Chapter Seven ( Story One: His Little Secret)

FORBIDDEN CRAVINGS

Story 1: His Little Secret

(Lila’s POV)

I woke up with my body still humming from last night. My pussy felt sore and sticky — Ethan’s cum had dried on my thighs, but I could still feel the ghost of his thick cock stretching me while Alex listened from his room. My cheeks burned as I remembered moaning louder on purpose. I had wanted my brother to hear me.

I slipped on a tiny white tank top and pink cotton shorts with nothing underneath. My nipples were already hard against the thin fabric. When I walked into the kitchen, Alex was already there.

He stood by the counter in grey sweatpants and no shirt, holding a mug of coffee. The second our eyes met, the air changed. Heavy. Electric. Wrong.

“Morning,” I said softly, my voice a little hoarse from all the moaning last night.

Alex didn’t answer right away. His eyes dropped slowly down my body lingering on my hard nipples poking through my top, then lower to the tiny shorts that barely covered my ass. I saw his throat move as he swallowed.

“Morning, Lila,” he finally replied. His voice was deeper than usual, rough.

We stared at each other. The silence stretched. I could feel my pussy getting wet again just from the way he was looking at me. Like he was remembering every moan he had heard. Like he was imagining what I looked like riding Ethan’s cock.

Ethan had left early for a construction job and wouldn’t be back until late tonight. It was just me and Alex in the house all day.

I reached up to grab a mug from the cabinet, knowing it would make my tank top ride up and show the bottom of my tits. I felt Alex’s eyes on me the whole time. When I turned around, he was gripping the counter so tight his knuckles were white.

“You sleep okay?” I asked innocently, stepping closer to pour my coffee. My arm brushed his.

He flinched like I burned him, but he didn’t move away. “Not really,” he muttered. “Kept hearing things.”

My heart raced. I looked up at him through my lashes. “What kind of things?”

Alex’s jaw clenched. His eyes darkened. For a second I thought he might grab me right there, but he just stepped back.

“Nothing,” he said, and walked out of the kitchen.

The tension followed us all morning.

I sat on the couch pretending to watch TV.

Alex worked at the dining table, but I caught him staring at my legs every few minutes. I slowly crossed and uncrossed my thighs, letting my shorts ride up higher. He shifted in his chair.

Around noon, I went to the fridge for water. Alex came up behind me to reach for something. His body pressed against my back for just a second — long enough for me to feel how hard he was through his sweatpants.

“Sorry,” he whispered, but he didn’t sound sorry.

I turned around slowly. We were so close our chests almost touched. “It’s okay,” I breathed. My nipples brushed his chest. I saw his eyes flicker down to them.

He stepped away again, breathing heavier.

The afternoon got worse. Or better.

I was in the living room folding laundry when Alex walked past. I accidentally dropped a pair of socks. When I bent over to pick them up, my shorts rode all the way up, showing my bare pussy from behind.

I heard him groan softly.

“Lila…” His voice was strained. “You can’t keep doing this.”

I straightened up and turned to face him, holding the sock in my hand. “Doing what?”

He stared at me, eyes burning. “Teasing me. Walking around like that after what I heard last night.”

I bit my lip and took one step closer. “You mean after you listened to me getting fucked?”

Alex’s breathing got ragged. He didn’t deny it.

I took another step. “Did you like it, Alex? Hearing your step sister moan?”

He closed his eyes for a second, like he was fighting himself.

When he opened them again, the hunger was stronger. “Yes,” he admitted, voice barely above a whisper. “Fuck… yes, I did.”

My pussy throbbed so hard it almost hurt.

We stood there staring again.

The tension was unbearable now. Then Alex took one step forward and gently touched my arm. Just his fingers on my skin. Nothing more. But it felt like fire.

“I shouldn’t want this,” he said, almost to himself.

“But you do,” I whispered.

He nodded slowly.

The rest of the day was slow torture. Little touches that lasted too long. His hand brushing my lower back when he walked past. My thigh pressing against his when we sat on the couch “watching a movie.” Every time our eyes met, the heat grew.

By evening I was soaked. My shorts had a visible wet spot.

Alex noticed it too.

At 8 p.m., he finally broke.

I was lying on the couch on my back, one leg bent up. Alex walked over and stood at the end of the couch, looking down at me.

“Lila…” His voice was hoarse. “I can’t stop thinking about it.”

I parted my legs a little more. “Then stop fighting it.”

He dropped to his knees between my legs like he was praying. His hands shook as he slowly slid my shorts down my thighs. When he saw my bare, dripping pussy, he let out a low groan.

“Fuck… you’re so wet.”

He leaned in and kissed the inside of my thigh first. Soft. Teasing. Then higher. His hot breath brushed over my pussy. I shivered.

“Alex…” I whimpered.

He looked up at me, eyes dark. “Tell me to stop and I will.”

I shook my head. “Don’t stop.”

His tongue finally touched me, one long, slow lick from my entrance all the way up to my clit. I moaned loudly, arching my back. He groaned at my taste and did it again, slower this time, savoring me.

“You taste so fucking good,” he whispered against my pussy.

Then he stopped teasing.

He buried his face between my legs and ate me like a starving man. His tongue pushed inside me, fucking me with it. He sucked my clit hard, then licked broad strokes that made my toes curl. Two thick fingers slid into me while he focused on my swollen clit.

“Oh god… Alex!” I cried out, not caring how loud I was.

He moaned into my pussy, the vibrations making me shake. He ate me messily, hungrily, like he had been dreaming about this for years. His fingers curled inside me, hitting that perfect spot over and over while his tongue flicked my clit faster.

I grabbed his hair and ground against his face. “Don’t stop… please don’t stop…”

My orgasm hit me like a wave. I screamed his name, thighs clamping around his head as I came hard on his tongue. He kept licking me through it, drinking every drop, until I was shaking and whimpering.

When I finally came down, Alex lifted his head. His mouth and chin were shiny with my juices. He looked drunk on me.

“We’re not done,” he said, voice dark with need.

He started lowering his head again.