Ruin Me, Stepsister (an Erotica Novel Collection)

Emma's POV I never meant for it to happen. Not like this. Especially not with my stepbrother, Jake — the tall, ripped, 28-year-old man who had moved back home after college while I was still finishing my last year. He was supposed to be the annoying older guy who teased me about my short skirts and told me to study more. He was supposed to be the man who will stand in the gap for my parents to teach me what was right and what was wrong. But Instead, he became the man whose huge c**k I couldn't get enough of. It started innocently though. Mom and Dad were away for a two-week vacation, leaving the house empty except for us. I was 19, and returned home from college for the summer, and Jake had just broken up with his girlfriend over some issues he'd only give mumbled responses when I asked. I knew he was definitely the problem. Then it started. Maybe it was the tension of being locked up in a house with him that began to build. At first, I thought it was all because we were just seeing eachother after being away for a long time, or maybe because I wouldn't stop seeing him anywhere I was, untill I caught myself stealing glances at him during his gym session, licking my little fingers whenever he was walking around shirtless with that massive bulge in his sweatpants. That was still normal right? Maybe to me, but that didn't end there. I found myself intentionally wearing tight shorts that was enough to show the full pack of my p***y, just to see if he’d look. I know at this point, even without anyone telling me, I was already crossing the lines and needed to stop, but no, I couldn't, cause I was now addicted. I even went further to fingering myself whenever he was around me. Yes, I did all of that. I'm sure you have no idea how his c**k was driving me crazy. I had seen it on many occasions. One of the days I wouldn't forget was last summer. So his girlfriend came to the house and while he f****d her, my dirty instincts promoted me to check on them. I wanted to stay back in my room, but i couldn't resist when I heard the sounds of her moans. It wasn't normal. It was the type we only got to hear when a huge c**k, like really huge c**k was splitting a p***y open. I left my room without thinking, and when I got to his door, I peeped through the door-hole, and that was when I saw it. His c**k. Huge. Mighty and monstrous. I had to cover my mouth from screaming, and use my other hand to hold the hand covering my mouth. It was that serious. How the f**k was he keeping something that huge in between his legs? I thought. Since then, I've been nursing my feelings for him, which are plainly s****l, no sibling love or whatever. This night, I layed on my bed roaming my hands through my hair, I couldn’t sleep. I was horny as f**k. My p***y was slick and leaking of orgasm, after I fingered myself multiple times, which didn't help at all. Not even a bit. I tried using a vibrator, all of which wasn't close to what a real c**k, Jake's c**k, would do to my p***y. The thought of him probably on the bed of his room maybe, naked, just maybe, made my fingers slip between my legs again. And my mind wasn't helping it. It started picturing us together, his c**k in my p***y, my mouth, just dirty stuffs, and crazy scenarios in my head. When I felt the room felt too hot and I realized I couldn't take it any longer, I went downstairs to get water. I believe that would be able to soothe the dryness forming in my throat. I took a second glass of water and it kind of tasted like c*m, Jake's c*m. I drank up, licking the tip of the cup round, moaning his name, while my hands unconsciously moved to work my p***y. My hands worked my p***y fast, making me c*m all over the floor. I felt a bit of relief, the ache in my p***y reducing gradually. I leaned against the counter, staring into the air till I felt my eyes turn clogged. I headed back to my room, talking deliberate steps to stop myself from falling. I stayed in the kitchen for over hour and just stared throughout, so you should understand how intoxicatingly sleep felt. While on the stairs, I heard something. I paused to listen to where the sounds were coming from, my eyes widening. It was an unusual voice whimpering, and making sound I could not name. I traced it to the living room and went down, taking slow and deliberate steps. On getting to the living room doorway, I froze. I saw something. Something I didn't get to see everyday. It was Jake, my stepbrother. He sat on the couch, his pants around his ankles, stroking the biggest c**k I had ever seen in my life. It was thick, veiny, easily 10 inches and still growing harder in his hand. The head was fat and leaking pre-c*m. Trust me, this wasn't the c**k I caught him with the other day. Yes he was huge from the last time, but not this. It had grown really hard now, his hands unable to cover his full length. My p***y clenched instantly, soaking my panties. I stared at his length, stepping closer to have a full glance of it. He looked up and saw me. Instead of stopping or covering himself, he smirked. “Like what you see, little sis?” My eyes almost popped out. Why was he asking me such a question? My throat tightened and my breath turned hot. Maybe I should have ran to my room without thinking, but instead, unconsciously, I nodded my head, walking towards him, my thighs pressing together. “It’s… really huge.” Those words escaped my lips before I could control them. He chuckled and stroked it slowly, his eyes suddenly turning dark. “Come here.” I did without even thinking. I sat on the couch beside him, unable to take my eyes off his monstrous c**k. He reached over, slid his hand under my tiny sleep shorts, and found me dripping. “f**k, you’re soaked,” he growled. “Been thinking about this c**k all day, haven’t you?” I nodded, whimpering as his thick fingers rubbed my swollen c**t. He pushed two fingers inside me, stretching me, and I moaned loud. “Jake… please…” He fingered me slowly, letting his fingers go deep inside me, curling them against my g-spot while his thumb worked my c**t. “Tell me what you want, sis.” “Your c**k,” I gasped. “I want to feel it.” He pulled his fingers out, shiny with my juices, and brought them to my mouth. I sucked them clean like a good girl. Then he stood up, his massive c**k swinging heavy between his legs, and pulled me to my knees. “Suck it.” I did. I could barely fit the head in my mouth. It stretched my lips wide, the salty pre-c*m coating my tongue. I bobbed as best I could, gagging when he pushed deeper, tears pricking my eyes. Jake groaned, hand in my hair, f*****g my face slowly. “Such a good little cocksucker. My stepsister’s mouth feels better than I imagined.” His c**k f****d my mouth faster until I felt warm liquid flood my mouth. He pulled me off, strings of c*m connecting my lips to his c**k, and bent me over the couch. He rubbed that fat head up and down my soaked slit, teasing my entrance. “Beg for it.” “Please, Jake… f**k me. Stretch my tight p***y with your huge cock.” He slammed in. I screamed. The stretch was insane — burning, full, overwhelming. He was so deep I felt him in my stomach. He didn’t give me time to adjust. He started pounding me hard, his balls slapping my c**t, the couch creaking under us. “f**k, you’re tight,” he growled. “This little cunt is gripping me so good.” I came hard within minutes, squirting around his thick shaft as he railed me. He didn’t stop. He f****d me through it, deeper, harder, one hand slapping my ass till it turned red and his finger made marks on me, while the other rubbed my c**t. “Gonna fill this p***y,” he grunted. “Gonna breed my little stepsister.” “Yes! c*m inside me!” I cried. He roared and slammed deep, flooding me with hot release of c*m. Load after load pumped into me until it leaked out around his c**k and ran down my thighs. He slowed down a bit, grinding his c**k inside me and pushing his seed deeper. Then he pulled out with a wet pop and spun me around, pushing me to my knees again. “Clean it up.” he growled. I sucked his c*m-covered c**k clean, tasting our release, my p***y still throbbing and leaking. That was just the beginning and I was already addicted. And we still had thirteen more days alone in the house.