Stepbrother's Filthy Secret(chapter 2)
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🍆Chapter 2🍆
Ryan didn’t waste the small chance we had. The second Mom’s footsteps faded toward the kitchen, he pulled out of me just long enough to turn me around and lift me onto the hallway table. My ass cheeks sat right on the edge, legs spread wide around his hips. He looked at me with those dark eyes, hair messy, face darkened.
“Wrap your legs around me,” he commanded.
I did it without thinking. He pushed back inside me in one smooth thrust, deeper than before. I grabbed his shoulders, nails digging in. The table creaked under us again. He started f*****g me hard, steady strokes that made my t**s bounce under my thin tank top. Every push sent pleasure across my whole body.
“f**k, you feel so good,” he said against my neck. His hands gripped my thighs tight, spreading me wider. “This p***y is gripping me like it doesn’t want to let go.”
I bit my lip to stay quiet, it was hard. It's really hard. His c**k was thick and long, hitting that sweet spot every god damn time. Wet sounds filled the hallway each time our bodies met. I could feel my juices coating him, dripping down to my ass.
Downstairs, I heard plates clinking. Mom and Dad were in the kitchen, getting the cake ready. Normal family stuff, While their son f****d their daughter just upstairs.
Ryan leaned in and kissed me roughly. His tongue pushed into my mouth as he kept pounding me. I kissed him back, hungry, scared, turned on beyond words. This was so wrong. He was my stepbrother. We had grown up in the same house for two years. But none of that stopped the tension between us.
He broke the kiss and moved his mouth to my neck, sucking hard enough to leave a mark. I tilted my head to give him more. His hips never stopped. Deep, powerful strokes that made my lashes tremble.
“Ryan… slower,” I begged in a whisper. “They’ll hear.”
But he didn’t slow down. If anything, he went harder. “Let them hear,” he moaned quietly. “Maybe I want them to know this p***y belongs to me now.”
His words made me clench around him. I hated how much I loved the dirty talk. He reached between us and rubbed my c**t with his thumb, fast circles that matched his thrusts. My legs started shaking again. Another orgasm was building fast.
I buried my face in his shoulder to muffle my moans. He smelled like sweat and that cologne he always wore. The one that always made me weak.
Suddenly, we heard Dad’s voice from the bottom of the stairs. “Ryan? Come down and help me move this table for the cake, son.”
My eyes went wide. Ryan froze for half a second, c**k still buried deep inside me. Then a wicked smile crossed his face.
“Be right there, Dad!” he called back, voice surprisingly steady.
As soon as the words left his mouth, he started f*****g me again. This time it was faster and meaner. Like the risk turned him on even more. The table banged softly against the wall with each thrust. I covered my mouth with both hands, eyes rolling back.
“You’re gonna c*m again before I go down there,” he whispered. “I want to feel this p***y squeeze me while Dad waits.”
I shook my head, but my body said yes. The pressure built higher. His fingers on my c**t were relentless. His c**k stretched me perfectly, sliding in and out, hitting every sensitive spot.
“Come on, Sophie,” he urged, voice low and rough. “c*m for your stepbrother. Let me feel it.”
It hit me hard. I came with his c**k deep inside, walls pulsing around him. My whole body trembled. I had to bite my own hand to keep from screaming. Ryan kept thrusting through it, drawing it out, making it last longer.
“Good girl,” he praised, kissing my forehead quickly. “Now take my load.”
He f****d me a few more hard strokes, then buried himself as deep as he could go. I felt him swell and pulse. Hot c*m flooded my p***y. Thick ropes shooting right against my cervix. He groaned softly into my hair, hips jerking as he emptied himself completely inside me.
The breeding talk from earlier flashed in my mind, no protection, just his raw c**k filling me up. The thought made me shiver with both fear and twisted excitement.
Ryan stayed inside me for a few seconds, breathing hard. Then he slowly pulled out. A thick drop of his c*m leaked from my p***y and ran down my thigh. He used his fingers to push it back inside me.
“Don’t waste it,” he said with a dirty grin.
He quickly pulled up his pants and fixed his clothes. I slid off the table on shaky legs, pulled up my shorts, and tried to look normal. My face was red. My p***y felt sore and full of him.
“Coming, Dad!” Ryan yelled. He gave me one last hard kiss, squeezed my ass, then headed down the stairs like nothing happened.
I stayed in the hallway for a minute, trying to calm my racing heart. My legs felt like jelly. I could still feel his c*m inside me, warm and sticky. What the hell were we doing? If our parents ever found out…
I went to my room first, changed into loose sweatpants and a hoodie to hide how hard my n*****s still were. Then I headed downstairs, hoping I looked normal.
Mom was setting plates on the dining table. Dad and Ryan were moving a small side table. Ryan glanced at me and smirked for a split second before his face went blank again.
“There you are, Sophie,” Mom said with a smile. “You two were quiet up there. What were you doing?”
My stomach dropped. Ryan answered smoothly. “Just watching videos on my phone. Sophie was showing me some funny clips.”
I forced a laugh and nodded. “Yeah. Really funny stuff.”
We all sat down to eat cake. It was chocolate, my favorite, but I could barely taste it. Ryan sat across from me. Under the table, his foot rubbed against my leg. I shot him a warning look, but he just smiled and took another bite.
Halfway through, Mom stood up. “I need to grab more napkins from upstairs. Sophie, can you help me clear these plates?”
I got up quickly. As I carried plates to the kitchen, I felt Ryan’s c*m starting to leak out into my panties. I walked carefully, praying it wouldn’t show.
In the kitchen, Mom chatted about their dinner date. I nodded and smiled, but my mind was upstairs in that hallway. The way Ryan f****d me. The way he came inside me. The risk of getting caught. The risk of f*****g without protection.
When we returned to the table, Ryan’s eyes followed me. That hungry look was back. Dad was talking about work, completely clueless.
After dessert, Dad went to the living room to watch TV. Mom headed to their bedroom to change. Ryan and I were left clearing the last things.
The moment we were alone in the kitchen, he was on me again. He pushed me against the counter, hand sliding into my sweatpants from behind.
“Still full of my c*m?” he whispered, fingers finding my wet p***y.
“Ryan, stop,” I hissed. “They’re right here.”
But I didn’t push him away. His fingers rubbed my c**t, then pushed inside me, stirring up the mess he left earlier. I gripped the counter, biting my lip.
“Bathroom. Now,” he ordered quietly.
We moved fast. The downstairs bathroom was close by. He locked the door behind us, pulled my sweatpants and panties down in one move, and bent me over the sink.
No time for slow. He took out his c**k, already hard again, and rammed into me from behind. The mirror showed my face, flushed and desperate, and his focused, possessive expression.
He f****d me hard and fast. One hand over my mouth, the other holding my hip. The sound of his hips slapping my ass was risky as hell. Anyone walking past the door would know.
“You love this, don’t you?” he growled. “Love getting f****d by your stepbrother while our parents are home.”
I moaned against his hand. Yes. God help me, yes.
He reached around and played with my c**t again. My third orgasm built fast. I came hard, p***y squeezing his c**k, legs shaking. Ryan followed right after, pumping more c*m deep inside me.
We stayed like that for a few seconds, breathing heavily. Then we heard Mom’s voice right outside the bathroom door.
“Sophie? Are you in there? I need the lotion from the cabinet.”
My blood ran cold. Ryan was still inside me, softening but not out yet. His eyes met mine in the mirror. Wide with shock and fresh lust.
We were trapped.
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