I NEED MORE OF YOU OLIVER!!!

Lena's POV

Julian’s footsteps faded down the hallway as he went to pick up mom, the door clicking shut behind him.

The room felt charged, heavy with anticipation. Oliver’s eyes locked on mine, dark and full of wicked patience. He didn’t pounce. Instead, he stepped closer, slow, like he had all the time in the world now that we were alone.

“On the bed, Leena,” he murmured, voice low and rough. “Lie back. Let me look at you.”

I obeyed, heart hammering as I stretched out on my sheets.

He climbed over me, still fully dressed except for the shorts he’d shoved down earlier. His hands started at my shoulders, tracing down my arms, then over my ribs, avoiding where I wanted him most.

Every touch was deliberate, teasing. He kissed along my collarbone, sucking lightly on the sensitive skin until I arched up, chasing more.

“Oliver… please,” I whispered, already squirming.

He chuckled against my neck, breath hot. “Not yet, little sis. You're gonna feel exactly how bad you need me.”

His mouth moved lower, lips brushing the swell of my breasts but never quite taking my nipples.

He licked slow circles around one, then the other, blowing cool air over the wet trails until they ached, tight and begging.

I threaded my fingers through his hair, trying to guide him, but he pinned my wrists above my head with one strong hand.

“Beg for it,” he said, eyes gleaming as he finally sucked one nipple into his mouth.

The wet heat made me gasp, back bowing off the bed. He alternated, suckling deep, tongue flicking, then gentle bites that sent sparks straight to my core.

My thighs pressed together, slick and needy, but he kept his body just out of reach.

“Oliver, fuck…touch me. I need it. Pleaseee ...” I begged.

“Not enough,” he teased, switching to the other nipple while his free hand skimmed down my stomach, stopping just above my mound.

He traced lazy patterns on my inner thighs, getting closer and closer to my dripping pussy without giving me what I craved.

I bucked my hips, desperate, but he held me down.

“Tell me how much you want my cock,” he growled, sucking harder on my nipple until I moaned loudly.”

“Mmmmmmmmm….ohhhhh……fuckkkkk” were the only words coming out of my mouth.

“I want it so bad….please, Oliver. I’ll do anything. Just fuck me.”

He grinned against my skin and finally released my wrists. “Good girl. Now open that pretty mouth.”

I did, eager.

Oliver knelt beside my head, gripping his thick cock and rubbing the leaking tip across my lips. Then he pushed in slowly at first, letting me taste him, swirling my tongue around the head.

But the patience broke, he thrust deeper, hitting the back of my throat. I gagged a little, eyes watering, but the fullness turned me on even more.

He face-fucked me with steady, controlled strokes, one hand tangled in my hair, the other reaching down to finally cup my soaked pussy.

“Fuck, your mouth feels incredible,” he groaned, hips rocking. Saliva dripped down my chin as he went deeper, faster, using my throat while two thick fingers suddenly plunged into me.

I cried out around his cock, the dual sensation overwhelming. His fingers curled inside, stroking that perfect spot while his thumb circled my clit in firm, relentless pressure.

He kept thrusting into my mouth, groaning every time I swallowed around him. My hips rocked wildly against his hand, chasing the building pressure.

He pulled out of my mouth with a wet pop, strings of saliva connecting us, and moved down my body.

His mouth replaced his fingers, tongue lapping at my folds, sucking my clit while he pumped three fingers deep and fast.

Nipples still tingling from his earlier attention, I was a writhing mess, begging incoherently.

“Oliver…..ahhhhh…..please, I need your cock inside me. Fuck me, ruin me…..mmmmm…”

“Your wish is my command, lil sis”

Oliver yanked my shorts and panties down in one tug, kicking my legs wider. No teasing. He gripped my hips and drove into me in one brutal thrust, burying himself balls-deep.

“Shit….Lena,” he hissed. “So fucking tight.”

I moaned loud, pushing back to meet his next thrust. He set a punishing pace right away, hips slapping against my ass, cock hitting deep with every stroke.

The wet sounds filled the room,filthy, loud. His hand cracked across my ass cheek, the sting blooming into heat.

“Harder,” I gasped, fisting the sheets. “Oliver, fuck me like you mean it.”

He laughed low and dark, grabbing a fistful of my hair and yanking my head back.

The new angle made his cock drag against that perfect spot inside me over and over. His other hand reached around, fingers finding my clit and rubbing fast circles.

“You love this, don’t you? Getting railed by your stepbrother while Dad’s with ur sick mom” He slammed in deeper, grinding. “Bet you’d take us both at the same time. Greedy little whore.”

The words sent me spiraling. Pleasure coiled tight in my belly. I clenched around him, thighs shaking. Oliver’s thrusts turned erratic, faster, sweat dripping onto my back.

“Come for me,” he ordered, pinching my clit. “Now.”

I exploded, crying out his name as my pussy pulsed hard around his cock. Stars burst behind my eyes.

Oliver cursed, burying himself deep and pumping hot cum inside me, hips jerking as he filled me up.

We collapsed sideways onto the bed, him still buried in me, breathing ragged. His arm wrapped around my waist, possessive, lips brushing my neck.

Then, I heard car a sound approaching and i knew it was them.

“Oliver, they're back.”