Emma's POV
By the end of that first short explosive fuck on the couch, I was partly ruined. I still wanted more of him. Jake had a type of cock you could never get enough of no matter how hard you try, or maybe I'm just being the unsatisfied one. My pussy couldn't even take all of him in me. His length was that huge.
My pussy throbbed and pulsed, leaking his thick, warm cum down my inner thighs in slow, sticky trails. My legs felt like jelly, my tits were marked with his handprints, and my mind was spinning from how deep he had just stretched me. That was the point I tried to make earlier. We just had a short fuck, but he made sure he breeded me really hard. That was better than anything else. Another good part of it was that he wasn’t satisfied. His massive 10-inch cock was still half-hard, glistening with our mixed juices, twitching against his thigh as he looked at me with dark, hungry eyes that cried for more.
“To the shower,” he growled, scooping me up in his strong arms, and pinning me against him. My legs wrapped around his waist automatically, his thick cock rubbing against my soaked, sensitive slit with every step he took up the stairs. The head of his monster dick nudged my entrance teasingly, making me whimper and grind against him.
"Don't start what you won't finish." He growled. "Your moans are turning me on."
I pressed myself harder on his cock again and gosh, It felt so good. His cock roamed at my entrance with every step he took.
The moment we stepped into the bathroom, he turned the hot water on full blast. Steam quickly filled the room as he pressed me against the cold tiles, the contrast making me gasp. Without a word, he dropped to his knees and buried his face between my legs.
“I need to taste that release of yours again." He whispered, using his tongue to open up my entrance. "You taste like my cum,” he groaned, his tongue diving deeper into my creampied pussy. He licked and sucked me greedily, cleaning out every drop of his load while his thick fingers rubbed my swollen clit in firm circles. I came hard on his face within seconds, my walls clenching as I squirted down his chin and chest, screaming his name.
"Why did you come without my permission, Emma?"
I nearly gasped. My name sounded so good on his lips.
"I love how my name sounds on your lips," I said, taking my fingers to my pussy so it dripped cum on them and stuck it to my mouth seductively. "I want you to call me again. Just once please."
"Fuck... She wants me to call her name," he said to himself. "I won't call your name now. I'll call it after you fuck me really bad till I'm terribly wrecked and whimpering at your command."
I chuckled, stretching out my leg to grab his cock.
"Or don't you like that, Ella?" He smiled, crawling forward to kiss me on the lips.
"I fucking love it." I kissed him harder.
"I'll make you call my name while your pussy squirts out release to my face."
"Say no more," I placed a finger to cover his lips, trailing them down to his chest. "Make me feel that way again."
He stood up, his huge monster cock going fully hard again, and lifted one of my legs, hooking it over his hip. He rubbed the fat, veiny head up and down my dripping slit, teasing my entrance before pushing himself into me.
“Oh my god, Jake!” I screamed, my nails digging into his shoulders. He was so deep I felt him in my stomach. The hot water cascaded over us as he started pounding me against the wall. Every deep, powerful stroke made my tits bounce wildly and my back arch against the tiles. His heavy balls slapped against my ass while his thick cock rearranged my insides.
“Take this cock, little sis,” he grunted, one hand wrapping around my throat lightly, squeezing just enough to make me dizzy with pleasure, the other slapping my ass hard. “This tight little pussy is mine now. Say it.”
“It’s yours,” I moaned, my voice breaking as he hit that perfect spot over and over. “My pussy belongs to you, Jake.”
"I need to hear that louder." He yelled, groaning as he increased his pace.
"It's all yours. My pussy... It belongs to you now." I cried.
I felt my orgasm build up and before I could tell him about it, my pussy exploded, even harder this time, my walls milking his thick shaft as I squirted around him, my juices mixing with the shower water.
He pulled out, taking his head to my pussy to lick up my remaining release.
"Bad thing you didn't let me taste your release this time." He grunted, sucking my pussy like he was going to dry me up.
“Mmmph… oh fuck, Jake… your tongue is so deep…” I moaned, using my fingers to rub my pussy lips faster.
He pushed my hand away and took over completely. His thick fingers spread my swollen lips wide open while his mouth latched on my clit, sucking hard. Two of his fingers plunged deep inside me, curling and pumping fast, working my g-spot while his tongue flicked and sucked my clit without mercy. The sloppy sounds of him eating my pussy filled the shower, louder than the running water.
“Fuuuuck… Jake… yes, right there…” I cried, my hips bucking against his face. He sucked harder, fingers fucking me faster, stretching me open. My legs started shaking as another orgasm built fast.
He pulled back just enough to growl, “Cum on my tongue again. I want to drink every drop.”
I exploded. My pussy clenched hard around his fingers as I squirted hard on his face, my juices spraying his chin and chest. He kept sucking and fingering me through it, drawing out every pulse until I was whimpering and my legs could barely hold me.
He stood up, water running down his body, and kissed me deep, letting me taste myself on his tongue. His huge cock pressed against my stomach, ready for more.
But he wasn’t done eating me yet.
He dropped back down, spread my legs wider, and went back to work — tongue deep in my pussy, fingers rubbing my clit and pumping inside me at the same time. I was about to come again, when he noticed it and ordered me to stop.
"You're not coming now. Keep it there with you. We're coming in each other's faces at once."
His both hands worked my pussy, while my hands worked on his cock. He pumped me faster, pushing me close to releasing to his face.
He wanted us to come all at once and I was ready to do that.
I worked his cock faster, using one of my fingers to fuck his opening while the other cupped his balls. Thick precum dripped out of his cock, spreading all over my finger.
I kept going on him, switching fingers when necessary and licking off every precum he gave. I was about to change our positions when I heard him groan about coming. We both went on our knees, placing ourselves in an angle that was suitable for us to receive each others release.
"Ready?" He asked, rubbing the tip of cock.
"Let's do it. It's killing."
He winced at me and instantly, our release went into each other's mouth. His release was thick and warm, tasting very similarly to my release. My pussy clenched as we emptied ourselves.
We didn't collapse like it happens it movies. Just pure silence followed like none of us wanted to talk.
"Are you okay, Emma?"
Jake finally spoke.
"We need to freshen up and get some sleep. It's pretty late right now." He said, going back to silence.
I crawled to him and kissed him on the lips, then headed to the bathroom.
That was my little act of appreciation for things like this.
Jake’s POV
Last night was hot. Like fuck. To tell me that my stepsister would taste better than anyone I've fucked would have been a lie until yesterday.
I lay flat on my back in my bedroom, staring up at the ceiling fan spinning lazily, but my mind had completely drifted to all happened between my stepsister and I last night.
I wanted to take my mind off her and convince myself that it was just a one time experience I may never get to have again, but just couldn’t.
My room was begining to scent like her, like she was in here with me all night. It smelt like a mixture of my thick cum and her sweet sticky squirt.
Before yesterday, I honestly thought she was just that naive, quiet girl who cared little or less about my existence. We barely talked. We had almost zero interactions with each other outside of a mumbled "good morning" or passing each other in the hallway while going about our separate ways. I figured she looked at me as the annoying older stepbrother who was just occupying space in the house after college. But fuck, I was completely wrong.
Yesterday changed everything. I discovered she had something inside her—a raw, untameable hunger—that was going to keep drawing me back to her like a fucking addict I was becoming. I couldn't stop thinking about her. I kept picturing the look on her face when I dipped my hands into her pussy for the very first time on that couch. She was so incredibly wet, her tight little entrance dripping before I even touched her clit. And she came multiple times, screaming, shaking, and soaking my fingers, all because of me.
Just thinking about the way her tight pussy stretched when I was going in and out of her, made my sweatpants feel completely suffocating.
I reached down, gripping myself through my shorts. My dick was already stubbornly hard, a thick, rigid pillar pressing uncomfortably against my stomach. I pulled the waistband down, letting my ten-inch cock spring free into the cool air of my bedroom. It was already fully erect, veiny, and throbbing with a violent pulse, the heavy head dark purple with precum leaking from it's tip.
I got back on the bed, wrapping my hands around my cock. I needed to ease this tension right away. I began to stroke myself slowly, my thumb sliding over the sensitive skin right beneath the head, smearing the pre-cum down the length of it.
"Emma," I growled out loud into the empty room. Her name rolled out too seductively on my tongue.
The moment my eyes closed, the memories came flooding my head again. I pictured her bent over the couch, those tiny sleep shorts bunched up around her waist, revealing the full, smooth cheeks of her ass. I remembered the exact sound of her voice when she broke down, crying and begging me to stretch her open with my huge cock. The stretch had been so tight, so goddamn perfect, that I felt like I was tearing her apart, in the best way possible. Her inner walls gripped my shaft, milking me from the very first deep thrust I made inside her.
I increased my pace, tightening my grip on my cock. It felt so good, but it wasn't enough. I wanted her mouth. I wanted to feel her wet, tight lips stretching wide to accommodate my thickness, just like she did when she was down on her knees on the living room floor, taking the fat head of my dick into her throat until tears pricked her eyes. She had been such a good, obedient little cocksucker, swallowing my pre-cum and cleaning me up like a pro.
"Fuck, Emma..." I groaned, my hips bucking off the mattress as my hand pumped faster.
My mind shifted to the shower session. I could almost feel the hot water cascading over my shoulders, mixing with the slick, sticky juices covering her pussy. I imagined myself dropping to my knees on those cold bathroom tiles, burying my face entirely between her thighs. She had tasted so fucking sweet, even with the heavy taste of my own cum mixed into her. I remembered how desperately her hips bucked against my mouth when my tongue dived deep inside her creampied entrance. She had squirted right down my chin and chest, her entire body convulsing as she yelled my name over and over.
The memory was so intense, so vivid, that my balls turned hard against my body. I slid my left hand to reach down, cupping my heavy sack, my fingers squeezing and rolling my testicles while my right hand furiously worked my cock. I took one of my fingers, slick with my own pre-cum, and pressed it right against my own opening, tracing the tip just like she had done to me in the shower right before we came in each other's faces.
The overload of the fantasy pushed me right over the edge.
"Yeah, take it, Emma... suck it clean, you little whore," I grunted out loud, my voice deep and ragged.
I got into a brutal pace, slapping my hands against my lower belly. My cock locked up, my toes curling as a massive wave of pleasure exploded through me. I groaned into the quiet bedroom, my hand still pumping violently as my cock erupted with cum. Load after load of thick, hot, white cum shot out of me, moving through the air and splattering heavily across my own chest and stomach.
I remained on my bed panting heavily, my chest heaving as the aftershocks rippled through my cock. But the satisfaction didn't last more than a few seconds. Usually, after a release like that, a guy cools down. The urge goes away. But not today. Not with Emma sleeping just a few doors away.
My dick didn't even go soft. It stayed stubbornly hard, throbbing heavily against my sticky abdomen. The image of her tits bouncing wildly against the wet shower flashed in my mind again. I thought about her long, slender fingers rubbing her own swollen pussy lips while I sucked her clit.
"Fucking hell," I muttered, my hand gripping my shaft again without even thinking.
I didn't even bother to wipe the fresh cum off my chest. I just started stroking myself through the mess, using my release as a lubricant to pleasure myself. It felt entirely different this time—sensitised, dirty, and incredibly dominant. I closed my eyes and pictured the next thirteen days we had left alone in this house. Thirteen days of having complete, unrestricted access to her body. I'd fuck her on the kitchen counter. I'd bend her over the dining table. I'd make her wake me up every single morning with her tight mouth wrapped around my cock.
The thoughts worked me right back into the mood. My cock went back to a more full, monstrous hardness, veiny and rigid, practically begging for another release. I pumped myself harder, my thumb working the sensitive head, forcing the arousal to build at a dangerous speed. I imagined myself burying my cock so deep in her pussy that she wouldn't be able to form a proper sentence, just broken, breathless whimpers of my name.
Within minutes, my balls tightened again, and I felt that heavy, aching pressure building up in my groin. I let out a low growl, my hand moving in an unpredictable furious motion up and down my ten-inch cock.
"Emma... fuck... you're mine," I hissed, my hips jerking violently as I came hard for the second time. Another heavy release of thick cum pumped out of me, joining the mess already drying on my stomach, leaving me completely spent and covered in my own release.
I stayed completely still for a few minutes, my breathing slowly returning to normal. The house was dead silent. I finally sat up, grabbing a clean towel from the side of the bed to roughly wipe the sticky white fluid off my chest and stomach. I pulled my sweatpants back up over my hips, but even after two explosive releases, the dull, heavy ache in my groin wouldn't entirely disappear. My cock was still thick, resting heavy against my thigh, refusing to go completely soft.
I realized I couldn't stay locked up in my bedroom any longer. The walls felt like they were closing in on me. I needed to see her. I needed to look at her face in the morning light to confirm that yesterday hadn't been some kind of wild, feverish dream.
I quietly opened my bedroom door and stepped out to the hallway. I took silent steps as I made my way downstairs toward the kitchen, expecting to find her making coffee.
On getting to the kitchen, I saw something that made me froze.
It was her.
Emma.
She didn't seem to notice my presence at all. She was completely turned away from me, her back bathed in the warm morning sunlight filtering through the glass.
She had on a pair of tiny, thin white cotton panties that sat low on her hips, the fabric stretched tight across the smooth, round curve of her ass, showing off the full pack of her silhouette. But it was her upper body that made my heart slam violently against my ribs.
She had no bra on. Nothing at all.
Her back was completely bare, her slender shoulders and the delicate curve of her waist entirely exposed to the open room. From the angle I was standing, I could see the soft, round swell of the side of her bare breast, the heavy weight of it hanging beautifully as she lifted a hand to brush a stray strand of hair behind her ear.
I stood completely transfixed in the doorway, my muscles locking up as my eyes dragged slowly down the length of her exposed skin.
My sweatpants instantly grew tight again as my cock slammed back to full, throbbing hardness, threatening to rip right through the fabric at the mere sight of her.
I couldn't move. I just stood there, watching her, my hand unconsciously reaching down to grip my cock through my sweatpants as the memories of last night flooded back even stronger.
Emma's POV
The cold morning air touched my bare skin, sending a light shiver through me, as I stood by the living room window. I was still half-asleep, my body aching in places I couldn't name. Last night was gone in a blur, but the memories of the hot bath, our slick skin, and the terrifyingly huge stretch of Jake’s ten-inch cock still stuck to my head. I could still feel the sensations I felt when his huge cock entered my pussy.
I had gone downstairs minutes ago, wearing nothing but a pair of tiny, lace panties. My sleep shorts were still upstairs, probably damp and discarded on the bathroom floor alongside our wet towels. I didn't bother to put on a bra or even a shirt. I just needed to get down to the kitchen, grab a glass of water, and maybe start cleaning up the disaster we had made of the living room before I let the reality of what we had done fully set in.
I turned away from the window, intending to head toward the kitchen, but the moment I stepped into the doorway, I froze.
Jake was standing there.
He was leaning against the wall, his tall, muscular frame completely blocking the exit. He had nothing on, but a pair of loose gray sweatpants that hung too dangerously low on his hips, and at that point, my eyes betrayed me. Multiple times even when I tried to control it. It immediately darted down to the massive bulge of his cock peeking through his shorts. It was already hard, thick and heavy.
My pussy heated up instantly when I saw his cock grow longer. He was turned on already all because of me, and I knew it.
My heart banged heavily, as I squeezed my hands and toes, trying to restrict myself from coming. He must not see me this way. Getting turned on right in the front of him.
Instinct took over before my brain could react. My hands flew up to my chest, my arms crossing tightly over my bare breasts, hiding my hard, highly sensitive nipples from his dark, intense gaze. My breath hitched in my throat, a sudden wave of panic washing over me.
Oh my god, he’s looking right at me. I’m completely naked, I thought.
But then, as I stood there panting, the memories of last night retuned.
I remembered the way his rough, firm hands had gripped my ass. I remembered the sensations I felt when he had his fingers deep inside my wet, creampied pussy, stretching me open while his mouth latched on my clit in the shower. I remembered how I had literally bent over the couch, begging him to split me open, and how I had eagerly sucked his thick cum right off his shaft, tasting our combined release without a single feeling of shame.
Then, it clicked.
Why the hell was I covering myself? I thought, a sudden, rush of heat surging through my pussy. He already saw every single part of me. He’s claimed every single part of my body.
Slowly, deliberately, I let my arms fall back down to my sides. I stood tall, exposing my full, round breasts to him. My nipples instantly puckered, hardening under his hot gaze. I felt incredibly vulnerable, my skin burning under his gaze, but there was a sick, addictive thrill in letting him look at me like this.
The silence between us sickening. Neither of us moved. I shifted my position awkwardly from one foot to the other, my wet slit rubbing against the thin lace of my panties, reminding me that I was still leaking a tiny bit of his dried cum from the night before.
I swallowed hard, my throat feeling incredibly dry. I needed to speak. I needed to say something to break the tension before we ended up ripping each other's clothes off again, because God knows my body was practically screaming for it.
“Jake…” I called out, like he wasn't he front of me.
He didn’t answer. He just kept his eyes locked on mine, his nostrils flaring slightly as he took a deep, slow breath.
“I…” I took a step back, my thighs pressing tightly together to try and stop the sudden, throbbing ache between my legs. “I’m sorry about yesterday. All of it. It was my fault.”
A tiny flicker of emotion crossed his handsome face, his eyebrows drawing together slightly. But he still didn't say a word, forcing me to keep going. This was the only way I knew I could end every sexual interactions with him.
But come to think of it, what if Dad and Mom's finds out? In swear they're going to kill me. They'll know I seduced him first, and if you're asking why, it's simply because they've seen me.
They've seen me moving around on the short skimpy underwear that whenever they asked about it, I'll tell them it's just an underwear, nothing else, and besides, we're at home.
And maybe they trusted me enough that they stopped asking. I was something, not everything, while living with my parents.
“I’m sorry for seducing you,” I whispered, looking down at the floor, unable to hold his intense gaze any longer.
“I know I was the one wearing those tight shorts, and… and doing things to get your attention. I shouldn't have crossed that line. We’re stepsister and stepbrother, Jake. Mom and Dad already warned me about this, and If they ever found out… oh my god, it would literally kill them.”
I looked back up at him, my eyes wide with a sudden panic. “Please, Jake. You can’t tell them. You can't let them know what we did. We have to keep this a secret. It was just… a mistake. A really, really crazy mistake because we were left alone, and I didn't know what came over me. Please promise me you won't say anything.”
Jake’s expression darkened instantly. The relaxed, lazy posture he had been holding disappeared, replaced by a stiff intensity. He took a slow step toward me, his bare feet making no sound on the floor.
