“Seriously Liam, you need to stop eating so much. There isn’t going to be hardly any left for me!” I said, trying to take the large green bowl of popcorn away from him.

“Hey! Give it back! I’m your brother, we share.” Liam said, taking the bowl back despite my grip on it.

“You are not my brother. Don’t ever say that. We aren't even related” I said trying to snatch a handful of popcorn but Liam held the bowl out of my reach.

“Step-brothers are still brothers.”

“Would you let me have just one handful of popcorn?”

“Only if you tell me you love me.” He said, smirking.

I raised my eyebrow as I stared at him smiling at the other end of the couch. “Not worth it.” I said, bringing my feet up and crossing my arms over my chest. I watched the movie that Liam had picked out, some stupid action film that had gotten one of the worst reviews last year.

“You pick really shit movies, you know that?” I said as I watched a poorly produced car crash on the screen.

“You pick really shit boyfriends.” Liam shrugged, referring to my recent break up. We had only dated for two months, and he turned out to be a boring jerk, if that was at all possible.

“True.” I agreed, not having anything to go against him.

Liam snorted, and then moved the popcorn bowl so it sat between us. “Sweet success!” I cried as I dove my hand into the bowl before he could give his action a second thought.
I munched happily, and we were silent for a few moments. I turned my head slightly, studying Liam out of the corner of my eye. He was attractive, I had to admit it. His plump, pink lips looked like they would be heaven to taste, and he always seemed to have just the right amount of stubble along his jaw. He had shaved his hair a while back, but had recently let it grow out, so it was now styled in a small quiff. The way he wore he jeans was especially nice, slow low on his tight hips, but not baggy.

I wasn’t allowed to voice these thoughts about him however, because his dad married my mom. It was a shame really. I had to look at him every day, watch him walk around sweaty and shirtless after he had been in the rec room working out, yet I couldn’t do anything about it. Well, I couldn’t do anything about it, which involved him.

I blinked a few times to bring myself back to reality, and found Liam was watching me look at him, an eyebrow raised. I was aware that I had brought my index finger up to rub along my bottom lip as I thought.

I thought quickly of a reason for why I had been staring at him. “When are you going to shave that cat off your face?”

His cocked brow lowered, as well as his other as he rubbed his facial hair. “It’s not a cat. I shaved three days ago.” He said, rubbing his cheek. I wondered what his stubble would feel like along the insides of my thighs, and pressed my thighs together.

Just in time, my mother entered the living room, saving me from having to struggle to make a coherent argument with Liam. She stood in front of the television, blocking it from Liam’s view mostly. She had on a short teal dress, complete with black accessories. She and Liam’s dad had a wedding that they were going to tonight.

“Are you two fighting, again?” She asked, hands on her hips, like always.

“No.” We said in unison, which was probably suspicious but she let it slide because they were probably running late, like always.

“I don’t want to come home to a crime scene, so please behave, alright?” She said, walking towards us and giving us both a kiss on the cheek. “Love you both.” She said and clicked away.

Liam’s dad came in a few seconds later, handing Liam some money for pizza before telling us to behave and that no one was allowed over. I think he was saying that to me mainly, because Liam never had anyone over, save for Andy. Whatever Liam got up to, he didn’t bring it home with him.

“Bye, Dad.” Liam waved, and shortly after the front door clicked shut. I felt a sudden tension take over the room, different from normal. Sure, Liam and I had been alone before, but nothing had ever happened between us. I probably felt like this because I was turned on. I needed to do something to get my mind off things.

I stood and walked right past Liam and went downstairs to my room, changed into a pair of spandex shorts and my sports bra, grabbed my iPod, and then went into the rec room. I jumped on the treadmill and turned it on, put my ear buds in, and started jogging.
Fifteen minutes later and I was on the floor doing crunches, my iPod on the floor by the side of the treadmill. Stupid thing had died. I had a problem with not charging things.

I counted every time I brought my chest up. “Sixty-five, sixty-six, sixty-seven, sixty-eight,”
“Sixty-nine.” I heard a deep voice behind me. I sighed, going for the seventieth before I dealt with Liam.

“Can I help you?” I asked, standing up and reaching for my water bottle in the holder of the treadmill.

“Nope.” He said, walking over to the treadmill. He had changed into a pair of basketball shorts and a white tank. He turned the machine on and began running. I rolled my eyes and tried to ignore him as I continued. I mentally went over my list. Planking was next.

I got down on the ground and lifted my body up so my toes and my forearms only supported it, making sure to keep my body flat. My arms started to shake, but I pushed through, keeping my abs tight. I stood up slowly after I had counted to three hundred, and glanced over at Liam, wiping the sweat from my forehead. He had a gleam of sweat on his forehead as he caught my eye.

I bit the inside of my cheek and brought my attention back to the task at hand and went down the list to my next exercise: stretching. I crossed my feet at my ankles and bent down, grabbing my toes easily while keeping my legs straight. As I straightened, I realized I had given Liam the perfect side view. He had taken advantage of the sight, and had his bottom lip held between his teeth as he slowed his feet.

I raised my eyebrow and sat down on the floor, bringing my legs into a simple butterfly stretch. I was facing Liam, and watched as he got off the treadmill and leaned against it, his breathing mostly under control, water bottle in hand.

“You’re pretty flexible, yeah?” He said, raising his water bottle, but not taking a drink. The question could have sounded conversational, but the darkness in his eyes and the roughness of his voice said otherwise.

“I suppose.” I said lightly, just in case I was being delusional about the clouds of lust that swam in his eyes.

“Can you do the splits?” He asked, stilling leaning against the treadmill. I nodded. “Show me then.” His voice was deep.

I leaned forward and spread my legs out beside me, then sunk down until I felt myself touch the floor.

“Fuck.” I heard him groan as I stood and walked over to him, grabbing my water bottle from where I had left it.

“Must be a pretty good lay then, huh?” He asked quietly, but it wasn’t because he was nervous.

“I suppose.” I said, raising my eyebrow before taking a sip of water.

“I’d like to find out for myself.” He said, reaching in front of him and pulling me into him by the
waist.

“Liam,” I said, pushing away from him. As much as I really, really wanted him, we were stepsiblings. We couldn’t possibly-

“Cut the bullshit. I know you want to fuck me; you know I want to fuck you.” I had caught him numerous times, even before today, with his eyebrow cocked a certain way as he looked at me, that plump bottom lip that I really wanted to suck into my mouth held between his teeth.

“There isn’t anything wrong with this.

“Okay.” I said, and stepped closer to him, forgetting that we probably shouldn’t do this. His hand found my bare waist again, the other settling on my neck as he pulled me closer to him. I saw his eyes flicker between my eyes and lips, and then I closed my eyes. He pressed our lips together slowly, and his hand reached back to pull the elastic out of my hair. His fingers tangled in my hair as he held my head where he wanted it, deepening the kiss.

The hand on my waist slid down to rub at my bum cheeks, and his tongue darted out to run along my lower lip. I parted my lips easily, and his tongue dove in. The kisses became rough after that, my hands dropping my water bottle to the floor and reaching up to wrap around Liam’s neck, pressing my body against his. His hands played with the waistband of my shorts for a few seconds before he pushed past them and slid a finger along my clit. I whimpered as he travelled further, his finger sliding back and forth along my core.

“You’re so wet for me.” He growled, and pushed the shorts down my thighs. I took a shaky breath as I stepped out of them, the situation suddenly feeling real. “It’s alright.” Liam whispered as he pulled my sports bra over my head and kissed me deeply. I kissed him back, hard. There was something so erotic about being completely naked in front of him. I reached my hand into his shorts, finding his erection immediately.

“Shit.” I gasped as I grasped onto it, not able to wrap my hand around it fully. Liam groaned as I pulled his length out of the shorts and pushed them down. I took as step back to take in the sight before me, and Liam pulled off his tank. I bit my lip as I tried to figure out how long it was. Nine inches, maybe ten? Definitely bigger than any I’ve seen. “You have a big cock.” I said with wide-eyes as I looked up at him. He had a smirk on his face.

“Think you can take it?” He asked, his hand coming down between my thighs. He rubbed against my clit, and then stopped. “Answer me.” He growled.

“I think so...” I really hope so. My hand sliding up and down a few times before I slid down to my knees, eager to taste him.

“You better.” He said as he watched me stick my tongue out and lap up his length. Reaching the tip, I sucked lightly, and then brought him into my mouth.

“Jesu- Fuck.” He groaned, fingers still in my hair. He pushed my head closer, letting out a heavy sigh.

I sucked hard as I pulled off, then looked up at him, biting my lip. He raised his eyebrow as he understood my silent request. His pulled me up under my arms, and kissed me again. His hands explored my body as the kiss intensified, and I moaned as I felt him lifting me up with no help, wrapping my legs around him.

“Where?” He asked as he kissed down my neck, nipping lightly in certain places.

“The wall over there.” I said, grinding my hips against his erection. I still hadn’t had any sort of relief.

Liam brought us over to the wall on the other side of the room, and pressed me against it. My back arched away from the cold wall, pushing my chest into Liam’s. Liam held me against the wall steadily, and I felt one of his hands come off the back of my thigh and around to my front, rubbing along my area. I felt his grip on my left thigh tighten.

“Shit, please, Liam. I need something.” I whimpered, gasped when he gave in and pushed two of his fingers inside me. “Fuck.” I said, pushing back against the wall. His fingers started moving in and out at a slow pace.

“How’s that feel, Y/N?” He whispered in my ear, nipping at my lobe.

“More.” I moaned, pushing myself down onto his fingers.

“More?” He said, and pushed another finger inside me. “Is that enough? Are you going to come from three of my fingers?” I probably could, but I shook my head; I needed to feel his length inside me. “Another finger then?” He asked, kissing my neck and sucking on my collarbone.

“No.” I couldn’t deal with the slow teasing.

“Well then there’s only one other way I can give you more.” He said, pulling his fingers out and trailing them along my bottom lip before sticking each one in individually. I sucked each of them clean and kept my eyes locked onto Liam’s the entire time, loving the way his eyes danced in excitement as he watched my cheeks hollow.

Once his fingers were clean, he pressed his lips to mine, he tongue invading my mouth. “You taste so good.” He groaned, kissing me again.

I pulled away from the kiss, “Fuck me, Liam.”

His eyes darkened and he brought his lip between his teeth. I brought a hand between us a stroked him a few times before lining him up with my entrance.

I sucked in a sharp breath as he began to sink into me. Once he was a few inches in, I felt the stretch.

“Fuck, Liam. Ugh, you’re so big. God.” I moaned, throwing my head back against the wall as he continued to fill me. “Are you all the way in yet?” My hands had moved around to his back, slipping up and down the sweat-covered skin.

“Almost.” He said, sounding like he hadn’t taken a breath since he started entering me.
Finally, I felt him still inside me, and he moved me around, getting me in position. He brought his forehead to mine and to in a deep breath, then kissed me once, deep. I clenched around him. His hands were splayed on the wall beside my head, my legs locked around his waist. I took in the incredible sight of his biceps straining against his skin, tan skin gleaming from the energy he was exerting.

“I’m going to fuck you so hard.” He groaned, and pulled his hips back slowly, then thrust into me sharply, making me cry out his name. He brought his lips to the spot where my neck and shoulder meet, then sunk his teeth in and sucked, the vessels breaking under his tongue.

He slowly pulled back and thrust in quickly again, continuing this rhythm for several minutes.
“Oh god.” I groaned, and felt myself beginning to move closer to the edge. I stayed there for several minutes, on the edge.

“Are you going to come?” He asked, still keeping the same pace, bringing a moan from me every time he pushed in.

“Yeah. But let’s go to the sofa.”

“After we come.” He said, and quickened his pace.

“Liam, oh fuck. Liam, god.” I moaned as I realized I was barrelling towards my end. “Liam, slow down. I’m going to come.”

“That’s the idea.” He grunted, taking one of his hands off the wall and rubbing he thumb against my clit.

“Oh, Liam. Don’t. Don’t stop.” I moaned as I began to tighten around him.

“Come for me.” He whispered against my ear, and I was done. My orgasm ripped through every muscle in my body, making me cry out Liam’s name in ecstasy.

“Fuck.” Liam groaned, and I felt his release fill me.

We stayed there panting for a minute or so, enjoying our post-climax haze. Liam seemed to snap out of it quicker than I did, because I felt him take me off the wall and walk us over to the sofa, sitting down with me on top of him.

“Ride me.” He instructed.

“I don’t know if I can.” I admitted, completely spent from my orgasm.

“I’m still hard, so you can go again, too.” He said, hands falling to my hips and lifting me up and down on him.

I was sensitive still, so I let Liam take charge of my body for a few minutes, resting my forehead on his shoulder. I tilted my head, kissed, and sucked his neck, moving up to his stubble. I ran my tongue along it, and then scraped my bottom teeth along his jawline. He groaned and thrust up into me hard, and I cried out. I kissed back down his neck, rolling my hips, and his fingers tightened on my hips. I kissed his Adam’s apple, feeling it bob beneath my lips. I sucked on his birthmark and rolled my hips again, deeper this time.

“Ride me.” He said again, and I felt his words vibrate up his throat. I sat up, biting my lip and looking at the mess I had made of his neck. His eyes were hooded as he watched me, hands moving up from my hips to cup at my breasts.

I slowly began sliding myself up and down his length, positioning him inside me so he hit my g-spot every time. He leaned himself back against the sofa, slouching down a bit to watch me from a better angle. His abs looked delicious.

“You know, I really wanted to fuck you at the wedding.” He said, pressing his thumb to my clit. I thought back to that night roughly four months ago. Liam had looked so fucking good in his grey vest and matching trousers.

“You should’ve.” I said, placing my hands on his shoulders.

“Imagine all the amazing sex you’ve been missing out on since then.”

“We’ll have to make up for it then.” I said, and bit back a moan. I was already so close.

“You’re going to come again, aren’t you? I can feel it.” He said, his hands moving to my hips again.

“Uh huh.” I replied with a moan. He held me still and thrust into me. “Fuck, keep doing that.” I sucked my bottom lip into my mouth.

“So good.” Liam groaned.

“Are you close, babe?” I asked.

“Yeah. Fuck. Get ready.” He said, and began thrusting into me quick and hard, his thumb doing mad circles on my clit.

“Liam, fuck, I’m – fuck, I’m coming. I’m coming, Liam.” I moaned, throwing my head back as I let the waves of pleasure wash over me.

As I became aware of my surroundings again, I realized I had my head tucked under Liam’s
head. I slowly sat back, and felt that Liam was still inside me, but he was softening.

“Fuck. That was so good.” Liam broke the silence.

“Took the words right out of my mouth.” I said, and laughed.

Liam groaned. “Fuck. Don’t laugh when I’m in you. I can feel it on my cock.”

I smiled. “Sorry.” Liam reached and hand to my face, and pushed a stray piece of hair from my forehead.

“I want to fuck you so bad right now, but I’m too tired.” He groaned, throwing his head back.

“You just did. Twice. Give yourself a break before you kill yourself.” I said, and started to get up. I felt Liam slip from inside me. I looked down at him from where I stood.

“Fucking hell.” He groaned.

“What?” I asked, puzzled.

He was staring right at my beat up core. “My – my cum. It’s dripping out of you. That’s so fucking hot.” He groaned and stood up so we were an inch apart. I felt his finger circle around my entrance, and then he brought it to my lips. I sucked his finger in, tasting our mixed juices.

He groaned again. “Fuck. Go have a shower. The second you’re out I’m fucking you on the bathroom floor.”

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