Babe Rose R Bent Over For His Obsessed Step Brother

Babe Rose Bent Over For Her Obsessed Step Brother

The soft click of the door echoed through the quiet house. Rose froze, her heart pounding against her ribs. She shouldn’t be here, in her step-brother’s room, rummaging through his drawers. But she had to know.

Curiosity had gotten the better of her when she spotted him leaving his room a few minutes ago, his face flushed, his breathing heavy. The guilty look in his eyes made her suspect something was up. Rose wasn’t one to shy away from confrontation, especially when it came to her protective streak.

Cautiously, she tiptoed closer to the desk, her breath hitching in her throat. An Apple laptop sat open, paused on a video. Her eyes widened in realization. It was her, in her skimpiest lingerie set – a lacy black bra that barely contained her pert breasts, and a matching thong that left little to the imagination. Stockings completed the look, disappearing into a garter belt that accentuated her long mile legs.

Rose felt a blush bloom on her cheeks. Shecouldn’t remember the last time she had modeled that particular outfit. Was he…Had he been spying on her? The thought sent shivers down her spine.

Before she could process this startling discovery, the video began to play. Rose watched in stunned silence as she pranced towards the camera, clad in the revealing attire. Her hand slid up her thigh, ever so slowly, stopping just short of the thong. She ran a finger along the string, eliciting a soft gasp from her recorded self.

Rose felt her pulse quicken. She had forgotten the teasing little show she had put on for herself that evening.

All too soon, the video came to an end. Rose stepped back, mind reeling.

How long had this been going on? What exactly did he see? The questions bounced around her skull, but also, why did she feel undeniably…aroused by the thought of him watching her in such an intimate moment?

A noise behind her made her whirl around. Standing in the doorway was her step-brother, Max, his eyes wide with panic and…something else. Something that made Rose’s stomach flutter nervously.

“Rose?” he asked, his voice hoarse. “What are you doing in here?”

There was no use in feigning ignorance now. Rose lifted her chin, glaring at him with all the indignation she could muster. “I should be asking you the same thing! Were you spying on me?”

Max’s face flushed scarlet. His gaze darted away before he took a deep breath and met her eyes. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean for you to find out like this.”

“You’ve been watching me. For how long?” Rose demanded, stepping closer to him.

“Since…since we moved in, I guess,” Max admitted sheepishly. “I couldn’t help noticing how beautiful you are, Rose. The way you move, the sounds you make…it’s driving me crazy.”

Rose’s breath caught in her throat. This was…surreal. Unbelievable. And yet, power was surging through her veins, a heady rush of control. She looked down, noting the bulge forming in his pants. A slow, seductive smile spread across her face.

“I see,” she purred, circling him like a predator on the prowl. Her fingertips grazed his shoulder as she walked past him. “So, you like to watch, huh? You like to imagine those are your hands caressing my body, your mouth tasting my skin?”

Max shuddered, his eyes nearly black with desire. Rose smirked, relishing the effect she was having on him.

“What if I let you touch me for real?” she whispered, her lips inches from his ear. Her hand trailed down his chest, her skirt riding up as she pressed herself against him. “Pluck those pretty flowers you’ve been eyeing…”

A low groan rumbled in Max’s throat. His hands flew to her hips, gripping tightly. “Rose…” he breathed reverently. “Please…”

The aching hunger in his voice inflamed Rose’s senses. She nipped at his bottom lip, soothing the sting with her tongue. Her fingers made quick work of his belt buckle, slipping beneath the fabric to stroke his rigid length. Max threw his head back and swore raggedly.

“Take me to bed,” Rose commanded, a devilish smirk playing on her lips. “It’s time for your big brother fantasy to come true.”

Max didn’t need to be told twice. In one swift motion, he hoisted her into his arms and carried her to the bed, kissing her fiercely as they tumbled onto the mattress. Rose writhed beneath him, greedy hands roaming his body.

Their clothes came off in a flurry of fabric and passionate caresses. Max took his time exploring every inch of her, worshipping her breasts and marking her skin with love bites that made her hiss in ecstasy.

When he finally entered her, they both moaned in unison, relishing the exquisite fullness. Their hips moved in perfect sync, each thrust driving them closer to the edge of oblivion.

Their lovemaking was rough and wild, all teeth and nails and wanton mewls. Rose lost herself in the primal rhythm, her inner walls spasming around him like a vice.

Sweat-slicked skin slid against skin as they rolled around the bed, changing positions. Soon, they were both teetering on the brink of orgasm, their movements becoming erratic.

“I’m gonna come,” Max panted, his face contorted in blissful torture. “Fuck, Rose…”

“Then do it,” Rose growled, clenching around him. “Fill me up. Mark me as yours.”

Her words were Max’s undoing. With a hoarse shout, he brought her down along with him, his body seizing violent tremors as unfamiliar electricity crackled through them.

Gasping, they collapsed on the bed, limbs tangled in the damp sheets. For a long moment, all they could do was revel in the afterglow, basking in the peace of sated hunger.

Then Rose lifted her head, her lips curling in a wicked grin. “You’re in big trouble now, baby bro,” she cooed. “You’ve awoken a monster.”

Max’s eyes widened in mock horror before he caught on, matching her grin with a wolfish leer of his own. “God help me,” he groaned. “Mom and Dad are never going to know what hit them…”

Leaning back, he framed her face in his hands, studying her with pure, unbridled adoration. “One down, a million more to go,” he whispered.

“Bring it on,” Rose dared, nipping at his bottom lip. “Let’s see if you can keep up.”

Clad in nothing but their smiles, they tumbled back onto the bed, ready to explore this new dynamic for hours to come. A delightful shriek pierced the air, followed by a subsequent, deeper groan. The sensual cacophony of lovers finding their stride – unknowing witnesses saddened missed an erotic day in paradise.