But Step family shouldn't know how you taste like

Lily P O V

I'd been hearing it for months-ever since I turned eighteen.

Every night, when the house went quiet and Mom was either asleep or out with my stepfather, I'd catch the low, rough groans coming from Ethan's room.

My stepbrother.

He'd moan my name like a prayer and a curse all at once. "Fuck... Lily..."

At first I thought he was possessed or having nightmares. Then I realized what it really was.

He was jerking off to my name.

The thought should have disgusted me.

Instead, it made my panties stick to my skin and my clit throb so hard I had to bite my pillow to stay silent.

Some nights the sounds were soft, almost desperate, like he was trying to hold himself back.

Other nights they were raw and unrestrained, the bedframe creaking just loud enough that I could picture him sprawled across the sheets, fist working hard, head tipped back against the pillow.

I started timing it without meaning to. Ten minutes after the house settled. Sometimes longer if Mom stayed up watching TV downstairs. I'd lie there in the dark, thighs pressed together, listening, hating how wet I got from something so wrong.

*

Well...

Today Mom needed a ride to the office for an early meeting, and Ethan volunteered to drive her....

The second the front door clicked shut behind them, I slipped out of my room like a thief. The hallway felt longer than usual. Every soft creak of the floorboards under my bare feet sounded deafening. I kept glancing toward the stairs, half-expecting the door to open again and catch me mid-step.

My heart hammered against my ribs as I pushed open the door to his bedroom. It smelled like him-woodsy cologne, clean sweat, and something darker that made my mouth water.

The bed was unmade, sheets twisted like he'd slept restless.

A half-empty water bottle sat on the nightstand beside a phone charger. His black hoodie was draped over the desk chair. Everything about the space felt intimate in a way that made my skin prickle.

*

I went straight for the desk drawer.

I've seen him hide things there before-once when he thought no one was watching, sliding something small and black into the back.

My fingers shook as I pulled it open. Notebooks, chargers, a couple of spare cables... and a sleek black flash drive tucked at the back beneath a folded receipt.

I snatched it, my pulse was racing.

I should have left.

Instead, curiosity and the constant ache between my legs won.

I plugged it into his laptop, praying it wasn't password-protected.

And it wasn't.

The screen lit up with the familiar desktop background-some dark mountain landscape he'd had for years. The folder opened almost immediately once the drive mounted.

Then my stomach flipped when I saw the amount of sick videos he had in it...

*Stepsis Takes Stepbrother's Cock. Forbidden Creampie. Stepsister Begs for More. Accidental Creampie with Sis. Sharing a Bed with Stepsister.*

Dozens of videos. Titles stacked one after another in neat rows, some with thumbnails that made my breath catch. Girls with long dark hair. Soft mouths. Bodies that looked too familiar for comfort.

All of them featuring girls who looked suspiciously like me-same long dark hair, same curvy hips, same innocent face getting ruined.

I clicked one.

The girl was on her knees, moaning exactly like I sounded in my own fantasies. The camera angle was close enough to catch the way her lips stretched, the wet sounds, the way her eyes fluttered. The guy behind her was pounding deep, growling, "Take it, little sis..." His hand was in her hair, holding her steady while he drove into her. She gasped his name between broken sounds that made my stomach tighten.

Heat flooded my core.

My pussy clenched so hard I whimpered. I was soaked. The fabric of my shorts clung uncomfortably between my legs. I shifted my weight, thighs pressing together, but it only made the ache worse.

Without thinking, I shoved my hand down my shorts, my fingers sliding through my slick folds.

I was dripping.

I circled my swollen clit, biting my lip as the girl on screen took every inch. The wet sounds from the laptop mixed with the quieter, wetter sounds of my own fingers. My breath came shorter. I braced one hand on the edge of the desk so I wouldn't sway. My knees felt unsteady.

"Oh god..." I whispered, my legs trembling.

*

My fingers moved faster. I slipped two inside just to feel the stretch, then dragged them back up to my clit, rubbing in tight, desperate circles. The pressure built too quickly. I was already close, and I'd only been in the room a few minutes.

I imagined it was Ethan's thick cock stretching me instead of my own hand. I pictured him calling my name while he fucked me raw-the same low, rough voice I'd heard through the wall so many nights. The same way he said "Lily" like it hurt him to want it.

The fantasy came too easily. His hands on my hips. The weight of him. The way he'd probably look down at me if he ever caught me like this-flushed, messy, touching myself to the exact kind of videos he kept hidden.

Footsteps.

I heard them.

Heavy, quick footsteps coming down the hallway.

Shit.

Ethan was back already.

Panic exploded in my chest. My hand jerked free from my shorts. I nearly knocked the laptop sideways in my rush.

I yanked the flash drive out, slammed the laptop shut, and dropped to the floor. The drive was still warm in my fist. I didn't even think about putting it back. There wasn't time.

There was barely enough space, but I crawled under his bed, my heart pounding so loud I was sure he'd hear it if he listened carefully. The carpet was rough against my palms and knees. Dust tickled my nose. I had to turn my head sideways to fit, my cheek pressed near the floor.

I clutched the stolen flash drive in my sweaty palm like it was evidence of a crime.

The bedroom door swung open.

I held my breath.

From my hiding spot I could see his sneakers stop right beside the bed.

He stood there for a long second, like he was scanning the room and asking himself a lot of questions.

Did I close the drawer all the way? Did I leave the laptop at the wrong angle? Was the chair pushed in the way he'd left it?

I could hear the soft click of the door shutting behind him.

My lungs burned from holding still. A strand of hair had fallen across my face, and I didn't dare to brush it away.

The mattress above me dipped as he sat down.

The whole frame shifted with his weight. I stared at the wooden slats above me and tried not to breathe too loudly.

I could hear him breathing-slow, heavy. Then the unmistakable sound of his zipper.

A soft, wet sound followed a moment later, rhythmic and deliberate.

"Lily..." he muttered under his breath, almost a groan.

My pussy fluttered again even as terror spiked through me. Heat flooded back between my legs so fast it almost made me dizzy. I was still soaked from before, shorts damp, and now I was trapped under the bed listening to the exact thing that had been driving me crazy for months.

I was hiding under my stepbrother's bed while he was busy stroking himself, saying my name like he always did.

One wrong move and he'd find me here, flushed and dripping, with his secret flash drive still burning in my hand.

His breathing grew heavier. The mattress shifted again as he leaned back. I heard the soft slap of skin and the low, broken sounds he made whenever he got closer. He said my name again, quieter this time, like he was tasting it.

I squeezed my eyes shut. My free hand curled into a fist against the carpet. Every nerve in my body felt too awake. I could smell his cologne even more strongly from this close, mixed with the faint scent of arousal that made my stomach twist.

The springs above me creaked in a slow, steady rhythm. He wasn't rushing. I'd learned that from listening through the wall. Tonight I was hearing it from underneath him, close enough that if he shifted the wrong way his foot might brush my shoulder.

My mind raced through every possible outcome. If he finished and left, I could wait until the house was quiet again and sneak out.

If he decided to look under the bed for some reason-if he dropped something, if he reached for a shoe-it would all be over in a second.

He groaned my name one more time, longer this time, the sound rough enough that my thighs pressed together on pure instinct. I bit the inside of my cheek hard enough to taste copper.

The ache between my legs had gone from insistent to almost painful. I hated how much I wanted to push my hand back into my shorts. I hated even more that part of me wanted him to find me.

The rhythm above me stuttered. His breathing turned sharp. I heard him mutter something too low to catch, then a longer, shuddering exhale. The mattress shifted heavily as he leaned forward, elbows on his knees maybe, catching his breath.

Silence settled again, broken only by the soft sound of him fixing his clothes and zipping up.

*

I stayed frozen.

Lily's POV

He sat there for another minute, maybe longer.

Then he stood. His sneakers moved toward the desk. I heard the soft scrape of the chair, the click of the laptop opening. My stomach dropped. If he noticed the drive was missing, or if the laptop had been left at a slightly different angle, or if the drawer wasn't closed the way he remembered-

He typed something. The keys clicked. A few seconds later the laptop closed again. He moved around the room once more, quieter now. I tracked his feet as they went to the door.

The door opened. Then Closed.

His footsteps faded down the hallway.

I still didn't move. Not for a long time. My muscles ached from staying so still. Dust had settled against my cheek. The flash drive was damp from how tightly I'd been holding it. Every second under that bed stretched. I counted my breaths in and out, listening for any sign he might double back. The house stayed quiet except for the distant sound of a door somewhere else.

Eventually I edged forward an inch at a time until I could see that the room was empty. I crawled out carefully, legs stiff, heart still racing. The bedroom looked almost exactly as it had before-bed slightly more rumpled, laptop shut, drawer closed. I stood there for a second, flash drive clutched against my chest, listening hard for any sign he was coming back.

I should have run.

Instead, my eyes locked on the thick ropes of cum glistening on his bed.

White....

And creamy

The scent was musky and masculine, pure Ethan. It hit me harder than I expected, curling low in my stomach and making the ache between my legs return with a vengeance.

I stared at it longer than I should have, remembering the way he'd groaned my name while he stroked himself just minutes ago.

The last time I'd tasted cock was months ago-at Ivy's birthday party.

Her older brother had taken my virginity in the guest room, then fucked my throat until I gagged and swallowed every drop.

The memory made my clit pulse. I could still remember the salt of it, the way my eyes had watered, the way he'd held my hair.

It had been messy and rushed and nothing like the slow, obsessive way Ethan said my name through the wall every night.

I couldn't stop myself.

I reached out, then scooped a generous portion of his cum onto my fingers, and brought it to my mouth.

Salty.

Thick.

Addictive.

I licked it clean, my eyes fluttering shut as I savored my stepbrother's taste. It coated my tongue and slid down my throat, and the wrongness of it only made my thighs press together harder. My pussy clenched hard around nothing.

Fuck, I'm so screwed.

I wiped my fingers on my shorts and slipped out of his room like a ghost, his flash drive still burning a hole in my pocket.

*

As soon as I entered my room, I shut the door, locked it, and leaned against it, staring at the small black drive in my hand. I should have put it back. I should have never taken it in the first place. Instead I sat on the edge of my bed, still wet, still shaky, and turned the flash drive over between my fingers while the memory of his voice saying my name under his breath played on a loop in my head.

The taste of him was still on my tongue. My shorts were sticking uncomfortably between my legs. Every time I shifted, the fabric dragged against my swollen clit and sent another spark of need through me. I set the flash drive on the nightstand and stared at it for a long second, my heart still racing from how close I'd come to being caught.

I couldn't stop thinking about the way the mattress had creaked above me. The sound of his zipper. The low, rough way he'd said *Lily* while he stroked himself, completely unaware I was right underneath him. The memory alone made fresh wetness slick my folds.

I lay back on the bed, staring at the ceiling. My hand slid down almost without permission, slipping under the waistband of my shorts. I was soaked-embarrassingly soaked.

My fingers glided easily through the slick heat, and I bit my lip hard to keep quiet.

I circled my clit slowly at first, teasing myself with light pressure while I replayed everything. The videos on his drive. The girls who looked like me. The way he'd fucked his fist to my name. The warm, salty taste of his cum still lingering in my mouth.

A soft whimper escaped me. I pressed harder, rubbing tighter circles as the ache built. Two fingers slid lower, dipping into my entrance just enough to feel the stretch before dragging the wetness back up to my clit. My hips lifted off the mattress of their own accord.

I imagined it was him instead of my hand. Imagined him finding me under the bed, dragging me out, and finally doing something about the months of moaning my name through the wall. The fantasy came too easily-his weight, his voice, the thick cock I'd only ever felt through layers of fabric and distance.

My fingers moved faster. The wet sounds of how soaked I was filled the quiet room. I curled them inside myself, searching for that spot that made my thighs tremble, while my thumb kept steady pressure on my clit. Heat coiled low and tight in my belly. My free hand fisted the sheets.

"Ethan..." I whispered, the name slipping out before I could stop it.

The orgasm hit harder than I expected. My back arched, legs shaking as pleasure rolled through me in strong, pulsing waves. I kept rubbing myself through it, biting down on a pillow to muffle the broken sounds I couldn't fully hold back. My pussy clenched around my fingers over and over until the intensity finally eased into sensitive aftershocks.

I lay there breathing hard, hand still between my legs, shorts shoved halfway down my thighs.

I hid the drive in my top drawer under a stack of notebooks. My reflection in the mirror still looked flushed and guilty.

**** At night****

I was barely able to sleep when the front door open, then Mom's voice called everyone downstairs.

She was back...

"Movie night! Family bonding time.

No excuses!"

Great. Just what I needed after tasting my stepbrother's cum earlier this morning...

I stood in front of my mirror for a second longer than necessary, checking that I didn't look as wrecked as I felt. My cheeks were still flushed.

I had fingered myself till I smell of sex....

My shorts were damp enough that I almost changed them, then decided against it.

Changing would take time I didn't have, and Mom's voice was already getting louder.

Downstairs, the living room was already set up-dim lights, popcorn bowls, and the massive sectional couch.

Mark, my stepdad, was in his usual recliner, Mom curled up beside him with a glass of wine.

Kara, my new baby stepsister who had just turned eighteen, was scrolling on her phone with her usual bored expression. She barely glanced up when I walked in.

And then Ethan... he dropped onto the couch looking far too relaxed for someone who'd just jerked off to my name. His hair was still a little messy. His sweatpants hung low on his hips. He stretched one arm along the back of the couch like he owned the entire middle section. It was obvious he still jerk of to my name this evening again....

I tried to claim the far end, but Ethan was faster. He lunged for the middle spot, the one with the best view.

"Move, asshole," I snapped, shoving his shoulder.

He grinned that cocky grin that always made my stomach flip. "Nah, you move, princess. I was here first."

Kara scoffed loudly from the loveseat. "You two are so fucking annoying. Cat and rat since day one. Just sit already."

Everyone chuckled, used to our constant bickering.

We've been fighting over everything-remote, snacks, even the dining chair-since Mom and Mark got married.

It was our thing.

I tried to walk away, but Ethan grabbed my wrist and yanked me back. Before I could protest, he sat down and pulled me straight onto his lap.

My big, soft ass landed right on his crotch. I gasped quietly. The contact was immediate and too much after everything that had already happened upstairs.

"Ethan!" I hissed, trying to push up.

He wrapped an arm around my waist, holding me in place. "Relax, Lil."

Mom chuckled. "You two work it out. We're starting Fifty Shades of Grey."

"No, Mom..." Kara yelled. "It's too romantic for family movie night...."

"Now I'm interested," my stepdad muttered, and everybody chuckled.

*

Popcorn was passed around. Then the movie began.

The lights stayed low.

I squirmed, trying to find a comfortable position, but every movement made my ass grind against him. I felt it almost immediately-his cock twitching beneath me.

Thickening.

Growing.

By the time Christian Grey started tying up Anastasia on screen, Ethan was rock hard.

Nine inches of thick, throbbing stepbrother cock pressed right between my ass cheeks through his thin sweatpants.

I could feel the heat of him, the exact shape of the head, the way it pulsed whenever I shifted even slightly.

My shorts were soaked again. I couldn't help it. I rocked my hips slowly, deliberately, letting my soft cheeks massage his length. The friction was maddening. Every slow circle sent a fresh wave of heat through me.

"Lily..." he breathed against my ear, so quiet only I could hear.

His hand slid under the throw blanket Mom had tossed over us, gripping my hip. "You're driving me crazy."

I glanced around.

Mom and Mark were focused on the movie.

Kara was half-asleep on her phone, the blue glow lighting her face. The room was dark enough now that the TV was the main light source.

I kept grinding, slow circles, feeling his cock throb and leak against me. My pussy was aching, my clit swollen and begging. The wet spot between us grew with every small movement.

Ethan's breath hitched. "Fuck... I need to taste you. Let me taste that pussy, Lily. Just for a second. I'll be quick."

His fingers crept higher under the blanket, brushing the edge of my shorts. My heart raced.

We were right here in the living room with the whole family.

One wrong move and we'd be caught.

I leaned back against his chest, whispering over my shoulder, "A stepbrother shouldn't know how I taste..."

The words sent a dirty thrill through both of us.

He groaned softly, hips bucking up to meet my grinding ass.

His cock was so hard it felt like steel.

I shifted just enough to let the thick head nudge against my soaked pussy through the thin fabric.

The pressure on my clit made me bite my lip to stay silent. I wanted more. I wanted less. I wanted him to stop before someone noticed and I also wanted him to keep going until I came right there on his lap.

"Please," he begged in the lowest whisper, lips brushing my ear. "I've been jerking off to you for months. Let me taste it. I need it."

I was losing control. My hips moved faster, grinding harder on his massive nine-inch cock.

The wet spot on his sweats grew as my juices soaked through. On screen, the movie played out loud moans and spanking sounds that perfectly masked our heavy breathing.

Every time the actors on the screen made noise, I used it as cover to press down harder.

His fingers slipped under my shorts, brushing my bare, dripping slit.

I nearly moaned out loud. He dragged one fingertip along me, slow and careful, gathering wetness before circling my clit once. My whole body tensed.

Then the couch creaked.

Mark turned his head slightly. "Are you okay, Lily?"

I froze.

Ethan's fingers were about to slip into my pussy.

"Yeah," Ethan answered smoothly, his voice a little rough. "Just fighting for the blanket."

Kara rolled her eyes. "You two are weird."

The rest of the movie was pure torture.

I kept grinding my soaked pussy against Ethan's massive nine-inch cock under the blanket while Christian Grey dominated the screen.

Every time the actors on the television moaned or the soundtrack swelled, I used the noise as cover to roll my hips a little harder.

The thick ridge of him pressed right between my cheeks, hot even through the layers of fabric. I could feel him leaking, the front of his sweatpants growing damp where I sat.

My stepbrother's hot breath fanned my ear as he panted, "I know you're saving up to buy a dildo... If you let me taste you, I'll get you one. The best one."

"Fuck... Ethan, you're depraved," I whispered, my cheeks burning.

But I couldn't resist.

I dragged my shorts to the side under the blanket, dipped two fingers into my dripping cunt, and pulled them out glistening with my juices. For a second I just held them there, shining in the low light from the TV, before I brought them back toward his mouth.

He sucked them desperately, licking and moaning like a starved man. His tongue worked between my fingers, cleaning every trace, and the soft, wet sounds were almost perfectly hidden by the movie's loud sex scene. When he finally released them, his lips were shiny.

I kept feeding him-scooping more of my slick arousal and letting him devour it between handfuls of popcorn. Each time I reached down, gathered more, and offered my fingers, he took them like he was starving. His cock throbbed harder under me with every taste. My own need climbed so high my thighs started to shake.

By the time the credits rolled, my legs were jelly and my pussy was throbbing with need.

I stood up on shaky legs, mumbled goodnight, and practically ran to my room. Behind me I heard Ethan shift on the couch, but he didn't follow.

****

The next morning the house was blissfully empty. Mom and Mark had left for work early.

Kara was finishing up her last months of high school, and college hadn't resumed yet for Ethan and me.

Ethan was twenty-a year older than me and way too experienced for how badly he wanted his stepsister.

I woke up still aching from the night before, the memory of his mouth on my fingers replaying every time I closed my eyes. The flash drive sat on my nightstand like a dare. I hadn't plugged it in again. Not yet.

*

Then the package arrived at 9 a.m. Ethan's gift.

I tore it open in my room like a kid on Christmas.

The vibrating dildo was thick, realistic, with a strong suction base and multiple speeds. Veined. Weighted. The kind of toy that looked like it meant business. My pussy clenched just looking at it. I turned it over in my hands, tested the buttons, felt the low buzz against my palm, and immediately imagined how it would feel inside me.

I closed the door, stripped down to my tiny skirt and tank top, and tried to mount it on the edge of my bed.

I was soaked already, but the angle was impossible.

It kept slipping. I whimpered in frustration, rubbing the thick head against my entrance but never getting it deep enough. Every time I thought I had the suction locked, my own wetness made it slide. I braced one hand on the mattress, tried again, and still couldn't sink down the way I needed.

A soft knock came.

Then the door opened before I could cover up.

Ethan stepped in, eyes darkening instantly at the sight of me half-naked with the dildo in my hand.

"Ethan!" I groaned.

"Need help, little sis?"

I should have told him to leave. Instead, I nodded, my cheeks flushed.

He closed the door with a quiet click and locked it. In seconds he had me on my back on the bed, legs spread wide. The skirt was shoved up around my waist. Cool air hit my bare, dripping cunt.

"Fuck, you're dripping," he groaned, running the thick head of the toy up and down my slit. He watched every movement, eyes fixed between my legs like he was memorizing the way I opened for it. "Watch me, Lily. Watch how I feed your tight pussy."

He pushed the dildo in slowly.

I moaned loudly as the fat head stretched me open. The burn was perfect-thick enough to make me feel every inch of progress. My hands fisted in the sheets.

Inch by inch, he worked it deeper, twisting it gently while his eyes stayed glued to my spreading lips. He pulled back a little, pushed forward again, coating the toy in my slick until it shone.

"Ethan... oh god, it's so thick..." I gasped, hips rolling to meet every push.

He turned the vibration on low and I cried out, my back arching. The buzz lit up every nerve. He held it steady for a few seconds, letting me feel it, then began to pump it in a slow, steady rhythm.

He fucked me with the toy while his free hand rubbed my clit in tight circles. "That's it. Take it like a good girl. This is how you use it properly-deep, slow, then faster when your pussy starts creaming."

I was losing it. My hips bucked wildly, chasing the pleasure as he increased the speed. Wet, obscene sounds filled my room-the slick slide of the dildo, the soft buzz, my own broken breathing. My orgasm was already building, low and heavy in my belly.

Then my phone rang.

Mom.

"Shit-answer it," Ethan hissed, but he didn't stop.

He kept thrusting the vibrating dildo inside my pussy, angling it just right.

I swiped to answer the call, voice shaky. "H-hey Mom..."

"Hey sweetie. Is Ethan there? I've been calling him. I need him to bring my work files from the study."

Ethan smirked and slammed the dildo deeper. I bit back a moan, thighs trembling around his wrist. "He's... ah... probably in the shower. I'll tell him."

Mom paused. "You sound weird. Are you okay? Cramps again?"

"Y-yes... bad cramps," I lied, moaning softly as Ethan angled the toy against my G-spot and held it there. The vibration intensified. "I'm... handling it."

I could hear the smile in her voice. "Take some painkillers, honey. Love you."

"Love you too," I whimpered, barely holding it together as another wave of pleasure hit. The call ended.

Ethan chuckled darkly. "Good girl. Keep moaning for me."

He fucked me harder with the dildo, vibrations on high. The toy plunged deep, pulled back, plunged again. My walls clenched around it. I was right on the edge, toes curling, breath coming in short, desperate gasps. My pussy fluttered and gripped, so close that one more perfect thrust would have tipped me over.

Then a loud knock sounded at the door.

"Lily? You in there?" Kara yelled.

My eyes flew open in panic.

Ethan yanked the dildo out with a wet pop, making me gasp at the sudden emptiness. He dove under the bed in one smooth motion, taking the toy with him. I yanked my skirt down, tossed a blanket over my lap, and tried to look normal even though my legs were trembling and my cunt was still pulsing around nothing.

"Come in," I called, voice higher than I wanted.

Kara pushed the door open.

She stepped inside, her eyes narrowing as she scanned the room. Her gaze lingered on my flushed face, messy hair, and the way I was sitting awkwardly on the bed with the blanket clutched in my lap. The air still smelled like sex and my arousal-thick, obvious, impossible to miss if anyone paid attention.

"You okay?" she asked suspiciously. "I heard weird noises. Sounded like... moaning. And why is Ethan's phone on the hallway table if he's supposed to be bringing Mom's files? Now I have to go because of him..." She yelled the last part angrily, clearly irritated at being sent on an errand.

My heart stopped.

Ethan was completely still under the bed, but I could feel his presence like a second pulse in the room. The dildo-still slick with my juices-was probably inches from his face. If Kara looked down or stepped closer, she might see the edge of a shoe, a shift of shadow, anything.

She tilted her head. Her eyes flicked to the rumpled sheets, then back to my guilty expression.

Then she squat down.