C6 Bred And Blackmailed by My Stepbrother

LENA'S POV

Marcus’s body went rigid behind me, his arm tightening across my chest like he could shield me from the glowing screen. The text stared back at us, cold and ugly. Nice try deleting the files. I kept backups. Send money or the world sees everything tomorrow.

“Son of a bitch,” Marcus muttered, his breath hot against my ear. His hand slid down to rest over my belly, right where our baby was already growing. “He’s not getting near you. Or this.”

I turned in his arms, still naked, our skin sticky from everything we’d done. “What if he really has them? My parents are downstairs right now. If those videos hit their phones…”

He cupped my face, thumbs brushing my cheeks. His eyes were dark, intense, but that protective softness was there too. “Look at me, Lena. I wiped what I could. If he has copies, I’ll handle it. Pay him off if I have to. But you’re not doing this alone anymore.”

I wanted to believe him. God, I did. But the fear twisted in my gut right next to the tiny life we’d made. I pressed my forehead to his chest, breathing him in. “This baby… it’s real now. We can’t keep sneaking around like this.”

Marcus’s hand stroked my belly again, slow circles. “I know.” His voice dropped lower. “But right now, I need to feel you. Need to remind myself you’re here. Safe. Full of me.”

He didn’t wait for an answer. He rolled me onto my back and kissed down my body, lips brushing my tits, sucking each nipple until they ached and I arched into his mouth. Lower. He spread my thighs wide, staring at my messy pussy like it was everything. His cum from earlier still leaked out, mixed with my own wetness.

“Marcus…” I whispered, but my hips lifted toward him anyway.

He licked a long, slow stripe up my slit, tasting us both. His tongue pushed inside, fucking me with it while his nose rubbed my clit. I grabbed his hair, thighs trembling around his head. He ate me like a man starved—sucking my clit hard, then soft, two thick fingers sliding deep and curling against that spot that made my toes curl.

“Fuck—right there—” I gasped, grinding against his face. The wet sounds were filthy. Obscene. My pussy clenched around his fingers as another orgasm built fast.

He pulled back just before I tipped over, lips shiny. “Not yet.” He climbed up, cock heavy and leaking against my thigh. “Want you to cum on my dick while I breed you again.”

He pushed in slow this time, inch by thick inch, stretching me open until he bottomed out. We both groaned. He was so deep it felt like he was touching my soul. He stayed there, grinding in circles, stirring everything inside me.

“Feel that?” he whispered, forehead pressed to mine. “That’s us. My cum. Our baby. Nothing Alex says changes it.”

I wrapped my legs around his waist and rocked up to meet him. “Then fuck me like you mean it.”

He did. His hips snapped forward, driving into me hard and steady. The bed creaked under us. My tits bounced with every thrust. He gripped one, pinching the nipple while his cock dragged perfectly along my walls. Every stroke pushed out more of his earlier load, making everything slick and messy between us.

“Harder,” I begged, nails raking down his back. “Want to feel you tomorrow when I’m sitting across from my parents.”

Marcus growled and hooked my legs higher, folding me nearly in half. The new angle let him slam even deeper. His balls slapped my ass on every thrust. I could hear how soaked I was—wet, squelching sounds that should’ve embarrassed me but only made me hotter.

He rubbed my clit fast with his thumb. “Cum, baby. Let me feel this pussy milk me.”

I shattered. My walls clamped down hard around his cock, pulsing, gushing around him. I had to bite his shoulder to keep from screaming his name loud enough for the whole house to hear. Marcus fucked me through it, pace turning brutal, chasing his own release.

“Gonna fill you again,” he rasped. “Keep you dripping with my seed while we deal with this shit.”

He buried himself deep and came with a low groan. Thick ropes flooded me, so much it swelled my belly slightly before spilling out. He kept thrusting through it, pushing it deeper, making sure it took.

After, he didn’t pull out right away. He held me close, kissing my forehead, my lips, whispering how strong I was, how he’d burn the world for us. He cleaned me gently with a warm cloth, then pulled me into his lap, naked and tangled.

“We tell your parents tomorrow,” he said quietly. “About us. The baby. Everything except the blackmail shit. I’ll deal with Alex tonight.”

I nodded against his chest, but doubt gnawed at me. “What if they hate us?”

“They won’t. Not forever.” His hand rubbed my back. “You’re mine now. For real.”

We fell asleep like that, his cock softening inside me, his arms locked around my body.

Morning came too fast.

Voices downstairs. Mom calling my name. I dressed quickly in a loose shirt and shorts, trying to hide the marks on my neck. Marcus followed me down, hand brushing my lower back.

Alex was already there. Sitting at the kitchen table like he belonged, phone in hand. Mom and Dad looked exhausted.

“Glad you’re both here,” Alex said, voice smug. He slid his phone across the table. A video started playing—low quality but clear enough. Me at that party. Laughing. Naked. On my knees.

Mom gasped. Dad’s face went red.

“I have more,” Alex continued. “And photos of her sneaking into his room last night. Moaning like a whore for her own stepbrother. Pay me what I want or this goes everywhere. Family group chat. Her college. Social media.”

I felt sick. Marcus stepped forward, but I grabbed his arm.

“Wait,” I said. My voice shook but I forced it steady. “Alex, this is done. We’re not paying you shit.”

Marcus pulled out his own phone. “I already wired a transfer. Consider it a goodbye gift. But if you release anything, my lawyers will destroy you. And I mean destroy.”

Alex checked his phone. His smirk faltered. “This isn’t enough.”

“It’s all you’re getting,” Marcus said coldly. “Leave. Now.”

Dad stood up. “Everyone calm down. Lena, what the hell is going on? You’re engaged to Alex and now this?”

I swallowed hard. My hand went to my belly instinctively. “Alex and I are over. Marcus and I… we’re together. And I’m pregnant.”

The kitchen went silent. Mom’s eyes widened. Dad looked between us like we’d lost our minds.

“Pregnant?” Mom whispered. “With your stepbrother?”

Alex laughed bitterly. “Told you something was wrong. She’s been letting him fuck her raw since we got here.”

Marcus moved fast. He grabbed Alex by the collar and shoved him toward the door. “Get the fuck out of my house.”

But Alex wasn’t done. As Marcus pushed him outside, Alex yelled back, “I still have the best one. A video from last night. You two going at it against the door. I’ll send it to everyone unless you double the money. Right now.”

The door slammed. Marcus locked it, but his face was tight.

I sank into a chair, heart pounding. Mom started crying. Dad demanded answers. The chaos swirled around me but all I could feel was Marcus’s hand finding mine under the table, squeezing.

Later, after my parents retreated upstairs in shock, Marcus pulled me into his office and locked the door. He didn’t say anything. Just bent me over the desk—the same one from day one—and yanked my shorts down.

He rubbed his cock through my folds, still slick from earlier. “Need you,” he muttered. “Need to remind myself this is real.”

He pushed in deep in one thrust. I moaned, gripping the edge of the desk. He fucked me hard and fast, one hand in my hair, the other reaching around to rub my clit. Deep strokes that made my eyes roll back. The desk scraped the floor with every slam.

“Cum for me, Lena. Let it all out.”

I did, pussy fluttering wildly around him. He followed, filling me again with hot pulses, breeding me while the world outside threatened to burn.

He cleaned me after, held me close, kissed my belly.

But my phone buzzed on the desk. A video file from Alex.

I opened it with shaking fingers.

It was us. Last night. Clear audio of me moaning his name, begging him to breed me. The angle showed everything.

Marcus looked over my shoulder. His jaw clenched.

The video was already downloading to Alex’s other accounts. One tap and our entire world—parents, friends, future—would see me getting claimed and bred by my stepbrother while carrying his baby.