8. Cade
CADE
I glance across the living room at Chloe curled up on the couch, pretending to read a book she hasn't turned a page of in twenty minutes. Our eyes meet, and I see the same dread reflected back at me.
"Showtime," I murmur.
She nods, visible sadness creeping into her expression. The last hour of freedom slipping away.
We spent the entire day cleaning evidence.
Washing sheets multiple times, tidying rooms, erasing every trace of what happened during those two glorious days alone.
Chloe complained about being exhausted from our activities, so I handled most of it.
Not that I minded—she promised me a reward later tonight, one I fully intend to claim.
Back to the normal fa?ade now. Separate rooms, appropriate distance. No touching, no intimate looks. Playing stepsibling roles again.
It's harder than expected after two days of complete freedom.
Harold and Doris arrive at 6 PM with luggage, travel exhaustion, and cheerful greetings that make my jaw clench.
"How was the trip?" I ask, forcing casual interest.
"Successful! Great meetings." Dad's genuinely pleased, setting down bags with satisfied grunt.
Doris turns to us with that mother-hen concern. "How were you two? Everything okay?"
"Fine. Quiet. Just hung out," Chloe lies smoothly.
"Any problems?"
"None at all. We managed fine." If only she knew what "managing" entailed. Multiple rooms christened, every surface claimed, her stepdaughter thoroughly corrupted.
They settle back in, unpacking while discussing their trip. I tune out most of it, already restless. Been barely three hours since I last touched Chloe, and it feels wrong. Unnatural.
"I'm making family dinner tonight!" Doris announces with enthusiasm that makes my stomach turn. "Celebration for the successful trip. Everyone be downstairs at 7:30."
"Looking forward to it. Good to be home," Dad says.
I retreat to my room around 6:30, hearing Chloe's footsteps heading to hers. An hour until dinner. Both of us caged, separated, pretending everything's normal when nothing is.
Water starts running—Chloe showering. My cock hardens immediately, imagination supplying vivid images of water cascading down her naked body, over the marks I left on her skin.
Tonight I'll visit her room after they sleep. Continue what we started. But having to wait is torture.
A soft knock interrupts my brooding. Chloe slips inside before I can respond, hair damp, wearing an oversized t-shirt and nothing else based on how it clings.
"Couldn't stay away?" I pull her against me, hands immediately roaming.
"Just wanted to tell you I'm exhausted." She presses into me anyway, contradicting her words. "Barely slept the last two days."
"Poor baby. Should've thought about that before begging for my cock every few hours."
"Worth it." She grins, then yawns. "But I'm taking a quick nap before dinner. Just thirty minutes."
"Your door will be unlocked?" My voice drops, possessive edge creeping in.
"Always." She kisses me quick and disappears before I can pull her back.
Twenty minutes later, Doris calls up. "Cade? Can you check on Chloe? Dinner's almost ready."
Perfect excuse.
"Sure, I'll go get her."
I head upstairs, heart already racing. Know I shouldn't—parents are home, one floor below. But can't help myself.
Her door opens silently. Room dim, curtains drawn against the late afternoon sun. Chloe's asleep on her bed, lying on her back wearing just that oversized t-shirt. Legs slightly parted, no panties visible underneath. Peaceful face, soft breathing.
Door unlocked as per our arrangement. Unspoken invitation.
I should wake her, bring her downstairs. Should follow the rules, maintain the fa?ade we've carefully constructed.
But looking at her, remembering the past two days, the promise of a reward...
Can't resist. I'll take my reward early.
I close the door silently and lock it. Parents are downstairs cooking—would take at least fifteen minutes if they came looking. Quick somno encounter, nobody would know.
Reckless? Absolutely. Dangerous? Definitely. But two days of complete access spoiled me. Can't go back to total deprivation immediately. The need for her overrides every logical thought.
I approach the bed, already hard, stripping off my shirt. "Sorry, stepsister, but I'm claiming my reward early. Can't help myself."
Jeans and boxers follow. I climb onto the bed carefully, movements controlled despite the urgency coursing through me. Push her t-shirt up slowly, revealing her naked body underneath.
No bra, no panties. Perfect access.
My hands roam her body possessively—cups her breasts, tweaking nipples until they harden under my touch. Slide down her stomach, spreading her legs wider. She's already slightly wet, her body remembering me even in sleep.
I lean down, taking a nipple in my mouth. Suck hard. She moans sleepily, a soft "Mmm..." escaping while still unconscious.
Switch to the other breast, biting gently. Her back arches unconsciously, body responding to stimulation even as she sleeps. Fucking beautiful.
I position myself between her thighs, looking at her pussy—pink and perfect and mine. Lean in, licking up her slit slowly, tasting her.
My tongue circles her clit expertly while I insert two fingers, pumping slowly. She's responsive even asleep, hips lifting, seeking more. Breathy "Ahh..." moans escape as her body betrays its arousal unconsciously.
I feel her getting wetter, building toward orgasm. Increase the intensity ruthlessly.
"That's it, Chloe. Come for me."
"Mmm—ahh—oh—" The sleepy cries increase as her pussy clenches around my fingers. Back arching completely off the bed, eyes fluttering but not opening. Body shaking, releasing. I lick her through it, savoring every drop.
Chloe stirs as consciousness returns slowly. Eyes opening, confused and aroused. Sees me between her thighs, grinning up at her.
"Cade?" Sleep slurs her voice. "What—what are you doing?"
"Claiming my reward. Using what's mine."
"But—I thought you'd wait until midnight—our parents are awake?—"
"I know." I position my cock at her entrance. "We have to be quick and quiet."
"This is insane—we can't?—"
I slide inside before she can finish protesting.
"Oh fuck—" The gasp bursts out of her.
"Shh. Quiet, remember?" I cover her mouth with my hand, muffling any further sounds.
Then I fuck her hard and fast. No time for slow buildup, not with parents literally one floor below. Could come upstairs any moment. Door's locked but that would be suspicious if they try it.
The risk of discovery heightens every sensation.
"They're going to catch us," Chloe breathes against my palm.
"Then be quiet so they don't." Each thrust goes deep, purposeful. Racing against time, against discovery, against common sense.
After the initial shock, Chloe responds enthusiastically. Wraps her legs around my waist, pulling me deeper. Nails dig into my shoulders as she meets my thrusts eagerly.
"Yes—fuck—don't stop—" The whisper barely audible.
"Missed this—missed you?—"
"It's been hours, stepsister."
"Too long. Need you always."
Part of me knows this is reckless beyond belief.
Should stop, get dressed, go downstairs before we're discovered.
But I can't stop now, buried deep inside her.
Two days of constant access spoiled me completely.
Her pussy grips my cock perfectly, the wrongness making everything hotter.
Fucking Chloe with our parents home, one floor away, completely unaware.
Most dangerous thing we've done yet.
And I love it.
I increase the pace, chasing orgasm. Need to finish before discovery.
"Come for me, Chloe. Come on my cock."
She's building rapidly, danger heightening every sensation. "Cade—I'm going to—oh fuck?—"
I clamp my hand over her mouth as her pussy convulses around me. She screams into my palm, the sound muffled as her body shakes violently. Eyes rolling back, completely overwhelmed. Can't control her reactions as orgasm tears through her intensely.
The sight and feeling push me over the edge. I bury myself deep.
"Fuck—Chloe—taking my cum?—"
Fill her pussy, marking her again. Grinding deep, making sure it stays inside where it belongs.
We're still connected, both panting, when the doorknob rattles.
We freeze. Terror flooding every nerve.
Knock on the door. "Chloe? Dinner's ready." Doris's voice, cheerful and unsuspecting.
"Just a minute, Mom!" Chloe calls out, voice shaking despite her attempt at normalcy.
I start to pull out, reaching for discarded clothes. Too late.
The door swings open—she must have a spare key for Chloe's room. Doris stands in the doorway, smile already fading as she processes what she's seeing.
Me on top, obviously naked, between Chloe's spread legs. Chloe's face flushed, guilty, panicked. No mistaking what's happening. What just happened.
Silence. Absolute and deafening.
Doris frozen in the doorway, face draining of color. Eyes widening in horror. Hand flying to her mouth.
"Oh my god?—"
"What—what are you?—"
She can't form full sentences, backing away, shaking her head violently.
"No—no—this isn't?—"
I pull out of Chloe quickly, grabbing the sheet to cover her body.
"Doris, wait?—"
"Mom—" Chloe's crying now, panicked.
But Doris turns and runs down the hallway, screaming at the top of her lungs.
"Harold! Get up here now!"
Our secret, explosively revealed.
We scramble to dress, panic overriding everything else.
"Fuck—fuck—fuck—" I curse, pulling on jeans without bothering with underwear. No time for a shirt.
Chloe grabs clothes with shaking hands. "What do we do? What do we do?"
"We face them. It's all we can do."
"They're going to kill us."
"Let them try."
Footsteps pound up the stairs. Harold's voice carries fury already. "What's wrong? What happened?"
"In there! In Chloe's room!"
Both parents appear in the doorway. See me shirtless, Chloe disheveled, bed obviously used. Cum-stained sheets visible, undeniable evidence of what they interrupted.