Jake had always been the cocky one in the house. Two years older than me, built like he lived at the gym, and walking around in nothing but gray sweats that left nothing to the imagination. We weren’t blood, just stepbrothers thrown together when our parents got married five years ago. I was eighteen now, legal in every way that mattered, and the tension between us had been boiling for months.
It started with the little things. Him catching me staring at the outline of his dick when he stretched after a workout. Me “accidentally” walking in on him in the shower, water running down his thick chest and over the heavy hang of his balls. We never said anything at first. Just smirked, looked away, then jerked off later thinking about it.
That night our parents were out of town for the weekend. The house was ours.
I was in the living room in just boxers when Jake came home from the gym, sweaty, shirt off, muscles pumped. He dropped his gym bag and looked me over like he was deciding something.
“You been waiting up for me?” he asked, voice low and rough.
I shrugged, heart pounding. “Maybe.”
He crossed the room in three strides, grabbed the back of my neck, and kissed me hard. No hesitation. His tongue pushed into my mouth and his free hand went straight down my boxers, wrapping around my already hard cock.
“Fuck, you’re leaking,” he growled against my lips. “Been thinking about your stepbrother’s dick, haven’t you?”
I nodded, hips jerking into his fist. “Yeah. Want it.”
He shoved me down onto the couch, yanked my boxers off, and spread my legs. His mouth went straight to my cock, sucking me deep and sloppy, spit running down my balls. I moaned loud, not caring who heard. Jake’s fingers found my hole and rubbed, pressing just enough to make me open up.
“Gonna eat this ass first,” he said, flipping me onto my stomach. His tongue licked a hot stripe over my hole, then pushed inside. He ate me like he was starving, fingers spreading me, spit making everything wet and messy. I pushed back on his face, grinding while he tongue-fucked me.
When he pulled away I heard his sweats hit the floor. His cock slapped against my ass, heavy and thick, the head already slick. He spit on it, rubbed the head against my hole, and pushed in slow but steady. The stretch burned so good I groaned into the cushion.
“Take it,” he grunted, bottoming out. “Fuck, your ass is tight. Been saving this hole for your stepbro?”
He started fucking me hard right away, no slow build. Every thrust slapped his balls against me and shoved me forward. I reached back and spread my cheeks so he could go deeper. Jake grabbed my hips, pulled me up onto my knees, and railed me, the wet sound of his cock sliding in and out filling the room.
“Harder,” I begged. “Fuck me like you mean it.”
He did. One hand in my hair, yanking my head back while he pounded me. His other hand reached around and stroked my cock in time with his thrusts. I came first, shooting all over the couch with a broken moan. My ass clamped down on him and he followed right after, burying himself deep and flooding me with hot cum. I felt every pulse.
We didn’t stop there. He pulled out, watched his load drip out of me, then flipped me over and fed his cock into my mouth so I could taste us both. I sucked him clean while he fingered the mess back into my hole. By the time he was hard again we moved to his bedroom.
He bent me over the edge of his bed and took me from behind again, slower this time but just as deep. Every stroke dragged over my prostate until I was leaking steadily onto the floor. He talked the whole time, raw and filthy.
“Look at you, stepbro. Taking my dick like a slut. Gonna fill this hole again. Gonna make you walk funny tomorrow.”
I came on his cock without touching myself, shaking and moaning his name. He pulled out, shot across my lower back, then rubbed it in with his fingers before pushing two back inside me.
We fucked twice more that night. Once in the shower, me on my knees gagging on his cock while water poured over us. Once with me riding him, his hands on my ass guiding me up and down until he came inside me again.
By morning we were sprawled in his bed, sticky and sore. Jake pulled me against his chest and muttered, “This stays between us. But we’re doing it again.”
I just smiled and reached down to stroke him awake. “Obviously.”
We spent the whole weekend turning the house into our own private fuck zone. Every room got used. Every position we could think of. And every time he called me his stepbro while he was balls-deep inside me, it only made it hotter.
