Unheard Pleasures (A Collection of Short Erotics)

I still can't believe this is my life now.

Three weeks ago Mom married Mike Callahan in this ridiculous beach ceremony in Malibu, and just like that-boom-we left everything behind.

Our crappy little walk-up in Queens, the corner deli that knew my egg-and-cheese order by heart, the basketball court where I'd spent half my teenage years getting my ass kicked by the same six guys. All gone. Now I'm living in a mansion in the Hollywood Hills that Mike's family has owned since before I was born. Marble everywhere, a pool that looks like it belongs in a music video. My room alone is bigger than our old apartment's entire living room.

Mom's happy, though. Like, actually happy. She laughs at Mike's lame dad jokes and lets him kiss her in the kitchen like they're teenagers. I get it-Dad's been gone five years, cancer took him fast, and she deserves this. It'd be terrible of me not to support her after all she's been through but every time I see them holding hands I feel this weird twist in my gut. Like I'm betraying Dad just by being here.

I told her I was cool with it, put on a happy face at the wedding, even gave a half-decent speech. Inside? I'm still pissed we had to move across the country so she could be with someone other than Dad New York was home. This place feels like a hotel used to cover up pain

Chloe and Cassie - Mike's girls. They're both eighteen, same as me, but I'm slightly older. Blonde, blue eyes and basically identical except Chloe's the loud one who runs everything and Cassie's the quiet one who apologizes for existing.

Chloe's the loud one. Cheer captain, always in charge, walks into rooms like she's doing you a favor by showing up. First week here she threw a "blended family barbecue" and invited half the football team. I stood by the grill feeling like the awkward cousin nobody invited

. She kept tossing me smirks across the yard, calling me "bro" in this teasing way that made my skin crawl and my stomach flip at the same time. I told myself it was just because she's hot and confident and I'm not used to girls like that living down the hall.

Cassie's quieter. She reads a lot, wears big sweaters even when it's eighty degrees, she's the one who actually asked me if I needed anything the first night-extra blankets, a different pillow, whatever, sweet, too sweet some times, makes me feel guilty for how much I miss my old life..

They're cool about it, I guess. Chloe keeps dragging me to the pool like I'm her new project -- "Come on, Ethan, you're gonna melt if you stay inside with those boxes forever." We're the same age, living under the same roof, sharing the same last name now.

I've read enough Reddit threads and seen enough movies to know how this shit usually goes with step-siblings -- Teens get bored, hormones kick in, one thing leads to another... NAH. Hard pass for me. That's porn-brain nonsense. This is real life. My mom would literally murder me, and Mike seems like the type who'd quietly disown whoever started it.

I'm not about to be that guy.

School's another level of unreal. Private academy, everybody driving cars that cost more than my old neighborhood. The only person who's been normal to me is Sophia Ramirez, our class rep - curly hair, sharp eyes, always in those blazers that make her look way too put-together. She showed me around on day one, explained the stupid dress code, and actually laughed at my dumb joke about getting lost in the cafeteria.

That laugh has been stuck in my head ever since.

Which is which brings me here now, door halfway shut because the latch is still weird from when I slammed it earlier, lights dimmed, shorts shoved down around my thighs.

The house is empty-Mom and Mike at some fancy fundraiser, Cassie at her book club thing, Chloe... who knows, probably out with her cheer squad -- Perfect timing.

I'm leaning back against the headboard, hand moving steady, eyes half-closed. In my head it's Sophia after school, empty classroom, her sitting on the desk, legs wide open to glance at her delicious pussy, with that blazer open and whispering my name slowly while those curls bounce.

The fantasy feels so real I can almost smell her vanilla shampoo. My breathing's getting rough. I squeeze a little tighter, thumb sliding over the tip, hips lifting-

Boom

*The door instantly swings open without a knock.

My hand freezes mid-stroke.

Chloe's standing there in tiny sleep shorts and an oversized USC hoodie that slips off one shoulder. Hair soaked,water dripping off like she's just come from bath or something. Phone in one hand, half-eaten apple in the other.

"Oh... my... god..." She says

Her blue eyes drop straight to my lap, to my hand, then to the very obvious, very hard situation I'm in - literally

For one terrifying second she just stares. Then her lips curve into a slow, amused smile...

For one terrifying second she just stares. Her blue eyes drop straight to my lap, to my hand, then to the very obvious. Then her lips curve into a slow, amused smile.

"Chloe-fuck-get out!" I yank the blanket so hard I almost rip it, face burning hotter than the California sun outside. My heart's slamming against my ribs like it wants to escape before she does something worse than laugh.

She doesn't leave. She kicks the door behind her shut gently with her heel, that half-eaten apple still in one hand, phone in the other, water still dripping from the ends of her hair onto the ties, drip drip drip.

The tiny sleep shorts ride up her thighs when she leans back against the door. "Damn, Ethan," she says, voice low and way too entertained. " Sophia Ramirez huh, didn't think you had it in you."

She heard the name, of course she heard the name.

She pulls her phone out of her hoodie pocket, thumbs already moving. "And I know how fast a screenshot travels. One tap and this goes to the group chat.

Or maybe just to Cassie first- she'd die laughing.

Or maybe straight to your mom. 'Hey Mrs. Callahan, your golden boy's got some... tension he's working out.'"

"Don't." My voice cracks. I hate how small it sounds because of her threats "Please. I'm begging you. don't"

She lowers the phone but keeps it in her hand. Her eyes flick back down to the blanket, where I'm still obviously hard under the fabric. She licks a drop of apple juice off her bottom lip. "Begging already?" she murmurs. "That's hot." She sniffs

I swallow hard. "What do you want?"

Chloe takes a bite of the apple, chews slowly, eyes never leaving mine. "You're right. They would lose their minds. Especially your mom." She tilts her head. "So here's the deal. One condition."

I swallow. "Name it." I say desperately expecting the worst

She pushes off the door, steps closer, voice dropping to this husky whisper that shouldn't sound as hot as it does. "First I was thinking you could....maybe.. 'fuck me" She says sharply with a smile and playful tone like it was that simple, the humor almost made me laugh. "Right here. Right now. Get it out of your system."

"No. No way in hell. You are my sister"

She laughs softly "Aw. So moral, so pure. Wasn't so pure when I saw you jerking off" She chuckle, and came closer "We're not even blood, dummy. It's just... fun."

"I'm not doing that," I say, and I mean it. My voice cracks anyway. "That's crossing every line. You're my stepsister. Mom would disown me. I can't."

Chloe studies me for a long second, tilting her head, with her shinny blue. Then she shrugs one shoulder, drops the apple core into my trash can, and sinks to her knees at the edge of the bed like she's done this a million times

"Fine," she says. "Then just let me suck it."

"What?"

"Five minutes. I suck you off, you keep your mouth shut about me sneaking Vodka in my water last week, and I delete the screenshot I just took, and we never speak of this again. Deal?"

At this point I don't know what to say anymore. My dick is still traitorously hard under the blanket. "That's... still wrong."

"Is it?" She tugs the blanket down slowly, eyes locked on mine. "It's just a mouth, Ethan. No babies. No sin on your permanent record. Just... fun." Her fingers brush my thigh. "Five minutes. That's all I'm asking."

I wanted to say no but I couldn't. She went on her knees without my response, her wet mouth was so close to my hard was so close to my dick now

With wet mouth and hands reaching ever closer to my hard cock

Instead I hear myself say, barely audible "Five minutes."

Her smile was pure victory.

She doesn't tease. She just pulls my shorts the rest of the way off, wraps her hand around the base, squeezed it with her palm so hard feeling the hardness, for some seconds I felt I was going to burst, then takes me into her mouth in one smooth motion.

Holy fuck.

Wet heat, tight lips. The moisture of it on my cock was way...more than gooning

Her tongue swirling under the head like she's been thinking about this. Dipping her tongue into my dick hole like she wants to tease the insides of me. My head hits the headboard with a thud and a groan rips out of me before I can stop it.

She hums around me, the vibration shooting straight down my spine. One hand strokes what her mouth doesn't reach, the other rests on my thigh, nails lightly digging in. She's good. Messy and eager, spit sliding down my shaft, little moans vibrating every time I twitch.

I try to think of anything else - basketball, New York, Mom's face-but it's useless, nothing works. My hand ends up in her wet hair, holding on while my hips lift off the bed. I felt like exploding-but in a good way... Juicy, lubricatory, warm, soft throat, saliva

Three minutes in I'm already shaking. "Chloee.. I'm clos-" couldn't complete my statement

She pops off with a wet sound, lips shiny, breathing hard. "Already? Cute." Then she dives back down, faster, deeper, taking me all the way until her nose brushes my stomach, sucking deeper and tighter

That's it...my brain melts in estacy

Some last scrap of morality screams at me to pull out, finish on my stomach, pulling out of my sister's mouth.

But my body doesn't listen. I was too far gone

I grab her shoulders, yank her up the bed in one desperate move. She gasps, eyes wide, legs scrambling. Her shorts are already shoved halfway down from when she climbed on. I hook them aside with shaking fingers, line up, and push inside her in one thrust.

Bare, hot, raw So fucking tight.

She gasp... "Ethan-"

I can't stop. I thrust again, deeper, and her head falls back with a broken moan.

"Oh my go- you fucking hypocrit-" She tries to make out words

I'm gone. She's soaked, clenching around me on purpose, rolling her hips to meet every thrust like she's been waiting for this. The bed creaks. Skin slaps skin. Her nails rake down my back and she groan so loud I'm sure the whole house hears.

We're animals. No romance, just raw, desperate fucking. I can't stop. I don't even want to.

Neither does she.

"Don't you dare sto-"

Boom

Then the door swings open, again.

" Seriously? You're fucking him"

Cassie stood there in her oversized sweater, book still in her hand, eyes huge.

Chloe doesn't even slow down. She just looks over her shoulder, still riding me, and snaps, "Go away."

Cassie doesn't move. Her cheeks are flushed pink with a hint of jealousy, but her voice is steady. "No."

Chloe laughs breathlessly. "Seriously?"

"You're fucking him," Cassie says quietly. "I'm telling Dad."

Chloe rolls her eyes, still grinding down on me. "Go a- ahead, I'll survive grounding. E-ethan's the one whose mom will l-lose her mind." She says still riding

My stomach drops

She's right. Mom would never understand. She'd look at me like I'm a stranger. Maybe even leave Mike. All because I couldn't keep it in my pants

Cassie's eyes flick down to where we're joined, then back up. She swallows hard.

"I won't tell," she whispers. "If... I get to stay." She says shyly

Chloe's inner muscles flutter around me at the words. She smirks down at me, still moving slow and filthy.

"Well, big bro?" she pants. "You gonna be greedy... or are you gonna share?" She says with a smirk

"Lock the door, Cassie." The word came out before I could even think

She does, Click. Then she gives me a cute little and dirty smirk. That's a first, wow

Cassie does. Click

Chloe pulls off me, slowly letting me feel every inch-and scoots back so she's sitting against the headboard, legs spread. She pats the mattress beside her.

"Come here, Cass."

Cassie hesitates only a second. Then she's climbing onto the bed, sneakers still on, backpack forgotten on the floor.

Chloe reaches over, hooks a finger in Cassie's waistband, tugs her shorts and panties down in one smooth motion. Cassie whimpers.

"Take your shirt off," Chloe tells her.

Cassie obeys. No bra. Perfect pale breasts, nipples already hard.

Chloe leans in and kisses her, soft at first, then deeper. Tongues sliding. Cassie moans into her sister's mouth.

I'm rock-hard and leaking, staring like an idiot. It was a fascinating sight actually

Chloe breaks the kiss, looks at me. "You gonna sit there or are you gonna fuck us both?"

I move before thinking

I pull Cassie onto her back first. She opens her legs immediately, breath hitching. It was a beautiful sight actually, was rock hard just by staring at it. I'm sure even gay guys would go hard by the incredible sight. I notch myself at her entrance, smaller than Chloe, tighter, and push in slow. She gasps, back arching. "Oh...fuck..." She moans lowly. A hint of pink flashing through her cheek

Chloe watches, one hand between her own thighs, rubbing lazy circles. "Good boy," she murmurs. "Give it to her."

I do.

I fuck Cassie steady and deep while Chloe leans down and sucks one of her sister's nipples into her mouth. Cassie's hands fly to both of our hair, mine and Chloe's, pulling hard.

The room smells like sex sweat perfume Lotion mixed with cum

Chloe climbs over Cassie's face without warning. "Eat me," she orders. A smirk on her face like this's not their first time doing this with each other

Cassie does, eager, messy, tongue working while Chloe grinds down. Tongue clicking deeper and faster into pussy while Chloe pushes in

I watch it happen inches from my face and something inside me snaps for good.

I pull out of Cassie, grab Chloe's hips, and slam back into her from behind while she rides her sister's mouth. Chloe cries out in estacy

"Fuck, yes, just like that "

Cassie's muffled moans vibrate through both of us.

I don't last long after that.

I come hard, buried deep in Chloe, hips jerking, groaning so loud my throat hurts. She clenches around me and comes too, thighs shaking, fingers digging into Cassie's hair.

Cassie follows seconds later, back bowed, muffled scream against Chloe's pussy.

We collapse in a sweaty tangle. Breathing ragged. heart pulse from the excersise

For a whole minute nobody speaks.

Then Chloe laughs, satisfaction in her tone "So....." she says, tracing lazy circles on my chest. "We doing this again tomorrow?"

I close my eyes.

"...Yeah," I mutter" I spoke again without thinking.

Cassie giggles against my shoulder. Gives me a soft kiss on the cheek, and Chloe kisses my jaw. "Good boy." She says

And just like that, I'm fucked by my own sisters