C7 Bred And Blackmailed by My Stepbrother

LENA'S POV

My fingers froze on the phone screen. The video played on loop in my head even after I paused it—my voice moaning Marcus’s name like a desperate slut, his thick cock slamming into me from behind against that door, cum dripping down my thighs while I begged him to breed me. Clear. Damning. Loud enough for anyone to hear.

“Send it and you’re dead,” Marcus snarled at the phone, but Alex had already hung up. The message sat there: *Double the money in the next hour or this hits every family chat and your socials. Pregnant whore and her stepbrother. Nice.*

I dropped the phone on the desk, legs still shaky from the way Marcus had just fucked me raw over it. My pussy throbbed, full of his latest load, but the fear made my stomach twist.

“Marcus…” My voice cracked. “My parents are upstairs. If that video goes out—”

He spun me around and crushed his mouth to mine, kissing me hard enough to bruise. His hands yanked my shorts down again, fingers diving straight between my legs. Two thick digits pushed into my creamy cunt, stirring his cum with wet, filthy sounds.

“They won’t see it,” he growled against my lips, pumping his fingers faster. “I’m wiring the money now. But I need you first. Need to feel my pregnant pussy taking me while that bastard thinks he owns us.”

I should have pushed him away. Instead I moaned into his mouth and spread my legs wider, hips rocking on his hand. My clit ached. My nipples were hard peaks under my shirt. Pregnancy hormones or just him—I didn’t care. I needed it too.

Marcus shoved everything off the desk in one sweep and lifted me onto it. He spread my thighs obscenely wide, staring down at my swollen, leaking pussy. “Look at you. Already dripping for your stepbrother again. Carrying my baby and still such a greedy little slut.”

He dropped to his knees, threw my legs over his shoulders, and buried his face in my cunt. His tongue licked broad stripes through my folds, sucking our mixed juices loudly. He fucked me with it, pushing deep, then sucked my clit hard while two fingers curled inside me, rubbing that spot that made my eyes roll back.

“Fuck—Marcus—yes—” I grabbed his hair, grinding against his tongue. My tits heaved under my shirt. Every suck sent sparks up my spine. He added a third finger, stretching me, scissoring while his tongue flicked my clit relentlessly.

I came fast and messy, gushing on his face, thighs clamping around his head. He licked me through it, groaning like he couldn’t get enough of my taste.

Before I could catch my breath, he stood up, cock out and rock-hard, veins pulsing. He rubbed the fat head up and down my slit, teasing my entrance, slapping it against my clit until I whimpered.

“Beg for it,” he demanded, eyes locked on mine. “Tell me whose pussy this is while I breed you pregnant.”

“It’s yours,” I gasped, reaching down to guide him. “My stepbrother’s. Please—fuck me deep.”

He slammed in to the hilt in one brutal thrust. I cried out, back arching off the desk. He was so thick, stretching my sensitive walls perfectly. He didn’t give me time to adjust—just started pounding me hard, hips slapping my ass, balls smacking my skin with every deep stroke.

The desk shook. My tits bounced wildly. Marcus gripped my hips and fucked me like a man possessed—long, powerful thrusts that hit my cervix every time. Wet, squelching sounds filled the office. His cum from before frothed around his shaft, leaking out with every pull-back.

“Fuck, you’re even tighter pregnant,” he groaned, one hand sliding up to squeeze my tit, pinching the nipple hard. “Gonna keep this belly round. Fill you every day.”

I wrapped my legs around him, heels digging into his ass, pulling him deeper. Each thrust dragged against my G-spot. The pressure built again, fast and sharp. “Harder—please—I’m so close—”

He leaned over me, changing the angle, grinding on my clit with every slam. His mouth claimed mine, swallowing my moans while he railed me. I came again, pussy spasming wildly around his cock, milking him, gushing down his balls.

Marcus growled and flipped me over, bending me face-down over the desk. He kicked my legs wider and drove back in from behind, even deeper now. One hand fisted my hair, yanking my head back. The other reached around to rub my clit in tight, rough circles.

“Take it all, baby. Every fucking inch.” His hips snapped faster, brutal and perfect. The slap of skin on skin was loud. Obscene. I pushed back to meet him, ass rippling with every impact.

He spanked me hard once, twice, the sting blooming hot. I clenched tighter around him.

“Again,” I moaned. “Mark me.”

He spanked me red while pounding my pussy, then reached down and rubbed my clit until I shattered a third time, screaming into my arm. My walls fluttered wildly. Marcus buried himself deep and came with a guttural groan, flooding me with thick, hot ropes of cum. Pulse after pulse until it overflowed, running down my thighs in rivers.

He stayed inside me, grinding slow, pushing it deeper. Then he pulled out carefully and dropped to his knees again, licking his cum from my abused pussy with gentle, worshipful strokes. I trembled, oversensitive and whimpering.

After, he cleaned me with a warm cloth, kissed my belly softly, and pulled me into his arms on the couch.

“I wired the money,” he murmured, stroking my hair. “But we’re leaving tonight. Just you and me. New place. No more hiding.”

I nodded against his chest, tracing the scratches I’d left on his skin. The hate had burned away weeks ago. This was something deeper. Darker. Addictive.

A knock on the office door made us both freeze.

“Lena? Marcus?” Mom’s voice, shaky. “We need to talk. Alex just sent something to the family group chat. A video…”

Marcus’s arms tightened around me. My phone buzzed on the floor. I reached for it with a sick feeling.

The video had been posted. Not the full thing—but enough. A thirty-second clip of me bent over, moaning “breed me, stepbrother” while Marcus fucked me senseless. Comments were already flooding in from relatives.

Marcus’s jaw clenched. “That bastard didn’t cash the transfer. He played us.”

I stared at the screen, heart hammering, cum still leaking down my legs. My parents were right outside. The whole family probably knew now.

But worse—another message from Alex popped up.

*That was just the teaser. Full version drops in one hour unless you give me Lena for one night. I want what your stepbrother’s been getting.*

Marcus read it over my shoulder. His hand slid possessively between my legs, fingers pushing his cum back inside my pregnant pussy.