C8 Story 3: Stepbrother Eats My Dripping Cunt for the First Time
Daisy’s POV
I had just stepped out of the shower, skin still damp and flushed from the hot water, when my bedroom door slammed open.
Dan stood in the doorway like he owned the place — which, in a way, he did. At 27, my stepbrother was all sharp edges and barely-contained dominance: tall, broad-shouldered, with dark hair and eyes that always seemed to see too much. He held up his phone, screen glowing with incriminating proof of my latest stupid mistake — a blurry video of me sneaking out last weekend for a risky fling I never should have had.
“Care to explain, little sister?” His voice was low, dangerous, and far too calm.
My heart slammed against my ribs. I clutched the towel tighter around my naked body, but it was useless. Dan’s gaze dropped slowly down my frame, lingering between my legs with open hunger.
“Dan, please—” I started, voice shaking.
He kicked the door shut behind him and stalked forward. In two strides he had me pinned against the bed, one big hand shoving me down onto my back while the other ripped the towel away. Cool air hit my bare skin as he forced my thighs wide open, exposing my shaved, already-damp pussy.
“You’ve been a naughty little slut, haven’t you?” he murmured, dropping to his knees between my spread legs. His breath ghosted over my sensitive folds. “Sneaking out. Risking everything. And now you’re going to pay for it.”
I tried to close my legs, shame burning through me. “Dan, we can’t— you’re my stepbrother—”
His strong hands gripped my thighs harder, spreading me obscenely wide. “Too late for that, Daisy. This pussy is mine now. And I’ve been dying to taste it for years.”
Before I could protest again, his mouth was on me.
The first long, slow lick from my entrance to my clit made my back arch off the bed. He groaned like a starving man, the sound vibrating against my most sensitive flesh. “Fuck, you taste even better than I imagined. Sweet, wet, and already dripping for your big brother.”
His tongue was relentless — expert, hungry, devouring. He licked broad stripes up my slit, then circled my swollen clit with the tip before sucking it hard into his mouth. Two thick fingers pushed inside me without warning, curling perfectly against my g-spot while he ate me like a man possessed.
“Oh god— Dan!” I cried out, one hand flying to his hair. I meant to push him away. Instead, my fingers tightened, pulling him closer as shame melted into overwhelming pleasure.
He chuckled darkly against my pussy, the vibration making me shudder. “That’s it, baby. Grind on my face. Show me how much your stepbrother’s tongue turns you into a desperate little whore.”
I couldn’t help it. My hips started rocking, riding his mouth as he devoured me — sloppy, wet, obscene sounds filling the room. He ate me like he was addicted, alternating between long licks, fast flicks on my clit, and deep thrusts of his tongue inside me. His fingers pumped faster, curling and scissoring, stretching me open while he sucked hard on my clit.
The first orgasm hit me like a freight train. My thighs clamped around his head as I came hard, gushing against his tongue. Dan didn’t stop. He growled and kept eating me through it, licking up every drop like he couldn’t get enough.
“Too much— Dan, please—” I whimpered, trying to squirm away as overstimulation made my legs shake.
He pinned my hips down with his forearms, refusing to let me escape. “You don’t get to cum just once, Daisy. This pussy is going to learn who it belongs to.”
He doubled down — messier, hungrier, more possessive. Three fingers stretched me open now while his tongue lashed my clit. The wet, filthy sounds were embarrassing and intoxicating. I came again, harder, sobbing his name as my vision blurred.
By the time he finally pulled back, I was a trembling, soaked mess — legs spread wide, pussy swollen and glistening, juices coating his chin and dripping down my ass.
Dan wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, eyes dark with triumph and lust. He snapped a quick photo of me like this — spread open, ruined, and still twitching — before pocketing his phone.
“This pussy is mine now,” he said, voice rough. “Every single night you’re going to sneak into my room so I can eat you properly. Or I send this video — and all the others I have — to everyone we know.”
He stood up, adjusting the massive bulge in his pants, and leaned down to press one last filthy kiss to my oversensitive clit, making me jerk.
“Sweet dreams, little sister. Dream about my tongue.”
He left me there — legs shaking, pussy still throbbing, already aching for more…
