Lily’s POV
He sat there for another minute, maybe longer.
Then he stood. His sneakers moved toward the desk. I heard the soft scrape of the chair, the click of the laptop opening. My stomach dropped. If he noticed the drive was missing, or if the laptop had been left at a slightly different angle, or if the drawer wasn’t closed the way he remembered—
He typed something. The keys clicked. A few seconds later the laptop closed again. He moved around the room once more, quieter now. I tracked his feet as they went to the door.
The door opened. Then Closed.
His footsteps faded down the hallway.
I still didn’t move. Not for a long time. My muscles ached from staying so still. Dust had settled against my cheek. The flash drive was damp from how tightly I’d been holding it. Every second under that bed stretched. I counted my breaths in and out, listening for any sign he might double back. The house stayed quiet except for the distant sound of a door somewhere else.
Eventually I edged forward an inch at a time until I could see that the room was empty. I crawled out carefully, legs stiff, heart still racing. The bedroom looked almost exactly as it had before—bed slightly more rumpled, laptop shut, drawer closed. I stood there for a second, flash drive clutched against my chest, listening hard for any sign he was coming back.
I should have run.
Instead, my eyes locked on the thick ropes of cum glistening on his bed.
White….
And creamy
The scent was musky and masculine, pure Ethan. It hit me harder than I expected, curling low in my stomach and making the ache between my legs return with a vengeance.
I stared at it longer than I should have, remembering the way he’d groaned my name while he stroked himself just minutes ago.
The last time I’d tasted cock was months ago—at Ivy’s birthday party.
Her older brother had taken my virginity in the guest room, then fucked my throat until I gagged and swallowed every drop.
The memory made my clit pulse. I could still remember the salt of it, the way my eyes had watered, the way he’d held my hair.
It had been messy and rushed and nothing like the slow, obsessive way Ethan said my name through the wall every night.
I couldn’t stop myself.
I reached out, then scooped a generous portion of his cum onto my fingers, and brought it to my mouth.
Salty.
Thick.
Addictive.
I licked it clean, my eyes fluttering shut as I savored my stepbrother’s taste. It coated my tongue and slid down my throat, and the wrongness of it only made my thighs press together harder. My pussy clenched hard around nothing.
Fuck, I’m so screwed.
I wiped my fingers on my shorts and slipped out of his room like a ghost, his flash drive still burning a hole in my pocket.
*
As soon as I entered my room, I shut the door, locked it, and leaned against it, staring at the small black drive in my hand. I should have put it back. I should have never taken it in the first place. Instead I sat on the edge of my bed, still wet, still shaky, and turned the flash drive over between my fingers while the memory of his voice saying my name under his breath played on a loop in my head.
The taste of him was still on my tongue. My shorts were sticking uncomfortably between my legs. Every time I shifted, the fabric dragged against my swollen clit and sent another spark of need through me. I set the flash drive on the nightstand and stared at it for a long second, my heart still racing from how close I’d come to being caught.
I couldn’t stop thinking about the way the mattress had creaked above me. The sound of his zipper. The low, rough way he’d said *Lily* while he stroked himself, completely unaware I was right underneath him. The memory alone made fresh wetness slick my folds.
I lay back on the bed, staring at the ceiling. My hand slid down almost without permission, slipping under the waistband of my shorts. I was soaked—embarrassingly soaked.
My fingers glided easily through the slick heat, and I bit my lip hard to keep quiet.
I circled my clit slowly at first, teasing myself with light pressure while I replayed everything. The videos on his drive. The girls who looked like me. The way he’d fucked his fist to my name. The warm, salty taste of his cum still lingering in my mouth.
A soft whimper escaped me. I pressed harder, rubbing tighter circles as the ache built. Two fingers slid lower, dipping into my entrance just enough to feel the stretch before dragging the wetness back up to my clit. My hips lifted off the mattress of their own accord.
I imagined it was him instead of my hand. Imagined him finding me under the bed, dragging me out, and finally doing something about the months of moaning my name through the wall. The fantasy came too easily—his weight, his voice, the thick cock I’d only ever felt through layers of fabric and distance.
My fingers moved faster. The wet sounds of how soaked I was filled the quiet room. I curled them inside myself, searching for that spot that made my thighs tremble, while my thumb kept steady pressure on my clit. Heat coiled low and tight in my belly. My free hand fisted the sheets.
“Ethan…” I whispered, the name slipping out before I could stop it.
The orgasm hit harder than I expected. My back arched, legs shaking as pleasure rolled through me in strong, pulsing waves. I kept rubbing myself through it, biting down on a pillow to muffle the broken sounds I couldn’t fully hold back. My pussy clenched around my fingers over and over until the intensity finally eased into sensitive aftershocks.
I lay there breathing hard, hand still between my legs, shorts shoved halfway down my thighs.
I hid the drive in my top drawer under a stack of notebooks. My reflection in the mirror still looked flushed and guilty.
**** At night****
I was barely able to sleep when the front door open, then Mom’s voice called everyone downstairs.
She was back…
“Movie night! Family bonding time.
No excuses!”
Great. Just what I needed after tasting my stepbrother’s cum earlier this morning…
I stood in front of my mirror for a second longer than necessary, checking that I didn’t look as wrecked as I felt. My cheeks were still flushed.
I had fingered myself till I smell of sex….
My shorts were damp enough that I almost changed them, then decided against it.
Changing would take time I didn’t have, and Mom’s voice was already getting louder.
Downstairs, the living room was already set up—dim lights, popcorn bowls, and the massive sectional couch.
Mark, my stepdad, was in his usual recliner, Mom curled up beside him with a glass of wine.
Kara, my new baby stepsister who had just turned eighteen, was scrolling on her phone with her usual bored expression. She barely glanced up when I walked in.
And then Ethan… he dropped onto the couch looking far too relaxed for someone who’d just jerked off to my name. His hair was still a little messy. His sweatpants hung low on his hips. He stretched one arm along the back of the couch like he owned the entire middle section. It was obvious he still jerk of to my name this evening again….
I tried to claim the far end, but Ethan was faster. He lunged for the middle spot, the one with the best view.
“Move, asshole,” I snapped, shoving his shoulder.
He grinned that cocky grin that always made my stomach flip. “Nah, you move, princess. I was here first.”
Kara scoffed loudly from the loveseat. “You two are so fucking annoying. Cat and rat since day one. Just sit already.”
Everyone chuckled, used to our constant bickering.
We’ve been fighting over everything—remote, snacks, even the dining chair—since Mom and Mark got married.
It was our thing.
I tried to walk away, but Ethan grabbed my wrist and yanked me back. Before I could protest, he sat down and pulled me straight onto his lap.
My big, soft ass landed right on his crotch. I gasped quietly. The contact was immediate and too much after everything that had already happened upstairs.
“Ethan!” I hissed, trying to push up.
He wrapped an arm around my waist, holding me in place. “Relax, Lil.”
Mom chuckled. “You two work it out. We’re starting Fifty Shades of Grey.”
“No, Mom…” Kara yelled. “It’s too romantic for family movie night….”
“Now I’m interested,” my stepdad muttered, and everybody chuckled.
*
Popcorn was passed around. Then the movie began.
The lights stayed low.
I squirmed, trying to find a comfortable position, but every movement made my ass grind against him. I felt it almost immediately—his cock twitching beneath me.
Thickening.
Growing.
By the time Christian Grey started tying up Anastasia on screen, Ethan was rock hard.
Nine inches of thick, throbbing stepbrother cock pressed right between my ass cheeks through his thin sweatpants.
I could feel the heat of him, the exact shape of the head, the way it pulsed whenever I shifted even slightly.
My shorts were soaked again. I couldn’t help it. I rocked my hips slowly, deliberately, letting my soft cheeks massage his length. The friction was maddening. Every slow circle sent a fresh wave of heat through me.
“Lily…” he breathed against my ear, so quiet only I could hear.
His hand slid under the throw blanket Mom had tossed over us, gripping my hip. “You’re driving me crazy.”
I glanced around.
Mom and Mark were focused on the movie.
Kara was half-asleep on her phone, the blue glow lighting her face. The room was dark enough now that the TV was the main light source.
I kept grinding, slow circles, feeling his cock throb and leak against me. My pussy was aching, my clit swollen and begging. The wet spot between us grew with every small movement.
Ethan’s breath hitched. “Fuck… I need to taste you. Let me taste that pussy, Lily. Just for a second. I’ll be quick.”
His fingers crept higher under the blanket, brushing the edge of my shorts. My heart raced.
We were right here in the living room with the whole family.
One wrong move and we’d be caught.
I leaned back against his chest, whispering over my shoulder, “A stepbrother shouldn’t know how I taste…”
The words sent a dirty thrill through both of us.
He groaned softly, hips bucking up to meet my grinding ass.
His cock was so hard it felt like steel.
I shifted just enough to let the thick head nudge against my soaked pussy through the thin fabric.
The pressure on my clit made me bite my lip to stay silent. I wanted more. I wanted less. I wanted him to stop before someone noticed and I also wanted him to keep going until I came right there on his lap.
“Please,” he begged in the lowest whisper, lips brushing my ear. “I’ve been jerking off to you for months. Let me taste it. I need it.”
I was losing control. My hips moved faster, grinding harder on his massive nine-inch cock.
The wet spot on his sweats grew as my juices soaked through. On screen, the movie played out loud moans and spanking sounds that perfectly masked our heavy breathing.
Every time the actors on the screen made noise, I used it as cover to press down harder.
His fingers slipped under my shorts, brushing my bare, dripping slit.
I nearly moaned out loud. He dragged one fingertip along me, slow and careful, gathering wetness before circling my clit once. My whole body tensed.
Then the couch creaked.
Mark turned his head slightly. “Are you okay, Lily?”
I froze.
Ethan’s fingers were about to slip into my pussy.
- End of Chapter -
