Ruin Me, Stepbrother

SIENNA

"Eat me deeper, Simon. Bite me, ruin me." I moaned, my hips rocking against the bed.

This was another wet dream; one with Simon and I. I was lost in that sinful and dangerous world where he knelt between my thighs, spreading them wide.

His tongue twirled around my pussy splits, eating me like his favourite hamburger. I held his head, pushing it back and forth, screaming in ecstasy.

My pussy throbbed and yearned for more of his bites. And just the way I love it, his hands moved up, one kneading my left breast and the other tickling my right nipple.

"I would die, Simon....." my voice was barely above a whisper, "I would die from your touch, you're just too good." I cried out as his tongue moved slowly and lazily along my clit, his smooth palm spanking my cunt.

He grinned, satisfied at how vulnerable I was to his touch and I returned to him, a smile- one that begged for more of the dripping pleasures he had caused me.

"Now you'll suck me, señorita." His voice came out low, yet commanding. "Come on, sit up." He grabbed one of my breasts and pulled me up, a sinister smile plastered to his face.

I pulled down his pants just like the obedient slut he wanted me to be.

He was my step brother but that didn't stop my crazy obsession for him.

My eyes sparkled with excitement when his cock popped out as I undid his zipper.

He was so big. Just the type of joystick I loved- long, fat and thick with veins that made me want to bury him deep in my throat.

I leaned in, swirling my tongue around his pink pecker, my other palm fondling his balls.

"Fuck, Sienna!" He cussed, throwing his head backwards then he lowered his gaze at me and spanked my ass, making me jerk.

"Is that all you've got?" His voice held impatience and this only made me suck him more.

He gathered my hair in his hand, fistful, thrusting more deeper into my throat.

Simon has an eight inched dick and I couldn't swallow him well but the pleasure that had bursted in me, pushed me on, driving me to serve him right- to be a good girl for him.

He didn't stop playing with my twins while I gave him a blowjob. He pinched me so hard when I had all of HIM in my mouth and I moaned like an helpless idiot - he had clouded my senses and the spell he had cast on me seemed to be irrevocable.

His cock just made me feel better and when he released in my throat- bursting his orgasm down my throat, I lost all of my self-control.

I touched myself furiously, driving my fingers in, a burning desire pushing me towards my climax.

"You're so good at this, Nana." A groan ripped out of his throat like an humble plea, "Chug down my sperm, all of it." He said, his fingers gripping my jaw in a tight grasp.

I sucked him, harder, faster and more beautifully.

A smirk spread across his face. I could tell he was satisfied, now he was going to treat me right as he had always promised.

"Good girl." He chuckled, locking his lips on mine as our tongue fought for dominance.

Pinning me to the bed, his erected and hungry cock throbbed at the entrance of my punani. I felt my pussy clench hard, I cummed I was so ready for him.

His fingers slid down my thighs, wiping my orgasm off and rubbing it all on my lips.

He dipped his fingers in my mouth, making me feel how I tasted. It was fucking nice but his would've been better.

"Hmmm....just like that, daddy." A silent moan burst out and I wrapped my hands around his broad back as he teased my pussy , grazing his thumb over me, in that same slow and lazy pace.

"Let me have a better view of your snatch, Nana." His sinister smile sent me cumming again and he chuckled at the sight of me dripping wet for him. "No coming anymore, señorita." He warned, an evil smirk tugging at his lips.

I widened my thighs and he looked down, licking his lips when he beheld my erect pussy.

"Tomorrow is Christmas and I would like to give you a special gift on this Christmas Eve."

Fuck that husky voice of his. So sexy but can send me to my grave to tonight.

His cock was so big, how could a virgin like me with a tight pussy take all of him?

"Are you willing to let me slam you, Nana? Are you willing to give me your virginity on this Eve night?" He demanded, his eyes fixed on me and just like I was being controlled, I nodded my head, quickly, desperate to feel jim between my legs.

My mind reeled, was this the right thing to do?

Simon was my step brother. Having sex with him would be a taboo but I cared less.

Not a night like this, not when I was so hot and horny.

"Words, Nana. I need them." He hissed, spanking my ass and I winced, shutting my eyes as a sweet pain gingered through my veins.

"Yes, Simon." I was so quick to answer. "Please fuck me until I have no strength to walk anymore. I don't care if you're my brother."

He grinned, satisfactorily. "Then so be it." He teased me with the tip of his cock and I bit my lower lip, holding my breasts firm as I tried to keep up with his foreplay.

Ouch!

Rough and wicked, he slammed in me. I screamed, my eyes darted wide.

"Slowly, Simon." I begged, "this is my first time."

He slammed out and I heaved a sigh. Pinning my hands to my head, he sucked my lips, kissing me down my abdomen.

His bulge pressed against my stomach and a new urge burst on me.

His eyes locked on mine, muttering something I couldn't hear. His orbs didn't promise gentleness but assured me of granting me a perfect gift on Christmas Eve- his beautiful rod.

I anticipated another thrust, this time ready to take either pleasure of pain but I didn't get any of it just as always.

Someone barged in and my eyes snapped open.

A dangerous glint glistened on his face as he watched us still in that abominable position.

He stepped closer, every click of his silhouette like the sound of doom.

Soon everywhere grew dark and void then I opened my eyes and there stood the most annoying demon in my life.

.

SIENNA

Eighteen years ago, my mom got remarried to Harry Rivera.

She had been so excited about it while all I did was watch her with 'duh' eyes.

I had been so skeptical, so nervous about my new family. But was worried more when I realised I would be having stepbrothers- Simon and Soren.

Simon was the definition of sweet, caring and nice while Soren was the exact opposite.

He was a devil and his full eyebrows and thin lips made his personality even.

He would always look for a way to get me annoyed. Always making me seem like a fool in front of our parents, virtually everyone.

Simon was always there during the times I was down- buried in my room and sulking. Everyone saw me as a pushover often mistreating me but Simon saw me as someone better.

He never looked down on me because I was small and weak but Soren, of course as the fucked up damn idiot he was would always tease me, blaming me for not being able to stand for myself.

We hated eachother and I wished I had never met him but what could I say? Mom found love and I can't stop her from being happy.

"Someone's masturbating again." He grinned, brushing his hands through his shoulder length brown hair.

His eyes flashed with jealousy but they were quickly replaced with a sinister smile.

My fists clenched beside me, anger burning within me.

"What guts do you have to barge into my room?" I snapped at him, my voice sharp, "can you just stop giving me a reason to want to strangle you to death?" I seethed, my teeth grinded together.

He moved closer, his steps slow just like his pace in that dream-my wet dream, a world covered in orgasm and my screams and moans like gentle drumbeats.

Everyone would be so disappointed if they got to know what feelings I harboured for Simon and worse, he had a girlfriend.

I couldn't have him just the same as everything I craved.

"Sienna......" he called, his tone singsong. He leaned in, pinning me between his arms, his oceanic blue eyes on mine.

Soren and Simon had the same features, their eyes and hair had the same colour. Both were 6'1 feets tall, even kept the same hairstyle but their personalities made it easy to differentiate between them.

Simon wasn't rude like Soren and didn't have a venomous tongue.

"You should at least remember to hide the evidence of your sinful act." His voice was cold as ice and when he picked up my pantie from the floor, I froze, my face flushing red with embarrassment.

"Give back that! What right do you have to touch my underwear!" I yelled, trying to reach for it but the motherfucker was taller.

"Hmm....." he hummed, sliding his fingertips along the soaked fabric, "G-string? our dear nerdy wears sexy panties too? Hmm, interesting. But why is it so wet, who made you cum this much?"

I twisted my face in pure disgust when he brought it close to his nose and took a long sniff.

"Wow....such depraved scent...."

I felt my nipples stand erect at his words, a new orgasm spilling down my thighs.

I clamped my laps together, gripping the bedsheets to control the anger burning within me.

No, I wouldn't fall for this idiot! I should be hating him not seeking pleasure in his.... dirty stupid words.

"Drop my pantie and get out right now, you demon!" I pointed at the door, my heart thudding with more hatred for him.

He flung my pantie away just like it didn't matter. I only wore it because of Simon, I had wanted to look sexy when he stripped me naked in my erotic dream but he only pulled it down but failed to give me the one gift he had always promised me.

He would've fucked me, fed me with that delicious lollipop I had always craved for only if this fool hadn't interrupted.

Soren always ruined everything. He was nothing but a killjoy.

"How about I show this to mom and tell her how much you love masturbating in your sleep, uh? What do you say, pretty girl?" He taunted, a dangerous smile resting perfectly on his lips, one that made him look more demonic.

A gasp flew out of my lips as I grabbed his arm.

"Shut the hell up, Soren. You'd do no such thing or else...." My jaw clenched in provocation and when he smacked his lips, I was left dumbstruck, my words hanging midway in my throat.

"Or else what?" His strong arm grabbed my waist, yanking me closer and involuntarily, my body glued to his, my nipples poking his chest.

He raised his eyebrow, lifting his finger to trace my jaw. "Still horny?"

"How dare you!" I punched him on the chest, gulping down hard.

"Don't you lie, Señorita...." He rasped, trailing his fingertips down my neck.

My heart stopped breathing when he mentioned that nickname 'Senorita'.

Simon was the only one who called me that at least in my wet dreams. Why was Soren addressing me as that now too?

Was my head playing games with me?

My gaze dropped, my eyes glued to his neck. I looked to find the tattoo that Simon tatted below his nape and I let out a sigh when I didn't find it.

I knew dreams could be so foolish as people do say but I was sure my wet dream would never be.

It was the most sweetest world I had ever found myself, a world where I had my sinful personal time with Simon even if it wasn't so perfect.

A world filled with sin to the brim. Dangerous wild sin.

Now I was confused if Simon was really the one who teased me in my dreams or Soren.

Was the tattoo there to only mislead me? Fuck, why did they have to look so alike??

"Why do you look so stunned, little nerd? Does the new pet name interest you?" Soren pulled me closer, whispering into my ear in a hushed tone.

I tried to snatch myself from him but he didn't let go. He gripped my waist firmly, his blue eyes melting me slowly.

My hair stood at an end when I heard mom scream my name.

I could feel her so close, her feet making sounds as she climbed the stair that led upstairs.

"Soren, stop being crazy!" I warned, my voice low and shaky, "mom shouldn't find us this way or we're cooked."

The evil smirk on his face grew wider and I could see imaginary red horns grow above his neck.

I cringed, melting in his arms as he brought his face closer.

"You can save us both from getting cooked, Señorita...."

"Shut up, you fool!" I made sure not to yell out loud as mom was near.

"Promise to go with me to the BDSM club." He said and my whole body turned numb.

"A...are you serious right now? Mom is near and the door is unlocked!" I rolled my eyes at him, my orbs flashing with disbelief.

How could he ask me to do such a thing?

"

Alright then, I won't push but I'd be showing mom this.." he picked up my G-string pantie again, dangling it in the air.

SIENNA

Throughout breakfast I didn't stop sweating profusely and when my eyes met with Soren's, he smirked.

My grip on the fork tightened, my jaws clenched together. My eyes were fixed on him, glowing with hatred and any time from now, I could strangle him to death.

The stunt he pulled earlier was funny. The fucking bastard almost got me into trouble but luckily mom got a call from the hospital where she worked and turned back immediately since there was an emergency.

Now dad wasn't around as he went for some personal business meeting and Simon wasn't even giving me any attention.

We were supposed to be having breakfast but he had his eyes on his phone all the time, as if waiting for a message to pop out from nowhere.

"Umm, Simon." I called but he was so lost in his own world, so engrossed in his phone.

Did something happen? Did that badass girlfriend of his break his heart?

I tapped his arm and he jolted, grabbing his chest like he had just seen a monster.

"What's up with you? You have been so engrossed in your phone like forever." I said and he paused for a while before nodding quickly.

"Yeah." He replied casually and that just told me that all wasn't well.

"Seems someone is heartbroken." Soren chirped in, his fork dangling in his hand.

He and Simon didn't share a so good relationship but they always made sure to paint it so excellent in front of others since mom always complained about them always being at eachother's neck.

Simon snapped his gaze towards Soren and grinned, simply.

"Do I really look like it?" Simon's voice wasn't the same vibrant one I knew and my heart prickled when he wiped a tear off the corner of his eyes.

The bastard was really correct, Simon was having relationship issues.

"Your eyes tell the whole message." Soren's voice was cold as he spoke, his blue orbs fixed on his plate all along, "it sucks a lot that you're my twin, Simon. What if people mistake you for me? Ai, they might think I'm just so pathetic and can't help it when I'm heartbroken."

Simon struggled to keep the smile on his face though I could see the hurt glimmering beneath his facade.

"I understand that you have no emotions, twin bro." Simon sighed, a long painful sigh and shook his head. "What do I expect from a chronic Dom who does nothing but punish submissives with torture objects?"

Soren gaze was hard, his forehead wrinkled, "you have no idea how the basics of BDSM works, brother. It isn't called punishment but pleasure, one that takes them to a cloud where you've never been with your gold-digger girlfriend."

Simon raised a fist to punch him but I was quick to stop him. He retreated, his chest heaving with provocation but all Soren did was stare at him with a smirk.

"Fiona isn't a gold-digger! She loves me and I love her too. We do love eachother." Simon bellowed, his voice sharp.

"Hmm so what do you say about this picture?"

My brow widened when the pictures were displayed on Soren's phone. There were two naked bodies, one which belonged to Simon's girlfriend and another which I couldn't quite figure out.

I looked at Simon who had a stunned expression on. His lips shook as he tried to speak, his hand gripping the chair for support as the heartbreak hit him like a mighty wave.

"Why would you show him something like this, Soren?" He only shrugged at my blame and chugged down some milk from his mug.

"It was the best thing I could do for my twin brother, how can I possibly sit and watch like I know nothing?" He shrugged indifferently, his eyes cold.

"This isn't true." Simon fought back, "Fiona wouldn't do something like this to me. The pictures were clearly photoshopped."

"I'll take my leave now, you figure it out with your nerd stepsister." Soren flashed a knowing look at me and I cringed at the sight.

He had barely stepped out when I saw his message.

~Simon would need someone by his side tonight. You'll be all mine on Christmas. Remember I still have your pantie with me and one snitch, mom is just one call away.~

My heart dropped as I read, what had I gotten myself into?

My eyes turned to Simon, my hands slipping around his shoulders.

"You don't have to sulk about it." I said, pulling him into a hug and I felt his hot tears on my shoulder.

"This can't be true, can it?" He asked, his voice croaky with tears and I beamed inwardly, finally he and the bitch would break apart.

But my joy soon drowned when realisation hit me.

Even if he breaks up with his girlfriend, I wouldn't be mine either.

******

8PM, same day

I pulled over when we arrived at the clubhouse. Simon was at the backseat, drowned in his own tears.

Coming here wasn't my idea but Simon's.

He insisted on confronting Fiona about the pictures but all of a sudden, Simon fixed up a romantic date with her, showing up with flowers and love cards.

I had waited in the car for him while he fixed things up with his goddamn girlfriend but it didn't take long before Fiona walked out and Simon next, his eyes red.

She had stabbed him with her harsh words, rubbing the rejection right on his face.

Worse, she didn't deny having an affair outside their relationship. She gave him an invitation card in exchange for his rose flowers and love cards, leaving him broken and shattered.

"Are you sure about this, Simon?" I asked, staring at him through the rearview mirror. My heart shattered slowly when I saw the pained expression on his face.

A bitter smile spread across his face and he chuckled before speaking.

"I thought she was joking about it when I got that text last night." He sniffed, running his hands through his messy hair and fuck! This wasn't the man who had always pulled off my pantie, looking so sexy and smoking hot.

He was now a shadow of himself, his brown hair like a bird's nest, his once bright blue eyes, now shadowed with pain, dark circles leaving a dark glint below.

"And you think the best way is to get wasted at the bar like an abandoned duck?" I gritted my teeth, my grip firm on the steering wheel. "She isn't worth the tears, j...just move on. You'd find someone better."

Someone better who was definitely not me. Definitely.

Simon would never see me beyond his stepsister.

He didn't reply and stepped down the car, the gentle breeze blowing his hair sideways and fuck! I just wanted to pin him to the car and kiss him real good.

He turned to me and now he didn't look like that rich handsome Male Lead from the Erotica story I've always imagined him to be but a pathetic soul that just attacked by a lion.

"If this doesn't end well, don't blame me." I warned him as we walked in and he just replied a boring 'yeah', tugging at my sleeve.

The loud book of music hit my ears and I frowned as we moved past half naked sweaty bodies, dancing so crazily to the music.

Oh fuck, how did Simon know a clubhouse like this! This wasn't just a simple clubhouse??

We sat and I ordered a drink for us but Simon chirped in and asked for three shots instead.

"Are you crazy?" I screamed at him and he nodded gravely.

"Yeah...I am."

"No, you're not." I shook my head and he chuckled.

"How am I supposed to forget the heartbreak if I don't get drunk? At least you're here to drive me back home, I have a shoulder to fall back on." He snuggled closer, leaning on my shoulder.

Oh lord, help me. Please help me. Why did I feel so electrocuted by his body contact?

"Simon!" A voice called out loud and before I could process what direction it came from, I catch the sight of a strange girl pulling Simon away from me and hugging him so tight.

What the.....what the actual hell??

As I watched the two souls make out, my stomach churned with hatred and swiftly, the night closed in on me, long and bad.