100 Dripping Wet Dreams

Aima's POV

My heart raced as I watched my parents' car disappear down the long driveway. The weekend stretched before me like an endless promise of freedom.

Finally!

Ever since Marcus came back I'd been a tight horny slut. I needed a release. I needed my rose. I needed him! Unfortunately he never looked at me twice.

I'd have to settle for my rose and my fingers.

But I dared not do that with my parents around because Lord! I was a loud screamer.

Marcus, my twenty four year old stepbrother, was easily the hottest boy I'd ever seen. He's tall, with a deep velvety voice that made my pussy throb every single time

We had lived together for five years since our parents married, but lately the tension between my legs when I looked at him had grown unbearable.

I slipped into my bedroom, locking the door behind me, then I peeled off my clothes, letting them fall to the floor.

Naked, I lay back on my bed, my fingers trailing down my stomach and finding the damp heat between my thighs.

Hmmm, wet for Marcus, always wet for Marcus.

I pictured his strong hands, his deep voice, his tall frame, the way he dominated every room he entered… while slowly circling my clit and biting my lip to stifle my loud moanings.

My other hand pinched my nipple, imagining it was his mouth. "Marcus…" I whispered, lost in fantasy.

My fingers moved faster, dipping lower inside my tight pussy, I could feel the sweetest sensations deep in my core.

"Marcusss" my hips lifted off the bed as I chased release moaning to my step brother's name.

The door creaked open.

I froze, my eyes wide with terror. Marcus stood in the doorway, shirtless and wearing only his sweatpants that barely covered his waist. His dark eyes locked stared deeply at my spread legs, my fingers still buried inside myself.

"Well, well," he said in a low and dangerous voice. "What do we have here?"

I yanked my hand away and scrambled for the covers, my face burning with humiliation. "Marcus! Get out! I…I thought you were gone!"

He stepped inside, closing the door behind him gently. He locked the door. "Dad and mum left for their little getaway. Just you and me now, baby sis." He crossed his arms, flexing those sexy muscles. "Don't stop on my account baby. You were saying my name."

My breath hitched. I wanted to deny it, I wanted to scream at him to leave, but the heat in his gaze pinned me where I was.

The smell of my arousal filled the room as I watched those dark eyes on me, on my pussy.

Marcus approached the bed, towering over me. "You've been teasing me for months, Aima. Walking around in those tiny shorts, blushing every time I get close. So this is what you do in your closet huh? Touching yourself while moaning my name?" He reached down and pulled the sheet away, exposing me completely. "It's time I claimed what's always been mine."

My body trembled as he stepped closer to me. I tried to cover myself, but he caught my wrists in one large hand, pinning them above my head.

"Don't hide," he growled. "I've waited long enough for this."

His free hand traced down my side, cupping my breast and brushing my hard nipples. I gasped, a jolt of electricity shooting straight to my core. I was mortified, yet my pussy clenched with fresh arousal.

"Marcus, we can't… this is wrong," I whispered, even as my back arched into his touch.

"Wrong?" He chuckled darkly. "We're not blood related. And you've been mine since the day I moved in. I see how you look at me." He leaned down, his mouth hovering over mine. "Say it. Tell me you want this."

I hesitated, shame and desire consuming me whole. He slid two fingers between my thighs, finding my pussy soaking wet. He groaned as he pulled them out, a thin line of my wetness following them.

"Fuck, you're drenched. Your body wants me."

I missed his touch immediately. But not for long because his two thick fingers pushed back inside me without warning. I cried out my hips chasing them. He pumped them slowly, curling to hit that sensitive spot deep inside. "That's it. Feel how tight you are for me."

Pleasure clouded my mind. I moaned, my legs falling open wider despite myself.

Marcus released my wrists and grabbed silk ties from his pocket, soft, black and sexy as fuck. He bound my wrists to the headboard, stretching my arms taut.

"Beautiful," he murmured, stepping back to admire his work. "Now you can't run away while I train you to submit."

He stripped off his sweatpants, revealing his hard cock, thick and veined, already leaking precum. My eyes widened.

Fuck! It was bigger than I'd imagined in my fantasies.

Marcus climbed onto the bed, settling between my spread thighs. He continued the intense fingering, adding a third finger, stretching me. His thumb rubbed firm circles on my clit. My moans grew louder as I grinded against his hand desperately.

"You're going to cum for me like this first," he commanded. "Then I'll fuck you properly."

My orgasm was building really fast. His fingers moved faster and deeper, the sound of them going in and out filling the entire room. My thighs shook. "Marcus… oh god…"

"Cum," he ordered.

I shattered, crying out as my orgasm crashed over me. My creamie coated his hand, dripping down my ass. He didn't stop, drawing out every single shudder until I was a whimpering, oversensitive mess.

He withdrew his fingers and shoved them into my mouth. "Taste how much you want me."