THE ART OF SINS

Chapter 1: Forbidden Wet Dreams of Stepbro's Dick I woke up gasping in the dark with my heart pounding hard against my ribs. The dream still clung to me like warm honey between my thighs. In it my stepbrother Jake had me pinned down on my own bed. His big hands held my wrists above my head while his thick c**k pushed deep inside me. He moved slow at first just teasing me open then slammed in hard enough to make the bed shake. I could still hear his low growl in my ear telling me I belonged to him now and no one else could ever touch what was his. My p***y throbbed even now just thinking about it. The room felt too hot. I kicked the sheet off my legs and stared at the ceiling trying to catch my breath. Jake had moved in six months ago after Mom married his dad. He was twenty four tall and built like he lived at the gym with broad shoulders and a chest that stretched every shirt he owned. I was only nineteen and still trying to figure out how to act normal around him. But every night my mind betrayed me. It filled my sleep with pictures of his body on top of mine his mouth on my neck and that heavy c**k stretching me wide until I cried out his name. I squeezed my eyes shut but the dream came right back. In the fantasy he had pulled out and flipped me onto my stomach. His strong fingers dug into my hips as he yanked me up onto my knees. Then he slid back in from behind so deep I felt him hit that sweet spot inside me that made my toes curl. He f****d me like he owned me rough and steady slapping against my ass while he whispered dirty things. You are so wet for your stepbrother little sister. This tight p***y was made for my c**k. I am going to fill you up until you are dripping with me all day tomorrow. A soft moan slipped from my lips before I could stop it. My hand moved down under the covers without thinking. My panties were soaked right through. I touched myself lightly and felt how swollen and slippery I had become. Two fingers circled my c**t in slow strokes just like Jake did in the dream. My breath came faster. I bit my lip hard to stay quiet because his room was right down the hall. The house was silent except for the low hum of the air conditioner but I still worried he might hear me. I kept going. My fingers dipped inside my p***y and I imagined it was his c**k instead. Thick and hot and pushing in so full I could barely take it. In the dream he had grabbed my hair and pulled my head back so I had to look at him while he f****d me. His eyes were dark and hungry. He told me he had wanted this for months watching me walk around the house in tiny shorts and tight tops. He said he jerked off every night thinking about bending me over the kitchen counter and breeding me right there where our parents could walk in any second. That thought sent a fresh wave of heat through me. I pushed a third finger in and pumped faster. My hips rocked up to meet my hand. The dream Jake had started moving even harder his balls slapping against me as he chased his own release. He groaned my name and said he was going to c*m deep inside me. He wanted to watch his seed leak out of my p***y later and know that I carried a piece of him. The idea made me clench around my fingers. I came hard biting the pillow to muffle my cry. Waves of pleasure rolled through me until my legs shook and my whole body felt weak. When it finally faded I lay there panting with my fingers still buried inside me. The real world slowly came back. I was alone in my room sticky and aching and so turned on it almost hurt. Jake was just my stepbrother. We were not supposed to think about each other like this. But every time I saw him shirtless after a workout or heard his deep laugh from the living room my body reacted. My n*****s tightened. My p***y got wet. And now these dreams would not stop. I sat up and glanced at the clock. It was a little after midnight. The house was completely quiet. Mom and Dad were away for the weekend visiting friends so it was just me and Jake here. Alone. My heart skipped. I knew I should roll over and try to sleep but my body had other ideas. I slipped out of bed and padded quietly to the door. My nightshirt barely reached my thighs and my panties were still damp against my skin. I cracked the door open and listened. Nothing at first. Then I heard it. A low sound from down the hall. Like a soft grunt. My stomach flipped. I stepped into the hallway on bare feet and crept closer to his room. His door was not fully shut. A thin line of light showed he was still awake. I held my breath and peeked through the gap. Jake lay on his back on the bed with only a sheet covering him from the waist down. One hand was under the sheet moving slowly up and down. His eyes were closed and his lips were parted. He looked so strong even like this muscles flexing in his arm and chest as he stroked himself. My mouth went dry. I could see the outline of his c**k through the thin fabric. It was huge just like in my dream thick and long with a slight curve that I knew would hit every perfect spot inside me. He let out another quiet groan and my knees went weak. I pressed my thighs together trying to ease the fresh ache between them. Part of me wanted to run back to my room and hide under the covers. The other part wanted to push the door open and climb onto that bed. I wanted to pull the sheet away and see his c**k for real. I wanted to wrap my lips around it and taste him. I wanted him to wake up and grab me and finally give me what my body had been begging for in every forbidden dream. Jake’s hand moved faster under the sheet. His hips lifted a little and the sheet slipped down just enough for me to catch a glimpse of the thick head of his c**k shiny with precum. My p***y clenched hard at the sight. I had to bite my tongue to keep from moaning out loud. This was wrong. So wrong. But I could not look away. Then his eyes opened. He looked straight at the door. Straight at me. For a second neither of us moved. My heart hammered so loud I was sure he could hear it. His gaze dropped slowly down my body taking in my hard n*****s under the thin shirt and the way my thighs pressed together. A slow wicked smile spread across his face. “Well well,” he said in that deep voice that always made me shiver. “Looks like my little stepsister is having trouble sleeping too.” I froze with my hand still on the door. Heat rushed up my neck and into my cheeks but I did not run. I could not. Not when he was looking at me like that. Not when his hand was still wrapped around his c**k under the sheet. Jake sat up a little keeping the sheet low on his hips. His eyes never left mine. “Come here,” he said softly. It was not a question. My feet moved before my brain could argue. I stepped inside his room and closed the door behind me with a quiet click. The air felt thick and heavy between us. I stood there trembling knowing this was the moment everything would change. Jake pulled the sheet aside and let me see all of him. His c**k stood up thick and hard curving slightly toward his stomach. It looked even bigger in real life than in my dreams. A bead of precum glistened at the tip. “See what you do to me?” he murmured. “Every night I lie here thinking about you. Now you are going to show me how much you want this too.” He reached out and took my hand pulling me closer until I stood right beside the bed. My breath came fast and shallow. My p***y was so wet it had started to drip down my inner thigh. Jake’s voice dropped lower. “Get on your knees little sister. I want that pretty mouth wrapped around my c**k before I f**k you the way you have been dreaming about.” I sank down slowly my eyes locked on his. My heart raced with fear and excitement all mixed together. This was really happening. My stepbrother was about to claim me and I could not wait another second. The night was just beginning.