My stepbrother Caleb had fucked me in the shower less than half an hour ago. Bent me over, pounded me into the tile, came deep inside me while the water kept running like it could rinse away what we’d just done. It didn’t. Nothing could. Because I was still leaking when I stumbled back to the bedroom; bare, dripping, fucked-out and collapsed face-first on the bed.
And it didn’t stop there.
He walked in minutes later, saw me lying there with my ass on full display, and couldn’t help himself. Dropped the towel, got on his knees, and rimmed me so hard I forgot my own name. He spit in my hole, tongue-fucked it until I was a whining mess, and told me I tasted like his cum. Because I did.
Now we were both on the bed. Still bare. Still sweating. His spit was still drying on my skin. I could feel the trail of it between my ass cheeks, sticky and warm, mixed with his cum from earlier. And his cock? Still hard. Thick. Flushed red. Pointing straight up against his abs like it wasn’t even close to done with me.
He was lying on his side, staring at my ass like it had personally offended him.
“You’re not even pretending to be decent,” he said, voice low.
I smiled into the sheets. Didn’t bother looking back. “Should I?”
He didn’t answer. Just shifted behind me. I felt the bed dip. The warmth of him return. His hand landed on my hip. Then slid down. Between my thighs. My legs parted automatically, and he groaned when he saw what I was offering.
“Still stretched open,” he muttered.
“Still wet for my brother,” I added, voice smug.
That was all it took.
He gripped my waist, pulled me up onto my knees, and lined himself up without a second of hesitation. His cock pressed against me...hot, heavy and I felt the first thick inch start to slide in. I gasped. My whole body shivered. I was already ready for round 2.
He sank in slow.
Every inch dragged across my ass, stretching me back out, forcing my hole to take it again. My mouth fell open. I clutched the sheets tighter. My knees slipped on the mattress, legs already trembling.
“Fuck,” he groaned as he bottomed out. “Still feels so fucking good.”
He didn’t wait for my reply. He started moving. Deep strokes. Hips snapping forward in a rhythm that was slow but rough. He was fucking me like he had all the time in the world, even though we both knew he didn’t.
Slam.
Slam.
Slam.
Each thrust landed heavy. My ass clapped back against him with every motion. His balls slapped against me wetly, loudly.
Thwack.
Thwack.
Thwack.
I was panting into the sheets, head spinning, spit pooling in my mouth as his cock dragged over every sensitive nerve inside me.
He gripped my hips tighter. Bent forward. I felt his chest on my back now. His breath at my ear. “You want my cum once again, you cum slut?” he whispered.
“Yes,” I moaned. “Yes, bro, give it to me.”
“You sure your hole can take another load?”
I pushed back on him harder, grinding my ass into his hips. “Please, Caleb. I want your cum. I can take it. I want you to fill me up again.”
He growled and slammed into me hard enough to make the bed jerk.
Thwack.
Thwack.
Thwack.
My moans got louder. I couldn’t stop. My voice cracked every time his cock thrusted deep inside me . I was drooling down my chin, my cock untouched and leaking all over the sheets.
He reached around and grabbed my dick. One stroke and I almost came.
“Fuck,” I whimpered. “I can’t..I’m so close.”
“Not yet,” he said. “Hold it.”
I tried. I really did. But his cock was pounding my spot too perfectly. I was a mess. Legs shaking. Body twitching. My hole was clenching down so hard it made him grunt.
“Shit,” he hissed. “Keep doing that and I’m gonna unload really soon.”
“Then do it,” I said, breathless. “Cum in me. Fill me up again.”
He snapped his hips forward, over and over, faster now.
Slam.
Slam.
"Harder Caleb, fu-ck- a---aah.. Caleb", I moaned.
Slam.
Slam.
The room echoed with our sounds. Skin on skin. Breathing. Groaning. The wet slap of his cock driving in and out of my hole, each thrust rougher than the last.
“Did I mention how glad I am,” he growled. “that I decide to stay here for the night.”
“Yes,” I moaned as he fucked me harder. “You are welcome to stay anytime."
He let go. One last deep thrust. I felt his cock twitch, then pulse. He cursed loud and spilled inside me, his sperm hot and thick, filling me up again. I could feel it flooding inside my hole. Running down my thighs. Mixing with the mess already there.
I came seconds later. Without touching myself. My cock throbbed and shot all over the sheets as I screamed into the mattress. My whole body went limp.
He didn’t pull out right away.
Just stayed there. Cock buried in me. His breath shaky. His hands still gripping my hips like he wasn’t ready to let go.
"Fuck, round 2 was much better", he exhaled.
Eventually, he eased out.
I collapsed onto my stomach, panting, spent, ruined.
His warm cum dripped out of me in slow, warm trails. My thighs were sticky. The bed soaked.
I felt him flop down next to me, his arm brushing mine.
“Jesus,” he muttered. “I’m not gonna survive staying here another night.”
I turned my head and looked at him, grinning. “You think I am?”
He laughed. Then stared at me a beat longer. His eyes flicked down my body. To my ass. My thighs. My back. “Maybe I should come back after the wedding is over and fuck you again.”
I smirked. “I’ll still be spread open for you.”
He groaned. “Fuck.. My brother is such a slut”
And then he got up...reluctantly. His cock flaccid, his cum leaking out of me, and the wedding suit still untouched on the chair. I watched him grab the towel and head back to the bathroom, shaking his head. “I swear to God,” he muttered. “You’re gonna be the reason I miss the vows.”
I just smiled into the pillow, still leaking, still wrecked.
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