Teen Wolf Step-Brother - Chapter 2 (FINAL) - Sex Stories

Teen Wolf Step-Brother - Chapter 2 (FINAL)

... Instead, I’d put myself in a position where it was almost inevitable for Brandon to…to take me. And fuck me. I’d been fucked by my own brother. Willingly, at that…over and over and over. I’d let him take me however he wanted, I’d contorted by body into whatever grotesque position would best serve to get him off. And I’d loved every second of it. I wish that I could end this story by saying that I learned my lesson; that the next morning, Mom and I had a chat, came up with a plan, and enacted it. I wish that I could tell you that I never fucked my brother again, and our relationship returned to how it had once been. I wish that I could tell you I turned into a respectable young lady, instead of a cum-hungry little slut. But that wouldn’t be true now, would it? A few minutes after I heard Mom go into her room, Brandon opened the door. Like me, now that he’d had a taste of it, there was no going back. His need drove him—all the hormones of being a teenager, amplified by his transformation. When his dick got hard, his brain turned off, and he had to take me as his own. I tried to resist. God knows I tried. I told him that we shouldn’t be doing it, that we were siblings, that it was important we show some self-control…but somehow, that just turned us on more. It was so wrong, and it made me so wet. As he slipped into me, I was so aware of what we were doing. We were using each other…no, more than that. He was using me. I was nothing but a wet hole for him to fuck, I was the ...

... perfect creature to help him get off. In the room right next to his, so that any time of the day or night he wanted to get off, he could. After that night…well, I’d had a taste of what he could give me, and I wasn’t giving it up. Not for Mom, not for societal norms, not for anything. My job, my new purpose in life was to please my step-brother, to let him use me however he liked…and if that caused the greatest pleasure I’d ever felt in my life, then that was just a fortunate by-product. There’s something you don’t really hear about werewolves: their stamina is out of this world. Some weekends, he’ll sneak into my room at 6am, and not leave until late Sunday night. I’ve had to persuade Mom to buy me a bar fridge, just so that we don’t suffer malnutrition. She knows, of course. We tried hiding it from her, at least at first, but we’re out of control now—it’s a struggle not to meet up in the middle of the school day and fuck. She’s set down some rules—we’re not allowed to miss school, I’m not allowed to get pregnant- but I think she knows better than to stand between a werewolf and his only release. My pussy is always, always hungry now. As soon as he gets home from school, I slip into his room, and slip his cock inside me. I’ve started sleeping in one of his shirts, just so that I can have his scent with me wherever I go. I wake him up with a blow-job, and only leave his room when Mom comes in and forcibly makes me. Sometimes Brandon feels guilty about it. Sometimes, after fourteen ...