Loving my Mother's Stepson

Wet dreams

Ilsa's POV

One minute I was alone in my room…

The next, he was standing in front of me.

Close.

Too close.

“You shouldn't be here.” I said.

He lifted a hand to my face, pushing a strand of hair to the back of my ear, his cold fingers brushing my cheeks in the process.

“Can you not hear me?”

No response.

“What the f**k do you want, Luis?”

“I think you know what I want.” He answered, his hand trailing down to my chin.

“This is crazy.”

“You still haven't told me to leave.” He said. I could see the pure hunger in his eyes.

“You–”

“I'm hearing I shouldn't be here, but what I'm not hearing is that you don't want me here.”

“I… it's–”

“Say it, Ilsa. Tell me you don't want me here, and I'll leave.”

He leaned down, bringing his lips to my ear. “Tell me you don't want my fingers in your tight little pussy.”

“Luis…”

“Come on, Ilsa. Tell me you don't want my tongue on your c**t, giving you the release of your life.”

Heat rushed between my legs immediately. What was he doing to me?

“Say it.” he whispered, his lips hovering over mine, teasing me.

You know the words Ilsa, just say it. Tell him to leave. I shook my head slightly, unable to get the words out.

“You're so f*****g hot, you know that right?” He said as he grabbed my throat, crashing his lips on mine.

The kiss was anything but soft. It was firm. Demanding.

I moaned into his mouth as he slipped his tongue in, kissing me like he had been starved for years. He hooked his fingers on the waistband of my shorts, pulling it down swiftly.

“Come.” He said, pulling me towards the floor length mirror.

We stopped in front of it, with him towering over me from behind. “Let me see those beautiful tits.”

I obeyed, shrugging off the silk shirt as my breasts came into view. He brought his head to the front, latching his mouth over my n****e, sucking hard enough to make me arch against him.

He moved onto the other n****e, giving it the same brutal attention.

Slowly, his hand slid lower and lower till they reached the hem of my underwear. I held my breath, anticipating what was to come, but it never did. He rubbed circles in the inside of my thigh, teasing me.

I let out a frustrated breath. “Luis…”

“Where do you want me? I want to hear you say it.”

I hesitated, trying to resist.

His fingers on my thighs tingled, making me imagine how it would feel if he moved further.

“Say it, Ilsa. Tell me what you want.”

“Inside me.” I breathed out. “I want you inside me.”

His eyes locked on mine in the mirror. “And how bad do you want it?”

“Really f*****g bad, please.” I begged.

That was all he needed to hear. He pushed my underwear to the side, slipping a finger inside me. “f**k, Ilsa. You're soaked for me.”

“Mhm.” I hummed in response.

He pinched my n*****s as he slipped another finger in, moving in and out as slowly as possible.

I rolled my eyes in frustration. “Please…”

“Please what, princess?”

“Faster.”

He let go of my n****e, grabbing my throat as he slammed a third finger in. I could feel him stretching me out.

“f**k, you're so tight.”

I moaned loudly, my eyes rolling back in pleasure.

“Open your eyes, Ilsa. I want you to look at my fingers going in and out of you.”

I forced my eyes open, looking at the mirror, the sight almost sending me over the edge.

“Does mommy know what a nasty little girl you are?”

I mumbled incoherent words as I felt him hit a spot that made me see some stars. “Mhm, Luis.”

“Yes, princess. You like that?”

“Ye… ah… yess.”

He picked up the pace, going faster as my p***y made squelching sounds throughout the room.

My eyes went back to my reflection in the mirror. I was utterly helpless and under his mercy. His hand palmed my breast as he continued his torture on me, occasionally biting my neck and mumbling filthy words into my ear.

“Can you take a fourth?”

“I can't.” I moaned

“Yes, you will.” He said, then he added a fourth finger as I cried out.

He gripped my jaw, forcing my head backwards as he kissed me violently, swallowing all my cries.

“Take it like a good girl.” He said in between sloppy kisses. “You have to be able to handle this if you want my dick.”

I felt the pleasure build up slowly. “I'm… I'm gonna cum.”

“Don't c*m until I tell you to.”

He pulled his fingers out, slapping them on my p***y, making me buck violently against him before he slid them back in. His thumb circled my c**t as I sobbed, begging for a release.

“Who does this p***y belong to?” His breath was hot against my ears.

“Yours. All yours.”

“Good girl. Now c*m for me.”

I shut my eyes, my whole body trembling as the pleasure hit me in waves. He held my wrists tightly behind my back, still riding out every inch of pleasure.

Turning my head back, I reached out to kiss him but he suddenly disappeared.

“Luis?” I called out. “Lui…”

I woke up with a sharp inhale.

My chest rose and fell unevenly, like I had just run a marathon instead of being asleep. I didn’t move. I just lay there, staring up at the ceiling.

What the actual f**k was that?

I squeezed my eyes shut, bringing a hand between my thighs and sure enough, there was a pool down there.

“No,” I muttered under my breath, dragging a hand through my hair. “f**k no.”

I pressed my hand against my chest. My heart was still racing.

It was just a dream, Ilsa.

A very stupid dream.

I pushed myself up from bed and rushed to the bathroom, splashing cold water onto my face.

“Get it together. He's your stepbrother, a very annoying one at that.” I told myself quietly.

A knock sounded on the door.

I froze.

“Miss Ilsa?” A voice called out from the other side.

I let out a breath I didn't realise I was holding, as I went to open the door.

“Breakfast is ready.” The woman said kindly.

“Thank you. I'll be there in a minute.”

I stood there a moment later, staring at her retreating figure.

Well, Ilsa, you are totally f****d.