Spreading My Legs Wide Open

10: Leftover horniness

~ Evie ~

It’s stupid o’clock past midnight and my body’s buzzing like it’s got its own horny little rebellion going on.

All I can think about is Jack.

I just want to be right there next to him.

Curled against his side, skin on skin, breathing the same air.

Even if we do nothing but talk absolute rubbish - about nothing, about everything, about how the ceiling fan looks like it’s judging us.

I just can’t sleep. I ease out of my room, trying not to make a sound.The rest of the house is silent. Everyone else is fast asleep. Down the stairs, past the kitchen, to the home gym in the back. The door's cracked open, light spilling out. My heart picks up. He's in there. I peek in - yep, Jack, shirtless, sweat, pumping iron like he's got something to prove. Those muscles flexing. f**k, he looks good.

I push the door open wider. "Hey," I say, voice low and rough. "Couldn't sleep?"

He sets the weights down, wipes his face with a towel, grins at me. That smirk - s**t, it gets me every time. "Nah. You?"

His eyes drop to my top and shorts. He knows why I'm here.

"Same." I step in, close the door behind me. The gym smells like sweat and rubber mats. It's small, just some machines, weights, that big mat in the middle. Perfect for what I want. I walk over, casual-like, but my heart's pounding. "Mind if I join? Stretch out a bit?"

He chuckles, deep and dirty. "Stretch out, huh? Sure, Evie. Whatever you need." He knows it's bullshit. We're both thinking the same thing.

I drop onto the mat, start with some fake yoga pose, ass up in the air. Doggy already? Subtle, Evie, real subtle. He watches, towel forgotten. "Damn," he mutters. "You trying to kill me?"

I look back over my shoulder, bite my lip. "Maybe. Come help me with this one."

He doesn't hesitate. Drops down behind me, hands on my hips. He presses against my ass - oh yeah, he's hard. Bulging through his shorts. "Like this?" he asks, voice all gravel. His fingers dig in, pulling me back tighter.

"f**k yes." I grind back against him, slow circles. His c**k rubs right between my cheeks. I'm soaked already, shorts damp. "Jack... touch me."

His hand slides down. Fingers find my p***y, slick and ready. He groans, rubs my c**t, then pushes fingers inside. I gasp, push back onto them. "That's it. Take it."

I rock against his hand, moaning soft. "More. Need your cock."

Begging my stepbrother to f**k me like a dog. If Dad walked in, he'd have a heart attack. But that thought...

Risky as s**t.

He drops my shorts down to my knees, frees his d**k. Thick, heavy, slapping against my ass. "You want it filthy?" he asks.

"Yes. Doggy. Hard." I spread my knees wider, arch my back. "f**k me," I breathe out. "This p***y is yours."

He lines up, slams in deep. I bite my lip to muffle the yell... god, he fills me perfect. He grabs my hips, starts pounding. Fierce, jerking me back onto him. Our bodies slap together, loud. "Take it, Evie. f*****g take my cock."

I'm moaning now, can't help it. "Harder... oh f**k, yes. Right there."

It's messy, sweaty, filthy. My t**s bounce under my top, n*****s rubbing the mat. I reach back, grab his thigh. "Deeper. Make me come."

He laughs, breathless. "Bossy tonight. Love it." But he delivers, shifts angle, hits that spot inside. I see stars. Tension builds.

It hits hard. I shake, moan filling the gym. Loud. Too loud. And I come. But who cares? Everyone's asleep.

He keeps going, chasing his. "My turn. Gonna fill you up." A few more brutal thrusts, then he jerks me back hard, buries deep...

And then - damn, a noise. Outside. Window sliding open? The gym window faces the backyard, but Claire's room is right above. No way.

I freeze. "Jack... hear that?"

We scramble. I peek out the window. Oh f**k. Claire's window upstairs is open. She's leaning out, looking down. Straight at us? The gym light's on... did she see? Hear my moan?

"s**t!" I whisper-shout. "Claire. She saw." My heart's exploding. I just got caught getting railed doggy in the gym. Family bonding at its finest.

Jack peeks too. "Go. Sneak to your room. I'll handle this."

I creep upstairs, quiet as a mouse. My room... slip in, under covers. Pretend sleep. Heart racing... god, what if she comes?

Minutes drag. Knock on my door. Soft. "Evie?" Claire's voice. Worried.

I fake a yawn, rub eyes like I just woke. Open the door a crack. "Claire? What's up? It's late." Act groggy. Innocent.

She looks at me, face pale. "Sorry to wake you. I... thought I heard something. From the gym. And saw... people. You and Jack?" Her eyes search mine. Guilty as hell. She saw us f*****g. Or thinks she did.

"Me? No, I was asleep." I fake confusion. "Dream maybe? Or hallucinating? You okay?" Add concern - flip it on her.

She hesitates, shifts feet. "Maybe. Yeah, probably. Sorry, sweetie. Go back to sleep." She looks sorry for real -disturbing me over nothing. But I see doubt.

"No worries." I close the door, lean against it. Holy s**t. Close. Too close. My p***y, mixing with leftover horniness. That was hot. Scary hot.

Downstairs, I hear her go to the gym. Door opens. "Jack? What are you doing?"

His voice, casual. "Push-ups. Late-night workout. Why?"

She pauses. "I... thought I saw something. From my window. Two people... never mind. Must be seeing things. Night."

Door closes. Footsteps up. She buys it. Thinks she hallucinated. Push-ups—smart cover. Sweat explains everything.

I slide back into bed, hand between my legs. Touch myself slow, replaying it. His c**k pounding me. Claire almost catching us. f**k, it's twisted, but I come again - quiet this time. Whisper his name.

But now? Tension's thicker. She's suspicious. That look in her eye. What if she watches closer? Tells Dad? We need to be careful. Or... maybe not. Risk makes it better. Hotter. I want more. Tonight was just a taste.

Tomorrow? I'll find him again. Spread wide. Beg for it. Even if it blows everything up... god, I need his c**k. Now. Always. What the hell is wrong with me?