Last year's X'mas party

My name is Sophie Cheng, a 23 year old accountant, and I have something to share.
This unfortunate incident happened last year, when my family held our annual X'mas
party. At a very young age, my parents divorced and my custody was awarded to my
Dad as my Mom had financial issues. My very eligible Dad remarried shortly after
when I was 8, to a younger lady who was a divorcee herself. She had a cute and
obedient son named Max, who was 4 years younger than me. After marriage, they moved
in with us.

Since Max and I were still young, we did not know the complications of the grown-up
world. We bonded instantly and got on well while growing up together. He has been
like a flesh-and-blood younger brother to me through the years and he even calls me
�Zeh Zeh�, meaning elder sister. My stepmom treated us fairly, and I grew to love
her more than my own distant mom. Life was normal in our family, just like any
other. I felt blessed and grateful that my Dad did not have to raise me as a single
parent and I had the warmth of a true family.

I have been told many times that I resembled the K-Pop singer Hyuna. With a figure
of 32C � 24 � 33, I always got a lot more attention than I would have liked. My
height of only 1.65m and my voluptuous assets only served to make my body curvier.
My proud, round tits and my firm, perky butt just drives the opposite sex nuts. All
the boys at university and then the guys at my present workplace constantly give me
weird and piercing stares. I have even caught a few openly gawking lustfully at me
when I walked by. Despite all that attention I was getting, my busy work schedule
now didn�t allow me to find a boyfriend.

Every year, my parents would organise a party on X�mas Eve and invite everyone they
know. Our house would be packed full of guests and there would be food, drinks and
games for the kids. Due to the sheer number of guests, Max and I would leave our
own friends out of this party. The house would already be so crowded with our
relatives and our parents� friends. Last year, my Stepmom proposed that we do
something special like a costume party. Well, it was certainly a welcoming detour
from the usual X�mas routine.

Max came running to me anxiously a week before the party. He had bought a 4-armed
monster snowman costume off eBay but he had been careless in the details. When the
costume arrived on our doorstep, he realised it was meant for 2 persons. It wasn�t
viable to send it back to wherever he bought it from due to the hassle and shipping
cost. He knew I hadn�t bought my costume yet, so he begged me to be his costume
partner. I was reluctant at first because the monster snowman look really didn�t
appeal to me, but knowing that none of our friends would be coming and he had no
one else to turn to besides his trusty elder sister, I agreed.

X�mas eve finally came. Due to the stuffiness in the costume, we had a hard time
deciding what to wear in it. He settled on a singlet and a pair of boxer shorts. I
picked out my flimsiest t-shirt and a pair of FBT shorts. As Max dwarfs me by half
a head, I had to take the front so my sight doesn�t get impeded. That also meant I
could go braless and Max wouldn�t notice. But I could never stand even a little
heat and decided to go for broke. Not only did I go braless, I decided not to wear
anything under my shorts as well. There wasn�t any harm, I naively thought.

Before squeezing into the costume, we had to make sure to empty our bladders
because it sure wasn�t easy getting out of it. I�m not sure if he was oblivious to
the fact that I wasn�t wearing any underwear, but I thought it shouldn�t pose any
problems to him. We slipped our arms into the 4-armed snowman costume and stepped
our legs in. It was unexpectedly tight because it was made up mainly of foam and
not much room inside despite its round and bulky shape. My back was basically glued
onto his torso in the costume. And just then, I became conscious of the front of
his boxers on my butt. I could make out his limp manhood sticking into my left butt
cheek through our shorts.

To be continued?

I thought nothing of it. After all, this was my younger brother and I should have
seen it coming the moment I agreed to squeeze into the same costume with him.
Walking in the costume wasn�t much of a problem. We just needed to time our steps.
We practiced a little before the guests got here and we were pretty pleased with
our teamwork and coordination. All the while, we stayed cool by staying under the
air conditioning. When it was almost evening time, the guests were slowly arriving.

My Dad asked us to stand at the door to welcome the guests as they came in. We
stood at the door to greet everyone and handed out candies to the kids. After an
hour or so, it was getting warm in the costume. I had started to sweat and so was
Max, I could tell. Our thighs were skin on skin and the sweat between us was making
it sticky and a little uncomfortable. Because of that, he started to have a habit
of fidgeting in the costume much to my chagrin as I didn�t like the way his front
was rubbing into my back.

I tried to disregard what he was doing behind me, but he was causing more heat in
the costume. And I could feel that sticking point on his crotch pressing onto me
repeatedly. I have had boyfriends in school, and I know when a boy has a hard-on.
Max was really not helping himself with his fidgeting. I tried to act normal and I
didn�t want to point this out and cause him embarrassment.

While handing a candy bar to a little girl, I bent forward slightly while he stayed
upright. It caused a pull in opposite directions and the tight costume stretched.
When it sprung back, my butt jammed back onto his crotch and his manhood slipped
right between my butt cheeks. The both of us kept very silent at this awkward
situation. Damn it, I could feel it rubbing on my behind with every little movement
we made.

Before we knew it, the guests were really streaming in now. We could not keep up
with the greetings and kids running circles around us, eyeing the candies. The
guests all came in various costumes. Some were lame and some were creative, none of
them genuinely eye-catching. All that constant turning and twisting about in the
costume while trying to coordinate our steps were working against us. Our practice
hadn�t prepared us for this flood of guests. And it just kept getting hotter and
hotter in here.

In the midst of it all, he had stopped his constant fidgeting. That was odd. Then I
realised I had a semi-erection between my butt cheeks and it seemed to be
hardening. There was no getting out of this situation with the number of people we
had to attend to, so I secretly hoped that his erection was due to the heat and
when the last of our guests had arrived, we could cool off under the air
conditioning.

Max tried to turn to his side to squeeze his semi-erection out of my butt cheeks
and did not succeed. He then bent his knees a little to lower himself to find space
to maneuver. And what we didn't expect was that his manhood slip off my butt crack,
rubbed along my cheeks and sprung up below my shorts. To make things worse, the
thin strip of cloth covering my naked pubes was dangerously exposing my privates to
his still-hardening meat.

He realised that too. His breath was quickening behind me, and I could feel his
heartbeat on my back beating furiously now. The only option for us was to keep very
still and I had to squeeze my thighs together as tightly as I could for fear of his
erection rubbing directly on the bottom of my shorts and accidentally making
contact with my naked woman-flesh.

To be continued?

That was a mistake on my part. By squeezing my thighs around his erection, I hadn't
counted on the friction slowly and steadily stimulating him to a full-blown
erection. All the while when we were chatting and attending to guests at the door,
we were somewhat successful in mentally blocking out the situation below. It did,
however, make it very awkward for us to speak to each other even though we were
stuck together in the same costume.

By the time all our guests had arrived and settled, I found myself standing at the
door with his obvious, full erection caught between my inner thighs and shorts.
There was no way to ignore it now, as every step we took only served to rub his
manhood below me. Now that we were finally alone, I whispered to him without
turning around, "Erm... Max, why don't we go upstairs to change? It is really too
hot in here. I'm sure the guests don't mind if we just wear normal clothes for the
rest of the party..."

He replied, "O... Okay zeh, I need to go to the toilet also. Hi... High tide,
haha..."

We took short and slow steps towards the stairs. When we came to it, my greatest
fear came true as soon as we made the first step on it. When we both lifted our
right legs, that move spread open the spacious leg opening of my shorts and his
full erection slipped into my shorts. The tip of his full-blooded manhood was
poking on the front of my FBT shorts. Worse was the shameful fact that I could feel
him on my naked slit, my strands of pubic hair tickling his hardness.

We immediately froze on the stairs, not daring to take another step. Just then, a
kid of our parents' friends laughed at our wierd posture on the stairs and drew
attention among some of the other kids. They gathered around us and started hugging
and pushing. We could only laugh and giggle with them awkwardly. We were screwed.
We could not move from here and their pushing and shoving on us was making our
private areas rub against each other.

One fat boy ran at full speed and bumped into us from behind. We bent forward and
almost tumbled face first. In reflex, I stumbled my front right foot a step forward
and we had to put it a step higher on the stairs. Now, I had spread our legs even
wider and the angle we ended up with was just horrible. Max's manhood tip was now
in contact with my sensitive button as I had spread my lips wide open below.

We had to get upstairs and shed the costume urgently, for I was afraid that I would
get stimulated as well. As the kids were still running around us playing, Max
heaved and managed to lift our left foot a step up. As the angle of our thighs
closed, I hadn't counted on his erection pushing between my dry lips and rubbing
directly against my clit. I couldn't help but let out a moan. When Max heard me, I
could feel his manhood twitch below me. That little prick had better not be
enjoying this, I exasperatedly thought to myself.

That wasn't the time for me to lecture him on his pubescent urges. I just wanted to
get out of this increasingly desperate and dangerous situation. I lifted my left
leg and took another step up. His erection slid backwards between my dry female
lips, then slid forward and bumped into my clit again. This time, a shock of
pleasure electrocuted me. I squirmed in the costume and, unfortunately, rubbed my
slit even more on his hardness.

In just a few seconds, a hint of moisture was starting to form below me. At first,
I thought it was him. But I was wrong. My lips were getting wet from the constant
contact of my naked female slit with his erect manhood. Things were not working in
my favour, as Max was starting to lose control and slowly grinding himself under
me. I whispered to him embarrassingly, "Stop it Max. You're making things worse.
Control yourself..."

He did not reply. All he did was continue to grinding his erection below. His
breathing was getting loud and lustful. I realised that I could not depend on him
anymore. I took another step up with my right foot and again, he rubbed at the door
of my dampening slit. My knees almost buckled and I got angry this time. We were
not even halfway up the stairs. I reached back with my right hand and hit him on
his side, telling him to wake up from his lust and come back to his senses. I could
not do this alone with him relentlessly gyrating and grinding himself into my
cheesepie.

To be continued?

But I hardly caused him any hurt through the thick costume. A voice called out from
behind us, it was my stepmom. Max finally stopped. She was rushing to fill the food
plates and finally caught sight of us making our way slowly up the stairs. We
looked like we were having some problems, so she asked if we needed help. I just
told her I was having some cramps and needed to rest upstairs. She didn't suspect a
thing, but it made me realise that we were drawing unwanted attention.

As soon as she walked away, I said to Max threateningly, �You better cooperate with
me or YOU are going to get into soooo much trouble, young man!!� He finally got the
message and replied from behind, �Sor� Sorry Zeh, I don�t know what came over me.
This is really embarrassing� Let�s get upstairs quick, I mean it. I�m sorry,
Zeh...�

Never in my life had I encountered such an awkward circumstance and I was

determined not to let my younger brother do this to me. We took another step with
our left feet. His still-erect manhood rubbed me thoroughly between my wet lips,
sliding from just below my anus to my bush in front. Although that was
unintentional on his part, God, I really could do without any further stimulation.
More pressingly, I was so afraid he was going to penetrate me.

Then we took another step with our right feet. His irritating erection pressed,
then spread my moist girly lips and slid in between my folds, very nearly
penetrating my slit before bumping into my clit. I almost let out a soft girlish
moan again, but I bit down hard on my lips. If he heard that, his hormones would
take over again. We were now halfway up those damn stairs. Each step up the stairs
seemed to get more dangerous for me, as my pussy was getting progressively more
vulnerable to the invasion by his erect cock.

�Max� Be careful. You�re� You�re bumping into me�� I said, as we prepared to take
another step. He nervously replied, �I� I know, Zeh� I can�t help it. I�ll try to
scoot lower.� And he bent as much as he could at his knees within the constraints
of the costume, thinking that would lessen the contact between our genitals.

That was the worst blunder we could have made. From his bent knees, he dipped
himself lower behind me and his erected manhood slid back from against my clit and
pointed directly at my female opening from under me. When we lifted our left legs
to take another step up, I could feel his tip shockingly poised for entry into my
womanly depths. I immediately tried to stop him from lifting himself from that
step, �M� Max! Stop. Stop right there. I� I can feel you�Noooo� Stop!!� Noooo!!�

It was too late. He couldn�t react fast enough to my warnings. He reflexively tried
to take one more step and lifted the both of us up the stairs. His tip pressed
against my slit and breached its defenses. I reached both hands behind me
instinctively, pressing hard on his sides as I tried to stop him in his tracks. But
there was nothing I could do. I felt him enter and slip a couple of inches into my
hot opening as I gave out a small involuntary gasp.

To be continued?

�Sor� Sorry Zeh!!! I� I didn�t mean it� I swear to God! I didn�t mean it. I�m so
sorry!!� But the damage had already been done. My God, it has been so long since I
had one of those in me. Although I wasn�t a virgin, Max really surprised me with
his length and girth. He was definitely bigger than any of my ex-boyfriends. Even
though it was just a couple of inches, I could feel his meat shaft stretching my
lips and insides.

My lips were only fairly moist due to the earlier stimulation and my pussy depths
were still relatively dry. I could feel a dull ache down there as the tight costume
trapped his tip in my pussy. It was impossible for him to take his cock out now,
but we could try and prevent the situation from getting worse. And I feared I would
get more aroused with each passing second with his hard tip forcefully spreading my
vaginal folds.

I tried to sound as composed as I could as I said, �Ar� It�s� It�s okay� Zeh is
alright� Just� Ar� Don�t move� Until I�m ready�� Wary that he might accidentally
plunge deeper in, I raised myself on my toes and bent forward as much as I could.
My butt pushed higher against him, shifting the pressure from his crotch to his
tummy. I had to use my arms to support my upper body weight on the stair railing
while Max remained scooted behind me.

My whole body broke out in even more sweat as I propped myself in this strenuous
position. I could feel his hot cock lodged menacingly just inside of my pussy
folds, threatening to force into me if I let my guard down. There was no time to
lose. I initiated the next step with my left foot and led Max to follow suit behind
me. When we put our feet down, all was well. But when we lifted ourselves up, his
cock pulled out an inch then drove itself back in.

I whimpered loudly as I felt his cock slide out and fuck itself into my sensitive
female opening again. I hoped he didn�t hear that. My arms were shivering on the
railing as my pussy spasmed and squeezed on his cock uncontrollably. Although he
was still about 2 inches in me, he was making me seriously wet. As if his cock
triggered my pussy�s natural defenses, my juices were starting to flow in response
to his sudden withdrawal and forced dry entry.

I grit my teeth and put up with the overwhelming sensations below as I prepared to
take another step up. There were only 4 more agonising steps to go and I was
determined to see us through this ordeal. Even though we coordinated our steps, we
could not totally synchronise our movements in the suit. I was aware that with
every step we took, his cock would move within the depths of my hot and rapidly
dampening pussy.

When we took the next step, the same thing happened. More specifically, I could
feel my pussy dragging along the length of his hard shaft as his cock slid inside
me. An inch out, an inch in. I could also feel my taut pussy lips around his girth
getting wet as it tried to accommodate him, my juices ironically coating his cock
to make it easier for it to fuck me. Although we were moving at snail pace, I was
getting out of breath and so was he.

To be continued?

My cheeks were flushed and it felt like I was having a workout. Max was panting
down my neck and it was making me uncomfortable. I tried to wriggle my neck away
from his puffing breath but the constraints of the costume didn�t allow that.
Desperate to get out of the situation, I endured the assault of his hard cock on my
pussy and forced myself to take the last 3 steps up the stairs while still on
tiptoes.

During those steps, his cock slipped out and went into me again and again. When we
reached the 2nd floor, the nearest room we could use was his. It was just about 5
steps away from us. I noticed he was standing a little more upright than when we
were on the stairs and he was nudging me a little harder below. It was like he
wasn�t trying as hard to pull his cock away from my pussy anymore. But maybe I was
being too sensitive, so I ignored it.

I said to him, �M� Max� Let�s go to your room� And change� Okay�?� He didn�t reply.
We took small, cautious steps towards his room. As we walked the first 2 steps, his
cock was still sliding in and out of me. It was really weird to me now. We could
walk much easier on level ground but still his cock was stroking into my pussy. It
took me a second to realise that Max was subconsciously pumping his hips as we
walked in the costume.

And worse, he was trying to push himself deeper into my wet slit with each step we
took. I was totally concentrating on making my way to his room and wasn�t aware
that he was already stroking about 2 inches of his manhood into me from behind. But
we were almost at his room. I only had to put up with him for the last few steps.
Then I�m going to strip myself from this costume and give that little weasel a
piece of my mind.

I kept my silence and pulled him with me as I took the lead. All he did was take
the chance to push his hips against me and drive more of his hard cock inside me.
We finally reached his door and just then, my knees buckled under the constant
strain of my awkward tiptoed posture. My legs gave way and I impaled my poor pussy
on his cock, unexpectedly driving more than half his length into me.

I almost screamed right then as I felt his hardness spread my buttery depths, but I
bit down on the foam in the costume and muffled it. It was as if his cock met no
resistance from my tight pussy. I realised I had gotten very wet along the way. Max
moaned in pleasure as he felt my pussy drive itself down onto him. We stood at the
doorway unmoving and a little breathless. I was adjusting to the size of his cock
and he was just standing there, enjoying the feel of my velvet folds.

To be continued?

�Oh� Oh my God� Ar� Faark� Max� Arr� It hurts�� I moaned incoherently. It felt like
a huge rod rammed into me and it had me completely winded. It was painful despite
how wet I was. When I used to make love to my ex-boyfriends, we always spent a lot
of time on foreplay to get me adequately relaxed for penetration. The juices
seeping from my tight, relatively inexperienced pussy weren�t enough for a cock of
Max�s size. Although I couldn�t see, I guessed he must be at least 8 inches fully
erect but I wasn�t in the mood to find out. This is my brother I�m talking about!

He moaned softly, his lips very close
sounded seriously excited and in heat
escalate into something more so I had
again and bent forward in the costume
off his large cock. But as I tried to
forward with his hips, indicating his
to my left ear, his breath tickling me. He
now. I was really worried that this will
to act fast. I lifted myself onto my toes
as much as I could to pull my hurting pussy
put some distance between us, he pressed
unwillingness to let up.

I was fuming and frustrated with him. My whole body was shaking and I was drenched
in sweat from my efforts. At least that was what I thought. Part of me knew my body
missed the ecstasy of good sex and an erect cock buried in my pussy was
unquestionably having a reaction on me. But I was loath to admit it. I wasn�t about
to become a slut for Max! I could feel the heated skin of his tummy rubbing on my
fair heart-shaped ass from behind, almost scorching my delicate ass cheeks. The
smell within the costume was a distinct combination of our sweat and my female
juices, and it was causing me much embarrassment. He didn�t need to know how
aroused and wet my pussy was.

�Aww� Zeh� Ar� Shiiitt� You feel� So good� Zeh�� he murmured, breathing heavily
across the left cheek of my face. He didn�t try and fuck me but his hands slowly
reached down and gripped the waist of the costume, hanging on to it as he tried to
pull himself into me. I wanted to strip that damned costume off right there and
then, and put a stop to this before Max goes too far. I glanced around the corridor
and I could see no one else. I could only hear a group of kids playing PS3 in the
study room next door. If they came out of the room and saw us, they might get
curious. I wouldn�t want that.

I grabbed the door frame for support and started to slowly make my way into his
room, dragging him along on my tiptoes. That little bastard took the opportunity to
stroke his cock in and out of me again as I struggled to walk in front of him. This
time, he pumped me with a couple of near full strokes as my pussy muscles had
somewhat loosened up after my own mishap earlier. I bit my lips to suppress the
soft whimpers of pleasure coming from me against my will.

In a few short steps, we finally got into Max�s room. I hastily reached for the
door, pushed it shut and locked it. He was still drowned in lust and not helping.
With shaky arms, I immediately pulled off the costume�s head, reached for the zip
on the right side of the costume and desperately jerked it all the way down. The
costume fell away from our bodies, completely soaked and sticky with our sweat. I
quickly removed my arms from the inside of the costume and was about to step out of
it to end this ordeal when, unexpectedly, Max had other ideas.

To be continued?

He took me completely by surprise when he wrapped his arms around my waist, lifted
me off my feet and stepped out of the costume. As my feet hovered above the
floorboard, I felt his hard cock drill even deeper into my pussy. The tip of his
manhood was touching me in virgin territory and it felt like the night my first
boyfriend deflowered me. But it was a little different this time. No man had ever
gone so deep, or stretched me out so much. He was almost buried to the hilt inside
me, and could have gone deeper if not for my tightness.

I had to cover my mouth with both hands as I screamed into my palms from the
stinging pain and sensitivity. Despite the shock from what Max was doing, I
couldn�t let anyone find out what was going on upstairs. What would our parents
think?! We would be ruined! Our lives would be over! How could we face the world?!
I couldn�t let that happen. I had to stay rational, and I held hopes that Max would
come back to his senses. But to my anguish, it seemed like he had completely lost
his mind.

I tried to reason with him, �M� Max!... Put me� Down� Please!... Don�t� Do this�
I�m your Zeh!� My pleas fell on deaf ears. He carried me to his bed and threw me
facedown on it. He pressed my butt with his palms and pinned me down. As he slowly
drew his cock out of my pussy, I groaned softly into his mattress. I could feel his
burning, lustful eyes looking down at where he entered me, when he gasped in awe.
He must have been watching my wet pink lips being dragged out as he unsheathed his
meat pole.

I have been told by my ex-boyfriends it was quite a pretty sight, and it always
drove them wild. And the fact that I always kept myself fairly shaven, save for a
sexy little Mohawk, could have added to Max�s insane desire. As I felt him vacate
my depths, I could also feel my warm, overflowing juices escape from my stuffed
female opening, droplets gathering at my pussy lips and running down my inner
thighs. Deep down inside, I was fighting the temptation to drive my ass back onto
his cock and ride my wet pussy to orgasm on his thick, hard cock. I was determined
not to give in to my bestial urges.

I turned my head to the side and saw our reflection on his full length wardrobe
mirror. It had the whole view of his room and there I was, kneeling on his bed in
my sweat-soaked t-shirt and shorts. My back was arched, my arms were slumped under
me and my long hair had fallen around my face. He was standing behind me in his
singlet and boxers, with his cock poking through his fly. That little pervert had
forgotten to button his fly before we got into the costume, which led to this
predicament!

I could see the left leg opening of my FBT shorts pushed wide to the side as his
meat shaft went through it. I could also see his exposed, glistening cock at my wet
entrance, raw, obscene and utterly drenched in my juices. It was like a scene from
a porn flick. His eyes never stopped staring down at my ass as he drew his cock out
of my pussy, inch by slow inch. His fingers kept kneading and stroking my butt
cheeks. By now he had already pulled about 6 inches out, leaving only his cock head
inside me. But my pussy still felt stuffed. God, he was big.

After he had pulled away, I could feel cool air behind me. Beads of warm sweat
rolled down behind my thighs and onto the back of my knees. The heat was getting to
him, so he pulled his singlet up, took it off and threw it to his side. His chest
was rising and falling in anticipation with every breath he took, as if he had some
sinister plan in store for me. Getting afraid, I tried to crawl forward on my hands
and knees to get away from him but before I could even dislodge his cock from my
pussy, he reached down and gripped me at my hips to pull me back.

To be continued?

I pleaded with him again, �M� Max!... Please!� Lemme go� I� I don�t wanna do this�
You� You�re my brother� Pleeeasssee!� Nooo!!...� But it backfired on me. It turned
him on even more after hearing me beg. I could feel his steely grip tightening on
my hips, hurting me. Then as he pulled me onto him, he rammed his cock balls deep
in one hard thrust. It was more than I could take. I grabbed a pillow and screamed
into it. My knuckles turned white as I held onto it for dear life. Goosebumps broke
out all over my body as I could feel the tip of his manhood rub past my sweet g-
spot and bump into my cervix.

He reached forward with his right hand and pulled me up by my shoulders. Then he
held onto my right collar as he slid his left hand under my waist and pulled my
hips up. I was still trying to cope with the pleasurable pain that came with the
deep penetration of my pussy, so I put up no resistance as I let him manipulate me
into position. The sound of my panting breath and the squeaking of the mattress
springs suddenly sounded deafening in the otherwise silent room.

From the mirror, I could see myself on all fours, pushing my palms down on his
mattress for support and my head lowered with his right hand pulling on my
shoulder. My wet clothes exposed every curve I had on my body. My slim arms were
damp and gleaming with sweat, my long hair clinging onto my sticky, fair neck and
partially obscuring my face.

As he lifted my waist with his left hand, my back arched, thrusting my firm,
hanging breasts out below me. I could see my nipples poking on the soaked fabric of
my flimsy t-shirt. He was kneeling between my spread thighs, his tanned dark skin
contrasting with my fair maiden-like skin, slowly withdrawing his hard cock from
the depths of my pussy once more.

�Mmmm� Faark� Aaa� Mmmm� � I whined as I felt his man meat dragging on every nook
and cranny of my tight female canal. My wetness was seeping out in between as he
pulled out, a few droplets of girly fluid dripping down between my legs, and onto
the bed. He continued to withdraw slowly until only his tip was in, and then slid
his whole cock in balls deep again. I felt like I was in sexual heaven, being
fucked by him. I really hated my body for enjoying it as I reluctantly sighed and
moaned to myself.

He repeatedly pumped his large, rock-hard cock into my dripping wet snatch at a
slow and constant pace. I was shaking and shuddering from the continuous sexual
assault. All this while, he was using his right hand to pull me back onto his
thrust, using my shoulder for leverage. He started to feel my tight pussy walls
relaxing and opening up to his cock for easier entry, as if encouraging him to go
harder and faster.

Just then, there was a knock on his door. �Max, are you in there? What are you
doing inside? Don�t lock yourself upstairs. Come down and help serve our guests�
And where�s your sister? I can�t find her anywhere�� It was our Mom! I panicked. We
hadn�t realised we had been up here for at least 10 minutes. I couldn�t let her
know I was in the room with Max and I dreaded to think what would happen if she was
to find out what we were doing in here.

Max stopped his thrusts and thought fast. He hesitated for a few seconds before
finding his voice again and shakily answering, �Er� I� Err� Don�t feel so well,
Mom� I just� Need to rest for a bit�� As he waited for Mom�s response, he pulled on
my hips and sneakily resumed his fuck thrusts. He did not give any regards to how
alarmed I was as our mother stood just outside his room. This time, he went
teasingly slow with his deep strokes. I was so angry with his audacity and
selfishness. But as much as I hated to admit it, he was pushing the right buttons
and starting to make my juicing pussy lose control.

Mom replied after pausing for a while, �Oh� Okay. Just rest and get well� And have
you seen your sister Sophie?� I glanced at him on the mirror and he casually looked
back at me as he continued fucking. Our eyes locked on each other as he said, �No,
Mom� I haven�t seen her anywhere� But you know her� A helpful girl like her� Is
probably busy� Helping someone out� Right now�� He never missed a beat and kept up
his fuck rhythm while conversing with our Mom.

Our unsuspecting Mom said, �Aiya, that girl. Why did she run off without informing
me? I�m so busy. Come and help me after you feel better. Alright, Max?� I could see
him reveal a slight smile as he replied, �Sure thing� Mom�� As soon as he heard our
Mom step away from the door, he put both hands on my collar and picked up the pace.
My shoulders were pulled back further and my back was arched even more as he
manhandled me harder than before. Loud smacking sounds of thigh meeting thigh
resonated in his room while he powered in and out of my poor, wet slit.

To be continued?

I was panting hard. He stared at me through the mirror as he fucked me from behind
with powerful, fast and deep cock strokes. I couldn�t bear the intensity of his
stare and dropped my head to look down while suffering the abuse in my pussy. He
probably took that as a sign of my will weakening and caressed me from my shoulder
to my lower back with his right hand. He stopped his touch at the hem of my t-shirt
and proceeded to slowly lift it up. I stopped him by tugging my t-shirt down but he
wouldn�t quit.

I protested breathlessly, �Max� D� Don�t touch me!!� Ahh� I don�t� Like you� L�
Like this� Stop!!� Arr� Arrr� Don�t� You dare!� Ahh� Ssstopp!...�

He ignored my objections and clutched me hard with his left hand still on my
shoulder, numbing my upper body. I whined in pain and tried to pull his punishing
hand off. He took the chance to instantly flip my t-shirt over my young breasts,
exposing my erect nipples to the warm air. There was nothing I could do and I hung
my head in resignation. While we were going at it, the temperature in the room had
been raised at least a few notches. Drops of sweat trickled from my hanging
breasts, as they swung back and forth under his remorseless hard pounding. I could
see the lust in his eyes burning up as he stared at them.

Not content with ogling my breasts through the mirror, he reached beneath me with
his right hand. He felt for my firm tits and rubbed my hard, sensitive nipples on
his rough palms. My nipples had always turned ultra-sensitive when I am at the peak
of arousal. The slightest of touches would normally make me coo, but I still could
not come to terms with being violated by Max. I tried hard to muffle the sounds of
pleasure from my throat by raising my left hand to my mouth and biting down on my
knuckles. But somehow, whimpers and sobs still escaped.

Max yanked me closer to him on my shoulder, bent forward and whispered into my left
ear, �Shit� Zeh� I� I didn�t know� Your pussy feels� This good� So tight� So wet�
So responsive� Much better than� Any other pussy� I ever had��

He gave my ear a couple of light, teasing licks. I turned my head away to avoid his
lustful ministrations. He continued to lick and kiss his way down to my fair supple
neck, savouring the smell of my skin and the taste of my sweat. And he did it as
wetly and sloppily as possible, indicating to me he just couldn�t get enough. I
could feel his ticklish tongue leaving his warm, sticky saliva on my hot skin. God,
how I hated him.

Then a shameful realisation dawned on me. When he mentioned that my vagina was
responsive, it suddenly brought to my attention how my soft inner muscles were
squeezing and milking hard on his intrusive manhood. I couldn�t help how my body
was responding to sex, even with my stepbrother. I prayed hard for this humiliation
to end. At the same time, I was amazed by how long he could keep ravaging my pussy
tirelessly. Any one of my ex-boyfriends would have climaxed by now. Max was
definitely experienced.

The worst part was, he was going to make me cum first. I could feel the familiar
stirrings of an oncoming orgasm from deep within my sensitive, plundered vagina.
There was nothing more degrading than to be fucked to orgasm by my very own
stepbrother against my will. I tried to hold it back but the strong, hard pounding
of his cock overpowered my resolve.

I had been fighting him since the start, and this pent up frustration was leading
to a big one. After another 10 strokes or so from him, my whole body went into
violent convulsions as my climax took me. It was too much to bear and I buried my
head into the pillow and screamed frenziedly into it. I lay on my elbows, shaking
uncontrollably as cold sweat broke out all over my body.

To be continued?

He was taken aback by the abruptness of my forced orgasm and stopped thrusting,
leaving his thick cock buried in my spasming pussy. I could sense that he was
awfully pleased with himself as he looked on in admiration and felt the orgasmic
tremors of my soft vaginal muscles on his manhood. As sweat dripped down my
forehead, he casually reached in front and caressed my face. The resulting immense
tension in my body was sapping me of strength and it took me great effort to keep
from collapsing prone on the bed.
As I stayed on my elbows and caught my breath, he pushed his hands against my hips
and slowly started to pull his cock out. I thought he was getting ready to plunge
back into me, when he surprisingly withdrew his cock all the way out. Although I
knew he had not cum, I hoped against all hope that he was sufficiently sated. I
desperately needed him to come to his senses now and realise all the wrong he had
just done. If he stopped now, I might even consider trying to forgive him.

Seeing a way out of this, I turned my head back towards him and tried to persuade
him, �M� Max� Let�s stop this� We can work this out� And make things right again�
If you�ll stop now� Please Max� Listen to Zeh� Please stop��

But I immediately realised that was all wishful thinking on my part. He didn�t hear
a single word I said and there was still that burning lust in his eyes. As soon as
he pulled out, he hooked his hands on the waistband of my FBT shorts and pulled
them down to my knees in one swift move. My naked butt and pussy were suddenly
exposed to his stare. I didn�t know what he was going to do next. Confused and
frightened, I found renewed strength to resist him by reaching back to claw and
push at his chest with my right arm.

He conveniently intercepted my hands and seized my wrist, grasping me tightly so I

couldn�t fight him off anymore. With his free left hand, he gripped his still rock-
hard manhood and pushed it down, aiming it at my sopping wet female opening. With
one forceful thrust, he rammed his cock to the hilt back inside me. He closed his
eyes and raised his head to face the ceiling. I gasped loudly when I felt his meat
spear violently spread my deep insides once again. The circumstances seemed
hopeless as I braced myself for another round of violation.

As he ruthlessly stabbed into my wet pussy with his thick cock, he pulled me into a
more upright position with his hands on my shoulder and right wrist. My upper body
was still bending slightly forward but was now supported entirely by his hands.
Then he released my wrist, reached his right hand around and put them on my flat
tummy. Gently kneading and stroking my fair skin, he slowly moved it downwards
towards my now-exposed little bush. But I was too distracted to take in what he was
trying to do. From this new angle of penetration, the tip of his cock kept rubbing
on my g-spot and I was crying out with every instroke and almost hyper-ventilating
from the surprising stimulation.

His right fingers brushed past my furry bush and continued to dip lower. With his
index and middle fingers, he lightly stroked either sides of my engorged pussy
lips. I finally realised where his hand was and I cupped my mound with my hands to
try and prevent him from assaulting my sensitive love hole any further. Even though
I pressed on his exploring hand as hard as I could, wishing he would stop, I
couldn�t keep him from feeling around my naked slit. Before I knew it, he had found
my hooded clit between my wet lips. He stroked, pinched and pulled on my extremely
sensitive clit to heighten my pleasure.

To be continued?