40 WAYS TO SIN

Sidney’s POV It was midnight. I sat alone in my room, the faint blue glow of my laptop washing over the darkness. Everyone else in the house was asleep, but I was wide awake, staring at the screen. Because I was watching a s*x video. I’d downloaded it recently from a site my best friend, Clarissa, had told me about. I’d been curious at first, but now that the video was playing, I was finding it much harder to look away than I’d expected. My headphones were plugged into my ears, shutting out the silence of the room and making me hear clearly, every filthy and dirty sound from the video. I shifted uneasily in my chair, my attention fixed on the screen. My pulse quickened as I watched, and I swallowed, suddenly aware of how warm my room felt despite the late hour. The video was a threesome. I didn't know why, but I wanted to try it out. I had never had one man’s d**k in my mouth and another inside my cunt before. “f**k. Ahhhh… oh God… f**k me harder…” the blonde slut screamed. Her body moved with every thrust as the man behind her drove into her. “Shut up and take his c**k,” the man behind her growled, gripping her hair and pulling her head back, forcing her to face forward. The lean man standing in front of her had been stroking himself all this while. Now, he pushed himself into her mouth. Her moans came out muffled as he held her head in place, driving his length in and out of her mouth while the man behind her gripped her hair. “Yes. Good girl,” the one in front rasped, his voice rough with approval. Wasn’t that painful? I wondered, biting my fingernails as heat crept up my face and settled low in my stomach. He pulled away from her mouth with a loud pop, giving her a moment to catch her breath. She arched back, breathing hard, her movements falling into rhythm with his. “Please…” she begged, her voice breaking with desperation. “Don’t stop. I love it. Ah—yes…oh God…” The man guided his d**k into her mouth again and began thrusting in deep, a twisted expression on his face and his loud groans filling the headset My lips parted. For a dizzying second, it felt as though I were the one trapped inside the video, with both my p***y and mouth beinh wrecked like a w***e, surrendering to the same overwhelming sensation. Heat rushed through me, leaving me breathless and unable to look away. The woman’s desperate cries filled my headphones as the men drilled into her without mercy. My thighs pressed together, and a strange flutter moved through my chest as I watched her get used like a toy, unable to tear my eyes away. It was as if I’d been hypnotized. I knew I should look away, but I couldn’t. Heat gathered beneath my skin and I felt myself getting wet. “You’re so f*****g sweet.” The man behind her slapped her ass, the sharp crack loud in my headphones the room as the scene continued. Her t**s swung back and forth with his movement, and I swallowed hard. My thighs slowly parted, my eyelids growing heavy as I remained transfixed by the screen. Then the lean man came with a vicious, animal growl. He ripped his c**k out of her mouth and unloaded hard across her face—thick, hot ropes of c*m striping her cheeks, flooding her open mouth, dripping off her chin in sticky strands. “Lick it up, you f*****g c*m-slut.” He stroked the last pulses out, smearing the head against her tongue. She giggled, filthy and eager, and stuck her tongue out wide, catching the mess, lapping the bitter-salty load off her lips and the corners of her mouth like a greedy b***h in heat. c*m ran down her neck as she moaned around it. While she was still cleaning herself, the man beneath her latched onto her t**s like he was starving—sucking hard, teeth grazing the stiff n*****s, tongue working them roughly. His hand shoved between her legs, two fingers splitting her soaked folds to find her c**t, rubbing it in fast, wet circles that made her hips jerk. Behind her the other man kept pounding her cunt without mercy, slamming deep, balls slapping against her, the wet, filthy sound of his c**k churning her dripping p***y filling the room. “Ahhh… God… yessss… yesss… f**k me… mmphhhh—” she purred, eyes squeezed shut, the wet sounds of the f*****g on screen filling my headphones. I couldn’t hold back anymore. No one was here to see me. So I was free to ruin myself instead. Eyes locked on the screen, my hand shoved under my thin tank top. No bra. My n*****s were already stiff and aching, begging for it. I pinched them hard, rolled the sensitive peaks between my fingers until a low, broken moan slipped out of me. My parents were asleep just down the hallway. The last thing I needed was them hearing their slut daughter getting off to porn. I grabbed my t**s roughly, kneading the soft flesh while I ground my hips against the chair, chasing any friction I could get. My empty cunt pulsed and clenched around nothing, dripping into my panties, desperate for something thick to stretch it open. Too f*****g bad I didn’t own a single toy. I’d have been bouncing on a dildo already, stuffing myself full while I watched those men wreck that girl. Instead I was stuck with my own hands, dripping, aching, and quietly going feral in the dark. I spread my legs wide on the chair, hiked my skirt up, and shoved my hand straight under. My panties were already soaked through—hot, sticky, clinging to my cunt. I hooked the soaked fabric aside and dragged two fingers through the mess, coating them. My other hand stayed on my t**s, squeezing hard, pinching the stiff n*****s until they ached. I bit down on my lower lip, trying to stay quiet while my middle finger found my swollen c**t and started rubbing slow, wet circles. On screen the man grabbed the woman’s hips and slammed deeper, the wet slap of skin on skin loud in my headphones. I matched his rhythm, pushing two fingers into my tight, dripping p***y and pumping them in time with every thrust. My cunt clenched greedily around them, already so f*****g wet it made soft, filthy squelching sounds. I yanked my tank top up until it bunched under my chin, freeing my t**s completely so I could maul them harder. Eyes shut, head tilted back— And then Jason’s face hit me. My stepbrother. Suddenly it wasn’t my fingers. It was him. Right here. Finger-f*****g his stepsister like I was his dirty secret. God, what if it was actually him? What if he walked in right now, saw me like this—skirt up, t**s out, fingers buried in my cunt—and decided to take over? My p***y clenched hard around my fingers at the thought. I pictured him behind me, bending me over the desk, yanking my panties down and driving that thick c**k straight into me. Stretching me open while he growled filthy s**t in my ear—“Look at you, little sister, soaking the chair while you watch porn. You needed a real c**k this bad?” Soft, broken whimpers slipped out anyway. “Harder, please, wreck my cunt!” the woman on screen begged. I f****d myself faster, three fingers now, slamming them deep into my dripping hole while my thumb ground my c**t. The wet, obscene squelch of my own cunt filled the quiet room. “Yes… Jason… f**k—” I moaned his name like he was actually the one owning me. “Faster… ahhh… mphhh… fucccckkk…” I was so wet it was running down my wrist. Legs spread wider, hips rolling up to meet every thrust of my hand. Jason would be so much bigger than my fingers—thicker, longer, forcing my tight little p***y to take every inch while he used me however he wanted. I imagined him pinning me down, one hand over my mouth so our parents wouldn’t hear, the other holding my hip as he pounded me raw. Calling me his dirty little stepsister slut. Telling me how good my cunt felt wrapped around his c**k. My soft moans kept getting louder no matter how hard I tried to keep them down. My p***y was throbbing, clenching, getting closer with every filthy stroke, every forbidden thought of my stepbrother wrecking me. Suddenly, I felt a warm hand settle on my shoulder. I froze. My entire body froze. My fingers were still buried knuckle-deep in my soaked p***y and my tank top still bunched around my chest, revealing my breasts. The touch was firm—unmistakably masculine. Shit. I’d been so absorbed in what I was doing that I hadn’t even noticed the door opening. A chill swept through me as the truth finally sank in. Someone was standing right behind me watching me This. Whole. f*****g. Time.