Holy Scomiche: The Second Helping

My Horny Step-Brother

Mitch groaned as Scott knocked on his door, not looking forward to the usual boner and shirtless abs.

Not that he was complaining. Like, Scott had a pretty big dick and some chiseled ass abs.

Mitch's P.O.V.

I sighed as I woke up Saturday morning at 7:00 on my own.

Nothing even provoked me, I just woke up on my own.

"Might as well raid the fridge." I sighed, swinging my tiny legs and walking down the hall.

As I walked, I noticed Scott's door was wide open.
"I wonder if he's up." I thought to myself.

I walked down the stairs and heard commotion, but didn't see anything.
"Not today Satan! I rebuke the!" I said in a joking as I walked to the fridge, chuckling as I grabbed a green apple and took a bite out of the succulent fruit.

"I'm gonna to the club tonight and pop this pussy." I started to twerk a little,stoping immediately invade anyone was looking... little did I know.

I felt a little of the juice from the apple slide down my lips and went to wipe it off.

I felt a strong vice grip on my wrist and felt a strong chest pressed against the back of my head.

"I guess I'm the Satan you rebuke?" Scott whispered huskily in my ear. I felt a shudder go down my spine at his words.

I gripped the apple in my hand a little harder when he started to press me against the counter with his pelvic thrusts, resting his boxer restricted boner on my almost bare ass.

"I guess so. You're evil enough to be." I let out a loud gasp as Scott bent me over to counter and started massaging my ass.

I took a nice bite of my apple and enjoyed the massage. Good fruit and shot guy rubbing my ass? Yes please!

Scott started to grind his fabric covered cock between my ass. It felt good to have his monster rubbing my asshole.

I let out a small groan as Scott started pushing harder, his grip on my ass cheeks getting harder.

"You want this monster inside you?" He asked huskily. Before I could think I could feel my brain being knocked around as I nodded.
"I want you to rail my walls until I'm one with these counters." I said without hesitation.

Scott pulled the coverage of my panties to rest on my right cheek and plunged a finger in, making my eyes widen at just how long and thick his fucking fingers were.

He kept thrusting his hands harder and harder into me and my knees buckled under me, making me want to fall.
"No you don't." Scott said, changing his angle to finger me even deeper and harder.

I felt something wet drip down my leg and through I was bleeding, until I realized I'd be in pain if I was bleeding in my asshole.
"Am I making you wet, kitten? Does daddies finger make your ass drip for his cock?" I could feel his smirk.

"N-no." I lied.
"Oh really? Not even if I do this?" Scott asked, changing his speed from normal to piston.

My knees buckled every time his knuckles touched my trundle, the wet substance dripping out in an abundance now.
"Ha!" I quivered as my body started to shake.

I groaned when Scott stopped and pulled my panties back in place.

I started catching my breath and shakily turned around to see Connie and my dad sitting in the living room, not paying us any attention.

Scott had turned his attention to something else, as if he weren't fingering my lights out seconds ago.

I walked over to the island and payed attention to whatever was on the tv. Why the hell do they watch tv so loudly? I swear, they can watch tv on full blast and not give a damn but if you walk down the hall at night these bitches are bats.

I bent over the counter and got more in depth, when I felt strong hands move my panty coverage and plunged his fingers in again, going hard and fast right off the bat.

His other hand clasped over my mouth as I moaned, my right hand clasping over his while my left clutched the counter hard.

He pulled his fingers out and placed his leaking monster on my back, the pre-cum dripping down my back and sliding through my asscheeks.

He reached into the counter that no one opens and pulled out lube, jamming it's tiny nossle into my ass and squeezing a large amount into me.

He pulled it out and replaced it with his cock, pushing inch by inch until his balls touched mine.
"You ever wonder what my nut would feel like inside of you?" Scott whispered into my ear.

Before I could answer he pulled out almost completely and thruster back in.

I screamed my moans into his hand as he thruster harder and harder with every repeat.
"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" I said, all of it being muffled to a hush by his hands and covered completely by the volume of the tv.

His huge cock ramming into my tight walls made me want to cum instantly. I felt that liquid substance from before flooding down my shaky legs.

Scott kept thrusting, as though he wasn't fucking into oblivion already. He even sped up.

After a while he slowed down to agonizingly slow thrusts as my parents turned down the tv. He also let go of my mouth and acted like he was reaching for an apple while my parents turned around.

"You okay, Mitch?" Connie asked me.
"Yeah. Just s-stubbed my t-toe." I held my moans.
"Okay. Be more careful next time." My dad said, turning back around.

They turned back up the tv and Scott started thrusting hard again, lifting my leg backwards and fucking even harder.

After a while, he dropped my leg and picked me up with his cock still inside of me, walking up the stairs and towards his room.

He closed and locked the door, then walked us to his bed and set me face down ass up before proceeding to fuck my ass into paper.

I couldn't even have time to comprehend anything before I came in my panties, gripped the nearest thing to me hard as I had an uncontrollable orgasm.

Scott wasn't far after, letting out an animalistic growl as he thrusted his cum into me.

He pulled out halfway through his orgasm and nut on my ass, covering my cheeks with his warm cum.
"Fuck." I sighed as my body finally gave out and I fell asleep.