Ohh my brother's dick!(3)

Chapter 3: The First Claim

My knees hit the hardwood before I could talk myself out of it.

The living room was dark except for the low lamp in the corner. Damien sat on the wide leather couch like a king on his throne, legs spread, sweatpants tented obscenely, eyes locked on me with raw hunger. My heart slammed so hard I felt it in my throat. In my pussy. Between my legs I was a dripping mess.

I looked up at him, trembling.

“I’m your little sister…” My voice cracked. Wetness slid down my inner thigh. “And I belong to you.”

The words tasted filthy and forbidden. And they made my clit throb so violently I almost came untouched.

Damien’s jaw flexed. A low growl rumbled in his chest. “Say it again.”

“I’m your little sister and I belong to you,” I whispered, louder this time. My nipples were aching points under my thin tank top. My pussy clenched around nothing, desperate to be filled by the man who was never supposed to touch me.

He reached down, fisted my hair roughly, and pulled my face toward the massive bulge in his sweatpants.

“Then open that pretty mouth and prove it.”

I didn’t hesitate. My hands shook as I tugged his waistband down. His cock sprang free, thick, veined, heavy, the head already glistening. Bigger than any toy I’d ever used. My mouth watered instantly.

I took him in. The salty taste of his skin hit my tongue and I moaned around him like a slut. Damien groaned, hips bucking forward, pushing deeper until he hit the back of my throat. Tears sprang to my eyes but I didn’t pull back. I sucked harder, hollowing my cheeks, letting drool spill down my chin while my pussy dripped onto the floor beneath me.

“Fuck, Ellie… look at you. My perfect little sister choking on step-brother cock.” His grip in my hair tightened. “You were made for this.”

He fucked my face for long minutes, slow then rough, using my throat like a toy. Every thrust made fresh slick run down my thighs. My clit was swollen and neglected, pulsing in time with his movements.

Suddenly he pulled me off with a wet pop. Spit connected my swollen lips to his cock. He yanked me up, spun me around, and bent me over the arm of the couch.

With no warning, he shoved my tank top up, ripped my soaked panties to the side, and slammed into me in one brutal thrust.

I screamed.

The stretch burned so good and deep. My walls fluttered wildly around his thickness, trying to adjust but failing. He didn’t give me time. He gripped my hips and started pounding, hard, fast, unforgiving.

“Take it,” he growled, one hand wrapping around my throat from behind. “Take every inch of your step-brother’s cock.”

“Yes…fuck…yes,” I gasped. My pussy made obscene wet sounds with every thrust. My breasts bounced against the couch. Pleasure coiled tight and vicious in my belly.

He leaned over me, teeth grazing my ear. “Gonna fill this forbidden little cunt. Pump you so full you might get knocked up by your own step-brother. You want that, don’t you?”

The words should have terrified me. Instead they made me come instantly.

My orgasm crashed through me like lightning. I clenched around him, squirting messily down his balls, moaning his name like a prayer. Damien cursed, fucking me harder through it, chasing his own release.

He buried himself to the hilt and came with a deep groan. Thick, hot ropes of cum flooded me pulse after pulse, so much it leaked out around his cock and ran down my thighs. He kept grinding, pushing it deeper, like he really was trying to breed me.

We stayed like that, panting. His cock still twitching inside me. His hand loosened on my throat but stayed there possessively.

After a minute he pulled out slowly. I whimpered at the emptiness. Cum poured out of me onto the floor. I felt ruined. Claimed. Perfect.

Damien turned me around gently, almost tenderly. He kissed my forehead, then my swollen lips, tasting himself on me.

“You did good, baby,” he murmured. “But this is just the beginning.”

He carried me to the couch and held me against his chest while I caught my breath. His fingers lazily stroked through the mess between my legs, pushing his cum back inside me.

Then he reached into his bag and pulled out a small hidden camera.

“Protection,” he said simply, mounting it on the shelf across from my bed later that night. “I need to watch you when I’m not here. Every touch. Every time you think about me and get wet.”

I should have protested.

Instead I lay there, thighs still trembling, pussy full of his cum, already wondering when he’d take me again.

I was ruined.

And I couldn’t fucking wait for more.