Somno Stepbrother (While She Sleeps #4)

1. Cade

CADE

I finish my last set of bench presses and drop the bar onto the rack with a metallic clang. Sweat drips down my temples as I sit up, grabbing my water bottle. The gym's nearly empty at nine-thirty on a Tuesday night, just how I like it. No crowds, no waiting for equipment, no distractions.

My phone buzzes on the bench beside me. I glance at the screen and see Chloe's name.

My stepsister.

The girl who's been driving me insane for two weeks straight.

I swipe to open the message and freeze. It's a video. Thumbnail shows her face filling the frame, those hazel eyes staring directly at the camera. She's wearing that thin white tank top she sleeps in sometimes, the one that shows everything.

I hit play before I can think better of it.

"I need you to watch all of this. Don't skip ahead." Her voice comes through clear and steady, not a hint of nervousness. "I've thought about this for weeks. I want to try something with you."

My grip tightens on the phone. Blood rushes south so fast I get lightheaded.

"I want you touching me, tasting me, fucking me while I'm asleep tonight."

Jesus fucking Christ.

The camera angle shifts, panning down to show the swell of her breasts through that flimsy fabric. Small, perfect, nipples hard enough to cast shadows. She moves back into frame, lips parted, color high on her cheeks.

"I know you want me too, stepbrother. I've seen how you look at me."

Stepbrother. The word lands like a punch to my gut and a stroke to my cock all at once. She knows exactly what she's doing using that word.

"My safe word is 'Crimson.' I'm going to take a sleeping pill and go to bed at ten. I want to wake up with you inside me."

The video ends with her biting her lower lip, eyes dark with hunger that shouldn't be aimed at her stepbrother. That definitely shouldn't make my cock throb the way it does.

I save the video to my phone with shaking hands.

Two weeks. Two weeks of torture since I arrived at our parents' house for what was supposed to be a quick vacation.

I'd planned to stay for seven days, maybe ten at most. But I kept finding reasons to extend my visit.

Conference calls I could take remotely. Projects that didn't actually need my physical presence in the city.

And if I'm honest with myself—brutally, uncomfortably honest—Chloe is the reason why.

My twenty-one-year-old stepsister with her sleep-tousled brunette hair at breakfast, her tiny pajama shorts that barely cover her ass, the way she looks at me when she thinks I'm not paying attention.

Those accidental touches in the kitchen that linger half a second too long.

The flush that spreads across her chest when I catch her staring.

I've fought it. Told myself a hundred different ways that she's off-limits.

She's family now, even if there's no blood between us.

Our parents got married a year ago in that ridiculous garden ceremony, merging two households into one big happy family.

Harold and Doris, so fucking pleased with themselves for finding love again in their old age.

My father have no idea his son wants to corrupt his stepdaughter.

But looking at this video, at her explicit consent spelled out in breathy words and hungry eyes, something snaps inside me.

Fuck it. I'm taking her.

I'm off the bench in seconds, shoving my phone in my pocket and grabbing my gym bag. The drive home passes in a blur of streetlights and increasingly filthy thoughts. By the time I pull into the driveway at ten-fifteen, my cock's so hard it hurts.

The house sits dark and quiet. Mom and Harold's bedroom is on the opposite wing, far enough away that they wouldn't hear a fire alarm, much less what I'm about to do to Chloe.

I let myself in through the side door, toeing off my shoes in the mudroom. My heart pounds as I climb the stairs to the second floor where Chloe's bedroom sits three doors down from mine. Each step feels weighted, significant. Everything's about to change.

I pause outside her door with my hand on the knob. One last moment of doubt flickers through me. She's my stepsister. This is crossing a line we can never uncross.

But she consented. She made that video. She wants this.

And I'm done fighting what I want.

The door opens silently under my hand. I slip inside and close it behind me with a soft click.

Moonlight spills through her window, painting everything in silver and shadow. My eyes adjust quickly, finding her on the bed exactly as she promised.

Chloe lies on her back, deeply asleep. I cross to the bed slowly, drinking in every detail of her like a man dying of thirst.

She's petite, maybe five-five in bare feet, with a slim build that emphasizes her youth.

Brunette hair spreads across the white pillow in glossy waves.

Her face in sleep looks peaceful, almost innocent—long lashes resting against flushed cheeks, small nose, full lips parted just slightly as she breathes.

The thin tank top does nothing to hide her body. Small breasts with hard nipples pressing against the fabric. Flat stomach rising and falling steadily. Those tiny sleep shorts barely cover her hips, leaving her long legs exposed.

Everything about her screams innocence and vulnerability.

Mine. She's finally going to be mine.

At thirty-five, I'm fourteen years older. Old enough to know better. But as I look at her sleeping form, any trace of guilt evaporates like morning fog. She offered herself. How could I possibly refuse?

I sit carefully on the edge of her bed. The mattress dips under my weight but she doesn't stir. Her breathing remains deep and even.

She's a virgin. I know she is.

The knowledge has been eating at me for weeks.

Little things gave it away. She's never mentioned a boyfriend.

She blushes and goes quiet whenever sex comes up in conversation.

The way she looks at me carries curiosity mixed with uncertainty, like she wants something but doesn't quite understand what.

I'm going to be her first. Her only.

Every first kiss, first touch, first orgasm—all mine. No other man will ever know her body the way I will. My little stepsister, offering herself to me while she sleeps.

Possessive satisfaction rolls through me in a dark wave. I'll make sure she never regrets this. Never wants anyone else.

I strip off my shirt and toss it aside. The tattoos covering my chest and arms look almost black in the moonlight. Intricate patterns that took years to complete.

Reaching out, I touch her cheek with my fingertips. Feather-light. Her skin feels warm and soft.

She doesn't stir.

"Chloe?" I say her name quietly, testing.

No response. Her breathing stays steady and deep.

My hand hovers over her body. Even with her video, is this right? She's my stepsister. This is so fucked up on every level.

I start to pull back.

"Mmm..." Chloe shifts in her sleep, the small sound catching me off guard. Her hand moves, fingers brushing against my thigh where I sit on the bed. Body language completely relaxed, inviting.

Decision made.

I hook my fingers under the hem of her tank top and lift slowly, watching her face for any sign of distress. The fabric slides up inch by inch, revealing smooth skin, the curve of her ribs, finally her bare breasts.

Her eyes flutter but don't open. Still deeply asleep.

I pull the tank top over her head, her arms limp and compliant. Those perfect small breasts with their hard pink nipples make my mouth water.

"Fuck, you're beautiful," I breathe.

Moving to her shorts, I slide them down her legs. White cotton panties underneath, already showing a damp spot at the center.

Already wet for me, even in sleep.

I remove her panties last, leaving her completely naked and exposed. Taking a moment, I just look at her. Memorize every detail. No one else has seen her like this. Only me.

I cup her breasts, palms covering them completely. My thumbs circle her nipples and they harden further under my touch. Leaning down, I take her left nipple into my mouth and suck softly.

"Ahh..." Chloe moans in her sleep.

Her back arches slightly, pressing her breast deeper into my mouth. I switch to the right nipple, tongue flicking and circling while my hands roam down her sides. Trace her ribs, her flat stomach.

Kisses trail between her breasts, down her belly. I settle between her spread legs and look at what she's offering.

Pink, glistening, completely bare. Virgin pussy, untouched and perfect.

About to be claimed.

Mine to taste first. Mine to fuck first.

I spread her thighs wider, settle my shoulders between them. Lean in and breathe in her scent—sweet arousal mixed with something uniquely her.

My first lick runs slow up her slit.

Chloe's hips jerk. A sleepy whimper escapes her. "Mmm... oh..."

I circle her clit with my tongue, gentle at first. Her breathing changes, becomes faster and more shallow. Sucking her clit between my lips, I feel her body respond instantly.

"Ahh... ahh..." Soft moans fall from her parted lips. Her hips roll against my face unconsciously. Fingers curl into the sheets. Eyes still closed but her face shows pleasure—forehead creased, mouth open, head turning side to side.

A sleepy smile curves her lips.

I increase the intensity, tongue fucking her entrance. She tastes incredible. Virgin arousal coats my mouth as I devour her. Two fingers press gently at her entrance, feeling the resistance of her tightness.

So fucking tight. Virgin pussy gripping my fingers as I pump slowly.

My mouth returns to her clit, sucking and licking while I work my fingers inside her. Chloe's moans grow louder.

"Oh... yes... mmm..."

Her body tenses, building toward something she's probably never felt before. I don't stop. I want her to come on my tongue for the first time.

"Ahh—ahh—ahh—" Breathless cries fill the room.

Her pussy clenches around my fingers in rhythmic pulses. Back arches clean off the bed, thighs trembling on either side of my head. Her eyes flutter open briefly—glazed and unseeing.