Emma’s POV
I never meant for it to happen.
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 would stand in the gap for my parents and teach me right from wrong. But instead, he became the man whose huge cock I couldn’t get enough of.
It started innocently enough. Mom and Dad were away for a two-week vacation, leaving the house empty except for us. I was 19 and had returned home from college for the summer. Jake had just broken up with his girlfriend over some issues he would only give mumbled responses about whenever I asked. I knew he was definitely the problem.
Then it started. Maybe it was the tension of being locked up in the house with him that began to build. At first, I thought it was all because we were just seeing each other after being away for a long time, or maybe because I wouldn’t stop noticing him everywhere. Until I caught myself stealing glances at him during his gym sessions, licking my lips whenever he walked 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 hugged the full shape of my pussy, just to see if he’d look. I knew at this point, even without anyone telling me, that I was already crossing the line and needed to stop. But I couldn’t. I was addicted. I even went as far as fingering myself whenever he was around.
Yes, I did all of that. I’m sure you have no idea how his cock was driving me crazy. I had seen it on many occasions.
One of the days I’ll never forget was last summer. His girlfriend came over, and while he fucked her, my dirty instincts prompted me to check on them. I wanted to stay in my room, but I couldn’t resist when I heard the sounds of her moans. It wasn’t normal. It was the kind of sound you only hear when a huge cock, a really huge cock, is splitting a pussy open. I left my room without thinking. When I got to his door, I peeped through the keyhole, and that was when I saw it. His cock. Huge. Mighty. Monstrous. I had to cover my mouth to stop myself from screaming, using my other hand to hold the first one in place. It was that serious. How the fuck was he keeping something that huge between his legs? I thought.
Since then, I’ve been nursing my feelings for him, which are plainly sexual. No sibling love or anything like that.
This night, I lay on my bed running my hands through my hair. I couldn’t sleep. I was horny as fuck. My pussy was slick and leaking, even after I had fingered myself multiple times. It didn’t help at all. Not even a bit. I tried using a vibrator, but nothing came close to what a real cock, Jake’s cock, would do to my pussy.
The thought of him probably lying naked on his bed made my fingers slip between my legs again. My mind wasn’t helping. It kept picturing us together: his cock in my pussy, in my mouth, all kinds of dirty stuff and crazy scenarios.
When the room started feeling too hot and I realized I couldn’t take it any longer, I went downstairs to get some water. I hoped it would soothe the dryness in my throat. I took a second glass, and it somehow tasted like cum, Jake’s cum. I drank it up, licking the sides of the cup, moaning his name while my hands unconsciously moved down to work my pussy. My fingers moved fast, making me cum all over the kitchen floor.
I felt a bit of relief as the ache in my pussy slowly faded. I leaned against the counter, staring into space until my eyes started to feel heavy.
I headed back to my room, taking deliberate steps so I wouldn’t fall. I had stayed in the kitchen for over an hour just staring, so you can understand how intoxicating sleep felt.
While on the stairs, I heard something. I paused to listen, my eyes widening. It was an unusual whimpering sound I couldn’t quite name.
I traced it to the living room and went down, taking slow and deliberate steps. When I reached the living room doorway, I froze.
I saw something I didn’t get to see every day. It was Jake, my stepbrother.
He sat on the couch with his pants around his ankles, stroking the biggest cock I had ever seen in my life. It was thick, veiny, easily ten inches and still growing harder in his hand. The head was fat and leaking pre-cum. Trust me, this wasn’t the cock I had caught him with the other day. Yes, he was huge before, but not like this. It had grown rock hard now, his hands unable to fully cover its length.
My pussy clenched instantly, soaking my panties. I stared at his length and stepped closer for a full view.
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 that? My throat tightened and my breath grew hot. Maybe I should have run back to my room, but instead, unconsciously, I nodded and walked toward him, my thighs pressing together.
“It’s… really huge.” The words escaped my lips before I could stop them.
He chuckled and stroked it slowly, his eyes turning dark. “Come here.”
I did without even thinking. I sat on the couch beside him, unable to take my eyes off his monstrous cock. He reached over, slid his hand under my tiny sleep shorts, and found me dripping.
“Fuck, you’re soaked,” he growled. “Been thinking about this cock all day, haven’t you?”
I nodded, whimpering as his thick fingers rubbed my swollen clit. He pushed two fingers inside me, stretching me, and I moaned loudly. “Jake… please…”
He fingered me slowly, letting his fingers go deep, curling them against my G-spot while his thumb worked my clit. “Tell me what you want, sis.”
“Your cock,” 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 cock swinging heavily 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-cum coating my tongue. I bobbed as best I could, gagging when he pushed deeper, tears pricking my eyes. Jake groaned, his hand in my hair, fucking my face slowly.
“Such a good little cocksucker. My stepsister’s mouth feels better than I imagined.”
His cock fucked my mouth faster until I felt warm liquid flood my mouth. He pulled me off, strings of cum connecting my lips to his cock, 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… fuck me. Stretch my tight pussy 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 against my clit, the couch creaking under us.
“Fuck, 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 fucked me through it, deeper and harder, one hand slapping my ass until it turned red while the other rubbed my clit.
“Gonna fill this pussy,” he grunted. “Gonna breed my little stepsister.”
“Yes! Cum inside me!” I cried.
He roared and slammed deep, flooding me with hot cum. Load after load pumped into me until it leaked out around his cock and ran down my thighs.
He slowed down a bit, grinding his cock 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 cum-covered cock clean, tasting our combined release, my pussy 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.