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Matt's knuckles were white around the steering wheel, fingers drumming impatiently as he idled at the red light. His shift had ended early--some bullshit about the fryer breaking down--and now he had the house to himself for once. The AC in his shitbox Civic barely worked, sweat already sticking his shirt to his back, but he didn’t care. He knew exactly how he’d be cooling off soon.
The second his key turned in the front door, he kicked off his shoes and headed straight for the living room. No need to be quiet--Mom was at work, and her new boyfriend wouldn’t be back until late. Neither would 'she'. Lauren. The thought of her name made his jaw tighten. Always smirking at him like she knew something he didn’t, like she was waiting for him to slip up.
Matt didn’t bother closing the blinds. Let the neighbors see if they wanted. He flicked on the TV, scrolling straight to the adult channels, and didn’t even wait for the scene to fully load before yanking his dick free from his jeans. It sprang up already half-hard, twitching against his stomach as the sounds of moaning filled the room.
He spit into his palm and wrapped his fingers tight around himself, eyes locked on the screen where some blonde was getting her ass pounded doggystyle.
The camera lingered on every detail: her pussy stretched around the guy’s cock, lips clinging wetly each time he pulled out. Matt’s grip tightened as he imagined Lauren bent over the couch like that--her tight little cunt taking every inch while she bit her lip to keep quiet. The thought sent a jolt through him, and he groaned, thumb rubbing rough circles over his leaking tip.
The front door slammed open. Matt barely had time to react before Lauren froze in the doorway, her gym slipping from her fingers. Her eyes locked onto his dick--hard, wet, twitching in his fist--then flicked to the TV where the blonde was screaming through another orgasm.
For a second, he thought Lauren would turn and leave. But then her nostrils flared, and she licked her lips. “You’re disgusting,” she breathed, but she didn’t move.
Matt stood, cock bobbing between them. “Then why are you still staring?” Lauren’s cheeks flushed, but she didn’t look away. He took a step closer, watching her chest rise faster. “You wanna touch it?” She exhaled sharply, and he knew. He grabbed her wrist, yanking her forward until her fingers brushed against his shaft. “Yeah, you do.”
Her breath hitched as he shoved her onto the couch, her leggings ripping slightly as he tore them down her thighs. The scent of her hit him--musky, sweet--and he buried his face between her legs before she could protest. Lauren arched off the cushions with a gasp, her fingers tangling in his hair as his tongue plunged inside.
“Fuck,” she whimpered, “don’t stop.”
He didn’t. The taste of her soaked his lips, her thighs trembling around his ears as he worked her clit with rough, circling strokes.
The porn still played behind them, moans mingling with Lauren’s sharp little cries. When she came, her cunt clenched around his tongue, her hips bucking wildly. Matt pulled back just enough to smirk up at her. “That all you got?”
Lauren’s eyes darkened. She grabbed his hair, yanking him up to crush their mouths together, her tongue shoving past his teeth.
He groaned into the kiss, grinding his cock against her soaked pussy until she broke away, panting.
“Stop teasing,” she ordered, shoving him onto his back. Her nails dug into his chest as she straddled him, sinking down in one smooth motion, her tight heat swallowing him whole.
Matt hissed through his teeth, hips jerking up instinctively. Lauren rolled hers, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she rode him, the wet slap of skin filling the room.
The TV’s glow painted her sweat-slicked body, her tits bouncing with every thrust.
“Fucking hell,” he gritted out, fingers bruising her hips. “You’re so goddamn tight.”
She leaned down, her lips brushing his ear. “Bet you’ve thought about this,” she whispered, her voice dripping with venom and desire. “Bet you’ve jerked off imagining me just like this.” He snarled, flipping her onto her stomach, plunging back into her without hesitation.
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Lauren cried out, fingers clawing at the cushions as he pounded into her, each snap of his hips driving her higher.
The couch creaked under them, the air thick with the scent of sex and sweat. Matt gripped her ponytail, pulling her head back as his other hand slipped between her legs, rubbing rough circles over her clit.
“Come again,” he demanded, feeling her walls flutter around him. Lauren sobbed, her body bowing as she shattered, her cunt milking him until he couldn’t hold back, burying himself deep with a groan.
Hot ropes of cum shot inside her, pulsing with each thrust as he rode out his orgasm. Lauren whimpered, her ass pressing back against him, taking every drop like she was made for it. He kept fucking her through it, slow and deep, until she trembled beneath him, oversensitive but still grinding back. “Fuck,” she breathed, voice wrecked. “You came so much...”
Matt pulled out with a wet sound, watching his cum drip from her swollen pussy.
Lauren turned her head, catching his gaze with a smirk--tired but victorious. He grabbed her hip, flipping her onto her back, his fingers already slicking through her folds. “Don’t look so smug,” he muttered, pushing two fingers inside her stretched cunt. “We’re not done.”
Her thighs fell open instantly, her back arching off the couch as he curled his fingers, rubbing that spot that made her gasp. The TV’s moans had faded to static, but Lauren’s noises were louder--broken pleas and sharp cries when his thumb found her clit again. “You’re gonna come one more time,” he growled, “then I’m taking that tight ass.” Her eyes flew open, dark with want, and she nodded frantically.
Matt didn’t ease up. He fucked her with his fingers, relentless, watching her stomach tighten, her muscles quivering.
Then she came with a scream, her body jerking violently--and suddenly, hot liquid gushed from her, soaking his wrist, dripping onto the couch cushions. Lauren’s entire body trembled, her cunt clenching around nothing as she squirted in pulsing waves, her chest heaving. “Holy shit,” Matt breathed, fascinated, rubbing her through it until she whimpered, oversensitive.
Before she could recover, he flipped her onto her knees, her ass in the air, her thighs still slick. Lauren gasped when he pressed his thumb against her tight hole, circling slowly, then pushing in just the tip.
She tensed, but he didn’t stop, working his thumb deeper as he lined his cock up with her dripping pussy. “Relax,” he ordered, and when she exhaled shakily, he shoved into her cunt in one brutal thrust, his thumb buried to the knuckle in her ass.
Lauren’s cry was half-pain, half-pleasure, her fingers scrambling for purchase on the couch as he fucked her hard, his balls slapping against her. The stretch was overwhelming--her ass clenched around his thumb, her pussy gripping him like a vise.
“Fuck, fuck,” she chanted, her voice breaking as he angled his hips, hitting that spot inside her that made her see stars. The wet sounds of their bodies were obscene, the air thick with the scent of sex and sweat.
Matt’s breath came in ragged bursts, his muscles coiled tight as he drove into her, his thumb pressing deeper with every thrust. Lauren’s back arched, her body trembling on the edge again, her cunt fluttering around him. “You gonna come?” he gritted out, his voice rough. She nodded frantically, her whimpers turning into broken moans as he twisted his thumb just right, sending her crashing over the edge. Her orgasm ripped through her, her pussy milking him as she screamed into the couch.
He wasn’t far behind. The sight of her--spread open, shaking, his cum still dripping from her--sent a jolt of heat through him. Matt pulled his thumb free, replacing it with two fingers, stretching her tight hole wider.
Lauren gasped, her hips jerking back instinctively, and he didn’t hesitate. He yanked his cock from her soaked pussy, lining up with her ass in one fluid motion. “Breathe,” he ordered, and when she did, he shoved in hard, burying himself to the hilt.
Lauren screamed, her back arching violently, her nails digging into the couch. Matt didn’t give her time to adjust.
He fucked her ruthlessly, his balls slapping against her swollen pussy, her ass clamping around him like a vise. “Fuck, look at you,” he growled, gripping her hips hard enough to bruise. “My slutty little stepsister, taking it in the ass like she was made for it.” Lauren whimpered, her body trembling, but she didn’t pull away. Instead, she pressed back against him, her breath coming in ragged gasps.
Matt slowed his thrusts, pulling out until just the tip remained inside her tight hole, teasing her. Lauren whined, her fingers clawing at the cushions. “Don’t stop,” she begged, her voice wrecked. He smirked, letting her feel the stretch as he eased back in--slow, deliberate, torturous. Her body quivered, her thighs slick with sweat and cum, her pussy still pulsing from her last orgasm. “Not yet,” he murmured, dragging his cock almost all the way out again, watching her hole cling to him. “Gonna make you wait.”
Lauren sobbed, her muscles clenching around him, her hips jerking desperately. She was close--he could feel it in the way her breath hitched, the way her ass fluttered around his cock. But Matt held back, his thrusts shallow, just enough to keep her on the edge without pushing her over. “Please,” she gasped, her voice breaking. “Please, fuck me--” He chuckled darkly, gripping her ponytail and yanking her head back. “Say it again,” he demanded, his hips rolling slow and deep. Lauren moaned, her body trembling. “Fuck me, Matt. Fuck me hard.”
With a snarl, he obliged. Matt slammed into her, his cock plunging deep into her ass, his fingers digging into her hips. Lauren screamed, her body bowing as he fucked her through her climax, her muscles clamping down on him like a vice. He didn’t stop, his thrusts growing rougher, his balls slapping against her slick thighs.
“Take it,” he growled, his voice rough with lust. “Take every fucking inch.” Lauren sobbed, her body shaking, her ass clenching around him as he drove her over the edge again--and this time, he followed her, his cock pulsing as he filled her to the brim.
When he finally pulled out, Lauren collapsed onto the couch, her chest heaving, her body limp. Matt smirked, watching his cum leak from her gaping asshole, dripping onto the ruined cushions.
She turned her head, her eyes half-lidded, her lips swollen from biting back her screams. “You’re fucking filthy,” she murmured, but there was no venom in her voice--just exhaustion and satisfaction. Matt chuckled, running a hand through his sweat-damp hair. “And whose fault is that?” Lauren’s lips curled into a lazy smirk, her fingers trailing through the mess between her thighs. “Guess we’re even now.”
She reached for him, pulling him down onto the couch beside her, her body molding against his despite the sticky heat between them. Their lips met in a slow, filthy kiss--tongues tangling, teeth scraping, the taste of sweat and sex on their tongues.
Lauren nipped at his lower lip, her fingers tracing lazy circles on his chest.
“Never thought I’d let you fuck me,” she admitted, her breath warm against his skin. Matt grinned, rolling her onto her back, his cock already twitching against her thigh. “Bullshit,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to her collarbone. “You’ve been thinking about this since the day we met.”
Lauren arched beneath him, her nails digging into his shoulders as he trailed kisses down her stomach, his tongue flicking over her sensitive skin.
“Admit it,” he growled, his fingers sliding through her soaked folds.
“You wanted this, you wanted your step brother's thick cock in that pretty pussy of yours.” She gasped when he pushed two fingers inside her, her hips jerking instinctively.
“Fuck you,” she breathed, but her thighs fell open wider, her cunt clenching around his fingers. Matt laughed, low and dark, his thumb rubbing slow circles over her clit. “No, baby,” he corrected, his voice dripping with smug satisfaction. “Fuck *you*.”