"S- sorry, Dad."I pause for a moment and keep the whimper of need at bay."I got caught on the collar of a shirt.It's def too small.Gonna donate."
"Sounds good.As soon as you're done, bring them down and we'll bag them up so I can drop them off before my shift."
"Sounds good."
I clamp my hand over my mouth as Nate continues to jack off behind me.There's no way of knowing if my dad is still there, just waiting to catch me in something, or if he's actually walking away.Time ticks by as my stepbrother pleasures himself while his fingers are deep in my pussy.Eventually, I hear the telltale sound of him walking away, and everything finally relaxes.
"The fuck do you think you're doing?"I snap under my breath.
"Giving you exactly what your filthy little pussy wants.Don't tell me you didn't get wetter knowing he could have caught us.Don't tell me your pussy isn't spasming even now as adrenaline rushes through your body."
Damn it.He's right.I can't tell him that, though.
"Thought so."
The smug tone in his voice should infuriate me, but all it does is make me want to sink back further onto his fingers.
"Oh, no you don't," he growls, pinning my hip in place as his strokes become more furious.
They graze my lower lips as he slides over his cock, up and down, but not where I need him.Not at my hungry clit where even now it buzzes and tingles as desperation leaves me panting.
Pushing me down, he slides his plump head up and down my pussy, coating his fingers and cock with my arousal.Lurid groans slip from his lips as he continues to torture both of us with his movements.I hold my breath as I try not to scream.
After a few more moments of torment, he presses his tip just at the entrance.He doesn't go in.He doesn't allow me to push back.He just hovers there, letting me feel his tantalizing heat as he continues to bump up against me while he strokes himself.
"You drive me fucking feral," he snarls under his breath."Soon.So fucking soon I'm going to take you.I'm going to fuck you.I'm going to claim you."
I freeze at his words.Does he really mean that?Part of me hoped, craved, and yearned for it.He hasn't even fucked me yet, but I know I'm his and his alone.Just knowing he wants to make it permanent causes butterflies to flip in my stomach until I'm damn near giddy.
With a soft grunt, his fingers dig into my hip as the hot splash of his cum sprays against my pussy.Burying my face in the carpet, I do my best not to cry out or mewl like a fucking cat in heat.It coats me, inside and out.
"Don't worry, little stepsister," he hums as he grazes my earlobe with his teeth."I know I can't get you pregnant.Doesn't mean I don't want my cum in you, on you, and dripping out of every fucking hole."
He slides his fingers through the sticky mess and forces it into my pussy and smears his cum all inside my inner walls.Groaning, I let him defile me with his hands as I rock back and forth, rubbing my clit with renewed fury.
Soaked.Dripping.Sopping.So fucking wet.I slip about, sliding everywhere as our combined fluids coat every inch of my pussy.He drives into me, fucking me hard with his fingers as I touch myself.
Thankfully, it doesn't take me that long to have everything coiling back up again.Thoughts of Dad disappear as I struggle not to scream while being pounded from behind.All I can think about is pleasure as he pushes my other hand aside and touches me instead.
I grip the bed and bite down into the mattress as he forces an orgasm out of me—hard and fast.My thighs shake as pleasure rolls through and refuses to stop.All this edging, all this torture, all of it pours out of me as I moan long and low into the fabric muffling the sound.
He doesn't stop.His fingers keep moving until I jerk away from the sensation.Too much.Far too much.Breaths come in ragged gasps as I sag against the bed and try to force air into my lungs.
Nate slides up behind me and wraps his arm around my waist as he pours the warmth of his body into my jagged, shattered soul.
"Good, fucking girl.You came so beautifully.Stay there and let me clean you up."
He walks over to the bathroom, and I lie there in a puddle as the water runs in the sink.How is this my life?How in the hell did my wildest fantasies come true?And with my stepbrother, no less?
By the time he walks back in with a warm rag, a nagging thread of anxiety coils through my chest.His touch is gentle as he cleans me off, but my brain lies to me.It tells me this isn't true.It can't be.
"Penny for your thoughts, sweetheart."
"None of this makes sense."
"There's a lot in none.You're going to have to narrow it down."
As he drags the rag away, I turn and look at him as I try to push aside the hope and longing welling up.
