The Stepbrother’s Dare 3

Emma’s heart hadn’t stopped racing since they’d stumbled into this trap, and Jake’s hand still remained on her hip.

Jake’s eyes glinted mischievously and he pulled away from her a little, burying his hands in his pockets. “We’re stuck,” he said, voice low, “so let’s make it fun. Let’s play a game Truth or dare, Em. Keep things interesting.”

Emma’s brow arched, skepticism warring with the restlessness clawing at her chest. She needed to stay busy, to drown out the noise in her head. 

“Fine,” she said, crossing her arms. “But keep it chill, Jake. I’m not in the mood for your usual bullshit.”

He laughed. “Chill? Nah, let’s make it hot. You in or you chickening out already?”

She rolled her eyes but nodded, the challenge sparking something reckless in her. “Truth.”

Then they both sat down on the floor.

Jake’s gaze raked over her like he was peeling back layers. “What’s the filthiest thought you’ve had about someone… in this room?” 

His words landed like a slap, catching her off guard and her breath hitched, cheeks flushing as she met his stare. 

He certainly wasn’t playing nice.

“You’re disgusting,” she muttered, but her voice wavered, betraying the heat pooling in her core. She shifted, thighs pressing together. “Fine. I… thought about what it’d be like to shut you up.”

Her eyes flicked to his mouth, then away, heart pounding.

Jake’s grin widened. “Fuck, Em, that’s a start. My turn. Dare.”

She smirked, trying to regain control. “I dare you to keep your hands to yourself for the next three rounds.”

He laughed, leaning back, spreading his arms wide. “Cruel, but I’ll play. Your turn. Truth or dare?”

Emma thought for a little while, deciding not to play it safe, half to prove to him that she could be daring, and half to prove to herself.

“Dare,” she said, defiant, her pulse racing.

Jake was amused since he didn't expect her to say that, but it played right into his hands.

“Take off that dress. Slowly. I want to see what you’re hiding under there.”

Her jaw dropped, a mix of shock and thrill shooting through her. “Jake, we’re…”

“Step-siblings, yeah, I know,” he cut in. “But that's what we are. Step-siblings and you’re not saying no, are you? Go on, Em. Show me.”

Her fingers trembled as she stood, the mirrored ceiling catching every move. She reached for the zipper at her side, pulling it down inch by inch, the sound loud in the silence. 

The dress slipped to the floor, leaving her in black lace, her skin prickling under his gaze. 

“This okay?” he asked, raising an annoyed eyebrow at him.

Jake grinned, a spark in his eyes and he nodded.  “Yeah, just like I thought. You’ve got this… spark, this fire. You pour it into those books of yours, but damn, it could burn so bright somewhere else. I won't lie when I say I've always admired that about you.”

Emma blinked, caught off guard by his words. A soft laugh escaped her, blushing a little. “Seriously?” she said, her voice low. “Well, you're chaos, Jake, and I've always wanted to know what it feels like to just… let go, like you do. To live without fear.”

His gaze darkened, something unreadable flickering across his face. “Yeah?” Then he leaned closer, his voice dropping. “How about we try something dangerous, something risky right now?”

Emma furrowed her brows, amused and also leaned forward to his face. “We’re already in a risky situation right now, Jake. We are trapped in a small roo…”

Before she could finish, Jake closed the gap, brushing a quick kiss against her lips, then pulling back with a sly grin to gauge her reaction.

Emma froze, eyes wide, her hand flying to her mouth. “Jake! What the hell was that? We’re siblings!”

“Step-siblings,” he corrected, his tone playful. “Like I said, that fire of yours… it could burn somewhere else.”

She raised an eyebrow, pulse racing. “Somewhere else? Jake, Jake, do you even hear yourself right now?”

He shook his head, smirking. “I might be chaotic but I’m not stupid, Em. A risky move, in a risky room… sounds like fun, doesn’t it?”

Emma stared at him, not knowing what to think about the situation but a deep part of her was interested.

She tilted her gaze as she watched Jake unbuckle his belt and pulling down his trousers.

“Jake…”

“Shh,” he hushed, a glint in his eye. “Just let me show you something. Bet it’ll change your mind.”

Then he freed himself from the confines of his trousers. His cock was thick, long, and rock-hard, standing proud and pointing upward.

Emma’s breath caught, her eyes locked on him in a mix of shock and awe and it was her in a way that made her core ache. 

She hadn't had sex in her while ever since her boyfriend traveled, his coming home still indefinite and she began to feel really wet between her thighs.

“Like what you see?” Jake asked as he wrapped a hand around his length, stroking slowly, his eyes never leaving her face. “Tell me, Em. You want this?”

Emma blinked, tearing her gaze from his cock to meet his eyes, then looking away, her cheeks burning. “I didn’t dare you to do that,” she said, her voice shaky as she tried to hold onto the last threads of control.

“Nah, but I’m daring us to fuck,” he said with a grin, his words blunt. “Right here, right now. You and me, Em.”

Her heart pounded, her mind spinning as she found herself considering it.

“Look around you, Emma. We’re safe,” he said, trying to remove any doubt in her mind.

Her eyes flicked back to his cock again, thick and ready, seeping with precum and she wondered what crossing this line meant. Taboo? It could also be cheating.

‘This is the riskiest thing I could ever do,and I certainly want to prove to him that I'm not scared of doing something risky or chaotic. Also, damn, I want that cock fucking me.’

She swallowed hard, her throat tight with desire and nerves. “Fine,” she said, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands. “I accept.”

Jake’s smile was triumphant and he nodded. “Good girl. Then I dare you to suck my cock.”