I Rode My Stepbrother’s Face While Our Parents Were Downstairs

I know how fucked up it sounds, but I can’t stop replaying it in my head. That night, that moment — it’s burned into me.

Our parents were downstairs having wine, talking about some boring family vacation. My stepbrother and I were upstairs, pretending to watch a movie. He sat next to me, too close, the kind of close that makes your thighs clench. We’d always flirted. Jokes, touches that lasted too long. But that night it turned real.

He looked at me, smirked, and said, “You’ve been teasing me for months. You gonna do something about it?” My heart pounded. I straddled him. No hesitation. I pulled my shorts off and sat on his face like I’d dreamed about.

His tongue was magic. He licked me like he was starving, hands gripping my thighs, pulling me down harder, moaning into my pussy. I rode his face, grinding like I was in heat, and every time I glanced toward the door, I swore I could hear our parents laughing downstairs.

The risk made me wild. I came all over his mouth, legs shaking, crying out into a pillow to muffle the sounds. When I got off him, his face was soaked — and he just licked his lips and said, “Next time, I’m fucking you.”