3. Zoey #2
He devours my mouth like he owns it. Complete possession in every stroke of his tongue, every angle of his head, every firm press of his lips. Kisses me until I can't breathe, until I'm dizzy from lack of oxygen and overwhelming sensation, until I'm clutching him just to stay standing.
When he finally pulls back, I gasp for air. My lips feel swollen and tingling. Can't form coherent thoughts beyond more and please and Zachary.
He stares at my thoroughly kissed face with deep satisfaction, then runs his thumb over my bottom lip. "That mouth belongs to me now."
"Zachary—"
"I took your first kiss. No one else will ever have that.
" His voice carries absolute certainty. "You're marked as mine in a way no one can see but both of us know.
Every time you kiss anyone else in the future, you'll remember.
Your first kiss was taken by your stepbrother in his gym.
Taken because you wanted it despite knowing it was wrong. "
I can't deny it. My response proved everything.
His voice drops lower, rougher. "Do you want to know how good I can make you feel?"
I'm trembling, aroused beyond anything I imagined possible. My head nods before my brain can interfere.
"Zachary." I whisper, even as I'm pressing closer to him. "This is so wrong. We can't—we shouldn't?—"
"Stepsister." The word rolls off his tongue like a dark promise, making the taboo explicit between us.
"You keep saying how wrong this is, how we shouldn't do this, while your body is telling me exactly what you need.
I bet if I slipped my hand between your thighs right now, I'd find you soaking wet for me. "
He guides me to a nearby workout bench and lays me back on the leather surface. I'm looking up at him, vulnerable and exposed and desperately aroused.
His fingers hook into my athletic shorts and panties. He pulls both down my legs in one smooth motion.
I instinctively try to close my legs, mortified. No one has ever seen me naked before.
"Don't." He grabs my wrists gently but firmly, moving my hands away when I try to cover myself. "Never hide from me. I want to see everything." His grip tightens slightly. "Mine to look at, mine to touch, mine to taste."
He releases my wrists and grips my thighs instead, spreading them wide. Exposing me completely to his view.
A man is seeing my pussy for the first time. My stepbrother is staring at my most intimate place. I've never felt so naked, so seen, so utterly owned. The nature of our relationship makes every second more intense than it should be.
"Fuck," he groans. "You're perfect. Pink and wet and completely untouched." His gray eyes lock on mine. "Your virgin pussy belongs to me now. I'm going to taste every inch of it."
"Oh god—" The whimper tears from my throat.
His head descends between my spread thighs. His tongue drags through my pussy in one long lick.
I nearly scream. Nothing has ever felt like this. Nothing. My back arches off the bench involuntarily.
His tongue explores me methodically. Licking through my folds, tasting my arousal, learning every inch. When he finds my clit and circles it deliberately, I cry out and grab his hair.
"Oh—oh god—Zachary—" I'm gasping, unable to form complete sentences. "What are you—ahh—I can't—too much—please don't stop?—"
He licks, sucks, nibbles at my pussy with clear expertise. His tongue circles my clit with perfect pressure, then sucks the sensitive bud into his mouth. Returns to lick through my folds, tasting everything. His beard scratches my inner thighs, adding sensation.
"This pussy is mine," he says between licks, breath hot against my wet flesh. "No other man will ever taste it. I'm the first and only one who'll have his mouth here." He sucks my clit again, making me gasp. "You're my virgin stepsister and you belong to me."
Each filthy word makes me wetter. His tongue probes my virgin entrance—the hole no one has ever breached. He can feel how tight I am, how untouched. His tongue pushes inside shallowly, and I'm trembling violently.
"So fucking tight," he groans against me. "Can't wait to feel this wrapped around my cock. Going to stretch you open, ruin you for anyone else."
The pressure building inside me is unfamiliar and overwhelming. Everything tightens, coiling toward something I don't understand. His tongue on my clit is relentless, perfect pressure that's pushing me toward an edge I've never approached before.
"Something's happening—" I gasp, thighs shaking around his head. "I don't know—Zachary?—"
He sucks my clit hard.
"Let go," he commands between licks. "Give me your first orgasm. Come on your stepbrother's tongue. Let me feel your virgin pussy clench."
I shatter.
"Zachary—oh god—yes—ahh!" I'm screaming, unable to control the sounds tearing from my throat. My pussy clenches rhythmically on nothing. Thighs shake uncontrollably around his head. Wave after wave of pleasure crashes through me—the most intense thing I've ever felt in my entire life.
He licks me through every aftershock, consuming my arousal, groaning against my pussy like I taste perfect. Doesn't stop until I'm oversensitive and whimpering.
I'm boneless on the bench, panting desperately. Can't move, can't think. Utterly destroyed by what just happened. Never imagined anything could feel that good.
He pulls me up to sitting position. I'm limp, barely able to hold myself upright. Looking at him with dazed eyes and swollen lips.
Then he kisses me again. Hard and claiming. I taste something tangy and musky on his tongue—realize it's me, tasting my own arousal on his mouth. The realization makes me moan.
"That was your first orgasm," he says against my lips. "Given by me, your stepbrother. I'm going to give you hundreds more." His hand grips my jaw, forcing me to meet his intense gaze. "You're addicted to me now, to this pleasure. You can't deny it—your body proved everything."
I can't argue. Can't form words beyond his name.
"I'm going to take every first you have," he continues, voice rough with promise. "First kiss—done. First orgasm—done. Eventually, I'll take your cherry, claim your virginity completely. But slowly, thoroughly, until you're begging for it."
"Zachary—" I try to protest, but it sounds more like a plea.
"You belong to me now." His thumb strokes my swollen bottom lip. "That mouth, that pussy, that virgin body—all mine. No other man is allowed near you. You're my stepsister, my responsibility, my obsession." He kisses me once more, consuming. "Mine to corrupt and claim."
He helps me dress with shaking hands. I can barely stand, legs like jelly from the orgasm still pulsing through my system. He steadies me, then sends me away before I can catch my breath.
Leaves me aching and desperate for more. Maintaining complete control while I'm spinning.
Back in my room, I collapse on my bed. Completely overwhelmed by what just happened. My stepbrother just gave me my first kiss. My first orgasm. Went down on me in his gym. And I let him. Wanted it desperately.
Guilt wars with arousal in my chest. I feel guilty about how much I loved it. Guilty about wanting more immediately. I know this is wrong, forbidden, completely inappropriate. Stepbrothers and stepsisters shouldn't do those things.
But my body doesn't care about should or shouldn't. I'm already addicted to his touch.
I touch my lips—still swollen from his kiss. Remember the feel of his tongue on my pussy. The overwhelming orgasm that destroyed me. I know I'll do anything to feel that again.
He's right. I'm addicted already. Addicted to my stepbrother's touch.
He's claimed firsts I can never get back. First kiss, first orgasm, first time being seen naked. All taken by my stepbrother. I'm marked as his in ways no one else can see but both of us know.
And I want him to take more.
The realization terrifies me. He promised to take my virginity eventually. I'm scared of the pain, the irreversibility, how far this will go.
But I'm also desperately curious. My body already craves more of what he gives.
I curl onto my side, pressing my thighs together against the ache still pulsing there. Hours until our parents return. Hours alone in this house with Zachary.
Hours for him to claim more of me.
The thought should horrify me. Instead, anticipation coils hot in my stomach.
I'm in so much trouble.