Reverse Countertop Scenario Where Instead Of You Getting Eaten Out While Seated On The Countertop, Matt

Mutual Hatred - m. sturniolo

brother's bsf!matt x nate's little sister!reader

Warnings : 18+ ⋆ smut w/ plot ⋆ age gap (18 - 22) ⋆ cursing (a whole lotta fucks) ⋆ dom!matt ⋆ mean!matt ⋆ brat!reader ⋆ sub!reader ⋆ masturbation ⋆ phone sex? ⋆ underage drinking (big no no!!) ⋆ p in v no protection (wrap it before you tap it!!) ⋆ virginity loss ⋆ mirror sex ⋆ hate sex? ⋆ spanking ⋆ slight choking ⋆ degrading and slight praising ⋆ usage of "slut", "whore", "bitch", "brat", "baby" + more

Word count : 7.2k

requested? yes

Synopsis : You love your brother, Nate, but for the life of you, you just can't stand one of his best friends, Matt. But when Matt (accidentally?) sends you something he shouldn't, things get pretty tense and questions start to bubble. Just keep it to yourself, no biggie– At least that is until you tag along to a party, and a simple little party game pulls you both into a situation neither of you had expected.

If the two of you were twins, you would’ve been absolutely unstoppable. But alas, a three-year difference was what you had to settle for. Regardless, that never put a strain on you and Nate’s friendship, a bond between a brother and a sister, greater than anyone could ever know.

He’d looked after you when you were little, took care of anyone who even thought to bully you, and even in high school, he never dropped you for his friends, never left you in the dust. He practically went out of his way to include you in anything.

Of course, this did lead to you hanging out with his group of friends more than your own, his being practically family whilst yours was loosely knitted together only during school hours. But that was ok, his friends were nice to you.

Yes, of course there were times you were picked on, times you were mockingly babied, but that was expected with you being younger than them all. You’d gotten used to it, nothing new, nothing different. 

But there was one of his friends that really got under your skin, really grinded your gears, just– ultimately pissed you off; Matt. How could he be a triplet yet be so utterly different from his brothers? Especially in how each of them treated you.

Nick was the perfect guy to gossip with, “can I be mean for a second?” becoming one of your guys’ common phrases at this point anytime you two got the chance to hang out.

Chris was energetic as hell and just a pure goofball, making it feel like the two of you were the youngest of the group, even though he was just as old as the rest of them.

But Matt? You two just seemed to have a deep seated, mutual hatred for one another, this distaste for each other. Every time he bit, you bit back, snarky remarks, backhanded comments, sometimes just downright insults, but that was only reserved for when Nate wasn't around, or else Matt would be a dead man.

You'd been laying in bed after a long day of tagging along with Nate and his friends around town, getting to be in one of their videos since it was a pretty packed day and served for some worthy content. Of course, the day didn't go without your regular banter with Matt, definitely causing some footage to be ruined with how mean you two were being.

Your thumb scrolled through your feed, passing by pictures and reels, random posts and content, when suddenly you'd gotten a notification... from Matt, of all people. You furrowed your eyebrows, letting the dropdown message linger for just a moment before it shot back up as if it was never there.

You should've just left it, it was Matt, what the hell would it matter what he sent you. It was probably something stupid just to get on your nerves, or some idiotic message that was certain to just piss you off. But the fact that it was an attachment rather than a text had your mind filling with curiosity that you couldn't help but follow.

Pulling your notifications back down, you let out a soft breath before clicking on his message, preparing yourself from something stupid... but nothing could've prepared you for what came up on your screen. Your eyes widened at the sight that came up, a chill of surprise rushing up your spine, and you nearly shot up from your bed at what you were seeing right now.

A heated blush crept up your neck, dusting your cheeks and the tips of your ears, as you stared at your phone like a deer caught in headlights. Matt's dick was on your screen. A full blown, set up and everything, dick pic right in your messages— no, actually, not just a dick pic, that was a whole ass video.

What was he doing? Did he mean to send it to you? Was that actually his? Was he playing some fucked up prank on you? Why the hell did you even have his number saved?

Your mind filled with question after question, thoughts racing through your head, but, for some god damn reason, you couldn't pull your eyes away from it. You studied the way his hand wrapped around the base, the way it curved just slightly upward, the was it faded into a deep pink that ended in a leaking tip, pre-cum glistening just in the picture of the video alone.

Your thumb hovered over the play button, slightly shaking a bit as you hesitated. No, you shouldn't watch this. It clearly wasn't meant for you, it's an invasion of his privacy if you do, even if you hated his guts... but no one would know. You're all alone in your bedroom, no one else to see nor hear anything.

Just you and your phone that held a life altering video simply at the press of a button.

One, two, three more seconds passed by before the pad of your thumb made contact with your screen, audio starting to play through your phone speaker as the video stayed on the back camera.

From the flash on his phone, you could see the lower half of his body, his shirt slightly ridden up on his midriff and his sweats tugged down over his hips, as he lay in his bed, bathed in a blue hue from his LED lights.

"Fuck, baby.. got me all hard n' shit.." Matt's hushed voice rang through the speaker, washing over you in a way it never had before, despite your many years of equating his voice to the noise of nails against a chalkboard.

Free hand wrapped around his thick cock, you watched as he gave it a few slow tugs, his groans floating through the speaker and making your body shiver with desire, thighs pressing together under the comfort of your blanket.

"Wish you were here, sucking this dick.." He spoke once more, his hand slowly stroking up to the head of his cock before he let out a low hiss, his thumb teasing his leaking tip, drawing slow circles, before stroking back down to the base. "Just imagining your pretty lips wrapped around me's got me all messy.."

Even though you knew, deep down, this wasn't meant for you, a total mistake on his part for sending it.. you let yourself believe he was talking about you, to you.

As he pumped his cock with a steady pace, you let yourself believe he was imagining you, your pretty eyes looking up at him so innocently as you'd take his thick shaft in your mouth, letting your pink, glossy lips wrap around it and swallow as much as you could—

Fuck— no way you were thinking like this, imagine this shit with Matt, out of all people— but as you felt that aching burn between your thighs, that feeling that started sparks anytime you pressed your thighs together, all dignity was thrown out the god damn window.

You held your phone right at your chest level in your left hand, eyes trained on the video as your free hand slowly, almost tentatively, traveled down, gripping and tossing your blanket off to reveal your lower half, clad in only your panties to pair with your baggy nighttime shirt. You mentally cursed at yourself as you let your hand slide underneath your panties, but as your fingers glided through your slick folds, you couldn't give a fuck less what you were doing.

"Shit, baby– just thinkin' about that sweet pussy's gonna make me cum," Matt groaned through the speaker, making you bite your lip as you sunk two fingers into your soaked cunt, slowly pumping them in time with Matt's strokes in the video. This was so fucking stupid... but it felt so good.

A soft moan slipped from your lips in time with a muffled noise on his end, fingers starting to pick up pace a bit as his strokes quickened a little. "Bet you're touching yourself right now, huh baby?" Matt teased from the video, making your cheeks heat up once more in embarrassment. Even though this was a video, it still felt as if he was really talking to you, as if he knew you yourself had your fingers moving inside you, imagining it was him instead.

Fuck, that tore a needy moan from your lips, thinking about him above you, pinning you to your bed and letting his fingers control your pleasure, or better yet, feeling him stuff that thick cock in your pussy. Fucking hell– your past self from just a mere couple of hours ago would be utterly disgusted with you, but you couldn't care less right now.

"That fuckin' pussy would be grippin' me so tight right now, shit–" He groaned as you watched him squeeze his cock on each upstroke, making your cunt clench around your fingers in shared time.

Though, for some reason, a petty, jealous voice rang in the back of your head, reminding you that this was meant for someone else, a different girl who got to see Matt like this, in all his non-shitty glory. It twisted your stomach, yet added to the pleasure as you pumped your fingers faster.

He could do so much better with you, no matter who the girl was. You knew how to push his buttons, how to piss him off and make him fight the urge constantly to fucking strangle you for it. Fuck– his hands around your throat, pressing just right–

"Mm– fuck baby, y' gonna make me cum," His breathy voice came through once more, mixing in with your thoughts and doubling the stimulations that had your body nearly trembling with pleasure.

"Fuck–" You muttered out, biting your lip as you felt that burning heat low in your tummy, your hips involuntarily rocking up against your palm to stimulate your clit, a whine falling from your parted lips as your eye fluttered whilst watching him fuck up into his fist.

"Fuckin' cum with me baby, c'mon.." He demanded with a breathy voice, his voice clearly coming through his clenched teeth now as you both were climbing to that glorious high.

"Matt– s-shit—" You panted, too lost in the pleasure to even realize his name had left your mouth. You tried so hard to keep your eyes on your phone, wanting to watch him come undone in time with you, your thighs starting to tremble as that pleasure built and built–

"Shiiit–" A pleasured moan poured from the speaker as you watched thick, white spurts of cum shoot from Matt's tip and drip down over his fingers, your eyes flying shut just second after, as you felt your own orgasm crash over you.

A gasp fell from your bitten lips, your body practically seizing as the pleasure washed over you in tidal waves, gushing around your fingers as you rutted against your palm, chasing that high. Your vision became white, your ear muffling noises, and your body trembling before you finally came back down, breathy pants leaving you as your chest heaved.

You hardly even registered what Matt said at the end before the video ended, your phone dimming as it slipped from your hand and onto your chest. Your eyes fluttered as you looked up at your starry ceiling, a soft purple glow covering your room from your lights.

You groaned softly as you finally, yet slowly, slid your fingers out of your cunt, the pleasure and desire that once resided in your stomach now turned and twisted into guilt, near regret, and mostly disbelief.

Holy shit. You just did that.

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A yawn rang from Nate's open mouth as he stretched, making his way into the kitchen where you were already, sitting at the counter with a bowl of cereal in front of you, slow bites taken as you swiped through your feed, just like you did every morning.

But a nagging voice filled your thoughts, making your body tense as you glanced up at your brother, watching him turn to open one of the cabinets in search of his own breakfast. What if he found out? Would he cut ties with Matt? Would he be mad at you?

He'd do practically anything to protect you, but you also knew his friendship with the triplets was like a brotherhood at this point. Either way, a bond would be demolished, and you didn't want either to happen.

"You good?" Nate's voice pulled you from your thoughts, making your eyes glance up to his finally after having zeroed in on a spot near the edge of the counter, your posture straightening up a bit

"Uh– Yeah, yeah just.. tired, I guess," You weren't exactly lying to him, you were still tired, but maybe the whole fact that you had stayed up, having a near existential crisis for 30 minutes over getting off to your brother's best friend, was the reasoning in that.

Thankfully, Nate didn't dig any further, either believing you and moving on, or too tired to try and pry, just giving a nod and a hum. Either way, you mentally thanked him tremendously. You brought your spoon back to your mouth, eating another bite of cereal before Nate spoke up once more.

"Hey, so," Your body tensed up, watching as his palms pressed against the counter, his body leaning against it as he looked at you. Could he tell? Did he know already? Fuck fuck fuck– "There's gonna be this huge party tonight, the guys invited me and everything, and I just wanted to see if you wanted to tag along?"

Part of you sighed deeply inside, nearly wanting to kick yourself from how your nerves were getting to you, it was fine, you were fine. The other part of you perked up, physically, your eyebrows raising at your older brother's offer. A party? Like, a genuine, drinks and music and all that shit, party?

Nate had only ever limited you with parties, which was fair, you were too young for them, and most of the time could've ended up with you getting lost in seconds. But you were 18 now, old enough to start having fun and being trusted not to end up leaving with some rando.

"Really?" You asked, mouth still full of cereal, making Nate chuckle before nodding, lifting himself up a bit.

"Yeah, really," He assured you, removing his hands from the counter and crossing his arms across his chest, raising an eyebrow at you in curiosity of what your answer would be. "So? Wanna go or what?"

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Saturday night, 10:00 pm, and Nate pulled up to the lively house with you in passenger, his hand shifting the car into park before taking out the keys.

Your eyes surveyed what you could see only from here, party lights making the house practically glow, nearly taking away from the fact this house was in a rich rich neighborhood, the view of a pool in the background peaking out from behind the house.

You nearly jumped as Nate touched your shoulder, his eyes a little concerned as you turned to look at him, a nervous smile on his lips. "You sure you're ok, jumpy?" He teased a little, making you smile back and loosen your tensed body just a bit.

"Yeah, yeah I'm good, just– adrenaline and nerves starting to pump in is all, first time jitters I guess," You admitted to your brother, watching as his concern and worry quickly shifted into pride and excitement for you, his hand rubbing your shoulder like he always did to help calm your nerves.

"You'll have fun, don't worry, shit's always scary the first time around," He comforted you, making your nerves wash away with ease before you nodded, smiling at him.

"Ok, I'm ready." He smiled bright and patted the steering wheel with enthusiasm at your confidence.

"Hell yeah, let's do this!" He cheered, making you giggle as the two of you stepped out of his car, the cool night breeze hitting your bare legs and arms in your black skirt and golden white, silk top, the fabric perfectly loose and ruffled across your chest.

Music poured from the open front door as you and Nate made your way up the path, Nate stepping into the party first with you right behind him. Your senses filled with the loud music and conversations all around you, the smell of alcohol, cigarettes, perfumes and colognes, all meshing together in an oddly satisfying way.

You hardly even realized Nate had instantly found his friends until he'd given you a quick heads-up of where he was going before he made his way away from you. The nerves sank back in as you looked around the bustling party, biting your glossy bottom lip, your fingers fidgeting with the bracelet you sported with your outfit.

Your feet finally let you move from your spot, snaking your way through people as you spotted what looked to be the kitchen, drinks and snacks displayed for the partygoers. You could really use some water right now.

You let out a sigh as you stepped into the kitchen, spotting the water and grabbing one, but as you went to open the bottle, your peace was shattered by a familiar voice.

"The fuck?" You turned your head to see him, in all his shitty fucking, annoying glory; Matt. You felt your stomach free fall as memories of last night flashed through your mind. Be cool, don't let him know.

Your brows began to furrow as he looked you up and down with a judging eyes, a few of his friends around him still conversing, before nodding towards you. "Who the hell let you come over?" He harshly asked, to which you rolled your eyes at.

"Nate. Who else, dipshit?" You retaliated, noticing the way his grip on his red solo cup tightened ever so slightly before he pushed himself off of the counter he previously leaned on.

You watched him walk up to you, your breath hitching just a bit as he got up in your face with dark, glaring eyes, causing you to step back just a bit before your back touched the edge of the counter. His frame practically towered over you, making you feel even smaller with how he cornered you.

"You can be a bitch all you want, doesn't make you any cooler." He hissed out, your close proximity to him making your heart traitorously beat faster, the way his black ransom tee hung off his frame just right and matched with his sweats, his chain dangling around his neck. Why'd he have to be so fucking close?

You watched as his eyes looked down at the water bottle in your hand, a scoff leaving his lips as he brought his eyes back to you. "Fuckin' pussy, can't even handle some alcohol," He mocked you, before straightening himself back up and bringing his solo cup to his lips. Fuck– did he get hotter?

"Go fuckin' play with your barbies or some shit, this is a big kids party, not a damn baby shower," He chuckled meanly before chugging down the rest of his drink and leaving you to go get a refill.

Your eyes, glaring as they followed him, fell down to your water bottle in hand, this gut feeling burning within you, causing a nagging voice to start up in your head. You were grown. You weren't just some fucking kid anymore, and you needed to show him that.

You tossed the water bottle back and nearly stomped your way through the party, on a mission to go find the one person you needed to talk to right now; Nate.

Snaking through dancing and conversing people, you finally found your brother within a group off to the side, his laugh distinctly giving off his location. You look in a deep breath before you tapped on his shoulder, watching as he turned around to face you, his eyebrow raising with a smile on his face, as if to ask "what's up?"

"Hey– uh, Nate?" You felt like such a little kid having to ask your older brother for something you weren't old enough to have yet, but you weren't backing down from this.

You glanced down at the red solo cup he had in his hand, one that he'd been nursing on for a while now since he wasn't too crazy for the alcohol here, before sighing to prep yourself. "Can I have, just like— one drink?"

You watched as his eyes widened ever so slightly and how he sucked in a breath through his teeth, his eyes glancing away as his free hand went to the back of his neck to rub it. "Shit– Sis, I don't know.." He muttered, but of course, instead of earning an understanding from you, he looked back only to see you trying to use your begging eyes on him.

101 of having an older brother who'd do anything for you: Make sure to perfect the puppy eyes.

"Please, Nate? I promise, just one drink is all, I just wanna try it." You asked him, watching his resolve falter before it finally crumbled, a sigh leaving his lips.

"Ok ok, fine. One drink," You nearly yelped with joy, wrapped your arms around him in a quick hug as you thanked him profusely, promising to keep your word before you dashed back to where the drinks were, hoping that Matt was still there so you could shove it in his face.

You fixed yourself and practically strutted to where the red solo cups and alcohol were. Noticing as Matt seemed to feel your presence once more, you felt his eyes glancing at you in a glare from the other side of the kitchen where he was previously, but you paid him no mind.

Grabbing a cup from the stacks and popping open a beer can, you poured the forbidden drink into the cup, watching it foam a bit before settling. You tossed the can in the nearby trash before looking over at Matt, catching his attention as you flipped him off whilst taking a drink from your cup.

The alcohol burned deliciously going down your throat, making you skin tingle with goosebumps at the taste and feeling of it, a shiver racking up your spine, but you hid it all as best you could before bringing the cup back down to look at Matt.

Watching as he glared at you before rolling his eyes and looking away, you smirked, feeling victorious for once tonight. Who was the baby now?

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Newsflash, the alcohol didn't help shit now.

You'd been dragged into a small group who was doing some party games, not even realizing one of them had snagged Matt too, leaving you all in a big circle now as people chatted and laughed, music still playing around the house.

The palms of your hands felt sweaty against your knees, your eyes glancing up to look at Matt who sat across from you in the circle, already noticing his eyes on you before he fixed you with a glare, one you retaliated back with flipping him off. The air lifted just a bit, good.

"Alright!" One of the girls chirped up, her tits nearly spilling from her tube top as she leaned over to place an empty beer bottle in the middle, making you glance down at your own chest in a glaring moment of jealously, before you shook that from your thoughts.

"We're going about this like spin the bottle. Whichever two people it lands on gotta leave and get into the bathroom for 7 minutes, since Robbie's too baby to let us use one of the closets," She teased the party host, his eyes rolling as he hugged one knee to his chest.

"Hey, I just don't want y'all's cum stains on my clothes," He explained, earning laughs from around the circle as he took a swig from his bottle. Fuck, ok, this was really happening. Stay cool, you're cool, it's all cool.

You watched as the girl's fingers grasped the bottle before giving it a spin, everybody around you beginning to lean forward in anticipation. Your heart sped up as it began to slow down, the neck of the bottle finally stoping to point directly at Matt.

Whilst everyone cheered and whooped for him, laughing and teasing him for who he might get, you couldn't help the feeling of your gut twisting, thoughts of another girl's hands on him making your nails start to dig into your knees, partially out of jealousy, and partially out of anger at yourself for feeling this way.

You hated his guts and he hated yours, so why did it matter so much about who he might fuck tonight?

Thoughts dissipated with a simple shake of your head, an all-for-show smile coming to your glossy lips as your eyes trained on the way his ring clad fingers wrapped around the bottle, just like they had his cock last night, before he gave it a clean spin, the anticipation even higher now as everyone waited to see who was gonna get lucky.

The bottle started to slow down, and as the neck of the bottle finally chose another helpless soul, your smile fell as you realized... it was pointing at you.

Your head quickly shot up to look at Matt, who looked at the bottle in shock before meeting your eyes, the tension in the air thickening as you felt your heart fly out of your fucking chest. The sounds of everyone collect "oo"-ing around you two were practically muffled in your ears before you watched Matt quickly reach for the bottle again.

"Yeah, no fucking way. I'm spinnin' again," He huffed out, but just as he was about to grasp the bottle, the tube top girl snatched it before he could get it, tsking at him as she wiggled the bottle from its neck.

"Nuh uh, rules are rules, Matt. No take backs, no redos, it's one shot only." You felt as her hand gently pressed against the small of your back, making you sit up straighter and look at her, a playful smile on her pretty lips as she urged you to get up. "Go have fun, baby."

Blush tinted your cheeks from her words as you got onto your feet, looking over at Matt as he glared up at you, then at the girl, before groaning and following suit, his hands digging into his pockets. "Fine. Let's get this shit over with." He muttered with nearly clenched teeth, your feet quickly bringing you to walk behind him, hearing as everyone cheered you two on.

Breathe, you've got this.

As the two of you walked into the bathroom, he closed the door, locking it — per the games rules — before leaning against it, his head turned away as he stared at the wall instead of you. Your nerves quickly turned into annoyance as you were brought back to your dynamic with him.

"Are you choosing to not have any fun or are you always this boring at parties?" You asked him in a slightly snarky tone, noticing the way his jaw twitched before his tongue pressed against his cheek.

"I'm not fuckin' you if that's what you're getting at," He firmly said, not even tearing his eyes away from the beige, bathroom wall. "Not even gonna touch you, so you can drop it."

You rolled your eyes and crossed your arms, your signature attitude that always came out with him finally coming back. "Not what I was getting at, dumbass." You huffed, before an idea popped into your head, a smirk slightly coming to your lips. "I know you'd fucking suck."

That definitely got his attention, his head turning to look at you as his brows furrowed. "The fuck you say?" He asked you, venom dripping from his tongue at the face of a challenge, to which you once smirked at, your eyes looking him up and down slowly before you squinted them just right.

"You fuckin' heard me."

In a moment, Matt pushed himself off of the door, music muffled on the other side of it as the two of you were stuck in his little world together. He nearly towered over you, fixing you with a dark, dangerous glare, before leaning into your face once more, but this time, you held your ground.

"I can make you such a fucking ruined mess, you'll be needing me to carry your sorry ass out of here, brat." He spat, low and threatening, but fuck, was it hot. Hearing him talk like this to you in a tone you were so used to, it made that ache come to life between your thighs.

"I bet you couldn't even make me cum, don't even know where everything is, huh?" You challenged back, the smirk on your glossy lips making his eyes glance down before looking back at you, his jaw clenching once more.

"You really wanna fuck around and find out, princess?" He asked degradingly, but the way the pet name fell from his lips had you practically soaking through your panties, memories of last night's video rolling through your head once more. And fuck, you weren't turning this opportunity down.

"Maybe I do, Matthew," A harsh huff left from his lips before, suddenly, you felt your eyes widen as his hands reach to grap your face, pulling you forward and capturing you in a sudden, harsh kiss. Here we fucking go.

The crash of your lips felt like the beginning of a war, of two tidal waves battling each other, each of you trying to fight from melting into it. Your hands grasp his shirt almost frantically, your lips moving against his in an angry, hurried manner, pent up feelings and long-lasting hatred dueling within you two and pouring into the kiss.

Huffs of breaths leave each of your lips between kisses, before you both dive right back in, trying to steal the dominance, but you both knew deep down who held it.

His hands cupped your face, keeping it tilted up and as he kissed you, your hair pressed against your cheeks by the force of his palms, before they slid down your collarbone and chest.

His hands gripped your waist and tugged you harshly against his body, before making you stumble back and hit against the edge of the sink counter, making you gasp into his mouth before tugging his bottom lip between your teeth.

Your hands found their way to the brunet curls at the back of his head, tangling your fingers within his hair as your nails scraped against his scalp, earning a groan from him into the kiss.

He tasted like everything you shouldn't have, everything you couldn't have, all dark and forbidding, addictive and dangerous, the taste mixing with the last shreds of your innocence deliciously.

"You're such a fuckin' brat," He practically growled against your lips, his knee lifting up to press between your thighs, a gasp falling from your lips at the pressure and friction as your hips involuntarily bucked against his thigh, making him chuckle darkly. "Damn slut."

"I fucking hate you." You breathed out against his lips before you felt them leave yours, your head instead falling back as he trailed his lips down your jawline and your neck, biting at your soft skin and earning small noises from you, which you failed to hide miserably.

As one hand stay gripping tight on your hip, his other slid down underneath your skirt, swiping just the fabric of your soaked panties and groaning at how wet you were. "Didn't know you'd be such a needy slut," He cooed against your throat, his degrading words sending pure shivers down your spine.

You ground yourself against his hand, as if begging for him to slide them under your panties and slip them into your needy cunt. But suddenly, his hand left the area between your thighs, and before you could protest and whine, his hand gripped your waist and spun you around, a gasp leaving your lips at the sight of you two in the bathroom mirror.

Teeth bit at your bottom lip once more as you felt Matt grind against your ass, letting you feel the bulge in his pants, a groan falling from his lips as he pressed his forehead against your shoulder.

"Fuck, baby.." He muttered under his breath before his hand came up, moving your hair to the other side of your neck, giving himself access to the back of your neck.

You let your eyes flutter shut as he kissed your skin, nipping and sucking to leave his marks, a soft moan leaving your lips at the warm moment, soaking it in as he ground against your ass once more before growling against your neck.

Suddenly, a yelp left your lips as your upper half got pushed down against the counter, his thumbs pressing into the small of your back as he gave a few more grinds against you.

"Need to fuck this needy little pussy, bet she's just dying to be filled." He chuckled low, his hands lifting up your skirt to reveal your panty clad ass, before his fingers hooked into the sides of your panties and pulled them down your creamy thighs.

The sight of your drooling, puffy little pussy had Matt's mind nearly spinning as he groaned, his index and middle fingers dragging through your folds with ease, pulling a needy whine from your lips.

"So fuckin' wet for me, such a slut." He cooed from behind you, groaning low as he licked his fingers clean of your juices before he brought his hands to the waistband of his sweats, tugging it down along with his boxers to free his thick, hard, leaking cock.

"You're just thinking 'bout this dick, aren't you?" He tapped his cock against your ass a few times before teasing your folds with his tip, your juices and his pre-cum mixing together deliciously.

He pressed his tip to your entrance, but then he paused, making you whine for more before feeling his hand slap your ass, a yelp leaving your lips.

"Beg for it, bitch." He snarled, squeezing your plush ass as it filled his hands perfectly. Fucking hell, your dignity is on the other side of the fucking world now.

"Please, Matt.." You begged him, before another yelp was ripped from your lips as he smacked your ass once more, the sound echoing against the walls.

"You can do better than that, baby.." He cooed low as he soothed over where he smacked your ass, your soft skin turning a pretty shade of pink already. "Beg for it like the little slut you are."

"Please, Matt– I want your cock, want you to fuck me—" You begged once more, whining as you looked at him through the mirror, realizing that he was finally seeing you in a light he never did before, your brattiness reduced to begging for his dick. "Please."

He held eye contact with you for a moment through the mirror before finally smirking, chuckling low and sliding his hands up to grasp your waist. "That's more like it. Now, you're gonna take this dick like the fucking bratty little whore you are, got it?"

You nodded your head obediently, loving the way he seemed to feed off of it, even if it inflated his ego. You watched as he looked down at your pussy, the tip of his cock slowly pushing into your needy cunt, before he suddenly thrusted forward hard, your eyes doing wide as you felt his dick deep inside you.

"Fuck- wait! Matt!" You yelped out a gasp, his thick cock stretching out your virgin walls far too quickly for you to be ready for it.

"What?" He spat out from behind you, before he noticed the way your thighs already trembled, your breathing becoming harsh, and your face burying into the fold of your arm whilst your free hand gripped the edge of the counter so hard, your knuckles turned the same shade of white as the marble.

A smirk came to his lips as everything clicked into place, a dark chuckle leaving his lips as he leaned down to whisper into your ear.

"This your first time gettin' dick, ain't it, baby?" You couldn't help but whimper as you nodded pathetically, hearing a groan fall from his lips at that information before he stood back up.

You braced for him to thrust back into you like that again, but all you felt was his hips giving slow thrusts, his cock pumping in and out of your cunt nice and steady.

"Oh– fuuck—" You moaned, your gummy walls feeling each ridge and pulse of his dick deep within you, pretty little noises falling from you parted lips as he fucked you nice and slow.

"Knew you'd want this after that video, such a dirty little whore." He teased you, making you gasp in shock as he finally brought it up, your head turning to look back at him with your glossy, kiss-swollen lips parted.

"Bu–but I thought you sent it by– fuck– by accident?" You asked him in between moans and trying to hold yourself together as his cock pumped in and out of your sopping cunt deliciously.

A laugh came from him before he spoke. "You think I'm that fucking stupid? Of course not," He gave a harsh thrust into you, as if to test the waters, before smirking as he earned a whiny moan from you.

"Thought it'd be funny seeing you all strung up and nervous around me, knowing that you got off to the one guy you fucking despise," He chuckled, his hips moving in a steady pace.

Of course he fucking knew what he'd done to you, the asshole, and yet, you couldn't find the strength to snap at him for it. All you could do right now was take the dick you'd been begging for just last night.

You felt as he pulled his cock out till it was nearly at the tip, a whine leaving your lips as he teased you, before slamming back in, a choked gasp leaving you as pleasure burned deep throughout your entire body.

The sound of skin slapping skin echoed throughout the bathroom, mixing with your gorgeous, fucked out moans, his hips picking up speed as he fucked you good, so fucking good.

Your head felt light, your mind felt fuzzy, drool was practically begging to spill from the corner of your lips. Your toes curled, your fingers dug into anything you could grab onto, your entire world felt new and yet a mess at the same time, your words turning to nothing but babbles.

"Tell me who's fuckin' you this good." He growled into your ear, his hips snapping against your ass relentlessly, fingers digging into your hips. Holy. Fuck. Nothing in this world could've been better than this, absolutely fucking nothing. The way he fucked into you, his thick cock stretching you in a way you'd never felt before, the way he made you a fucking mess, just like he promised.

"Y..You– mm—" You whined in a slurred voice, so drunk on his cock that you could hardly form a sentence. You'd let him fuck you dumb over and over again if this is what it felt like every time.

"Can't fuckin' hear you, slut," He spat, and suddenly, you felt his hand wrap around your neck from behind, a gasp leaving you lips as he lifted your head up, meeting you with the glorious view of you completely fucked out.

His face came up right next yours in the mirror, his eyes dark and full of pure lust. "Tell me. Who's fuckin' you. This. Good." He punctuated his words with a hard, deep thrust, watching as your eyes rolled back into your head from the pleasure.

"Y–you, Matt— You!" You choked out, that feeling deep in your tummy starting to flicker to life and burn as Matt pressed a kiss against your cheek before he spoke against your skin.

"What do you think Nate would think? Knowing you're acting like such a cock-drunk whore for me right now?"

You whined, thinking about how bad things could get if Nate ever found out about you two, even if this was just a one time thing. But as Matt hit that perfect spot within your velvety walls, you couldn't give two shits on the matter right now.

"Fuck–! R–right there—" You gasped out, needing to feel him at least hit that spot one more time, the pleasure making your toes practically curl from how good it felt.

"What? Here?" He teased, hitting the spot perfectly on his next thrust, earning a loud, whiny moan from you.

"Yes! Yes yes–" You babbled, gasping as he kept his thrusts right there, practically pounding into that same spot over and over and over again, your eyes rolling back as you felt his fingers squeeze around your throat.

"D–don't— mm— I–I'm gonna— oh fuuuck—" Tears came to your eyes from the otherworldly pleasure, your mouth hanging open as you looked at Matt through the mirror, his figure nearly towering over you from behind as he fucked you so good.

"Gonna cum, baby?" He started to pant, his hand on your hip gripping tight as he kept his thrusts consistent. "Fucking cum on this cock, c'mon, be a good little slut and cum all over this dick." He groaned out.

Your fingers gripped the edges of the counter hard, your legs nearly gave out, and that feeling built up within you, getting bigger and bigger and bigger until—

You gasped out a loud moan, nails clawing at the marble counter as you finally felt that knot snap within you, your orgasm washing over you in a powerful storm, bigger than you've ever felt before, better than you've ever experienced. It was like your world went white, completely washed from what once was, and replace only with this euphoric, heavenly feeling.

You finally came to your senses as you felt Matt's hips stutter as he too hit his peak, feeling warm, thick spurts of cum fill your cunt, painting your gummy walls white as he fucked his seed into you, thrusting a few more times before he finally stopped, his head falling to you shoulder.

"Holy... fuck..." You panted breathlessly as Matt nodded against your shoulder in silent agreement, a soft, weak chuckle leaving your lips.

Heavy breathing filled the bathroom for a few moments, Matt's hand leaving your neck and joining his other at your hips as they began slowly rubbing up and down your sides in a soothing manner. You never wanted to leave this moment.

But soon enough, Matt had to pull out of you, a soft mewl leaving your lips as his cock left you feeling empty, though being replaced by the feeling of his cum started to slowly drip from your cunt, a groan leaving his lips at the sight.

"Fuck, that's hot," He smirked, a playful feeling coming over you as you wiggled your hips a bit for him as his cum dripped down your inner thighs.

Suddenly, though, you felt his fingers scoop up as much as he could before pushing it back into your cunt, a gasped whimper leaving your lips as you turned your head to fix him with a glare, only to be met with a chuckle at how non-threatening you looked after being throughly fucked.

"Gotta keep you filled. Can't let you go without remembering how wrong you were, now can I?" He teased you, loving the way you rolled your eyes at him, smiling whilst trying to keep up a glare.

"Asshole." You muttered, but something pulled at your heart with the way he looked at you, still dark but.. warmer now.

"Brat." He murmured back almost affectionately, before pressing his lips to yours in a low, deep, passionate kiss, his lips moving slowly against yours in a hypnotic manner.

God, you could get used to this.

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dividers → @cafekitsune and me

OH MY GODDDDDD IM LITERALLY SCREAMING AND RIPPING MY HAIR OUTTTTT😻😻😻😻😻

The most accurate post I've ever seen.

average middle aged man’s dating profile:

shy!reader wants to finish reading her book, but fratboy!chris is high and greedy.

you're trying to ignore chris to read one of your books that you've been eager to finish—wanting to know what happens to your favourite characters, that you've grown so attached to, at the end.

but truthfully, he's making it impossible.

he's faded and sluggish, dragging himself across his bed in just his boxers, his cock straining hard against the material as his hands move across your legs lazily, using little strength to pry them open and get a glimpse of your panties beneath your oversized shirt.

"stop it," you whine petulantly, your bottom lip jutting out into a pout as you feel his fingers squeeze your calf, the cold metal of his rings making you twitch. "i wanna finish my book! they're supposed to be—"

chris grumbles disinterestedly in response, his way of telling you to be quiet as he pushes himself to lay between you parted legs, his head knocking against your knee with a sharp huff.

you open your mouth to say something—to actually use a little bit of attitude and annoyance because he's disrupting you from your personal time—but the words falter on the tip of your tongue and a choked noise gets caught in the back of your throat as you feel him mouth at you over your panties, warm and wet.

"go 'head, bun," he drawls, hazy eyes flitting up from between your thighs to meet your gaze as his fingers curl around the lacy material, pulling your panties to the side to reveal your puffy folds. "finish your book 'n leave me alone."

you don't have time to even think about what you could possibly say back when his mouth returns on your bare skin, his tongue lazily stroking up and down your slit, causing your fingers to tighten around your book and your hips to jerk.

you force yourself to focus on your book, determined to not let him distract you completely as you flip the page to the next chapter, only for you to let out a muffled whine behind closed lips as chris' tongue up toward your clit, flicking the wet muscle over it once before sucking.

embarrassingly, you can feel yourself grower wetter by the second, your body responding to his touches, but even as the pleasure begins to slowly take over, you make an effort to keep reading—despite your gaze darting back and forth between the pages and chris' face buried between your thighs.

you shake your head, bringing your attention back to the book, trying to remember where you stopped, but you're losing track of the story. the words are blurring together now, making it a little harder for you to read, yet, you persist—not wanting to give in to what's consuming you.

that's until you notice it—chris' hips moving in slow, lazy, rhythmic ruts against the bed, his cock leaking through the fabric of his boxers and onto the bedsheets as he groans, the sound vibrating against your pussy.

chris' tongue continues to move in time with his hips, swirling and probing, each lap and suck sending jolts of pleasure through your body. as your breathing grows more heavier, and you struggle to contain your moans, the grip you have on the book loosens, dropping out on your hand and landing with a thump.

you completely surrender, your fingers twisting in the sheets as you let out a broken whimper, and your legs curl around his head, accidentally locking him in place. the sounds of chris' mouth lapping on your pussy, mingling with your high-pitched whines and his grunting, fills the room—it's filthy.

you're lost in the overwhelming haze of arousal, your mind completely blanking out as you sink into the pillows, and your body buzzes as it twitches and jerks. and with a final flick of his tongue, you're shoved over the edge, a cry tumbling from your lips as your inner walls clench around nothing, spilling over his awaiting tongue instead.

divider credits. @issysh3ll

© STURNIOZ

felt the exact same way😣

I almost passed out when i saw this outfit

chris fucking you rough

the bed creaks with every rough thrust of chris’s hips slamming into yours.

his hands grip your hips as you moan pathetically into the pillow, his grunts accompanying your noises. he leans over, his chest pressing against your back. his pace doesn’t slow as he whispers shakily into your ear. “feels—feels good huh?”

all you can do is nod briefly, your eyes squeezed shut as your jaw falls slack.

his pace slows, and he snakes one of his hands to grab your jaw, tilting your head back slightly to look at him. you look up at him a bit dazed. “wha—why’d you stop?” “need y’to tell me how it feels.” he says, his eyes boring into yours.

“chris—cmon—“ you begin to mumble out, your eyebrows knitting together before you interrupt yourself. “it feels good, really good.”

as soon as you say that he smirks, his hand dropping your face back to the bed. his pace picks up, rougher and faster than before.

your eyes squeeze shut as the tip of his dick repeatedly hits the spot that makes you see stars. he leans back up, both of his hands on your hips again.

“y’feel so—fuckk—so good,” chris groans, his eyelids fluttering when he feels your walls clench around him.

the noises are lewd—his hips slapping against yours with reckless abandon. tears of pleasure fall from your eyes. “shh, shh, s’alright,” chris hushes you weakly, clearly struggling himself. he’s panting lightly, each breath coming out more as a moan.

“chris—mm fuck i’m close—“ you stammer out, barley able to form a sentence.

“i—i know baby, fu-fuck, cmon,” chris almost whimpers out before reaching a hand down to rub tight circles on your clit, pushing you over the edge. you practically wail out at the extra stimulation and your legs shake uncontrollably as you cum around his dick.

chris groans at the sight, his pace never faltering. he can’t hold back anymore; his hips still and his dick buried deep inside you, releasing warm ropes of hot cum in your pussy.

a/n: this is ass so sorry

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be my friend please

i’m begging

omfg. Ofcourseee💗🫶🫶 (literally screaming rn)

suddenly.. I'm horny.

roughdom!stepbro!chris x brattysub!stepsis!reader

🖤 content warning: 🖤 smut, heavy step sibling kink, a wink to CNC kink (chris makes a comment about overpowering reader, but she likes it), elements of BDSM (restraints/ropeplay), nipple play, brutal face fucking, gagging, choking, spitting, spanking, degradation/praise, unprotected sex, almost getting caught

🖤 summary: 🖤 all your stepbrother, chris, wants for his birthday is to tie you up and have his way with you, but his anger gets the better of him when he finds out you made other plans.

hiiii it's @ariestrxsh and this is my second account ! IF YOU'RE NOT INTO STEPCEST OR THE THOUGHT OF BEING OVERPOWERED, DO NOT READ FURTHER. if you're god, my mom, or chris sturniolo, do not read any further.

dividers by @/strangergraphics

holdyourbreath

chapters: | 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 |

"C'mon, it's my birthday. Let me tie you up or somethin'," Chris rasped, grabbing your jaw and forcing you to make eye contact as the two of you stood in his bedroom. His stare was filled with lust, and a dark smile crept into his expression as he bit down on his lip, knowing you couldn't resist him.

"Chris, I made plans tonight," you whined, rolling your eyes at his request and crossing your arms over your chest. "You what?" His tone was sharp and unforgiving as he dropped his hand from your chin. His glare bore into you, imagining all the ways he was going to make you pay.

"I can't reschedule, Chris.." Your voice trailed off, avoiding contact with him. "You made plans on my birthday, and they weren't with me?" He hissed. "I didn't think about it," you shrugged. He'd never admit it directly, but he was genuinely hurt that it was nearing the end of the day, and you hadn't given him a gift or made any plans with him.

"C'mon, princess. It's the least you could do since ya didn't get me nothin'." He brushed his thumb against your full bottom lip, his tone growing softer into more of a pout. He knew how he was going to get you to fold.

Despite the tightness he felt in his jaw and how pathetic he knew it'd make him look, he switched gears. "C'mon. Cancel your other plans. I'm beggin'." His word choice piqued your interest. "You call this begging, huh?" You sneered back, challenging him.

"Please.." The words he spoke hung in the air between the two of you. There was a desperation and a softness in his voice you'd never heard before. You raised an eyebrow at him, taken aback. "You know I don't beg. Ever. But I need this," he pleaded with you, taking a step closer to you.

"Please, please, please. Be a good girl and let me tie you up," Chris cooed, looking into your eyes, his words laced with need.

You couldn't deny how much you were enjoying this - your stepbrother being all needy, finally dropping his dominant facade for once. "What would you do for it, hmm?" You asked, pressing your body against his, teasing him.

"Anything," he replied, his hungry eyes searching your facial expression for any kind of mercy. "God, you're so desperate," you scoffed at him, your tongue sharp like a weapon.

This comment flipped a switch in him.

The longing in his expression quickly transformed to anger, and you watched the muscles in his jaw tighten. "I fuckin' said cancel 'em. I swear to God, you little bitch, if you made plans with another man.." Chris snarled, shooting daggers at you with his blue eyes.

"Then what?" You interrupted him with a smirk, testing him while you reveled in his jealousy. "You know, technically, I don't have to ask," Chris leaned in, whispering into your ear, his hot breath hitting your neck as he roughly wrapped his fingers around your throat.

His words sent shivers down your spine and a throbbing to your clit. You swallowed hard, intimidated but also incredibly turned on. His threats were empty, of course, but he knew how much it excited you to think about being overpowered by him.

"Don't make me ask again," he growled. No matter how hard you tried, you couldn't resist him. Your demeanor softened as your body melted into his, the dynamic between the two of you immediately shifting.

"That's what you want for your birthday? You wanna tie my wrists and ankles to the bed? Have your way with me?" You asked in a taunting tone, eyeing him up and down. He loosened his grip in your throat.

"No, not quite," he said, suddenly grabbing you by the neckline of your tanktop and ripping it from your body. You gasped as the sound of tearing fabric filled the space between you, exposing the top half of your frame to him.

"Asshole! I liked that top," you remarked, narrowing your gaze at him as your tattered clothes fell to your feet. "Well, too bad. I like these more," he hissed. He wasted no time before he leaned down and took your right breast into his mouth, flickering his tongue over your hardening nipple before biting down on it, eliciting a squeal from you.

He quickly moved to the left one, roughly grabbing a handful and sucking hard on your sensitive peak. You threw your head back, giving into his touch. He created an intense suction with his mouth and pulled off of you with a pop.

"Turn around," he commanded with a smirk, roughly slapping your left breast and making you softly whine in pleasure. "Make me," you snarked back, your lips curling into a devious smile, knowing it would drive him crazy. He forcefully grabbed your arm and spun you around.

He reached into his dresser drawer beside him as if he'd been planning this all along and pulled out some red nylon rope. You peered back at him over your shoulder, catching a glimpse of his darkening eyes and his slightly clenched jaw.

"Keep being a fuckin' brat and see where it lands ya," he hissed as he roughly grabbed both of your arms, pinning them behind your back and tying them together before he spun you back around. "Get on your knees."

You reluctantly obeyed, slowly descending to one knee and then the other. "Fuck. Your makeup's all done, too. Can't wait to fuckin' ruin it," Chris chuckled, admiring you. One hand flew to his jeans, expertly unfastening his belt while his other roughly held the back of your head. He unbuttoned his pants and slowly pulled down his zipper.

In one swift motion, he pulled out his throbbing cock. "Suck it, slut," he demanded with a sharp edge in his voice, slapping it against your face and smearing a bit of precum on your cheek.

"Take it like a good girl," he hummed, guiding his glistening tip towards your mouth and slipping it between your luscious lips. He let out a satisfied groan, his eyes rolling back into his head as he jerked his hips forward. "Fuck."

You felt every vein glide over your tongue as his tip slammed into the back of your throat, eliciting a faint choking sound from you. A smirk played in the corner of his lip as he peered down at your watering eyes. He slowly pulled back, relishing in the sensation of your lips sliding over his length.

Without warning, he thrusted his cock forward again, obstructing your airway. He set a brutal pace, rocking his hips back and forth and watching you take it with your hands tied behind your back. "You love this shit, don't ya?" He cooed, tightening his grip on your hair. "You thought ya could just ditch me on my fuckin' birthday and get away with it?"

Through your tears, you glanced up at him and made an unintelligible sound. He could only assume it was an apology. "That's my good girl.. I'll forgive you just this once," he groaned, keeping you in place as he fucked your throat with growing intensity. He pushed it in a little deeper, holding himself there while you gagged around his thick shaft.

He pulled out of your mouth with a satisfied gasp, admiring the string of saliva that connected the head of his dick to your lips. He slapped his tip against your tongue, the salty flavor of his precum lingering on your tastebuds.

He pushed it back in, fucking your face at a relentless pace, drool spilling down your chin and out of the corners of your mouth with every merciless thrust. The sounds of your gagging grew louder, and your mascara-stained tears streamed down your cheeks as Chris used you for his pleasure alone.

His cock started to throb between your lips, his facial expression saturated with lust, desire, and anger that you would dare do anything on Chris' birthday other than he wanted to do. He couldn't shake the mix of betrayal and hurt he felt that maybe you didn't care about him as much as he did you. He'd never make plans on your birthday.

Several insults unfurled from his lips as he peered down at you indignantly, both hands still tangled in your hair. "Fuckin' slut. Good thing you're good at taking cock, because it's all you're fuckin' good for." The fact that every thrust he delivered was fueled by his jealousy for your time and attention turned you on even more.

"This mouth is all mine," he growled through gritted teeth. "It was made for me."

You nodded in approval, clenching around nothing while he did what he wanted with you. You tugged at the restraints, becoming even more wet by how completely helpless you were. There was nothing you could do to stop his relentless assault on your throat, and there was nothing you wanted to do to stop it.

He could read you like a book.

"I bet you're all nice and wet for me, aren't you?" He cooed, pulling you off his cock and tugging you to your feet by a fistful of your hair, exercising some self-restraint before busting all over your tongue.

"You know, you're the greatest gift I could ever ask for," Chris purred, gazing into your teary eyes and studying your fucked out facial features. He spat in your face before he spun you around again, shoving you roughly down onto his bed.

He pulled down your shorts and your underwear in one swift movement. He positioned you so that you were kneeling on the bed with your ass in the air and your head buried in the pillow. He gripped the red rope connecting your wrists to anchor himself while he wrapped his fingers around his thick shaft, directing it toward your drooling cunt.

He pressed the tip against your wet folds, holding it there for just a moment, circling your hole and teasing you before he shoved it in without warning. His brutal entry earned a satisfied moan from each of you, and he immediately bucked his hips forward, drilling into you at a ruthless pace, your moans stiffled slightly by the bedding.

He wanted to ruin you.

You loved the way he filled you, getting all your hard to reach places with ease as he fucked you into the mattress. Profanities spilled from his lips complimented by the sound of his hips smacking against your ass. Every thrust was harder than the last, jerking your body forward as he slammed into you with all his strength. His headboard thumped against the wall with every jolting motion.

Chris raised his arm and his hand came down harshly with a loud smack! You jumped, susprised by the action. The second slap was harder and even more shocking, leaving a bright red print on your bottom.

Suddenly, the sound of two car doors shutting outside broke the two of you out of your hedonistic pleasure. Your parents were home. Your eyes widened, and Chris tugged you up by your wrists, pulling your hips back into his. He aggressively cupped his hand over your mouth.

"Sh, sh, sh. Don't make a fuckin' sound," he rapsed into your ear, starting to fuck you again. You swallowed hard, trying to keep your moans to a minimum as you started to throb around him. "That's it. You don't want your daddy to hear you cum all over my cock now, do you?" He cooed softly, hitting your gspot with every thrust.

Your whole body started to twitch beneath him as you arched. Your eyes rolled back into your head, and your arousal gushed down Chris' length as the front door opened. He let out a final breathy moan as he drove his cock as deep into you as it could possibly go, holding it there while he finished.

You could feel his dick pulsing inside of you as he filled you up, and you went completely limp under him for a few seconds. You did your best to gather your thoughts and pull yourself together.

As much as you wanted to melt into the bed while you recovered from your intense orgasm, you knew it was only a matter of minutes before one or both of your parents called the two of you downstairs to help carry in groceries. Chris slid out of you, the mixture of both of your fluids spilling out of you as he did.

Chris pulled you to your feet, grabbing a pocket knife out of his back pocket and cutting the rope from your wrists. He spun you around one last time, picking up your torn tank top from his bedroom floor and shoving it into your weak arms.

"C'mon, princess. Go take a shower and clean yourself up before daddy finds out what a fuckin' slut his little girl is," Chris said in a low voice through his breathlessness as he looked you in the eyes, softly stroking your cheek.

"And if you ever try to make other plans on my birthday again, I won't be so nice next time." You nodded, your eyes wide in fear and your heart beating erratically in your chest as adrenaline coursed through you. You ran out of his bedroom and immediately darted towards the bathroom to wash away the evidence of what you and your stepbrother had just done.

Chris chuckled to himself, tucking his spent cock back into his jeans as he tried to catch his breath. "That'll teach her," he whispered to himself, replaying the last half hour in his mind.