My Stepbrother, My Bully, My Sin

CHAPTER 3

AMY

My breasts dangled at this, the cold air embracing my skin, and my n*****s erect. I turned to see Ethan, staring back at me lustfully and his c*ck bulging through his pants, seeking to be free.

“Can you rub it all over my body?” I said seductively, walking towards him and pushing him to bed.

“A... Amy, are you sure about this? Your mom might be back anytime,” he stammered.

“Leave that for me to worry about,” I said, sitting on his lap and crashing my lips against his. He obliged at first, but later gave in to my kiss.

I gasped in between our kisses; he wasn’t relenting for a bit. He moved his hands from where they had been, gripping my butt, brushing the other hand at my already aroused n****e. I sighed and relaxed, enjoying every bit of his touch. One of his hands found my neck, applying just the right pressure that I needed. In a swift movement, he laid me on the bed and trailed his kisses down to my neck. I arched my back as I felt my p***y clench, begging to welcome him inside of me.

As if that wasn’t enough, he trailed his lips down to my tummy, his tongue teasing my navel while he massaged my breast roughly.

“I’ve missed you. I’ve missed this,” he whispered. I opened my mouth to give him a response, but was betrayed by my words. His lips continued going lower, and I felt his head in between my thighs, blowing hot air on my honey pot, and without warning, he licked his tongue on my c**t causing me to let out the moan I have been holding back.

“You are so f*cking wet,” he drawled out in his husky and lazy voice. I arched my back against the bed when his tongue struck into my hole. He continued plunging at a fast pace as he was not relenting even for a bit. This was exactly what I needed.

I pulled his head closer to my honey pot to get more of the tongue thrust but began pulling him back when his tongue met my clits. I couldn’t handle the sensation any longer, but Ethan will always be the same; he doesn't like interruptions. I held my hands, stopping me from pushing him away, and began eating up my p***y, causing me to moan loudly since there was no one at home.

“Ye… Yes, Ethan,” I screamed as I reeled in the pleasure of the moment.

He slid his fingers into my p***y while still eating me up. My orgasm was building up fast, and I’m going to explode any moment now. He withdrew his head from my honey pot, pumping his fingers inside me at a very fast pace. I rolled my eyes behind my head, crying out in pleasure as I exploded.

I opened my eyes to find Ethan pulling off his shirt over his head. I leaned over to help him unbuckle his belt and unzip his pants. When I was done, he wiggled his pants off his waist.

His d**k shot out erect like it has been freed from its cage, and I beamed at the sight before me. My p***y constricted at this. I spread my legs wide open, keeping my p***y on display for him to see how wet he made me. My juice was already soaking my bed, but I didn’t mind.

I wrapped my hand around his d**k, giving it a gentle thrust with my hand. He leaned over, crashing his lips on mine and digging his tongue inside my mouth to taste every bit of me. He dragged me closer to the bed end, and used his thumb to tease my labia while he slapped his hard d**k on my already swollen c**t. I shuddered from the sensation.

“Ethan, please,” I moaned, begging him to f**k me already, but I guess he was taking his time. He always takes his time.

He positioned himself well and slid his d**k inside me. His first thrust was gentle, but the rest wasn’t so gentle, and I liked it. He slapped my breast as he buried himself inside me. Each thrust of his made my breast dangle. I tried to stay silent as he thrust me, yet loud moans kept escaping from my mouth.

He leaned in, taking one of my breasts into his mouth and massaging the other roughly with his hand while he still f****d me hard. But amidst everything, I still wanted more; I wanted to be torn apart and roughly handled, and Ethan wasn’t doing any of that. I wasn’t getting satisfied yet.

The first orgasm I had was because I was imagining Aaron. I was still moaning trying my best to get Aaron off my mind and enjoy every bit of s*x Ethan was giving me when I felt him withdraw and spilled his c*m all over my thigh. He was panting like he had just run a cross country, as he dragged his pants back on.

He looked at me with a smile tugged on his lips like he has achieved something huge and I returned a forced smile.

“So... what does this mean? Are you serious with me now?” he asked.

“No, Ethan. It means nothing,” I answered plainly, getting up from the bed to grab a shirt.

“I thought—” he started, but I just cut him short.

“There is nothing to think, Ethan. I was horny, we had s*x and we both enjoyed it. Case closed,” I stated as a matter of factly.

I walked him to the door and locked the door behind me. I puffed out a sigh of frustration and made my way to my drawer to grab my vibrator. I have to finish what Ethan started.

Lying on the bed, I closed my eyes and let my thoughts drift—not to Ethan, but to Aaron. I imagined his hands on me, his lips tracing my skin. A soft moan slipped past my lips as I turned the vibrator on, pressing it against me before sliding it inside. My hips rocked in rhythm, pleasure building with every second.

"Aaron," I gasped, gripping the sheets. My body tensed as the heat coiled inside me, ready to snap. But then a knock jolted me back to reality.

"Sweetheart?" the knock came again.

My eyes flew open. It was my mother. I didn’t hear her drive in.

My orgasm crashed over me immediately the panic set in. I slapped a hand over my mouth, muffling the cry threatening to escape. My body trembled, caught between pleasures.

"Are you in there?" she called again.

I swallowed hard, forcing my voice to stay steady. "Y—yeah! Just give me a minute."