6. Cade
CADE
Forty-eight hours. Two full days completely alone with Chloe.
My cock throbs at the possibilities. No sneaking. No hiding. No keeping her quiet. I can fuck her anywhere, anytime. Make her scream without worrying about parents hearing. Going to claim every single room in this house, mark it all as ours.
I throw off the covers and head to the shower, already planning how I'll take her first. Kitchen counter? Living room sofa? Maybe bent over the dining table where we pretend to be normal stepsiblings every evening.
The hot water does nothing to calm my arousal. I stroke myself once, twice, then stop. Save it for her. She's going to need every drop I can give.
I dress in jeans and a black t-shirt, nothing fancy. We're not going anywhere today. Just staying home and fucking like animals finally free of their cage.
Downstairs, the kitchen bustles with last-minute departure chaos. Harold checks flight details on his phone while Doris packs snacks into her carry-on.
"Good morning, son. Sleep well?" My father looks up briefly.
"Very well, Dad. You guys all set?" I pour coffee, fighting the smirk threatening to break through.
"Just about. Flight leaves at eleven." He returns to his phone.
Doris zips her bag closed. "Chloe's not up yet?"
"Probably tired. I'll check on her later." I know exactly why she's tired. Kept her up most of the night, fucking her until she could barely form words.
Harold sets his phone down, adopting his serious father voice. "Remember, you two are in charge. House rules still apply. No wild parties, no unapproved guests."
If only he knew what rules we'd be breaking the second they left.
"We'll be fine, Dad. Just focus on your trip."
"I'm trusting you to be responsible." He gives me that look, the one that says he's counting on me to be the mature adult here.
Sure. I'll be very responsible. Responsibly fucking his stepdaughter in every room of this house.
At 8:15, Chloe descends the stairs carefully, walking gingerly.
I notice immediately—she's sore from last night's rough claiming.
She's wearing loose shorts and an oversized hoodie, trying to hide the hickeys I left all over her neck.
Her hair's pulled into a messy bun, no makeup, and she's still the most beautiful thing I've ever seen.
Our eyes meet across the kitchen. She blushes instantly, that pretty pink spreading across her cheeks.
"Morning, honey!" Doris beams at her daughter. "Sleep okay? You look tired."
"Just slept really... deeply." Chloe's voice is rough, probably from all the screaming she did into my hand.
I cough to cover my laugh.
"Want coffee, stepsister? I just made a fresh pot." I emphasize the word, watching her reaction.
"Yes, please," she mumbles, not meeting my eyes.
Harold finishes loading the car and calls us both into the living room. "Quick talk before we leave."
We sit on the sofa, maintaining appropriate distance. Playing the role of responsible stepsiblings one last time before they go.
"We'll be back Friday evening around seven PM," Harold begins. "That's two full days you'll be alone. We trust you both to behave responsibly."
Doris adds, "Chloe, sweetie, if you need anything, call me."
"Cade, you're the older one here. Look after your stepsister."
"Of course. I'll take very good care of her." The double meaning is lost on them, but Chloe shifts uncomfortably beside me. She knows exactly how I plan to take care of her.
"Kitchen is fully stocked. Don't burn the house down." Harold continues his list. "Emergency numbers are on the fridge. We're trusting you two. Don't make us regret it."
We both nod obediently like good children.
They have absolutely no idea how thoroughly that trust will be betrayed.
At 9:30, we stand on the porch waving as they load the car. Chloe and I maintain appropriate distance, acting like normal stepsiblings. Polite smiles. Casual waves.
"Have a safe flight!"
"Text us when you land!"
The car pulls out of the driveway. We wave until it disappears around the corner.
The second it's gone, the entire atmosphere shifts.
I turn to Chloe slowly, letting predatory intent show in my expression.
"Alone at last, Chloe."
She backs toward the door, excitement and nervousness warring in her hazel eyes. "Cade... what are you?—"
"What do you think? I'm going to catch my prey."
She squeals and runs inside. I follow at a measured pace, stalking like a hunter who knows his quarry has nowhere to go. She runs through the living room, and I'm faster, longer strides eating up the distance. She makes it to the kitchen and tries to dodge around the island.
I cut her off easily, trapping her against the counter.
We're both breathing hard, grinning.
"Caught you, stepsister."
"That was barely a chase."
"Didn't want to run too hard. Still sore from last night." She looks up at me through her lashes.
My hands grip her hips, pulling her flush against me. My cock is already rock hard, pressing against her stomach through our clothes.
"Feel what you do to me?"
"You're insatiable."
"Only for you."
I lift her onto the kitchen counter in one smooth motion, stepping between her spread legs. "Been fantasizing about fucking you right here."
"On the counter where we have family meals?" But her breathing quickens.
"Especially there. Marking it as ours."
I push her hoodie up. No bra underneath. "You knew what was going to happen, didn't you? Made it easy for me. Good girl."
I palm her breasts, tweaking her nipples until they're hard peaks. She moans, head falling back against the cabinet.
"Already so responsive."
I lean down and take one nipple in my mouth, sucking hard. My teeth graze the sensitive flesh.
"Ahh—Cade?—"
"Love hearing you moan without holding back."
I pull her shorts and panties off in one quick motion. She's naked on the kitchen counter, vulnerable and aroused and mine. I shed my own clothes rapidly, too desperate to take my time.
I line up and thrust inside with no preamble.
Chloe cries out: "Oh fuck—yes?—"
No hand over her mouth. No muffling. She can be as loud as she wants.
"That's it, scream for me. Let the whole empty house hear you."
I fuck her hard and fast, no buildup needed. The counter shakes with the force of my thrusts. Her pussy is still swollen from last night but she takes me perfectly, gripping my cock like she was made for it.
"Cade—oh god—so deep?—"
"Your pussy feels incredible. Taking your stepbrother's cock in the kitchen."
The taboo makes it hotter. This kitchen where our family shares meals. This counter where Doris prepares food. We're defiling the domestic space, claiming it for ourselves.
I rub her clit while fucking her deep. "Come for me, Chloe. Come on my cock."
She obeys immediately, body conditioned to respond to my commands.
"Cade—yes—fuck—I'm coming?—"
She screams freely, no holding back. Her pussy clenches around me rhythmically, milking my cock. I follow seconds later, slamming deep.
"Fuck—Chloe?—"
I fill her with cum, grinding against her to make sure it stays inside. "Taking my cum in the fucking kitchen."
We press our foreheads together, both panting.
"We just christened the kitchen," she breathes.
"First room down. Many more to go."
I pull out reluctantly, watching my cum drip down her thighs. I grab paper towels and clean her gently, tender after the rough claiming.
"What do you want to do today?" I ask.
"Besides this?" She gestures between us.
"Besides this. Though we'll definitely be doing more."
"We should eat something real. Order takeout for lunch?"
"Sounds good. What else?"
"Movie? Swimming in the pool? More sex?" She grins.
I laugh. "Definitely more sex. But let's do other things too. Pretend we're a normal couple for a day."
She lights up at the word 'couple.'
"Are we? A couple?"
The vulnerability in her voice makes my chest tight. I cup her face. "You're mine, Chloe. Exclusively. Does that make us a couple? Yeah, I think it does."
"Even though we're stepsiblings?"
"Even though. Maybe because of it."
I kiss her tenderly, sealing the declaration.
"Now come on, let's get dressed. I'm starving."
We spend the morning doing normal things. Order Chinese takeout for lunch at noon. Eat in the living room watching some comedy movie, sitting close on the sofa with her feet in my lap. We steal food from each other's plates, laugh at stupid jokes, hold hands.
It feels natural. Right. Normal. Easy to forget the taboo nature of this and just be two people who care about each other.
Chloe rests her head on my shoulder. "This is nice."
"Yeah, it is."
"Wish it could always be like this."
"It can be. Behind closed doors. When we're alone, we're just us."
She nods, bittersweet acceptance settling over her features.
At 2 PM, the summer heat makes us restless.
"Let's swim," Chloe suggests.
We change into swimwear in separate rooms. When she emerges from the bathroom, my breath catches.
The bikini is tiny—electric blue triangles of fabric that struggle to contain her full breasts, the strings tied in delicate bows at her hips.
The bottoms sit low, revealing the gentle curve of her hip bones and the soft expanse of her stomach.
Every step makes the fabric shift precariously, threatening to reveal even more of her body.
Her tits look incredible, pushed together by the halter top, cleavage on display in a way that makes my cock stir immediately. The bikini bottom hugs her ass perfectly, barely covering the curve of her cheeks. I can see the slight indent where the fabric cuts between her thighs.
She's a fantasy come to life. Young, gorgeous, mine.