Chapter 96 Vignette 88
The night stretched endlessly, shadows crawling over the walls as the minutes ticked by. She lay on her back, then on her side, then curled tightly into a ball, her blanket twisting around her legs like a trap. Sleep wouldn’t come, no matter how many times she squeezed her eyes shut and willed her mind to go quiet.
It wasn’t just the silence of the house that pressed down on her; it was the loneliness. She hated sleeping alone, had always hated it. As far back as she could remember, she needed someone close…someone’s warmth, someone’s heartbeat to lull her into rest. When she was younger, she’d sneak into her mother’s bed, burrowing against her for comfort. But those days were long gone.
Now, the emptiness of her room felt unbearable. Every time she turned, the sheets cooled instantly where her body had been, leaving her skin chilled, her chest hollow. She hugged her pillow tighter, pretending it was someone else, but the fabric was unyielding, lifeless. It didn’t soothe her.
Her thoughts kept circling back to him. Her stepbrother. The way his presence filled a room, steady and grounding. He wasn’t soft or fragile like a pillow; he was warmth and strength, someone who could wrap her up in arms that felt like walls keeping the world out. She craved that more than she wanted sleep.
The more she tried to resist the thought, the more it consumed her. Finally, with a frustrated sigh, she tossed the blanket aside. Her feet touched the cool floor, and she hesitated only for a moment before she found herself slipping out of her room, her heart hammering as if she were doing something she shouldn’t.
She pads down the hall and sneaks into his bed. She crawled into his bed without a word, the mattress dipping under her weight.
She crossed her leg over her step brother who was fast asleep, her hand curled into his neck, her chest pressed against his chest.
She breathed, feeling relieved. She knew he might get mad if he woke up and saw her beside him, but she just needed someone to cuddle with for the night.
Cuddle and nothing more.
She noticed his breathing change after she wrapped her body around him.
Then his hand lifted and grabbed her too, tightening her in his arms.
At first, he thought he was dreaming. He rubbed his hand on her body…her back, then her ass. He grabbed her ass tight, breathing pleasurably, soft warmth curling into his hand, the faint brush of hair against his shoulder.
Her eyes widened when he grabbed her ass. Her breathing trembled instead of evening out.
His eyes snapped open. She’s there. His stepsister. In his bed.
“...What are you doing?” His voice was a low rasp in the dark, caught between warning and disbelief.
She didn't answer right away. She only pressed closer, her palm splayed over his chest as though she needed the steady rhythm of his heartbeat to anchor herself.
“I couldn’t sleep,” she whispered finally, words barely audible. “I just… needed to be here.”
The silence between them stretched, heavy and charged. He should tell her to leave. He should push her back, draw the line they both know is there. But the heat of her body seeps into him, unraveling every reason he has to resist.
He looked down at himself…his cock. It was standing, pushing through his sleep shorts like it wanted to see the outside world.
“Here, this is what your sleepless night's caused." He said, pointing to his cock.
She looked at it, her lips began to tremble. "I- I'm sorry, I didn't mean to.” She apologized, shifting backward.
"Come on, how would your apologies help me right now?” He laid on the bed, lifted his hips and dragged his shorts down from his waist. His cock sprung out and her eyes widened.
“What are you doing, Mich," she asked, her heart pounding.
"You're going to help me put it back to sleep." He said, his voice low, dangerous, “now come on, come suck it.” He said. He was laying flat on the bed, legs spread apart, hard dick standing tall with big balls under it.
She hesitated but came nearer. She knew she caused this and she had to be the one to fix it.
She held his cock in her hand, her fingers wrapped around the thick pulsing cock. He gasped at her touch. She stroked, dragging her hand down to his shaft, his veins becoming more visible as his cock hardened even more.
Then she leaned in, her lips opening to take his cock. They touched his tip. She continued to lean in until his cock was half inside her mouth.
She sucked there, but then he pushed her head to go further, throat deep. She gagged, but he continued to push her head deeper. She was sucking his big cock, her saliva was all over it.
She put her hand on his balls, rubbing it. Then she shifted her mouth to his balls and started sucking it, letting it pop out of her mouth. He moaned. Her hand was on his cock, stroking it and simultaneously sucking his cock.
“Shit! Keep sucking me like that and I'm going to cum on your face,” he groaned and she went harder.
She shifted to his cock again, sucking him throat deep…deeper than she went last time, her hand rubbing and poking his balls.
Then she pulled out, stroking him now with her hand. Almost immediately, his cum shot out of his cock.
She pulled back, wrapping her hair quickly and getting out of the bed.
“I'll be in my room now," she said, voice unsteady.
"Yeah you should. Cos if you don't we might just have to go on another round. Maybe with your pussy.”
She flinched, stumbling backward. She stormed out of the room with a decision to never return.