I slam the door behind me. Anger courses through my veins and I know I should calm myself before I confront him. But I don't. I instead, storm through the house like a rage fueled bullet.

I find him in his room. He's sitting on his bed with his back against the wall. One knee bent with his book leaning against it. Headphones atop his head.

I don't think.  I just blow.

My bag flies across the room to hit him in his chest. "You Bastard!" I scream, as his book flutters to the floor.

His eyes shoot up to mine in shock. He removes his headphones and stands up.

"Cassandra. What's happened?"  He asks me quietly, afraid of the answer.

"You! You fucking happened. Why did you do this to me Lucas? You've ruined everything.  Everything.  You've turned my life upside-down because of a damn stupid fantasy."

"This isn't just a fantasy Cassie. Now calm the fuck down, and talk to me."

"No. Fuck you.  And fuck your nasty perverted dreams."

With that,  I spin on my heel and make my way to the door. He grabs my arm just before I reach the handle and yanks me back to him. But I'm in no mood to play. I pull my arm back and swing it. Hitting him square in the face, the slap loud in the sudden silence.

He doesn't back down, but instead with anger marring his hazel eyes he crushes me against the door and slams his mouth down onto mine.

I fight back.  But I fight with my teeth. My anger finds slow release within the biting of lips, and fighting of tongues. I kiss him back.  With everything I have. 

It doesn't take long to realise I need more. I tug the shirt up his stomach, but he's too big and I struggle. He quickly pulls it off himself, tugging from the back and pulling it over his head.

Then his mouth is on my neck. He pulls my hair to present my neck properly, and there he kisses and bites me.

It's still not enough.

I rake my nails down his hard abs and he growls into my ear. Pressing his erection against my bundle of nerves, he releases my hair and pulls both sides of my shirt.

I hear the sounds of my buttons as they scatter onto the wooden floor. But his mouth and hard cock are working well to distract me.

I go for the button on his jeans next. I need to get them off fast. Before I change my mind. My hands are shaking and yet again he comes to my aid. Stepping back he removes his jeans, boxers too.

My heart pounds at the sight of his naked body,  but he's moved away from me and I can't wait.

I remove the shirt dangling on my arms and charge at him. I push him onto the bed and lifting my skirt, I slide my panties aside and impale myself on his huge throbbing dick.

I ride him fast and hard, his fingers dig into my hips as he thrusts back into me.

I press my hands against his chest. "Fuck you!" I tell him between moans. He's groaning too, but he still replies. "And fuck you too."

I slap his face again.  Only this time,  it's while I'm fucking him. His jaw tenses. A muscle flickering there, but he doesn't complain.

My orgasm nearly there, I pull my hand back to hit him again but he surprises me.

He suddenly flips us over, hardly interrupting the rhythm of our bodies. When I'm beneath him, he grabs both of my wrists in one large hand and holds them above my head. He pounds into me harder, and I come. Exploding around his dick.

"Whant it rough do we Cassandra?" He grabs the cups of my bra and yanks them under my tits, forcing my tits to be lifted. I nod my head.

He bends his head, and continuing to pound me he sucks a sensitive nipple into his mouth. He sucks hard, and I groan out my reaction. He keeps one hand around my wrists and takes the other to my clit. He pinches me hard, and my next orgasm inches its way closer.

He carries on until I come. Then he slides his cock out of me, leaving my juices to run down my thighs. He grips my arm and marches me to his desk.

There, he bends me over and tells me to watch us in the mirror. I can see him from the angle we're at. I watch as he pulls my thong. It digs in painfully, but then he shoves a thumb through the flimsy material and my pussy is free. He rolls the fabric up my tummy along with my skirt like a belt.

Then he fists his big, thick cock and slams into my pussy from behind. I can see it all, and I've never seen anything so hot. I watch our reflection as he slams into me. One hand pushing against my back and the other grabs a handful of my hair.

"Are you watching Cassie? You fucking love it don't you? You love how I can play your body." he keeps eye contact through the mirror. And begins to fuck me harder, faster. His dick pounding deeper.

I come. I come hard, while staring into his eyes. While I watch his cock use my pussy like a new toy.

He gets even rougher. The desk holding my weight shakes beneath us, and his black lamp falls and crashes to the floor.

"Tell me Cassandra!" He roars it. His pleasure strong.  His release close.

"Yes! Yes, I love the way you fuck me Lucas. I fucking love the way you use my body."

That's what he needed. He becomes frantic, as his release draws closer.

Another orgasm blows through me, and it easily rolls into another. As I'm working through my orgasm, he bends over me, his mouth at my ear. "You're mine."

He growls the words. And I feel him as he explodes inside of me. He thrusts roughly, three more times as I wander through the storm of my orgasm.

I close my eyes. Breath in deeply.

"Yes. I'm yours."

College has been hard today. I haven't been able to concentrate,  my thoughts constantly straying to Lucas.

There must be something wrong with me to actually want this.

I've decided to go to Aarons anyway. Perhaps it can feel like that with him.

I knock on his door and wait.

The door swings open to reveal my sweet in nothing but a towel. His hair still damp from his shower.

I throw myself at him, wrapping my legs around his waist. He carries me through to his sofa, and keeps me on his lap. Our tongues dancing together. This isn't the same.

Where's the excitement?

I know. I still have clothes on. That's it!

I quickly stand and strip off my clothes. Before long I'm naked before him. I rip the towel from his waist to find his hard cock waiting for me.

I don't wait. I position myself above him, but my back to him and then slowly slide him into my hole.

He groans loudly as I begin to ride his dick, his hands at my waist. I don't want them there, I grasp his fingers and place them on my tits before bouncing harder.

He's still being so loving.  His fingers gently stroke over my nipples and his mouth comes to kiss the side of my neck.

Where's his passion?

"Aaron... Talk dirty to me."

His hands falter before he begins to speak. Is this cruel of me? Aaron isn't like this.

"I love how my cock feels inside your pussy."

I realise I'm slightly bored. He isn't doing anything. I pretend his voice is deeper, gruff.

I'm wetter already. Fuck Lucas for doing this to me.

Fuck it all. I pretend Aaron is Lucas. And I start to build straight away.

"That's right baby. Keep talking."

I rub my clit while I ride him, his voice at my ear. "I love it when you ride my dick like this. My sexy little minx."

He continues to talk to me, and I'm close.  So, so close. I bounce on him harder. My tits hitting against my rib cage. I rub myself harder with one hand,  and tighten his grip on my tit with other.

"Oh jesus. Cassie, slow down.  I'm going to come."

"No Aaron. Don't come yet."

I continue at my pace. I'm too close.

But I feel him release.

My eyes tear up, and I stop. His heavy breathing in my ear. I fucking hate him.

How dare he do this to me. I was fucking content til he decided he wanted to play some kinky game of brother and sister.

Now I'm screwed.

I get off of Aaron and begin to put my clothes on. I can't stay here at the moment.

"Gotta go babe. Had a harsh lecture today. I need to go over my notes."

"Alright Cas. Are you OK?"

I've dressed in record time and I'm heading towards the door when I reply. "Yeah. Just a lot to do you know."

I'm going to go home and give Lucas a peice of my mind. He's ruined me.

I pull the door open and walk away with a distracted wave at Aaron.  Fucking hell. He doesn't deserve this.

When I look back I see he's at the door with the towel around his waist. He's waiting.

I forgot to tell him I love him...

I wake up, stirring in a bed that isn't mine. It doesn't take long for me to remember.  I'm so sore.

Why on earth would I allow that to happen? It was fantastic,  that's a given, but it was so wrong. What's wrong with me?

I feel his erection press against my backside.  His arm around my waist tightens. He's awake.

I can't do this.

I scramble across the bed, dragging the thin white linen with me.

I stand at the wall, wide eyed and waiting.  I watch as lucas sits up. His eyes show the worry he's trying to conceal.

"Calm down Cassie. I ain't going to bite you.  Not unless you ask me." he wriggles his eyebrows at me in a cheeky show.

"How can you be joking about this Lucas? This is fucked up and you know it. I need to get to college. This was a total mistake."

I scurry to the door, with my makeshift toga. But he's faster. He blocks my exit with his big strong body. If it came down to it, he could keep me here with a simple flick of his wrist. There's no way I could overpower him.

But he's not trying to intimidate me. His hands clasp together in front of him as if begging.  "Don't say that Cassie. You're just confused baby. Give me another chance. I'll show you tonight how good it can be."

Uh, uh. Not gonna happen.  I need to get out of here fast. I know he can change my mind, and I need to think without him being here with me. Last night proves it.

"No. I'm going to Aarons after college. I already made plans with him."

I watch as his eyes darken,  and panicking I back up. I keep walking until I smack the back of my knees onto the bed. I tumble onto it, and Lucas isn't slow to make his move.

He's quickly on his knees at my open legs. I frantically try to right the sheets around me, try to cover my bare self.  But he isn't having it.

He shoves me onto my back and pushes the sheets up and over my head. I'm naked now from the top of my stomach to my toes, the sheets covering my head, breasts and ribs. My arms wrapped in the sheets too, I struggle to get free.

I yelp at the feel of his hot tongue on my wetness. I stop struggling.  It's futile anyway.  I'm stuck within the linen, I can't find the opening.  He licks the length of my slit again.  Circling my nub with the tip of his tongue.

I moan loudly. I've always wanted to come this way. But not with him. It should be with Aaron.

I feel his teeth graze my most sensitive part and it drives me insane. I imagine it's Aaron.  His blonde head at the opening of my thighs, not Lucas's dark one.

He licks again,  applying more pressure, but keeping a slow pace. Oh my God. I've never felt anything so heavenly.  I moan loudly and try to grab his hair to force him to increase his speed.

I remember my arms are restrained in the sheets. The linen acting as restraints and a blindfold. Fuck. Even that's hot. I grind instead, rubbing my slickness against his mouth. Then I squeeze my thighs around his head, pressing him into me.

He doesn't allow it.

He spreads my legs, and keeps tight grips on my thighs. I can't move.

He licks. Slowly.  Torturing me with his pleasure. One.  Two. Three. Four times.

"I'm gonna eat you so damn hard, he'll taste me on you.  I'm gonna make your orgasm so big, that you'll think of me each time you sit the fuck down. I'm gonna make your tight wet cunt so sore that you'll think about how much you love my dick in you each time you walk."

Then he devours me. His mouth eating my pussy, like it's his last meal. His tongue pushes inside of my hole, in, out, in, out. He has me gushing quickly. His teeth dig into my swollen clit, and I scream as my orgasm comes.

I know it's him. And I think about what he's doing to me as I come. I imagine his face pressing against my come covered pussy, while he licks me clean.

The image is delicious.  I need to get him out of my head.

He doesn't stop his assault on my quivering pussy. He continues, only slightly faster. As if my juices have given him the drug he was craving.  He eats me still. Forcing the climb of my next orgasm.

"Tell me you love how I eat your pussy Cassandra.  Scream it out and I'll let you come quick."

I'm already close, so ignore him. I continue to moan. My attempts to push my pussy against him unsuccessful because of his grip on me.

Shit. He's a clever Bastard.  He slows down. Then speeds up, til I'm close again.  Then he slows down.

"I love the way you eat my pussy!"

He speeds up for me, adding a finger to pump my hole.

"Say my name Cassandra!  Fucking scream it!"

He presses his mouth to my clit and sucks hard, while his finger violently fucks my pussy.

"Lucas! Aaah, fuck. Fuck! LUCAS!!!!"

I come hard. My whole body shaking in a messy heap of satisfaction. 

Jesus Christ. 

Who would of guessed it could be like that.

I let my stepbrother eat my pussy. Twice.

I didn't say no!

I'm going to hell...

A mighty growl escaped him at my plea. A mixture of victory and lust danced in his eyes as he used one hand to grip his mammoth cock.

He brushed the tip of himself against my wetness, swirling my juices over my clit and around my entrance. He plays this game with me long enough to make me ask.

"Please lucas. Please." A whimper leaves me as he applies more pressure to my clit.

He looks down and directs himself to my hole, and watches as our bodies become one.

His fingertips dug into the soft flesh of my hips as he so, so slowly sunk his huge length into my wetness. Inch by thick inch he slowly and gently filled me.

He tortures me with it. He's far too slow, it's torturous. Almost painful. I feel every single part of him as he stretches me.

Then grabbing both of my thighs he moves us to the bed, our bodies still joined from where his dick is buried inside of me.

I've never been to this level of pleasure before, never even visited. And it's so wrong. So so bad of us. But he's stirring things inside of me that I've never even dreamt of.

It's so wrong. I have a boyfriend.  And worse, lucas is my stepbrother. We shouldn't be doing this.

Should I stop this now?

He slowly pulls his length out of me, leaving only his tip inside of my oasis. It still feels like so much.

My thoughts fly away. His muscled body towers over me. He's leant over me, has me caged.

His body's actions make me feel vulnerable.  But his eyes make me feel powerful. The combination overwhelms me. I don't know what to do, what to say or where to go.

He lowers his head, and I watch as his tongue snakes over my breast. He sucks in a nipple and his teeth gently graze it forcing me to moan out loud again.

"Tell me what you want Cassie. Tell me what will make you explode."

He whispers it into my ear, before trailing his tongue around the edge. Shivers tremble down my spine in pleasure, but I'm at a loss for words.

How am I supposed to tell him what I want when I don't know myself.

He slams his monster into me, the force sending me up the bed. I scream. Arching my back, my hands shoot up and grip onto his strong broad shoulders. My nails digging in.

He likes it, I watch as he moans and quivers. His excitement excites me. I drag my nails down his back to see his reaction.  He shivers again.  And with a deep growl, his eyes darken and he begins to really fuck me.

He wraps one arm around the top of my shoulders to keep me in place,  stop me from sliding up the bed with each powerful thrust. He grabs my left hip with his other hand and holds me tight as he pounds into me repeatedly.

I can't handle it. Soon enough I can feel it building. I wrap my legs around his waist and squeeze my eyes shut as my orgasm closes in. But lucas has other ideas.

He turns me onto my side, and I almost cry at the movement.  I was so close. He moves my leg that's touching the mattress to my chest.

"Keep that leg there Cassie. I fucking mean it!"

"Ok." I'm still panting, willing my heart to slow.

Then he pulls my other leg to his own chest. My muscles burn like this, but I'm so open, I guess he can get really deep in this position.

He slams into me yet again, and he pounds into me quickly. Hard, deep, fast thrusts force my orgasm quicker.

He must feel me tighten around him, because suddenly he slows his pace. "Don't you dare fucking come Cassie. Not yet. I need to make your orgasm the best fucking release you'll ever have. I need to make you scream."

I continue to moan at his slow powerful thrusts. This position must be some kind of magic. Or is it him?

His hand suddenly slaps against my arse leaving a burning sting, "Do you understand Cassie? Don't fucking come"

"Yes Luke. Yes. I won't come."

He begins to speed up his pace again. The feeling builds quickly,  and I know I won't be able to hold it. Only this time he tightens one hand around my leg against his chest, ensuring I can't move.

His other hand moves to where his dick is beating my wet sensitive pussy, and he starts to circle my clit in rough fast circles.

The building sensation twists and changes, turns into something alien. It quickly gets so powerful that I start clawing the sheets. Animalistic sounds coming from my throat as I slam my head back and forth.

Lucas growls louder, his thrusts becoming frantic. He bends my knee over his shoulder and leans his body weight onto me.

I'm screaming now, unable to contain it. What the fuck is he doing to me? His thumb presses harder onto my clit and I try to wriggle away. It's too much for me. It's too intense.

He slides his hand into my sweat covered hair and gets a tight grip before slamming his mouth down onto mine in a brutal kiss. He steals my moans. Captures my screams in his own mouth.

Oh my God. I'm getting close now. It can't build much more.  It just can't,  I'm already at the edge. Why can't I fall?

He changes tactic again.  This time, moving me onto my front.  I'm resting on my forearms and knees. He doesn't give me time to get comfortable but pushes my head to the bed and begins to screw my hole like his favourite toy. His fingers already on my clit.

He uses his other hand to squeeze and pinch my nipple.  I'm at the edge again and I bite into the cushion I rest my head on to stifle my moans.

"Fuck yeah! That's it Cassie. You can do it baby. You're gonna squirt all over this damn bed for me, like the naughty girl you are."

I can't muffle my screams anymore.  They're loud and echo off the walls. What the fuck kind of orgasm is this?! I can't reply. I can't even think. My whole being has been sucked into some kind of extreme insanity.

And my body writhes under his grip, like I'm trying to escape.

He pounds harder, circles my oversensitive clit faster. He releases my nipple and brings his hand to my throat. Squeezing tightly he lifts my head from the bed, he arches my back and puts his mouth to the side of my neck.

He sucks and kisses me there. But continues to slam into my core with an almost painful strength.

And fucking jesus Christ, I build even further.

"Come on Cassie. Be a bad fucking girl! Be my dirty, dirty slut.  Come for me."

His words tip me over the edge. My body tightens so much it hurts. But he continues to pump into my tightened core, brushing my g spot each time. Something bursts within me, and suddenly I'm flying. My body shatters into a million tiny peices, and I come, huge and gushing. 

My come squirting across the bed beneath me. My body collapses. Exhausted from the pleasure he's given.

But he's not finished.

He doesn't slow, but speeds up. Abusing my body like his personal doll. His strength alone holding me up.

He bites onto my ear, his almighty thrusts, beastly.

"Cassandra..."  My name roared from his mouth pushes another orgasm from me. Our releases collide together, creating a huge explosion.

I'm already drifting when I hear lucas speak.

"And tomorrow Cassie.  Tomorrow,  I'll show you something real  special."

Dante James is the man everybody should go to when there's a sexual kink you just can't work through.

My name is Jewel Clarkson and I'm an officer of the law. My job is one where I can rarely hand over control. But with him, I can.

With Dante James I don't need to be in control of anything. He will take over. He will have control over my body, my juices, my soul. Even my mind.

When I'm with him, I belong to him. I am his.

I call him master. He calls me a number of names. But I know to answer to any. I know to follow his orders and as I look up from my position on my knees, I see him.

I see his oily muscled body. The only material on his flesh are the tight leather trousers that hang low on his hips.

His smoky grey eyes meet mine before he speaks.

"X marks the spot Jewel. Come to me."

"Yes master."

He crouches low to the ground and uses one long finger to beckon me.

I crawl to him. Slowly, and sensually. I'm already naked and as I make my way to him my juices run.

He will have me. And he will have me any way he wishes.

I finally reach him and lean back on my heels, awaiting my next order like the good slut I am.

"Now that you've reached the X, you're going to give me a show worth watching aren't you Jewel?"

"Yes Master, I am."

X is a toy. It is a dildo attached to a pole that will thrust, jerk and vibrate once the switch is clicked.

The pole can be extended, shortened and turned. Last time he had me restrained on the cold ground and flattened the pole so that the toy could penetrate me with no movement on my side.

I came a lot.

This time he wants to challenge me. I can see it in his eyes. He wants to push me to places I haven't been. He wants to see the mental fight between my mind and my body.

"Stand up. And keep your feet either side of the pole. Don't move."

"Yes master."

I'm fast, and once I have taken the position, I stand still with my hands behind my head. My elbows pointing outward.

He pulls the pole so that the toy is resting at my hole. I'm wet enough that we don't need lube, but he still spreads the liquid onto the silicone penis.

"You are a good slut aren't you Jewel?" He asks before standing up and looking me square in the eyes.

"Yes master."

My core tightens with the anticipation. It's these moments I need. I crave this. And Dante James will give me whatever I need. However I need it.

"Keep your hands behind your back and spread your arse cheeks. Hold them like that until I tell you otherwise."

"Yes master."

And as soon as I have done this, he clicks the switch on the toy.

It shoots up into me and twists within the vibrations. It's rough, fast, violent. It's what I need today.

My spreading my cheeks like this, makes things feel different. It almost feels like my arse is being used to.

The toy pounds me quick and it doesn't take long for my first orgasm to hit me.

It blows me away and I struggle to keep my position. My hands want to pull away and my legs want to give my pussy the freedom it craves.

My master takes a step closer. His eyes are dark and intense. He does nothing but click the switch again to speed the toy up.

And then he straightens, unzips his trousers and shows me his huge beast.

"You want to suck him, don't you slut?!"

"Yes master." I cry out. "Yes I do."

I come again and my moans become louder, faster.

"Well I'm not going to come to you. Bend over and make your mouth reach me."

I bend slowly as another orgasm pushes at me. And I'm bent at a ninety degree angle with my hands still spreading my arse cheeks and I have to stretch my torso out.

But I can reach. Almost.

I snake my tongue out and land a touch on the tip of his monster when he grabs my hair in a tight grip and arches my neck back.

"Did I tell you to begin, whore?"

"No master." I cry out, my orgasm has just blown and the toy is even deeper this way.

"What do you say?"

"I'm sorry master."

"What are you sorry for?"

"Trying to taste your big dick without your permission Master."

"Good girl. Now beg me to taste my dick."

It feels as though my body is too excited and I try hard not to writhe and let the sensations attack me.

"Please master. Please let me taste your big thick dick. Please let me suck on your cock until you tire of me."

And then he pounds to the back of my throat. He fucks my mouth just as hard as the toy fucking my pussy.

I gag on the beast in my throat and my eyes run.

He tells me how much I love it. How much more I want.

And it's as I'm coming for maybe the eighth time that he tells me this is only my warm up.

PART 2

He pulls his beast from my throat and I gasp for breath as I come yet again. I can't handle anymore, but I know he's not finished with me yet.

He drags the tall bench over to me and pushes it against my lower stomach.

He bends me down over it and snaps my wrists into the cuffs attached.

My tits hang over the edge and my arms are spread out wide as I'm bent over.

He walks behind me and strokes his hand over my arse before pulling it bag and landing me a sharp stinging slap.

"Aah!"

"Beg me for more slut. Everytime I touch you, no matter what, you want more."

"Yes master," I cry out.

He slips his hand around to my creaming pussy and within seconds the vibrating clit clamp is attached to me and pulsing strong sensations shoot through my whole body.

I come just as he let's out a number of vicious spanks upon me.

"Aww yes! Please spank me more master!"

"You want more slut? Ok, you asked for it!"

He spanks me over and over again, each lash worse than the last. I come over and over again. I really don't want more. I don't think I can take it.

"Tell me how good it is before you ask for more!"

"Oh my God master. I love the way you use my body. Aaaahhhh. You make me come so much. Nobody could ever make me come like you. Aaaahhhh. Fuck! I'll never get enough. More. Ahhhh, more. Fuck, please give me more."

I feel him pushing at my back hole. I'm tight there and have only been used once.

He uses his fingers to prepare me. He pushes two in and makes a scissors motion causing me to stretch. I explode again before his dick is even near me.

"Do you want me to fuck your arse, slut?"

"Yes master. I want you to pound into my arse with your massive cock. Please, please fück my arse. I beg you."

"Will you scream for me? Are you going to come over and over again?"

"Yes master. Yes!" I cry out, orgasms beat at me repeatedly.

Before my master pushes into my arse, he strokes down my spread legs and clicks the switch on the huge toy.

Beast mode has been enabled. The toy pounds into me and twists with a ferocity.

I cry out, I shout. I scream.

I come.

The clit vibrator and toy is too much to handle and then I feel my master slam into me with his own massive monster.

He fills me up. Stretching me with his own meat.

He has no Mercy on me.

He pounds into me, over and over again. My captured body his to use however he sees fit.

If the bench wasn't here I'd of collapsed a long time ago.

He slaps one hand against my hip so that he can fuck me harder and his other grasps into my hair and yanks my head back.

"Does the filthy slut enjoy being used like this?" He growls into my ear.

"Yes master. Oh, I love it master."

I can barely get my words out.

I'm sure I have no come left.

He uses me like this for what feels like hours. He has the toy fucking my cunt, the clamp stimulating my clit and his own massive monster takes ownership of my arse.

He owns me. Not only my body. But with each thrust, each word uttered from his godlike lips, he takes another peice of my soul.

His thrusts get rougher and my ragdoll body is abused just that stretch more.

He's pushed me past my limit. By far.

With a deep growl He suddenly pulls himself from my arse and circles round to allow his spunk to spray against my open moaning mouth.

My lower face is covered, as well as my heavy aching tits. His hot milk sticks and runs against my skin like a beast marking his territory.

Another orgasm bursts from me as he moves to switch off the angry toy. He lowers the pole and quickly releases my hands from the cuffs.

It's as he moves the bench that my body falls.

He catches me.

Always will.

And it's as my limp used body is slumped against his that he whispers to me.

"You did so good today Jewel. I'm so proud of you." He sweeps the sweat covered strand of hair from my face.

"And next month, as a reward for your fantastic behaviour, I'll have a friend join me."

CHAPTER 1

I bob my head another four times then feel the thick cum slowly Squirting down my throat. I swallow the juices, before cleaning his dick with my tongue. Smiling, I look up into my sweethearts eyes.

I've been with Aaron for 3 years now. And sex wise, it's been.... okay. Sex just isn't what I always thought it was.

With a lopsided grin, Aaron groans at me. "Aww shit babe. That was fantastic but I just remembered I've got practice to get to."

No fucking way. I'm sick of this as soon as it's my turn again. I haven't come that way yet. Last time Aaron tried to get me to come with his mouth he did it that long his neck started to hurt. And I was kinda... bored.

With my heart plummeting and my chest aching I relied.

"Ok Aaron. Well shall I come round tonight? Or are you busy?"

"Nah, come round Cassie. We'll have something to eat, put a movie on. Then not watch it, eh?"

"Haha. Ok baby."

I slipped my shoes on and grabbed my bag, checking my phone, keys and purse were there.

Getting to the door, I turn around to find Aaron directly behind me. He pushes me onto the door and cradles my cheeks. Putting his lips to mine and stroking his tongue along mine.

Pulling away I whisper "I love you Aaron James"

"I love you too Cassandra Wolfe."

He opens the door and waves me away.

Well then, until tonight.

****

Finally home I kick my shoes off at the bottom of the stairs and slowly make my way up. My body is killing and knowing that the house is empty a hot bath sounds super appealing.

Mum's away at the moment for work and won't be back until the end of next week. My stepdad, Darryl is at work until late. And my stepbrother, Lucas is more than likely with his friends. It is a Saturday after all.

In the bathroom the only sound to be heard is the running water. The steam is already making my skin damp and the smell of sweet vanilla and coconut is all around me.

I quickly strip my clothes off and throw them into the hamper. At my pink lacy panties I pause. I'm sure I just heard something. Turning off the taps, I grab a black fluffy towel and wrap it around my almost naked body, before quietly walking into the hall towards the noise.

I find where the noise is coming from. It's Lucas in his room. He's moaning. Must have a girl round. My reaction from the sound of him getting off is disturbing. With the sound of his sexual groaning in my ears, my panties become damp. Uh oh. I'm mortified, and confused about the way my body just reacted. I turn around to head back to the bathroom when I hear my name.

"Oh fuck Cassie... Oh yeah. Come on Cassandra, just like that. Fuck me."

Unable to help it I swing my stepbrothers bedroom door open. When the image before me is revealed, I stand there in shock. My brain suddenly refusing to co-operate with my body.

There lies Lucas. Completely naked. His large fist wrapped around his huge thick cock. Oh my god, I've never seen a cock so big. Not even in pictures.

His whole body is covered in sweat. It glistens on his ripped chest, the muscles in his right arm and neck tensing. His other had wrapped in the white sheets.

He looks close now. His jaw tenses and he arches his neck, his moans get louder.

"Aaaahh, Cassie. That's right bounce on my cock. Feel my dick pound in your tight wet-"

Uh oh. He's seen me.

He looks at me. Staring right into my eyes. His chest heaving. His fist slowed, but didn't stop. Watching him simply stroke his huge many inches, I realise to my dismay, I'm wet. I look at my feet and moan at my disturbing body.

"Why not help me Cassandra, just imagining your body beneath mine keeps me hard for so long. Come play with me." The words are whispered into my ear. I didn't realise he'd even moved.

"What? No! What's wrong with you? You're my stepbrother. This is so bad. It's wrong to think of me this way."

He swings the door shut and gently pushes me against it. His forearms either side of my head. He has me caged when he moans his reply.

"Aww fuck Cassandra. That just got me harder. I wanna be bad. I want you to be bad. Be a bad, bad girl Cassie.

Don't pretend you didn't like what you just saw. Your face is flushed, your hair is damp. You moaned. You fucking loved the fact that Big Bad brother is fisting his dick while thinking about you.

Thinking about those perfect tits bouncing in my face while you're tight juicy pussy milks my throbbing dick.

You get me so hard. See?"

With that he closes the distance between us and pushes his massive dick into my already wet pussy.

"No. No lucas. Don't do this. I have a boyfriend. This is so bad."

His hand wraps around my throat so, so gently. "You want this as much as me Cassie. You're pulse is going crazy. I bet if we dropped this towel, I'd find your little pussy soaked. I bet you're so wet. Just for me."

I shake my head as Lucas's fingertips reach the edge of my towel. Slowly sliding his fingers down to my breasts, he grips the inside layer of the towel and asks a question.

"Shall we see?"

A moan escapes from my throat.

And the towel drops to the floor.

With a deep throaty growl Lucas crashes his lips against mine, his tongue exploring every inch of my mouth. He sinks his teeth into my bottom lip and gently tugs before stroking his hands up my waist to my tits.

He caresses my nipples gently at first making them hard until they're almost painful, then pinches them while sucking on my tongue. Oh jesus. I moan.

"Aaah fucking hell Cassie. This would be great for both of us. Please say yes! I could make you scream in pleasure so many ways. So many times."

He leaves a trail of wet kisses down my body, starting from my jaw, behind my ear, down my neck, over my sensitive tits. Sucking a nipple into his mouth and rolling his tongue around it. Then repeating the action with my left nipple. Each time, forcing small moans from me and my back arching off of its own accord.

By the time he's at the line of the thin lace covering my most private area I'm squirming. Nothing ever felt like this with Aaron. But I refuse to say yes.

Lucas's eyes catch mine as his fingers slowly pull the lace down over my arse, and down my legs. The sensation of the cool air on my pussy causing me to get even wetter. I have no idea why I'm allowing this. My body enjoys this so much more than my mind. My juices are running down my thighs.

Lucas now picks me up, wrapping my legs around his waist but keeping me against the wall. Slips his hand between our bodies and slides two fingers against my slit before pulling back and rubbing my clit.

He goes fast, but not fast enough. I'm moaning now. But it feels too good for my embarrassment to show. I begin to grind my centre against his hand in an attempt to force him to go faster, but he forbids it. Grabbing my hip he stills any movement on my side. Then continues his slow assault.

He pushes to fingers into my core and curls them over and over again, keeping his thumb rubbing on my clit in small circles.

Kissing and licking my neck, he whispers to me. "I'm not only going to make you say yes. I'm going to make you beg. First for me to make you come. You'll want my cock so deep inside you, you'll scream for it. Then I'll have you begging for me to stop. Because you've come so much, you just can't handle any more. Then, I'll make you come again and again and again. "

I feel myself tighten around his fingers, my moans much louder. My orgasm so close. And then to my dismay he slowed.

I felt my eyes fill, my heart dropped and my chest contracted. He's going to keep me on the edge unless I say yes.

Without realising what was happening I heard a word whispered from my lips.

"Please."