“Yeah,” Ethan answered smoothly, his voice a little rough. “Just fighting for the blanket.”
Kara rolled her eyes. “You two are weird.”
The rest of the movie was pure torture.
I kept grinding my soaked pussy against Ethan’s massive nine-inch cock under the blanket while Christian Grey dominated the screen.
Every time the actors on the television moaned or the soundtrack swelled, I used the noise as cover to roll my hips a little harder.
The thick ridge of him pressed right between my cheeks, hot even through the layers of fabric. I could feel him leaking, the front of his sweatpants growing damp where I sat.
My stepbrother’s hot breath fanned my ear as he panted, “I know you’re saving up to buy a dildo… If you let me taste you, I’ll get you one. The best one.”
“Fuck… Ethan, you’re depraved,” I whispered, my cheeks burning.
But I couldn’t resist.
I dragged my shorts to the side under the blanket, dipped two fingers into my dripping cunt, and pulled them out glistening with my juices. For a second I just held them there, shining in the low light from the TV, before I brought them back toward his mouth.
He sucked them desperately, licking and moaning like a starved man. His tongue worked between my fingers, cleaning every trace, and the soft, wet sounds were almost perfectly hidden by the movie’s loud sex scene. When he finally released them, his lips were shiny.
I kept feeding him—scooping more of my slick arousal and letting him devour it between handfuls of popcorn. Each time I reached down, gathered more, and offered my fingers, he took them like he was starving. His cock throbbed harder under me with every taste. My own need climbed so high my thighs started to shake.
By the time the credits rolled, my legs were jelly and my pussy was throbbing with need.
I stood up on shaky legs, mumbled goodnight, and practically ran to my room. Behind me I heard Ethan shift on the couch, but he didn’t follow.
****
The next morning the house was blissfully empty. Mom and Mark had left for work early.
Kara was finishing up her last months of high school, and college hadn’t resumed yet for Ethan and me.
Ethan was twenty—a year older than me and way too experienced for how badly he wanted his stepsister.
I woke up still aching from the night before, the memory of his mouth on my fingers replaying every time I closed my eyes. The flash drive sat on my nightstand like a dare. I hadn’t plugged it in again. Not yet.
*
Then the package arrived at 9 a.m. Ethan’s gift.
I tore it open in my room like a kid on Christmas.
The vibrating dildo was thick, realistic, with a strong suction base and multiple speeds. Veined. Weighted. The kind of toy that looked like it meant business. My pussy clenched just looking at it. I turned it over in my hands, tested the buttons, felt the low buzz against my palm, and immediately imagined how it would feel inside me.
I closed the door, stripped down to my tiny skirt and tank top, and tried to mount it on the edge of my bed.
I was soaked already, but the angle was impossible.
It kept slipping. I whimpered in frustration, rubbing the thick head against my entrance but never getting it deep enough. Every time I thought I had the suction locked, my own wetness made it slide. I braced one hand on the mattress, tried again, and still couldn’t sink down the way I needed.
A soft knock came.
Then the door opened before I could cover up.
Ethan stepped in, eyes darkening instantly at the sight of me half-naked with the dildo in my hand.
“Ethan!” I groaned.
“Need help, little sis?”
I should have told him to leave. Instead, I nodded, my cheeks flushed.
He closed the door with a quiet click and locked it. In seconds he had me on my back on the bed, legs spread wide. The skirt was shoved up around my waist. Cool air hit my bare, dripping cunt.
“Fuck, you’re dripping,” he groaned, running the thick head of the toy up and down my slit. He watched every movement, eyes fixed between my legs like he was memorizing the way I opened for it. “Watch me, Lily. Watch how I feed your tight pussy.”
He pushed the dildo in slowly.
I moaned loudly as the fat head stretched me open. The burn was perfect—thick enough to make me feel every inch of progress. My hands fisted in the sheets.
Inch by inch, he worked it deeper, twisting it gently while his eyes stayed glued to my spreading lips. He pulled back a little, pushed forward again, coating the toy in my slick until it shone.
“Ethan… oh god, it’s so thick…” I gasped, hips rolling to meet every push.
He turned the vibration on low and I cried out, my back arching. The buzz lit up every nerve. He held it steady for a few seconds, letting me feel it, then began to pump it in a slow, steady rhythm.
He fucked me with the toy while his free hand rubbed my clit in tight circles. “That’s it. Take it like a good girl. This is how you use it properly—deep, slow, then faster when your pussy starts creaming.”
I was losing it. My hips bucked wildly, chasing the pleasure as he increased the speed. Wet, obscene sounds filled my room—the slick slide of the dildo, the soft buzz, my own broken breathing. My orgasm was already building, low and heavy in my belly.
Then my phone rang.
Mom.
“Shit—answer it,” Ethan hissed, but he didn’t stop.
He kept thrusting the vibrating dildo inside my pussy, angling it just right.
I swiped to answer the call, voice shaky. “H-hey Mom…”
“Hey sweetie. Is Ethan there? I’ve been calling him. I need him to bring my work files from the study.”
Ethan smirked and slammed the dildo deeper. I bit back a moan, thighs trembling around his wrist. “He’s… ah… probably in the shower. I’ll tell him.”
Mom paused. “You sound weird. Are you okay? Cramps again?”
“Y-yes… bad cramps,” I lied, moaning softly as Ethan angled the toy against my G-spot and held it there. The vibration intensified. “I’m… handling it.”
I could hear the smile in her voice. “Take some painkillers, honey. Love you.”
“Love you too,” I whimpered, barely holding it together as another wave of pleasure hit. The call ended.
Ethan chuckled darkly. “Good girl. Keep moaning for me.”
He fucked me harder with the dildo, vibrations on high. The toy plunged deep, pulled back, plunged again. My walls clenched around it. I was right on the edge, toes curling, breath coming in short, desperate gasps. My pussy fluttered and gripped, so close that one more perfect thrust would have tipped me over.
Then a loud knock sounded at the door.
“Lily? You in there?” Kara yelled.
My eyes flew open in panic.
Ethan yanked the dildo out with a wet pop, making me gasp at the sudden emptiness. He dove under the bed in one smooth motion, taking the toy with him. I yanked my skirt down, tossed a blanket over my lap, and tried to look normal even though my legs were trembling and my cunt was still pulsing around nothing.
“Come in,” I called, voice higher than I wanted.
Kara pushed the door open.
She stepped inside, her eyes narrowing as she scanned the room. Her gaze lingered on my flushed face, messy hair, and the way I was sitting awkwardly on the bed with the blanket clutched in my lap. The air still smelled like sex and my arousal—thick, obvious, impossible to miss if anyone paid attention.
“You okay?” she asked suspiciously. “I heard weird noises. Sounded like… moaning. And why is Ethan’s phone on the hallway table if he’s supposed to be bringing Mom’s files? Now I have to go because of him…” She yelled the last part angrily, clearly irritated at being sent on an errand.
My heart stopped.
Ethan was completely still under the bed, but I could feel his presence like a second pulse in the room. The dildo—still slick with my juices—was probably inches from his face. If Kara looked down or stepped closer, she might see the edge of a shoe, a shift of shadow, anything.
She tilted her head. Her eyes flicked to the rumpled sheets, then back to my guilty expression.
Then she squat down.
- End of Chapter -
