My Stepbrothers’ Plus-Sized Obsession

I’LL ONLY WATCH

MELANIE

I try all the handles of doors one by one down the corridor.

Locked. Locked. Locked. Locked again.

It’s just like Val said.

But I’m going crazy.

Which is insane, because I’ve never considered myself as someone with a s****l appetite at all.

I had gone so long without it. Yet, one night with them awakened primal desires I had worked hard to bury for six f*****g years.

Every single door refuses me until my fingers close around the last one and it gives with a soft, reluctant creak.

A wave of relief floods my chest—if only it’ll somehow extend to my raging cunt.

I step into the pitch black room.

The only light comes from a dim red bulb somewhere deeper inside, glowing behind a sheer, transparent curtain that hangs like a veil.

My pulse kicks hard against my throat.

I step in, bare feet silent on the floor, and push the curtain aside.

The red light washes over everything.

Photographs hang from a thin rope stretched across the room, dangling in neat rows. I can’t make out the images in them, besides the first one that looks like a naked woman drenched in a bath filled with…ink? Blood?

A long wooden table sits beneath the picture line, cluttered with a camera, circular glasses, and other things I’m not so sure of.

The air is thick with the sharp scent of chemicals…and him.

A rich vanilla oud scent.

Cassian.

Suddenly, the gaping hole his c**k left in my p***y starts to squeeze hard.

My cunt clenches so hard I have to bite my lip.

Hours ago his c**k was buried inside me, stretching me open, f*****g me until I couldn’t think.

The memory hits me like a slap. My n*****s tighten under his shirt.

Cassian and his quiet, obsessive hobbies.

With money you can afford as many as you want.

I run my fingers along the edge of the desk. It’s spotless, polished, not a speck of dust.

I shouldn’t be here.

This is dangerous.

Twisted.

I should turn around and leave before someone finds me. I should hate myself for the thoughts that form in my mind, and I do.

Still, it doesn’t stop me from pulling my jeans and soaked panties down my legs, kicking them away, and climbing onto the desk.

The wood feels slightly warm against my bare ass.

I spread my thighs wide, heels braced on the edge of the table, and close my eyes.

My fingers trail up my thighs, every inch sending goosebumps down my spine. I’m a shivering soaked mess before I reach my swollen, needy c**t.

One brush, and I almost convulse from the pleasure that rushes through me, flashing a bright white light at the back of my eyes.

Years ago, the room I found them in was red, just like this.

They had turned the house into a den of sin that night, hosting one of their numerous parties after my mother left with Lucas on one of their many trips.

The music was too loud, and I wandered into a guest room in my thin nightshirt, looking for them so I could ask that they turn down the music.

The room I found them in was darker than the rest of the house, thicker with the smell of s*x.

That night, I found three bodies on the bed.

One girl, moaning, and my stepbrothers—Val, Cassian, Xavier—f*****g her in all her holes.

I stood there with my mouth open.

I couldn’t believe s*x like that was…possible, until a hand shoved me the rest of the way in.

Val’s eyes found me first, his cold and dominant eyes looking over me. He had this way of making you feel like nothing, while looking at you like you’re everything he’ll ever want.

He commanded everyone to leave the room, save for his brothers and I, and took one look at me before smiling, “take your clothes off, sweet cheeks.”

I should have run. I was marrying Brandon the next day.

Instead, I was so curious and blinded by the lust I could no longer hide while looking at their massive c***s and naked bodies, that I pulled the nightshirt over my head and let them look.

I let my stepbrothers see every inch of the body I was supposed to hate them for wanting.

Cassian laid me down first. His fingers were skilled, patient, working into my virgin cunt until the stretch burned and I was dripping all over his hand.

He took my hymen with those fingers, slow and thorough, watching my face the entire time.

Then Xavier pushed between my thighs and worshipped my p***y with his tongue—long, filthy licks, sucking my c**t, pushing his tongue inside me like he was trying to taste how deep Cassian had already been.

Val f****d me last. He wasn’t gentle at all.

He shoved his thick c**k into my freshly opened cunt and ruined me, pounding so hard the bed slammed the wall while

Cassian and Xavier stood on either side of my head, stroking their c***s against my cheeks, my lips, never letting themselves come.

They held back, waited, took turns stretching me, molding my p***y around each of them until I was gaping and sobbing and begging for more.

I want it like that again.

Right now. In this red-lit room. All three of them. I want them to hold me down and use me until I can’t walk.

My fingers slide through my soaking folds.

I’m so wet the desk is already sticky under my ass.

I push two fingers deep and curl them, chasing the memory of Cassian’s thickness.

I rub my clot in hard, messy circles.

“Please,” I gasp into the empty room, voice breaking.

“f**k me. Cassian, f**k me. I need it—need your c***s, need your mouths. Eat me. Finger me open. Please, I’m so f*****g hungry…”

What am I saying?

Why can’t I stop this?

My fingers curl even deeper into my cunt, forcing my head backwards. I continue to moan out loud.

“Brandon never—not once —f****d me like you three did. I thought I could live without it. I thought I was fine. But I’m not. I’m starving. Please, just take me. Stretch me. Ruin me again. I hate how much I need it. I hate you. Just—please—”

A low, dark voice cuts through the red haze.

“He never did compare, did he?”

My eyes snap open.

Cassian is leaning against the wall, arms folded across his chest, watching me.

My heart does a deep dive into the pit of my stomach.

Tongue tied, all I can do is stare at him.

My legs try to slam shut on instinct, but he moves faster, and his hands clamp around my thighs, pinning them wide open on the desk.

His scent floods my nose, rich and familiar and filthy, and my cunt clenches so hard I almost come on the spot.

He leans in close, breath warm against my mouth as he smiles.

“Don’t stop on my account, baby girl.”

I swallow hard, my p***y aching and dripping.

I wonder if he can smell how pathetic and horny I am just thinking of all the things he could do to me in this red room.

I should leave, shouldn’t I?

His fingers brush between my legs and flick my swollen c**t once.

My head falls back on a broken moan.

Cassian reaches for the camera on the table, then pulls a stool over and sits down between my spread thighs like he has all the time in the world. The red light glints off the lens as he lifts it.

“Keep touching your pretty p***y,” he says. “I promise… I’ll only watch.”