So my stepbrother Caleb was visiting the city. Just passing through on his way to a wedding. We hadn’t seen each other in years, and I barely remembered anything about him except the hoodie-wearing dude who never talked. But when he showed up at my place jacked, confident, cocky, he looked nothing like the guy I remembered. And that night, things got... complicated. One second I was staring at the thick bulge in his underwear while he slept. The next, I was on my knees with his cock in my throat. He came so hard I was still tasting it when I woke up.
I was still hard, too.
The sun was barely up. My room smelled like sweat and cum and guilt. And from the bathroom, I could hear the shower running. The door was cracked. Steam poured into the hallway like a scene from a movie. I should’ve rolled over and gone back to pretending last night didn’t happen.
But I didn’t.
I got up. Walked straight to the door. And stood there. Watching.
Caleb was under the spray, head tilted back, arms braced on the wall, water running in thick streams down his back and over the curve of his muscular ass. He looked like sin. His muscles glistened, flexing slightly with every breath, and his cock semi-hard and heavy, hung between his thighs like it belonged there. Every part of him screamed “off-limits.” And still, I couldn’t look away.
Then he turned his head. Caught me. A smirk spread across his face. “Still staring lil bro?”
My mouth went dry.
“Shut the door,” he said. “And get in here.”
I stepped in. The steam hit me first. Then him.
He didn’t even wait, just reached out, grabbed my waist, and yanked me under the water. My underwear was soaked instantly, clinging to me. His hands roamed down my back, over my ass, pulling me close. His cock bumped against my stomach, hot and thick. “I’ve been hard since I woke up,” he muttered. “You gonna take care of that again?”
I nodded.
But he didn’t move to push my head down. Instead, he spun me around.
“Not with your mouth this time.”
My breath caught. “You’re gonna...?”
“Yeah,” he said, kissing the back of my neck. “Gonna fuck you, lil bro”
I didn’t say a word. Just braced my hands against the wet tile and spread my legs.
He took his time. His fingers slid between my cheeks first, slow, teasing, opening me up under the hot water. He kissed down my spine while he worked me open, breath hot, cock pressed against my thigh. Every movement made me whimper. He was gentle, but firm. When he finally lined up, I was shaking.
“You ready?” he whispered.
“Yeah,” I gasped. “Fuck me.”
He pushed in. Slow. Deep. Inch by inch.
I moaned, forehead pressed to the tile. His cock stretched me open until I could barely breathe. It was too much. And still not enough. He leaned over my back, one hand gripping my waist, the other flat against the wall beside my head. His breath was hot on my ear. His hips pressed flush against my ass.
“God you feel good,” he whispered. “Tight as fuck.”
Then he pulled back. And started moving in and out of my hole.
Thwack...
Thwack...
Thwack...
The sound of it echoed through the shower. Skin on skin. Wet. Loud. Raw. The slap of his hips against my ass matched the rhythm of my heartbeat. I was bracing against the wall, legs wide, mouth open. I couldn’t think. Couldn’t speak. Just took it.
Thwack...
Thwack...
Thwack...
“Fuck dude,” he groaned, slamming back in. “I didn't know my brother's hole would feel this good”
His cock hit that spot again and again. My toes curled. My thighs trembled. Water streamed over us but it only made the whole thing messier. His hands were all over me. Gripping my waist. Spreading my cheeks wider. Running down my spine. The tile was cold but his body was fire.
Thwack...Thwack...Thwack...
He kept up the pace. No teasing. Just deep, filthy strokes that made me cry out every time he bottomed out. I could feel the sweat mixing with the water. Hear the squelch of each thrust as his cock drove into me over and over. He was breathing hard now. Groaning under his breath.
“Fucking look at you,” he muttered. “Bent over and dripping for me.”
I was. Leaking onto the shower floor. My cock hard, untouched, throbbing.
Then he spat. Right between my cheeks. Used his thumb to spread it, push deeper. The new slick made everything worse. Better. My knees nearly gave out.
Thwack...Thwack...Thwack...
He fucked me faster. Harder. The slap of his hips was brutal now. I was gasping, moaning with every thrust. The pressure was unbearable.
“Please,” I whispered. “I’m gonna... I need to...”
He reached around and grabbed my cock. Started jerking me in time with his thrusts.
Thwack...Thwack...Thwack...
“You gonna cum on my hand?” he asked. “While I’m fucking you open?”
I nodded. Couldn’t even form words. Just let out a choked moan.
And then I came. Hard. Cum spilled over his fingers, hitting the wall, the floor, my stomach. My whole body shook. But he didn’t stop.
Thwack...Thwack...Thwack...
He was groaning now. Fucking me deep. Rough. Possessive.
“I’m gonna fill you up again,” he said through gritted teeth. “Take it. Take all of it.”
I braced for it. Felt his cock swell inside me. Then....One final thrust. Buried to the hilt. He came. Hard. Grunting low. Hands gripping me tight as he spilled everything inside me. Hot. Thick. Endless.
We stayed like that. Him buried deep. Water pouring down over us. My legs shaking. His chest rose and fell against my back. After a moment, he laughed.
“Goddamn,” he breathed. “Now I wonder if going to that wedding is even worth it.”
What would you do if your stepbro caught you staring at him and wanted to fuck you in the shower. Would you submit your ass to him?
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