Todos los capítulos de But Stepfamily shouldn’t know, How you taste like : Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 10

--- **Author’s Note** Hi, Cupcakes. This is my second book here, and it is **pure smut** with a moral lesson few chapters to the end. Before you go ahead “Read this”: - Every character is **18 years old or older**. Any age that looks younger is an error. You will not find underage characters in this story. - This is **taboo erotica**. Stepfamily. Dark. Wrong. Explicit. - If stories like this will bother your conscience, **skip this book**. Do not start it and then come back to complain that it is too erotic or too dirty. I will not be gentle about that. **Last warning.** Skip. Skip. Skip. This is pure taboo and every shade of wrong. Stepfamily should not know how you taste. If you still want it—grab your popcorn, my sweet Cupcakes, and ride it with me until the ending, where the lesson waits. You have been warned. --- This Is Dirty and Disgusting.... Do not read.... if you hate books like this..... Lily P O V I’d been hearing it for months—ever since I

“Yeah,” Ethan answered smoothly, his voice a little rough. “Just fighting for the blanket.” Kara rolled her eyes. “You two are weird.” The rest of the movie was pure torture. I kept grinding my soaked pussy against Ethan’s massive nine-inch cock under the blanket while Christian Grey dominated the screen. Every time the actors on the television moaned or the soundtrack swelled, I used the noise as cover to roll my hips a little harder. The thick ridge of him pressed right between my cheeks, hot even through the layers of fabric. I could feel him leaking, the front of his sweatpants growing damp where I sat. My stepbrother’s hot breath fanned my ear as he panted, “I know you’re saving up to buy a dildo… If you let me taste you, I’ll get you one. The best one.” “Fuck… Ethan, you’re depraved,” I whispered, my cheeks burning. But I couldn’t resist. I dragged my shorts to the side under the blanket, dipped two fingers into my dripping cunt, and pulled them out glistening

Lily P O V “I’m fine,” I said quickly. Ethan held up a pair of socks like they required deep concentration. “We’ve got it under control.” Mark nodded, seemingly satisfied. “Alright. Laptop’s in the study. I’ll grab it and head back out. Text if you need anything.” He turned and walked off down the hallway. We listened to his footsteps, the soft creak of the study door, the rustle of him collecting his things. Every second stretched. The washer kept rumbling. The dildo kept buzzing deep inside me, and the pressure that had been so close to breaking earlier was still there—held only by sheer panic and the need to stay silent. Ethan didn’t look at me. He kept folding, slow and methodical, but his free hand brushed the side of my hip once in a silent question. I gave the tiniest shake of my head. Not yet. We heard Mark’s voice again from farther away—something about keys—then the front door opened and closed. The house settled back into quiet except for the machine and the frantic r

My phone started ringing in my pocket. I froze. He pulled back slightly, lips glistening, eyes dark with frustration. “Leave it,” he growled against my thigh. But the screen lit up with Mom’s name. Reality crashed back in. I shoved his head away gently and scrambled for the phone, heart hammering. “It’s her. I have to answer.” He sat back on his heels, jaw tight, but he let me go. I tugged my dress down and answered, trying to sound normal. “Hey, Mom.” “Sweetie! I’m so glad you picked up. I just had the most exciting idea and I need your help right away. Come downstairs!” I glanced at Ethan. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, looking like he wanted to throw the phone across the room. “Okay… I will be right there.” The second I hung up, he stood and pulled me against him. “This isn’t over,” he whispered, voice rough. Guilt and heat warred in my chest as I slipped out of his room on shaky legs. Downstairs, Mom was practically glowing in the living room, surr

The next morning, I sat at the dining table helping Kara with her literature assignment. She was being her usual rude self—slouched in her chair, scrolling on her phone between answers, sighing dramatically every time I corrected her. “God, Lily, you sound just like Mom. It’s not that deep,” she muttered, rolling her eyes as I explained the symbolism in the poem for the third time. I forced a patient smile, still sore from yesterday’s throat training. My voice was slightly hoarse, but I hid it well. “It is that deep if you want a good grade, Kara. Just write it like this.” She copied my notes grudgingly. As I leaned over to point at her notebook, Kara suddenly squinted at my hair. “Wait… is that catarrh in your hair?” she asked, wrinkling her nose in disgust. “Gross. Did you sneeze or something?” My stomach dropped. A thick, dried streak of Ethan’s cum must have landed in my dark strands yesterday when he finished down my throat.... The fact that I took my bath and it didn