SEVEN

LEO

The view through the tiny hole in the floor pained me.

It was one thing to monitor them in pixelated live cams from Estella’s home, but the rise and fall of Graham’s ass became quite the affront in person.

His pasty backside drove his cock, a fair sized one I’d admit, into my girl.

Her blank face, staring over his jutting shoulder, provided the only saving grace. Boredom filled her features as she stared upward. Staring, unbeknownst, at me from my position in the room above them. Occasionally she’d make a grunt or moan, wrapping her legs tighter around his waist, but never did pleasure paint anything real on her face.

‘Oh my love,’ I muttered against the floorboards, ‘I’ll make you feel things he can’t.’

Graham’s big dick was an annoyance, but I’d spent years learning exactly how to pleasure Estella. I’d hacked her computer and viewed the porn she thought no-one knew about. I’d studied her like the most important coursework, knowing that this trip home might well be my only chance to make her fall for me.

I’d prefer to do it by wooing her like a gentleman. By making her swoon. By buying her the flowers and sweeping her off her feet. The lack of time and her lack of willingness eradicated any hope of that. The next best option being to hit her right where her love life lacked, which primarily fell between her soft thighs. Right where Graham lay rutting like a simple beast.

‘She needs far more than that, you imbecile.’ My words were too soft to carry down to Graham, but saying them aloud appeased my own ego.

Until I could take his place.

My cock lay sandwiched between my body and the worn oak flooring, feeling every bit like it was trying to dig it’s way to her. Homing in.

The urge to wank over the hole, to let my cum seep down and land on them, hit me. An itch that started in the base of my spine and spread from head to toe. Cum was too viscous for the hole, however, and if they suspected a leak, my father would be all up in my business trying to find the source of the liquid.

A petty annoyance. I wanted to shower their disappointing lovemaking in my cum. To mark Estella as mine.

I’d just have to wait and do it another way…

Darkness filled the house, soft snores coming from Grace and Dad’s room. Louder snores from Estella’s. Even the rumble of Graham’s slumber annoyed me. His very existence was a constant source of irritation.

A spike of panic hit me as I grasped the brass door handle and depressed it, a loud click echoing through the empty hall.

Have you lost your mind?

My heart thumped in my chest, seeming to echo in the vacant place which Estella should fill. I’d kept the space for her all those years.

On the precipice of losing my nerve, I looking both ways down the hall, assuring myself no-one else remained awake.

At a snail’s pace, I inched open Estella’s door enough to peek inside. She lay on the bed, her beautiful face turned toward the door, her perfect lips parted slightly. Squinting to make out more than the slight shape of her face, Graham’s mussed hair came into focus. He snored on.

Like a thief, I stole into the room, taking care to disturb nothing as I made my way to her.

My fingers trembled as I reached out and traced my finger through her tangled blonde tresses. So soft. Leaning close, I inhaled, pulling her intoxicating scent deep inside.

My cock ached at my proximity to her after torturing myself with edging while watching Graham fuck her. If you could call it that. Clear as day, she’d faked her orgasm, sending Graham over the edge and forcing him to fill his condom.

She wouldn’t take his cum, but she’d take mine.

Releasing my dick, I stood beside her and stroked myself, gazing into her face the whole time. Despite the absolute hell it would unleash, I willed her to open her eyes. To see me . To see the man I’d become for her.

Stroking myself to Graham’s snoring soundtrack made it take longer than I’d intended. I envisioned holding a pillow over his stupid, smug face until I snuffed out his pig-noises for good. Alas, it would mean I’d be tossed in a cell, causing me to ruin my long and convoluted plan to win Estella back.

Estella let out a soft moan, her knee rising on the bed as she shifted in her sleep. I paused mid-stroke, worry filling me as she lifted a hand to rub her face.

Shit .

A prick of sweat gathered at the base of my neck as she fidgeted, and Graham’s snoring stopped. My pulse hammered as I prepared to hide. Or flee.

Relief flooded me a moment later, when Graham resumed his snoring, and Estella’s mouth opened with her sweet, sleepy breaths.

I had to get out of there .

Quickening my pace, I reached down and freed one of Estella’s nipples from her skew-whiff tank top. The urge to bite it hit.

Soon .

Tightening my fingers around the head of my cock, I traced my fingers over the tattoo emblazoned there. The one I had for her. The one that marked me as hers.

Sensation gripped me, as I stared at the perfect peaked nipple. God, how I’d dreamt about being so close to them. How I wished to suck the puckered flesh into my mouth and heat her blood with the ministrations of my mouth.

The very idea proved enough to push me over the edge. Spilling hot ropes of cum into my hand, I caught every drop while drinking in the sight of my girl. Battling down my moans made my chest ache. I wanted her to hear them. To hear more than pathetic grunting from the man who was supposed to desire her the most. She deserved to be fucking worshipped .

When my balls had contracted to their emptiest, I pulled up my pants with one hand, and stood above my sleeping step-sister, holding out my cum filled hand.

White streaked my fingers, dripping down their lengths.

I tipped my hand upright, watching a drop gather at the tip of my index finger, growing in size, until at long last it fell toward my target.

A wet, sticky glob landed right on Estella’s lower lip .

Holding my breath, I waited for her to wake up and freak out.

She didn’t.

Her eyelids fluttered before she licked at her lower lip, before turning over.

Such a filthy girl. Swallowing my cum next to her boyfriend.

Okay, so she didn’t know , but still.

A piece of me was inside her.

The first of fucking many.