The car jolts over the rough road, each bump making me grip the seat a little tighter. I glance out the window, trying to focus on the towering trees rather than the awkwardness of being stuck in a car with my new stepbrothers, Rick and Mike. Their idea was a camping trip to "bond" after our parents married a few months ago. I wasn't sure what I expected from life after graduating high school. Still, camping in the middle of nowhere with two college-aged guys definitely wasn't it.

Rick, who's driving, seems completely at ease. He's the quieter one, more serious and thoughtful. On the other hand, Mike is in the passenger seat, flipping through radio stations and talking nonstop about everything from the campsite to some hiking trail he wants to try. I keep my headphones on, the volume low enough to hear them but high enough to pretend I'm not.

"We're almost there," Mike says, turning to grin at me. "You're gonna love it. The view is killer."

I smile and nod, though the pit in my stomach still hasn't gone away. I've never been camping before. My idea of the outdoors is lounging by a pool or maybe a beach vacation, not sleeping in a tent and fighting off mosquitoes. But when my mom and stepdad suggested this trip with Rick and Mike, I couldn't find a good excuse to get out of it. So, I am in a car full of camping gear, heading for a weekend in the wilderness with two guys who feel more like strangers than family.

Finally, the car stops in a small clearing surrounded by dense trees. The air smells fresh, like pine and earth, and it's so quiet that the only sound is the rustling of leaves in the breeze. I climb out, stretching my legs and looking around. I must admit, the place is beautiful in a rugged, untouched way. The sun is already dipping behind the mountains, casting a warm glow over the campsite.

"Alright, let's set up," Rick says, opening the trunk and pulling out a couple of large bags.

I watch Mike join him, moving like they've done this a thousand times. I have no idea what to do, so I linger awkwardly, unsure how to help.

"Hey, Sam," Mike calls, using the nickname they've started calling me, "want to help with the tent?"

"Uh, sure," I say, walking over and grabbing one of the poles.

Rick smiles at me, his expression friendlier than I expected. "It's pretty simple. We'll show you how to do it."

Together, we unroll the tent and start setting it up. It's a bit more complicated than I thought, but Rick is patient, guiding me through the steps, while Mike makes goofy comments about us sleeping under the stars if we mess it up. Despite myself, I feel a little better—maybe this trip won't be so bad after all.

After a while, the tent stands tall, and I step back, admiring our work. "Not too shabby," I say, brushing dirt off my hands.

Mike claps his hands together. "You're a natural, Sam! Who's up for a quick hike before we lose daylight?"

I glance at the fading sun and feel a twinge of apprehension. I'm not exactly the hiking type, but I don't want to seem like the odd one out. "Sure, why not," I say, trying to sound enthusiastic.

Our trail is narrow, winding through thick trees and over rocks. I stay close to Rick, who's walking slower, while Mike darts ahead, his energy boundless. As we make our way deeper into the forest, I relax. The air is cool, and the sounds of birds and rustling leaves are oddly calming. I'm still unsure about camping, but it's not as bad as I imagined.

Rick glances over at me. "So, you excited about college?"

I shrug. "I guess. Still getting used to the idea of being done with high school."

"I get that," Rick says, nodding. "It's a big change. But you'll do great."

Before I can respond, Mike comes bounding back down the trail, his face lit up with excitement. "You guys have to see this! Come on!"

Rick sighs, shaking his head fondly. "He always finds something."

Curiosity is getting the better of me, and I follow as we pick up the pace. We break through the trees into a small clearing, and my breath catches in my throat. Ahead of us is a sparkling lake, its surface reflecting the last rays of the setting sun. The water is so clear I can see the rocks at the bottom, and the whole scene looks like something out of a painting.

"Wow," I whisper, stepping closer to the edge.

"Told you it was worth it," Mike says, his grin wide and proud.

For the first time since we started the trip, I feel a little lighter, the awkwardness between me and my new stepbrothers fading into the background. Maybe this trip won't be as terrible as I thought.

As I stood by the lake, I found myself glancing at Rick and Mike more than I wanted to admit. I’d noticed it before—how attractive they were—but out here, with the golden light of the setting sun reflecting off the water, it was even more obvious. Rick, with his serious expression and quiet confidence, had that kind of classic, effortless look: tall, dark hair always a bit tousled, and sharp features that made him seem older than he really was. Mike, on the other hand, had a more playful energy. His smile came easy and bright, his eyes always sparkling with mischief. He was laid-back, constantly teasing or cracking jokes, but somehow it worked for him. The two of them looked so much alike, yet carried themselves in such different ways.

It felt wrong to notice it—so wrong that I kept mentally scolding myself every time my mind wandered to how good-looking they were. They were my stepbrothers now, and thinking about them like that was… weird. Really weird.

Still, I couldn’t help it. The thought popped into my head before I could shove it away. They’re good-looking. Like, really good-looking. My cheeks burned with embarrassment at the thought. What kind of person finds their stepbrothers attractive? We weren’t related by blood, but it didn’t make it any less strange.

I shifted uncomfortably, trying to focus on the view instead of how close Rick was standing next to me or how Mike’s laughter made my stomach do these stupid little flips. This wasn’t the kind of situation I’d expected to find myself in. It had only been a few months since my mom remarried, and I was still trying to adjust to having stepbrothers at all—let alone ones who looked like they could’ve stepped off the cover of a magazine.

Get it together, I told myself firmly. This was supposed to be a bonding trip, a way to get to know them as family, not… whatever weird thing my brain was doing right now. I felt ridiculous, but the thoughts kept sneaking in anyway, no matter how hard I tried to push them away.

Mike caught my eye and smiled, completely unaware of the internal mess going on in my head. “Pretty cool, huh? This lake’s the best part of the whole place.”

“Yeah,” I managed, my voice a little tight. “It’s… really nice.”

I needed to snap out of it.

“Come on! Let’s go for a dip!” Mike yelled suddenly, stripping off his shirt and tossing it aside. I couldn’t help but laugh as he hopped around on one foot, struggling to pull off his hiking boots and socks.

“But my suit’s back at the campsite!” I called after him.

“Who says you need a suit?” Rick chimed in, flashing a wide grin beside me. “We’re in the middle of nowhere—who’s gonna see?” he teased, raising an eyebrow.

My eyes widened, and I could feel the blush creeping across my cheeks as I watched Rick casually peel off his jeans and T-shirt.

“Haven’t you ever been skinny dipping?” he asked, tilting his head with a playful expression.

I giggled, feeling sheepish. “No.”

Without hesitation, Rick shrugged off his boxers and jogged toward the lake, shouting over his shoulder, “Come on, you’re missing out!”

I stood at the edge of the lake, my bare feet sinking into the soft mud as I watched Rick and Mike splashing around in the water. The sun was warm on my skin, and I could feel the heat prickling my shoulders as I crossed my arms over my bare chest, feeling a bit exposed. I bit my lip, debating whether I should join them.

After all, I was only wearing a light blue thong, and both of my stepbrothers were completely naked. But they were right—we were in the middle of nowhere. Who would even see?

With a sigh, I dipped my toes into the cool water, relishing how refreshing it felt. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad to join in after all. I could always cover up if anyone happened to come by. For now, I let out a laugh, watching as Rick and Mike splashed each other, their bodies glistening in the sunlight.

“Sammy, come over here and join us!” Mike called out to me.

“Is it deep?” I asked, a little hesitant. I wasn’t exactly the best swimmer, and this lake had some pretty deep drop-offs.

“Don’t worry, we’ve got you,” Rick said as he swam closer, his muscles gleaming in the sun. “Hop on my back. I’ll show you how fun the deep water can be.”

I hesitated for a moment but then bit my lip and climbed onto Rick’s back, wrapping my legs tightly around him.

“Hold on tight,” he whispered in a low voice as we moved into the deeper water. With each stroke of his strong arms, I could feel my nipples hardening against his warm skin. My cheeks flushed, but I tried to push the thought away, focusing instead on the water and the experience.

As we reached a spot where the water reached Rick’s chest, he stopped and turned to face me, his hands gently holding my waist as I clung to his neck.

“See? It’s not so bad,” he said with a grin. “Now we can really have some fun.” Without warning, he dunked us both under the water.

I squealed as we resurfaced, the rush of adrenaline making my heart race.

Rick grinned, treading water beside me. “The water’s deep enough here—I’m going to go cliff jumping.”

I turned to look at the jagged rocks he was pointing to, my heart sinking. “I don’t think that’s a good idea,” I said, trying to sound calm. “There’s no hospital for miles.”

Mike swam up beside me and chuckled. “Don’t worry about him. Rick does crazy stuff like this all the time. He won’t listen to warnings anyway.”

“I’ll be fine!” Rick hollered as he swam to the edge of the lake, climbing up the steep rocks. I tried to look away, but I couldn’t. My eyes trailed over his muscular legs and tight ass as he made his way up. Between the cool water and the sight of my stepbrother, my skin tingled.

“Has he always been like this?” I asked Mike, trying to distract myself.

“Since we were kids,” Mike said, floating lazily on his back. I tried not to look, but my cheeks flushed again as I saw his cock bobbing on the surface of the water. These guys had absolutely no shame.

“Watch this!” Rick shouted, his voice full of excitement. I glanced up just as he launched himself off the cliff, plunging into the water with a huge splash.

He popped back up a few seconds later, grinning. I giggled, shaking my head. “He’s crazy.”

Mike turned toward me, noticing my shiver. “Are you cold?” he asked, and just as he said it, our hands brushed underwater, a small accidental touch that sent a shiver down my spine.

“You are,” Mike answered before I could say anything, his hand finding my waist and gently pulling me closer.

“The air’s changing,” he said, glancing up at the sky. “I think a storm’s coming.”

Our eyes met, and for a moment, something hung between us—a tension that neither of us acknowledged out loud. My heart raced as I watched his gaze flicker toward my lips. He licked his own, and I felt my pulse quicken.

Then, the first raindrop hit, followed by a sudden downpour.

“Shit! Hop on!” Mike yelled, and I quickly gripped his shoulders, wrapping my legs around his waist as he steadied us.

“We need to hurry,” Rick called out, swimming toward us. “It might start thundering and lightning soon!”

I'd seen that look in my brother's eyes before. It was the look he got before he did something crazy like cliff-jumping or drag racing.

"Dad would fuckin' kill us," I sneer. "Don't even think about it!"

"She's out like a light," Rick says, trailing a finger over the exposed skin on her belly. "Look, no reaction. The hike and swimming in the lake wore her out."

I narrow my eyes, "was that part of your plan?"

He grins, "Not at first," he says with a chuckle, "but it worked."

I can feel my cock getting harder as I watch the pads of his fingers skim over her nipples through her shirt.

"Would you look at that" he breathes as her nipples pucker through the thin cotton. "Little sis likes it."

"You're fuckin' killing me." I groan, adjusting the hard-on in my shorts.

"She has two tits, dude," he leans down and brushes his lips across the puckered nub. "You're killin' yourself by not partaking."

I glance up at Sammy's face. She's still breathing softly; she hasn't even stirred.

Rick raises his eyebrows at me, a smirk playing on his lips. "Come on, man. Don't tell me you're going to pass up this opportunity."

I watch as he inches up her shirt, exposing her plump, pert breasts.

"Fucckk," we both groan as we take in her hard nipples.

Ricks's tongue peeks out and flicks one. My heart thuds in my chest, and my cock strains even harder in my shorts.

Then he takes her nipple in his mouth and begins to suckle. His eyes roll into the back of his head. My brother has a thing for nipples. Lactation kink, he calls it. I glance down at the tiny spandex shorts my sister has on, the way they ride up, and the crease settles between her lips. I have a thing for pussy. 

I may have failed algebra, but let me tell you, your boy paid attention in health class. I know the female anatomy very well. 

Going down a girl is my specialty. I can't get enough of pussy. The taste of it, the smell of it. Sometimes, it drives me crazy to know no two are alike. I look at a girl, and I want to know. What does hers look like? Are her lips short or long? Is her clit popped out and waiting for me, or does it like to be gently coaxed from under the hood with a warm wet tongue or one of my thick fingers?

"Your fucking mouth is watering, dude." Rick chuckles as he switches from one of our little sisters' nipples to the other.

"Fuck it," I mumble under my breath and scoot down so I'm resting on my side and eye level with her curvy hips.

I run my hand over her thighs. Her skin is butter-soft. She'd gotten a slight tan while we swam today, and her skin had taken on a bronze color.

"She's so tiny," I admonish, my hand spans the size of one of her thighs. I run my lips across her belly and swirl my tongue in her belly button.

Sammy lets out a soft, contented sigh. I glanced up at Rick, and we both smile in response.

Gently, I lift one of her knees and part her legs, giving me better access.

I drop to my elbows and make just enough space between her legs. 

"Can you smell her yet?" My brother pants as he continues to lick and suckle Sammy's breasts while he palms himself.

I run my nose up the crease of her shorts and groan, "she smells so good. I'm going to hell."

"See you there, brother," Rick chuckles as he takes out his cock and starts stroking it from base to tip. 

I hook my thumbs in her shorts and slowly start to inch them down her hips, pausing every few moments to listen for any change in her breathing or a sign that we're waking her. Still, we must have worn her out because Sammy sleeps soundly. 

As her bare pussy comes into view, my hips grind against the sleeping bag of their own volition.

Her little mound is trimmed neatly, and her pussy lips are slightly parted as if waiting to be spread open and tasted.

I run my thumbs up and down her labia, spreading them.

"She's glistening and wet," I say to my brother. He mumbles something in response, too caught up in stroking himself over our sister's chest.

I run my tongue from her entrance to her clit, and my entire body shivers. My mouth watering at the taste. Sweet and slightly salty. Her clit is popped out and ready to be sucked. 

"Such a good girl. Rick was right; you do like this," I whisper softly. I start slowly, suckling and nibbling at her clit and your soft folds, Sammy shifts slightly, and a tiny moan escapes her mouth, stirring me on even more. 

I spread her open wide and dive in, my tongue exploring everywhere it can reach inside of her.

Rimming her tight little asshole, circling her clit, sucking it, plunging my tongue deep into her entrance over and over. I feel her walls start constricting around my tongue, and I know she's close. I moan inside her pussy, and I taste every delicious drop. 

Sammy's hips start to grind against my face as I continue to eat her out. At this point, I don't know if she's dreaming or partially awake, but I couldn't stop if I wanted to. I run my fingers through her slick, wet lips before I sink two fingers into her tight hole. Curling them, I pump in and out and suck hard on her clit until I feel her shatter and her legs quake. I let her ride out the waves of her orgasm before I pull back.

I'm panting, sweat dripping down my brow as I kneel between her legs. Rick has made a mess of her; her tits are dripping with her cum. My cock is rock hard and begging for relief. Our eyes meet, and seconds pass. The thought of what I'm about to do excites me more than it probably should. I run my fingers through my brother's cum that's dripping from our stepsister's nipples. It coats my fingers, thick and white. I run my hand over the head of my cock, down my shaft, swirling his cum and mixing it with my own pre cum coating my cock, and then thrust inside our sister.

 All three of our juices are mixed together as I pump relentlessly inside her wet hot pussy.

"She's so fuckin tight," I groan, tightly gripping onto my hair, trying to keep control of myself. "Tight little cunt all for me." I thrust.

Sammy moans as though she's dreaming, And then Rick and I both freeze as her tiny voice moans, "Please, brothers, fuck me."

Sammy's eyes flutter open; my brother's cock is inside of her, mid-thrust.

"Don't stop, please," she moans again, looking him square in the eyes, and then she grabs a fist full of my hair and pulls me down to her mouth in a searing kiss. 

Her tongue searches my mouth and tangles with mine, my cock instantly hard again after I just came all over her chest.

"Fuck, baby girl," Mike shouts, pounding inside of our sister. Her body jerks back and forth with the motion, her incredible tits bouncing. 

"I want both of you, please!" She cries out. Pulling back from my mouth

"Are you sure?" I ask.

"Yes, I've never been more sure." she almost sobs.

Mike and I look at each other, and I furrow my brows, I'm not one to deny what a woman wants, but she's so tiny, and if she's as tight as Mike keeps on groaning about. Well, I don't want to hurt her.

Mike pulls out, and Sammy whimpers at the loss. "We're going to try it," I say, tucking a strand of her hair behind one ear and gently kissing her lips. I look her in the eye. You'll tell us if it's too much, Okay?"

Sammy nods her head.

I dig through my bag and pull out a small bottle of lube before lying down and pulling her on top of me. Her perfect breasts bounce like enticing fruits in front of my mouth. I can't resist rubbing one of her nipples between my thumb and forefinger. Now that I've touched them and had them in my mouth, I'll never be able to keep my hands off her delicious tits. And by the way, she's grinding against my cock, I don't think she'll mind.

"You can do it, baby girl. It'll feel so good. You want both of us inside you, don't you?" He asks her.

My heart is beating a mile a minute, and I'm panting as Mikes's fingers lightly tease my asshole, eliciting a moan. 

I thought I was dreaming, but when I awoke from having one of the strongest orgasms of my life and saw it was actually my brothers who made me feel this way, I didn't hesitate to beg them to fuck me. I'm tired of pretending I don't want them; obviously, they want me to.

Mike drizzles something cold and slick onto my tight asshole and slowly presses a finger inside. I groan at the feeling, then moan when he pumps it in and out of me. The slick sensation has nerve endings lighting up in the most naughty way. "Tell me you want this, sweetness," Rick says low and sexy. "Tell me we can have all of you."

"Yes, I want this," I cry out as Mike adds another finger, and I feel the slight burn of my ass stretching.

"That's my good, brave girl," Rick praises. "Such tasty, pretty nipples. And a body that needs to be fucked long and hard," he groans, Sucking a nipple into his mouth and rolling the other between his fingers. Our chests are sticky, and I already smell like sex. In my dream, I felt warm cum being sprayed all over me. Apparently, that part wasn't a dream either. Rick guides his thick cock inside my pussy, and starts pumping into me. He's so long that he hits my cervix in the most delicious way.

Mike's fingers leave my body, then the head of his cock is teasing at my ass. He slowly pushes inside me; I groan when he slides past the tight ring of muscle. His hands caress my back, calming the riotous feelings inside me. I squirm a little between the two men as Mike fills me to bursting. It feels like too much and not enough all at the same time. My eyes water and a tear escapes down my cheek before Rick licks it away, "You're doing so good, baby girl," he says before he pulls me down for a searing kiss.

"Oh, God." My hands clench against Ricks's chest. "So full…"

"I'm going to move," Mike grits out in a warning. He slowly pulls from my body, and every nerve ending in my entire fucking body lights up. Jesus. I never thought it would feel like this. Then he's pushing back inside, and I'm crying out in pleasure. "You good?" Rick asks, cupping my cheeks and drawing my attention away from the crazed feelings that Mike is drawing out of me. "Yesss…" I hiss. "Good girl. I'm going to move now." He bucks up into me, and I nearly die on the spot. It's so damn good. Mike and Rick set a steady rhythm. I whimper as their cocks rock back and forth in my pussy; stroke after stroke, I'm pushed until I don't know how much more I can take. "Easy, baby, we've got you," Rick comforts me.

Mike grunts behind me, and I can tell he's close, "Take more of me." He pushes deeper into my ass. "That's it." He breathes.

The sound of smacking skin and heavy breathing fills the air. Mike wraps his hands around my hips right above Ricks's hands, and they push and pull and quickly set a fast rhythm. I rock my hips, panting and moaning, unable to control any part of my body. All I can do is feel and moan. Both men grow thicker inside me, marking me with their size, spoiling me for any other man. "Both of you… you're so big… Oh, God." I tremble in their arms.

I-Im cumming” I stutter, my orgasm shooting through me; the heat spreads like wildfire as I milk their cocks.

"FFfuucck," I hear Mike growl as I push my ass back onto his cock, and I feel him spurt his hot cum in my ass. 

My orgasm doesn't end. "I feel full like I'm about to—" The words die on my lips as Rick fucks me faster, hitting a spot that no man has been able to hit before. Panic sets in, and I wonder if I'm about to pee or something. The sensation is heavy and burns a little; it's not unpleasant but overwhelming. Mike holds me, his hand firm against the base of my neck and legs, pinning me open. Holding me steady for his brother. The pressure on my neck is just enough that I lose a little air.

"Oh shit! I can't. I'm gonna—I don't know!" I cry. "Just let it happen," Mike's deep voice soothes. I try to do as he says as the pressure inside me continues to build and build. Mike cuts off just a bit more of my air as Rick ravages me.  Sucking one of my nipples so hard I think it might bruise and Mike stays hard in my ass as his seed drips down my thighs. From that point on I become a mess of sensations. Wetness releases from my body, and I'm shaking all over while Rick hollers out, spraying rope after rope of cum in my pussy.

My eyelids are closed, and I breathe heavily as I lie between my stepbrothers. The noises around me fill my ears, and I feel Mike's hands glide over my skin in a comforting manner. Meanwhile, Rick is gently wiping me clean before placing tender kisses on each of my thighs. "Are you okay?" Mike asks, running his fingers through my damp hair. I open my eyes and meet his warm hazel gaze. "I think I might have died. Did I?"

"No, Sammy, you're still here," he laughs softly. "But you did squirt."

My eyes widen in surprise. "I've never done that before."

"It was hot as hell, Sammy. I don't think I've ever seen anyone come so hard before. Have you, Rick?" Mike turns to ask.

Ricks head shakes back and forth before he falls onto the blankets behind us. "Never. That was wild."

I nibble on my bottom lip and shift my gaze back and forth between them. Mom is going to kill me!

"What do we do now?" I ask with uncertainty.

My Stepbrothers exchange hesitant glances before looking back at me.

"We have the whole weekend to figure it out," I smile. "The first one to the lake is a rotten egg!" I yell, bursting out of the tent as my stepbrothers race after me, our laughter echoing through the woods.

It may not have been the bonding experience our parents were hoping for, but it certainly brought us closer together, and I can't wait to see what the future brings.

I check my phone for what felt like the hundredth time. The flight from New York to Denver was supposed to be smooth and uneventful. I'd planned on landing, grabbing a coffee, and surprising my mom at the family Christmas gathering. Things had been weird since she remarried a few years ago; we'd drifted apart, and I missed her; I was hoping this trip would bring us closer. But now, instead of boarding, I'm stuck in the airport, anxiously eyeing the blinking DELAYED sign on the screen before me.

With a heavy heart, I adjust my carry-on and sink into a chair near the gate, absentmindedly scrolling through social media. The festive posts about holiday cheer and cozy nights by the fire only serve to amplify my disappointment. Instead of being with my mom, I might be spending the weekend in the airport.

Startled, I turn to see a familiar face standing behind me. His presence here, of all places, catches me off guard. "Of all the people," he drawls, "I didn't expect to see you here."

I swallow hard, butterflies turning in my stomach before I take a deep breath and turn in my seat. The other reason I've been distant. Matt—my stepbrother.

"What are you doing here?" I ask, mom said he was too busy to make it home this year, I thought there was no chance of running into each other.

"Same thing you are," Matt says, sitting beside me. "Trying to get home for Christmas. Looks like we're both stuck."

Matt moved to Chicago last year. We hadn't seen much of each other since our parents married a few years back. There were the occasional family gatherings and texts on holidays, but nothing more. He was always busy with work, and I was consumed with city life in New York. Truthfully, I'd been avoiding him. There was something there between us—something not so brother-sisterish. It could be just me reading into things, but his gaze seemed to linger a moment too long, and when we were in the same room, there was almost this static between us. Enough to know that I needed to distance myself before I did something to make things weird for all of us. 

"I can't believe this," I mutter, looking at the screen. "They're saying the flight's delayed for hours now."

"Yeah, the storm's bad," Matt glances at his phone. "Looks like it's not letting up anytime soon."

Awkward silence fills the space for a moment before Matt interrupts. " Do you have a plan for where you're staying if this flight gets canceled?"

I hadn't thought that far ahead. "I hadn't really planned on it… I was hoping the delay wouldn't last too long."

He raises an eyebrow. "You might want to start thinking about it. Last-minute holiday rentals are going to disappear fast."

By the time the airline officially canceled our flight, it was already late in the evening. The announcement caused a chorus of groans throughout the terminal. People scrambled to rebook, and I felt my phone buzz with an alert: no new flights were available until after the weekend.

"So much for getting home," I mutter.

Matt nudges me. "Let's not stay here all night. There's gotta be somewhere nearby we can crash."

Together, we scour booking apps, but the options are slim. Hotels are filling up fast, and the prices are climbing by the minute. I stumble across a listing for a cabin just outside the city—small, cozy, and surprisingly affordable.

"Look at this," I show Matt my phone. "It's available for the whole weekend."

Matt tilts his head. "A cabin? Sounds a little better than a cramped hotel room. Let's grab it before someone else does."

A few hours later, we're driving through the snow-covered countryside. The rental car's tires crunch over the frosty road as we wound through tall evergreens. The cabin finally comes into view, a quaint, rustic little structure, its windows glowing warmly against the cold night.

"This is actually pretty nice," Matt says as we park. "Better than I expected."

"Yeah, not bad for a last-minute plan," I bite my lip, wondering how I will survive being in a cabin all weekend with my stepbrother and keep my hands to myself.

We settle in for the evening. I stretch out on the couch with a blanket, feeling the day's exhaustion catch up to me.

"I never thought I'd be spending Christmas weekend stuck with you," I tease, glancing over at Matt. Since we settled in, I've been doing my best to avoid eye contact. It's hard not to stare at him, with his broad shoulders, square jaw, and piercing blue eyes.

Matt smirks. "Hey, it could be worse. At least we're not in the airport."

I pull the blanket tighter around me. "It's just weird. We haven't hung out in forever."

"Yeah, well, life happens," Matt says, sitting in the armchair across from me. "You know how it is. Work, life in different cities… We just got busy."

For a moment, the only sound was the crackling fire and the wind outside.

"This place is kinda perfect, though," I answer softly, her eyes half-closing from exhaustion. "I'm glad we found it."

Matt looked over at me, his expression unreadable for a second before he smiles. "Me too."

I clear my throat, "I'm going to shower before bed."

I listen to the sweet sounds of Ember, my stepsister, humming to herself in the shower, willing my cock to go down and not picture her naked, wet, and covered in suds. Ugh! I know it's wrong to think about my sister like this, but it's impossible. I can smell her peppermint body wash from here. I toss myself back on the bed.

"...baby, It's cold outside." Her voice rings out. Yes, little firecracker, it is. But it's hot as hell in here. I'm in my own version of hell. It's like when Scrooge falls asleep, and the angels visit him, showing him different versions of his life. Here's mine—my stepsister, wet and naked, just feet away while I try to ignore my urges.

"…………...so nice and warm... Look out the window at that storm………"

How long can a man be expected to play the nice guy until he gives out? I mean, there's a time limit on that, right? Some kind of life expectancy? I should Google that. Indeed, I'm not the only pitiful bastard who's been in this situation. Jesus, I've lost count of the times I've relived that one night at the party where we lost ourselves and just let go. She let me have just a little taste, and I ended up between her luscious thighs. It's the whole reason I don't go home anymore. Being around her is torture.

"…………...My sister will be suspicious… Gosh, your lips look delicious-"

I bet her lips are delicious. "Almost done in there?" I yell.

"Yep, just a minute!" I hear the squeak of the old water pipes. Good lord, even the most muscular man can only endure so much; I wipe the sweat on my brow.

"Sorry," she steps out, wrapped in a fuzzy red towel. "I didn't mean to take so long." My throat tightens as she tilts her head at me, and a droplet of water drips from her thick red hair down the side of her neck and travels down between her full, pillowy breasts.

"Oh no!" Ember gasps, "You look flushed. Are you feeling sick?" She stands in front of me, one hand gripping the towel, a mere flimsy piece of red fabric separating her naked breasts from my mouth.

"Say something," her warm, minty scent wafts over me as her worried, wide blue eyes search mine. "We can cancel and stay in; I'll rub your back." Her chest presses against mine as she stands between my thighs, and I blink back at her while my brain remains stunted.

"Matt?" She tilts her head in question.

"I need a shower," a vast breath whooshes from me as I stand and grab my bag, covering the tent in my pants as I rush past her to the bathroom.

"Okay, I hope I didn't use all the hot water," she calls after me.

"That's not a problem; I'll stick to a cold one." I shut the door behind me.

I've got to get a hold of myself. How will I make it through this weekend shut in the cabin with my stepsister? One thing is for sure: I'm sleeping on the couch. There is no way I can share a bed with her and keep my hands to myself.

When I step out of the shower, I stare into the mirror and give myself a pep talk- I can do this. It's only a few days; I'll sleep on the couch. Stay alert and clear boundaries. Peace of cake.

"Do you want to share a bottle of wine before bed?" Ember asks as I open the door.

I wake feeling warm and safe, but I have a slight headache. I'm instantly aware of my stepbrother's body pressed against the back of mine. Bits and pieces of last night sort through my brain. Maybe the wine wasn't a good idea….

His warm breath coasts down my neck, sending shivers along my body. His strong arm is wrapped around my waist, and his extremely hard, solid cock, is pressed firmly against my ass. I squeeze my eyes shut and try to suppress a groan; wetness pools in my panties.

Matt chuckles, "Little firecracker, if you keep squirming like that, we're going to have a problem." With a slight turn of my head, I look into his eyes as they search mine. His lips are inches away, and I can feel the thunder of his heart matching mine. His soft pink tongue peeks out, sliding across his bottom lip, and my thighs clench in response. 

My lips tremble as they meet his in the faintest kiss. My head becomes light as he kisses me tenderly, brushing his tongue over the seam of my lips. He slides his body on top of me with a groan that rubbles from his chest, and his kiss instantly becomes intense. Deep. Dominating.  Our tongues collide as I wrap my legs around his waist. His large, warm hands caress across my skin. They're everywhere, gripping my thighs, pulling me closer, tangling in my hair. Emotions wash over me; my head spins, and warmth spreads throughout my veins. He kisses down my neck, sucking, biting, leaving goosebumps in his wake.

His eyes have an undeniable hunger as he moves his hands across my skin. I can feel the heat radiating off our meshed bodies as he sweeps his shirt up, exposing more of me - is this really happening? We shouldn't be doing this! But I can't stop! I pull the shirt over my head, baring myself for him, anxious to be touched. I'm desperate for him, achy.

My stepbrother gropes my breasts, grazing his thumb over my hardened nipples, erect with anticipation. He grins smugly at my response as I arch my back, and then his warm hot mouth sucks and flicks at my flesh. I grind myself against his cock; only my thin lace and his boxers separate us. He pulls my leg tightly around his waist and grinds his cock against my clit, while his hand's skirt around the edges of my panties, the tips of his fingers just barely pulling at the edges. 

"Just touch me," I whine breathlessly, arching impatiently against his hand. I can't make either of us wait any longer. Slowly, he slips his hand between my legs. A hushed moan catches in my throat when he finds my clit, massaging me in slow, precise circles. I cry out against his lips, "God, yes. Keep going." He does it again, this time his fingertip slipping lower and gathering my wetness. Teasing my entrance with slippery fingers, he exhales a sharp breath, "Fuck, firecracker," he whispers, dipping his finger inside of me. "Such a wet girl." "Yes," I moan, arching my back and pressing my breasts against his chest. He adds in another finger and curls them, stroking my g-spot. Every nerve ending is on edge.

"I want to taste you so badly. You have no idea how many times-"

"Please," I desperately moan.

He pulls back hooded, piercing blue eyes, searching mine, "Are you sure?"

I nod, biting my lip, slipping my panties down my legs, and tossing them to the floor. Without my panties, my pussy is entirely bare, swollen, and glistening with my excitement. My breath comes out in short, shallow bursts.

He chuckles, "My little sister is eager." He places soft, wet kisses across the softness of my belly as he makes his way down, parting my legs with a deep groan. Even though it's wrong, his forbidden words make me wetter.

That feeling of the first swipe of his tongue almost sends me spiraling straight into an orgasm. This slow-burning ache starts at my toes, building like a lightning bolt, coursing down my spine until it becomes a slow molten burn in my belly. I grip the back of his head and hold him tightly against me. Opening myself wide for him. His mouth surrounds my clit, sucking so hard it causes me to buck off the bed until his strong arms hold me firmly down. He eats my pussy as if he can't get enough, all the while groaning and lapping at my tender skin, telling me how good I taste. The slick, smacking sounds of my stepbrother's mouth against my wet pussy, and the hushed sounds of his moans drive me wild. The way his strong arms hold my thighs open, the sensation of his warm tongue lapping at my clit, the feeling of my skin as it tingles with each swipe of his tongue.

He slides two thick fingers inside, curling up deep inside of me, and just as the tingles down my spine start to become explosive, he backs off, placing warm, wet kisses down my thighs.

"No! Please, please don't tease me." I gasp, trembling with need.

"Don't worry, firecracker," he looks at me with pure lust in his eyes, "I didn't wait all this time to only eat this pussy once. I plan on making a meal out of you until we leave this cabin." He kisses back up my leg, running his tongue through my tender flesh.

"Yes," I eagerly moan, "please."

"Your sounds," he sucks, "your desperate little cries are my downfall." He licks. "That's it, squirt all over my hand." It's his words that do it; my body shatters into pure bliss as my orgasm claims me. I see flashes of light; puffs of white smoke dot the edges of my vision. Sounds are muffled, but the blood rushing in my ears drowns out all else.

"Merry Christmas," He whispers into my ear as he holds me tightly, running his hands down the soft skin of my back.

"MMerryChhss," I mumble incoherently, coming down from my bliss.

“I’m going to make use of that big bathtub,” I swipe a lock of hair from my stepbrothers forehead. 

"Would you like to use this with me?" I ask, reaching over to my suitcase and holding up the brown sugar bubble bath.

"What do you think?" His voice is low and raspy as he nibbles on my ear lobe, sucking it into his mouth and making me all wet and achy again.

I moan, leaning my head back as he moves down my neck, "and after, maybe we could binge watch some tv." 

His thumb brushes across my nipple and goosebumps erupt across my skin. I gasp, as he switches to my other breast and pinches my hardened nub.

“Maybe drink some cocoa-” I mumble

He chuckles, "whatever you want, firecracker."

_________

I swirl the sweet sugary smelling suds around with my hand, while I watch Matt slide his boxers down over his firm ass and muscular thighs. I've decided to push all thoughts of what I should and shouldnt be doing aside until the weekend is over. 

 After all, It's Christmas, and I'm stranded alone in a cabin in the woods with a handsome man, who looks like an adonis and gives amazing orgasms. And it would be a shame to not make use of this amazing bathtub. Step siblings or not.

"You have devilish glint in your eye;" he chuckles as he slides in opposite me.

"Do I?" I smirk, my arousal evident in the way my body shifts slightly closer to his.

"Yeah, you do," he teases, leaning back against the edge of the tub as the steam slowly envelops us in a cloud of delicious tension. I Grab the body wash next to me and slowly start pouring it all over the loofah sponge making a lather. I trail it slowly over my neck, down my arms, Matt watches my every move intently. He swallows thickly as he watches me circle my breast. I bite down on my bottom lip while I take my hard nipple in my forefinger and thumb, rolling and pulling it as I moan. He shifts in the bath. I can only imagine how hard his big cock is under all these suds. The thought alone makes me moan louder.

I lift one leg out of the water, placing it on the tub's edge. I gasp as matt’s hands slide up my calf and over my thigh. My breathing becomes increasingly ragged as his fingers toy with me. His hands move further up my body, tracing patterns over my hips before he lifts me splashing water over the edge of the tub and placing me on his lap. I straddle him, our lips inches apart. I can feel his long, hard cock pressed against my abdomen. Our warm, wet, naked skin sliding against each other's. My breath hitches.

The warmth of his gaze makes my cheeks flush and tingles run down my spine. His fingers graze my jaw, then twine in my hair as his thumbs lightly caress my nipples. A low moan escapes my lips as I feel a wave of pleasure rush through me. He lays kisses down my neck, and then moves to my breasts, sucking, licking, kneading them with expert hands until I'm panting for breath. His mouth finds mine again as I grind myself against him, feeling the hard length of his erection beneath me. The pleasure builds within me until I think I will explode, and I'm a panting, whimpering mess and he releases my nipple with a satisfied groan. "I'm in love with your boobs," he murmurs.

 He traces my bottom lip with his thumb. I feel desperation crawling up inside my core. That this will end, people will find out. A realization flashes through my brain that our parents will be horrified and this will be over forever.

So, I do something I know I shouldn’t, I'm too caught up in him, in us. In this moment. I raise up and fist his cock edging it at my entrance. “Ember—” he looks between us, my small hand gripping his swollen cock. "Condom, baby. I should—” “We—” He lifts his head as I rock my hips forward. “Are you sure?”

"I'm on the pill, and I want you." I gasp. My heart beats faster as I press my forehead to his, "I want to feel you."

Without hesitation he enters me, stretching me wide in the most exquisite way, while he claims my mouth again. Butter soft, his tongue tangles with mine, lazy and lulling. I claw at him, as though I can't get enough, as though this day is going to end too damn fast, because I know it is. My heart feels like it's cracking with every delicious thrust.

"Hey,” he stills, pulling back, wiping a tear that's rolled down my cheek. "Am I hurting you?"

"No, please don't stop." I beg, swiveling my hips, wrapping my hands around him and running them through his thick hair.

"Relax, baby," he murmurs close to my lips. The way he says it, with safety and desire, turns my entire body into a fluid state. He grips my hips and pushes deeper, hitting that spot, making me moan. "That's it, baby." His voice is hot and sweet rolling over me like molten lava.

The heat of his body is like a furnace against my skin, and I feel myself melting into him. His hands are firm on my hips, gripping me tightly as he increases the intensity of his thrusts. My breaths come in shallow gasps, as I beg him to push harder, faster. He drives his body deeper into mine with each stroke, sending waves of pleasure cascading through me. My head spins and my vision blurs as he keeps pushing until I'm on the brink of ecstasy. “Look at me,” he commands softly, his lips brushing against my temple. His deep brown eyes are filled with desire, as I do as he asks. In an instant, all the colors of the world seemed to come crashing down around us and then everything dissolved into a starburst of white light. And I feel him emptying himself inside of me.

The cold air hits my face as I launch another snowball in Ember's direction. She dodges it, laughing, and bends down to scoop up more snow, her cheeks flushed from the cold. I was already preparing for her retaliation, but the force of her snowball caught me off guard, hitting me square in the chest. I suggested a walk outside, thinking the fresh air might help the stifling air between us, reminding me that this was our last day together.

"Got you!" she shouts, her eyes bright with victory. God, she's beautiful like this. Her long red hair spills wildly over her shoulders, the snowflakes caught in it sparkling against the deep copper strands, and those blue eyes—so vibrant they seem to glow—hold me captive in their playful gleam.

"Oh, it's on now!" I grin, chasing her across the yard, the snow crunching under our feet. She's quick but not quick enough. I catch her by the arm, and we tumble into a pile of snow, laughing like kids. We wrestled playfully, and neither tried to win; we just enjoyed the moment.

Eventually, I ended up on my back, breathless, with Ember's weight pressing down on my cock as she straddled me with a triumphant grin. I grab a handful of snow and aim, but she shrieks, swatting at me and laughing too hard to be mad.

"Okay, okay! Truce!" she giggles, her face red from the cold.

Moments stretch, and the tension between us crackles as she straddles me. 

The door to the cabin barely has time to shut before we claw at each other's clothing. We throw our clothes wildly about the room in a frenzy until the only thing left between us is her delicate red lace panties. I kneel before her and slowly slide them down the curves of her legs, enjoying the sensation of the soft, pale skin against my fingertips as I toss them toward my suitcase.

"Am I going to go home with any panties?" she giggles, arching her back and pushing her breasts towards me enticingly. Her blue eyes twinkle in the dim light, and her hair cascades across her shoulders like a brilliant red waterfall.

I lift my gaze from her perfect curves and flash a devilish grin. "Not if I have anything to say about it," I growl before burying my face between her thighs. My tongue traces her wet lips as she moans and pulls at my hair. I can feel her legs getting weak, so I stand. My cock is so fucking hard it's almost painful, but I'm not done taking care of her. I love watching my little step-sister lose control.

"Get on the bed for me, baby. And spread your legs." Her mouth is agape as she blinks up at me, full of lust. "Spread them wide."

I groan, fisting my cock as she does what I ask without hesitation. So pliable when we're naked. "That's my girl."

I run my hand slowly up her calves, trailing my fingers on the inside of her thighs, making her moan. I kiss my way from her chin to the valley between her breasts, avoiding her nipples. She arches her back, seeking some kind of relief. When her moans turn desperate, I kiss my way down her stomach and then part her with my thumbs and blow across her clit, while she groans.

"Please, Matt, Don't stop, please," Ember mumbles as I drive her crazy.

"I'm dying to slide inside of you, feel your tight walls around me, milking my cock." I groan, kissing the skin right above her clit.

"Oh Fuck!" She holds onto my hair tightly with her other hand. "Your mouth is made of magic." I keep her legs pinned to the bed as I swipe my tongue in one long sweep from bottom to top. Her entire body jerks with the contact. I do it again. She moans loudly and lifts her hips, pressing my face into her soaking-wet pussy. I don't even get to use my fingers before she comes. Her body shakes and convulses against mine as I lick up all that she offers, savoring the taste of her. I leave a path of wet kisses from her stomach to her mouth, settling between her thighs. She stills, her eyes fluttering as I press forward. I'm lost in her, mesmerized by my step-sister and this electrical current that runs between us. Right or wrong, it can't be denied. Grabbing her ass with one hand, I shift my hips back and thrust hard. Ember gasps, and I'm instantly worried I've been too rough.

"Shit. Sorry," I slowly take a deep breath. My forearms shaking with restraint.

She reaches to me, her small hand running along my jaw, "For what?"

"Not too hard?" I kiss her palm. She shakes her head, matches my kisses, moves across my jaw to my ear, and whispers, "Come on, big brother." Her eyes flash, "Fuck me." 

Her words settle deep in my belly, sparking something within me. That's it. Any ounce of restraint I had left is gone. I pull out until only the head of my cock is still inside and then push back in, fast and deep. "Like this, little sister?" I take her garbled response as a yes and do it again. Her head lolls back and forth; I try to fight off the orgasm threatening to overtake me. It's coming anyway, and I can't stop it. Ember wraps her legs tighter around my waist, and her nails dig into my shoulders as I pound into her relentlessly; finally giving in to the sensations coursing through me; I explode with a guttural moan.

The drive to the airport feels too short, and I grip her small hand in mine, running my thumb over her knuckles. She’s back to avoiding my gaze, the weight of everything between us heavy in the silence. I’ve turned this over in my head a million times, but the roadblocks are always there—distance and the fact that our parents are married.

At the last second, I whip the steering wheel to the side and pull over.

“Look at me,” I order, my voice firmer than intended.

Her sorrowful blue eyes meet mine, and it damn near breaks me.

“We’ll make it work,” I say, my voice soft but sure.

“It’s not possible,” she whispers, shaking her head.

“Bullshit,” I argue, refusing to let her push me away.

“Matt, it’s just not,” she insists, her voice thick with doubt.

I cup her face, forcing her to look at me. “Listen to me; I’ve needed a change of scenery anyway. I’ve always wanted to see New York.”

Her tear-filled eyes search mine, hesitation lingering. “Even if you did… our parents—”

“Our parents are adults, and so are we. They’ll just have to get over it,” I say with a shrug, my mind already made up.

“Are you sure?” she asks, her voice small, fragile.

“As sure as anything, firecracker. I can’t live without you,” I tell her, and then I take her lips in mine, sealing the promise with a kiss.

"Missy, are you still there?" I whisper into the phone, glancing nervously down the hall. "I swear, if Josh hears me, this whole plan is toast."

I can practically hear Missy's smirk on the other end. "Girl, you've got this. Just be quiet, and I'll pick you up a little down the road."

Taking a deep breath, I tug my short, tight black dress down a bit and slip into my heels, feeling a thrill that I rarely get these days. My hair falls over my shoulders, perfectly straight and glossy, just the way I like it. But as I tiptoe to my bedroom door, I remember the risk.

Josh has been stepping into the "man of the house" role ever since Dad bailed, and he's taking it way too seriously. If he catches me, I know I'll be in for it. He's promised more than once that if I pull anything like this, I'll regret it.

"Alright, just be ready," I whisper to Missy. "If he hears me, I'm dead."

I hang up and quietly open the door, taking my first careful steps down the hall, hoping against hope that Josh is fast asleep.

The bass from the dance club still pounded in my ears as I carefully lifted my bedroom window. The cool night air rushed in, making me shiver as I swung one leg over the ledge. I'd be safe in just a few more seconds, tucked back into bed like nothing ever happened.

"Oh, look who's home." A low and dangerous voice sliced through the silence. My heart dropped to my stomach. Josh. He was sitting on the edge of the bed, arms crossed, his jaw clenched tight. His eyes burned into mine, dark with anger and something else—something that made my skin prickle with anticipation.

I froze, my breath hitching as I tried to come up with an excuse. "Josh, I—"

"Stop, Amanda." His tone left no room for argument. "Get over here."

"But," I swallowed hard, "It was just this once, Josh. I won't do it again, I promise!" I begged.

He shook his head, "You're right, little sister. You won't do it again. Now get your ass over here, and don't make me say it again, or you'll get it worse."

My legs felt like jelly as I walked toward him, every step a battle against the fear swirling in my gut. When I reached him, he didn't wait. With a harsh tug, he yanked me across his lap, my short dress riding up almost to my waist. The cool air hit my bare ass, making me gasp.

My brother's voice grew angry as he growled, "Are you kidding me, Amanda? No panties?" I could feel the heat of embarrassment flushing my cheeks. In a barely audible voice, I replied, "Jenny thought it would be sexy if we didn't wear any." Oh, how I regretted following her suggestion; if only I had worn panties, there would have been some protection between Josh's hand and my bare skin.

He let out a frustrated sigh. "You know it's unsafe to sneak out, Don't you?"

I nodded, my voice barely audible as I whispered, "I'm sorry, Josh."

But before I could finish my apology, his hand came down hard on my ass cheek, the sound reverberating through the room. A sharp pain shot through my face, followed by a spreading heat that tingled throughout my body. I gasped and instinctively arched my back as he landed another strike on my other cheek.

"Sorry, doesn't cut it," he growled, punctuating each word with another harsh hit.

"Do you want to know what happens to naughty girls who break the rules?" He threatened.

"No," I gasped, already feeling the pain intensify with each strike. "Please, Josh…"

His hand continued to punish me relentlessly. "Well, tonight, you're going to learn your lesson."

The spanking seemed endless, each blow harsher than the last. I couldn't hold back the tears that formed in my eyes, mingling with the burning sensation in my buttocks. But beneath it all, a strange heat was building, spreading downwards between my legs. I squeezed them together reflexively, trying to suppress the growing arousal.

"Look at me," Josh commanded, lifting my chin so our eyes met. His gaze was intense, filled with a mixture of fury and desire. "You deserve this, don't you? For disobeying me?"

"Yes," I sobbed, unable to deny it. "I deserve it."

"And what else do you deserve?" he asked, his voice dropping to a whisper. "Tell me, Amanda. What do you really need?"

My cheeks flushed, the words sticking in my throat. But I knew if I didn't answer, he wouldn't stop. "More," I finally choked out. "I need more, Josh."

He smirked, letting go of my chin to trail his fingers down my spine. "That's right. You need more. And you're going to get it."

With that, he shifted slightly, positioning himself more comfortably. His fingers slipped between my legs, pushing aside the folds of my slick pussy. I bit my lip, trying to muffle the moan that threatened to escape. He wasn't gentle, his touch rough and demanding as he stroked my clit in quick, punishing circles.

"You like that, don't you?" he taunted, his thumb pressing harder against my sensitive nub. "Admit it, Amanda. Admit how much you love being bad."

"Yes," I whimpered, my voice barely audible. "I love it."

"Good girl," he praised, his fingers delving deeper into my wetness. "Now, let's see how well you can take it."

Before I could react, he pulled his fingers away, leaving me aching and empty. I cried out in protest, but he only chuckled darkly, reaching over to the bedside table.

His hand reappeared, and I caught a glimpse of something metallic— a butt plug, shiny and intimidating. My untouched asshole tensed up with fear. I'd never had more than a finger in my ass. How was that going to fit?

"No, Josh, please—"

"Shh," he hushed me, leaning down to nip at my ear. "You wanted more, remember? This is what you asked for."

I whimpered and squirmed on his lap, feeling the hardness of his cock pressing against my thigh through his rough denim jeans.

"Open your mouth," he commanded. I obeyed, and he placed a plug in my mouth, swirling it around to moisten it with my saliva.

I shuddered, unable to resist as he positioned the plug at my tight, untouched hole.

"Take a deep breath and push out," he instructed as the cold metal slid into my ass. My body stretched to accommodate it just as he pressed a button, and it started to vibrate, causing me to moan in pleasure.

"Oh God," I moaned, my hips bucking involuntarily. "Josh, it's too much…"

"Too much?" he echoed, his voice laced with amusement. "Or not enough?"

I didn't answer, too lost in the sensations to form coherent thoughts. His fingers slid through my wet pussy and circled my clit, pinching it with expert precision. The dual stimulation was almost too much to bear, sending sparks of pleasure radiating through my core.

"Tell me, little sister," he demanded, thrusting two fingers into my tight young pussy. "What are you thinking about right now? Are you imagining all the ways you want your big brother to ravage you? Or maybe you're picturing how much longer you'll last before you beg me to make you come?"

"Both," I gasped, my voice breaking. "Everything… I can't…"

"That's right," he murmured, tightening his grip on my hip. "You can't. Because you're mine, and I'm in control. Remember that."

The pressure built rapidly, my body tensing as the pleasure overwhelmed my senses. I could feel myself teetering on the edge, drowning in the intensity of his dominance. Every thrust, every flick of his fingers pushed me closer to the brink.

"Please, Josh," I begged, my voice rising in pitch. "I can't hold back…"

"Then don't," he replied, his tone commanding yet soothing. "Come for me, sister. Show me how much you love being mine."

With that final push, I shattered. The orgasm crashed over me like a tidal wave, pulling me under as waves of ecstasy pulsed through my body. I screamed his name, my muscles clenching around the butt plug, my pussy gripping my brother's thick fingers as I rode out the aftershocks.

When I finally came back to myself, Josh's hand moved to caress my burning ass.

"How does it feel to know you belong to me?" he asked, his voice soft and possessive.

"Amazing," I breathed, my body still thrumming with residual pleasure. "So amazing…"

"Do you think you've been punished enough, little sis?" His voice held an edge to it.

"I-I'm not sure." I looked up at him, my heart pounding as I waited for his next command.

He stood up. The room was filled with the scent of our mingled sweat, and our heavy breathing echoed off the walls. My ass stung from the spanking, but a strange warmth spread through me, mingling with the residual pleasure.

Josh's eyes locked onto mine, his expression unreadable. "Get on your knees," he ordered, his voice low and commanding. The tone sent a shiver down my spine, a mix of fear and excitement coursing through me. Without hesitating, I pushed myself up and knelt before him, my hands resting on my thighs, he'd set the vibrating plug on low, and it still pulsed in my ass.

He reached down and grabbed a fistful of my hair, pulling my head back so I was looking up at him. His other hand unzipped his pants, releasing his hard cock. It jutted out, thick and throbbing, and I could see the pre-cum glistening at the tip. He guided it to my lips, forcing me to open my mouth and take him in.

"That's it, suck it like you mean it," he growled, his grip tightening on my hair as he began to thrust into my mouth. I obeyed, my tongue tracing the length of his shaft, teasing him as I took him deeper. His taste was intoxicating, a heady mix of salt and musk that made my body tingle with anticipation.

His fingers tangled in my hair, guiding my head as he fucked my mouth, his hips moving with a steady rhythm. I gagged slightly as he pushed deeper, but I didn't pull away. Instead, I focused on keeping my throat relaxed, letting him slide in and out with ease. The sounds of the wet noises of my mouth working his cock filled the room.

"Fuck, sis. You're good at this," he muttered, his voice strained. "But I'm not done with you yet."

With that, he pulled out of my mouth, leaving me panting. He released my hair and stepped back, watching me wipe my mouth with the back of my hand. I looked up at him, my eyes glazed with lust, and saw the determination in his gaze.

"Bend over the bed," he commanded, pointing to the edge of the mattress. I hesitated for a moment, the thought of what was coming next both thrilling and intimidating. But I knew better than to disobey him now. Slowly, I got up and moved to the bed, bending over the edge and gripping the sheets tightly.

My ass was still red and warm from the spanking, and as I leaned forward, I could feel the cool air against my bare skin. I heard the rustle of fabric as Josh positioned himself behind me. Then the sensation of his fingers trailing down my spine, stopping at the curve of my ass. He spread my cheeks, tapping on the plug in my ass, and I gasped at the sensation.

"You're ready for me, aren't you?" he whispered, his voice hot against my ear as he teased the entrance to my pussy with his thumb. He knew I was; I could feel myself dripping onto his hand.

I nodded, unable to form words, my body trembling with need.

With one swift movement, he lined himself up and thrust inside me, filling me completely. I cried out, the feeling of being stretched around him overwhelming. He set a brutal pace, slamming into me over and over, his hands gripping my hips tightly. Each thrust sent shockwaves of pleasure through me, my body responding instinctively to his movements.

"Look at you, taking it like a good little sister," he murmured, punctuating each word with a hard thrust. "You love this, don't you? Being punished, being used…"

I couldn't deny it. The pain and pleasure were intertwined, each stroke of his cock bringing me closer to the edge. My mind was clouded with desire, my thoughts consumed by the way he filled me, the way he claimed me.

"Fuck, you feel so good," he groans, his hips pistoning in and out of me with brutal efficiency. "So tight, so wet...like you were made for this." He pounds my pussy relentlessly.

I cling to him, my legs wrapping around his waist as I ride out the storm of sensations. Each thrust drives the air from my lungs, leaving me gasping for breath as my orgasm builds steadily, looming ever closer on the horizon.

"Yes, yes!" I moaned, my voice breaking as I felt the familiar pressure building inside me. "Please, big brother, please…"

"Come for me, sis," he ordered, his voice rough with barely restrained passion. "Let me hear you scream."

With that final command, I covered my mouth with my hide to muffle my sound as I lost control, my body convulsing as I came hard around him. The waves of pleasure crashed over me, leaving me breathless and trembling.

He grunts in response, his thrusts becoming erratic as he follows me over the edge. "Fuck, yes," he groans, his cock pulsing inside me as he spills his seed deep within.

My breath hitches as my brother flips me onto my back, causing my legs to spread apart automatically for him. The chilly air against my moist thighs sends a shiver down my spine, but the excitement pulsing through me is far more intense as I watch him kneel between my legs. A gasp escapes my lips as he removes the silver plug from my asshole and then moves in closer. His tongue plunges into the sticky mixture of our cum, sending waves of pleasure through me.

His tongue is warm and insistent, swirling around the sensitive nub of my clit, making me quiver. "Oh God," I moan, my hips bucking involuntarily. "Josh, please..."

"Shh," he murmurs, not lifting his head. His voice is deep and soothing, a stark contrast to the rough treatment he's giving my aching pussy. "You need to be quiet, Sis. I'm surprised you haven't woken up, Mom, as it is."

His words send a shiver down my spine, a delicious mix of fear of getting caught and a forbidden desire for what we're doing. I bite my lip, trying to stifle my cries as his tongue continues its relentless dance. He laps at the mixture of his cum and mine, licking every inch of my drenched folds with deliberate slowness. Each stroke of his tongue feels like an electric shock, sending waves of pleasure radiating through my body.

"Good girl," he whispers, finally lifting his head to look at me. His eyes are dark with lust, and there's a predatory glint in them that makes my heart race. "But we both know you won't stay good for long, will you?"

I shake my head, unable to form words. My mind is too foggy with lust to think clearly. All I can focus on is the throbbing between my legs.

He chuckles softly, the sound sending vibrations through my skin. "That's what I thought," he says, reaching up to pinch my nipples roughly. "You need to be reminded, don't you? Reminded who's in charge here."

The pain from his grip on my nipples blends seamlessly with the pleasure emanating from my pussy, creating a dizzying cocktail of sensations that leaves me breathless. "Yes, big brother," I gasp. "Please remind me."

His fingers tighten briefly before releasing, and he leans down to capture one of my throbbing nipples between his teeth. He bites down gently, just hard enough to make me cry out. "I want you to understand something, little sister," he growls against my skin. "When you sneak out, you put yourself at risk. You could get hurt or worse. And I can't have that. Do you understand?"

I nod frantically, tears of mingled pain and arousal prickling at the corners of my eyes. "Yes, I understand," I whisper. "I won't sneak out again, I promise."

He lifts his head, his expression softening slightly. "Good," he says, brushing a strand of hair away from my face. "Because you're mine. Mine to protect, mine to love, and yes, mine to punish when you misbehave."

His hand drifts down to cup my aching pussy once more, and I can feel his fingers probing at my entrance, slick with our combined juices. "Tell me you understand," he demands, thrusting two fingers deep inside me.

"I understand," I sob, my body arching off the bed in response to the sudden fullness. "I'm yours, Josh. Only yours."

He smiles, a satisfied look on his face. "Good," he says, withdrawing his fingers and bringing them to his mouth. He sucks them clean, his eyes never leaving mine. 

"You really scared me tonight. Don't ever do that again."

I always thought my brothers were troublemakers, but this…this was on a different level.

The night air bit at my cheeks as I hurried to keep up with them, my hands tucked tightly into my hoodie pockets. When Daniel called me out of the blue and told me to meet him at their place—now—it didn’t seem like I had a choice. Not with the way his voice sounded. Daniel could be demanding, sure, but this was something else.

“Are we almost there?” I asked, feeling the creeping unease of walking so far off campus with them.

“Relax, Bethie,” Daniel said, flashing me his typical grin, but something serious was in his eyes. “We’re almost there.”

I tried to play it cool, but the heavy, tense vibe around them was impossible to ignore. Michael and Tad flanked me on either side, steering me through the dim, shadowy streets toward their rundown off-campus apartment. I felt trapped, surrounded by my own brothers but with no idea what they wanted with me.

We finally reached their place, and once we were inside, I took in the mess—pizza boxes, empty coffee mugs, textbooks scattered like they hadn’t been touched in weeks. I’d tease them for it, but I kept my mouth shut.

I crossed my arms, leaning back against the wall. “Alright,” I said, my voice steady, though my heart was pounding. “Mind telling me what this is all about?”

Daniel and Michael exchanged glances, and Tad leaned back on the couch, looking like he’d rather be anywhere but here. Finally, Daniel looked at me with a smirk that was anything but reassuring.

“You might want to sit down for this, Bethie.”

I stared at Daniel, crossing my arms tighter. “I think I’ll stand.”

Daniel shrugged, pacing a few steps, his gaze shifting between Michael and Tad. They were acting so strangely—usually, they couldn’t wait to mess around and tease me, but tonight, their faces were serious, almost grim.

I didn’t sit down. Instead, I stayed against the wall, arms crossed tight over my chest, looking from one brother to the next, trying to read their expressions. We weren’t blood siblings—Daniel, Tad, and Michael were my stepbrothers. My mom had married their dad when I was fifteen, and while they’d always treated me like a little sister, there was always a line. Tonight, though, felt like they were blurring it completely.

“So?” I challenged, raising my eyebrows. “What’s this about?”

Tad glanced away, his jaw clenched. Daniel and Michael exchanged looks, clearly waiting for one of them to start. Finally, Daniel stepped forward, running a hand through his hair.

“Alright, Bethie,” he began, his voice quieter than usual. “We’re only going to say this once, so pay attention.”

Michael looked at Daniel, almost like he didn’t want him to continue, but Daniel held his ground. I swallowed, glancing at the door behind me, wondering if I should just turn around and walk out.

“You know we’re usually up to some crazy stuff,” Daniel continued, smirking a little. “But this isn’t about pranks or skipping class. This is something bigger, and we need you to keep your mouth shut.”

I forced a laugh, more out of nervousness than anything. “Are you kidding me? What did you guys do?”

Tad sighed, his face tense. “We’re in the car business.”

“The car business?” I repeated, my mind racing. “What does that even mean?”

“Stealing and selling cars,” Michael said flatly, looking at me. “We boost them, fix them if needed, and flip them.”

My stomach dropped, and I struggled to process his words. Car theft? I thought they would say they’d hacked into the school’s grading system or something. But this was a serious crime that could get them arrested—or worse.

“Y-you’re stealing cars?” I stammered, looking between them, trying to catch a hint of a joke in their eyes. But there was none. They were dead serious.

Daniel leaned against the edge of the counter, watching me carefully. “Look, we didn’t bring you here to freak you out. We brought you here because now, you know, and if you say a word about it to anyone, we’re all in trouble. You’re family, Bethie, and we don’t want to drag you into this. But now you know, so…here we are.”

My mind spun as I tried to understand what they were saying. “So…what?” I finally managed. “You think I’m just going to keep quiet?”

Michael crossed his arms, his gaze hard. "We know things about you, Bethie. Like that fake ID, you used last month to get into Jeff's party. Or that 'study session' you had with Professor Lowe's assistant. Imagine what Mom and Dad would think if they found out."

I froze. I hadn't even told my best friend about those things. How did they know?

Tad finally spoke up, his voice softer than the others. "We don't want to do this to you. But this is bigger than you think. Just keep your mouth shut, and we'll all be fine. You don't want to bring our parents into this any more than we do."

I looked at each of them, my chest tight with a mix of anger and panic. They'd trapped me, plain and simple, and I had no idea what to do next. My relationship with my stepbrothers had always been strange. We'd only been in each other's lives for a few years, yet we were expected to act like family. I barely knew them. They had already been in college when our parents got married. As a fifteen-year-old girl at the time, all I saw were three incredibly good-looking guys my mom insisted I treat like brothers. I spent half my time blushing whenever one of them walked into the room and the other half trying not to act like an immature child around them.

Then, when I turned sixteen and started bringing boys around, they kept chasing them off. It was part of the reason I'd only had one boyfriend so far. I'd finally admitted that I had an unhealthy crush on three guys standing before me, and I had no idea how to handle that. What was I supposed to say- Hey, bro, wanna fuck?

"I can't imagine the pressure you three are feeling," I say only half-jokingly. "I mean, you've basically kidnapped me. Spilled your secrets. You're trying to blackmail me with a fake ID and an affair you can't prove?" I stood up taller. "Seems like you don't have much to keep me quiet."

My words must have shocked them because, for five seconds, no one spoke. I watched as they looked at each other like they were having a silent conversation.

"So, you want it to be worth your while?" Tad asked with a chuckle.

"I guess we didn't give you enough credit, sis," Micheal adds.

Daniel smiles wide, his eyes smoldering. "I know something we can offer that you want, " he says, then pops his belt buckle.

I gasp, "Daniel, wait. " and hold up my hands. "We-we should talk about this!"

"Let's give it to her, guys."

Suddenly, I'm lifted and carried. A few paces down a softly lit hallway, a door bangs against something. Three steps, and I'm on a bed pinned under the weight of two of my brothers while the third stands in front of me, unbuttoning his shirt.