Chapter 8
Visiting relatives, unexpected escapade
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5 months later.
Amelia had boarded a flight with her husband to the country of Ardec, where her parents lived. She hadn't seen them in a long time, and Sebastian had brought up the suggestion of seeing them which she happily agreed to. They had planned to stay for about a week, plenty of time to catch up with her relatives.
Reaching their destination, a duplex as well, her parents were happy to see her. Her step brother who was 16 when she got married was now much taller than her and Sebastian and this bastard dared to rub it in, making her punch his arm in annoyance.
However, he, who now had the build of a linebacker, chuckled, saying her punch was just a tickle, making her harrumph.
After a while, her stepfather, Emmett, took Sebastian out to play golf with his cronies. Her mother and her chatted about many things while Wyatt, her stepbrother headed upstairs to do what she cared not about.
Two days later,
2:56 am.
She stepped out of the guest room assigned to her and her darling husband wearing a cropped, oversized long-sleeved shirt and a thigh-length flare skirt. Her aim was to quench her thirst downstairs at the kitchen.
Surprisingly, she found Wyatt there, drinking a glass of water. She found his Adam's apple enticing and had the urge to lick it.
And this fellow was effing shirtless. Those abs...she wanted to grope them, see if they were as solid as they appeared.
And his crotch, would she be lucky to grope that as well...?
Quickly, she scolded herself internally for thinking such a wrong thing of her step brother.
"Oh big sis, you're thirsty too, huh?" Wyatt remarked upon noticing her presence.
She rolled her eyes, "None of your business,"
Unexpectedly, he stood in front of the fridge and folded his arms, nose to the ceiling.
"You... Get lost," she seethed.
"No access. Unless you admit you're thirsty, "
"What is wrong with you?" She frowned.
"Are you thirsty or not, big sis?" He asked, a brow raised in amusement.
She suspired in defeat since trying to push him failed. "Yes, I'm thirsty," she replied in a low tone.
"Thirsty for what?"
"You... Don't push your luck, Wyatt," she warned, teeth locked in annoyance.
He chuckled, "Big sis, how can you tell me not to do my job?"
"Your job?" Her brows drew together in bafflement.
"Yeah. Part of my job is to push all the wrong buttons on my big sis and see how great her explosive rage will be. Will it perhaps, blow up this entire building to smithereens? Or will it..." He inclined his head, bringing his lips close to her ear, "...make Amelia get down on her knees like a good girl and suck my dick?"
He quickly straightened his torso, wearing an impish grin.
"You..." Amelia looked livid and raised her hand to slap him but he caught her wrist easily.
"The only slapping sound I'm sure you want to hear is the one made when you're pinned beneath me,"
"You... What nonsense are you spouting? Let go of me!" She snapped.
He immediately switched their positions, trapping her to the fridge's door.
"You... What are you doing?" She asked in an apprehensive tone.
"Something I'm sure you'd love to happen between us, big sis,"
"What..?" She faltered.
"Don't play dumb, big sis. I know you want me to fuck you and coincidentally, I like you Amelia. I've been fantasizing about fucking you senseless for a long time."
"But...that is wrong. We're family..."
"Not blood-related, sis. That doesn't deprive us from fulfilling our fantasies." He persuaded gently, stroking her hair. " So what do you say?"
She averted her gaze, "I'm not sure about this..."
He took her hand and made her cup his bulge. Her eyes widened as she gazed at him, her mouth agape.
She hadn't expected him to do that.
And right now, she was feeling the state of his manhood—restless, frantically protesting it's right to cock freedom!
"See what you're doing to me? Are you heartless enough to let me suffer while you sleep next to your husband wondering how sex with me would have been? Hm?" He lowered his head, his lips almost touching hers.
"You're right, lil brother. Screw morals and rules. Let's know how we taste," she quickly decided, her once unsure gaze becoming determined and lustful.
"Good choice, Amelia," he said smilingly before claiming her lips with his.
She snaked her hands around his waist, investing herself into the kiss.
When they parted, they looked into each other's lustful eyes, their chests heaving in sync as they exhaled.
Hiking her skirt, Wyatt placed her on the kitchen island and then parted her legs, positioning himself between them.
Amelia lifted her loose cropped shirt, revealing her nipples—distended and begging to be sucked.
He pressed her boobs together till the nipples touched. Dipping his head, he flicked his tongue around them briefly before taking them into his mouth and sucking.
"Oh my... Mmn... Oh yeah... Aauhh~! Suck me, lil brother, suck me more~" she whimpered, eyes slumping, toes scrunching up as she arched into him, caressing his hair with one hand while her right palm rested on the table's surface.
"Oh, suck me, Baby~ Mmn~" she moaned, her legs hooking around his hips, pulling him closer so his bulge could make contact with her throbbing cunt.
Soon he planted kisses from her cleave, down to her navel and then licked her outie bellybutton.
Finally, he freed her left leg of the damp cotton undies, exposing her quim before him. He cupped her meaty vulva and gazed at her lustfully.
"Sis, your cunt is so beautiful," he complimented.
"Thank you, baby," she responded as he started stimulating her wet heat with his fingers.
Eventually, he squatted and started eating her out.
Her moans' volume increased and she quickly brought a hand to her mouth, eyes widened.
Looking to her right, she saw that the kitchen door was left open, "Wyatt, please, let's do it elsewhere,"
"Why?" He raised a brow.
"We'll hundred percent get caught here," she whisper-yelled.
"So, where do you want us to do it?"
"Anywhere safe, please,"
He suspired, "Alright then,"
She quickly made herself presentable and after making sure the coast was clear, both sneaked to his room.
There, she got rid of her shirt and pink-coloured tanga. She then walked to him and slid her hand into his pajama pants, freeing his cock.
She began undulating her fingers on his length. Wyatt didn't have Aaron and Harris' impressive girth but he was still magnificent in his own way and his dick's length beat the other two at least.
She couldn't wait to feel her stepbrother's pecker inside her.
After she finished stroking him, she got on the bed and lay on her side, cradling her elevated left leg.
"Come fill me up, Wyatt. Make me spew profanities, courtesy of your handsome fuck rod," she beckoned with an alluring gaze.
And who was her step sibling to resist? He got on the bed and slid into her cove from behind, taking over in cradling her left leg.
All she could do from there on was sing his cock's praises while locking a sensual gaze with him.
Unable to resist, he kissed her while slowing his hip thrusts briefly. After parting the kiss, he resumed with fiercer hip thrusts, while she inhaled sharply through her teeth, her lips puckered seductively as she gazed at his ever moving, powerful waist.
One hard and deep thrust later and a heady moan escaped her lips, her eyes rolling to the back of her head.
Minutes later,
She sat astride him in reverse and started riding his delectable fuck shaft, not forgetting to sway her hips from side to side.
Wyatt soon hooked his hands around her midriff and made her settle her back on his chest.
Then, he hooked his left arm under both knees, elevating her butt, her cunt still had half his length stuffing it.
With his right fingers encircling her neck, he commenced bucking his hips forward. And with her legs squeezed shut, her quim felt even more stuffed and this brought her more pleasure.
Her attempt at pursing her lips was like pouring cold water on a live fish and expecting it to swoon.
She successfully failed and couldn't help gasping and sucking her teeth, eyes half-lidded.
"Stepsis, this is the best time of my life. Getting to fuck your sweet tight snatch like this," he confessed midst grunts.
"And I regret not visiting home sooner, Wyatt. Your dick is a king; one that my cunt loves worshipping," she responded amidst drawled moans. "Drill me harder please, make me want for your cock even after I depart with that thing called Sebastian,"
And so, he drilled her cunt even fiercer, her eyes rolling to the back of her head. Yes, she would never forget the taste and might of his rod!