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Your back hit the mattress hard, his mouth hot and messy against yours, hands gripping your thighs like he was trying to leave permanent bruises behind. Everything about Rafe was rushed, desperate, like he’d been waiting for this moment for far too long and couldn’t control himself anymore.

“Fuck,” he muttered against your lips, breath ragged, “you sure about this, baby?”

You nodded quickly, chest heaving, skin flushed. “Yeah,” you whispered, already breathless, “I want to feel you. No condom this time.”

That’s all it took.

Rafe growled—actually growled—and grabbed your hips, flipping you onto your stomach like you weighed nothing. His hand pressed between your shoulder blades, pinning you down, your cheek pressed into the sheets. You heard the unmistakable sound of his belt unbuckling, zipper dragging down, his low grunts of frustration as he fought to get his pants off fast enough.

“You have no idea what you’re doing to me,” he hissed, dragging his cock through your soaked folds, already throbbing against you. “Been thinking about this—fuck—been dreaming about this pussy raw.”

You gasped when the head of his cock pushed in, stretching you more than you expected, more than you could handle all at once. “Rafe—wait—”

But he wasn’t listening.

He shoved inside you with one rough thrust, filling you to the hilt before your body could even adjust, forcing a sharp cry from your lips as your walls clenched hard around him.

“Shit, shit, shit,” he groaned, fingers digging into your hips bruisingly. “You feel—fuck—you feel so fucking good like this, I can’t—I can’t stop.”

You whimpered, tears stinging the corners of your eyes as he pulled out just enough to slam back in, hips snapping against your ass with a force that stole your breath. He didn’t give you time. Didn’t let you adjust. He just kept going—hard, fast, deep.

“Rafe, slow down,” you choked, back arching, nails clawing at the sheets.

“I’m sorry, baby,” he rasped, voice hoarse and ruined, one hand wrapping around your throat, yanking you up so your back was flush to his chest. “You just feel too fucking good. This tight little pussy’s gripping me like a vice—fuck, I can’t help myself.”

His teeth scraped along your shoulder, biting down hard as his other hand slapped your thigh, forcing your legs wider. His pace never slowed, brutal and relentless, cock battering that spot deep inside you with every thrust.

“Gonna ruin you,” he snarled against your ear. “No one else is ever gonna fuck you like this. You’re mine. You hear me?”

You could only nod weakly, too far gone, his hand still squeezing your throat, dizzy from the pressure, from the overwhelming pleasure tearing through you.

“Say it,” he growled, thrusts getting even rougher—if that was even possible. “Say you’re mine.”

“I’m yours,” you gasped, voice breaking, body trembling.

“Damn right you are,” he grunted, slamming into you again and again. “Taking this cock raw like the filthy little girl you are. Fuck—gonna fill you up so good, baby. You want that? Want me to cum in this perfect pussy?”

“Yes, Rafe, please—”

He groaned loudly, hand leaving your throat to grab your tits, squeezing roughly, using your body like it was his toy. “Fucking begging for it,” he murmured, cock twitching deep inside you. “You’re gonna take it, every drop. Gonna breed you, fuck you full.”

You came hard, body convulsing, mouth falling open in a silent scream as your orgasm tore through you like a wave. Rafe cursed, slamming into you a few more times before he buried himself to the hilt, cum spilling inside you, hot and thick, his name a broken moan on your lips.

Neither of you moved, his cock still inside you, both of you breathing hard, skin slick with sweat. His grip never loosened, possessive and heavy.

well, now that you hear it out loud, it probably sounded better in your head. anyways...

you stroll towards the desk with languid steps and sit down on rafe's chair, small hands reaching hesitantly to open the laptop. you turn it on and the screen light illuminates your pretty face right away. you swear your fingers are shaking a little bit as you open up the browser and type 'porn videos' on the search bar.

somehow, you feel like you are doing something wrong, and you can't seem to shake the guilt away. either way, you don't back out. you click the enter button and, after just a few seconds, a million search results pop up. honestly, you don't know where to start, so you click on the first one, which redirects you to a website called pornhub.

the home page is full of videos, the first thing to catch your attention being the obscene thumbnails of each one of them. your cheeks flush a deep shade of red. you read some of the titles as you bite your lip nervously, realising most of them contain the word 'stepsister' in them, and you wonder if that is the only content posted on this page.

how innocent of you not to know that the website is making recommendations based on your stepbro's most searched tag.

before things escalate further, you spot rafe's airpods max sitting there on the desk and decide to grab them, connecting them to the laptop and putting them on —this way you can make sure no one overhears anything. after that, you spend a few more minutes scrolling through the page, during which you discover that there's a ton of categories to choose from.

how are you supposed to know which one to pick?

you are so invested in your little research, headphones canceling the noise, that you don't hear neither rafe opening the front door nor him walking up the stairs and, surely, don't notice him standing behind you until he speaks. and it's too late by then.

"the fuck are you doing, sweetheart?" he blurts, complete and utterly shocked to see his naive stepsister fuckin' watching pornhub.

well shit, maybe you aren't as innocent as he thought you were.

you jolt instantly, jumping out of your seat as you feel all the colour draining from your cheeks. no way rafe just caught you in the act. this can't be real. despite how bad you want to run away, you are left with no other choice but to turn around and face him, wishing the earth would swallow you up.

"i– this is not what it looks like, i swear i can explain," you stutter nervously, taking of the airpods with trembling hands. from here on, the anxious rambling begins, "i wasn't doing anything... this guy– well, i... i uhm– i got a date, 'kay? with this guy from class and– listen, i know this is silly, but..."

"jesus christ, baby, slow down, 'kay?" he stops you, his heart nearly melting from how cute you look, so shy and flustered. he almost feels bad for interrupting whatever the hell you were doing here.

the colour has returned to your cheeks, and you are all flushed now, from head to toe. your face feels like it's on fire; you have never been this embarrassed before.

"could you please start over?" he asks, hoping to hear a coherent explanation to why you are in his room, in the middle of the night, and watching porn on his laptop.

you take a deep breath, fidgeting with the hem of your top. you are so deeply ashamed that you don't seem to remember that you are wearing nothing but a flimsy white singlet and a tiny pair of matching panties. rafe's very aware of that fact, though, hungry eyes trailing all over your beautiful body.

"i've got a date with a guy from class," you start explaining, white teeth nibling occasionally on your plump bottom lip, "but i've never dated anyone, ya' know? i've no experience, and i don't want him to think i'm pathetic if we..."

"fuck?" he finishes your sentence, a roguish grin spreading across his handsome face.

if possible, your blush deepens even more at the vulgarity while you mutter a quiet 'yeah' in response.

honestly, he is a bit jealous of that guy. not only you are willing to let him fuck you, but you are also trying to learn how to do it properly so he has a good time doing it. yeez, what a shame for him he is going to kill him as soon as he finds out who he is; there's no chance rafe's letting you near any other man but him.

"i thought, uhm, maybe watching that would help..." you add coyly, his silence making you more nervous.

it is cute how you try to avoid saying words like 'fuck' or 'porn', like it is a crime to pronounce them or something.

"you know what? let's watch it together," he proposes.

there's a mischievous glint in his eyes that doesn't go unnoticed. you swear your cheeks might just explode at any second, and you can't help the pathetic stutter that comes out when you talk. "uhm, i don't think that'd be appropriate," you refuse, shaking your head.

"why not? you want help, and i can help you here, sweetheart," he answers, his voice surprisingly soft and gentle —unlike rafe, "that's what big brothers are for, aren't they?"

he takes a few steps in his direction until he is standing right beside you. then, he grabs the laptop in his large hands as he flashes you a wicked smirk, his curtain bangs falling messily on his forehead. you gulp, having him so close makes you feel a certain way; you cannot deny that.

"you, uhm, being my stepbrother is exactly why not," you stammer as you tilt your head back to look at him, his height towering over you.

"bullshit," he retorts, huffing. "you trust me?"

your first mistake is, probably, trusting rafe cameron. "yeah, i do, but..."

"that's why 'm perfect for the job, baby," he interrupts you. his words are clearly intended to manipulate you, but you are way too innocent to notice it, "i'm probably the guy you feel most comfortable with, aren't i? i can give ya' all the advice you need."

to be fair, he isn't wrong about that. you don't have any male friends, and you are honestly too embarrassed to ask your girlfriends for help on this department, not wanting them to think less of you. plus, rafe is a guy; he knows better what guys like, right?

"wouldn't it be kinda... weird ?" you ask, clearly hesistant.

"weird?" he repeats. "no, 'course not."

only a few more sweet, reassuring words is all it takes for him to gently coax you into watching his favourite pornos with him. his cock starts to harden in his pants just at the thought of having you like that. when you finally accept, he swears he's on cloud nine.

god, he's been wanting you for months now; he can't believe this is happening.

"c'mere, baby," he eagerly instructs you, getting on his bed.

he sits with his back resting on the headboard and pats the spot between his legs to invite you to sit there. he places the laptop next to him, the pornhub website still open on it. you move slowly towards him, cheeks slightly flushed from the embarrassment as you settle on the mattress in between his parted thighs, your back pressed to his hard chest.

he wraps one strong arm securely around your waist, his hand coming to rest gently on your tummy. with his other hand, he reaches for the laptop sitting beside him, carefully bringing it closer so the two of you can see the screen properly.

your heart is beating so fast in your chest that he can probably hear it, too. the way he is touching you is not making it easier for you to stay calm, either, his fingers tenderly tracing patterns on your belly over the thin fabric of your shirt while he scrolls through the page.

he seems to sense your discomfort and chuckles low in his throat, his warm breath tickling your ear. "relax, sis," he whispers teasingly, his voice laced with amusement. "i'm not gonna make you watch anything that'll traumatize you."

"it's just– this is a bad idea," you babble, fidgeting nervously when he finally clicks on a video and a pretty young woman appears on screen.

the actress is beautiful; she has a gorgeous body and face. her lips are full and pink, and she has these big, expressive eyes that appear to gleam. and you don't realize it, but she looks exactly like you.

the scene starts playing; in it, the girl is watching some movie with a guy that, apparently, is her roommate —at least that's what the title says.

"shhh..." he hushes you softly, his voice barely audible over the sounds emanating from his laptop's speakers. "just watch. don't overthink it."

"okay," you answer between gritted teeth.

your pretty eyes are fixed on the laptop while you try not to cringe at how bad the script and acting are, which is nearly impossible, to be honest. despite that, you keep watching in silence as the video plays, growing more flustered as the clock ticks.

you didn't know mouths could be used for that... interesting.

as opposed to you, rafe's pretty chill behind you, like he's unbothered by this whole situation —he's actually hard as fuck inside his pants, the thing is you haven't noticed. you wonder how he can act so unfazed, since you keep pushing your thighs together to try and soothe the throbbing sensation building in between them while you take in the lewd actions occurring on screen.

you weren't expecting your body to have this reaction, and now you don't know what to do to make it stop.

rafe soon becomes aware of the way you keep letting out soft sighs and squirming in his arms, plush ass rubbing against his cock every time you do it. it's a miracle he is still holding back, though he doesn't know how much time he will be able to.

he's not even paying attention to the video anymore, his entire focus put on you. he finally ventures to lean in, his hot breath grazing the shell of your ear as he whispers, "you know, i could do that to you..." his hand slowly slides to your plush thigh and he gives it a gentle squeeze.

his movements are measured and controlled not to scare you, but your breath hitches in your chest at his actions either way, body tensing up in his grasp. your brain is telling you to push him away, but the insistent throb in your sex doesn't like that idea, not one bit.

"you– you could?" you utter quietly, not taking your eyes away from the laptop.

rafe notices the uncertainty in your voice, but the way you haven't pushed him away yet emboldens him to continue, his large hand gradually sliding north.

"yeah, baby," he murmurs huskily against your ear, fingertips brushing along your inner thigh. "i could put my fingers inside you, just like he's doing to her..."

his words make you blush heavily as a little gasp is released from your pouty lips. "would it feel good?" you ask naively.

your eyes are transfixed in the sight of the guy on the screen pushing his fingers inside the girl's pussy. god, she seems like she's enjoying it so much... and you desperately want to feel like that too. you can't even bring yourself to care that it's your stepbrother offering to show you.

rafe's fingers creep higher and higher until they're barely brushing against your cotton panties. "yeah," he growls huskily against your ear, "it'd feel real good, sweetheart. i promise..."

you shudder, a sweet little mewl escaping your throat involuntarily. you can't help but blush at your own reaction, slightly embarrassed by it. you tear your eyes away from the screen, head falling back against his chest as you look up at him.

"it's throbbing, rafe..." you whine, self-control slipping from your hands. "can you make it better?"

rafe's fingers finally make contact with your wet underwear, pressing against your clit through the fabric. he rubs gentle circles around your sensitive nub, his other hand curling around your supple thigh to spread your legs wider.

"oh, baby, you're soaked through your panties..." he pants out.

your body literally melts into his touch like butter, perfectly shaped brows knitting together in a frown of pleasure. the girl in the video moans, and you do too, both sounds echoing in the silence of his room.

taking your moan as an invitation, rafe carefully hooks his fingers in the gusset of your panties to push them aside, exposing your sopping cunt to the cool air of his bedroom. then, he traces your wet slit slowly, leisurely, as if savoring the velvety feel of your skin.

"such a pretty little pussy..." he praises, eyes hungrily taking in the pink expanse of flesh.

you squirm and let out a soft whimper, biting your lip right after to avoid keep making noises; the last thing you want is to wake up your parents or wheezie. rafe notices your struggle and swiftly reaches up to cover your mouth with his free hand, muffling your sweet moans.

he gathers some of the wetness dripping out of your cunt before trailing his fingers all the way up to your clit, rubbing it gently. your eyes roll back, hips bucking up against his hand instinctively. the way your swollen bud throbs beneath his fingertips is going to make you mad. he begins to touch your clit in fast, tight circles, his other hand still holding your mouth shut to keep you quiet.

he leans in to whisper against your ear, his hot breath sending shivers down your spine, "if you make a sound, i'll stop, got it?"

you nod obediently in response, making your best effort to comply; you don't want him to stop doing this, never. as a reward, rafe slides a thick finger down your slit and presses it against your clenched entry, steadily applying pressure until your tight muscles finally give in and allow his digit ingress.

"so fuckin' tight," he groans under his breath at the feeling of your narrow pussy engulfing his finger.

withdrawing his finger almost all the way out, he teases your entrance with the tip, making you tremble with anticipation before pushing it back in to the knuckle, his palm cupping your mound as he starts to thrust in a smooth, lazy rhythm. you swallow a whiny cry while your eyelids flutter shut, pretty face scrunched in a blissful expression.

rafe works his finger in and out of your slick pussy slowly, marveling at how your velvety walls flutter around the digit. he curls it inward, searching for that special spot that's guaranteed to drive you wild.

after a few experimental pokes, rafe's fingertip finally brushes over your g-spot, eliciting a muffled moan from under his palm. he smiles wickedly against your skin, and you shudder in his grasp, pleasure waves running through your body.

"that's it, sweetheart... feel good?" he croons softly, fingering you nice and deep.

you can't bring yourself to reply, the sensation of his large digit fucking your pussy, added to the constant rubbing of his palm against your puffy clit has your mind feeling all fuzzy. your body language is the only answer he needs, though.

rafe leans in to tenderly nip at your neck, his hot mouth latching onto your slender throat as he keeps pumping his finger steadily in and out of your dripping cunt. he knows you're close when he feels your inner muscles starting to clench erratically around his digit.

"rafe," you moan onto his palm as you feel this new, strange sensation building in your tummy, pussy tingling so nicely.

heaven help him. hearing you, his stepsister, moan his name like that makes rafe's hard dick throb almost painfully against his zipper.

and then it happens. the coil in your belly suddenly snaps and you have to bite onto your lip harshly to keep yourself from screaming as you cum for the very first time, on your stepbrother's hand. rafe continues to pump his finger in and out of your spasming cunt as you ride out your climax, wanting to prolong your pleasure.

when you finally come down from your high, you're all shaky and flustered in his arms, panting heavily to try and catch your breath. he has a satisfied smirk on his lips while he slowly withdraws his slick digit from your quivering hole to bring it up to his mouth and lick it clean, savoring your taste.

"did so well for me, baby," he coos as he uncovers your mouth, gently turning your head to the side to press a kiss to your swollen, red lips.

you return it sloppily, eyes fluttering shut in the process, and you sigh contently against his mouth. he can't help but rock his hips against your ass, rubbing his hard on against you.

"did i make you feel good?" he asks between little kisses, his breathing growing uneven. you nod in response. "yeah? then it's just fair you make me feel good too, sweetheart... wanna do that f'me?"

"yes," you whisper against his lips without even thinking, feeling him smirk into the kiss.

"such a good girl," he praises.

at some point, the porn video playing on his laptop ended, so he simply closes it up and tosses it away, the device landing somewhere on his king size bed. then, he turns you both around, until you are laying on the mattress and he is on top of you.

he is quick to undo his pants and yank them down, just enough to free his raging hard on, which bounces against his abs. let me tell you this, he's big, the tip pink and fat, already leaking precum.

suddenly, realization hits you. this is your stepbrother for god's sake, are you really gonna let him fuck you?

he notices how your body tenses up, one hand reaching to stroke your plush thigh reassuringly while the other wraps around his shaft, giving it a slow pump.

"hey, baby, relax..." he whispers gently, "i'll put just the tip in, yeah? there's nothing wrong with that."

you hesitate. his strong arms slide beneath your legs to tug you closer. then his cock brushes your pussy and you whimper. how are you supposed to say 'no' ?

it's just the tip.

"mhmm, 'kay" you end up agreeing with a little nod.

rafe flashes you a lopsided smirk, his hand gripping his cock again while the free one yanks your panties aside once more. keeping eye contact, he slowly glides the fat head of his dick up and down your drenched slit, coating it thoroughly in your arousal. you shudder as his tip eventually meets your puffy clit, the gentle rubbing sending shivers down your spine.

"rafe," you whimper.

rafe's eyelids droop, a low hum of pleasure escaping his throat as he continues to slowly drag the reddened head up and down your chubby pussy lips with squelching sounds. his breathing grows heavier the longer he teasingly rolls it against your slick folds, reveling in your breathy whimpers. he feels like he's about to burst already, pre-cum steadily leaking from the tip and onto your flesh.

he can't fucking take this anymore.

with a slow, gentle thrust, he sinks his cock into your warm, slippery pussy, just the head breaching your entrance before he pauses, savoring the initial penetration. his eyes lock onto yours, his pupils blown wide with lust.

"jesus, fuck." he grunts.

your cunt starts fluttering around him. he has barely slided the first two inches in, as he promised, but he's so thick that even that feels like a tight fit. you let out a moan, which mingles with a strained groan from rafe as your velvety walls clench tightly around his swollen cockhead.

"gonna– might just nut already, shit" rafe mutters through gritted teeth, fighting the urge to just drive forward and hilt himself deep. "so goddamn tight."

your hips buck unconsciously against his, making him slip in just a tad further —which nearly makes him lose all his self-control. somehow, he manages to keep his shit together, hips rocking slowly to thrust in and out of you while his veiny hand strokes the rest of his shaft.

you're totally enthralled by the sight, liquid heat pooling in your belly while you watch him use your body for his pleasure. he looks so good, you can't believe he's real. your chest fills with pride at the knowledge that you're making this greek god feel good.

this is the fastest rafe has ever cum, the movement of his hips becoming jerky and sloppy after a few minutes as he spills his sperm inside you. he's panting heavily, sweat beading on his brow while his fist squeezes the base of his cock tightly.

you're left wanting more when he slowly pulls out, pussy stretched out and leaking white spurts of cum. he gazes down at you with a smirk, lightly tapping the head of his dick against your swollen clit, which has you writhing beneath him.

"so fuckin' gorgeous stuffed full of my cum," he whispers, his cock smearing the sticky substance all over your slit. you mewl in response. "hmm, 'm sorry for making such a mess on your pretty pussy, sweetheart, lemme clean it up, yeah?"

you blush in response when he leans forward, throwing your creamy thighs over his broad shoulders, to put his mouth onto your sex. you almost cry at the heavenly feeling, his playful tongue delving between your folds to lap up his own release. he cleans you up thoroughly, only to mess you up again right after, his spit soaking your cunt as he makes you cum again.

after tonight, you are cancelling that date, that's for sure.

well, now that you hear it out loud, it probably sounded better in your head. anyways...

you stroll towards the desk with languid steps and sit down on rafe's chair, small hands reaching hesitantly to open the laptop. you turn it on and the screen light illuminates your pretty face right away. you swear your fingers are shaking a little bit as you open up the browser and type 'porn videos' on the search bar.

somehow, you feel like you are doing something wrong, and you can't seem to shake the guilt away. either way, you don't back out. you click the enter button and, after just a few seconds, a million search results pop up. honestly, you don't know where to start, so you click on the first one, which redirects you to a website called pornhub.

the home page is full of videos, the first thing to catch your attention being the obscene thumbnails of each one of them. your cheeks flush a deep shade of red. you read some of the titles as you bite your lip nervously, realising most of them contain the word 'stepsister' in them, and you wonder if that is the only content posted on this page.

how innocent of you not to know that the website is making recommendations based on your stepbro's most searched tag.

before things escalate further, you spot rafe's airpods max sitting there on the desk and decide to grab them, connecting them to the laptop and putting them on —this way you can make sure no one overhears anything. after that, you spend a few more minutes scrolling through the page, during which you discover that there's a ton of categories to choose from.

how are you supposed to know which one to pick?

you are so invested in your little research, headphones canceling the noise, that you don't hear neither rafe opening the front door nor him walking up the stairs and, surely, don't notice him standing behind you until he speaks. and it's too late by then.

"the fuck are you doing, sweetheart?" he blurts, complete and utterly shocked to see his naive stepsister fuckin' watching pornhub.

well shit, maybe you aren't as innocent as he thought you were.

you jolt instantly, jumping out of your seat as you feel all the colour draining from your cheeks. no way rafe just caught you in the act. this can't be real. despite how bad you want to run away, you are left with no other choice but to turn around and face him, wishing the earth would swallow you up.

"i– this is not what it looks like, i swear i can explain," you stutter nervously, taking of the airpods with trembling hands. from here on, the anxious rambling begins, "i wasn't doing anything... this guy– well, i... i uhm– i got a date, 'kay? with this guy from class and– listen, i know this is silly, but..."

"jesus christ, baby, slow down, 'kay?" he stops you, his heart nearly melting from how cute you look, so shy and flustered. he almost feels bad for interrupting whatever the hell you were doing here.

the colour has returned to your cheeks, and you are all flushed now, from head to toe. your face feels like it's on fire; you have never been this embarrassed before.

"could you please start over?" he asks, hoping to hear a coherent explanation to why you are in his room, in the middle of the night, and watching porn on his laptop.

you take a deep breath, fidgeting with the hem of your top. you are so deeply ashamed that you don't seem to remember that you are wearing nothing but a flimsy white singlet and a tiny pair of matching panties. rafe's very aware of that fact, though, hungry eyes trailing all over your beautiful body.

"i've got a date with a guy from class," you start explaining, white teeth nibling occasionally on your plump bottom lip, "but i've never dated anyone, ya' know? i've no experience, and i don't want him to think i'm pathetic if we..."

"fuck?" he finishes your sentence, a roguish grin spreading across his handsome face.

if possible, your blush deepens even more at the vulgarity while you mutter a quiet 'yeah' in response.

honestly, he is a bit jealous of that guy. not only you are willing to let him fuck you, but you are also trying to learn how to do it properly so he has a good time doing it. yeez, what a shame for him he is going to kill him as soon as he finds out who he is; there's no chance rafe's letting you near any other man but him.

"i thought, uhm, maybe watching that would help..." you add coyly, his silence making you more nervous.

it is cute how you try to avoid saying words like 'fuck' or 'porn', like it is a crime to pronounce them or something.

"you know what? let's watch it together," he proposes.

there's a mischievous glint in his eyes that doesn't go unnoticed. you swear your cheeks might just explode at any second, and you can't help the pathetic stutter that comes out when you talk. "uhm, i don't think that'd be appropriate," you refuse, shaking your head.

"why not? you want help, and i can help you here, sweetheart," he answers, his voice surprisingly soft and gentle —unlike rafe, "that's what big brothers are for, aren't they?"

he takes a few steps in his direction until he is standing right beside you. then, he grabs the laptop in his large hands as he flashes you a wicked smirk, his curtain bangs falling messily on his forehead. you gulp, having him so close makes you feel a certain way; you cannot deny that.

"you, uhm, being my stepbrother is exactly why not," you stammer as you tilt your head back to look at him, his height towering over you.

"bullshit," he retorts, huffing. "you trust me?"

your first mistake is, probably, trusting rafe cameron. "yeah, i do, but..."

"that's why 'm perfect for the job, baby," he interrupts you. his words are clearly intended to manipulate you, but you are way too innocent to notice it, "i'm probably the guy you feel most comfortable with, aren't i? i can give ya' all the advice you need."

to be fair, he isn't wrong about that. you don't have any male friends, and you are honestly too embarrassed to ask your girlfriends for help on this department, not wanting them to think less of you. plus, rafe is a guy; he knows better what guys like, right?

"wouldn't it be kinda... weird ?" you ask, clearly hesistant.

"weird?" he repeats. "no, 'course not."

only a few more sweet, reassuring words is all it takes for him to gently coax you into watching his favourite pornos with him. his cock starts to harden in his pants just at the thought of having you like that. when you finally accept, he swears he's on cloud nine.

god, he's been wanting you for months now; he can't believe this is happening.

"c'mere, baby," he eagerly instructs you, getting on his bed.

he sits with his back resting on the headboard and pats the spot between his legs to invite you to sit there. he places the laptop next to him, the pornhub website still open on it. you move slowly towards him, cheeks slightly flushed from the embarrassment as you settle on the mattress in between his parted thighs, your back pressed to his hard chest.

he wraps one strong arm securely around your waist, his hand coming to rest gently on your tummy. with his other hand, he reaches for the laptop sitting beside him, carefully bringing it closer so the two of you can see the screen properly.

your heart is beating so fast in your chest that he can probably hear it, too. the way he is touching you is not making it easier for you to stay calm, either, his fingers tenderly tracing patterns on your belly over the thin fabric of your shirt while he scrolls through the page.

he seems to sense your discomfort and chuckles low in his throat, his warm breath tickling your ear. "relax, sis," he whispers teasingly, his voice laced with amusement. "i'm not gonna make you watch anything that'll traumatize you."

"it's just– this is a bad idea," you babble, fidgeting nervously when he finally clicks on a video and a pretty young woman appears on screen.

the actress is beautiful; she has a gorgeous body and face. her lips are full and pink, and she has these big, expressive eyes that appear to gleam. and you don't realize it, but she looks exactly like you.

the scene starts playing; in it, the girl is watching some movie with a guy that, apparently, is her roommate —at least that's what the title says.

"shhh..." he hushes you softly, his voice barely audible over the sounds emanating from his laptop's speakers. "just watch. don't overthink it."

"okay," you answer between gritted teeth.

your pretty eyes are fixed on the laptop while you try not to cringe at how bad the script and acting are, which is nearly impossible, to be honest. despite that, you keep watching in silence as the video plays, growing more flustered as the clock ticks.

you didn't know mouths could be used for that... interesting.

as opposed to you, rafe's pretty chill behind you, like he's unbothered by this whole situation —he's actually hard as fuck inside his pants, the thing is you haven't noticed. you wonder how he can act so unfazed, since you keep pushing your thighs together to try and soothe the throbbing sensation building in between them while you take in the lewd actions occurring on screen.

you weren't expecting your body to have this reaction, and now you don't know what to do to make it stop.

rafe soon becomes aware of the way you keep letting out soft sighs and squirming in his arms, plush ass rubbing against his cock every time you do it. it's a miracle he is still holding back, though he doesn't know how much time he will be able to.

he's not even paying attention to the video anymore, his entire focus put on you. he finally ventures to lean in, his hot breath grazing the shell of your ear as he whispers, "you know, i could do that to you..." his hand slowly slides to your plush thigh and he gives it a gentle squeeze.

his movements are measured and controlled not to scare you, but your breath hitches in your chest at his actions either way, body tensing up in his grasp. your brain is telling you to push him away, but the insistent throb in your sex doesn't like that idea, not one bit.

"you– you could?" you utter quietly, not taking your eyes away from the laptop.

rafe notices the uncertainty in your voice, but the way you haven't pushed him away yet emboldens him to continue, his large hand gradually sliding north.

"yeah, baby," he murmurs huskily against your ear, fingertips brushing along your inner thigh. "i could put my fingers inside you, just like he's doing to her..."

his words make you blush heavily as a little gasp is released from your pouty lips. "would it feel good?" you ask naively.

your eyes are transfixed in the sight of the guy on the screen pushing his fingers inside the girl's pussy. god, she seems like she's enjoying it so much... and you desperately want to feel like that too. you can't even bring yourself to care that it's your stepbrother offering to show you.

rafe's fingers creep higher and higher until they're barely brushing against your cotton panties. "yeah," he growls huskily against your ear, "it'd feel real good, sweetheart. i promise..."

you shudder, a sweet little mewl escaping your throat involuntarily. you can't help but blush at your own reaction, slightly embarrassed by it. you tear your eyes away from the screen, head falling back against his chest as you look up at him.

"it's throbbing, rafe..." you whine, self-control slipping from your hands. "can you make it better?"

rafe's fingers finally make contact with your wet underwear, pressing against your clit through the fabric. he rubs gentle circles around your sensitive nub, his other hand curling around your supple thigh to spread your legs wider.

"oh, baby, you're soaked through your panties..." he pants out.

your body literally melts into his touch like butter, perfectly shaped brows knitting together in a frown of pleasure. the girl in the video moans, and you do too, both sounds echoing in the silence of his room.

taking your moan as an invitation, rafe carefully hooks his fingers in the gusset of your panties to push them aside, exposing your sopping cunt to the cool air of his bedroom. then, he traces your wet slit slowly, leisurely, as if savoring the velvety feel of your skin.

"such a pretty little pussy..." he praises, eyes hungrily taking in the pink expanse of flesh.

you squirm and let out a soft whimper, biting your lip right after to avoid keep making noises; the last thing you want is to wake up your parents or wheezie. rafe notices your struggle and swiftly reaches up to cover your mouth with his free hand, muffling your sweet moans.

he gathers some of the wetness dripping out of your cunt before trailing his fingers all the way up to your clit, rubbing it gently. your eyes roll back, hips bucking up against his hand instinctively. the way your swollen bud throbs beneath his fingertips is going to make you mad. he begins to touch your clit in fast, tight circles, his other hand still holding your mouth shut to keep you quiet.

he leans in to whisper against your ear, his hot breath sending shivers down your spine, "if you make a sound, i'll stop, got it?"

you nod obediently in response, making your best effort to comply; you don't want him to stop doing this, never. as a reward, rafe slides a thick finger down your slit and presses it against your clenched entry, steadily applying pressure until your tight muscles finally give in and allow his digit ingress.

"so fuckin' tight," he groans under his breath at the feeling of your narrow pussy engulfing his finger.

withdrawing his finger almost all the way out, he teases your entrance with the tip, making you tremble with anticipation before pushing it back in to the knuckle, his palm cupping your mound as he starts to thrust in a smooth, lazy rhythm. you swallow a whiny cry while your eyelids flutter shut, pretty face scrunched in a blissful expression.

rafe works his finger in and out of your slick pussy slowly, marveling at how your velvety walls flutter around the digit. he curls it inward, searching for that special spot that's guaranteed to drive you wild.

after a few experimental pokes, rafe's fingertip finally brushes over your g-spot, eliciting a muffled moan from under his palm. he smiles wickedly against your skin, and you shudder in his grasp, pleasure waves running through your body.

"that's it, sweetheart... feel good?" he croons softly, fingering you nice and deep.

you can't bring yourself to reply, the sensation of his large digit fucking your pussy, added to the constant rubbing of his palm against your puffy clit has your mind feeling all fuzzy. your body language is the only answer he needs, though.

rafe leans in to tenderly nip at your neck, his hot mouth latching onto your slender throat as he keeps pumping his finger steadily in and out of your dripping cunt. he knows you're close when he feels your inner muscles starting to clench erratically around his digit.

"rafe," you moan onto his palm as you feel this new, strange sensation building in your tummy, pussy tingling so nicely.

heaven help him. hearing you, his stepsister, moan his name like that makes rafe's hard dick throb almost painfully against his zipper.

and then it happens. the coil in your belly suddenly snaps and you have to bite onto your lip harshly to keep yourself from screaming as you cum for the very first time, on your stepbrother's hand. rafe continues to pump his finger in and out of your spasming cunt as you ride out your climax, wanting to prolong your pleasure.

when you finally come down from your high, you're all shaky and flustered in his arms, panting heavily to try and catch your breath. he has a satisfied smirk on his lips while he slowly withdraws his slick digit from your quivering hole to bring it up to his mouth and lick it clean, savoring your taste.

"did so well for me, baby," he coos as he uncovers your mouth, gently turning your head to the side to press a kiss to your swollen, red lips.

you return it sloppily, eyes fluttering shut in the process, and you sigh contently against his mouth. he can't help but rock his hips against your ass, rubbing his hard on against you.

"did i make you feel good?" he asks between little kisses, his breathing growing uneven. you nod in response. "yeah? then it's just fair you make me feel good too, sweetheart... wanna do that f'me?"

"yes," you whisper against his lips without even thinking, feeling him smirk into the kiss.

"such a good girl," he praises.

at some point, the porn video playing on his laptop ended, so he simply closes it up and tosses it away, the device landing somewhere on his king size bed. then, he turns you both around, until you are laying on the mattress and he is on top of you.

he is quick to undo his pants and yank them down, just enough to free his raging hard on, which bounces against his abs. let me tell you this, he's big, the tip pink and fat, already leaking precum.

suddenly, realization hits you. this is your stepbrother for god's sake, are you really gonna let him fuck you?

he notices how your body tenses up, one hand reaching to stroke your plush thigh reassuringly while the other wraps around his shaft, giving it a slow pump.

"hey, baby, relax..." he whispers gently, "i'll put just the tip in, yeah? there's nothing wrong with that."

you hesitate. his strong arms slide beneath your legs to tug you closer. then his cock brushes your pussy and you whimper. how are you supposed to say 'no' ?

it's just the tip.

"mhmm, 'kay" you end up agreeing with a little nod.

rafe flashes you a lopsided smirk, his hand gripping his cock again while the free one yanks your panties aside once more. keeping eye contact, he slowly glides the fat head of his dick up and down your drenched slit, coating it thoroughly in your arousal. you shudder as his tip eventually meets your puffy clit, the gentle rubbing sending shivers down your spine.

"rafe," you whimper.

rafe's eyelids droop, a low hum of pleasure escaping his throat as he continues to slowly drag the reddened head up and down your chubby pussy lips with squelching sounds. his breathing grows heavier the longer he teasingly rolls it against your slick folds, reveling in your breathy whimpers. he feels like he's about to burst already, pre-cum steadily leaking from the tip and onto your flesh.

he can't fucking take this anymore.

with a slow, gentle thrust, he sinks his cock into your warm, slippery pussy, just the head breaching your entrance before he pauses, savoring the initial penetration. his eyes lock onto yours, his pupils blown wide with lust.

"jesus, fuck." he grunts.

your cunt starts fluttering around him. he has barely slided the first two inches in, as he promised, but he's so thick that even that feels like a tight fit. you let out a moan, which mingles with a strained groan from rafe as your velvety walls clench tightly around his swollen cockhead.

"gonna– might just nut already, shit" rafe mutters through gritted teeth, fighting the urge to just drive forward and hilt himself deep. "so goddamn tight."

your hips buck unconsciously against his, making him slip in just a tad further —which nearly makes him lose all his self-control. somehow, he manages to keep his shit together, hips rocking slowly to thrust in and out of you while his veiny hand strokes the rest of his shaft.

you're totally enthralled by the sight, liquid heat pooling in your belly while you watch him use your body for his pleasure. he looks so good, you can't believe he's real. your chest fills with pride at the knowledge that you're making this greek god feel good.

this is the fastest rafe has ever cum, the movement of his hips becoming jerky and sloppy after a few minutes as he spills his sperm inside you. he's panting heavily, sweat beading on his brow while his fist squeezes the base of his cock tightly.

you're left wanting more when he slowly pulls out, pussy stretched out and leaking white spurts of cum. he gazes down at you with a smirk, lightly tapping the head of his dick against your swollen clit, which has you writhing beneath him.

"so fuckin' gorgeous stuffed full of my cum," he whispers, his cock smearing the sticky substance all over your slit. you mewl in response. "hmm, 'm sorry for making such a mess on your pretty pussy, sweetheart, lemme clean it up, yeah?"

you blush in response when he leans forward, throwing your creamy thighs over his broad shoulders, to put his mouth onto your sex. you almost cry at the heavenly feeling, his playful tongue delving between your folds to lap up his own release. he cleans you up thoroughly, only to mess you up again right after, his spit soaking your cunt as he makes you cum again.

after tonight, you are cancelling that date, that's for sure.

The room was quiet except for the low hum of the air conditioning and the distant sound of cars passing outside. The bed beneath your knees was soft, warm from where he’d been sitting, legs sprawled out, watching you with that lazy, knowing smirk. His back rested against the headboard, arms loose at his sides, but the way his fingers flexed against the sheets told you he was anything but relaxed.

Your heart was a drum in her chest. You’d thought about this—fantasized about it in flashes of heat and want—but now that you were actually here, between his legs, looking up at him, you felt small in the best way possible. Nervous, sure. But eager.

"You ever done this before?" Rafe asked, voice low, velvety, with just the faintest rasp.

You shook your head.

His smirk widened slightly, though there was something softer in his expression, too. Something dark and indulgent. He reached out, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear before his fingers trailed down, ghosting over your jaw. "Then let me teach you."

You swallowed, nodding, because that was exactly what you wanted—to learn. To be good for him.

"Start slow," he murmured, guiding your hand to the bulge in his boxers. "Get used to how I feel."

You exhaled, your fingers moving hesitantly at first, feeling the heat of him through the fabric. He was already hard, thick and straining, and the realization sent a rush of heat between your thighs.

"Don’t be shy," he murmured. "I’m yours, baby. Take what you want."

Something about that made you bolder. You palmed him more firmly, watching his reaction, the way his eyes darkened, how his jaw clenched just slightly. Slowly, you traced the outline of him, pressing just enough to make his breath hitch.

"Good," he praised, fingers tightening in your hair. "Now take them off."

You hooked your fingers into the waistband of his boxers and pulled them down, your breath catching as he sprang free. He was bigger than you expected, flushed at the tip, a bead of precum glistening there. Your thighs clenched at the sight of him, at the way he watched you with so much expectation.

"Use your hand first," he instructed, his voice steady but thick with something deeper. "Spit on it."

You hesitated for only a second before wetting your palm and wrapping your fingers around him. He exhaled sharply through his nose.

"Start slow," he murmured. "Base to tip. That’s it—fuck, just like that."

Your followed his lead, watching the way his muscles tensed every time you twisted your wrist just right, how his abs flexed when you dragged your thumb over the head.

"You're a quick learner," he groaned. "Try your mouth now. Just the tip first."

You obeyed, leaning in, lips parting as you took just the head into your mouth, tongue flicking experimentally against the slit. He let out a slow, shuddering breath, his fingers tightening in your hair.

"Good girl," he murmured. "Now, hollow your cheeks—yeah, just like that. Keep it slow, let me feel you."

You did, sucking lightly, and his reaction was immediate—a sharp inhale, a quiet curse. It made something molten unfurl in your stomach, a rush of confidence you hadn't expected.

"Use your tongue," he instructed, voice rough now. "Lick up the underside—fuck, yes, like that. You’re so fucking good at this, baby."

Your head bobbed slowly, taking him deeper each time, letting yourself get used to the weight of him on your tongue. His grip in your hair was guiding but not forceful, his hips shifting just slightly as he fought the urge to thrust.

"Relax your throat," he groaned. "Breathe through your nose. You got it, baby—fuck, you feel perfect."

You moaned softly around him at the praise, and the vibration made him jolt, his head falling back against the pillows. "Shit, keep doing that," he panted. "You're gonna make me—"

You wanted to. Wanted to take him all the way there, wanted to push him over the edge with your mouth alone.

"Fuck, baby—" His words cut off in a sharp groan, and then he was gone, unraveling beneath your touch, his body shuddering as he came, his fingers tight in your hair, his head thrown back against the pillows.

You pulled away slowly, wiping your lips as you looked up at him, breathless. He was still staring at you, chest rising and falling, eyes dark and dazed.

You knew what you heard.

You hadn’t meant to eavesdrop. Not really. But when Rafe was talking loud as hell with his friends out by the pool, practically yelling over the music and the laughter, your ears tuned in—especially when you heard her name.

Some new girl. Some random nobody you didn’t even know. Apparently, she was “fine as hell,” with “the kind of ass you just wanna bite” and “a mouth made for sin.”

You heard him say that. You heard Rafe say that.

And it fucking broke something in you.

You didn’t even remember what the excuse was you used to leave the party early, but you couldn’t stay and watch him act like he wasn’t already spoken for. Like he didn’t have you. Like he didn’t already get everything he needed and more from your mouth, your ass, your everything.

The rage brewed in your gut for hours.

By the time he stumbled into the house later that night, a little buzzed and definitely unaware of the storm you were about to unleash on him, you already had a plan.

Rafe thought he was going to walk in, get in your bed, and fuck you until you forgot every single thing he’d said earlier.

No. You were going to fuck him up first.

“Get on the bed.”

You didn’t wait for him to get settled. As soon as he closed the bedroom door, you turned on him, voice sharp and commanding, your eyes dark and unreadable.

Rafe blinked, a cocky smirk tugging at his lips, amused and already turned on by your tone.

“Oh? You missed me that bad, huh?”

You didn’t answer. Just stared at him, waiting.

Rafe stripped, slow at first, until he realized you weren’t playing games. His shirt hit the floor, then his jeans. You were already naked, sitting on the edge of the bed with your legs spread just enough to tease him, just enough to control him.

He groaned under his breath, cock already hardening at the sight of you.

“You’re so fuckin’ hot, you know that?” he muttered as he crawled onto the bed, towering over you, hand gripping your thigh.

But you moved faster, flipping him onto his back, straddling him, grinding against his bare cock without letting him in.

Rafe’s hands shot to your hips, but you slapped them away.

“I said—I’m in charge tonight.”

Something flickered in his eyes. Surprise. Then excitement. Then…confusion.

He liked when you got like this—rough, demanding, mean. But this wasn’t just some fun little roleplay. You were pissed.

And you were going to make him feel it.

You rode him hard. Not with love. Not with passion. With rage. With purpose. You used him like he was nothing more than a toy under you, nails digging into his chest, hair wild around your face as you bounced on his cock like it was the last thing you’d ever do.

Rafe was loving it, moaning, cursing, gripping the sheets until his knuckles turned white.

“Fuck, baby, just like that—shit—you’re so tight—you’re mine, you hear me?”

You didn’t respond.

Not with words.

Not until he was close.

Until Rafe was falling apart under you, eyes squeezed shut, hands now gripping your ass, slamming you down onto his cock harder, faster, desperate for release.

That’s when you leaned forward, lips brushing against his ear—and let it rip.

“Oh, fuck, Topper.”

Rafe’s eyes snapped open. His whole body stiffened.

“What the fuck—?”

You said it again, louder, moaning it like you meant it this time.

“Oh my god, Topper, right there—right fucking there.”

Everything stopped.

Rafe’s hands grabbed you, lifted you off of him like you were nothing, slammed you down onto your back.

“What the fuck did you just say?” His voice was low. Deadly. He loomed over you, chest heaving, his cock still rock hard, slick with your arousal, but his *eyes—*they were murderous.

You smiled sweetly, even as your heart pounded in your chest.

“You heard me,” you whispered, running your tongue over your bottom lip like you weren’t scared shitless. “Or are you too drunk to remember names tonight?”

Boom. You watched it hit him—the reason. The realization of what you’d heard earlier. And that rage in your chest? It had now transferred directly into his.

Rafe’s hand wrapped around your throat in an instant, not choking, just holding—just letting you feel the power he had over you.

“You think you’re fuckin’ funny?” His voice was low, shaking. “You think you can say his name while I’m inside you? You really wanna test me like that?”

You tilted your chin up, lips curling into a smirk.

“I just wanted to know how it feels to be disrespected, Rafe. Like I’m not even here. Like I’m not enough for you.”

He didn’t like that. Not one bit.

Rafe growled, hand tightening just enough to make you gasp, to make your thighs squeeze together. He saw it. He felt it.

“You’re such a fuckin’ brat,” he hissed. “Such a jealous, needy, little slut. You think I want her? You think I’d let you ride my dick like that if I wanted anyone but you?”

He pulled back, standing at the edge of the bed.

“Get the fuck on your knees.”

You obeyed, trembling—not from fear. From anticipation. Because when Rafe got like this? You never knew how far he’d go.

He gripped your jaw, forcing your eyes up to meet his.

“You wanna play games? Say his name again, sweetheart. Say it one more fuckin’ time, and I’ll ruin you. You won’t be able to walk tomorrow.”

You stared up at him, mouth parted, breath heavy. Your hand moved to stroke his cock, slow and teasing.

“…Topper.”

Rafe grabbed you by the hair, yanking you up, bending you over the bed in one brutal movement.

“No mercy now, bitch.”

He slammed into you from behind, no buildup, no warning. Just rough, deep, punishing thrusts. The bed creaked under you, headboard slamming the wall with each savage movement.

You screamed—his name, this time. Over and over.

“Rafe—Rafe—I’m sorry—I’m sorry—”

But he wasn’t listening.

“You wanna be a little whore? You wanna moan another man’s name while I’m fuckin’ you? Let’s see if he can make you come like this.”

You cried out, legs shaking, body limp, unable to fight him even if you wanted to.

Rafe owned you now.

By the time he was done, you couldn’t speak. Couldn’t move.

You were wrecked.

And Rafe. He wasn’t satisfied yet.

His hand cupped your cheek, forcing you to look at him.

“Mine. Say it.”

You nodded weakly, voice broken.

“Yours.”

“Say his name again. Go on.”

You couldn’t. You wouldn’t.

He smirked.

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"Pretty sure your brother's trying to kill me with his eyes."

Following JJ’s gaze, you roll your eyes. It’s surprising your boyfriend hasn’t caught fire from your stepbrother’s scorching glare. Somehow even drunk and coked out, Rafe’s sober enough to mean mug JJ…again.

Ever since you started dating him, you haven’t heard the end of it. For once, you thought he’d cut you a break. 

With Ward and Rose busy with a listing, Sarah hanging out with the rest of the Pogues and Wheezie attending a friend’s sleepover…it was just you and Rafe in the massive Cameron house tonight. 

And of course, your ever responsible brother used this opportunity to throw a party. He didn’t say much when you mentioned you invited JJ, just humming absently and shaking his head. While you know he hasn’t approved since you began dating him…you thought his vague answer meant he’d cut you some slack and would just ignore him. 

How profoundly misguided you were. 

Sighing, you wrap your arms around JJ’s neck.

"Ugh, you know Rafe," you groan, shooting him an apologetic smile. 

JJ nods, biting his lip before scoffing, "If I didn't know any better…"

Your brows knit, fearful of the words on the cusp of leaving his tongue. Part of you already knows what he is about to suggest, but you can’t let your mind go there. 

Hell, you refuse to even entertain it. 

When you were younger, after a string of misfortunes in various foster homes, you got lucky when the Camerons took you in. Things went so well that Ward offered to adopt you on your eighteenth birthday. 

You were overjoyed and accepted, of course. 

Sarah was happy to have a sister close to her age. Wheezie was glad someone paid attention to her. 

And Rafe…well you’ve been about the only person to see the good in him. 

Rafe’s always been unwaveringly sweet to you, in a way he wasn’t to anyone else, even his own biological sisters.

.…Until you started dating JJ.

Everything changed at that moment. Rafe became a different person overnight.

His looks were no longer sweet; they were accusing. 

But while his eyes weren’t the ones of your beloved brother anymore, they never parted from you. 

"If you didn't know any better what?" you inquire, letting your fingers skim over JJ’s necklace. As his gaze silently travels from Rafe to you, you grow impatient. Your fingers squeeze around the back of his neck as irritation seeps in your tone. "If you didn't know any better what JJ?" 

"You know what I'm gonna say, babe. He scares away every guy who so much as looks at you."

Your nose scrunches in disgust. "Ew, JJ he's my brother," you giggle, punching him lightly in the chest.

But JJ doesn’t laugh with you. He looks like he’s thinking, hard…which is always a bad sign when it comes to JJ. 

His hands curl around your waist. 

"Stepbrother," he notes with emphasis, his voice almost inaudible amidst the loud music. He pauses, his jaw clenching. "And the way he looks at you isn't very brotherly."

You cup his cheek and laugh. 

"Hm, are you scared of my brother, Jay?" you tease. 

"You mean the guy who jumps me at every chance he gets…" he replies caustically. "Not at all, babe."

A deep sigh drops from your lips. Of course, rumors of Rafe tormenting the Pogues have reached you. Especially JJ. You don’t know what it is with him but Rafe always shows that side of himself you don’t like around him…well even more than usual.

"I told him to stop doing things like that," you lament. "Rafe’s ridiculous. I think he just acts out because he wants to prove to Ward that he’s like…tough or something, but that’s not him." You glance back at your brother before looking at JJ earnestly. "Rafe isn’t bad. I’ve seen how nice he can be."

There’s a goodness in Rafe most people don’t get to experience, but you have. 

You still remember how he used to comfort you when you were sad, holding you in his arms when you cried, sometimes until you fell asleep. 

You confided in him many times and he’d actually listen. He is even adamant about keeping you away from his vices, forbidding you from partaking in the same party favors he likes to indulge in. 

Rafe’s always been a good brother to you...but lately he’s been a nightmare. 

"You’re literally the only person who thinks that about Rafe Cameron," your boyfriend jokes. Before you can respond, JJ covers your hands with his, twining your fingers together. "I don't care that your brother wants to kill me. But I bet…"

You tilt your head in question. "But you bet what?" 

JJ’s cornflower gaze lingers on your face, his voice lowering as he bends over you. "That if we were together in every way a couple can be together…he'd back off."

Heat flares in your cheek as you fidget. Leaning back, you bashfully meet his eyes. "JJ…I already told you I'm not ready yet."

JJ’s forehead creases as he tugs you closer. 

"Because you don't trust me? I love you," he says fervently. 

You pause, his question tying the words on your tongue. 

It’s not the first time he spoke about that. Every time he brings it up, you try to distract him. You know it’s the natural next step for the two of you and you’re not against it. 

You’re actually looking forward to it. 

Maybe it’s silly but you want it to feel right, romantic. Perfect. 

Being a late bloomer never irked you. It might be a little naive and idealistic but you’d rather wait than rush into something you’ll later regret. 

"Of course, I trust you," you assure, beaming at him. "I just need some time. Soon, I promise."

He smiles back at you. "Okay, I'll wait."

His lips press against yours and you close your eyes. As the kiss deepens and JJ’s hands roam over your curves, you hum and lean into him. 

But the steamy makeout session is cut short by the abrupt end of the music and Rafe’s firm shout from the other side of the wide living room.

"Everyone leave. Party's over," he yells, waving his arms and shooing a bunch of dejected young adults towards the exit. The guests’ drunken moans and groans surround you. As people sluggishly trickle out, Rafe slaps his hands with impatience. "Come on, now. I said everybody out!"

Reluctantly, you part from JJ. As you gauge his taut expression, worry grows inside you. It’s clear he’s ready to pick a fight with Rafe… again. 

Well, not on your watch. 

You cradle his face and drop one last, quick kiss on his lips. 

"I’m sorry, JJ. I’ll text you, okay?"

You can tell he hesitates to leave, surveying Rafe from the corner of his sight, but eventually he pecks your forehead. 

"I’ll come get you tomorrow, and we’ll go on a date," he says with a bright smile. "Tell me if he gives you a hard time and I’ll kick his ass."

You chuckle.

"Sure. Please go. I love you."

As soon as JJ’s gone, you storm towards Rafe. The house is empty now except for the two of you. Empty beer cups and trash litters the floor. It’ll be a hassle to clean, but you’ll worry about that tomorrow. 

"Rafe, what the fuck?" you scream, slapping your hands against his chest. 

He gives you a blank look, barely moving when you push him. 

"I said party's over," he states, wiping remnants of the white powder he inhaled before from his nose. "Dad said curfew's at 11. Just following his rules."

You snort, disbelief coursing through you. 

"Oh now you care about Ward's rules?"

He shrugs, shoving his hands in the pockets of his shorts.

"Just looking out for my little sister."

"Sure, whatever," you scoff, shaking your head.

Rafe’s pettiness knows no bounds. You don’t know why you’re even still surprised by it, why you expect better, why you keep hoping to one day get your sweet brother back.

He tries to approach you but you raise your hands and retreat. 

"Don’t. I’ll be in my room."

You don’t wait for his answer, stomping up the stairs without looking back. You’ve had your fill of Rafe for the night. 

After slamming the door to your room, you fall on your bed, the mattress bouncing with your weight. As you lie back, your focus roams about the pictures hanging beneath the fairy lights on the wall. So many pictures with you and your family, with your siblings. Happy memories. Ward taking you fishing. You and Sarah at her birthday party. You and Wheezie at the beach. 

…And so many with Rafe. There isn’t a single picture with you in which Rafe doesn’t smile. 

How did you get here? 

You miss the Rafe from before. Your brother. Your best friend. 

For some reason, he changed. 

You wonder what it’d take to bring back the old Rafe, the one who wasn’t so…hateful.

A sharp knock on the door curbs the sorrowful train of your thoughts. You sigh, recognizing that particular knock. A secret knock between you and your brother.

"Go away, Rafe," you shout from your bed.

"Please, princess? I just want to talk to you," he pleads.

You can’t help but melt a little at the nickname. Besides, if you’re being honest with yourself, you’d like to talk to him too. 

Caving in, you drag your feet to the door.

You unlock the door and come face to face with a tipsy Rafe, slumping against the wood. Wet, tousled dirty blonde locks frame his face. His shirt is open, exposing his chiseled abs and chest. 

"Hey, princess. Can I come in?" he slurs. 

Part of you wants to say 'no' but seeing him like this makes your chest pinch.

As you nod, he slips inside and shuts the door behind him. 

"I don’t understand why you have to treat him like this. If you just got to know him…"

A derisive chuckle leaves Rafe’s mouth. 

"Know him? He’s a Pogue. He doesn’t deserve you, okay?"

Your shoulders sag. 

Frankly, you’re starting to be over this Pogues vs Kooks nonsense. But Rafe’s always ranting about it, clinging to money and status to justify being a jerk to everyone. It’s all so dumb. 

Approaching him, you look him straight in the eye.

"Why are you so mean Rafe? You used to be a lot nicer."

"Just trying to protect my little sister," he defends. 

You squint at him. "That’s bullshit. Talk to me, Rafe."

He shakes his head. "No…"

You cradle his face, forcing him to meet your concerned gaze. 

"Rafe, look at me…"

"No…" He takes a deep breath, trembling from head to toe. A sharp gasp hitches in your throat as he snatches your wrists, prying your hands from his face. The blood in your veins turns to ice as Rafe’s blue eyes darken, his jaw flexing. "I’m a proactive kind of person, princess," he articulates, squeezing your wrists to the point of pain.

As you try to elude his grasp, his hold on you tightens. His warm breath dances on your face. "If I see a problem, I fix it. And that dirty Pogue…" Resentment bleeds through his tone. "He’s a problem."

"Rafe, you’re scaring me," you whimper, fear making your voice wobble. You push against his chest, nudging him towards your bed. Rafe lets you take him there, his grip on you slackening ever-so-slightly. "Please, just sit down. I think you just need to sober up. That stuff, it’s not good for you." You inspect his face, your frown deepening. "I already told you. You have to stop taking it."

A lopsided smile blooms on Rafe’s features. He sweeps his thumbs inside your wrists. "Always taking care of me, huh, princess?" 

"You’re my brother," you offer simply.

Darkness fills Rafe’s eyes again. 

"Stepbrother," he corrects, his voice strangely clipped. You blink, chafed by his statement and tone. While you’re not blood-related, you think of the Camerons as your real family, and Rafe as your real brother. 

He knows that too, how much you craved stability and affection after being tossed from foster home to foster home like spoiled leftovers. 

How can he say that to you?

You glower at him. "Still, we’re family."

Rafe draws you closer to him, between his parted legs. 

"No… Sarah and I are family. Wheezie and I are family." He laces his fingers with yours. "You and I…we’re more than that."

Your stomach plummets. Wherever this is going, you must put a stop to it.

"You should go to bed, Rafe," you suggest, pulling on his hands to drag him away from your bed, but he doesn’t move. 

Rafe hums, his smile growing. 

"I could sleep here. We’ve shared a bed plenty of times."

You swallow the lump in your throat. "It was different."

"Different how?" he challenges, lifting your chin when you elect to peer at the floor instead of him. "Look at me, princess. I love you, you know that? So much that it hurts. You’re all I think about."

His fevered gaze makes your heart beat faster. 

"I love you too," you mumble, trying to smile but it’s false. Wrong. You’ve said 'I love you' to Rafe plenty of times. And he’s said it to you as well. But something about how he’s saying it tonight feels different.

Forbidden.

Instead of leaving it at that, Rafe doubles down, intensity burning in his orbs as they rest on you. His hand squeezes around your jaw.

"No, I don’t…I don’t think you’re hearing me, princess. I love you, okay?" He pauses, scoffing before he repeats, more sharply this time. "I love you."

Your heart lurches. JJ was right. 

Why are you even surprised? Somewhere deep down, part of you always suspected. An inkling that always lurked inside you. You just didn’t want to think it was true. 

This could ruin everything.

Bile rises in your throat. None of this is good. 

Rafe’s too high and drunk to be in your room right now, especially saying the kinds of things a brother shouldn't say to his sister. 

You need to kick him out. 

"Okay," you reply uneasily. "You should go back to your own room now, Rafe. It’s late…"

You don’t get to finish your sentence, Rafe’s sudden lips on yours silencing the remainder of it. 

Shock takes hold of you, freezing you from head to toe.

You barely react as Rafe cups your cheek and moans against your mouth, too stunned to move.

A myriad of emotions rages inside you. 

Disgust, horror, disillusionment and…something else, something raw and heated you’d rather not even name. Was it there all along and did Rafe’s lips simply stir it awake?  

Do you even want to know?

As Rafe presses you against the sheets, his broad body draping over yours, you return to yourself. 

"Rafe," you chide, gasping for air when he releases your lips. 

Air rushes through your lungs in uneven puffs as Rafe’s hands explore your body. His knees part your legs and panic escalates within you. 

"You said you loved me," he breathes angrily against your ear, fingers crawling beneath your skirt, terrifyingly close to the edge of your lace panties. 

"Not in that way. Get off me, Rafe…please."

"So you’d rather open your legs for that Pogue, huh?" Ire drips from his words. Tears swell in your eyes.

"Rafe, you’re my brother. We can’t…"

His hand cinches around your throat as his fingers sneak inside your panties. Rafe dips his beringed index between your walls without ceremony, ripping a ragged moan from your throat.

"Step…brother," he reminds you, the metal of his ring rising strange sensations through your core as his digit grazes along your softness.

Sloppy kisses are dropped over your neck, Rafe’s teeth nipping into your skin. 

"Rafe, please."

"I should have never let that filthy Pogue near you…near what’s mine." His growl ripples along your skin. "What’s always been mine."

The rustle of clothes reaches you, sick understanding sinking in your gut as Rafe moves against you. Shaky sobs escape you as he slots himself between your thighs, a throbbing weight pressing against your entrance, replacing his fingers.

The more you struggle, the more his grip on your throat tightens, stealing your air. 

So you stop fighting, falling limply on the sheets as tears stream down your cheeks. 

"If anyone is going to have you first, it’ll be me, princess." 

He punctuates his promise with a pointed snap of his pelvis into yours. 

Your sharp cry of pain bounces against the walls. You tremble as Rafe stretches you open, his thick tip splitting you apart. 

The pain seems to last forever, a torment that has you clinging to Rafe just to bear through it. Your nails bury in his thick arms as he pants above you, seeming to strain to fit all of himself inside you. 

"Rafe, please, it hurts," you sob. 

More of his length sinks inside you and your chest heaves. While one of his hands is still around your throat, Rafe uses the other to wipe your tears and stroke your hair. 

"It’ll be okay, princess," he coos softly as you weep against his shoulder. 

"Rafe, no, no…"

Your breath catches as Rafe bottoms out inside you.

He unleashes a deep, throaty sigh, his grip on your neck easing.

When you turn your head away, quietly crying into the pillow, Rafe wrests your chin and forces you to meet his eyes. You shudder as his lustful gaze drinks in your disheveled frame. 

"Look at me, princess," Rafe coaxes gently, eyes clinging to yours. His chest moves with the same breathless, chaotic pace as yours. His deep timbre softens. "It’s me, Rafe, remember? Your Rafe," he murmurs, caressing your damp cheek. He smiles down at you and a new wave of tears rises in your throat.  "I wouldn’t hurt you, okay? I love you."

Cradling your face and whispering tender words against your ear, Rafe begins to thrust inside you. The slow in and out motions of his cock as it drags against your walls sends a rush of heat through your belly. 

Rafe grunts low in his chest as you clench around him with each thrust. 

"Hm, you fit so well around me, princess." Pleasure and pain mingle in your core, becoming dangerously indistinguishable from one another. "Always knew you would," he rasps. 

Rafe seizes your chin and plants a passionate kiss on your lips, his tongue and yours wrapped in a sinful tango. 

You mewl as the heat grows unbearable, licking at your flesh and curling your toes. The repeated pressure of Rafe’s pelvis on your bundle of nerves only ushers you along your release faster, electricity dancing on your spine as he pounds your core.

"You and I are made for each other, princess," Rafe purrs as your back arches on the sheets and stars flicker in your vision. 

A soundless scream floats from between your lips as they part. 

Waves of bliss engulf you as you sag bonelessly beneath Rafe.

As you flutter around him, Rafe groans against your shoulder. He gives a few more quick, sharp thrusts before going still. 

You sniffle as his cock twitches inside you, glazing your walls with his seed. The sticky mess overflows, dripping past where you and Rafe are joined and staining the sheets. 

The same sheets where you laughed and shared every secret with your brother. 

Rafe’s harsh pants breeze over your face as he stops moving, his length still nestled inside your wet heat. As the minutes pass, stretching into eternity, your shame and horror swell. 

You slept with your brother, let him have you. And while you know this was mostly Rafe’s doing, you came around his cock with abandon.

You might be as sick as he is. 

Rafe shushes you as you sob, mumbling loving words that make your skin crawl. 

He pecks your forehead and angles your chin towards him. As he caresses your cheek, Rafe says, eerily calm, "And if you ever try to go back to that Pogue, I’ll kill him myself…you hear me, princess?"

Amidst your despair, you nod. What else can you do but agree?

You always belonged to Rafe. You’re not sure why you let yourself pretend otherwise. 

you nervously fidgeted with your fingers, praying that the night would pass faster. you were currently sitting on one of the chairs next to the pool, sipping on the drink that rafe expressly made pope buy for you.

you’d been counting days for the past few weeks for this day, excited to meet one of rafe’s childhood best friends, jake. what did you not expect was for him to be a total jerk.

when he ignored your greetings, you shrugged it off. he probably didn’t hear me, you thought.

then, you heard him make not so subtle comments about how you weren’t good enough for rafe.

“why on the earth would he leave chelsea wright for someone like her?” he snickered, raising his voice to be heard by you.

you knew you couldn’t compare to rafe’s ex-girlfriends and you knew that one day he would leave you for someone prettier, but for once you wanted to believe you were enough.

“hey, angel.” you were pulled out of your thoughts by a cold hand touching you “what’s your pretty head worrying about?”

rafe lifted you up and placed you on his lap, as if you weighted nothing.

“you’re all wet!” you giggled, pushing him away.

“yeah, and you’re very soft.” he mumbled, while stroking your bare legs, sending electric sparks all over your body. “so, mind you telling me what made my sweet girl so sad?”

you avoided his gaze, not wanting to ruin his night out. hell, he talked about this reunion for weeks, you couldn’t possibly ruin it only because you were insecure.

“cameron!” you heard a presence behind you, an unsettling one “don’t be a fucking loser, hurry up we’re playing a game.”

you tensed up, unconsciously bringing yourself closer to your boyfriend, which didn’t pass unnoticed to rafe.

“i’m not in the mood.” he simply said, placing a soft but firm kiss on top of your head.

“don’t be a pussy.” jake rolled his eyes “no one’s gonna steal your girl. there’s nothing worth it.”

he laughed loudly, encouraging others to join him but all he received was pitiful gazes.

there’s only one rule you must follow if you don’t want to get on rafe cameron’s wrong side. don’t ever speak ill of his girl, unless you don’t want a gun pointed at your head. like right now.

“what the fuck did you say?” he stood up, towering over his former best-friend’s figure, furious eyes daring him to say one more thing.

the man that earlier seemed so full of himself turned pale, not expecting this outcome.

“c’mon, you know i’m joking.” he looked back and forth between you and rafe.

“don’t fucking look at her, bastard.” rafe said through clenched teeth, pulling you behind him with one hand.

you pulled at rafe’s shirt, begging him to let it go. “don’t do something stupid. it’s not a big matter.”

he turned around and looked at you in disbelief “he insulted you.”

that was the only warning you got before he hid your face in his chest and pulled the trigger.

the guy’s screams for help were futile, no one dared to go against rafe cameron, especially when he looked like he could burn the whole place down.

he tightened his hold on your waist and cupped your cheeks gently “i have killed many people for only looking at you in the wrong way and i’d do it again, with no remorse. i would be a mad man if I ever looked at another woman.”

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