C1 Stepsiblings' Sin (Part 1)

Ania Krueger-Chan was an orphan child taken in by the most powerful and wealthy man in the country. She was raised in the lap of luxury, claiming everything as her own. But she wasn’t alone. Before she was adopted, her adoptive father already had another orphan boy as his ward—Kalel Stanley-Chan. Older than her by six years, they were raised together to be the heirs of the Romanovich Group.

Now, at 23 years old, she stood as an important director in the family’s international conglomerate, the perfect child of their adoptive father, and the kind, beautiful heiress the country pines for.

One night, while having dinner with her father, he asked something, his voice old but gentle, “Are you excited for August?”

“August?” she bit into her food, her blue eyes sparkling like the ocean, “What’s happening in August? Do we have another acquisition?”

The old man laughed, “You don’t know?”

“Know what?”

“Oh, that brat.” He sighed, “Kalel is getting married to Maxine Euna—the eldest daughter of the Chairman Kyle Euna. You know their company, don’t you? It’s one of the most powerful groups in the West. Kalel has secured an engagement with her to widen our horizons. He’s going for the West scene this time.”

Ania’s heart dropped. She forced a smile, “That’s good news.”

“Right? I’ve taught him well. Pay him a visit to congratulate him, will you?”

“Yes, Father,” she nodded, heart pounding inside her ribs. Oh, she’s going to pay him a visit, all right.

She threw the oak doors open in his penthouse’s bedroom. Her auburn hair flowing behind her as she towered above the sleeping man covered in blankets. She heard some giggling under the sheets. Motherfucker wasn’t alone—as usual. She pulled the white sheets and threw them on the floor—exposing Kalel and his bare upper body with two naked women beside him. None of them were his fiancé.

“Get out,” she said, voice bitingly venomous and her blue eyes sharp with fury.

The girls looked at each other, not moving. Heat rose to her head like lava. She tugged a silver handgun out of her designer bag, and pointed it at the girls’ pretty faces.

Kalel only smiled—amused at her bravado.

The girls screamed and quickly scrambled outside, picking up their clothes on the floor. The door closed with a bang as they exited with shaking legs.

Kalel sighed, still half naked in his bed. “Why do you have to come and ruin my fun, my sweet sister dear?”

She pointed the gun at his forehead, eyes blazing, “Don’t fuck with me. Why didn’t you tell me you got engaged?”

He raised his hands in the air, still smiling with his perfect pink lips, “I was gonna tell you, darling, but you were busy buying a new sports car yesterday. Did Father Dear tell you?”

“Who else would tell me, asshole?” She slammed the butt of her handgun on his temple. For some reason, she was fuming inside. Her head was a mess, and the scent of vanilla drifting in the air didn’t help.

“Ahh,” he groaned, acting like he was in pain. He rolled to his stomach, burying his face in pillows. “You ruin my date night and now hit your older brother. Why is the world so cruel?”

Kalel Stanley-Chan everyone. The world’s infamous womanizer—killer face and body—and worst older brother.

She exhaled, frustration deep in her breath. She sat on his bed, staring at his plump ass cheeks that were freshly traced on his boxers.

“Eyes up here, sister,” he grinned as he faced her, revealing a thick bulge down there.

She flushed, eyes immediately straying on the pillows. “I hope you don’t disappoint Father.”

“Everything I do, I do for him and the company.” He caressed her small face, and the touch almost made her shudder. She looked away, but then, Kalel pulled her hand to his lips, kissing it gently. “You’ll benefit too, y’know. More billions as your pocket money from your older brother. Wouldn’t you like that?”

She bit her lip, “No.” Something hard lodged in her throat, as she forced her voice, “I just need you..”

Their eyes locked—electric tension sizzling in the air.

She smiled, her walls shaking, “And Father. We have enough money as it is.”

Kalel raised his brow—a dangerous and playful glint danced in his grey eyes. His voice suddenly rasped low, “Then how are you going to make up for tonight?”

“What? What did I do?”

“You threatened those girls, darling. Blue-balled me. Look how hard I am right now. I was expecting to get some and you barged in.” He lied on his back, showing her the hard bulge on his black boxers.

She dropped her gun, metal clicking on the marble floor. Her eyes widened, face red. She saw his bulge twitch for a second, and Kalel’s grin grew poisonous.

He placed her hand on his bulge, making her feel the strong and hard snake underneath.

She drew back—scalded, but Kalel only pressed her hand harder, and the bulge shot up. “Fuck you! I’m not doing this—mhff!”

His lips landed on her mouth before she could retaliate, pulling her to the bed as he shifted above her. His tongue searched her mouth, slithering casually and sucking her lips. She pounded his chest, but Kalel wouldn’t budge.

He kept kissing her, invading her mouth roughly. She melted under his kisses—finally surrendering to his tongue. Slowly, he pulled back, both catching their breaths. He smiled coyly at her, “Good girl. Now, I want you to compensate for my loss tonight.”

Her blue eyes were misted with pleasure. “How?”

“Watch me.”

Kalel lied beside her. He tugged something out of his boxers, revealing his swollen and girthy cock—shooting up like bamboo. She swallowed.

Gently, his hand wrapped around his own shaft, barely covering half of it with his big hand. She watched as he stroke his shaft in slow motions—caressing upward, then down. His balls hung like golf balls, making her drool.

The room was instantly filled with slutty sounds of stroking—squelching as his cock got even harder. He looked straight into her eyes, watching her watch him. She bit her lip, heart convulsing. Something was wet in between her legs—pulsing, throbbing. Like it wanted to be touched and stroked like the dick in front of her.

Kalel smiled, and his hand stroked faster—faster—squishing sounds loud in their ears. Their breathing became ragged, chests heaving. He held her face with his other hand, “Do you like what you’re seeing?”

She turned away, eyes evading his scorching gaze. But her body was hotter than ever. Her own pussy was beginning to drench her panties. She looked back at his manhood—marvelous, long, and hard. Harder than the things she had imagined in her dreams.

“This is my first time,” she rasped, “seeing one.”

Kalel stopped stroking, and his cock grew larger. Must be more than six and a half inches now.

“Shit,” he cursed, and milky white stuff spouted out his dick, spilling down his whole shaft.

She couldn’t stop herself anymore. Her lips itched, and her mouth ached with curiosity.

Kalel exhaled, his grey eyes filled with guilt. But before he could move, Ania got down on him, positioning her mouth on top of his wet dick.

“Wait—“

Too late. She held his cock at the base, gently clasping with her small hand—and opened her mouth wide for him. She took in the top, slowly licking it. Tasted salty—and thick. His cock was too thick for her tiny mouth. But she pushed her mouth deep.

Kalel gasped, the sensation of her soft mouth driving deeper. He saw her mouth stretch for his swollen cock. In a second, he got harder. She licked the cum off the top, sipping the tiny slit, trailing down his shaft till she reached his hairless ballsack. She wondered what to do with them.

But no time to think, her pussy was salivating for it.

She took her tongue out—wet and slippery—and rolled it on his balls, sucking his ballsack and feeling the weight of his jewels.

“Ah!” Kalel covered his mouth, embarrassed by his reaction. He had been blown before—but not by his younger stepsister. “Fuck, you’re so hot,” he shoved her head down, making her suck one of his nuts. He could feel her tongue roll around it, his legs shivering from her mouth. “That feels so good, Ania.”

She slurped his ball like it was candy, sucking it dry as his cock swelled. Her own clit needing comfort in her panties.

“Suck it hard, baby.”

Suddenly, Ania stopped—sitting up.