Stepbrother's Darling

Tasting you

Her curiosity gets the better of her. “H-how?” She asks through a broken whisper.

“Are you brave enough for it?” I ask, not telling her how just yet. I’ve had an unhealthy amount of dirty thoughts since I walked in here. All of which I want to exercise with her countless times. “Do you have a condom?”

Mirabelle swallows, “No. Wha-what..what do you want it for?”

“I’m clean,” I tell her, kicking off my slides. “Are you on birth control?”

She nods, her breath heaving. She’s not scared. She’s excited about the possibility, but still, she pretends not to know why I’m asking the questions that I am. “Do you hear that?” I pause, listening for the squeak Mom’s door always makes. “Our mommy dearest just walked into her office, right opposite this room. Can you imagine her face when she finds out what’s happened here?”

“You said you wouldn’t tell,” she frowns, her eyes flickering. She’s wondering if she can’t trust me. She can’t. But she will always have my word.

“I’m a man of my word, darling,” I tell her, soaking in how beautiful she looks when she’s terrified. “But just imagine, what do you think she’d do?”

“She’d crash out, Amelia would hate this.” She says with a small smile.

I get the feeling she hates her mom nearly half as much as I do mine, but I like Amelia. She’s tolerable. The woman has done nothing to offend me. She has been a decent mother to me, but I can’t say the same for Belle. You can see it in her eyes, she detests our mother.

“Do you know what would make her even more upset?” I ask, baiting her into my trap.

“What?” She almost whispers.

“If she knew her golden boy was f*****g her little darling daughter,” I say reaching between her thighs again. She’s wet already. The thought of getting caught has aroused her.

“I’m not her daughter,” she snaps.

“You hate her,” I say, it’s not a question, it’s an understanding. I trace her c**t with slow lazy circles. “Mirabelle, does knowing your mom could walk in and catch us make you horny?”

Something flashes in her eyes, fear? Panic? I can’t exactly tell but I like it. She’s the most expressive toy I’ve ever had, and I love the way her body gives her away before she can speak a word. “It’s okay, darling. I don’t care much for getting caught but the thrill can be exciting.” I tell her, letting her know her kink is okay. Hell, it could be mine too.

I’ve stalked her social media since my father asked me to come home to welcome her and like I previously told her, her pictures do her no justice. I perked off to her pictures just last night and tonight? I’m f*****g her. This might not be the welcoming idea my father had in mind but I can’t think of a better welcome than introducing my d**k to his latest obsession. “Vaughn?” she trembles, her eyes wide. It’s then that I realise I left her alone for a trip in my head.

“You asked how I can make you feel good?” I repeat, and she nods. “I’d best show you,” I grunt.

I slide my sweatpants down, Mirabelle watches with a new look in her eyes, not fear, not shock, but fascination. “This house is soundproofed against mother’s sensibilities but sound travels, darling. This here is our little secret. And if she finds us? Consider it your revenge.”

Her head shakes, “She’s going to kill me.”

“You’ll have died knowing how good my c**k feels inside your tight pussy.” I blatantly remark, focusing on getting my c**k his first taste of her.

I don’t ask.

I simply part her legs and thrust into her. Mirabelle gasps into my mouth, the sound desperate and broken. His p***y tightens around my c**k, already squeezing the same way it did my fingers.

Every time I thrust into her is a new world I unlock for us both.

“f**k,” I lowly cuss.

So this is raw s*x? Belle is the first woman I’ve f****d this way. I’ve kept my d**k strapped my entire s****l life, my dad has one rule for me as his heir, no bastard heirs. I keep to it, he doesn’t ask much and one of me is enough to torment him.

My c**k grows harder at the thought of Dad losing his s**t over me getting his wife’s daughter pregnant.

My little darling slaps a hand on her mouth, concealing her moans when she feels how deep I can f**k her.

Her eyes flutter shut and I grip her hips, bringing her down to meet my c**k with every thrust. I need more of her, I want to see how badly she’s enjoying hating me as I drive my c**k into her with an urgent pace.

“Look at me, darling,” I growl, slapping her ass. That makes her open her eyes, tears gleaming but it doesn’t mask her desire. “Tell me who made you come harder than your boyfriend ever could.”

Belle whimpers, arching her back. “This is wrong.”

“No,” I groan, thrusting harder, deeper until she starts whimpering again. “Who is f*****g you, Belle? Whose c**k is inside you?”

“You,” she chokes.

“Say my name,” I demand. Pulling out my c**k only to thrust back in. In that split second. I catch a glimpse of red on my c**k. “Say it, stepsister. Who did you save your virgin p***y for? Say, Vaughn.” I urge.

“V-Vaughn,” she gasps, the word loud and clear. I hope our mother heard it, I hope the whole f*****g house heard her scream my name.

My little darling is a good girl, she listens so well. She saved her virgin p***y for me, not the i***t boy she was m**********g to on the phone, but me. I’ve never kissed anyone during s*x before but my darling deserves a reward, she gave me her firsts so I give her some of mine in return.

She kisses me back, harder and violently. She sucks my bottom lip between her teeth and bites until she can taste the metallic tang of blood.

“Good girl,” I praise. “Now we’ve both bled for each other.”

“You’re crazy,” she chokes out, wrapping her legs around my waist.

She thinks she’s in control, but her control is an illusion that I let her indulge in. The way her fingernails tear down my back when my c**k hits that sweet spot inside her makes me lose it. “Vaughn,” she whimpers, her body trembling as she comes around my call. I get to see my new favourite sight again, her coming and it’s even better than it was the first time. That and the terrified shade of blue of her eyes staring up at me when I pull out again, leaving her p***y fluttering around nothing. It’s intoxicating, addictive. It’s better than any victory I’ve earned on the field.

I thrust back in, hard and fast, riding the tight, desperate clenching of her p***y. She’s so tight, perfect, a furnace of forbidden heat. This is not just s*x, this is an aggressive act of ownership, a claim I stake on the one thing in this house that my father fears losing control of: his image. This is a line we shouldn’t have crossed, but with each thrust, I reckon there never was a line.

My balls tighten and I fight it, trying to f**k her longer, to make Belle come again before I do. “Mirabelle,” I groan, my breath and hips both staggered.

My little darling is whimpering, her p***y tightly clenching around my c**k, demanding my release. I don’t fight it, I drive my c**k into her twice more before I finish inside her with a groan that I don’t bother to muffle. I don’t lack the ability to pull out, I just wanted to know what it feels like to fill her with seed and now I’m addicted.

With a few twitching thrusts, I'm spent. I collapse on top of her, My heart is pounding against hers.

I slowly pull out, without her moans, the silence is heavy now. My c**k twitches at the sight of her virginal blood mixed with my come. I’m tempted to f**k her again but I pull on my sweatpants.

“Why so quiet, stepsister? Don’t tell me you regret it. I know you didn’t. You came twice. That’s a new record for you, I’d bet.” I smirk. “And you liked it, didn’t you, darling?”

Her fiery gaze from when she arrived pins me, “Don’t call me that i am nobody’s darling.”

“You’re wrong, Mirabelle.” I shake my head. “You’re your stepbrother’s darling and you love that don’t you?”

“Get out,” she snarls, pulling her shirt down. “You got your way.”

My way?

While I'm one to revel in getting my way, this was far from that. My little darling loved every minute my c**k was inside her wet tight cunt but reality is hitting her now. She might hate Amelia but she’s so much like her, they’re both too perfect. “Does acting like you didn’t crave everything I did to you make you feel better?” I ask, my lips twitching. She hates that she f****d her stepbrother but I’ll make her love it soon. “Don’t worry, I can play into that, I can force you as many times as you want, darling.”

She stares, rage bubbling beneath her little bones. I can almost feel the burn in her stare, good—my toy is getting more fun to play with.

I walk towards the door, pausing when I open it, “When you miss me, finger your p***y for me. I left it nice and filled for you. Think of me while you f**k my come in out of your tight little p***y, okay darling?”