I didn’t want to interfere, but it seemed as Ethan was bothered by his dad’s ability to please his son’s girlfriend better than he was able to. I tried talking to him, but he only got angry.
We went out a couple of times to dinner as a family and we did have a good time. At least, daddy, mom and I did. Ethan had started fighting with Ann as well, and we all noticed it.
“I’m not good enough for you.” – I heard him say one night.
The next week, Ann left leaving Ethan behind. It seemed they had broken off. He didn’t seem too concerned about the relationship and instead of going back to college, he had decided to stay at home before continuing his studies abroad. The next following days proved to be strange: daddy left for a business trip and it was just mom, Ethan and me in the house. I was under the impression that me and Ethan were finally going to get some alone time and I seriously turned my flirtation on. I didn’t even think I will need it, but I simply wanted to make it more enticing for him. The strange part of the whole story was Ethan. He was completely disinterested, and if anything, he was acting as if he was he was actually ignoring me. For a couple of days, I was sure he had a grudge against me. But, then again I thought about what all happened with Ann real hard, and I figured I hadn’t done anything wrong. I was nice to her, more than nice, the whole time she was here. The way he was acting was just so damn confusing.
I tried talking to him a few times, I even sneaked into his bedroom one night, but he actually brushed me away. He basically told me he didn’t want to fuck with me. Straight to my face. So, I decided to let it go, at least for a while.
After that, I started noticing Ethan spending a lot more time with my mom. It was almost as if he was making excuses to spend as much time with her as possible, instead of me. Like he was trying to deliberately avoid me at all costs, especially when daddy was away. At first, I was sure I was imagining it, but then this very weird thing happened: after running errands with my mom for the whole day, both of them walk back into the house, all laughing and joking, as if all of a sudden they were best friends. I was upstairs but I could still see and hear them as they went to the kitchen. I rolled my eyes in disgust. It was complete bull that ‘My sweet, sweet stepbrother wanted to help my mom make dinner’. He was taking this way too far.
“Ethan…cooking dinner?” That would be a first, I scoffed to myself in annoyance.
I knew there was something weird about it, but I was trying to give him the benefit of the doubt. Half an hour later, I walk in the kitchen to see Ethan stirring a pot of stew, taking a spoonful of it and seductively holding it while asking my mom to taste it. As much as that ordinarily might seem a mundane thing to do, it was about the way he said “taste it”. I did not imagine what I had just heard. The pronunciation was too erotic and it even made my toes curl. And, that wasn’t even the worst part: I saw mom, her eyes shining as if she had a different glow to them, as if she was almost flirting with Ethan. I shook my head, as if I was trying to erase the thought from my mind. Wanting to assure myself I was making myself see things. She accepted the spoonful in her mouth without removing her eyes from his and I swear she licked her tongue a bit extra, as if making an effort of tracing her lips with it,
wanting him to notice it. As much as I wanted to convince myself I was only imagining it, there was no way to ignore the bulging thickness imprinted in Ethan’s pants. It was more than clear that he had a hard on. I wanted to convince myself it was only him, that my sweet, beautiful mom had nothing to do with it. Naturally, I used that moment to interrupt, pretending I was walking into the kitchen that same instant as if I wasn’t observing by the door the last 15 minutes.
I casually walked in humming. To my not-so-shocked surprise, they both jump apart very quickly as if they were caught doing something wrong. This single act confirmed that it wasn’t only Ethan seducing, but mom wanted to be seduced. Of course, I played it cool. At least as much as I could, considering that my heart was beating out of my chest, as I writhed with anger and suspicion. Yet I acted as I hadn’t even caught of hint, nor noticed them jumping when I walked in. I simply asked what’s for dinner and once I got my answer, I walked up to mom, kissed her on the cheek, and I left the kitchen.
At dinner, Ethan was pouring extra wine to mom, and she was drinking it. All of it. I had never seen her drink that way and I wasn’t sure if he was thinking he was getting her drunk or she had simply decided to let him get her drunk. Anyway, dinner was awkward, to say the least, although mom played it as cool as possible. She simply acted as if nothing was happing and the good daughter that I was, I acted like I believed her. I kept looking at each of them across the table. One, then back at the other. I kept saying to myself that there was no way this was even happening. Ethan did not have enough balls to try what I thought he was up to, not to mention mom. Mom was head over heels for daddy, and there was no way in hell she’d even contemplate anything with Ethan. I mean, how could she? Or…would she?
After a while, mom excused herself as she was already tipsy and her face was blushed. She had to lay down and I understood that, being a bit relieved that mom didn’t actually do anything except for flirt. As she stood up, she turned to Ethan speaking as softly as possible: “Ethan dear, thank you so much for this beautiful day. I really enjoyed spending time with you. You are the spitting image of your father, inside and out. And I’m glad to have you in our little family.”
As she was leaving the dining room, I saw the glow in Ethan’s eyes and I knew instinctively he had other plans.
“That little bastard”- I said under my breath.
As we finished our meal and went to our rooms, I took a shower and didn’t even try to seduce Ethan, considering how annoyed I was. I was thinking about his actions concerning mom and I wasn’t sure just where exactly was he going with this. As I went to sleep, I had a restless dream, constantly tossing and turning, until around about 2am when I opened my eyes, and heard a strange sound. In a sleepy haze, I heard panting and moaning coming from what seemed to be outside. Passionate cries of desire and despair filled the hallway and my eardrums. Was someone crying? I laid in bed for a while thinking it was my imagination or maybe the television downstairs was left on, making those intense sounds. Only after I was fully awake, I realized the sounds were coming from down the hall. I stood up, a bit giddy because that meant that daddy had returned from his business trip a day early. I thought about it for a little while, but my inside nymphomaniac got the best of me: I decided I’d walk up to their bedroom to watch them fuck one more time. After all, I’ve had really good orgasms listening and watching them, so what’s another one?
I walked down the hall and towards their bedroom. The door was opened, slightly ajar, as if someone opened it intentionally. I hid in the corner and decided to kneel and take a peak, trying not to be seen, of course. As I poked my head in, I was surprised: daddy wasn’t back from his business trip it all! It was Ethan, my stepbrother, fucking my mom! Mom was blindfolded and she was grabbing her ankles, moaning uncontrollably. I’ve never heard her moan that way. Ethan was behind her, fucking her doggy-style, spanking her with each thrust, going harder and harder… Just by looking at his face, I was already wet. I wanted him, I wanted Ethan to come back and fuck me harder and better as he used to. I sat down at the floor, fully aware that he saw me. Thankfully, mom was blindfolded. I sat in front of him, spreading my legs full wide, staring into his eyes while touching myself. Anger and sheer lust swirled inside me simultaneously. I was overcome with pleasure, seething anger, yet dripping, soaking wet with arousal. I had never felt such extremes before. Not even when I walked in on Daddy, Ethan and Ann. I needed this. It was the most savage, the most wild, the most prohibited sort of sex I’ve ever seen. Ethan saw me, he smiled and simply continued to fuck my mom even harder, saying: “Does he fuck you like this huh? Answer me!”
I was rubbing my pussy as hard as I could, hearing his voice and then hearing my mom beg him not to stop. Ethan repeated his question a few more times before he finally heard what he wanted: “No! You are better! Please fuck me, don’t stop!” – My mom said, as I finally was able to cum. I stood up and left the room, leaving Ethan to his own finale.
As I clasped the door knob to my room, my heart still racing, and my legs still quivering from my erotic release, I whispered to myself -“Pandora’s Box…Wide Open.”
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