5. Chloe
CHLOE
After falling asleep around nine, exhausted from the day's tension, something pulled me back to consciousness. Arousal throbs between my thighs, pussy already wet and aching. My nightgown has ridden up around my waist during sleep, exposing me to the cool air.
He's coming tonight to punish me.
The thought sends heat rushing through my body. For letting Ethan sit too close. For not immediately claiming I was taken. My stepbrother is going to use me rough, and instead of fear, anticipation makes my skin prickle.
I shift restlessly, thighs pressing together for friction that doesn't help. Needs his cock inside me, his hands on my body, his voice calling me his. The marks he left previous nights have faded to yellow-green bruises, and part of me wants fresh ones. Proof of his possession.
I should feel guilty about this obsession. Should be horrified that I'm waiting desperately for Cade to sneak into my room. But I can't bring myself to care.
I'm in love with my stepbrother.
The realization hits like a physical blow. Not just lust or forbidden attraction—actual feelings. Dangerous, impossible feelings that can never be spoken aloud. But lying here in the dark, pussy wet and heart aching, I can't deny the truth anymore.
12:30 AM. Still no sign of Cade.
The house sits completely silent, our parents long asleep down the hall. I touch myself tentatively, fingers circling my clit and imagining it's his tongue. Slide one finger inside, pretending it's his cock stretching me open.
Not the same. Nowhere near enough.
I remove my hand, frustrated and empty. When is he coming? Maybe he's making me wait on purpose. He knows I'm probably wet and desperate up here. Bastard is probably enjoying making me suffer.
I'm right. I know him well enough now.
Footsteps in the hallway finally break the silence. I freeze, heart slamming against my ribs. The door handle turns slowly.
The door opens silently, and Cade slips inside.
I quickly close my eyes and feign sleep, evening out my breathing. I want the full experience, want him to think I'm actually sleeping when he takes me. Want him to "use" me like he promised.
Through barely cracked eyelids, I watch him approach the bed.
He's shirtless, wearing only boxer briefs that do nothing to hide the thick bulge straining against the dark fabric.
His body looks magnificent in the moonlight streaming through my window—those intricate tattoos covering his chest and arms look like shadowed artwork painted across golden skin, every muscle clearly defined as he moves.
My pussy clenches involuntarily, wetness gathering between my thighs just from the sight of him.
He stops beside the bed, towering over me as he looks down. Even with my eyes barely open, I can see the intensity in his gaze, the way his jaw tightens as he studies my supposedly sleeping form.
"There's my naughty stepsister," he murmurs, voice pitched low and quiet enough not to wake me if I were truly asleep.
He reaches out slowly, and I feel the warmth of his palm before his fingers make contact with my cheek.
The touch is surprisingly gentle, almost reverent.
His thumb traces the curve of my lips, the pad rough against the sensitive skin.
I fight to keep my breathing steady and even, to not react to the electricity that sparks through me at his touch.
"So beautiful when you sleep. So innocent-looking." His voice drops even lower, taking on that dark edge that makes my stomach flip. "But I know the truth, don't I? You're my dirty little secret. My perfect little stepsister who's anything but innocent."
He pulls the covers off slowly, the fabric whispering against my skin as he reveals my body inch by careful inch.
My nightgown has ridden high on my thighs during my restless waiting, and I know he can see that no panties are visible beneath the hem—good girl followed instructions, I imagine him thinking.
I hear his breathing change, growing heavier.
Through my lashes I see his cock harden further, the thick outline straining visibly against the boxer briefs.
Cade hooks his fingers under the hem of my nightgown and lifts it slowly, dragging the fabric upward and exposing more skin.
The cool air hits my overheated body, raising goosebumps across my stomach, my ribs, my breasts.
I fight to keep my breathing steady and even, keeping my arms limp and relaxed as he carefully pulls the fabric over my head and tosses it aside.
Now I'm completely naked before him, spread out on the bed like an offering.
His sharp intake of breath is audible in the quiet room. "Fuck, you're perfect."
His hands begin to roam my body with slow, possessive touches that make my skin burn.
He cups my breasts, palms hot against the soft flesh, thumbs flicking over my nipples experimentally.
They harden instantly under his attention, betraying my arousal even though I'm supposedly asleep.
He makes a satisfied sound low in his throat.
His hands slide down my sides, mapping every curve—my ribs, my waist, my hips.
His touch is proprietary, claiming. Then he grips my thighs and spreads my legs apart without hesitation, pushing them wide so he can see everything.
I feel his gaze like a physical touch on my glistening pussy.
"Already wet," he breathes out, voice rough with desire. "Dreaming of me, stepsister? Dreaming of your stepbrother's cock?"
Unlike other nights when he took his time building me up slowly, tonight he doesn't ease into anything.
This is punishment, not the tender claiming he's given me before.
He strips off his boxer briefs quickly, and I hear the fabric hit the floor.
His cock springs free, thick and hard and leaking precum from the tip.
He positions himself between my spread legs, one hand gripping my thigh to hold me open, the other guiding his cock to line up with my entrance.
I feel the blunt head pressing against my opening, feel how wet I am, how ready?—
Then he slams inside in one brutal thrust.
My eyes fly open with shock, the carefully maintained pretense shattering as I'm unable to help the loud moan that tears from my throat. The sudden fullness, the stretch, the way he's buried completely inside me without warning—it's too much to fake through.
His eyes narrow immediately, his entire body going still with his cock buried deep inside my pussy. "You're awake."
I nod, gasping around the overwhelming stretch of him, still trying to adjust to the sudden invasion.
"How long?" His voice is dangerously quiet.
"The whole time," I admit breathlessly, feeling my inner walls clench around him.
"Were you ever really asleep?" His fingers dig into my thigh, grip bordering on painful.
"No. I couldn't sleep. I was waiting?—"
"Too busy thinking about my cock?" He pulls out slightly and slams back in hard, punishing.
"Yes—" The confession comes out on a broken moan as he fills me completely again.
"You little liar. Pretending to be asleep when you were awake the entire time." Another brutal thrust that makes me cry out. "Playing games with me."
"I wanted—" I gasp as he does it again, harder. "Wanted the fantasy—wanted you to use me?—"
"Oh, I'm still going to use you, Chloe. But now you get to feel every single second of it. No pretending you're dreaming. You're going to be completely aware of my cock inside you."
He sets a brutal pace immediately, showing absolutely no mercy.
Each thrust hits my cervix, the pressure mixing pain and pleasure until I can't tell them apart anymore.
His hands grip my hips hard enough to bruise, fingers digging into my flesh as he holds me in place.
I'm still sore from previous nights, the sensitivity of my abused pussy heightening every sensation until it's almost unbearable.
"Ahh—Cade—it's too much?—"
"You can take it. This is exactly what you wanted, remember? You asked for this." His voice is rough, breathless with exertion and arousal.
He leans down suddenly and bites my neck hard, teeth sinking into the sensitive skin. I cry out sharply: "Oh fuck?—"
"Quiet. Unless you want our parents to hear their children fucking down the hall." He covers my mouth with his large hand, palm pressed firmly against my lips.
I moan against his palm, the sounds muffled as he continues to fuck me relentlessly.
His other hand grips my hip even harder, holding me completely in place as he takes what he wants from my body.
He's looking down at my face, watching my expressions change with each brutal thrust, studying every reaction.
"This is what happens when other men look at you. When you let them get too close, when you smile at them." His voice is dark, possessive. "I have to remind you who you belong to. Have to fuck this lesson into you." He removes his hand from my mouth briefly. "Say it. Say you're mine."
"I'm yours—only yours—Cade—" The words tumble out desperately.
"That's right, my stepsister. You're mine. Not those college boys. Not anyone else. Mine."
His possessiveness, the raw claim in his voice, makes my pussy clench hard around his cock. He feels the response immediately and grins darkly, triumphantly.
"You like when I talk like that, don't you? You like hearing that your stepbrother owns you. That this pussy belongs to me."
"Yes—fuck—yes—I love it?—"
His hand covers my mouth again, muffling my increasingly loud cries as pleasure builds impossibly fast despite—or maybe because of—the brutal pace. I feel my orgasm approaching rapidly, that familiar pressure mounting between my legs, my inner walls starting to flutter around him.
"Cade—I'm going to?—"
"No, you're not." He stops moving immediately, buried completely inside me but holding perfectly still.
I whimper desperately against his palm, my body trembling on the edge.
"What? Why?—"