Todos los capítulos de Stepfamily Stories: Capítulo 361 - Capítulo 368

Having my stepbrother’s cock buried balls-deep inside me was something I never thought would actually happen. Yet here I was, on Thanksgiving night in Grandma’s creaky old guest bed, legs spread wide while Jace slammed his thick, veiny length into my dripping cunt. The wet, filthy slap of his heavy balls against my ass filled the small room, mixing with my muffled moans and his low, dirty growls.“Fuck yes, take that stepbrother dick, you nasty little slut,” Jace grunted, voice rough as he pounded harder. His big hands gripped my thighs, spreading me wider, folding me in half so he could watch his massive shaft stretch my tight hole. “Look at this greedy cunt swallowing every inch. You’ve been dreaming about this taboo cock ruining you, haven’t you, Riley?”I couldn’t answer. My mouth hung open in a silent scream as another brutal thrust kissed my cervix, sending sparks exploding through my body. My full tits bounced with every savage stroke, nipples stiff and aching. Sweat slicked ou

I never planned for any of it. That’s what I kept telling myself while I was bent over the kitchen island in my sister’s house, sundress shoved up around my waist, my brother-in-law’s thick cock driving deep into my soaked cunt.“Fuck, Maya… you’re gripping me tighter than Natalie ever has,” Derek groaned behind me. His heavy balls slapped against my clit with every hard thrust. One hand bruised my hip. The other yanked my hair, forcing my back to arch. Wet, filthy sounds filled the kitchen as he wrecked me.Natalie was upstairs napping after the barbecue. I should have felt sick with guilt. Instead all I felt was raw, dirty pleasure as my sister’s husband stretched me open. I was supposed to be the responsible one. The older sister who had her life together. Right now I was leaking all over his shaft like I couldn’t get enough.“Harder,” I whimpered, pushing back to meet him. “Fuck me like the slut I am.”He laughed low and slapped my ass. The crack echoed. “You’ve been walking aroun

The iron gates slammed shut behind the car and the mansion swallowed me whole.I sat in the back seat with my hands locked tight in my lap, staring at the sprawling stone estate that now belonged to my mother by marriage. Three stories of dark windows and sharp angles, ringed by woods that looked thick enough to hide bodies. My mother’s new husband, Victor Voss, had paid for everything—the movers, the new clothes I refused to wear, the silent driver who never once looked at me in the rearview mirror.I hadn’t asked for any of it.My father had been dead only six weeks when Mom announced she was remarrying. Six weeks. Some nights I still woke up reaching for a voice that wasn’t there. And now I was being delivered like cargo to a house full of strangers who were supposed to be my family.The front doors opened before the car fully stopped.Three men stood on the steps.They looked carved from the same dark stone as the house—tall, broad-shouldered, expensive clothes that didn’t quite h

I woke to rain against the glass and the heavy certainty that I was no longer alone.The room was dark except for thin silver light leaking through the clouds. My door was still locked. The bathroom door was still locked. None of it mattered.Lucian sat in the armchair by the window, one ankle crossed over the other knee, watching me like he had been there for hours.I sat up slowly, sheet clutched to my chest. “How did you get in?”“Does it matter?” His voice was quiet. The silver in his eyes caught what little light there was. “You left the window cracked.”I hadn’t.He stood and crossed the room without hurry. Every step made the air feel thicker. When he reached the side of the bed he didn’t sit. He simply looked down at me until my pulse was loud in my ears.“You dreamed about us,” he said. Not a question. “I felt it. We all did.”Heat flooded my face. The dreams had been too clear—hands, mouths, the press of bodies that burned hotter than any human’s should. I had already woken