All Chapters of Stepbrother's Filthy Toy (An Erotica Collection): Chapter 301 - Chapter 310

“You’re still thinking about last night,” Katie said, voice soft under the low sound of the movie. “I can see it in the way you’re holding yourself.”Molly kept her eyes on the screen. The two women there were deep into the massage scene, hands sliding under fabric, breath changing. “I’m watching the movie.”“Liar.” Katie shifted closer until their thighs pressed fully together under the blanket. She reached down and tugged the hem of Theo’s shirt higher, showing the tattoo on her hip, then pinched her own pierced nipple through the thin cotton and let out a quiet breath. “There. Now you’ve seen everything. You can stop pretending you’re not looking.”Molly’s face burned. Heat that had been simmering since breakfast flared higher. She could smell Katie’s skin, warm and faintly sweet. The contact of their legs felt electric. She told herself she was straight. This was only leftover tension and too many years of never touching herself.“I can go put clothes on,” Katie offered. “Or move

“What the fuck is this?” Theo’s voice was low and rough, the water bottle still dangling from his fingers.Molly’s entire body locked. The thick silicone cock was still buried inside her. Katie’s hand remained wrapped around the base. Shame crashed over her so hard her vision swam. She was naked on the living room couch, thighs spread, pussy stretched and glistening around the toy, her stepbrother standing in the doorway staring at the exact place where his girlfriend was fucking her.Katie did not scramble to cover anyone. She simply sat back on her heels between Molly’s legs, one hand still resting on Molly’s trembling thigh, and looked at Theo with calm, flushed interest.“You’re home early,” she said.Theo’s eyes moved from Katie’s wet mouth to Molly’s swollen nipples to the place where the dildo disappeared inside his stepsister. His jaw flexed. Anger and something hotter warred across his face. The front of his jeans was already starting to strain.“Get the fuck off her.”Katie

CLAIRE. “What the hell are you doing out here?” Julian’s voice hits me the second I step into the hallway. Steam still clings to my skin. The towel I grabbed is the smallest one in the bathroom, barely covering my breasts and the tops of my thighs. I freeze. He is supposed to be across town at the lawyer’s office finalizing the last of his father’s estate. Instead he stands three feet away, bare chest still damp, sweatpants hanging low on his hips, dark eyes locked on me like he has been waiting for this exact moment. I force my chin up. “This is still my house too. The will made that clear.” “Your house.” He lets out a short, bitter laugh. “My father left me everything. You just get to live in it until I decide otherwise.” The old resentment burns between us the way it always has. He was fourteen when I married his father. He never hid how much he despised the young widow who took his mother’s place. Now he is twenty-four, taller than me, broader, and the hatred in his gaze

CLAIRE.“You actually came down here ready to beg.”Julian’s voice is low and rough when I step into the kitchen just after six. He stands at the counter in nothing but those same gray sweatpants, coffee mug in one hand, bare chest still marked with faint sleep lines. The morning light cuts across the hard planes of his stomach and the heavy outline already straining the front of the fabric. My mouth waters the second I see it.I do not answer with words. I walk straight across the cool tile, heart hammering, and drop to my knees in front of him without being told. The position puts my face level with the thick ridge of his cock. I look up. His eyes are dark and already hungry.“Good girl,” he says. “Take it out.”My hands shake as I reach for the waistband. I tug the sweatpants down just enough to free him. His cock springs out heavy and hard, the head flushed dark and already leaking a clear bead of precum. He is thicker than I imagined last night, longer too, the vein along the und

CLAIRE.“Get dressed. Now. She is already in the hallway.”Julian’s voice is tight and urgent as he yanks his sweatpants up. Cum is still leaking down my thighs and dripping onto the ruined inheritance papers. I scramble off the dining table on shaky legs, snatch my discarded robe from the floor, and yank it closed just as my late husband’s sister rounds the corner into the dining room.“There you two are,” she says, smiling too brightly. Her eyes flick over the messy table, the crumpled documents, the way my hair is tangled and my lips look swollen. “I hope I am not interrupting anything important. I just could not stop worrying about you both alone in this big house.”Julian steps slightly in front of me, blocking her view of the wet stains on the papers. “We were going through the last of the paperwork. Timing is bad, Aunt Carol. We were about to head out.”I force a calm smile while fresh cum slides down my inner thigh under the robe. My pussy is still throbbing and open from the