Secret Fuck #3 With Stepbrother Next Door

So you remember how I told you about that whole thing with my stepbrother next door, right? Well, this stepbrother secret fuck has officially turned into our little tradition, and let me tell you, part three was something else entirely. I showed up at his place thinking it was just gonna be another quiet afternoon, but the second I walked in, I could tell the energy was different—he had this look in his eye, and his friend was just chilling on the couch, giving me this slow smile that made my stomach flip. We started off all casual, sharing a beer, but then his hand found my thigh under the counter, and that was it—the air got thick, and before I knew it, we were all tangled up on his bed, clothes disappearing like they were never there. His friend was rough in a way that made me gasp, pulling my hair back while my stepbrother kissed down my neck, and the three of us just fell into this rhythm that felt both forbidden and so natural. I remember the way my knees dug into the mattress as they traded places, the slick heat of it all, and then that moment when he pushed into me from behind while his friend guided my head down—gagging on it, tears streaming, but I was so fucking into it that I didn’t want it to stop. The stretch of it, the burn, the way they talked to me in these low, dirty voices, telling me I was taking it so good—it was like every nerve in my body was on fire. Honestly, I’m still a little sore thinking about it, but in the best way possible.