Suck Me Dry

2.1: Just The Tip, Stepbrother

Celine’s POV

‘All I want for Christmas is my stepbrother’s c**k…’

Oops! I didn’t mean to say that out loud.

It’s Christmas holiday, which means every member of the family is back home from school holiday, everyone, including Darius, my sizzling hot stepbrother, the same one who made my early teenage years hell. Sweet hell. I was his little dirty Peeping Tom.

When he was shirtless and wet while washing his dad’s car, with water drenching him up down to his condom boxers… Or in his checkers college uniform that clings to his chiseled abs… f**k!

I remember every filthy memory!

It's the same reason I fingered myself last night till I was trembling with his name on my lips. I came so hard that it soaked into my panties and left me panting. Too lazy for a bath, I had simply wiped my purring cunt with my panties, allowed the poor thin fabric soak it up before dumping it aside and sleeping stark naked.

I just want the tip of his c**k rubbing against my wet slippery cunt… I just… Oh, god!

“Celine?”

My brother’s steel voice makes my heart jump. He has the kind of voice that makes me yearn to be used like his rag doll. Sadly, he’s prepping for the seminary school, which means my fantasies will be stuck in my overheating head.

“Celine?!” He calls again, this time, impatiently, as his steps pound towards my room.

Not ready to start another day secretly fingering myself or pressing my tight cunt between my thighs, soaking my panties behind him while he innocently does him, I throw the duvet over my head and pretend to be asleep.

He knocks once… Twice… When I don't respond, the doorknob twists as the door creaks open.

His cool cologne filters into my room with each step he takes.

Oh, f**k.

Lost in the duvet, I clench my thighs, sucking in his scent, and sighing softly. I wish to peek at any part of him. My fingers twitch with the urge to dig into my quivering p***y again!

“Mum needs you downstairs, girl!” He groans. “I’m hungry, can't be starved because of your lazy ass!”

I press my lips firmly not to chuckle.

Mum does that s**t a lot, waiting for the family to be together before she serves the meal. With his dad stuck in Qatar for a gig, she ensures all three of us are seated to say the blessed prayers.

I’d be pissed too.

“Jeez. Wake up…” He grabs the edge of the duvet and yanks it off!

“No…”

I'm not prepared for it. My heart skips a good beat. I jump up in bed to grab the fabric but it's a bit too late. He’d yanked it so hard that it came off my naked body and dropped to the floor!

He gasps, mouth wide, shocked.

His lips move, but he says nothing, just stares at my small breasts with thick n*****s almost half the size, and slim naked frame in my bed.

“I’m… I’m sorry…” Red color creeps on his face.

The feeling of embarrassment is replaced with warmth, dark need burning deep in my core. I love it! I love that my beloved step-brother likes what he sees!

I love that I won't be the only one haunted by filthy desires.

“Hmmm…” I sigh and try to reach for the duvet, but no, not in a decent way.

I part my legs a bit, purposely sparing him a glance at my soft pink p***y that still has my fingerprints all over. And slutty as hell, it spreads out, causing the leftover juice to thin out into a dirty slime.

Oh, yeah!!!

“Sorry!” He shuts his eyes, pressing them tight, and immediately turns around. “I should leave!”

Like a blind man, he spreads his hands out and leaves my room, almost hitting his head on the wall.

“Silly you.” I burst into laughter, enjoying my melodrama. “Hmmm…” I bite my bottom lip and suck in dry air.

The thought of my step-brother seeing my boobs, cunt, and every inch of me makes me wet. The shock on his face, mixed with forbidden tales…

“Hmmm…” I’m moaning softly, succumbing to the need to dig my fingers into my cunr again and f**k myself to stupor.

“Celine!!!”

Now, my mother’s voice sends me flying off the bed. She does that a lot, and she enjoys the torment.

“Not again, mum.”

I sigh and get out of bed for a quick fix.

By the time I’m done, I get into a comfy dress and stroll downstairs.

Mum is already downstairs, dishing out our meals. Darius is sitting quietly, head ducked. All through breakfast, he keeps his head bent. When my mum teases him in an effort to get him active, he does everything he can to avoid my gaze.

“We’ll be late for shopping.” Mum reminds me as she slurps on the glass. “I think we need to expand on the list, we may get more guests than expected.”

“But I don't have to…”

“You’re coming with me, darling.” She brushes off my argument and picks up her plate before walking out, indicating she’s done with the discussion.

I grumble and swallow the rest of my meal. My eyes occasionally crawl all over Darius, finding a way to start a conversation.

“Are you coming…”

He picks up his plate and walks out, not sparing me a glance.

Perfect.

*** ***

6 PM.

I drop the last of the grocery bag on the kitchen table and hurry upstairs to avoid getting trapped by my mum. Trust her to always have a task for you.

My room is the same, just as I left it… But something feels odd. Something I can't really lay my hands on. I shrug, strip off my sweaty clothes, and walk towards the bathroom.

The quirky sound of wet skin rubbing, makes me pause. Confused, I grab the knob and push. The first sight makes me freeze.

Darius is jerking off in my bathroom, with my panties over his nose as he sniffs deeply.

What. The. f**k?!

“Jeez!” He jolts, splashing his hot spunk on my breasts, belly, and thighs. My panties fall to the ground. “Oh, s**t!” He jerks and stiffens but doesn't stop splashing all over me, the wall, any place his thick hard c**k faces.

I stand in awe, dripping with his c*m.

“I’m sorry…” He stutters all over. “Please, mum doesn't have to know.”

I scoff and pout, then inch forward. “On one condition.”

Shy, he covers his long c**k with his hands, and just rolls his eyes. “Anything.”

Good.

“A Christmas gift,” I pout my lips and chew. “One I will name tonight.”

“Fine.” He sighs and starts the walk of shame towards the door.

“But first,” I stop him before he can walk out. “You bathed me with your c*m. So…” I turn towards him, coated in his glazing sperm. “You’ll watch me f**k myself and toy with your filth till I’m oozing for you.”