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!

MY "BROTHER" KNEW I'M A PORNSTAR (VI)

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—”