Wet Intentions (A collection Of Erotic Tales)

I woke up gasping, my body was slick with sweat and something was dripping between my thighs. The dream had been so vivid, so filthy, that my p***y was still pulsing like it had been split open and f****d raw just seconds ago. In the dream I was on my knees in some dark room, a thick c**k slamming into my throat while another one stretched my cunt from behind. I could taste the salt of precum, feel the heavy balls slapping my chin, hear the wet squelch of my own juices every time that second d**k drove balls-deep. My n*****s had been pinched and twisted until they throbbed, my ass cheeks spread wide so the man behind me could watch my tight little hole wink every time he pulled out. I came in the dream so hard my legs shook, squirting all over the floor while both c***s unloaded down my throat and deep inside my womb. Now I was awake in my own bed, heart hammering, sheets twisted around my ankles. My tank top was soaked, clinging to my breasts, and my tiny sleep shorts were drenched. I could feel the slickness coating my inner thighs, the way my c**t was still swollen and begging for friction. I pressed my palm between my legs just for a second, grinding against it, but it wasn’t enough. The house was quiet except for the low hum of the air conditioner. Mom and my new stepdad were gone for the weekend for an anniversary trip they’d planned right after their wedding three months ago. It was just me and Ryan in this big stupid house that still didn’t feel like home. Ryan. My stepbrother. The guy who barely spoke to me except to grunt when we passed in the hallway. Tall, broad-shouldered, always wearing those gray sweatpants that did nothing to hide the heavy outline of his c**k when he lounged around. I hated how my eyes always drifted there. Hated how my p***y clenched every single time I caught him coming out of the shower with water still dripping down his abs. We weren’t blood related, but the way my body reacted to him felt way too wrong. And tonight, after that dream, it felt even worse. I needed cold water to shock my system back to normal before I did something stupid like finger myself right here thinking about the wrong person. I swung my legs out of bed, the cool hardwood floor kissing my bare feet. My shorts rode up between my ass cheeks as I stood, the soaked fabric dragging across my c**t and making me bite my lip to keep from moaning. I didn’t bother with a robe. The house was dark, and Ryan was probably passed out in the basement like always. He practically lived down there since we all moved in together, turning the finished rec room into his cave with his massive TV and gaming setup. I crept down the stairs, one hand on the railing, the other still absently pressing against my lower belly like I could somehow calm the ache. Every step made my thighs slide together, smearing my wetness. By the time I reached the kitchen I was breathing harder than I should have been. I grabbed a glass from the cabinet, filled it from the fridge dispenser, and drank it down in long gulps. The cold liquid helped a little, but it did nothing for the heat still burning from my core. I set the glass in the sink and turned to head back upstairs when I heard it. A low, female moan coming from the basement stairs. I froze. The basement door was cracked open just an inch, the way Ryan always left it when he was down there late. Another moan floated up turning into a desperate whimper. Then a man’s voice followed “That’s it, take it all, you dirty little slut.” My stomach flipped when I realized that Ryan was watching porn. Of course he was. We were alone in the house, middle of the night, what else would he be doing? But hearing it like this, made my already soaked p***y clench so hard I had to squeeze my thighs together. I should have gone back to bed. I should have pretended I heard nothing. Instead I found myself drifting toward the basement door, feet silent on the carpeted steps. The moans grew louder with every stair I descended. The basement lights were off except for the massive TV screen glowing blue-white in the dark. Ryan was sprawled on the big sectional couch, legs spread wide, one hand lazily stroking the biggest c**k I had ever seen in my life. The porn was playing loud enough that he hadn’t heard me. On the screen a petite girl with dark hair just like mine was being railed from both ends, spit-roasted between two huge guys while she drooled and gagged and squirted all over the floor. The exact same scene from my dream. Ryan’s c**k was thick and veiny, the head glistening with precum every time his fist slid up and over it. He twisted his wrist on the upstroke, thumb smearing the slickness over the crown. His balls hung heavy and full between his thighs, and every time the girl on screen screamed around the c**k in her throat, Ryan’s abs flexed and his d**k twitched in his grip. I couldn’t move and n*****s were so hard they hurt, poking against the thin tank top like they were trying to rip through. My c**t was throbbing in time with the moans coming from the TV. Juice was literally running down the inside of my left thigh now. I pressed my back against the wall just inside the doorway, hidden in the shadows, and watched my stepbrother jerk off like it was the hottest thing I’d ever seen. On screen the girl was flipped onto her back, legs shoved up to her ears while one guy pounded her cunt so hard her t**s bounced wildly. The other fed his c**k back into her mouth. “f**k her harder,” the guy on screen growled. Ryan’s hand sped up and his breathing was ragged now, chest rising and falling. I could see the muscles in his forearm flexing, the way his biceps bulged. He muttered something under his breath I couldn’t catch, but it sounded filthy. My own hand slipped under the waistband of my shorts before I could stop myself. The moment my fingers touched my swollen c**t I had to bite the inside of my cheek to stay quiet. I was dripping, two fingers slid through my folds and coated instantly. I rubbed circles, matching the rhythm of Ryan’s strokes, eyes locked on the way his cockhead flared every time he squeezed it. The girl on screen started to c*m, screaming around the d**k in her mouth, p***y gushing in clear arcs. Ryan groaned deep in his throat, the sound vibrating through the basement and straight into my bones. His fist flew faster. His hips lifted off the couch, thrusting up into his hand like he was f*****g someone real. Precum poured out of him now, slicking every inch until his c**k shone. I slid two fingers inside myself, curling them against that spongy spot that always made me see stars. My knees trembled and I had to brace one hand on the wall. My shorts were shoved down just enough for me to work my p***y openly, the wet sounds of my fingers barely audible under the porn but loud in my own ears. I was going to c*m. Right here. Watching my stepbrother stroke his massive d**k while he watched a girl get destroyed exactly the way I’d dreamed about. Ryan’s free hand reached down and cupped his balls, rolling them, tugging gently. His head fell back against the couch with his jaw clenched. “f**k… yeah… just like that,” he rasped. On screen the guys were pulling out, painting the girl’s face and t**s with thick ropes of c*m while she begged for more. Ryan’s strokes turned short and brutal, focused right on the head. I rubbed my c**t harder, fingers plunging deep, thumb flicking the swollen nub. My orgasm was right there, coiling tight in my belly, ready to snap. My breath came in short silent gasps. I was so close I could taste it. Then Ryan’s eyes flicked toward the basement stairs. Not at the screen. Not at his own c**k. Straight toward the shadows where I stood with my hand buried in my dripping cunt. Our eyes locked. For one endless second neither of us moved. The porn kept playing, moans and wet slapping sounds filling the room, but everything else went dead silent. My fingers were still inside me, p***y clenching around them in panic and pure filthy need. Ryan’s fist was still wrapped around his throbbing c**k, veins standing out, head purple and leaking. His lips parted and a smile spread across his face. “Well, well,” he said, “looks like little sis couldn’t sleep either.” My heart slammed against my ribs. I should have run. Should have yanked my hand out of my shorts and bolted upstairs. Instead I stood there frozen, fingers still buried knuckle-deep in my soaked p***y, watching my stepbrother slowly stroke his c**k one more time while he stared straight into my eyes like he’d been waiting for me to show up all along. The porn kept moaning in the background. Ryan never looked away from me. And I didn’t pull my fingers out.