The pandemic fucking sucks. I'm out of a job, out of my nice two-bedroom apartment, and out of my fucking mind. As if it wasn't bad enough that the independent gym I worked for folded like my mom's third marriage as soon as quarantine orders went into effect, and I didn't have enough savings for rent that my landlord refused to give a break for, now I'm stuck sharing with my ex-stepbrother in a loft that my ex-stepdad is paying the rent for. And I'm one of the lucky ones.
Ramon is a decent enough roommate but even though we never lived together like stepsiblings, he acts like the insufferable teenager I know he was ten years ago. He doesn't leave the toilet seat up, but he does saran wrap it. He doesn't play his music too loud, but he does hover around the corner to scare the ever-living crap out of me at random times.
And I decided that if I couldn't beat him, I'd join in the fun. Beginning with shifting all the not-so-heavy furniture in his room to the left by two inches while he goes on his jog. Mixing super sour powder from Amazon in his protein mix. Changing all his notification tones on his phone to the Grindr noise while he sleeps like death.
But unfortunately for me, I have come to realize that my stepbrother is fucking hot. All tall and tan with lean muscle of a runner's physique. I met him for the first time at his dad's wedding to my mom and maybe saw him at Christmas parties the last three years before they divorced, and we became reluctant roommates. But it's not just that he's hot. He has an easy smile and infectious laugh. And he's generous and welcoming.
And if he wasn't my stepbrother—ex or not—I'd have already fucked him.
And I'm still dying to, despite all the reasons it would be a terrible idea. We're roommates, we were technically related through marriage, we don't know each other very well, we're still amid a pandemic. The list goes on. But tell all of that to my lady boner when he gets back to the apartment all sweaty and panting.
My hormones are going to be the thing that do me in before this virus does. That and Ramon's pranks.
Apparently, I'm being optimistic.
After Ramon figures out how to fix his phone notifications, he pranks me back by using my email address to sign up for every free porn site membership he can find. I'm getting inundated with emails about finishing or confirming my profile on outrageous websites and having to delete each account individually. But it gives me an idea of a new prank for my own revenge.
The television in the living room of the apartment is connected to Ramon's streaming accounts, his computer and phone. Two devices can share screens. And he's an idiot who uses the same password for everything so I can easily set his computer up to share screens with the television via Bluetooth on default mode. And I have an idea of when he's in his room jerking off to whatever he watches to get in the mood. He's a routine kind of guy when it comes to self-love. Jogging first thing in the morning, pumping iron every other day, and jacking off in his room or the shower every night.
I just have to wait to see what kind of freaky shit he's into, making sure to park myself on the couch with the TV ready to pair with his laptop.
I don't wait too long. On Wednesday—aka Hump Day, of course—he does his jog after he teasing me about something. Then he does some remote work—we finally both got jobs from home. After he inhales a BLT and pretends not to watch The Bachelor over my shoulder, he goes into his room, and I fucking know what he's doing. I give him a ten-minute grace period before I switch the TV input to his computer.
The screen is immediately taken over with an extreme closeup of a girl's pussy getting penetrated by a big cock in spoon position. There's a petite tattoo on her hip as the camera pans up and eventually focuses on her moaning face. She's ethnically ambiguous for the most part but she has small monolid eyes like mine. Which is unnerving. I look upwards to see if the video title is there and I let out a startled yelp at the words.
'Pervert Stepbro accidentally creampies stepsis'
"What the fuck!?" I shout before thinking.
I hear a door slam and stomping footsteps before a mostly naked Ramon appears around the corner with panicked eyes and half-off boxer shorts. I can clearly see the tip of his hard penis poking out. He obviously hasn't… finished.
"I can explain!" he yells, grabbing for the remote.
I snatch it away and stuff it behind me under a throw pillow. "You're getting off to stepsibling porn?"
"It's just porn!" he says. "The girl is hot, it's not about them playing step-"
"You mean the girl that kinda looks like me?" I ask accusatorily.
"She so doesn't look like you," he rebukes.
I roll my eyes. "Close enough. And I'm your stepsister."
He opens his mouth to argue or make excuses but I'm much too horny and curious to let him get another word in.
I stand from the couch and perch my hands on my hips. "So, you want to fuck me? Is that it? Huh?"
"Huh?" he repeated dubiously. He hesitates before he yells, "N-no!"
"I so don't believe you," I say smugly. I step forward, my eyes falling on his peek-a-boo dick. "I think you were fucking your hand to her while imagining me. And you're still hard now, because of me." I take another step forward and with false bravado, reach into his boxers and cup his erection.
He lets out a sharp gasp and throws his hands into the air, as if to prove that this isn't his doing. "What are you doing?"
"What does it look like, stepbro?" I ask mockingly. I can't help myself. I begin moving my hand around his dick and stroking it. It's hard and soft and seemingly well groomed. A bead of precum leaks from the tip and sticks on my wrist as I keep moving my hand. "Well? What'll be? Go back into your room and hope you can get yourself off… Or fuck your naughty little stepsister until neither of us can move?"
He finally snaps. Ramon wraps his hands around my upper arms and sends me careening backwards onto the couch. He crawls over me, glowering. But the grin takes the heat out of his frustration. "You're such a brat," he complains.
"Pervert," I say right before he kisses me, latching on like a suction cup. I moan instantly, forcing myself to lay back and take what he gives me. He is rough and unleashed and it makes me pool in my panties.
His hands hastily undo each metal snap of my crop top, revealing my small breasts. My nipples are already tight and pointy and part of me wants to cover them, but he doesn't give me a chance. His mouth is on them like white on rice and I shake on the couch.
"Ramon!" I yelp. I partially wish his head wasn't shaved so I could pull on his hair. But all I can do is scratch at the back of his head as he lavishes my breasts with attention and tongue.
"I've been fucking obsessed with these tits," he mumbles into my chest.
"Really?" I ask, doubtful. They've always been an insecurity of mine. I've been mistaken for a boy or a middle schooler so many times in my twenties—how could I not be insecure?
"Yes—fuck—really? Really?" he asks me, rearing up and staring at me like I've grown a wart on my nose. "What do you mean really? Your tits are amazing. Fucking shut up." Then he returns to sucking on my nipples.
I force my legs around his hips, humping up against his raging erection. He feels huge and hard, and I just want him inside me. I'm so wet and feel so empty.
"Fuck me already," I beg, but I'll never admit that I was begging. I buck my hips up against him again and he groans into my nipple.
"Jesus Christ—should've been doing this the whole time," he rasps. "You want my dick?" He pulls my jogger shorts off along with my panties. Then ditches his sport shorts like lightning, his hard dick falling against my mound with a muted smack. He reached down to wrap his fist around the base and push the tip of his dick against my clit. Dragging it down through my wet folds and then circling my clit again. My hips bucked. "Huh? Tell me, Vanessa, you want your stepbrother's dick in your pussy?"
I whimper like a little bitch and try to move my hips so he just falls into me, but it isn't working. He's grinning down at me now as if this was all somehow his plan and it's all working out for him.
"Yes," I murmur in defeat, pouting.
He shudders above me as the head of his cock notches at my entrance. In one fluid motion, half of his length is inside me and already I feel so full.
"Dios mios you're fucking tight," he hisses, his forehead bumping into mine as he partly pulls out and pushes in even more of his cock.
"I'm just small," I joke with a slight wheeze because it already feels like he's fucking my lungs.
It takes some work to get all of him in me, but we're both fucking horny enough to make it work. When he's buried to the hilt in my pussy, I clamp down on him like a vice and we both moan egregiously loud. His hands roam my body, still totally focused on my tits. I'm short enough that he has to crane his neck to suck on them again, but fuck it, he will.
"God, Ramon, fuck me hard," I plead when the slow gentle penetration isn't doing it for me. I want him to pound me. I want to risk a concussion with my head and the wall behind us.
He lets out a growl and another curse in Spanish and squeezes my thighs, pulling me up against his pelvis and bending his knees under my lower body. He crunches over me like he is preparing for a workout. Propping himself up with one hand on the couch's arm behind my head and the other squeezing my left tit, he starts thrusting into me. Hard and fast.
My head bumps up against the couch arm, but I don't fucking care. His cock is so big inside me, hitting me deep with a series of embarrassing squelching noises. I'm pretty sure I cream right away. My mouth is wide open, but no real noises besides dramatic gasping comes out.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!" I cry.
"Fuck—can't believe this is happening," he murmurs and obviously doesn't mean for me to heart it. But I can't believe this is happening either.
"Ramon!" I gasp sharply, tears gathering in the corners of my eyes. I feel an orgasm building up in me, desperately clawing up my body from my core. It feels like my pussy is twisting around his cock and pouring my arousal over it. I can feel a wet spot on the couch.
He pounds me harder, panting heavily and going between pinching my nipples and squeezing my hips. "Fuck—damnit—I'm close." To be fair, he'd technically started before me.
I need something more to push me over the edge. I reach down and start rapidly rubbing my clit with three fingers flat on it.
"Yes, yes, make yourself cum," he rasps. "Cum on your stepbrother's dick."
"I'm gonna fucking cum!" I whine as it finally starts to crest over me. My voice is high pitched and needy. "Ramon! I'm cumming! Ah!" My body starts to vibrate and buck wildly as I cum harder than I have in a bullshit year.
Ramon's thrusting stammers. "Where can I…?"
"Inside me, please, I'm covered," I tell him desperately. "I want to feel it!"
He chokes and slams into me, cumming as if on command. I shiver through the tail end of my orgasm as he fills me up, my insides warming. We freeze in that position, coming down together. After a minute of catching our breath and him making sure every drop of cum is inside me, he gently pulls out and lets his head rest on my breasts. I can feel his breath on my right nipple.
"I can't believe we did that," I say needlessly.
"Me either," he says. A beat passes and he pulls his head to look at me with a sheepish grin. "But now you have to know that I have to get you back, right?"
I positively cackle. I guess our prank war is not over yet.