21. Jared

21

JARED

T he night is young, and I have plans for my little stepsister. I grab my skull mask and the one I got for Aria—a mask resembling a porcelain doll with pouting red lips. It's the perfect disguise for her. As well as the little doll outfit, which will give me easy access while we're out.

Securing my mask in place, I turn to Aria. Her breath quickens, anticipation building.

I pass her the costume I purchased. "Put this on, baby." The voice changer muffles my voice. "We're going out to play."

Obediently, she slides into the doll's dress and then slides the mask on, her features transforming into an alluring enigma. Hand in hand, we leave the abandoned warehouse and step into the cool night air. My heart races with adrenaline, excited about taking my girl with an audience.

Aria emanates nervous energy as we head toward the pulsing lights and the pounding bass of the rager nearby. The party is in full swing, with costumed figures dancing and swaying to the infectious music. We weave through the crowd, blending seamlessly into the masked revelry.

Tightening my grip on her hand, I pull her closer, my mouth close to her ear. "I'm going to take you right here, in front of all these people. I want them to know who you belong to."

Her eyes sparkle with excitement and apprehension, her breath coming in shallow gasps as she surrenders to my dark intentions.

The music grows louder as we move deeper into the party. My eyes never leave Aria, drinking in her every reaction. We find a secluded spot, hidden yet immersed in the chaotic celebration.

I push her against the wall, my gaze locked on hers. Her porcelain mask heightens the eroticism. My hands grip her hips as I grind against her, our bodies aligning perfectly, our desires palpable.

"You've been a naughty girl, haven't you?" I whisper, my mask almost touching hers. "Letting your stepbrother touch you, wanting more. You're my filthy little stepsister, and I want everyone here to see."

My fingers dig into her soft flesh as I lift her, wrapping her legs around my waist. She lets out a muffled moan, her body responding to my dominance. I made sure she didn't wear any panties out. Unzipping my pants, I free my hard cock and slide it through her soaking wet pussy.

"Jared," she breathes my name.

Fuck.

I'll never tire of hearing my name from her lips like that.

"Yes, baby?" I ask.

Her eyes are fucking blown wide with need as she meets my gaze. "Fuck me."

"As you wish." I lower her onto me, thrusting up to meet her.

She cries out. Our bodies move as one, speaking a language of forbidden longing. I lean back, still buried deep within her, exposing her to anyone who passes by.

"Show me how much you want it," I demand. "Prove what a dirty girl you are."

Her fingers dig into my shoulders, her head falling back as she moves her hips with abandon, taking me in. A few partiers wander by, gazes locking on us.

"Keep going, baby," I urge her on. "Show them how much of a slut you are only for your stepbrother."

Aria's cheeks are flushed with arousal and shame. Her nails dig into my shoulders, leaving marks I'll cherish.

"That's it," I growl. "Take your stepbrother's cock just like that."

As our rhythm intensifies, I feel the familiar coil threatening to explode. I reach between us, stroking my finger over her swollen clit, sending her over the edge. Aria's body shakes as she climaxes, her tight as fuck walls clenching around me. With a final, powerful thrust, I spill myself into her, breeding my little stepsister's tight cunt in public.

We remain connected, seeking to prolong the moment, our heated flesh pressed together, the masks protecting our identities.

I wish I could tear off these masks and shout about our relationship. I want everyone to know she's my stepsister, my lover. I yearn to drag her to the dance floor and claim her publicly. Let them see what we have—a raw, primal connection that defies societal norms.

The urge to brand her as my possession, to announce our taboo relationship, is overwhelming. But I know it's just a twisted, secret fantasy. The consequences would be immense, and I won't hurt Aria like that. Not yet.

Instead, I slowly withdraw from her, reluctantly breaking our connection. Slowly, I lower her to the ground and squeeze her hand. Knowing that as she walks, my cum is dripping from her, no doubt rolling down her bare legs.

The mere thought makes my dick swell again.

I kiss the inside of her wrist. "Come with me," I order. "I'm taking you home. Our home."

"What do you mean?" She asks.

The silence stretches between us, and I don't answer. Instead, I nod toward the exit, urging her to follow.

"It's time to return to our family home. I've stayed away too long, and I'm not letting you go now that you're mine." My gaze never leaves hers. "You understand, don't you, baby?"

She nods, her eyes huge behind the mask. She's entirely mine now, and I'll stop at nothing to keep her.

It's 3am, and I know our parents have already left for vacation. I will pleasure her in every room of that house.

I tighten my grip on her hand, leading her back toward our shared past. Tonight is the beginning. Our twisted dance will take on a whole new dimension by the time the sun rises.