u/karlysmelons

Look, I know how this sounds. I don't know the rules about stepfamily stuff on this sub. But this isn't a fantasy and it's not incest. We're step. Met when I was 16 and he was 19. Never grew up together. Barely talked until this year when we ended up in the same city. So if that still bothers you, stop reading now. I'm not here to argue. I'm here to confess.

This happened three weeks ago.

My stepbrother Jake (23M) had been texting me more lately. Casual stuff at first. Then flirty. Then one night he sent me a meme about shower sex with a winky face and I just said "lol" but my heart was pounding. I'd thought about it. Obviously I'd thought about it. He's tall, broad shoulders, that kind of messy brown hair, and a jawline that looks like it was carved. I'd caught myself staring at his hands more than once.

Anyway, last month he came over to help me move some furniture. New apartment, third floor, no elevator. By the time we finished carrying the couch up the stairs we were both sweating through our shirts. He took his off. Just casually. Like it was nothing.

I tried not to look but I'm only human. His chest. His arms. That V-line disappearing into his jeans. I felt myself get wet just standing there watching him drink water from my kitchen sink.

"Dude, put a shirt on," I said, laughing. Trying to play it cool.

He looked at me. "Why? Distracted?"

I didn't answer.

He walked toward me. Not fast. Just. Walked. Until he was close enough that I could smell his deodorant. Something clean and woodsy.

"You've been staring at me all day," he said.

"No I haven't."

My face was burning. "Jake, what are you--

"I saw you looking at my hands earlier. At dinner last week. When I was cutting my steak. You stared for like a full five seconds."

I wanted to die. I didn't know he noticed.

"So what?" I said, trying to sound annoyed instead of turned on.

He reached out and tucked my hair behind my ear. Just that. One little touch. And I shivered like I'd been dunked in ice water.

"We're both sweaty," he said. "You wanna take a shower?"

I laughed because I thought he was joking. He didn't laugh.

"Jake, we can't."

"Why not?"

"Because you're my stepbrother? Because it's weird?"

He shrugged. "We're not blood. We didn't grow up together. We're literally just two people who happen to share a last name on some paperwork." He stepped closer. His chest almost touching mine. "And I know you want to. I can see it in your eyes every time you look at me."

I hated that he was right. I hated how wet I was just from him standing there. I hated that I couldn't think of a single good reason to say no.

"The bathroom door locks," I said quietly.

That was all he needed.

We walked to my bathroom. I didn't turn on the light. Just the little nightlight over the sink. Enough to see shadows and silhouettes.

He turned on the water. Let it run until steam started fogging up the mirror.

Then he turned to me.

"Take off your clothes," he said. Not a question

I pulled my tank top over my head. Unhooked my bra. Let it fall. His eyes went straight to my tits. I saw him swallow.

"Keep going," he said, voice lower now.

I unbuttoned my shorts. Pushed them down. Stepped out of them. Stood there in just my panties. They were soaked through. I knew he could see the wet spot.

He reached out and hooked his fingers into the waistband. Pulled me toward him by it. Then he slid his hand inside. Pressed his palm flat against me.

"You're dripping," he said. Like he was surprised. Like he didn't already know.

"Because of you," I whispered.

He kissed me.

Not soft. Not romantic. Hard. His tongue in my mouth immediately. His hands grabbing my ass. Lifting me up against the bathroom wall. I wrapped my legs around his waist and felt his dick through his jeans. Hard. Thick. Pressing right against where I needed him.

"Please," I said against his mouth. I didn't even know what I was begging for.

He carried me into the shower.

The water was hot. Almost too hot. It hit my back as he pinned me against the tile wall. Cold tile on one side. Hot water on the other. His body pressed between.

He finally took his jeans off. His boxers. I watched his dick spring out. It was. God. It was pretty. Thick. Curved up slightly. Veiny. The kind of dick that makes your mouth water before you even touch it.

"You want it?" he asked.

"Obviously."

"Say it."

"I want it."

"Want what?"

"Your dick, Jake. I want your dick inside me."

He grabbed my thigh. Lifted my leg up. Opened me right up under the water.

And then he pushed in.

Not slow. Not gentle. He pushed in all the way in one stroke and I screamed. Not because it hurt. Because it was so much. So full. He filled me up completely and my head fell back against the tile and I just moaned.

"Fuck," he groaned. "You're so tight. Why are you so tight?"

I couldn't answer. I couldn't form words. He started moving. Pulling almost all the way out and then slamming back in. The sound of it. Skin slapping against skin. Water splashing everywhere. My moans bouncing off the bathroom walls.

He grabbed my hips. Held me in place. Fucked me harder. Deeper. His thumb found my clit and started rubbing circles while he pounded into me.

"I'm gonna cum," I gasped. "Oh my God, Jake, I'm gonna-"

"Cum on my dick," he said. "Do it. Now."

And I did. I came so hard my vision went white. My whole body clenched around him. He felt it. He groaned and buried his face in my neck and bit down on my shoulder while I rode it out.

He didn't stop.

He pulled out, turned me around, bent me over. My hands hit the tile. My face pressed against the wet wall. He kicked my feet apart and pushed back in from behind.

Doggie style in the shower is slippery. Dangerous almost. But he held onto my hips so tight I knew I wasn't going anywhere. He fucked me harder than anyone ever has. His balls slapping against my clit with every thrust. The water running down my back. Down his chest. Mixing with the sweat.

"You like that?" he grunted.

"Yes. Yes. Please don't stop."

"You like your stepbrother's dick?"

"I love it. I love it, I love it, I love-"

He reached around and grabbed my throat. Not choking. Just holding. His hand wrapped around the front of my neck. Pulling me back against his chest. Fucking me from behind with my back arched.

"You're gonna cum again," he said. It wasn't a question.

"I can't. I just did. I can't."

"Yes you can."

He sped up. His fingers found my clit again. Rubbing fast. Hard. In rhythm with his thrusts. I felt it building. That pressure. That heat. That desperate fucking need.

I came screaming. Full on screaming into the steam. My legs shaking. My knees buckling. He held me up. Didn't let me fall. Just kept fucking me through the whole thing.

Then he pulled out.

"Turn around," he said.

I turned. Dropped to my knees on the wet shower floor. The water hitting my face. My hair plastered to my cheeks.

He grabbed his dick. Stroked it twice. Three times.

"Open your mouth."

I opened.

He came on my tongue. Hot and thick. I swallowed some. Let the rest drip down my chin. The water washed it away before I could even taste it properly.

He stood there breathing hard. Looking down at me. His chest heaving. Water dripping off his hair.

"Fuck." he said. Just that one word.

I laughed. I don't know why. I just started laughing. And then he laughed too. And we sat there on the floor of my shower like two idiots while the water went cold.

We didn't talk about it after. He dried off. Put his jeans back on. Kissed me on the forehead like I was his little sister again. And then he left.

I touched myself twice more that night thinking about it..

No Regrets tho..

I have been hooking up with this guy casually for a couple months. Nothing serious, just stupid hot chemistry and the kind of sex that makes you feel like your brain fell out of your pussy.

Last night we were watching a movie at his place and he was being all annoying flirty. Pulling me onto his lap, kissing my neck, sliding his hand under my hoodie like he owned me. I figured we would fuck like normal, but he surprised me by tilting my head back and saying, "Open your mouth."

I did. Immediately.

He stood up, pulled his sweats down, and started fucking my throat in this slow controlled way that made my whole body shake. I had tears running down my face, spit everywhere, and his fingers tangled in my hair like he was holding a handle. When he started going deeper, I grabbed both his thighs and just let him.

I do not know why, but something about having him use me like that flipped a switch in my brain. He pulled out for a second, wiped my tears with his thumb and whispered, "Look at you. Such a good little thing."

And I moaned.

A real, pathetic, porn level moan.

He laughed under his breath and asked, "You like that?"

And instead of saying something normal like "yes" or "shut up," I choked out:

"I like when you make me feel like a slut."

It slipped out. I did not plan it. But you should have seen his face.

He grabbed my jaw, pushed his dick back into my mouth so deep my eyes rolled, and said, "Then be one."

I came. From that. From being told to be a slut with my mouth full.

Afterwards he pulled me onto the couch, still shaking, and told me he is not letting me pretend this is casual anymore.