FAZER LOGINSia didn’t sleep, she couldn’t. She lay in bed staring at the ceiling, her body still humming from Derek’s mouth, her pussy aching for more.
She’d tried to get herself off twice with her vibrator, but it was useless, she needed him. His hands, his mouth, the threat in his voice when he’d said he was coming for her. “Fuckk,” she moaned as the urge began building painfully. The house settled into silence around eleven. Her mother’s laughter downstairs, then the click of their bedroom door. Sia’s heart began pounding painfully. She was naked under the sheets, having stripped off her pajamas an hour ago, too hot and too restless for fabric. At 12:47, her door opened. Derek stood silhouetted against the hallway light, shirtless, wearing only sweatpants that hung low on his hips. He closed the door behind him and locked it. The click made Sia’s breath catch. “Were you waiting?” he asked, crossing to her bed in three strides. “Yes.” “Touching yourself?” he grinned. “No,” Sia sat up, the sheet falling to her waist, her breast bouncing up and down as she shifted“I tried. It wasn’t… you.” Derek pulled the sheet off her completely, his eyes raking over her naked body. “Good. This pussy belongs to me now. I don’t want you wasting orgasms on plastic when I’m here to give you the real thing.” He climbed onto the bed, crawling over her and forcing her back against the pillows. His weight settled between her thighs, the hard ridge of his cock pressing against her through the thin fabric of his pants. Sia whimpered, arching up against him. “Eager,” he murmured, capturing her mouth in a kiss that was all possessive and dominant. He tasted like mint and something darker, masculine. His hands roamed her body, rough and possessive, squeezing her breasts, pinching her nipples until she gasped into his mouth. “Please,” she breathed when he pulled back. “Derek, please… Mmm… fuck... daddy…” “Daddy?” Derek smirked and slapped her ass hard twice— Smack, Smack— “Awww… Unngh… P-please—“ “Please what?” he ground his hips against her, and she felt how big he was, thick and heavy. “Tell me what you want, stepsister. Say it like a dirty slut.” “I want you inside me,” the words came out desperate and broken. “I want you to fuck me. Use me. Ruin my pussy. Please.” Derek groaned, his forehead dropping to hers. “You asked for this. Fuck, Sia. You have no idea what you do to me,” he reached down and shoved his sweatpants off, kicking them aside. His cock sprang free, heavy and veined, the tip already wet with precum. “Look at what you did to me. I’ve been hard since I tasted you. Now, you suffer the consequences for your actions.” Sia reached for him, wrapping her fingers around his length. He was hot and so thick her fingers didn’t touch each other. She stroked him slowly, and Derek hissed, his hips bucking into her grip. “Faster,” he groaned. Sia obliged. She move her fingers faster, using his precum as moisture and worked his cock ready to ruin her. Derek growled and moved her hand away before positioning himself at her entrance, rubbing the head of his cock through her thick folds, coating himself in her wetness. Sia’s head fell back, her nails digging into his shoulders. “Look at me,” he commanded. “Eyes on me, baby girl. Watch me ruin this perfect, untouched pussy.” The moment Sia fixed her eyes on his, he pushed in. The stretch was intense, burning and splitting her open in a way no toy ever had. Sia cried out, her body tensing, and Derek paused, sweat beading on his forehead. “Breathe,” he whispered, holding still and letting her adjust. “Breathe. I’ve got you.” She exhaled slowly, and the pain shifted, becoming something else — fullness, pressure, the overwhelming sensation of being claimed. She nodded, and Derek pulled back slightly, then thrust forward, burying himself to the hilt. “Fuck,” he groaned. “So tight. So fucking tight around my cock.” He started moving, slow at first, deep strokes that hit something inside her that made her toes curl. Sia wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper, needing more of everything— Thwack, Thwack— His hips kept snapping forward without a break. “F-faster,” she begged. “H-harder, Derek, please— Nnnnnnghh… aaaaaaahh… right t-there…“ He obliged, snapping his hips harder, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room. The bed creaked, headboard knocking against the wall, and Sia didn’t care, couldn’t care, lost in the sensation of being fucked for the first time by her stepbrother in the room next to their parents. Derek shifted his angle and hit a spot that made her see stars. “There?” he demanded, pounding into that spot relentlessly. “Right there?” “Yes, yes, fuck, daddy! Yes, haa… haa…” He reached between them and found her clit, rubbing tight circles as he fucked her, driving her toward the edge. Sia was sobbing now, overwhelmed, her orgasm building fast and fierce. “Cum for me,” Derek ordered. “Cum on my cock like the good little slut that you are. I want to feel you squeeze me.” “Ohh… fuckk… I… Mhfff…” His words pushed her over. Sia came screaming, her body convulsing, her pussy clamping down on him so hard Derek groaned, but he didn’t stop yet, he fucked her through it, hitting sweet spots Sia had no idea existed inside her. “Fuck, fuck—“ he pulled out suddenly, stroking himself hard and fast over her stomach. Thick ropes of cum splashed across her skin, marking her, claiming her. Derek kept stroking until he was empty, then collapsed beside her careful not to crush her with his weight, both of them panting and spent. Sia stared at the ceiling, her body throbbing, her heart racing. Derek’s hand found hers, fingers intertwining. “Tomorrow night,” he said, his voice rough and still thick with lust. “And every night after. You’re mine now, Sia. Don’t forget that.” He carried her into the bathroom and dropped her in the tub, pressed a kiss to her forehead, and slipped out the door as silently as he’d come. Sia touched her stomach where he’d marked her, already counting the hours until tomorrow.The summons came through her phone at 10 AM.*My office. One hour. Don't make me regret this.*Amaya smiled at the screen, her pulse already quickening. Three days since she'd invaded his workspace, bent over his desk, made him reschedule meetings while she milked his cock dry. Three days of silence, of avoidance, of him pretending he could resist what they'd become.She dressed deliberately — professional from the waist up, devastating below. Blazer, silk blouse, hair in a chignon that made her look twenty-five instead of twenty. And beneath the pencil skirt that hugged her curves: absolutely nothing. No panties. No stockings. Just bare, slick, ready flesh that would greet him the moment he lifted the fabric.She took the elevator to the forty-second floor, her heart hammering against her ribs, her arousal already coating her inner thighs. The receptionist recognized her, smiled politely, and Amaya wondered if the woman could smell it — the sex, the taboo, the desperate hunger that
The house breathed differently at 2 AM. Amaya stood in the hallway outside his bedroom, her heart pounding violently against her chest, her body bare beneath the silk robe she'd stolen from his closet. Three days since they’d fucked in the kitchen. Three days of him avoiding her, locking himself in his study, leaving the house at dawn and returning after midnight. But her mother was still in Tuscany. And Amaya was done waiting. She tried the handle — unlocked. He'd forgotten, or he'd hoped, or he simply didn't care anymore. The door swung open on silent hinges, revealing the master suite in moonlight. The bed was massive, canopied, and he occupied the center, sprawled on his back, one arm thrown above his head, the sheet tangled around his waist. His chest rose and fell with deep, even breaths. Asleep and vulnerable. Amaya let the robe fall from her shoulders, pooling at her feet. She climbed onto the mattress with deliberate care, the movement waking him slightly — he stirr
The vacation was a gift from God.Amaya's mother kissed her cheek at the airport, perfumed and oblivious, chattering about spa treatments and wine tastings and "bonding time with the girls." Amaya smiled, waved and promised to behave. Her stepfather stood beside her, his posture rigid, his eyes fixed on the departures board rather than his wife's departing figure.They didn't speak in the car ride home.Three days of silence followed. Amaya caught him watching her at breakfast, his gaze lingering on her bare legs beneath his borrowed shirt. She'd started wearing his clothing deliberately— his dress shirts without panties, his gym shorts without bras, the fabric carrying his scent against her skin. She made sure to bend over in front of him, to reach for high shelves, to "accidentally" brush against him in narrow hallways. He retreated to his study. Locked the door and stayed there until midnight.On day four, she escalated.Amaya showered with the bathroom door cracked, the steam
Amaya had been looking for her mother for twenty minutes.The house was too large for three people — a display of her stepfather's wealth that still made her feel like a guest three years after he'd married her mother. Marble floors, cathedral ceilings, rooms that swallowed sound and secrets. She'd checked the kitchen, the sunroom, the garage. Her mother's phone had gone straight to voicemail. The only place left was the master wing.She took the stairs two at a time, her bare feet silent on the polished wood, her cutoff denim shorts riding high on her thighs. It was Saturday morning, barely past ten, and she'd expected the house to be empty — her mother had mentioned errands, her stepfather had left for the gym at dawn. The bedroom door was closed but not locked, and Amaya didn't knock. She never did. This was her mother's house, her mother's room, her right to enter.She pushed inside. "Mom, have you seen my—"The words died in her throat.The shower was running in the en-suite b
Morning light streamed through the glass walls. Sia woke in Derek’s bed, sore and marked, his arm heavy across her waist. She didn’t remember falling asleep, only the hours of fucking, his voice in her ear, his cum drying on her thighs.Derek was already awake, watching her.“Morning,” he said, his thumb tracing her swollen lips.“Morning,” Sia managed, her voice hoarse from hours of deep throat blow jobs.He rolled on top of her, his cock hard against her hip. “I’m not done with you.”“Derek, I’m sore—““Good,” pushed her legs apart and slid inside her, slowly this time, letting her feel every inch. “I want you to feel me all day. At class, at dinner with our parents, in your bed tonight when I come for you again.”He fucked her slowly this time, no anger, just possession, his eyes locked on hers as he moved. It was worse than the roughness — this intimacy, this claiming. Sia came twice, clinging to him, whispering his name like a prayer.Afterwards, he showered her, washed her hair
Maya dragged her out on Friday. “You look like you’re dying,” her friend said, shoving a dress into Sia’s hands. Red, tight and revealing. “We’re getting you drunk and getting you laid by someone who isn’t family drama.” Sia didn’t correct her, because she was right anyway. The club was loud, dark, packed with bodies grinding and sweating. Maya bought shots, and Sia drank them one after another, letting the alcohol burn away her thoughts, her restraint, her loyalty to a man who was torturing her with silence. Three drinks in, she was dancing. Four drinks in, a stranger’s hands were on her hips. Five drinks in, she was in the corner with a man she didn’t know, his mouth on her neck, his cock hard against her hip. “You’re beautiful,” he slurred, his hands roaming. “Want to get out of here?” Sia looked up into his face — blond, handsome, nothing like Derek — and felt a spike of vicious satisfaction. She dropped to her knees in the shadowed corner, her fingers working his belt







