Ruin Me, Stepsister (an Erotica Novel Collection)

Jake’s POV

Last night was hot. Like fuck. To tell me that my stepsister would taste better than anyone I've fucked would have been a lie until yesterday.

I lay flat on my back in my bedroom, staring up at the ceiling fan spinning lazily, but my mind had completely drifted to all happened between my stepsister and I last night.

I wanted to take my mind off her and convince myself that it was just a one time experience I may never get to have again, but just couldn’t.

My room was begining to scent like her, like she was in here with me all night. It smelt like a mixture of my thick cum and her sweet sticky squirt.

Before yesterday, I honestly thought she was just that naive, quiet girl who cared little or less about my existence. We barely talked. We had almost zero interactions with each other outside of a mumbled "good morning" or passing each other in the hallway while going about our separate ways. I figured she looked at me as the annoying older stepbrother who was just occupying space in the house after college. But fuck, I was completely wrong.

Yesterday changed everything. I discovered she had something inside her—a raw, untameable hunger—that was going to keep drawing me back to her like a fucking addict I was becoming. I couldn't stop thinking about her. I kept picturing the look on her face when I dipped my hands into her pussy for the very first time on that couch. She was so incredibly wet, her tight little entrance dripping before I even touched her clit. And she came multiple times, screaming, shaking, and soaking my fingers, all because of me.

Just thinking about the way her tight pussy stretched when I was going in and out of her, made my sweatpants feel completely suffocating.

I reached down, gripping myself through my shorts. My dick was already stubbornly hard, a thick, rigid pillar pressing uncomfortably against my stomach. I pulled the waistband down, letting my ten-inch cock spring free into the cool air of my bedroom. It was already fully erect, veiny, and throbbing with a violent pulse, the heavy head dark purple with precum leaking from it's tip.

I got back on the bed, wrapping my hands around my cock. I needed to ease this tension right away. I began to stroke myself slowly, my thumb sliding over the sensitive skin right beneath the head, smearing the pre-cum down the length of it.

"Emma," I growled out loud into the empty room. Her name rolled out too seductively on my tongue.

The moment my eyes closed, the memories came flooding my head again. I pictured her bent over the couch, those tiny sleep shorts bunched up around her waist, revealing the full, smooth cheeks of her ass. I remembered the exact sound of her voice when she broke down, crying and begging me to stretch her open with my huge cock. The stretch had been so tight, so goddamn perfect, that I felt like I was tearing her apart, in the best way possible. Her inner walls gripped my shaft, milking me from the very first deep thrust I made inside her.

I increased my pace, tightening my grip on my cock. It felt so good, but it wasn't enough. I wanted her mouth. I wanted to feel her wet, tight lips stretching wide to accommodate my thickness, just like she did when she was down on her knees on the living room floor, taking the fat head of my dick into her throat until tears pricked her eyes. She had been such a good, obedient little cocksucker, swallowing my pre-cum and cleaning me up like a pro.

"Fuck, Emma..." I groaned, my hips bucking off the mattress as my hand pumped faster.

My mind shifted to the shower session. I could almost feel the hot water cascading over my shoulders, mixing with the slick, sticky juices covering her pussy. I imagined myself dropping to my knees on those cold bathroom tiles, burying my face entirely between her thighs. She had tasted so fucking sweet, even with the heavy taste of my own cum mixed into her. I remembered how desperately her hips bucked against my mouth when my tongue dived deep inside her creampied entrance. She had squirted right down my chin and chest, her entire body convulsing as she yelled my name over and over.

The memory was so intense, so vivid, that my balls turned hard against my body. I slid my left hand to reach down, cupping my heavy sack, my fingers squeezing and rolling my testicles while my right hand furiously worked my cock. I took one of my fingers, slick with my own pre-cum, and pressed it right against my own opening, tracing the tip just like she had done to me in the shower right before we came in each other's faces.

The overload of the fantasy pushed me right over the edge.

"Yeah, take it, Emma... suck it clean, you little whore," I grunted out loud, my voice deep and ragged.

I got into a brutal pace, slapping my hands against my lower belly. My cock locked up, my toes curling as a massive wave of pleasure exploded through me. I groaned into the quiet bedroom, my hand still pumping violently as my cock erupted with cum. Load after load of thick, hot, white cum shot out of me, moving through the air and splattering heavily across my own chest and stomach.

I remained on my bed panting heavily, my chest heaving as the aftershocks rippled through my cock. But the satisfaction didn't last more than a few seconds. Usually, after a release like that, a guy cools down. The urge goes away. But not today. Not with Emma sleeping just a few doors away.

My dick didn't even go soft. It stayed stubbornly hard, throbbing heavily against my sticky abdomen. The image of her tits bouncing wildly against the wet shower flashed in my mind again. I thought about her long, slender fingers rubbing her own swollen pussy lips while I sucked her clit.

"Fucking hell," I muttered, my hand gripping my shaft again without even thinking.

I didn't even bother to wipe the fresh cum off my chest. I just started stroking myself through the mess, using my release as a lubricant to pleasure myself. It felt entirely different this time—sensitised, dirty, and incredibly dominant. I closed my eyes and pictured the next thirteen days we had left alone in this house. Thirteen days of having complete, unrestricted access to her body. I'd fuck her on the kitchen counter. I'd bend her over the dining table. I'd make her wake me up every single morning with her tight mouth wrapped around my cock.

The thoughts worked me right back into the mood. My cock went back to a more full, monstrous hardness, veiny and rigid, practically begging for another release. I pumped myself harder, my thumb working the sensitive head, forcing the arousal to build at a dangerous speed. I imagined myself burying my cock so deep in her pussy that she wouldn't be able to form a proper sentence, just broken, breathless whimpers of my name.

Within minutes, my balls tightened again, and I felt that heavy, aching pressure building up in my groin. I let out a low growl, my hand moving in an unpredictable furious motion up and down my ten-inch cock.

"Emma... fuck... you're mine," I hissed, my hips jerking violently as I came hard for the second time. Another heavy release of thick cum pumped out of me, joining the mess already drying on my stomach, leaving me completely spent and covered in my own release.

I stayed completely still for a few minutes, my breathing slowly returning to normal. The house was dead silent. I finally sat up, grabbing a clean towel from the side of the bed to roughly wipe the sticky white fluid off my chest and stomach. I pulled my sweatpants back up over my hips, but even after two explosive releases, the dull, heavy ache in my groin wouldn't entirely disappear. My cock was still thick, resting heavy against my thigh, refusing to go completely soft.

I realized I couldn't stay locked up in my bedroom any longer. The walls felt like they were closing in on me. I needed to see her. I needed to look at her face in the morning light to confirm that yesterday hadn't been some kind of wild, feverish dream.

I quietly opened my bedroom door and stepped out to the hallway. I took silent steps as I made my way downstairs toward the kitchen, expecting to find her making coffee.

On getting to the kitchen, I saw something that made me froze.

It was her.

Emma.

She didn't seem to notice my presence at all. She was completely turned away from me, her back bathed in the warm morning sunlight filtering through the glass.

She had on a pair of tiny, thin white cotton panties that sat low on her hips, the fabric stretched tight across the smooth, round curve of her ass, showing off the full pack of her silhouette. But it was her upper body that made my heart slam violently against my ribs.

She had no bra on. Nothing at all.

Her back was completely bare, her slender shoulders and the delicate curve of her waist entirely exposed to the open room. From the angle I was standing, I could see the soft, round swell of the side of her bare breast, the heavy weight of it hanging beautifully as she lifted a hand to brush a stray strand of hair behind her ear.

I stood completely transfixed in the doorway, my muscles locking up as my eyes dragged slowly down the length of her exposed skin.

My sweatpants instantly grew tight again as my cock slammed back to full, throbbing hardness, threatening to rip right through the fabric at the mere sight of her.

I couldn't move. I just stood there, watching her, my hand unconsciously reaching down to grip my cock through my sweatpants as the memories of last night flooded back even stronger.