All Chapters of Resisting My Hot Stepbrother: Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

ColbyThe door clicked shut behind Gigi. She was shorter than she looked in heels, perhaps 5'5 without them. Her blonde hair was past her shoulders, perfectly straight, and her body... Damn! Her tits were big and perky, her waist narrow, and her hips full.I walked over to the bed and sat down, patting my bed invitingly. "Come here," I said, my voice low and commanding.Gigi bit her lip, her eyes flicking down to my lap briefly before she approached me slowly, like a shy little mouse.I watched as Gigi climbed onto my lap, her hands resting lightly on my shoulders. My hands gripped her waist possessively, pulling her closer."Open my pants," I demanded gruffly.She looked at me, then down at my lap, biting her lip."Now."Gigi's hands trembled slightly as she unbuckled my belt and unzipped my pants, revealing my cock, already hard and ready. She glanced at it, then back up at me, her eyes uncertain."Take it in your mouth," I ordered, my voice rough and commanding.She hesitated for a

SallyI was taking a shower after class on that hot afternoon when I heard a knock on the door. My roommate was probably still in class, which explained why she wasn't in the dorm and there was no one to open the door.Damn it! I had to rush my shower, and as soon as I finished, I wrapped a towel around my body and went to the door. I opened it to find Allison with a slight frown on her face, her lips pouting."I've been knocking," she said, pouting even more."Sorry," I signed. "As you can see, I was in the shower and couldn't come out right away. Come in."She nodded and entered, slumping onto the bed. I proceeded to dry my body, put on casual clothes, and sat on the floor, my back resting against the bed."Remind me not to talk to Jayden when I see him next," she said. I turned to her, narrowing my eyes before signing, "What happened? Did you two have a fight?"She sighed deeply and shook her head, sitting up on the bed to face me. "Not really," she replied in sign language."Then

SallyAs I lay in bed, the soft glow of my phone illuminated my face, casting an ethereal light on the darkened room. My roommate's snores provided a soothing background hum, but my attention was riveted on the words dancing across my screen. I was devouring a dark romance novel, the masked man's enigmatic presence drawing me in like a moth to a flame.Ever since Colby's tantalizing hint about the masked man earlier that day, I couldn't shake off the intrigue. My curiosity had gotten the better of me, and I'd spent hours scouring the internet for recommendations, finally settling on the darkest, most twisted tale I could find.As I read, my expressions betrayed my emotions - a sly smile spreading across my face, my lips curling into a subtle pout. My mind began to wander, fantasizing about the masked man's touch, his whispered promises. It wouldn't be that bad, I thought, my skin tingling with anticipation.And then, like a whispered secret, Colby's face appeared in my mind's eye. His

ColbySally looked up at me, her eyes filled with a hunger I'd never seen before. "Do you want it to be a dream, silly?" she asked, her voice low and seductive.Fuck! Why is her voice so good and feminine? It makes me want to cum quickly right on that erotic-looking face.However, before I could answer, she took me deep again, fucking my cock with her mouth in a way that made me see stars."Fuck, fuck, fuck!" I chanted, thrusting my hips upward, slamming my dick into the back of her throat over and over again.She gagged and choked, spit and saliva dripping down her chin as she struggled to keep up with my pace. "Take it, baby!""If this is a dream," I panted, "I never want to wake up." As those words left my lips, Sally slipped her mouth off my throbbing cock with a wet pop.Then, she picked up the ghostly black mask from the bedside table, her eyes flashing mischievously.Sally then sat on me, straddled me, her wet pussy hovering just above my cock, teasing me with its heat. Slowly,

SallyI'm lost in a never-ending sprint, my feet pounding against the darkness. I'm chasing something, but I don't know what. My heart is racing, my breath is ragged, and my mind is a jumbled mess. It's like I'm trapped in a labyrinth with no escape, no map, and no memory of who I am or why I'm here.Every step feels like a betrayal, every breath a lie. I'm a stranger in my own skin, a ghost haunting my own life. The world around me is distorted, like a funhouse mirror reflecting a reality that's not my own.I try to grasp onto something, anything, but everything slips through my fingers like sand. My memories, my identity, my sense of self – all of it is crumbling, leaving me with nothing but a hollow echo that whispers: 'You're not yourself. You're not yourself. You're not yourself.'As I sat in the therapist's office, my mind began to unravel like a thread pulled from a fraying seam. It had been years since this happened, so why did it come back? The last time it happened was years