The day when I had to satisfy my stepbrother when I hurt him. Stepmom made me fix her 18-year-olds son’s cock. I am Alexa I am 22 years old and it all started when dad was at work, here goes:
“Ugh, damn it!” Darren’s voice whined, high and pathetic. He was all crumpled on my bedroom rug, hands clamped between his legs like he’d just been shot. Good. Maybe he’d think twice next time. I stood over him, arms crossed, still simmering with anger. He’d been in my room, again, and I’d caught him red-handed rooting through my underwear drawer. Seriously, who does that?
“What in the world is going on here?” Mom’s voice cut through the air, sharp and instantly annoyed. She was standing in the doorway, eyes narrowed like she already knew I was the one causing trouble. Her work clothes – a plain blouse and trousers – made her look even more disapproving than usual, especially when she looked at me in my comfy tank top and short skirt. Honestly, it was my room in my house. What did it matter what I wore?
“It’s Darren,” I said, spitting his name out like it tasted bad. “Being a creep.” I could feel my cheeks getting hot and my fists clenching. It always ended up like this. Me being the bad guy, no matter what he did.
“Alexa, what did you do to him?” Her voice was instantly on the attack, not even asking what happened, just assuming I was at fault. “And haven’t I told you to put on something more appropriate when you’re at home?” Her eyes flicked over my outfit again, like my clothes were the problem, not him being a pervert. She’d been like this ever since she and Dad got married, always ready to find fault with me, always taking Darren’s side. Probably because he played the innocent angel so well.
“I caught him going through my underwear drawer!” I yelled, my voice cracking a little. “My underwear drawer, Mom! Snooping like a pervert. When I told him to get out, he tried to… he tried to grab me.” My stomach twisted just remembering the way his hand shot out, fingers reaching for me. It was slimy and awful. And she was still standing there, looking at me like I was the one who’d started it. Why was she always, always on his side?
Mom rushed past me, kneeling down beside Darren like he was some wounded animal. “Oh, honey, get up.” Her voice was suddenly soft, all concern and sweetness for him. “Did she really hurt you that badly?” She helped him sit up, her hands lingering on his arm, stroking it gently. “Alexa, you hit him right in his… privates, didn’t you?” She didn’t sound angry, more like she was… disappointed in me. “Honestly, Alexa,” she sighed, shaking her head a little, “if you dress like that, you’re going to attract the wrong kind of attention. You need to apologize to Darren right now and make sure he’s alright.”
“WHAT? Are you actually serious?” I stared at her, mouth open, completely stunned. Apologize? To him? For defending myself from him being a pervert in my own room? It felt like I was in some kind of crazy nightmare.
“Yes, I am serious, Alexa.” Her voice was cold now, all the sweetness gone. “He didn’t do anything wrong. You’ve been acting out and causing trouble ever since I started dating your father.” She really hated me, didn’t she? Then, she turned her attention back to Darren, and her voice changed again, becoming low and almost… playful. “Come on, honey. Let’s… let’s make you feel better.” She looked at me then, a weird, unsettling look in her eyes, like she was expecting something from me. “Alexa is going to make it better for you, right?”
My blood went cold. My mother… what was she suggesting? What was that look? It was like… like she wanted me to…
Darren, still sniffling and pretending to be in pain, started fumbling with the buckle of his jeans. My eyes widened, and my heart started hammering in my chest. What was he doing? He unzipped his pants, the sound of the zipper screeching in the sudden silence of the room. And then, he pulled it out. His dick. Even though it was soft and shrunken, probably from where I’d kneed him, there it was, just… there. Long and thick, even limp. He held it out, offering it to me, like some kind of disgusting peace offering. And Mom just watched, her eyes fixed on me, still with that strange, disturbing expectation in them.
She moved closer, her hand on my shoulder, pushing me gently but firmly. “Go on, Alexa,” she murmured, her voice soft but with a sharp edge underneath. “Kiss it better. You hurt him, you make it better.”
I stared at her, then down at Darren’s limp dick. Disgust churned in my stomach. This was insane. But Mom’s hand was still on my shoulder, and her eyes… they were like ice. I felt trapped, like I couldn’t move, couldn’t breathe. Everything felt wrong, twisted.
Slowly, like I was moving through thick mud, she pushed me down. My knees hit the floor, hard. Darren shuffled closer, still holding it out, his eyes wet and pleading but also… something else. Something smug? I couldn’t tell. His limp dick was just inches from my face, pale and veiny and… disgusting.
“Kiss it,” Mom repeated, her voice low and insistent.
I closed my eyes for a second, trying to block out what was happening, but the image was burned into my mind. With a shaking breath, I leaned forward, my lips brushing against the soft, cool skin. It felt wrong, so wrong, like everything was upside down. I barely touched it, just a quick press of my lips, and then I pulled back, gagging slightly.
“Is that better?” Mom asked Darren, her voice still too sweet.
Darren sniffled again, looking up at her with those puppy-dog eyes. “No,” he whined, shaking his head a little. “Not really.”
Mom sighed, like she was impatient with him, but then she looked back at me, her eyes narrowing again. “Well then, Alexa,” she said, her voice dropping even lower, becoming almost a purr. “You need to try harder. Suck it for a little bit. Even if it’s soft, the sucking will help.”
My breath caught in my throat. Suck it? She wanted me to… to put his dick in my mouth? My stepbrother’s dick? Even though it was limp and disgusting? I stared at her, horror flooding through me, and then back at Darren, who was still holding it out, a strange little smile starting to twitch at the corner of his mouth.
She pushed my head again, a little harder this time, guiding me closer to Darren and his limp, exposed penis. My knees were on the floor, my stepbrother was in front of me, and his dick was just… just there.
I closed my eyes, nausea rising in my throat. This couldn’t be happening. It felt like some kind of sick, twisted nightmare. But Mom’s hand was still on my head, a subtle but unmistakable pressure urging me forward.
I closed my eyes and put the limp cock into my mouth and sucked on it slowly. Weird sucking a limp cock in my mouth.
My stomach churned, but the pressure on the back of my head didn’t relent. Closing my eyes tightly, I tentatively took Darren’s soft penis into my mouth. The texture was strange, unfamiliar, and utterly revolting. I tried to focus on anything else – the peeling paint on my bedroom wall, the faint scent of lavender from my lotion, anything to escape the reality of what I was doing.
But as I continued to suck, a strange sensation began to unfurl within me. The initial disgust remained, but it was slowly being overshadowed by a different kind of awareness. The rhythmic motion of my mouth, the feeling of his flesh against my tongue…it was undeniably…sensual. His penis began to harden, growing thicker and longer in my mouth. A low groan escaped Darren’s lips, and I felt a strange thrill course through me at the sound.
I found myself focusing on the sensation, letting go of the revulsion and allowing myself to experience the moment. The sucking became more deliberate, more confident. My hands, which had been clenched into fists at my sides, began to relax, one even moving up to cup Darren’s balls, gently stroking them.
As I continued, my own body began to respond. A warmth spread through my lower abdomen, and my breathing became shallow and rapid. A tingling sensation erupted between my legs, a familiar ache that demanded attention.
And that’s when I felt Mom’s eyes on me, a burning intensity that made my skin prickle. I risked a quick glance and saw her watching me, her expression unreadable. Her eyes flickered from Darren’s engorged cock in my mouth to my hand, which was now rhythmically rubbing against my own clit through my skirt.
A smirk slowly crept across her face. “Oh, you like his dick, don’t you?” she said, her voice a low, husky purr. The question wasn’t accusatory, but rather…knowing. Like she’d been waiting for this all along.
“Honey she is rubbing her pussy, do you think you are hard enough for action yet,” she said to Darren.
Darren shifted, adjusting himself slightly. “I think so,” he mumbled, his eyes glued to my face, a mixture of lust and nervousness swirling within them.
Mom chuckled, a low sound that sent shivers down my spine. “Good. Because I think Alexa is ready for you.” She reached down and hiked up my skirt, exposing my thighs and the thin lace of my panties. My breath hitched as her fingers brushed against my skin, sending a jolt of electricity through my body.
“Alexa,” she murmured, her voice barely a whisper, “are you wet?”
I couldn’t speak, couldn’t deny the truth that was evident in the dampness staining my panties. I simply nodded, my cheeks burning with shame and arousal.
“Then let’s give Darren a little taste, shall we?” With a swift, practised motion, she reached under my panties and found my clit, stroking it with a firm, insistent touch. A moan escaped my lips, and my hips instinctively bucked against her hand.
“Easy, honey,” she whispered. “Save some for Darren.” She turned her attention back to him, her eyes locking with his. “Take her, baby. She’s all yours.”
Darren, emboldened by her words and my obvious arousal, reached down and pulled down my panties, tossing them aside as if they were nothing more than a discarded wrapper. My thighs were now bare, exposed to the cool air and the hungry gaze of my stepbrother.
He shifted again, positioning himself between my legs. I could feel the heat radiating from his body, the hard ridge of his cock pressing against my entrance. My heart pounded in my chest, a mixture of fear and anticipation warring within me.
He hesitated for a moment, his eyes searching mine. “Are you sure?” he whispered.
I looked at him, at the raw desire in his eyes, and then at Mom, who was watching us with an expression that was both encouraging and possessive. The weight of their expectations pressed down on me, suffocating me.
But beneath the fear and confusion, a flicker of excitement ignited within me. A forbidden thrill at the thought of surrendering to this moment, of giving in to the desires that had been simmering beneath the surface for so long.
With a shaky breath, I nodded. “Yes,” I whispered. “I’m sure.”
He didn’t need any further encouragement. With a groan, he pushed forward, his cock sliding into me with a slow, deliberate thrust.
And then he was inside me, filling me completely. A wave of heat washed over me, and I gasped, my body arching against his. He began to move, his strokes slow and steady at first, then building in intensity as my arousal deepened.
I closed my eyes, focusing on the sensations that were flooding through me. The feel of his flesh against mine, the rhythmic push and pull, the tightening of my muscles around him. It was overwhelming, intoxicating.
And through it all, I could feel Mom’s eyes on me, watching, judging, and somehow…approving. It was a strange, unsettling feeling, but it only served to heighten the intensity of the moment. I was being watched, being used, but somehow, I was also enjoying it.
As Darren’s movements became more frantic, Mom was staring at his cock pumping in and out my wet hole. “Alexa I am proud of you taking my baby so well.”
Darren, slick with sweat, braced his hands either side of my head, his breath hot against my ear. “God, Alexa,” he groaned, the words almost lost in the rhythmic slapping of skin against skin. “You feel so fucking good.” Ugh, I mouthed, but the noise that came out was more of a constricted whimper. He didn’t notice, or didn’t care, because he just kept going, harder now, deeper. “Uhnnng,” he moaned, each thrust punctuated by the guttural sound.
My body, traitorous thing, was starting to catch up. The initial shock had given way to a dull ache, then a prickling heat, and now, a strange insistent throb deep inside. I clenched my teeth, trying to focus on the peeling wallpaper, the dust motes dancing in the weak sunlight filtering through the blinds. Anything but this.
But then Mom’s voice, dripping with honeyed malice, cut through the fog of sensation. “That’s it, darling. Take it all. Show her what she’s been missing.” The words were like a cold splash of water, jolting me back to reality. This wasn’t some anonymous encounter, some fleeting escape. This was Darren, my stepbrother, and Mom, watching, orchestrating this sick tableau.
I squeezed my eyes shut, tears pricking at the corners. My hips bucked involuntarily as Darren thrust again, and a strangled sound escaped my lips. “Uhnnng…ughnn…” I moaned, the sound thick with a mixture of pleasure and disgust. I was a fucking symphony of contradictions.
“Hear that, Darren?” Mom purred. “Alexa likes it rough. Don’t disappoint her.” She leaned closer, her breath tickling my neck. “Doesn’t she sound good, darling? So wet, so desperate.” And then, her fingers, those damned fingers, found their way back to my clit, teasing, circling, driving me further into the abyss.
I bit down on my lip, trying to stifle the moans that threatened to erupt. “Unnnngh FUCK…” I gasped, the words barely audible.
But Mom just chuckled a low, throaty sound that sent shivers down my spine. “Oh, I don’t think so, darling. You’re far too close now. And besides,” she added, her voice dropping to a whisper, “I’m enjoying this far too much.” Her fingers found the sensitive nub and started a rhythmic circling. I was now moaning loudly, a guttural “MMMMMM” coming from deep within me. “Harder Baby” she instructed Darren.
Darren, fueled by her words and my obvious torment, obliged. His thrusts became more violent, each one slamming into me with brutal force. The pain was exquisite, a searing heat that threatened to consume me. “Ughggggg…Darren…please,” I whimpered, but it was no use.
And then, it happened. A wave of overwhelming sensation crashed over me, obliterating everything else. My body convulsed, my muscles clenched, and I let out a primal scream that echoed through the room. “Ughh… Oh… Oh fuck… Yessssss…Uhhhhhhhhhh!” The climax ripped through me, leaving me gasping for breath, my body trembling uncontrollably.
Mom watched, a satisfied smirk playing on her lips, as I rode out the waves of my orgasm. Darren, his face contorted with concentration, continued his relentless thrusting, prolonging my pleasure and pain.
“That’s it, baby,” he grunted, his voice strained. “Milk my cock.” I could only moan in response, my body no longer my own. Mom’s fingers, still buried deep inside me, worked in tandem with Darren’s thrusts, drawing out every last shudder and gasp. “Look at her, Darren,” she purred. “She’s so beautiful when she’s cumin.”
Darren’s pace quickened, his hips slamming against mine with bruising force. “I’m…I’m gonna…” he panted, his words punctuated by ragged breaths. “Inside her,” Mom commanded, her voice brooking no argument. “Fill her up, darling. Give her all you got, HARD.”
Darren groaned loudly, his body tensing as he slammed into me one final time.”Ughhhhhhhhhh!” he yelled, his voice echoing off the walls as he came inside me. I could feel his hot seed filling me up, coating my insides with his sticky essence.”Ohhhhhhh fuckkkkkkk!” he moaned, his hips jerking erratically as he emptied himself into me.
Mom watched with a satisfied smile, her fingers still buried deep inside me, feeling every twitch and throb of Darren’s orgasm. “That’s it, baby,” she cooed. “Give it all to her. Every last drop.” I could only whimper and moan, my body overwhelmed by sensation, as Darren’s cum continued to flood into me.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Darren’s movements slowed, his breathing ragged. He collapsed on top of me, his sweaty chest heaving against mine.
Mom gently pushed Darren off me, his softening cock slipping out with a wet plop. I lay there, legs splayed, Darren’s cum leaking out of me and onto the floor. Mom stood over me, looking down with a mixture of satisfaction and something else… hunger?
“Well, Alexa,” she said, her voice smooth as silk. “Wasn’t that nice? I think you and Darren make a wonderful pair.” She reached down, scooping up some of the cum on my thigh and bringing it to her lips. She sucked it off her finger, her eyes never leaving mine. “Mmm, delicious,” she purred.
Darren, still catching his breath, looked up at her with adoring eyes. “Mom, that was amazing, “he breathed. “Alexa’s pussy is incredible.”
“Glad you enjoyed it, baby, now both of you get cleaned up, I am making dinner,” with that she left the room as I adjusted my panties and covered my pussy. I actually enjoyed it, I smiled at him.
Darren grinned back at me, his eyes shining with a newfound affection and desire.”That was insane,” he said, shaking his head in disbelief. “I never thought… I mean, I always wondered, but…” He trailed off, his gaze drifting down to my lips, then lower, to where my hand rested protectively over my still-throbbing pussy.
I felt a flutter in my stomach at the way he was looking at me, a mix of excitement and apprehension. This was my stepbrother, after all. But the memory of what we’d just done, the intense pleasure and the twisted satisfaction of it all, was still fresh in my mind.
“So, um,” I started, my voice sounding husky to my own ears. “Does this mean we’re… I don’t know, a thing now?” I bit my lip, suddenly feeling shy and unsure. “Sorry about kicking you in your dick, I bet you are glad I did now.”
Darren chuckled a low, warm sound that sent a shiver down my spine. “Yeah, I’d say we’re definitely a thing now,” he replied, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he smiled. “And don’t worry about the dick-kicking. I think it was worth it. I guess your my little fuck toy, mmm my big sister.”
Mom’s voice drifted up the stairs, breaking through the haze of our post-coital daze.“Dinner’s ready! Come eat before it gets cold!”
Darren and I exchanged a look, a silent understanding passing between us. We quickly cleaned ourselves up and made our way downstairs, trying to act as normal as possible despite the lingering ache between my legs and the knowing glances we kept exchanging. As we sat down at the table, Mom looked up from serving the food, her eyes flicking between us. There was a subtle smirk on her lips, a hint of satisfaction in her gaze.
“Bet you are both hungry after that… session,” she smirked at the table. “I was tempted to join in haha but he’s my son I couldn’t do that. Listen we can’t tell your dad Alexa.”
“Of course not,” Darren replied smoothly, his voice steady and reassuring. “What happens in this house, stays in this house. Right, Alexa?” He looked at me expectantly, a subtle warning in his gaze. I swallowed hard, forcing a smile onto my face.
“Right,” I echoed, my voice barely above a whisper. “Just our little secret.” The words tasted bitter on my tongue, but I knew there was no other choice. Not if we wanted to keep this twisted peace.