DIRTY ADDICTION:Short Filthy Stories

STORY 2: BOUNCING ON MY STEPBROTHER’S DI$K 1

Chapter 1

Chloe’s POV

“Oh come on, you guys can’t be serious right now,” I muttered, standing there on the driveway in my thin flowy summer dress, the morning sun already warming my bare legs.

My camera bag hung heavy on my shoulder while I stared at the packed SUV like it had personally betrayed me.

Mom and Derek were still shoving the last couple of bags into the back, laughing like this was the best idea ever.

“Sweetie, there’s just no space left,” Mom called out, wiping her hands on her shorts. “We overpacked again. You’ll have to sit on Zane’s lap the whole way. It’s only a few hours, you’ll survive.”

My stomach dropped. I glanced over at Zane leaning against the side of the car, arms crossed over his broad chest.

Those muscular tattooed arms looked even bigger in the daylight, ink swirling down to his wrists.

He had that cocky little smirk on his face, sunglasses pushed up into his messy dark hair, like none of this bothered him one bit.

“No way,” I said quickly, voice coming out softer than I wanted. “I can sit on the floor. Or hold some bags on my lap. Seriously, I don’t mind at all.”

Derek slammed the trunk shut and chuckled. “Chloe, don’t be dramatic. You’re family now. Zane doesn’t mind, do you, son?”

Zane shrugged, his smirk widening just a fraction. “Whatever. It’s just family, right? Get in, princess. We’re burning daylight.”

Princess. God, I hated when he called me that in that low lazy tone. My cheeks heated up but I forced myself to walk over anyway.

The backseat looked ridiculously cramped with all the extra stuff pushed in. There was barely room for one person, let alone two.

I hesitated at the open door, dress riding up my thighs a little as I climbed in. “This is so stupid,” I whispered under my breath.

Zane shifted his legs apart to make space and patted his thigh once. “C’mon. I don’t bite. Unless you ask nicely.”

“Zane!” Mom scolded from the front but she was laughing too, already buckling up.

I swallowed hard and turned around, backing up slowly.

The second my soft round ass lowered onto his lap, I felt it. His c**k was already half-hard, thick and heavy, pressing right up between my cheeks through his shorts and my thin panties.

The dress did almost nothing to block the feeling. It nestled there warm and insistent, the thick ridge of it splitting my ass cheeks slightly as my weight settled fully.

I stiffened instantly, breath catching in my throat. “Zane…” I whispered, barely audible.

His large hands came up and rested casually on my hips, fingers splaying out to “steady” me. They felt hot through the thin fabric of my dress. “Relax, Chloe. Just getting comfortable back here,” he murmured close to my ear, voice low enough that only I could hear over the music Mom just turned on.

The engine roared to life and the car started moving down the driveway.

Loud rock music blasted from the front, covering any chance of normal conversation with the parents.

Derek was already singing along badly while Mom laughed at him.

I tried to shift forward a little but Zane’s hands tightened on my hips, pulling me back down firmly so my ass pressed even harder onto his growing c**k.

It throbbed once beneath me, thickening more as it pushed up between my cheeks.

“f**k,” I breathed, so quietly I almost didn’t hear it myself.

My p***y gave an unwanted little flutter at the dirty contact, warmth spreading between my legs even as my mind screamed at me to move.

Zane leaned in closer, his breath brushing the back of my neck. “You feel that, don’t you? That’s what happens when a pretty girl in a tiny dress sits right on my d**k for hours. You're gonna squirm the whole ride or what?”

My face burned. I gripped the seat in front of me with one hand, trying to keep still.

“This is so wrong,”

I whispered back, but my voice sounded shaky, not convincing at all. “You’re my stepbrother now. We can’t… your d**k is literally between my ass cheeks right now.”

He gave a quiet chuckle, the sound vibrating through his chest into my back.

One of his thumbs started stroking slow circles on my hip bone. “Family road trip rules are different.

And you’re the one who sat down so nice and slow. Felt that soft ass spread around me the second you lowered yourself. s**t’s already getting me hard as fuck.”

I bit my lip hard, trying not to make any noise.

Every tiny bump in the road made my body rock against him, sliding my ass along the thick length of his c**k.

It kept swelling, getting hotter and heavier, the head nudging up higher between my cheeks until I could almost feel the shape of it clearly through the thin layers.

My n*****s tightened against my bra and I hated how my body was reacting.

A slow wet heat was building in my p***y, panties starting to stick to me a little. “Stop talking like that,” I whispered, but I didn’t try to move off him. “Mom and Derek are right there.”

“They can’t hear s**t over the music,” Zane replied, his voice rougher now.

His hands slid a tiny bit lower, fingers brushing the top of my bare thighs where the dress had ridden up.

“You’re getting wet already, aren’t you? I can feel the heat coming off your little p***y through your panties.

That tight ass keeps clenching around my c**k every time we hit a bump.”

I squeezed my eyes shut for a second, a rush of dirty shame mixing with unwanted excitement. “God, Zane… you’re such an asshole,” I breathed, but my hips gave the smallest involuntary roll, pressing down harder on his throbbing d**k.

He groaned softly near my ear, so low it sent goosebumps down my arms. “That’s it. Just a little grind.

No one has to know how much your stepbrother’s c**k is turning you on right now.

We’ve got hours like this, Chloe. Hours of your soft ass warming my d**k while you try to pretend you’re not dripping for it.”

The car hit a small pothole and I bounced lightly on his lap, my ass cheeks jiggling around the thick shaft trapped between them.

His c**k twitched hard, now fully hard and pushing insistently against me.

I let out a tiny shaky breath, heart pounding. “This is so f****d up,” I whispered, but part of me already knew the long drive had only just started, and I wasn’t sure how much longer I could keep pretending I hated every second of it.

Zane’s fingers flexed on my hips again, pulling me tighter against him as the music blasted louder and the road stretched out ahead.