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My Stepsister Tasted Me First(2)

Vivian doesn’t let me sleep in my own bed.She pulls me into hers still wet, still shaking, and throws a leg over my hip like she owns the space between my thighs. Her fingers stay inside me. Two of them. Slow, lazy curls that keep me dripping onto her sheets while she kisses my neck and talks against my skin.“You’re going to wake up with my mouth on you,” she whispers. “Every morning they’re gone. I want this pussy soaked before you even open your eyes.”I believe her.I fall asleep with her fingers still in me and her taste still on my tongue.I wake up because her tongue is already there.It’s barely light. Vivian is between my legs under the blanket, holding my thighs open, eating me like she never went to sleep. Wet, hungry, filthy sounds fill the quiet room. My clit is swollen and too sensitive and she sucks it anyway, two fingers pumping into me, curling against that spot until my hips jerk.“Viv—”She slaps my thigh under the covers.“Quiet. If you wake anyone up I’ll gag you

My Stepsister Tasted Me First(3)

Breakfast is a special kind of filthy.I’m sitting across from Vivian in our parents’ kitchen wearing her black thong under my shorts. It’s already soaked through. Every time I shift on the chair I feel the wet fabric drag over my clit. She knows. She keeps looking at my lap like she can see it.Our parents think we’re finally getting along.Vivian drops her spoon, leans down like she’s picking it up, and slides her hand straight up my shorts under the table. Two fingers press against the soaked crotch of her own panties.“Drenched,” she mouths.I almost drop my glass.She doesn’t take her hand away until Mom asks her a question. Then she licks those two fingers clean right there at the table, smiling like she just tasted syrup.The second our parents leave for errands, she has me against the fridge.Shorts yanked down. Thong pulled aside. Her mouth on my cunt in the middle of the kitchen, sucking my clit so hard my knees buckle. I come standing up, clapping a hand over my own mouth,

My Stepsister Tasted Me First(4)

Vivian doesn’t ease me into it.She has me on my back with my knees pulled to my chest and a bottle of lube in her hand before the house even goes quiet. Our parents are a hallway away. The door is locked. The lights are off except the lamp on her nightstand, which is pointed straight at my cunt like she wants to watch it happen.“Breathe,” she says.Four fingers first. I already know that stretch. Then her thumb tucks in and the widest part of her hand presses against me.The burn is huge.I grab the sheets. She kisses my inner thigh, patient and filthy at the same time, twisting, pushing, talking me through it.“You can take it. This pussy’s been dripping for me for months. Let me in, Eden. Let your sister have all of you.”The last bit pops inside and I cry out into her palm.Her whole hand is in me.I feel impossibly full. Stretched around her wrist. She stays still until I stop shaking, then she starts to move — tiny, filthy flexes that make my eyes roll back. Every time she curl

MOM'S BROTHER MADE ME HIS KITTEN

Mom called him Uncle Grant like that would make my stomach behave.It didn’t.Grant Vale was thirty-eight, six-three, and had been staying in the guest room for two weeks while his condo was renovated. My mother’s stepbrother. The man who used to send birthday cards and then showed up in our kitchen with rolled sleeves and a voice that made the word kitten sound like a hand between my legs.I’m Ivy Cole. Twenty-one. I still lived at home because nursing school ate money and pride. I told myself I wore the tiny shorts to sleep because the house ran hot.I wore them because he looked.Mom left Friday for a conference. Kissed my hair. Told Grant to “keep an eye on her.”He watched me climb the stairs and said, “Goodnight, kitten.”I should have locked my door.At midnight I went down for water in the slip I slept in and nothing else. He was on the couch in the dark with a glass and the TV on mute. His eyes dropped to my nipples through the silk and stayed there.“Come here.”Not a questi

Mom’s Brother Made Me His Kitten(2)

I woke up with his dried cum pulling tight between my thighs and my door still open.The house was quiet. Mom’s conference was two cities away. Grant stood in my doorway already dressed from the waist down, coffee in one hand, watching me sleep on my back like he’d told me to.“Knees. Hallway. Now.”I crawled off the bed naked. Carpet burned. My tits hung. I stopped at his feet and opened my mouth because that was the rule.He set the mug on the hall table, freed himself, and laid his cock on my tongue.“Hold it. Drool. Your mother is going to call in twelve minutes and I want you sloppy when she does.”I held him. Spit ran off my lip onto my chest. He thickened and started using my throat in slow, deep strokes that made me gag quietly against the runner. Snot threatened. He wiped it with his thumb and put the thumb in my mouth beside his cock.The phone rang on the table at nine exactly.He pulled out, put the phone in my hand, and pushed back into my mouth.“Answer.”I hit speaker b

Mom’s Brother Made Me His Kitten(3)

The study rug burned my knees for an hour before he even unzipped.Grant took two calls with me under the desk holding him on my tongue, drooling onto my tits, not sucking until he tapped my jaw. On the third call — something about a contract — he put his hand on the back of my head and used my throat in slow, deep strokes while he said that’s acceptable in a voice that never cracked.I gagged. He held me there. Spit hit the leather of his shoe.When he hung up he pulled out, slapped the wet head against my cheek, and pointed at the desk.“Up. On your back. Knees to your chest. I want that kitten cunt and that used ass in the light.”Marble-cold wood under my spine. I held my knees. He poured lube down my crack and worked three fingers into my ass until I was shaking and dripping off the edge of the blotter.“All of it this time.”He lined up and pushed into my ass in one long, mean slide. I shouted at the ceiling. He didn’t stop until his hips met me. Then he fucked that hole in deep

Mom’s Brother Made Me His Kitten(4)

His bed smelled like him and the soap he wouldn’t let me use between my legs.I was on my back in the middle of it, knees open, plug seated, when Grant came in and shut nothing. He stripped, climbed over me, and pulled the toy out in one slow drag. What he’d left in my ass followed, warm, and he pushed it back in with two fingers before replacing them with his cock.He fucked my ass facing me, unhurried, forehead almost against mine, one hand on my throat.“Last night,” he said. “Then her room. Then you decide if you go back to being her daughter in the mornings or you stay my kitten when she comes home.”I came on that sentence, clenching around him, dripping onto his sheets. He pulled out of my ass, shoved into my cunt, and used that until I was shaking. Then he put me on my hands and knees and took my ass again, deeper, slapping the meat of it, calling me kitten every time I made a sound.He finished in that hole, stayed planted, and reached under to smear what leaked onto my clit.

MY BROTHER'S BEST FRIEND FUCKS ME AFTER OFFICE HOURS

Office hours were supposed to be about my midterm.I told myself that the whole walk across campus, hugging my paper to my chest like it could save me. The English building smelled like old heat and floor wax. Third floor. Last door on the left. The nameplate still looked wrong.Dr. Julian Crowe.Miles’s best friend. The man who used to sleep on our basement couch and steal bacon out of the pan. The man who showed up to my high school graduation in a suit and then disappeared into graduate school until he came back as the thing I had to sit in front of three times a week and pretend I wasn’t wet for.I’m Tessa Ward. Twenty-one. Junior. I should have dropped his section the first week, when he said my name like it already had a weight on it.I knocked.“Come in.”He didn’t look surprised. He never did. Forty-ish if you didn’t know better, thirty-eight if you did. Dark shirt, sleeves rolled. The desk between us was a joke. He’d had me stay after lecture. Your argument collapsed in the l

My Brother’s Best Friend Fucks Me After Office Hours(2)

I sat in his lecture Friday with his dried cum pulling tight between my thighs and my brother’s flight tracker open under the desk.Miles landed at 4:12. Julian dismissed class at 4:40. I walked to the English building with nothing under my skirt and my mouth already dry.Five o’clock. Last door on the left. I didn’t knock.He locked it behind me, turned the blinds, and pointed at the floor.“Knees. Hands behind your back. You don’t get the desk until that mouth earns it.”I dropped. Carpet burned. He freed himself already half hard from watching me in the third row for fifty minutes, and laid his cock on my tongue.“Hold it. Drool. Look at me while your brother’s best friend uses your throat.”I held him. Spit ran off my lip onto my tits. He thickened and started fucking my face in slow, deep strokes that made me gag against his zipper. Snot threatened. He wiped it with his thumb and put the thumb in my mouth beside his cock.“That’s it. Sloppy. Miles thinks you’re at the library. Yo

My Brother’s Best Friend Fucks Me After Office Hours(3)

Miles hugged me at the door like I was still twelve and hadn’t just come on his best friend’s cock.“You look wrecked,” he said. “Finals?”“Something like that.”Julian arrived twenty minutes later with beer and the same face he used on a lecture stage. He clapped Miles on the shoulder. He said my garlic bread smelled good. He sat across from me at the table I’d grown up at and put his shoe against my bare ankle under the wood.I served pasta with nothing under my skirt and two loads cooling between my legs. Every time I sat down I felt him leak. Miles talked about the flight, the job, a girl in Chicago. Julian asked the right questions. His foot climbed my calf, then my inner thigh, and rested against my naked cunt while I passed the parmesan.I almost dropped the bowl.“You okay, Tess?” Miles asked.“Fine. Sauce is hot.”Julian drank his beer and looked at my brother like a loyal friend. Under the table he rubbed once, filthy and small, and I clenched around nothing.After dinner Mi

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