His eyes went black with lust.

I squeezed him harder. “All those times you flirted with those girls right in front of me? I went home and fucked myself raw thinking about you punishing me for being jealous.”

A growl rumbled out of his chest, his hands finally moved, coming up to grip my waist, his fingers digging into my skin hard enough to bruise.

“Tell me to stop,” he said against my mouth, breathing hot. “Tell me to stop right now and I will.”

I answered him by sliding my tongue into his mouth.

He groaned loud and kissed me back like he was starving. His tongue pushed against mine in a filthy way that I almost my mind, his teeth scraping my bottom lip.

One of his hands slid down to grab my ass under the skirt, his fingers finding bare skin immediately because of course I was not wearing anything underneath.

He squeezed hard, spread me open, then slapped my ass once, the sound cracking through the room.

I gasped into his mouth and he did it again, but harder this time.

“You came here dressed like this on purpose,” he muttered between kisses, biting my lip, my jaw and my neck.

“Yes,” I moaned, grinding against his thigh because I needed friction. “ I wanted you to bend me over the second I walked in.”

He walked me backward until my spine hit the wall beside the television.

His hands shoved my crop top up, yanking it over my head and tossing it somewhere.

My tits spilled free and he stared at them for a second like he could not believe they were real, then in seconds what I knew was his lips were on me.

He sucked my left nipple hard, his teeth grazing me, flicking his tongue, while his hand pinched the other one until I cried out.

I clawed at his back, trying to pull his boxers down with one hand while the other tangled in his hair.

He pulled off my nipple with a wet pop. “Slowly Aria,” he growled. “ I've been waiting too fucking long to rush this.”

He dropped to his knees in front of me and shoved my skirt up to my waist, then spread my legs wide.

The cool air hit my soaked pussy and I shivered.

“Look at this pretty cunt,” he said, his voice rough with awe.

He ran two fingers up my slit, collecting my wetness, then pushed them into his mouth and sucked them clean while staring up at me. “ Hmm.. it tastes better than I imagined.”

I whimpered, jerking my hips forward.

He hooked one of my legs over his shoulder, opening me completely, and licked a slow stripe from my entrance to my clit, my head thunked back against the wall.

“Charles—”

“Keep Quiet and take it,” he said, then buried his face in my pussy completely.

He ate me like a man possessed, his tongue pushing inside me, fucking me with it, then sliding up to circle my clit before sucking it hard between his lips.

Two fingers shoved into me without warning, curling, stroking that spot that made my legs shake.

I grabbed his hair with both hands and ground against his face, chasing the orgasm that was already building again.

He pulled back just enough to speak, lips shiny with me. “You come on my tongue first, then I am going to fuck you until you can not walk out of this house.”

I moaned loud enough that the neighbors probably heard if he had one.

He went back to work, his fingers pumping faster, flicking his tongue on my clit without mercy.

My thighs started trembling, my stomach tightened, and then I was coming hard, my pussy clenching around his fingers, juices dripping down his wrist while I screamed his name.

He kept licking me through it, drawing it out until I was gasping, oversensitive and shaking.

When he finally stood up, his mouth and chin were wet with me.

He wiped his face with the back of his hand, then grabbed my throat gently and kissed me again so I could taste myself on his tongue.

His cock was straining against his boxers, the head peeking above the waistband leaking steadily.

I reached down and pulled him free, wrapping my hand around bare skin this time.

He was hot and throbbing in my grip.

He broke the kiss, breathing hard against my lips.

“Let's go to the bedroom”

I shook my head, squeezing his cock harder. “No. It's right here. I have waited long enough.”

He stared at me for some seconds, breathing heavily too

Then he grabbed my hips, spun me around, and pressed my front to the wall.

My cheek rested against the cool surface, my tits flattened against the wall, with my ass pushed out.

His boxers hit the floor, and I heard the rip of a condom wrapper, he must have grabbed one from somewhere, then the blunt head of his cock nudged my entrance, sliding through my wetness, teasing me.

Finally fuck!

I pushed back impatiently.

“Beg me,” he said, his voice dark with lust.

“Please,” I gasped immediately. “Please fuck me, Charles. I need it, I need your cock so bad.”

He stayed perfectly still behind me, the thick head of his dick resting right at my entrance, sliding up and down through my slick folds but never pushing it in.

Every time he dragged it over my clit I jerked, a fresh wave of wetness coating him.

My palms were flat on the wall, my fingers curled, with my nails scraping the paint because I needed something to hold on to.

“You want this dick that much?” he asked, his voice low and rough.

His hand came down hard on my ass again, the sting blooming hot across my skin.

“You’ve been walking around acting like you hate me while your little cunt was dripping for me every day?”

“Yes,” I moaned, pushing back harder, trying to take him myself.

“Every fucking day, every time you looked at another girl I wanted to scream, I wanted you to drag me somewhere and fuck the attitude out of me.”

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He slapped my ass again, harder, then grabbed a fistful of my hair and yanked my head back so my throat was exposed.

His mouth found the side of my neck and he bit down, his teeth sinking in just enough to make me gasp.

“Greedy girl,” he growled against my skin. “ You've been saving this pussy for me and I didn’t even know it.”

I whimpered, nodding as much as his grip would let me. “It's all yours.”

He let go of my hair and both of his big hands clamped down on my hips, his fingers digging in so hard I knew I would have bruises tomorrow.

He pulled me back an inch, lining up again, and this time he gave me the head, just the head, stretching my entrance open around that fat crown.

I cried out, my legs shaking.

“More,” I begged. “Give me more.”

He fed me another inch slowly, letting me feel every thick ridge of him.

My pussy fluttered around him, trying to pull him deeper, but he held me still.

“Fuck, you’re tight,” he hissed through his teeth. “I've been watching all those guys split you open on video and you still feel this fucking tight.”

I couldn’t answer, all I could do was pant and push back, trying to take more. He gave me another inch and stopped again.

“Charles, please—”

“Tell me how many times you came thinking about me,” he demanded, his voice getting darker. “Tell me while I stretch this cunt.”

“Hundreds,” I sobbed. “Thousands, every night. I’d fuck myself with toys and pretend it was you, pretend you were punishing me for being a jealous little bitch.”

He groaned and slammed the rest of the way inside me in one brutal thrust.

“Yessssss!!!” The stretch burned so good I screamed out.

He bottomed out, his balls pressed tight against my clit, that perfect curve dragging against my front wall.

My pussy clamped down around him hard, already trying to milk him.

“Jesus fuck,” he grunted, holding me still, letting me adjust.

“You’re gonna make me come just from putting it in.”

I rolled my hips in a slow circle, grinding back against him.

“Don’t you dare, you’re gonna fuck me hard like you promised.”

He pulled out slowly, almost all the way, then drove back in so hard my tits slammed against the wall, my breath left me in a rush.

“ That's what you want?” he snarled, doing it again.

“You want me to use this pussy like I own it?”

“Yes, yes, yes—”

He set a punishing rhythm, his hips snapping forward, with his cock dragging out to the tip before slamming back in.

Every thrust shoved me up the wall, my nipples scraping the paint, my toes barely touching the floor.

The sound of his skin hitting my ass echoed loudly, wet and obscene, mixed with the squelch of my soaked pussy taking him over and over.

He reached around and found my clit with two rough fingers, rubbing fast circles while he fucked me.

“Come on my cock,” he ordered, breathing hot against my ear. “Show me how much better the real thing feels than your fingers.”

I was already close, I had been close since he put his mouth on me.

The pressure built fast and vicious, my legs were shaking so hard I would have fallen if he wasn’t holding me up.

“Charles, I’m—”

“Do it,” he snapped, pinching my clit hard. “Come all over this dick right now.”

I shattered.

My pussy clamped down so tight that he cursed loud, thrusts stuttering for a second as I came, gushing around him, juices running down my thighs and his balls.

My whole body shook, my vision going white at the edges while I screamed his name over and over.

He didn’t stop, he fucked me through it, dragging every aftershock out of me until I was sobbing from overstimulation.

Only when I went limp against the wall did he slow, pulling out just long enough to spin me around and face him.

My legs gave out and he caught me, lifting me easily, hands under my thighs.

I wrapped my arms and legs around him as he pressed me back against the wall again.

“Look at me,” he said, voice wrecked.

I forced my eyes open, his face was flushed, with his jaw clenched, his eyes opened wildly.

He reached between us, lined himself up, and sank back inside me in one smooth stroke. My head fell back against the wall with a thud.

“Gonna fill this pussy up,” he promised, starting to move again, slower now but deeper, grinding against my clit with every thrust.

“ I've been dreaming about breeding you for months, do you want that? You want me to pump you full until it leaks down your legs?”

I nodded frantically, nails digging into his shoulders. “Yes. Do it. Come inside me.”

He groaned and sped up, his hips pistoning with his balls slapping my ass.

His mouth crashed into mine, swallowing my moans as he fucked me harder, chasing his own release now.

I felt him swell inside me, getting even thicker.

“Fuck, Aria—”

He slammed in deep one last time and held there, his cock pulsing as he came, flooding the condom with heat.

His whole body shook against mine, his breath ragged against my neck.

We stayed like that for a long minute, breathing hard, sweat cooling on our skin.

Eventually he let my legs slide down until my feet touched the floor, but he didn’t pull out yet.

He rested his forehead against mine, both of us still trembling.

“Next time,” he said, his voice hoarse, “no condom. I want to feel you raw. I want to watch my cum drip out of you after.”

I clenched around him at the thought, already wanting it.

He kissed me slowly, tasting both of us on his tongue.

“ Charles?” A voice called beside and blood drained on my face.

That voice!

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My eyes snapped toward the doorway so fast my neck hurt.

Daniel stood there, frozen, keys still dangling from his hand, staring at us like he had just walked into a nightmare he never expected.

His gaze went from my flushed face to Charles who was still buried inside me, my thighs wrapped around his hips, cum already starting to leak down my legs.

The condom was full and heavy, but Charles had not pulled out yet, and I could still feel every throb of his cock pulsing against my walls.

“Aria… what the fuck?” Daniel’s voice came out low, almost a growl, and it sent a fresh wave of heat straight to my pussy even though panic was clawing at my chest.

Charles just shrugged, completely unbothered, and slid out of me slow enough that I felt every inch drag against my raw walls.

The sudden emptiness made me whimper louder than I meant to, my pussy clenching around nothing, still desperate for more.

“Daniel, relax,” Charles said, voice lazy as he tucked himself back into his boxers.

“She’s not actually your sister, man. We’re all adults here.”

Daniel’s jaw clenched so hard I heard it.

His eyes were locked on me now, my tits still out, my nipples hard, on the way my skirt was bunched around my waist and my thighs were shiny with cum and my own juices.

His throat bobbed as he swallowed, and I swear I saw something dark flash behind his eyes, something that was not just anger.

I stepped behind Charles anyway, my legs still shaking, trying to hide even though it was way too late.

My heart was hammering, but underneath the embarrassment something else was burning hotter

I was still so fucking turned on. Charles had not even finished ruining me and now Daniel was standing there looking at me like he wanted to either kill me or…maybe I'm thinking too much.

I'm sorry… but I was just horny” I said to him, not looking at him. “And it's not even like I'm a kid” I murmured the last statement looking at him now.

Daniel dragged a hand through his hair, his eyes flicking away from my body like it hurt to look. “Just… get dressed. Both of you.”

I grabbed my crop top off the floor, pulled it on without bothering to fix my skirt.

My pussy was still throbbing, swollen and dripping, and every step made me gasp quietly because my clit was so sensitive it hurt.

Charles just leaned back on the couch like he owned the world, smirking.

Daniel turned and walked out without another word.

I followed him, barefoot, the skirt barely covering my ass, cum still sliding down my inner thigh.

The cool night air hit my skin when we stepped outside and made me shiver.

He opened the passenger door of his car for me without looking at me.

I climbed in, my thighs sticking to the leather seat because I was still so wet. He got behind the wheel, slammed the door, and started the engine.

The silence was thick enough to choke on.

We drove for maybe ten minutes, neither of us saying anything.

My pussy would not stop pulsing, every bump in the road made me shift in the seat and sent a jolt straight to my clit.

I kept replaying Daniel’s face when he saw us, the way his eyes had dragged over my body, the way his hands had clenched like he was holding himself back from something.

I bit my lip and finally muttered, “I’m sorry.”

Why are you sorry? You are old enough to do what you want.” He replied firmly as if he was expecting me to talk.

His voice was tight, controlled, but I could hear the strain in it. Something inside me twisted.I wanted to break that control wide open.

The car rolled to a sudden stop on the side of the dark road, tires crunching on gravel, my body jolted to the front and my eyes widened from the sudden stop.

He gripped the steering wheel so hard his knuckles went white, staring straight ahead.

“I know you’re the masked girl,” he said suddenly, voice rough. “I’ve known for over a year.”

My breath caught in my throat, my head snapped toward him so fast my hair whipped across my face.

“What?”

“I’ve watched every single video,” he said, still not looking at me. “I found one of the private ones where the mask slipped just enough to see your mouth, that little scar on your lip you got when we were kids. Then the birthmark right above your pussy in another clip. I knew it was you. I’ve been jerking off to you for months, hating myself for it, trying to be the good brother, and then I walk in and see Charles balls deep inside you and I almost lost my fucking mind.”

His words slammed into me like a fist, my pussy clenched hard, fresh wetness soaking straight through my skirt onto the seat.

Daniel? The sweet, quiet Daniel who always acted like the perfect brother, had been stroking his cock to me getting fucked by strangers while I moaned on screen?

I stared at him, with my mouth open in disbelief, my heart racing, I'm not his real sister, but I never expected this from him.. my mom got married to her dad from what I heard when I was 8 years.

He finally turned to look at me, and his eyes were dark, pupils blown wide.

“Forget I said anything,” he muttered, facing forward again.

But I was already moving before my brain, my fingers found the seatbelt release and the click sounded too loud in the silent car.

I twisted my body, threw one leg over the center console, and dropped straight into his lap before he could even process what was happening.

My bare thighs hit his jeans, my soaked pussy pressing down on the hard bulge straining against his zipper.

His hands shot to my waist like a reflex, his fingers digging into my hips hard enough that I felt the bite through the thin fabric of my skirt.

“Aria, what the hell—”

I cut him off by grinding down slowly, dragging my slick folds over the ridge of his cock through his jeans.

He was massive, way thicker than I had ever imagined, and the heat of him burned through the denim straight into my clit.

My breath hitched and I did it again, rolling my hips so the seam of his zipper rubbed right against my swollen nub.

“So you want to fuck me too?” I whispered, my lips brushing his as I spoke.

“All those nights you sat in your room watching me get railed by strangers, stroking your cock and pretending it was you splitting me open?”

His hips jerked up hard, grinding his bulge deeper between my legs, and a low, broken groan tore out of his throat.

“This is wrong, we can’t—”