Filthy Surrender:The Forbidden Files

Family Taboo: The Stepbrother's Game (3)

Chapter Three –

Novalie's POV

“We forgot our phones”. My mother walked in, smiling. “Did you two have a nice morning?”.

I just smiled back, trying to act as normal as I could. Randy on the other hand, leaned against the doorway, arms crossed with his usual smirk firmly in place. “The best”.

I just stared at the book in my hands even as the words blurred. My thighs were sticky and my cunt ached.

My mother walked up the stairs and immediately the door to her room shut, his hand clamped around my wrist, pulling me upstairs.

“What the heck, Randy? Where —”. I whisper-yelled.

“I'm not done with you yet”. He cut me off as we continued up the stairs, my legs still shaky from the living room.

Immediately we made it to my room, he shoved me through the door and locked it behind us. I stumbled onto the bed, and my skirt bunched around my waist, while his c*m was still slick on my thighs.

He was on me before I could even breathe. His mouth crashed against mine in a hungry and possessive way. His tongue forced its way in and I moaned into him, tasting myself on his lips.

His hands tore at my blouse, dragging the fabric down to spill my breasts out. Then he planted kisses along my jaw and down my neck.

“You're mine”, he growled against my throat. “Say it”.

“I'm yours”. I said breathlessly.

He pushed me back onto the mattress, spreading my legs wide as his mouth descended on my cunt, his tongue lapping at the mess he had made.

He was cleaning and teasing me all at once and my hips bucked, my fingers tangling in his hair.

“f**k—Randy—”.

He looked up with a glistening chin. “Beg me to f**k you again”.

“Please. Please f**k me”.

“Not good enough”.

I whimpered, my body aching and empty. “Please, Randy, I need your c**k inside me. I need you to fill me up again. Please”.

He rose over me, pulled his shirt over his head and his jean zipper was already undone, and his c**k slick with my wetness. He pressed the tip against my entrance.

He did not push it in, he just teased me. “Tell me you've never been f****d like this”.

“I've never—never been f****d like this”.

“Tell me you're my w***e”.

“I'm your w***e. Your filthy little stepslut”.

With that, he drove into me in one savage thrust, burying himself to the hilt.

“Ahhh…”. I screamed, back arching off the bed as he started f*****g me hard, his hips slamming against mine and causing the bedframe to knock against the wall.

My mother was in a few rooms down the hall. This was risky.

“I've been obsessed with you since the first moment I saw you”, he hissed, his face inches from mine. “At the wedding. When you walked down that aisle in that green dress. I wanted to bend you over the altar and f**k you in front of everyone”.

My eyes widened and a fresh wave of arousal flooded through me. “You're sick”.

“I'm yours”. He said, driving deeper. “And you're never going to want anyone else. Say it”.

“I don't—I don't want anyone else”.

He wrapped his hand around my throat, squeezing just enough to make me dizzy. His hips never stopped moving. It kept pounding into me with a rhythm that made me see stars.

I felt another orgasm building. “I'm close, Randy…”.

“Come for me”, he commanded. “Come on my c**k like the desperate little slut you are”.

“Fuuuuckk!!!”. I shattered, my cry muffled against his shoulder while my cunt clenched around him.

“Ugh!!!”. He followed moments later, his body shuddering and his c*m flooding me again.

He kept thrusting slowly, once, twice—

Knock, knock.

“Novalie?”. My mother's voice rang outside the door and my blood ran cold. Randy's eyes locked onto mine but he had a wicked grin spreading across his face.

“Novalie?”. My mother called again. “Sweetheart, are you in there?”.

Randy pulled out slowly, but he didn't move away.

“Coming, Mom!”. I scrambled off the bed, yanking my skirt down, and dragging my blouse up to cover my breasts.

I cracked the door open, just enough to show only my face. My mother stood there with my stepfather behind her. They both looked concerned.

“How are you feeling?”. Randy's father asked.

“You seemed tired at breakfast”. My mom added. “And have you seen Randy? We need to discuss dinner plans”.

Randy came up behind me, he was now fully naked, jean tossed aside, and he was hard again.

“I'm fine, dad. Thank you”. I gave my stepfather a smile before turning to my mom. “And no, I haven't —ah—”. I gasped as Randy's hands gripped my hips from behind, his c**k pressing against my wet folds.

He pushed inside me in one smooth motion, filling me completely. “I haven't seen him. He must've gone somewhere”.

My mother tilted her head. “Are you sure you're okay? You look flushed”.

“Just—feverish. I think I need to rest”. Randy thrust slowly and I fought the urge to moan. “I'll be fine, Mom. Really”.

“If you say so. We'll be out by the pool if you need us. Get some sleep”.

The door clicked shut and I sagged against it, Randy still buried inside me. He pulled out, spun me around, and pressed me again the wood.

“That was hot”, he breathed. “Now for the main event”.

He dragged me to the floor-to-ceiling window that overlooked the backyard. The pool glimmered in the afternoon sun and our parents were already settling into lounge chairs, sunglasses on, and drinks in hand.

“No, Randy. They'll see—the neighbours will see”.

“That's the point”. He said, bending me forward, while I pressed my palms against the cool glass. My reflection stared back at me.

My hair was dishevelled, my cheeks were flushed, and my n*****s hard.

“Look at them. They have no idea their precious daughter is about to get f****d against the window by their son”.

He spread my legs, lined himself up, and drove into me.

“Mmm…”. I bit my lip to keep from crying out.

Our parents were right there, twenty feet below, and they were laughing about something.

“You're going to come for me”, he whispered, his hips rocking against me. “And you're going to be right there. And you're going to have to keep your mouth shut”.

His hand snaked around my throat, pulling me back against his chest. He f****d me slow and deep, causing each thrust to press my breasts against the glass.

I could see my mother look up, scanning the house, and my heart stopped. But my mother just adjusted her sunglasses and went back to her book.

“I can't—”. I started. “I'm going to—”.

“Come. Now”.

Then I came silently, my body convulsing and my screams swallowed by his hand. He followed soon after, emptying himself inside me again as his c*m dribbled down my thighs.

We stayed pressed against the glass, panting, and the risk of

discovery still hanging in the air.

I knew with absolute certainty, that we had crossed a line that could never be uncrossed.

And neither of us wanted to go back.

We were both partners in this game.