It Never Happened
1370 Words
~Olive~
I stood frozen in the hallway, heart hammering against my ribs like it wanted to burst out. My thighs were f*****g dripping and the my cloth did nothing to hide how hard my n*****s were, poking shamelessly against the thin fabric.
Vanessa’s eyes stayed locked on mine through that cracked door. Each thrust made her t**s swing heavily, her moans getting louder, sluttier, like she was performing just for me.
“That’s it—f**k, you’re so wet tonight,” Crew growled, not noticing me yet. His powerful hips snapped forward, burying that thick alpha c**k to the hilt again and again.
“Gonna fill this greedy cunt up.”
Vanessa moaned louder, pushing her ass back to meet him while staring straight at me. “Yes, Crew—harder—f**k me like you own me—ahhh!”
My hand was still on my tit, squeezing hard without thinking, rolling my sore n****e between my fingers the same way I’d done in my room. My other hand slipped between my legs, finding my c**t swollen and slippery. I bit my lip to stay quiet, but a tiny whimper still escaped.
Vanessa’s smile widened. She knew.
She arched her back deeper, spreading her knees wider so I could see everything—how Crew’s thick veiny c**k stretched her p***y lips wide, how her slick coated his shaft and dripped down her thighs.
She licked her lips slowly, eyes half-lidded with pleasure and wicked delight as she put on her show.
I hated her. I wanted him.
My fingers circled my c**t faster, matching the rhythm of his thrusts. My breath was coming in short, shaky gasps. The knot from my dildo was still locked deep inside me from earlier, pressing against that perfect spot every time I shifted, keeping me on the edge.
Crew’s hand cracked down on Vanessa’s ass with a sharp slap. She cried out in pleasure, eyes fluttering but never leaving mine.
That was it. I couldn’t take it anymore.
I pushed the door open just a little more, enough that the hinges creaked softly.
Crew’s head snapped toward the sound. His eyes was dark, hungry and burning he—locked onto me instantly. He didn’t stop f*****g Vanessa. If anything, his thrusts got harder, more possessive, like he was showing off now too.
“Well, well…”
“Look who couldn’t sleep, little stepsister.”
Vanessa let out a breathy laugh that turned into a moan as he yanked her hair harder. “She’s been watching for a while, baby. Poor thing looks starving.”
I should’ve run. Instead I stood there, one hand still between my legs, the other gripping the doorframe.
Crew’s gaze dragged over me slowly, lingering on my hard n*****s, my ass, the obvious shine on my inner thighs. His c**k twitched visibly inside Vanessa.
“Get in here, Olive,” he ordered, voice thick with alpha command. “Now.”
My feet moved before my brain
could argue.
As I stepped inside, Vanessa moaned extra loud, pushing back onto Crew’s c**k while staring at me with that same taunting smile.
“Want to watch closer, princess?” she purred. “Or did you finally come to play?”
Crew pulled out of her with a wet sound, his massive c**k glistening with her juices, still rock hard and throbbing. He stroked it once, slowly, eyes never leaving me.
“Answer her, Olive,” he said.
“You gonna keep f*****g that toy in secret… or do you want the real thing?”
He took one step toward me, c**k bouncing heavily, knot already starting to swell at the base.
“Your choice, baby sister. But we both know what your p***y wants.”
Crew stalked toward me slowly, his eyes dark and predatory. He stopped right in front of me, so close I could smell s*x and his raw alpha scent. One big hand came up and fisted the front of my shirt, yanking me forward until my aching t**s pressed against his chest.
“You came down here with no panties, dripping down your legs, watching me f**k her like a desperate little omega slut,” he growled. “Tell me the truth, baby sister. How many times did you c*m thinking about us tonight?”
My face burned, but my p***y clenched hard around the toy still buried inside me.
“…Twice,” I whispered, voice shaky. “Maybe three.”
Crew’s grin was wicked. He reached down and shoved the shirt up over my t**s, exposing them completely. His rough palm immediately grabbed one, squeezing hard just like I’d been doing to myself earlier.
“f**k, these are perfect,” he muttered, thumb flicking my sore n****e. “So sensitive already. You’ve been mauling them thinking about my c**k, haven’t you?”
I whimpered as he pinched hard, sending sparks straight to my c**t.
Vanessa crawled closer on the bed, watching hungrily. “She wants both of you. I heard her moaning your names while she f****d herself stupid with that toy. Begging for Cas in her p***y and you stretching her ass.”
Crew’s eyes flashed with heat. He suddenly spun me around and bent me forward over the edge of the bed, right next to Vanessa. My t**s pressed into the sheets as he yanked the shirt up to my waist, exposing my ass.
“Goddamn,” he breathed.
Vanessa laughed softly, reaching over to pinch one of my n*****s. “She’s soaked. Poor girl is in heat for her stepbrothers.”
Crew didn’t waste time. He lined up his massive c**k and slammed into me in one thrust, burying himself balls-deep.
“Ahhhhh—f**k!” I screamed, eyes rolling back as he stretched me open wider than the toy ever could. He was so thick, so hot, so real.
He groaned deep in his chest, gripping my hips hard enough to bruise. “So f*****g tight. This greedy little cunt was made for alpha cock.”
Then he started moving—hard, deep strokes that made my t**s bounce against the bed and my eyes water from the intensity. Every thrust slammed against that perfect spot and made the wettest sounds.
Vanessa slid closer, grabbing my hair and pulling my face toward her. She kissed me messily, tongue invading my mouth while Crew f****d me senseless from behind.
“Such a dirty little stepsister,” she whispered against my lips. “You’re gonna take both of them soon, aren’t you? Cas is going to ruin this tight p***y while Crew breeds your ass. You’re going to be their perfect little cumslut.”
Crew’s hand cracked down on my ass with a loud slap as he pounded me faster.
“Answer her, Olive,” he growled, voice strained with pleasure. “Tell us how bad you want both our c***s stretching you open at the same time.”
I was already shaking, another orgasm building fast.
“I—f**k—I want it,” I moaned brokenly, pushing back onto his c**k like a w***e. “I want both of you… please… fill me up… breed your filthy omega stepsister…!”
Crew laughed darkly and slammed in even harder, his swelling knot starting to catch on every thrust.
“Good girl.”
“Mmm… ahh—f**k… yes…”
I was still moaning softly.
Then, right in the middle of it.
“Olive…”
My mother’s voice. Right by my ear.
I froze mid-moan, eyes flying open in confusion even as Crew kept thrusting.
“Wait… how am I hearing my mom’s voice as I’m getting f****d?” I gasped, voice breaking. “What the f**k? Mom?!”
“Olive…”
“What?? This isn’t right..” My head was spinning.
“This can’t be happening. She’s not here. She’s..”
Olive. Wake up.
My eyes snapped open for real.
I was back in the dark bedroom, alone, lying on my back in the tangled sheets of the Hayes mansion. My chest was heaving. My thighs were soaked. Shut it was a dream.
“Oh my god…” I whispered, voice shaky and hoarse.
“What the actual f**k just happened?”
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