Stepbrother Claims It All (Leo's Harem)

Chapter Ten

Avery's POV

"What are you doing here!"

My heart stopped the moment Beatrice said those words. She saw him. She saw Leo. s**t! s**t!

What do we do?

She was going to tell my mum, and then Mum would kick Leo out of the house. I would never get to see him again!

"B-Beatrice, is... is not what you think?" I whispered, my fingers clutching tightly to the bedsheet. "I... I can explain."

Beatrice did not advance. She just stood there, staring.

"Would you please say something?"

Her silence was killing me, then... I watched as her expression shifted from confusion to a slow, dawning horror. Her gaze snapped to me.

"Avery. Why were you shouting?"

Wait? What? What happened to her seeing Leo in the room?

"Uh... I, I had a nightmare," I stuttered, my entire being going into confusion mode.

Her lips formed into an 'oh' then she took a step into the room. And it happened!

Her face contorted. Her hand flew to her mouth, just in time for a loud belch to erupt from her, followed by a wave of sour, acidic smell that cut through the scent of my room.

"Oh my God! Ewww, Beatrice!"

Wait! She was drunk! Beatrice was drunk!

She swayed, clutching the doorframe. "You... you little b***h," she slurred, her words thick and clumsy. "You're trying to... to steal from me. I know it. You took my... my gold necklace."

I stared, bewildered. A laugh bubbled up in my throat but I held it down. "Why? Why would I steal your gold necklace?"

Leo lifted his head up from the blanket, staring at me confused. And I whispered, with a big smile. "She's drunk."

And as if to prove my point, Beatrice shrieked. "Liar!" She pointed a wavering finger at me, then at Leo. "And you! You're in on it! You're both... conspiring... against me!"

Oh my God! This was gold! And the best part was, my sister always forgot whatever she did when she was drunk. Yup, she was like that.

Her legs buckled, and she fell, not so gracefully. She crumpled like a heap of silk and limbs, landing on the plush rug with a loud thud. She mumbled once more, a curse against me, then... she went quiet.

"Did she fall?" Leo whispered, eyes wide.

Before I could reply, Beatrice's loud snoring filled the air. "Looks like she's sleeping too."

A wide grin spread across Leo's lips. He did not speak, just moved. He shifted his weight, his hands sliding from my thighs while he leaned over me, bracing himself on his arms.

His body hovered inches above mine. I could feel the heat radiating from his skin, see the pulse hammering in his throat. His c**k, hard and thick, brushed against my inner thigh. The contact was electric.

He lowered his mouth to my ear. "Not a sound," he breathed, the whisper a rough command that vibrated through my whole body.

Then he kissed me.

It was not like before. It was deep, hungry, and possessive. It felt like us almost getting caught had charged him in some sort of way, and I was all in for it. f**k!

His tongue plunged into my mouth, claiming it, tasting the faint salt of my own excitement. I kissed him back desperately, my hands flying up to clutch at his shoulders, feeling the hard muscle under his shirt.

The fear I had from Beatrice's interruption morphed, twisting into a wild, reckless arousal. Disbelief shot inside of me. My sister was right there, snoring on the floor, and Leo was kissing me as if we were alone in here.

He broke the kiss, trailing his mouth down my jaw, my throat. He nipped at the sensitive skin where my neck met my shoulder, and I bit my lip to stifle a moan.

His hands were everywhere too, cupping my breast roughly, his thumb rubbing rough circles over my n****e until it ached. Then he slid down my stomach, his fingers dipping into the damp curls between my legs.

He found my core again, but this time it was his thumb, pressing against the swollen, sensitive nub of my c**t. He rubbed fast circles that made my hips jerk off the bed. Ohhhhhh, it felt so freaking good!

And the more he rubbed, the faster he went, the more my head plunged higher into a world of ecstasy, bringing my moans to a higher note. "Yes-! Mas–"

Leo's large palm covered my mouth, cutting off my loud moan.

"Be a good girl, and stay quiet." His gaze pierced into mine. "Can you do that?"

I nodded slowly. "Good." He mumbled before taking his hand off my mouth.

He continued touching me, his thumb working magic while two fingers of his other hand slid back inside me. I was so wet, so open for him. He curled his fingers in, and my vision blurred. I arched into his hand, making sure to stay quiet.

He f****d me with his fingers with a steady rhythm, while his thumb kept up its torturous circles. My breaths came in sharp, ragged bursts against his palm. My legs trembled.

I wished I could moan loud into the night, for everyone to know how good I felt right now. But I had to stay quiet for master. I wanted to show him how much of a good girl I could become.

He was making it impossible to stay quiet. Tears rolled down my eyes the moment his wet tongue stroked my cunt. Delving into it with the very same rhythm his fingers did.

My lips were far apart, my stomach churning with great pleasure. I did not care one bit about my sister lying just a few feet away. Not because I did not think she would wake up, no... having her as a witness made my master's delicious tongue on my hole feel even better.

My eyesight had gone blurry, and master's tongue f*****g had become more intense. He was not stroking my hole with his tongue, he caressed my c**t with it, making a series of pleasure-filled vibrations pulse through.

Fuck! f**k! f**k! I'm master's good girl. I'm master's good girl.

He gave my cunt one long slow lick, from the hole straight to my little sensitive nub. He did it again, only this time he went faster. Then he dipped his tongue into my wet hole again, my lips tightened around its invasion, my juice soaking up his tongue.

His fingers dug into my skin as I was a shaking mess now. Tears rolled faster down my cheeks. I wanted to moan, I wanted to moan it loud. s**t! IT FEELS SO GOOD MASTER! YESSSSS....

Instead, I chanted in my head, loud and clear. I'm master's good girl. I'm master's good girl! I'M MASTER'S GOOOOOOOOOOOD Ohhhhhh I'm cumming, I'm cummmmming for you master!

I squeezed my eyes shut, my entire body tensing up. My walls gripping onto master's tongue.

The release crashed over me. My body snapped into a violent release. My back bowed off the mattress, my eyes flung open, tears rolled down my cheeks fast. Intense pulses of pleasure radiated from my core, washing through every limb.

Oh God yes! Yes! Yes! Yessssss!

I was left trembling and boneless once the pulses subsided, and my orgasm washed over me. And I just lay there, my body perfectly still, my eyes staring up at the ceiling. It felt like I was floating in space, and the world was just peaceful. Absolute breathtaking.

I heard the mattress dip, and from the corners of my eyes, I saw him lay beside me. "My good girl," he murmured, his arm encircling my waist.

I blushed, an unexplainable joy flowing through me. He called me a good girl.

"What do you have to say to your master."

Oh my goodness! Did he just refer to himself as my master? Yes!

A blush crept onto my cheeks, and I whispered softly. "Thank you, Master, for pleasuring me. Thank you for letting me come."

He tucked my hair behind my ear, then planted a soft kiss on my forehead. "You are the perfect slut for me, Avery."

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Sunlight. It was the first thing I registered. It was pleasantly warm against my skin.

I blinked awake, my body sore in the most delicious, secret places. For a blissful second, I remembered only the heat, the forbidden touch, the crushing pleasure. God! It was just as wonderful as I had always imagined. Leo was indeed my perfect master. I stretched, a smile touching my lips.

I turned hoping to see my master lying beside me, sleeping so soundly. He was gone. The smile on my face instantly turned to one of sadness.

I propped myself up on my elbows. And then-

"Ah-!" I let out a yelp, my eyes falling on Beatrice who lay sprawled on the floor. She jerked awake because of my tiny yelp, while I placed a hand over my fast-beating chest. "What the f**k, Beatrice? Why are you in my room?"

Beatrice stirred on the floor. She groaned, pushing herself into a sitting position. Her hair was like a wild, dark cloud around her pale face. She squinted against the light, her hand going to her forehead.

Her eyes focused on me. They were bloodshot and confused.

"Avery?" Her voice sounded exactly like it should when you have spent your night drinking and dancing. It sounded rough. "What... why am I in your room?"

"I just asked you-"

The memory hit then, how she stumbled into my room drunkenly and almost caught me and Leo. She almost ruined my time with him!

I sat up fully, pulling the sheet to my chest. I forced a shrug. "You just stumbled in here last night and passed out on the floor. You were pretty drunk."

She looked around the room, confusion still etched in her eyes. "Uh... sorry about that."

She got to her feet shakily, her fingers holding onto her purse tight. She stumbled forward with each step she took toward the door, and just when she got to the door, Beatrice halted surprisingly.

She turned around fast, her gaze staring at the rumpled-up bed questioningly.

"Wait," she said, her voice dropping. "I remember something."

I froze. The sheet felt clammy in my grip. "Remember what?"

She stared right at me, her expression hardening into one of cold, sobering clarity.

"Leo. He was here." She said slowly, each word a nail. "Why was Leo in your room last night?"