Filthy Surrender:The Forbidden Files

File 5: Family Taboo: The Stepbrother's Game (1)

Chapter One –

Novalie’s POV

I frowned as I watched my mother giggle at something her new husband whispered.

I just sat rigid in my emerald dress made of silk that clung to my curves. My hands were folded in my lap and they fidgeted occasionally.

I reached for my champagne, needing something to do with them when I heard the chair beside me scrape back.

I didn't need to turn to know who that was.

My new step brother.

Randy Pierce.

He was tall, broad-shouldered, with dark hair that fell just over his brows and a jaw that was so sharp.

He just slid into the chair, wearing a charcoal jacket with no tie and the top button of his shirt was undone.

“Relax sis”, he said low enough that only I could hear. When I turned to glare at him, he had this stupid smirk on his lips. “You're sitting like you're about to be executed”.

God, I hated him right from when we met before the wedding.

He was what people called, the ultimate player.

I faced forward and took a sip of my champagne when I felt a nudge at my side.

I shot him a glare. “I'm fine”.

“You're not”. He leaned closer, and I caught the faint scent of whiskey and woodsy cologne. “You keep tugging at your dress. And your knees keep bouncing under the table”.

I stopped bouncing my knees instantly and pressed my thighs together. “Maybe I'm just not comfortable with strangers”.

“I'm not a stranger anymore”. His eyes dropped to my lips, then back up to stare into my eyes. “I'm family”.

I do understand we were “family” like he said but the way his eyes had dropped to my lips…the way he said the “family” didn't sound like something familial at all.

My pulse tripped and I took a long sip of champagne, the bubbles burning my throat as I tried so hard not to think about the subtle ache in between my legs.

Randy chuckled low and turned back to his plate.

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I closed my eyes to sleep that night but all I could see was the stupid smirk Randy had on his lips.

I recalled how I could feel his gaze on me and how his eyes had slid over my bare shoulders, and traced the neckline of my dress.

My p***y throbbed and I knew I couldn't stay still anymore.

“I need water”. I muttered, climbing down the bed and leaving the room to pad down the stairs to the kitchen.

But even as I entered the vast kitchen that was all marble and stainless steel with dim lit under cabinet strips, my mind wandered back to Randy.

Why was I thinking about him this much?

Maybe it was because I hated him.

Yes, that had to be the reason.

Because he was infuriating.

“Okay, Novalie. Just water”. I closed my eyes and breathed, pushing his thoughts to the side as I opened the fridge, the cold air washing over me instantly.

I reached for a bottle.

“Thirsty?”.

I jumped and the bottle slipped from my hands but Randy was fast enough to catch it one-handedly and set it on the counter.

Fuck him.

“Are you crazy? Why would you scare me like that?”.

He stepped closer, and oh, f**k me, my eyes fell to his chest. The shirt he was putting on clung to his chest, and the sleeves were rolled to his elbows, revealing forearms corded with muscle.

“You followed me”, he said in a voice laced with accusation.

What?

I almost scoffed.

Followed him?

“I didn't—I wanted water”.

“You wanted me”. He said it like a fact, not a question.

I opened my mouth to curse him out, to call him insane but the moment his hand came up, fingers brushing a strand of hair from my face, I flinched.

But I didn't pull away. “Don't”, I whispered instead.

“Don't what?”. His thumb traced my jaw in a feather-light touch. “Don't touch you? Don't want you? Because I've been watching you since you walked through that door in the green dress, looking like you'd rather be anywhere else”.

Oh, god.

My breath hitched. “We're —we’re step siblings now. It's wrong”.

“Wrong feels pretty f*****g right to me”. He whispered, stepping into me and crowding me against the refrigerator.

The cold metal pressed into my back through the thin fabric of my night dress and my head spun, my palms flat against the metal to steady myself.

No no no

I hated him.

Or at least, I was supposed to hate him. Not let him do whatever this was he was doing.

His body was solid and it radiated heat. His hand slid down and it rested on my hip, then it slid lower until it was at my thigh, trailing lazy lines on it.

“Randy—”. I breathed.

“I like the way you say my name”. He leaned in to whisper in my ears, causing his lips to brush it. “Say it again”.

I should have pushed him away and walked out but my body betrayed me as it arched into his touch, hands settling on his chest while my thighs parted just slightly.

He seemed to notice this because his hand slid higher and his fingers grazed the hem of my dress.

“No panties?”. His voice was rough, almost surprised. “Bold move when you have a step brother like me”.

“I—”. I swallowed. “I took them off. They were riding up”.

“f**k, Novalie”. He groaned, dropping his forehead to mine. “You have no idea what you do to me”.

I opened my mouth to speak, eyes still locked on his while my chest rose and fell rapidly but he captured my lips.

The kiss wasn't gentle neither was it tentative. It was hungry and demanding. I gasped and his tongue slid into my mouth like he'd been starving for it.

“Mmm…”. I moaned and grabbed his shirt, pulling him closer.

His hand shoved up my dress, found my bare cunt, and his fingers slid through slick heat.

“Ahhh…”.

“Wet already”, he murmured against my lips. “You've been thinking about this too”.

“I hate you”. I breathed, hips rocking against his fingers.

“No, you don't”. He growled and lifted me up, turning to set me on the cold marble counter.

The stone bit into my bare ass, but I didn't care. While holding eye contact, he went down and buried his face between my legs and I yelped instantly and covered a hand over my mouth.

“Quiet, sis. Except you want mum and dad to have a show on what I'm doing to you”.

Shit!

This was wrong.

I should stop him right now.

I tried pushing his head away and closing my thighs but he was strong. He licked my slit in a long stroke from the base to the top and I bucked.

“No, Randy—”. I choked, voice breaking. “Please, stop—ahhh…oh f**k!”. My protests kept turning into moans and him? He kept working my cunt.

He lapped at it, sucking and swirling his tongue while f*****g me with it.

“Ohhhh….”. I threw my head back, steadying myself on one hand and dropping the top of my night dress down so I could squeeze my breasts with the other. “Tsssss…”. I kept pinching the n****e.

Soon, I felt him circling my c**t and I bucked my hips, rolling them to get more. “Randy…”. I was close.

“Would've loved to let you c*m sis, but I'd rather my c**k does that”. He murmured still sucking my c**t, sending jolts through me.

“Ohhhh ahhhh….yeah, yes. Tsss, f**k!”. I increased the pace at which I was rolling my hips and squeezed my breasts even more when he pushed away.

My eyes opened and a small sound escaped my lips at the loss.

“Don't worry, I got you”. He beamed and leaned down to take my n****e in his mouth. I arched into his mouth while he continued rubbing my c**t.

“Please—”. I moaned, threading my fingers through his hair as he squeezed, sucked, and licked my n****e. “Please —Randy, ohhhhh f**k! Just…just f**k me, please”.

His mouth left my n****e with a wet pop then he yanked at his belt, his zipper, and his c**k sprang free.

It was hard, thick, and the top was weeping with pre-c*m.

I swallowed, cunt throbbing just by the mere sight of it.

He didn't ask and no words were said as he pushed my knees apart, and lined himself up. Then he drove into me in one brutal stroke.

“f**k!”. I gasped, my back arching as my nails dug into his shoulders.

He was so deep that he stretched and filled me completely. He didn't give me time to adjust before he started f*****g me fast and rough that each thrust pressed my bare ass into the cold marble.

“Ohhhhh….ahhhhhh, f**k. Randy, you're too deep, I can't —”.

“Look at you”, he interrupted with a growl while his hand wrapped around my throat. “Taking your new brother's c**k in the kitchen while Mom and Dad sleep upstairs. You're a filthy little slut, aren't you?”.

“Yes”, I gasped. “Yes—f**k—yes—”. I cried.

“Louder”. He thrust harder, his balls slapping against me in filthy wet sounds. “I want to hear you”.

I bit my lip to contain the moan because I couldn't afford my mother and new stepfather to catch Randy and I f*****g in the kitchen.

I tried so hard but a high and broken moan escaped when his thumb found my c**t and he rubbed fast circles on it.

“Uhhhhh…..yeahhhh… Yes. Oh god, f**k yes. Just like that, ohhhh f**k!”. I kept on crying as the pressure built unbearably inside me.

I was close. So close.

“Come for me”, he commanded. “Now”.

“Randy….fuuuckk!!”. I screamed against his shoulder as orgasm crashed through me, my cunt clenching around him violently.

“f**k Novalie, you taste so good, sis”. He groaned, still thrusting through my orgasm. He leaned down and took my n****e in his mouth again when he stilled, spilling deep inside me while still sucking my n****e.

He thrust once, twice, three times before he p

ulled out with a smirk on his lips. He tucked himself away and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.

“This was nice”. He said while I sat trembling with slick thighs and a hammering heart.

“Let's play this game again, stepsister”.

And with a salute, he walked out, leaving me there.