C13 Eaten By My Stepbrother-2

RAVEN

My heart slammed against my ribs as I stood frozen in Kai’s doorway, staring at my own black lace panties neatly folded on his nightstand like a trophy. The man who had destroyed my pussy with his tongue three weeks ago was now my stepbrother, and he was looking at me like he’d been waiting for this exact moment.

Kai stroked his thick, pierced cock slowly, the silver barbell at the head glinting in the low light. Veins bulged along the shaft. It was massive, heavy, and clearly aching. But the rest of him stayed in shadow. Shirt off, showing sculpted abs and tattoos, but nothing more.

“You knew it was me that night?” I whispered, voice shaky.

He smirked, still stroking. “I’ve wanted you for months, Raven. Watched you from afar. That club? I made sure you noticed me. And when you shoved that dripping cunt in my face… I almost lost control.” His eyes darkened. “But you don’t get to control this. Not anymore.”

I stepped closer, thighs pressing together. My pussy was already wet again. “Then why did you reject me after making me cum so hard?”

“Because I wanted you desperate.” He stood up, cock still out, and closed the distance between us. He towered over me, heat rolling off his body. “Now you’re here. Living in my house. Sleeping down the hall. And that greedy little pussy is mine to deny.”

His free hand slid under my thin sleep shirt, cupping my bare breast, thumb flicking the nipple until it hardened painfully. I gasped.

“Kai—”

“No touching yourself,” he ordered, voice low and commanding. “Not tonight. Not until I say so. You don’t cum unless it’s on my tongue or my cock.”

I whimpered as he pinched my nipple harder. My hand moved instinctively between my legs.

He caught my wrist. “I said no.”

“Please… I’m so wet.”

He smiled darkly. “Good. Stay that way.”

Kai pushed me gently but firmly back toward the door. “Go to bed, little stepsister. Dream about my tongue on your clit. But don’t you dare touch what belongs to me now.”

He shut the door in my face.

I stood in the hallway, breathing hard, pussy throbbing with need. I hurried back to my room, locked the door, and stripped naked. My fingers found my soaked folds immediately, circling my swollen clit.

But every time I got close, I heard his voice in my head. *No touching unless I say so.*

I stopped. Frustrated. Aching. I tossed and turned for hours, thighs sticky, nipples sensitive against the sheets.

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The next few days were pure torture.

Kai was the perfect son around our parents — polite, charming, helping with dinner, discussing business with Richard. With me? Ice cold. He barely looked at me. Spoke only when necessary. “Pass the salt, Raven.” “Good morning.”

But I felt his eyes on me when no one was watching. Burning. Possessive.

One afternoon, I came home from a run, sweaty and flushed. Kai was in the home gym, shirtless, muscles glistening as he lifted weights. I stood in the doorway, watching the way his body moved, remembering how that same strength had held me open while he ate me.

He caught me staring. His gaze dropped to my tight sports bra and tiny shorts, then back up.

“Enjoying the view?” he asked casually, setting the weights down.

I swallowed. “You’ve been ignoring me.”

He walked over, stopping just inches away. Sweat rolled down his chest. “Because if I look at you too long, I’ll bend you over the nearest surface and fuck you raw in front of everyone.”

My pussy clenched hard.

He leaned in, lips brushing my ear. “Go shower. And remember — no touching that cunt.”

I showered, fingers itching to relieve the ache, but I stopped myself. The denial was driving me crazy.

That night, after our parents went to bed, I couldn’t take it anymore. I crept to his room again.

The door was ajar.

Kai was on his bed, completely naked from the waist down. His thick, pierced cock stood hard and leaking as he slowly stroked it… with my black lace panties wrapped around the shaft.

He was using my panties to jerk off.

“Kai…” I whispered, stepping inside and closing the door.

He didn’t stop. “On the bed. Legs spread. Show me how wet you are.”

I climbed onto his bed, heart racing, and spread my thighs wide. My pussy was glistening, swollen, dripping down my ass.

“Look at that needy little hole,” he murmured, stroking faster. “Dripping for your stepbrother.”

I reached down to touch myself.

“Don’t,” he snapped. “Hands on your tits. Play with your nipples.”

I obeyed, pinching and rolling them while he jerked off with my panties. The sight was so filthy it made me throb.

“Beg,” he said, voice strained. “Beg your stepbrother to let you cum.”

“Please, Kai… let me cum. I need it so bad.”

He groaned, stroking faster, the piercing catching the light. Pre-cum soaked my panties. “Not yet. Suffer a little longer.”

His hand moved quicker. His abs flexed. With a low growl, he came hard, thick ropes of cum shooting onto my panties and spilling over his fist.

He wiped his cock clean with the ruined lace, then tossed them onto my chest.

“Take them. Sleep with my cum against your pussy tonight. But still no touching.”

I clutched the soaked panties, desperate and humiliated and more turned on than I’d ever been.

As I turned to leave, he spoke again.

“Tomorrow night, our parents have a gala. The house will be empty. If you’re good… I might finally let you ride my cock.”

I left his room on shaky legs, his cum staining my skin through the lace.