The house was dead quiet except for the faint hum of the AC. Everyone else was asleep. Or pretending to be.
She’d waited until 2:17 a.m. before slipping out of her room in just an oversized T-shirt — no bra, no panties, thighs already sticky from the dirty thoughts that kept her awake. She padded barefoot down the hallway, heart hammering, and pushed his door open without knocking.
He was awake. Of course he was. Lying on his back in nothing but gray boxer briefs, cock already thick and heavy against his thigh, like he’d been expecting her.
“You’re late,” he said, voice low and rough.
“Shut up.” She locked the door behind her. “Mom almost caught me last time because you couldn’t keep your fucking mouth shut.”
He smirked, palming himself through the fabric. “Then get over here and put that smart mouth to better use, little sis.”
She hated how wet that made her.
She climbed onto the bed, straddling his thighs. He didn’t wait — hands shot under her shirt, grabbing handfuls of her bare ass and spreading her open. Two thick fingers slid straight into her dripping cunt, no warning, no teasing.
“Jesus fuck,” he groaned. “You’re soaked already. Been playing with this pussy thinking about your step-brother’s dick?”
“Shut up and fuck me,” she hissed, grinding down on his fingers. “I’m not here to talk.”
He yanked his boxers down just enough for his cock to spring free — long, veiny, already leaking at the tip. She didn’t bother with foreplay. She lined him up, sank down in one slow, burning slide until her ass met his hips and he bottomed out so deep she felt him in her stomach.
“Fuuuck,” they both groaned at the same time.
She started riding him hard — no gentle rocking, just filthy, desperate bounces that made the headboard tap the wall. He clamped a hand over her mouth to muffle her moans.
“Quiet, slut,” he growled against her ear. “You want Mom to hear you getting railed by your own step-brother?”
She bit his palm in answer, then clenched her cunt around him so tight he cursed under his breath.
He flipped them suddenly — pinned her face-down on the mattress, ass up, one hand fisted in her hair, the other spreading her cheeks. He slammed back inside, brutal, punishing strokes that made her toes curl and her eyes roll back.
“Take it,” he snarled, spanking her ass hard enough to leave a handprint. “Take every fucking inch like the needy little whore you are.”
She pushed back against him, meeting every thrust, whimpering into the pillow. “Harder—fuck—don’t stop—gonna come—”
He reached under her, found her clit, rubbed messy circles while he pounded her into the mattress. Her whole body locked up, thighs shaking, cunt spasming around his cock like it was trying to milk him dry.
“That’s it,” he rasped. “Come all over your step-brother’s dick. Let me feel it.”
She came so hard she saw white, biting the pillow to keep from screaming his name. He didn’t slow down — fucked her through the aftershocks until she was oversensitive and trembling, then pulled out and flipped her onto her back.
“Open,” he ordered.
She did — mouth wide, tongue out — and he stroked himself twice before unloading thick, hot ropes across her tongue, her lips, her flushed cheeks. Some landed on her tits, dripping down the T-shirt. She swallowed what was in her mouth, then dragged two fingers through the mess on her face and sucked them clean while staring straight into his eyes.
He collapsed beside her, breathing hard.
“You’re gonna kill me one of these nights,” he muttered.
She rolled onto her side, still sticky and leaking his cum, and smirked.
“Good. Then you can’t tell anyone I’m the one who keeps sneaking in here.”
She slipped out of bed, fixed her shirt just enough to cover the evidence, and paused at the door.
“Tomorrow night,” she whispered. “Your turn to come to my room. And bring the handcuffs this time.”
He grinned in the dark.
“Deal, sis.”
Door clicked shut.
House stayed quiet.
For now.
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