#stepbrother!tom

Dim lights, the recorder faintly playing some old and crappy music only Tom enjoyed, and most importantly, your stepbrother pressed right against your slick entrance, teasing you like he always did.

“If you wanted my cock that badly, you could have just said something, you know,” he murmured, all self-assured and smug. “Brothers are supposed to take care of their little sisters, after all.”

“Tom, that’s disgusting if you say it like that! Ew!” you complained, trying to move around in your position—but with his body weight pressing down on you, it was simply impossible to move even a single inch.

“Now now, sweetheart. Don’t talk back. You want it though, don’t you?” he asked, shifting slightly so his tip was flush against your entrance, just shy of pushing in.

And it drove you close to insanity.

“Tom—stop teasing! Give me—give me just the tip. Please,” you pleaded with him, and finally, finally he seemed to give in.

“Just the tip—as always,” he repeated, rocking his hips forward so the head of his cock entered your tight heat at once, groaning lowly as he felt you stretch around him.

Your eyes rolled back at the sensation, your entire body shivering as he pushed in another inch and then pulled back, just to thrust forward with more force—though never giving you more than just the tip.

You whined and whimpered, soon eager to feel more of him—more than what you had agreed upon.

It always turned out like this. From the very first time you two had fucked, it had never stayed at “just the tip.” Mostly it ended up with your face pressed into the silk sheets of his bed, babbling incoherent words as he pounded your cervix raw, leaving you dripping with his cum just in time for the weekly family board game evening.

Tom had promised to always take care of his little sister, after all—and if she demanded more of his cock, then that was just what he gave her, of course.

“God, Tom. Pleaseeeee,” you sulked, putting on the best pouty face you possibly could—earning a low growl from him.

“Please what?” he asked arrogantly, fucking you open with just the first two inches of his thick cock.

If he wasn’t so good at this, you would have long strangled him.

“Please fuck me properly, need to—and he pushed forward another two inches—fuck,” you hissed, gripping at the pillow next to you. “Need to feel all of you—please.”

“Didn’t you say just the tip, hm?” Tom mocked while slowly sinking another inch of him inside you before withdrawing completely, earning himself an exasperated whine. “Fucking greedy girl. Such a slut for me, aren’t you? For your stepbrother, of all things.”

You wanted to cry in frustration, your walls fluttering around nothing as he circled your entrance with just the crown of him, adding a drop of precum to your already slicked cunt.

“Tom, I am begging you—just fuck me, you want it too!” you half-sobbed, clenching your eyes shut before he could see the tears welling up in them.

“You’ll bring lunch to my room for the entirety of next week, yeah?” he said, and at this point you weren’t even able to think straight enough to really process his words, just agreeing to anything he said—as long as you got to feel him again.

“Yes, yes, yes—just—please.”

“There’s a good girl,” Tom purred, thrusting all of him inside you at once, knocking the breath from your lungs at how full you felt. This position allowed him to go as deep as he possibly could, and God—the slight pain mixed with intense pleasure was exactly what you had been craving since lunch.

“Fuck—more, please more,” you stammered, staring up at his darkened, chocolate-brown eyes. And he gave you just that.

With his hands on your shoulders, keeping you from running from him, he set a rhythm—the perfect mix of depth and intensity, tip brushing against your most sensitive spot with each harsh thrust.

Tom soon had you seeing stars, mind numb with the ecstasy of your building orgasm, his own not far as your walls eagerly pulsed around him.

You were right at the brink when you heard a car pull into the driveway—your eyes widening with realisation.

They weren’t supposed to be home until 23:00.

“You got to—Tom we can’t, not here—” you squeaked, trying to wriggle yourself free from beneath him—though he only pressed you deeper into the cushioned couch.

“M’ so close—you’re going to stay right here until I am done with you, darling,” he rasped, and just a few punishing thrusts later, his hips stuttered against your own—spilling himself deep inside you with a low groan, leaving you warm and sticky with his release.

As your parents’ keys turned in the front door’s lock, Tom was already halfway up the stairs, glancing back down at you while you quickly tugged your shorts up your glistening legs.

“If you still want to cum, my door will be unlocked after midnight,” he called out to you, disappearing up the stairs before they could spot him—leaving you alone to explain as to whythere was a wet spot on the couch, how the pillows had gotten all over the floor, and why you looked like you had just run a marathon.

“Just, uh—trying home workouts, I guess. How silly of me.” You laughed it off before quickly rearranging the living room into what it had been, hurrying up the staircase right after.

With an exhausted sigh, you shut the door to your room after you entered, turning on the light—just to spot Tom, all relaxed in your bed with his signature smirk painted on his lips.

“Home workouts, huh? Up for another?”

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