Spreading My Legs Wide Open

13: Parents' bed. Taboo?

~ Evie ~

This morning hits different. Dad and Claire are at the breakfast table, all smiles, and Dad drops it casual like it's no big deal. "Hey, kids, me and Claire are heading out for the day. Anniversary thing - dinner, maybe a movie after. We'll be gone till late. You two behave, yeah?" He winks at us, clueless as ever. Claire nods along, looking all lovey-dovey with him. My heart jumps. House empty? For hours? Jack's eyes meet mine across the table, and I see that spark. We're thinking the same thing. Wild time.

They grab their stuff and head out. Door shuts, car pulls away. Silence. Then Jack's on me. He grabs my waist, yanks me close, and we're kissing hard, tongues everywhere. "Finally," he growls into my mouth. "No sneaking. Just us." I laugh, but it's breathy, needy. "About time. I've been dying for this." We don't waste a second. Clothes hit the floor right there in the kitchen. He lifts me onto the counter. I spread my legs wide, and he dives in, tongue lapping at my p***y like he's starved. I grip his hair, pulling him closer. "f**k, Jack, right there. Eat me out." He sucks my c**t hard, fingers sliding inside, pumping fast. I come quick, shaking, moaning loud - no parents to hear. He stands up, wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, grinning. "Taste so good. Now my turn." I hop down, drop to my knees, and take his c**k in my mouth. Thick, hard. I suck sloppy, deepthroating him till I gag a little. He groans, hands in my hair. "That's it, Evie. Suck your stepbro's dick." He comes in my mouth, hot c*m down my throat. I swallow every drop, looking up at him. "More," I say, standing. "Everywhere."

We move to the living room couch. Same spot where it all started that first night. He bends me over the arm, slams into me from behind. "Remember this? Where I first f****d you." I push back onto him. "Harder. Make me feel it." We're pounding away, my t**s bouncing. He pulls out, comes on my ass - warm, sticky. I laugh, wiping it off with my hand. "Messy boy." He smirks. "You love it." We grab his phone - risky as hell, but hot. He films a quick clip: me on my knees again, sucking him clean. "Keepsake," he says. I wink at the camera. "Our little secret."

No breaks. We head upstairs, f*****g on the stairs halfway up. Me on top, riding him hard, grinding my c**t against him. "f**k, Evie, you're so sweet." I come again, soaking his lap. He flips me, comes on my t**s this time. Rubs it in, smearing it over my n*****s. "Marked you." I giggle, but it's dirty. "Your c*m's everywhere today." We keep going. Shower next - water running hot, steam filling the bathroom. He presses me against the tile, lifts one leg, thrusts deep. "Slippery and tight. Perfect." Dirty talk ramps up. "Imagine if Dad walked in now. Seeing me deep in his daughter." I moan louder. "Don't stop." He comes inside this time, filling me up. I feel it drip out with the water. We film that too - a close-up of his c*m leaking from my p***y. "Evidence," I tease. He laughs. "Dangerous evidence."

But the real taboo? Parents' bed. We crash into their room, door wide open like we don't care. Sheets all crisp and made up. He throws me down, spreads me eagle. "This is where Dad f***s Mom. Now it's where I f**k his daughter." Oh god, that hits hard. Lust surges. "Do it. Ruin their bed." He eats me out first, tongue deep, making me squirm and soak the sheets. Then he flips me onto my stomach, ass up, and pounds me. Hard, relentless. "Take it, sis. All of it." I scream into the pillow - real screams now, no holding back. He pulls my hair, slaps my ass. "Whose p***y is this?" "Yours! f**k, Jack, yours!" Multiple rounds here. He comes on the sheets first - big white streaks. Then in my mouth again. I swallow, but some drips onto the comforter. Last one on my t**s, rubbing it in while I ride him reverse. We're laughing through it, but tense too -feels so wrong, so good. "What if they smell us later?" I say, half-joking. He grins. "Let 'em wonder." Phone out again: quick vid of me spreading the c*m on my skin, moaning his name.

We're wiped, but not done. Hours gone, though. I check the clock - s**t, it's later than I thought. "They could be back soon." Jack shrugs, still hard somehow. "One more." We're in the middle of it - me on top in their bed, bouncing slow - when we hear the front door. Early! Way early. Car in the driveway, voices. Dad and Claire. "f**k!" I whisper-shout. We scramble. Naked, c*m everywhere - on me, on him, on the sheets. Heart pounding. Noises from downstairs. "Kids? We're home early—restaurant was packed!" Claire calls. Footsteps on the stairs already. Oh god, they're coming up.

We bolt for the closet - naked, phones in hand. Squeeze in, pull the door shut just as their bedroom door opens. We're pressed together, my t**s against his chest, his c**k still half-hard poking my thigh. It's ridiculous, hiding like kids, but terrifying. Claire's voice: "Smells weird in here. Like...?" Dad: "Probably just us from earlier." But she's moving around. We hear her sniff the sheets. "Wet spots? What the hell...?" My stomach drops. Our c*m. Everywhere. Jack whispers in my ear, "Shit." I shush him, but his breath on my neck makes me... wrong time, body!

Downstairs? No, they're still up here. But then Claire heads down - maybe to check the living room. We hear her: "Couch has a spot too. Wet. Smells like... what is this?" Jack and I sneak out of the closet, grab clothes from the floor - mine are downstairs, f**k. We tiptoe to his room, hearts racing. I hide under his bed - naked still, dust bunnies and all. He throws on sweats quick, heads down. I hear him: "Hey, guys. Early back?" Claire: "Yeah. What's this on the couch?" Jack, smooth: "Oh, that? Spilled my Irish cream drink earlier. Sorry, forgot to clean it." She buys it? "Smells off, but okay. Clean it up." Tension eases a bit, but she's suspicious. I hear her coming back up, checking rooms. Bathroom: "Shower's wet. You two take one together or something?" Jack from downstairs: "Nah, I did earlier." She's in their room now: "Sheets are messed up. And... more spots." Dad: "Maybe the cat?" We don't have a cat. I almost snort. Under the bed, I'm shaking, but horny too.

Cleanup time. Jack sneaks back up while they're distracted downstairs. Whispers: "Coast clear for a sec." I dash to the bathroom, wipe myself quick - c*m still sticky on my t**s, between my legs. Heart-pounding tension. I hear Claire in the hall: "Evie? Where are you?" I call back: "Shower! Just quick one." Buy time. Jack's stripping the parents' bed fast, throwing sheets in the washer. I sneak down, help wipe spots - couch, kitchen counter. Claire's checking more now - opens the laundry room: "Why are the parents' sheets in here?" Jack: "Helped with chores. Thought I'd surprise you." She hums, not convinced. She's eyeing us both at dinner later: "You two seem... extra close today." We play innocent, but her looks say she's not done.

Almost caught again when she finds his phone on the couch - screen off, but what if she turns it on? Sees the vids? "This yours, Jack?" He grabs it quick: "Yeah, thanks." Tension's thick, but we're buzzing. I text him later: "Tonight? Your room."

What happens next? This secret's cracking - can't wait to find out.