C9 Bred And Blackmailed by My Stepbrother

LENA'S POV

Alex’s hand shot out toward me, fingers brushing my arm as Marcus yanked me back against his chest. The full video was queued up on Alex’s phone, ready to send. Thirty seconds until it dropped and every relative, every friend, every future employer saw me pregnant and begging my stepbrother to breed me.

“Touch her again and I’ll break your fucking hand,” Marcus snarled, stepping between us. His body radiated heat, his cum still leaking down my thighs under my dress.

Mom stood frozen on the stairs. Dad looked ready to explode. “This is sick. You two—”

“It’s real,” I cut in, voice shaking but steady. My hand found Marcus’s. “I’m pregnant with his baby. And I’m keeping it. I love him.”

Alex laughed, ugly and desperate. “Love? He blackmailed you into spreading your legs. I have everything. One tap and you’re both ruined.”

Marcus moved like lightning. He grabbed Alex by the throat and slammed him against the wall. “You had your chance to walk away with the money. Delete it. Now. Or I spend every dollar I have making sure you never touch another woman again.”

Alex’s eyes darted to me, then to my parents. He saw it—the fight was gone from him. With a curse, he deleted the files on his phone. Marcus checked everything, then forced him to log into the cloud and wipe the backups too. My parents watched in stunned silence as Marcus destroyed the last evidence publicly, screen-sharing the deletions.

“Get out,” Marcus said coldly, shoving Alex toward the door. “And if you ever come near my wife or my child again, you’re finished.”

Alex stumbled out, defeated. The door slammed behind him.

Silence fell heavy in the house.

Mom sank onto the couch, tears in her eyes. “Pregnant… with your stepbrother. How long has this been going on?”

Marcus pulled me closer, his hand splaying protectively over my belly. “Long enough to know she’s mine. I’ll spend the rest of my life proving I’m good for her. For both of them.”

Dad rubbed his face. “This is going to take time. A lot of time.”

But they didn’t kick us out. They retreated upstairs, exhausted and processing. The storm had passed. For now.

Marcus didn’t waste a second. The moment their door closed, he locked the living room and had my dress on the floor. I stood there naked, pregnant belly just starting to show, cum still glistening on my thighs.

He dropped to his knees and kissed my belly reverently. “Our baby.” Then his mouth moved lower. He spread my legs and licked my messy pussy clean with long, hungry strokes—tongue pushing inside, sucking gently on my swollen clit until my knees buckled.

“Marcus… please…” I threaded my fingers through his hair, grinding against his face.

He stood, turned me around, and bent me over the couch. His thick cock rubbed through my folds, teasing my entrance. “One more time, baby. Let me breed my pregnant stepsister while the house is finally quiet.”

He pushed in slow, letting me feel every inch stretch my sensitive walls. I moaned loud, pushing back until his hips met my ass. He was so deep, the head kissing my cervix with every gentle thrust at first.

Then he gripped my hips and started fucking me properly—deep, powerful strokes that made my tits swing and my belly press into the cushions. The wet slap of his balls against my clit filled the room. He reached around and rubbed my clit in tight circles, pinching it lightly.

“Fuck—yes—harder,” I gasped, clenching around him.

Marcus gave it to me. He pounded my dripping cunt, one hand in my hair, the other on my belly. “Feel that? My cock owning this pregnant pussy. You’re mine forever, Lena.”

I came hard, pussy spasming and gushing around his thickness, soaking the couch. He didn’t stop—kept railing me through it until I was shaking and whimpering. Then he pulled out, flipped me onto my back on the couch, and pushed back in missionary. Eyes locked. Forehead to forehead.

“I love you,” he whispered, thrusting deep and grinding. “Not the blackmail. Not the control. You. The fight. The way you take me. All of it.”

Tears slipped down my cheeks as another orgasm built. “I love you too. My possessive, filthy stepbrother.”

He kissed me through my climax, swallowing my moans as my walls milked him. Then he buried himself to the hilt and came with a deep groan, flooding my womb with pulse after thick pulse of hot cum. So much it overflowed immediately, running down my ass.

We stayed connected, kissing slow and tender. He cleaned me gently, then carried me upstairs to his bed—our bed now. Naked, wrapped in his arms, his hand resting on my belly.

The threats were gone. Alex was finished. My parents would come around eventually. Our forbidden baby was real and safe.

Marcus kissed my neck, his cock already stirring against my thigh again. “Round three?”

I laughed softly and spread my legs for him.

THE End, but their story continues in the collection… because some stepbrothers never stop breeding their addicted stepsisters.