Too Hot to Sleep (Female x Male ) (18+ NSFW)
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She untangles herself from the thin blanket and gets out of bed. She casts another look at her boyfriend, passed out cold, and smiles a little. It's late enough. She doesn't think to put on a shirt as she pads out of her bedroom and down the hallway to the kitchen. Dread swells in her throat when she sees a figure in the dark kitchen. Her throat tightens, and carefully, she flicks on the light. Ugh.

She says when she realizes it's just her stepbrother, Damon. It's just you. He turns around and looks at her. After a second, he arches his eyebrow, and she realizes that she is... practically naked. Just in her stupid cotton panties and nothing else, because it's hot. And it's late. And if she'd thought of him at all, she would have assumed he was asleep in his own room. But apparently, he's as awake as she is,

and she should have probably put on a shirt. He keeps looking at her chest, and a rush of heat scrabbles up her cheeks. She scoffs. She's not going to scurry away with her tail tucked in between her legs, just because of Damon. Defiantly, she breezes forward and grabs a glass from the cupboard next to him. She turns on the tap and pretends she doesn't feel his eyes on her,

even though his gaze cuts a hole in her body that feels strangely erotic. Rina glances over at him, and her tongue, without permission, dances across her lower lip. He's not wearing a shirt either, which is totally fine, because he's a guy, and guys often don't wear shirts. It shouldn't bother her. "Why aren't you asleep?" he asks, nearly startling her.

"Why am I not?" she huffs. "What kind of question is that?" "Well, why aren't you asleep?" "Oh, I'm sorry." He holds up his hands mockingly. His lips pull back in a cocky, annoying smirk that makes Rina nearly stomp her foot. "I just thought he would have tired you out with all that." He trails off and flips her the bird, and now she does stomp her foot.

She also feels her entire body catch fire. She doesn't dare look down at herself, because she knows her chest, and her whole body is probably very, very red. Her nipples might even be hard. She'd tried to be quiet, because she knew Damon was home for the weekend. But sometimes, it's not easy. And anyway, it's not like he's here all the time anyway. "Grow up," she finally says. She takes a sip of her water.

"Stop being disgusting. Pretty sure the fucking neighbors could hear you having sex, sis." He teases. And she scrunches her nose at the title. "Shut up." She kicks him in the shin. He has playfully called her his sister, ever since her mom got married to his dad. I mean, technically she is, but she hates that word coming out of his lips so much. Her thighs squeeze together,

And she hates everything but mostly herself. Chris is literally sleeping in her room, and she needs to get this herself, under control. Needs to grow up and grow out of this whole thing, which can never be a thing. Which is a terrible, terrible thing. And she is a terrible person, and Damon is...

Damon is looking at her like he knows, like he's always known, like her body is a flashing red light reading, fuck me, bad, bad, bad, bad. Please. She whispers uselessly. He grabs her wrist. Her chest goes tight. She sucks in a little mouthful of air and stares at where his fingers dig into her skin. Then he tugs and she stumbles into his hold, her face suddenly very close to his.

His right hand touches the small of her back, and she shivers. His chest is so warm and solid against her own. Her nipples tingle where they touch his skin, and it makes her twitch. "You're all tense," he says softly. "Maybe that's why you can't sleep." She tries to huff, but it comes out a little pathetic. Damon touches her waist. His hand is warm, but she still shakes slightly.

Damon. It's barely audible. Her eyelashes flutter shut. Her throat is tight. Damon. They have never, they have never done this before. They've always been close. Yes, unusually close. And sometimes, Rina has thought things. But she's never, they've never, they haven't. And she doesn't even know if Damon has ever thought of it. Thought of her like that.

Wondered if she could take it. How she'd sound being made to take it. He probably hasn't. He shouldn't. It's wrong, but Rina has. Sometimes. Secretly. Even before she started dating Chris. Which was nearly four months ago. Rin, he says. His silly nickname for her. And she sucks in another desperate breath. Her stomach tightens again. And then...

His hand slides down to her ass. "Tell me really, why aren't you wearing a shirt?" She whines. "It's hot." She mumbles. She can feel his cock pressed against her hip bone. And it's so hard. It makes her head spin. Her want is as enormous as her shame. Her boyfriend is in the flat, and he could find them in this.

This cannot happen. She can't let this happen, but she wants it to happen. And sometimes, sometimes things just happen, and you're powerless to stop them, which is what she feels now. What is it you call him? Hmm, he asks, a tinge of sadistic want in it. His hand moves around the curve of her hip. When he fucks you, I heard it.

She shudders. "I don't... don't... are you still wet?" he asks, ignoring her completely, his palm pressed against the front of her panties. "You must be... I could just..." He turns her around and presses her front against the kitchen island. Her knees buckle. "I am..." The words tear out of her lips, and she squeezes her eyes shut, holding completely still,

When he tugs her panties aside, she whimpers again. "I'm still wet." Chris is such a good guy. Chris is such a good boyfriend. But Rena isn't a good girlfriend. Rena isn't even a good person. She is spreading her legs wider so her stepbrother can slip two fingers into her greedy pussy. And she's gasping. She's clutching the counter because she thinks she's going to pass out.

It feels better than it has any right to. It feels wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong. You are... He groans and drops a kiss on her shoulder blade. Fuck, baby. You're so wet. Need another cock in you that bad, huh? Yours, she says pleadingly. Want yours, please. There it is. The forbidden desire spoken aloud, but he just groans again.

"You're such a slut." "You have to be quiet then," he says, thumb teasing across her asshole as his fingers move inside her pussy. "Much quieter than earlier." "Who cares about the neighbors, but your boyfriend?" "Please," she whispers, rocking back against his hand. "I'll be quiet, I promise." "What is it you call him?" he asks again.

Refresh my memory. Her head drops down in shame. Her pussy clenches around his fingers. And shyly, she manages. Daddy, please. Good girl. He pushes his shorts down his thighs and manhandles her as he pleases, sliding his cock down the wet slit of her pussy.

Without asking, without saying anything, he pushes inside her in a smooth, unhurried move. Rina's hand flies to her mouth, and she bites her hand to smother the squeal in her throat. She gasps through it, tightening up as his cock stretches her out. She tries to breathe through her nose, tries to be good and quiet, when really she wants to cry. She was already sore.

Her cunt fucked tender by her boyfriend. And now, her stepbrother is throbbing inside her, ready to ruin her. He fits so perfectly. Everything about this moment is sick and wrong and perfect. The worst word. Also, the best. "There you are, baby." He envelops her, chest to her back, and kisses below her earlobe.

He fucks her like he's been thinking of it his whole life. Thinking of her. On a rough thrust. His cock kisses her cervix. And Rina has to bite her own arm to keep from screaming. A second later, she comes untouched. Convulsing and shaking. "I know," he soothes, never slowing down his thrusts. "I know, baby. There you are. You're taking it so well for me."

She thinks she blacks out for a moment. Damon thrusts into her again, and again, and the whole room's spinning. The corners of her consciousness were beginning to wear off. He pulls out with a groan and jerks himself off in fast, wet strokes, and comes all over her back. She trembles. She sucks in a desperate breath and wonders if she's still alive. Her legs are asleep. Her brain's still loopy.

Damon helps her wipe the spit off her cheek and tugs her panties back in place. As she waits patiently for him to wipe his cum off her skin with a paper towel, she feels horrible, but good. If you enjoyed this podcast, then please write an Apple review saying why you love it. We truly appreciate your support and the wonderful messages we receive from you. See you next time!