Stepbrother Fucked Me So Hardly

Title: “Stepbrother’s Hard Driving Force”

The sun had set over the rickety old house, casting ominous shadows across the weathered walls. Inside, the air was thick with tension and the musky scent of forbidden yearning. Aishwarya, the young daughter of a family friend, sat primly on a worn sofa, her dark eyes darting around anxiously. Just moments ago, she had stumbled upon her stepbrother Arman, sprawled out on the rug, his hand languidly stroking his growing hardness through his thin cotton shorts.

“Arman,” she had gasped, her voice barely above a whisper. “What are you doing?”

He had turned to face her, his eyes gleaming with a predatory hunger. “Can’t you see, baby sister? I’m getting hard.” His accent was thick, like honey dripping over gravel. “And it’s all your fault.”

Aishwarya’s breath caught in her throat. She knew she should run, flee from the forbidden desires that were beginning to stir within her. But her body was rooted to the spot, paralyzed with a intertwining mix of fear and arousal.

“Arman,” she squeaked out, her voice trembling. “We can’t do this. It’s not right.”

A wicked grin spread across his face. “Not right? Come on, baby. You’ve been teasing me for weeks now, prancing around in those tiny shorts.” He stood up, his muscular body on full display. “And I know you want it. I can see it in your eyes.”

Before she could protest, he was on her, pushing her down onto the sofa. His mouth crashed against hers, his tongue delving deep, claiming her. Aishwarya moaned, abandoning any pretense of resistance. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer, deeper.

Arman’s hands roamed her body, his calloused fingers pushing up her top to reveal pert brown nipples. He pinched and rolled them between his thumb and forefinger, sending jolts of pleasure straight to her core. Aishwarya arched into his touch, her hips grinding against his straining erection.

Breaking the kiss, Arman pulled away, yanking his t-shirt over his head and tossing it aside. He went to work on his belt, undoing it with deft fingers. Aishwarya’s eyes widened as his hard cock sprang free, bobbing in front of her face. She knew she should look away, but she was transfixed by its size and girth.

“Go on,” Arman urged, fisting his cock and slapping it against her cheek. “Put it in your mouth.”

Aishwarya parted her lips, her tongue darting out to taste the salty pre-cum beading at the tip. She took him as deep as she could, swallowing around his length. Arman groaned, grabbing a fistful of her hair and forcing her head down, fucking her face.

“Fuck, you’re a good little sister,” he panted, his hips pumping faster. “Take it all. Choke on my cock.”

Aishwarya gagged, her eyes watering as he hit the back of her throat. But she didn’t protest, reveling in the depravity of it all. After a few more thrusts, Arman pulled out, leaving her gasping and sputtering.

“Turn around,” he growled, pushing her onto her hands and knees. “I’m going to fuck you like the dirty slut you are.”

Aishwarya shivered in anticipation, but Arman was already behind her, his cock pressing against her entrance. With one brutal thrust, he buried himself balls-deep inside her, stretching her tight walls to the limit.

“Fuck!” Aishwarya cried out, her knuckles turning white as she gripped the sofa cushions. “You’re so big!”

Arman didn’t reply, instead setting a punishing pace as he slammed into her again and again. The obscene sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, punctuated by Aishwarya’s wanton moans.

“That’s it, take it,” Arman grunted, his heavy balls slapping against her ass with each thrust. “This is what you wanted, isn’t it? To be fucked by your own stepbrother.”

“Yes!” Aishwarya sobbed, her climax building fast. “Don’t stop, please don’t stop!”

Arman reached around to play with her clit, rubbing the sensitive nub in tight circles. “Come for me, baby. Milk my cock with your tight little pussy.”

Aishwarya screamed as she came, her walls clamping down around Arman’s throbbing shaft. He followed seconds later, pumping her full of his hot seed as he threw his head back with a guttural groan.

They collapsed onto the sofa, a tangle of sweaty limbs. Aishwarya felt Arman’s softening cock slip out of her, a trickle of their combined juices leaking out onto the cushion. She knew she should feel guilty, ashamed of what they had done. But all she felt was a deep, sated satisfaction.

Arman propped himself up on his elbow, a smug smirk on his face. “That was fucking amazing,” he said, reaching out to scoop up some of their mingled release from her thigh. He brought his fingers to her lips, forcing her to taste their forbidden passion.

Aishwarya licked them clean, her eyes never leaving his. “We can’t tell anyone about this,” she whispered, even as her body yearned for more. “It has to stay our secret.”

Arman winked, already reaching for her again. “Don’t worry, baby. Your secret is safe with me.”