arms. “Harder. Don’t hold back.”

He obeys. His hips snap faster. The pounding grows rough. My breasts bounce with the force. He leans down. He tries to kiss me while thrusting. Our mouths meet messily. Teeth clash a little. Tongues tangle awkwardly. I taste myself on him. Salty. Intimate. It feels real. Not perfect. But the imperfection makes it hotter. Like we’re both desperate in this forbidden act.

He breaks the kiss. His forehead presses to mine. “We’re really doing this. My sister’s pussy taking every inch.”

Hearing him say it sends a fresh rush through me. The psychological mix is intense. Guilt. Lust. Shame. A strange kind of closeness. It all swirls together. My body tenses. Another orgasm builds. Stronger this time.

Jake’s rhythm never slows. He drives into me relentlessly. “You feel so good. Better than I imagined.” His voice cracks. He must be close too. I can feel him throbbing inside me.

We’re both still lost in it. Moaning. Sweating. Fucking hard. The taboo binds us tighter. Neither of us wants to stop.

Suddenly the door swings open.

Our eyes widen at the same time. Shock freezes us mid-thrust.

“What the fuck?!”