Chapter 89 STEP SISTER'S SECRET 2
STEP-SISTER’S SECRET 2
LENA’S POV
I spent the entire next day on edge — literally.
Every time I shifted in my seat, my clit throbbed, reminding me of Cass’s order. Don’t touch. I obeyed, even though it felt like torture. By evening I was a mess, my panties soaked through, my thighs clenching with every step.
At 9:58 I stood outside her door in nothing but an oversized t-shirt and cotton panties, my heart pounding so hard I thought she’d hear it through the wood.
“Come in,” her voice called before I knocked.
Her room was dim, lit by a single lamp. She sat on the edge of her king-sized bed in black cargo pants and a tight gray tank, arms crossed, looking every inch the soldier. On the nightstand: a pair of steel handcuffs, a leather belt, and something long and black that made my stomach flip — a strap-on harness with a thick silicone cock attached.
“Close the door,” she said.
I did, leaning back against it.
“Strip.”
My hands shook as I pulled the t-shirt over my head, then stepped out of my panties. Completely naked, I stood there while she looked her fill — my small, perky breasts, the curve of my hips, the slick shine on my inner thighs.
“On your knees,” she commanded.
I dropped, the carpet rough against my skin.
Cass stood, circling me slowly. “You obeyed. Good girl. No touching?”
“No,” I whispered.
She stopped in front of me, tilting my chin up. “Show me how wet you are.”
I spread my knees wider, reaching down to part my folds. I was drenched — lips swollen, clit peeking out, strings of arousal glistening.
“Beautiful,” she murmured. “Now taste yourself. Lick your fingers clean.”
I did, moaning at the flavor on my tongue.
Cass unbuckled her belt slowly, the sound making me shiver. “You’ve been a bad girl, Lena. Watching porn in my house. Touching what’s mine without permission.”
She folded the belt in half. “Over the bed. Ass up.”
I scrambled to obey, bending over the edge, feet on the floor, presenting myself. The first strike landed hard across both cheeks — fire blooming instantly. I cried out, gripping the sheets.
“Count,” she ordered.
“One,” I gasped.
She didn’t hold back. The belt cracked down again and again — ten, fifteen, twenty — until my ass was throbbing, red and hot, tears streaming down my face. But with every strike, my pussy clenched harder, dripping onto the carpet.
After the last one, she dropped the belt and knelt behind me, spreading my cheeks wide. Cool air hit my soaked folds, then her tongue — long, firm licks from clit to hole, over and over until I was sobbing with need.
“You taste even better when you’re punished,” she growled, then plunged her tongue inside me.
I screamed into the mattress as she ate me ruthlessly — sucking my clit, fucking me with her tongue, two fingers sliding in to curl hard against my front wall. When she added a third, stretching me, I shattered, coming so hard I saw stars, squirting onto her chin.
She didn’t stop until I was limp and shaking.
Then she stood, wiping her mouth. “On the bed. On your back.”
I crawled up, watching as she stripped. Her body was a weapon — strong, scarred, perfect. Full breasts with dark nipples, trimmed patch above her pussy, already glistening.
She climbed over me, straddling my chest. “Open.”
I did, and she lowered herself onto my face without hesitation. Her scent — musk and heat — overwhelmed me. I licked eagerly, desperate to please, tongue delving into her folds, circling her clit.
“That’s it,” she moaned, grinding down. “Eat your big sister’s pussy like you were born for it.”
She rode my face hard, hands in my hair, hips rolling until she came with a guttural cry, flooding my mouth. I swallowed every drop.
But she wasn’t finished.
She moved down my body, positioning us so our legs intertwined, pussies aligned. The first touch of her wet heat against mine made us both groan.
“Time to learn how to trib properly,” she said, voice rough. She pinned my thighs open with hers and started grinding — slow, deliberate circles that dragged her clit over mine.
It was overwhelming — slick, hot, perfect. Our juices mixed, the wet sounds obscene. She sped up, hips snapping, pinning me down with her weight.
“Look at me,” she commanded.
Our eyes locked as we fucked — raw, animalistic, her dominance total. I reached up to grip her hips, pulling her harder against me.
“Come with me, little sister,” she growled. “Soak my cunt.”
We exploded together — screaming, squirting, bodies shaking as wave after wave crashed through us.
After, she held me close, kissing my temple. “You’re mine now, Lena. Don’t forget it.”
I buried my face in her neck, utterly claimed.
And I’d never felt safer.