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IT’S THE MORNING AFTER I made my wild, life-changing decision to become a pornstar. The new trajectory came about when my stepbrother Decker stayed over for the weekend.
He corrupted my young eighteen-year-old mind. I’m old enough to know that. I don’t know what life has in store for me now, but that’s half the fun.
Every day can be a new adventure.
If I want to finish school, I can do that at some point. I can take online classes. I can still see my friends, whenever I have spare time not bouncing on Decker’s giant dick.
A few days ago, I was excited for Decker to be coming home to San Diego after five years in Los Angeles. But I never expected the extent of my excitement would lead to me becoming completely obsessed with him and corrupted by him.
Turns out he wasn’t come big-time Hollywood actor. Not in the sense me and my mom, Gloria, thought. He is big-time, but in a different field . . . one that can be very hot and lucrative.
After laying out the truth to us, Deck decided not to leave after the weekend was up. He didn’t ask my mom—his stepmom—if he could stay, he just told us he wasn’t leaving yet. He’s the man of the house now, so how can we argue?
He even brought two of his hung friends down from LA to spice up our lives even more. Now those two guys, Arthur the oak tree and Logan the tattooed bad boy with the Jacob’s Ladder piercings, are staying with us, too.
The house is big enough to sleep all five of us comfortably.
Art and Logan are practically strangers, but like I said, it’s out of mine and Gloria’s hands at this point. We’ve been warped.
Plus, they have huge cocks, so they can basically do whatever they want. That’s just the way it is.
It’s Tuesday morning. Two days past Decker’s supposed exit date. Now, with everything happening, there’s no exit in sight.
Hell, he might bring his whole porn operation down here. Maybe my mom’s house will turn into a glorified sex den. Who knows? Anything can happen.
Gloria would be pleased with that, I think. Because if Decker comes down here, I can possibly still stay in school, if time permits.
Either way, I go where Decker goes. I made that decision, and my mom valiantly decided to agree to tag along. She’s just as obsessed with him as I am.
But, I mean, we have this whole big house that Decker’s dad bought years ago, before he died, so why give it up? What’s the point of me and Mom relocating when Decker can just join us here? It just makes sense.
All these thoughts are going through my head when I wake up, stretch my arms over my head, and yawn.
I peek out my window. It’s a beautiful San Diego morning, the sun bright in the sky, the sky crystal blue.
I’d like to go out and do something. I’ve been trapped indoors—on my own volition—practically all weekend. Decker hasn’t let me out of his sight without pounding my pussy raw.
I’m horny as hell when I wake up, as usual. My stepbrother has done that to me. All thoughts of crushes I had at school, or even my friends, have gone out the window.
I’m a lost cause.
Tapping my chin, I narrow my eyes and smile deviously as an idea comes to my head.
How many times has Decker woken me up with a brutal plowing? Practically every morning he’s been here. Yesterday, he flopped his huge flaccid cock on my cheek while I slept, to wake me up. Still dazed and foggy from sleep, I gave him a sloppy blowjob. Then he straddled me, speed-bump fucked me from behind, and I started my day screaming his name, telling him how fat his cock was.
After that, we went downstairs and found my mom getting double-teamed by Arthur and Logan on the couch. She has quite an affinity for those boys.
The morning ended with Decker and Arthur hoisting us off our feet, fucking us from behind, and sandwiching our pussies around Logan’s pierced cock, which did wonders as it rubbed across our throbbing clits.
What a way to start the day.
I expect something similar today, but I’m going to have to make it happen.
It’s time to give Decker Shore a taste of his own medicine.
The house is quiet outside my bedroom. I’m dressed in a comfy white crop top and my fluffy pajama bottoms. I don’t expect to keep any of it on for long, so I don’t need to dress to impress my stepbrother. Hell, I haven’t needed to dress to impress him at all while he’s been here.
What I’m wearing is the least of his concerns. It’s what’s underneath that draws his attention and makes him want to fuck me like I’m the hottest, newest sex toy in town.
I tiptoe down the hall in my socks, to Decker’s dad’s room, which is now his. The floorboards creak underneath me and I grimace, hoping not to wake him.
My tiptoeing turns into shuffling and sliding to make less noise. I chuckle behind my hand, laughing at myself for this little Mission: Impossible scene I’m playing out.
The door to Decker’s room is closed. I crack it open and peer in with a single eye.
He’s asleep, on his back. It’s rare for him to wake up after me in the morning, so I know I have to take my chance.
Inching the door open wider, I step in. The room smells like him, which is lovely and manly, with a hint of crisp Old Spice.
Decker is shirtless, his muscles and perfectly toned body on full display. The sheets are pulled up to his waist and no further.
I lick my lips when I stand over him like a creeper, taking in his body.
I notice the protrusion beneath the sheets in seconds. Gently, I pull them back to reveal the prize.
Decker’s wearing boxers. He doesn’t usually wear underwear, so I find it odd, but hot nonetheless. Hot because the boxers are bunched halfway up his thigh from the way his legs are bent, and his huge limp dick is sticking out the bottom of the underwear’s left leg hole. The red cockhead and a few inches rest against his thigh, and I know there are plenty more inches inside the boxers, too.
I suppress a snort and chew my lip.
I’m not usually the one to initiate first contact like this. I’m stepping out of my comfort zone, trying to repay him for everything he’s done for me.
Going to my knees on the floor, I reach over and run my hand over his cock.
It twitches to life instantly.
Morning wood takes over as I pet Decker’s cock, gently at first. He grows harder and harder, until his boxers can do nothing to hide his size and at least six inches of cockmeat is jutting out along his thigh, with plenty more still hidden.
Decker murmurs in his sleep. It’s a throaty sound, and I wonder if he’s having a spicy dream that correlates with what’s going on in the real world unbeknownst to him.
When he’s nice and big, I wrap my fingers around his cock and push his boxers back against his pelvis to reveal more of the monster. With my other hand, I cup his bloated, cum-filled nutsack and start massaging my stepbrother.
His cock leaks precum down the wide crown.
I run my hand up and down, jerking him off slowly until he’s massive and my fingertips can’t fit around his girth any longer.
I put my balls-fondling hand on top of my other hand and give him a two-handed handjob.
He’s jutting in the air now, body slowly writhing to life.
But when I glance over, he’s still asleep. His eyes are closed, moving slowly beneath his lids.
I take a deep breath and move closer, then kiss the tip of his salty cock. I part my lips and take in the first inch of his length, which stretches my lips.
And I haven’t even gotten to the meat of his cock—the girthy middle that always breaks me in two and makes me scream bloody murder.
I bob my head and peer over his cock to see if he’s awoken.
To my dismay, he hasn’t. That’s a bit annoying.
I move faster. My saliva mingles with his precum, until I’m sliding along his fat dick like an ice skater in an ice rink.
I jerk off the base and middle part of his cock with both hands while sucking off the top few inches. I’ve got everything working in tandem now, and a thrum of excitement shoots through my pussy.
Then a hand falls on the top of my head, lazily petting my hair.
I moan from the soft touch.
Look up. See Decker’s eyes half-lidded and open.
“This is a pleasant surprise,” he says in a raspy morning voice.
I smile while I blow him. He seems happy to have his little stepsister’s lips wrapped around his cock first thing in the morning.
But then I feel something behind my head . . . and my eyes widen.
His calves close around my neck and the back of my skull, locking me in place. “You know slow never did it for me, sis,” he says wickedly, flashing a crooked smile.
Both his hands are in my hair now, gripping the roots.
Tears spring to the corners of my eyes because his cock just punched its way to the back of my throat—way too quick and suddenly.
He’s got my face leg-locked and I never saw it coming. There’s nothing I can do about it.
My airways are clogged by his massive horsecock pulverizing my throat. My neck is bloated, bulging every time he careens down my neck.
I gag and snort, trying to find a way to breathe.
It’s impossible, and he knows it. And he just smiles at me the whole time.
The bed creaks with his movements. He’s humping my face like a gorilla, arms and legs pinning me. His thighs squish against my cheeks.
My eyes roam wildly. I can hardly stay awake.
Darkness is closing in around the edges of my vision.
I didn’t anticipate this, coming in here, but I should have. Decker is ruthless and doesn’t care how badly he destroys me. He loves every second of it.
The problem is, so do I.
The asphyxiation makes my clit throb. His rough touch and the thrusts of his hips every time he bucks from the bed makes my pussy dribble and stains my pajama bottoms dark.
I’m letting out wet, lewd noises—gawk-gawk-gawk—with every punishing thrust of his cock down my throat.
My windpipe constricts around his shaft.
The darkness draws closer.
He loosens his leg-lock for a second, his strong thighs moving apart, and the pressure release makes me come hands-free.
My legs tremble and I whimper a fucked-up drumbeat as I climax while giving my stepbrother a morning blowjob-turned-brutal-face-fucking.
After I come, with my eyes still rolling in my head, he squeezes his thighs again.
Tightens his hold.
And I pass out as ropes of cum shoot down my throat, straight to my belly.
* * *
I WAKE UP SOMETIME later, in a compromised position. My face is flat on the bed, cheek compressed into the mattress, while I’m on my knees off to the side. My arms dangle uselessly at my sides.
I slurp drool and Decker’s cum from the corner of my mouth and blink myself awake.
He’s propped up on his side, on his elbow, smiling at me. “Thanks for the wakeup call, sis.”
I groan. “Your cock knocked me out.”
He pouts, mocking me. “Oh, was I too violent for your poor, tight little throat?”
I lift my head and the world swims for a second before I get a hold of myself. I can still taste Decker’s cum in the back of my throat. Downstairs, my pussy is clammy with my fluids.
“Never,” I croak. I match his smile. “You made me come without even using my hands.”
He sighs, going onto his back. “The mind is a wonderful thing, isn’t it? Your brain tells you ‘help, I need air!’ But your body says, ‘time to release the happy chemicals.’”
I giggle and wipe my mouth with my forearm. I’m going to need a shower, for sure. “Any idea what Mom’s doing?”
He shrugs. “Haven’t been downstairs yet. But if Logan and Art stayed over on the couch last night . . . I can make an educated guess.”
I bite my lip. I can’t believe I’m talking about my mother this way.
Then again, yesterday Decker pushed my head between her huge ass cheeks while she was getting fucked from below, and forced me to tongue her asshole.
So there’s that.
Guess I shouldn’t be too shocked about anything these days.
“What did you want to do today, other than get ravaged until you can’t walk right?” Deck asks, matter-of-factly.
“I was hoping we could go outside,” I say, propping my chin on my folded arms. “It’s beautiful out.”
“Sounds fun. What did you have in mind?”
I shrug. “I don’t know. A hike, maybe? I know some good trails around here.”
His smile is devious, as always, with his eyes shining through me. “Oh, sis, do you think you’re not getting sufficient exercise in the house? We’ll have to make sure you do.”