Filthy Surrender:The Forbidden Files

Family Taboo: The Stepbrother's Game (2)

Chapter Two –

Novalie’s POV

I wore no bra and panties underneath the thin cream blouse that did nothing to hide the outline of my n*****s and the short black skirt that barely reached mid-thigh.

I wasn't sure if I had done it deliberately or if Randy had already rewired my brain.

“Honey”, my mother turned to Randy's father—her new husband—my stepfather. “I thought I heard some noise last night”.

My head jolted up to stare at my mother who was sitting across from me at the breakfast table. My heart was hammering so hard in my chest I was scared they would hear from where they were sitting.

“I'm sure you were just extremely exhausted, darling”. He said, giving my mother a quick peck on the cheek which drew a giggle from her. “The wedding was loud, maybe you were recollecting all that happened”.

I focused my attention back on the plate in front of me, forcing myself to chew a bite of the scrambled eggs that began tasting like nothing.

I was going to play any of Randy's games anymore. Our parents couldn't find out.

“Morning, family”. Randy suddenly said behind and even though I forced myself not to look, I ended up turning.

His hair was still damp from the shower and he was wearing a fitted gray t-shirt and jeans that hung low on his hips.

He dropped into the chair beside me, shifting it too close. Then he reached for the coffee pot and poured for himself into a cup.

“Sleep well, you two?”. My mother asked, beaming. “I heard some noise last night. The estate settles, I guess”.

My heart picked up again and I turned to find Randy already staring at me with a knowing look in his eyes, urging me to remember the previous night.

Randy took a slow sip of coffee, holding my gaze over the rim. “Didn't hear a thing. I slept like a baby”.

But I just stared at my plate, heart hammering. I picked a scrambled egg with my fork and lifted it to my mouth when I felt his heavy hand land warmly on my bare thigh.

My breath caught and I quickly shot him a warning glare, but he only smiled.

It was that infuriating, knowing smile.

God, I hated him.

His hand slid higher until it crawled up my inner thigh. I clamped my legs shut, but he forced them apart. My breathing got hard as his fingertips found my wetness, sliding through my folds like he owned me.

It was his little game.

“Novalie, dear, are you feeling alright?”

My mother asked, tilting her head. “You look flushed”.

No I wasn't okay.

“Mom's right”. Randy said, teasing my slit. “Are you feeling alright? Sis?”.

I wanted to shoot him a glance but I couldn't. I had to hold on to the last thread of composure I had.

“I'm fine”. My voice came out strained. “The eggs are just—really good”.

Randy's middle finger pushed inside me slowly and my mouth fell open but I instantly bit the inside of my cheek, while gripping my fork so hard my knuckles turned white.

He pumped once, twice, his thumb circling my c**t with maddening precision.

“More coffee, Mom?”. Randy asked in a perfectly casual voice but he didn't stop as his fingers were working me under the table while his thumb pressed harder and faster.

“No, thank you, sweetheart”. My mother said and then turned back to her husband, and launched into a story about their honeymoon plans.

My thighs trembled and a moan built in my throat, but I coughed to cover it. Randy's fingers curled inside me, hitting every sensitive wall.

I was about to come and I would do it right there, at the breakfast table, while my mother discussed travel itineraries.

I unconsciously bucked my hips taking more from his fingers.

“f**k!”. I yelled when the orgasm ripped through me, milking Randy's fingers.

“Are you alright?”. Randy's father asked.

“Novalie…?”. My mom looked curiously.

Randy withdrew his fingers and sucked them one after the other.

“Excuse me”, I gasped, pushing my chair back. “Thank you for breakfast”.

Then I fled to my room.

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Later that afternoon, I was bent over the back of the couch, the thin fabric of my skirt riding up her thighs while I read a book.

Our parents had left for somewhere I didn't know and it was just Randy and I. Maybe my posture was an open invitation.

“What are you reading sis?”. He asked even though I had heard his footsteps and perceived his cologne before he spoke.

“None of your business”.

He was silent for a while and I thought he must've gone when I felt his hand slide up my spine, over my shoulder blades and then he gripped the back of my neck.

He flipped my skirt up in one smooth motion and I gasped as the cool air hit my exposed ass. The book dropped on the couch.

“Braless”. He laughed, a low, dirty sound. “Pantyless too. You came to breakfast dressed like a w***e for your Stepbrother”.

“Randy—”. I muttered, gripping the couch tight. It was meant to be a warning but it came out as a plea.

He then tugged the hem of my blouse, revealing my bare breasts. “Filthy little stepslut”.

“Uhhh…”. I should have been offended but instead, I felt a hot rush of arousal flood between my legs.

He pushed me forward, bending me over the back of the couch until my cheek pressed against the cushions. Then he grabbed my wrists and wrapped something I didn't know around my wrists then cinched it tight.

“What are you—?”.

“Shut up”. He said, gripping my thighs tightly. “You're going to learn the rules”.

Then he dropped to his knees behind me and his hands spread my ass cheeks, then his mouth was on me.

“Ahhh….” . I moaned as his tongue lashed through my folds, dipped inside me, and circled my c**t. “Ohhhh f**k!”. I cried out and curled my fingers into fists.

“f*****g stepslut”. He rasped, sucking my c**t.

“Please—”. I pleased, closing my eyes, and rocking my hips.

“Please what?”. He pulled back and asked, I looked back to see his chin glistening. “Use your words”.

“Please, don't stop”. I said breathlessly causing him to laugh and dive back in. “Ohhhh mmmm”.

I looked forward, eyes closed as he sucked my c**t between his lips, and flicked it with his tongue until I was sobbing, and my hips bucked against his face.

“Mmm…ohhh yeahhh, yes—f**k, Randy—f**k”.

He brought me to the edge, then backed off, over and over, until tears streamed down my cheeks.

“Randy—please, I need—”.

“Need what?”.

“I need to come”. I sniffed.

“Then come”. He said, face still buried in my cunt while his tongue continued f*****g me deep.

I screamed into the cushions, my orgasm ripping through me, as my body convulsed against the restraints.

He didn't give me time to recover. He stood, unzipped his jeans, and his c**k slapped against my wet, swollen flesh as he lined himself up.

“Oh god, Randy I—”. He drove into me in one thrust. “f**k—yes—”. I died, still clenching from my orgasm.

The sensation was almost too much for me to handle.

To think I had promised not to play this game with him again.

He f****d me like he owned me.

His thrusts were hard and deep and each one slammed me against the couch, the cloth around my wrists biting into them. He leaned over me with his chest against my back and lips at my ear.

“You're going to come to my room every night”, he growled, his hips pounding into me, as his hands moved up to fondle my breasts. “Every. Single. Night. Say it”.

“I'll come—f**k”. I choked. “I’ll come to your room—”.

“Say my name”.

“Randy—”.

“And what are you?”.

“I'm your stepslut”. The broken words tumbled out desperately. “I'm your dirty little stepslut”.

“That's right”. His hand wrapped around my throat, pulling me back against him. “And I'm going to fill you up so full of my c*m that you'll leak for days. Say yes”.

“Yes. Yes”.

Then he drove into me harder and faster with ragged breathing.

Slap. Slap. slap. slap.

I felt him swell inside me, and before I knew it, he was coming, and pumping into me with a guttural groan.

“Randy!!!”. I screamed his name, also coming again as my cunt milked him.

We were both still breathing hard, still recovering from the orgasm when a sound cut through the haze.

A car engine and then tires on gravel then a car door.

“s**t”. Randy pulled out, tucking himself away. He united my hands and I collapsed onto the couch, my body stil

l trembling while his c*m dripped down my thighs.

Footsteps sounded on the front porch and keys jingled.

“Get dressed”, he hissed, grabbing my blouse and tossing it at me. “Quick”.

I yanked my cloth on with shaking hands then the front door swung open.