My Stepbrothers’ Plus-Sized Obsession

MY TURN

MELANIE

Val’s strong arms hold me from behind, his massive c**k, hard as a rock, is pressed hot and heavy against the curve of my bare back, throbbing with every frantic beat of my pulse.

Wild Xavier’s eyes sparkle with dark desire and wicked mischief as he watches me. I am happy to know that one of us hasn’t lost our spark.

“Of course, brother,” his voice drops to a dangerous pitch, already moving toward me. Every step he takes makes my heart slam harder against my ribs, heat flooding my naked body.

When he reaches us, Val releases me.

I don’t even know why I start backing away, feet moving on their own. Perhaps, somewhere at the back of my mind, my voice of reasoning is trying to send signals to my brain, to warn me that this is an awful idea.

It might have been a “mistake” six years ago, but what excuse would I give my conscience now?

“Are you running from me, baby girl?”

Xavier chuckles in amusement. I swallow hard for lack of words. My mouth feels so heavy, I doubt it’ll open even if I had something to say.

My back crashes against a wooden shelf, I bite down hard on my lip. The pain from my wound and the hunger swelling in my c**t is a beautiful mix.

I’m f****d up, aren’t I?

Xavier towers above me, so close I can sniff in his whiskey laced breath. He plants both hands beside my head, trapping me completely between his powerful frame.

Piercing eyes stare deeply into mine; wanting, searching,but I can’t tell what for. All I know is that my heart is racing so fast I can barely breathe.

“Nowhere to run or hide, sweet cheeks,” he murmurs.

“It’s just me and you now?”

“Is it?” I mumble.

Xavier chuckles lightly.

Then he drops to his knees in front of me, those intense eyes never leaving mine. He lifts my right leg over his broad shoulder, then the left, spreading me wide open.

I’m completely naked and exposed, his hot breath fanning over my slick, aching thighs and dripping cunt.

My stretch marks and thick, dark thighs are right there in his face. For a moment, I wait for his show of disgust… but he leans in and kisses them hungrily, sucking and biting at the soft flesh like he can’t get enough.

Fuck.

This feels so good. I want more. I need more.

I throw my head back against the shelf just as Cassian’s deep voice cuts through the air.

“Remember our deal, sweet cheeks. You must not moan.”

Shit.

How am I supposed to survive this? I’ve barely been touched and my p***y is already a dripping, throbbing mess. My f*****g c**t is swollen and begging for their touch.

Xavier groans like a beast, pressing his nose right into my soaked cunt and inhaling deeply, greedily.

“f**k. Six years since I tasted this pussy.”

The filthy words make my p***y clench hard.

I bite down on my lip, gripping the edges of the shelves until my knuckles turn white, fighting the moan clawing up my throat.

Please, just give me your c**k already, I want to scream.

I need it stretching me open, filling this empty ache. I want all three of their thick c***s ruining me, f*****g every bit of pain away until I can’t think, can’t remember, can’t feel anything but them owning me.

Just like they did on that night, when I stumbled into one of their “parties” on the eve of my wedding, and they took my virginity for “trespassing”.

Under the red neon lights, they each took turns, f*****g me until I was a sobbing mess beneath them. A part of me had known I would never experience pleasure like that in my life again, and it was right.

His tongue attacks my aching cunt with no mercy; rough, sloppy, and filthy.

He drags it flat and hard up my entire slit, slurping loudly on the cream from my p***y like it’s his favorite yogurt.

Then, he dives back down to suck my swollen p***y lips into his mouth, biting and tugging them before thrusting his tongue deep inside me, f*****g me with it.

Wet, obscene slurping sounds fill the room as he devours me, his bearded chin grinding against my c**t while he slips the tip of his tongue into my dripping hole, f*****g meharder, curling and twisting to taste every drop I have to give.

I grab a fistful of his shiny blonde hair, tempted to yank it off, to torture him as much as he’s torturing me.

I hate this. I hate how good they make me feel. I hate how needy I’ve always been for them.

I despise Brandon, but are they any better? These men would f**k their stepsister just for sport. Is there anything beneath them?

He bites my inner thigh sharply, then attacks my c**t again—sucking it hard between his lips, flicking it brutally with the tip of his tongue before grazing it with his teeth.

I’m shaking, my p***y is a gushing mess all over his face, my juices dripping down his chin as he groans and growls into my cunt.

The vibrations take my eyes to the back of my head.

God, yes—eat me like you hate me.

I know it’s all a game to them, but I want Xavier’s fat c**k slamming into me next, f*****g my desperate p***y while Cassian and Val take turns using my mouth and ass.

I need them to f**k the hurt out of me, to claim every hole until I’m their broken, dripping, well-used big slut.

My thighs clamp around his head, hips grinding shamelessly against his mouth despite how hard I’m trying to stay quiet.

I’m so close already, p***y fluttering and clenching around his invading tongue, but I choke back every moan, biting my lip raw as tears of overwhelming pleasure sting my eyes.

“You can let it out, baby. Don’t choke on it.” Cassian teases.

My teary eyes move to glare at him.

“f**k you.”

He looks over my naked breasts, settling on my hard pink n*****s.

“Oh, I’m definitely next.”

Xavier suddenly sucks my c**t harder than ever, two thick fingers plunging roughly into my spasming cunt, curling viciously against my g-spot while he lashes my c**t with his tongue.

The brutal pleasure explodes through me and I scream, a raw, broken moan tearing from my throat before I can stop it.

My hips buck wildly against his face as I come hard, gushing and squirting all over his tongue and chin in messy, uncontrollable waves.

I catch Cassian and Val smiling with dark satisfaction.

“You lost, baby girl,” Cassian takes a step forward.

“Now it’s my turn.”

Xavier eases my trembling legs down and stands, holding me steady as my knees threaten to buckle.

His lips and chin are soaked with me, and the sight makes my spent p***y clench again with fresh need.

Cassian appears in front of me. For the first time since he came into the room, I can see him very clearly.

I swallow hard, voice barely a whisper.

“What are you… what are you going to do to me?”

His lips curl into a wicked, predatory grin.

“Bend your ass over the couch, and I’ll show you.”