Emma's POV
The cold morning air touched my bare skin, sending a light shiver through me, as I stood by the living room window. I was still half-asleep, my body aching in places I couldn't name. Last night was gone in a blur, but the memories of the hot bath, our slick skin, and the terrifyingly huge stretch of Jake’s ten-inch cock still stuck to my head. I could still feel the sensations I felt when his huge cock entered my pussy.
I had gone downstairs minutes ago, wearing nothing but a pair of tiny, lace panties. My sleep shorts were still upstairs, probably damp and discarded on the bathroom floor alongside our wet towels. I didn't bother to put on a bra or even a shirt. I just needed to get down to the kitchen, grab a glass of water, and maybe start cleaning up the disaster we had made of the living room before I let the reality of what we had done fully set in.
I turned away from the window, intending to head toward the kitchen, but the moment I stepped into the doorway, I froze.
Jake was standing there.
He was leaning against the wall, his tall, muscular frame completely blocking the exit. He had nothing on, but a pair of loose gray sweatpants that hung too dangerously low on his hips, and at that point, my eyes betrayed me. Multiple times even when I tried to control it. It immediately darted down to the massive bulge of his cock peeking through his shorts. It was already hard, thick and heavy.
My pussy heated up instantly when I saw his cock grow longer. He was turned on already all because of me, and I knew it.
My heart banged heavily, as I squeezed my hands and toes, trying to restrict myself from coming. He must not see me this way. Getting turned on right in the front of him.
Instinct took over before my brain could react. My hands flew up to my chest, my arms crossing tightly over my bare breasts, hiding my hard, highly sensitive nipples from his dark, intense gaze. My breath hitched in my throat, a sudden wave of panic washing over me.
Oh my god, he’s looking right at me. I’m completely naked, I thought.
But then, as I stood there panting, the memories of last night retuned.
I remembered the way his rough, firm hands had gripped my ass. I remembered the sensations I felt when he had his fingers deep inside my wet, creampied pussy, stretching me open while his mouth latched on my clit in the shower. I remembered how I had literally bent over the couch, begging him to split me open, and how I had eagerly sucked his thick cum right off his shaft, tasting our combined release without a single feeling of shame.
Then, it clicked.
Why the hell was I covering myself? I thought, a sudden, rush of heat surging through my pussy. He already saw every single part of me. He’s claimed every single part of my body.
Slowly, deliberately, I let my arms fall back down to my sides. I stood tall, exposing my full, round breasts to him. My nipples instantly puckered, hardening under his hot gaze. I felt incredibly vulnerable, my skin burning under his gaze, but there was a sick, addictive thrill in letting him look at me like this.
The silence between us sickening. Neither of us moved. I shifted my position awkwardly from one foot to the other, my wet slit rubbing against the thin lace of my panties, reminding me that I was still leaking a tiny bit of his dried cum from the night before.
I swallowed hard, my throat feeling incredibly dry. I needed to speak. I needed to say something to break the tension before we ended up ripping each other's clothes off again, because God knows my body was practically screaming for it.
“Jake…” I called out, like he wasn't he front of me.
He didn’t answer. He just kept his eyes locked on mine, his nostrils flaring slightly as he took a deep, slow breath.
“I…” I took a step back, my thighs pressing tightly together to try and stop the sudden, throbbing ache between my legs. “I’m sorry about yesterday. All of it. It was my fault.”
A tiny flicker of emotion crossed his handsome face, his eyebrows drawing together slightly. But he still didn't say a word, forcing me to keep going. This was the only way I knew I could end every sexual interactions with him.
But come to think of it, what if Dad and Mom's finds out? In swear they're going to kill me. They'll know I seduced him first, and if you're asking why, it's simply because they've seen me.
They've seen me moving around on the short skimpy underwear that whenever they asked about it, I'll tell them it's just an underwear, nothing else, and besides, we're at home.
And maybe they trusted me enough that they stopped asking. I was something, not everything, while living with my parents.
“I’m sorry for seducing you,” I whispered, looking down at the floor, unable to hold his intense gaze any longer.
“I know I was the one wearing those tight shorts, and… and doing things to get your attention. I shouldn't have crossed that line. We’re stepsister and stepbrother, Jake. Mom and Dad already warned me about this, and If they ever found out… oh my god, it would literally kill them.”
I looked back up at him, my eyes wide with a sudden panic. “Please, Jake. You can’t tell them. You can't let them know what we did. We have to keep this a secret. It was just… a mistake. A really, really crazy mistake because we were left alone, and I didn't know what came over me. Please promise me you won't say anything.”
Jake’s expression darkened instantly. The relaxed, lazy posture he had been holding disappeared, replaced by a stiff intensity. He took a slow step toward me, his bare feet making no sound on the floor.