Chapter 4 (The End)

I pleaded with him again, "Max! Please! Let me go... I don't want to do this... you're my brother... please! No!" But it backfired on me. It turned him on even more after hearing me beg. I could feel his steely grip tightening on my hips, causing me pain. Then, as he pulled me onto him, he rammed his cock balls deep in one hard thrust.

It was more than I could take. I grabbed a pillow and screamed into it. My knuckles turned white as I held onto it for dear life. Goosebumps broke out all over my body as I could feel the tip of his manhood rub past my sweet G-spot and bump into my cervix.

He reached forward with his right hand and pulled me up by my shoulders. Then he held onto my right collar as he slid his left hand under my waist and pulled my hips up. I was still trying to cope with the pleasurable pain that came with the deep penetration of my pussy, so I put up no resistance as I let him manipulate me into position.

The sound of my panting breath and the squeaking of the mattress springs suddenly sounded deafening in the otherwise silent room. From the mirror, I could see myself on all fours, pushing my palms down on his mattress for support and my head lowered with his right hand pulling on my shoulder.

My wet clothes exposed every curve I had on my body. My slim arms were damp and gleaming with sweat, my long hair clinging onto my sticky, fair neck and partially obscuring my face. As he lifted my waist with his left hand, my back arched, thrusting my firm, hanging breasts out below me.

I could see my nipples poking through the soaked fabric of my flimsy T-shirt. He was kneeling between my spread thighs, his tanned dark skin contrasting with my fair maiden-like skin, slowly withdrawing his hard cock from the depths of my pussy once more.

"Mmmm... fuck... arrghhhh... mmmm..." I whined as I felt his man meat dragging on every nook and cranny of my tight female canal. My wetness was seeping out in between as he pulled out, a few droplets of girly fluid dripping down between my legs, and onto the bed.

He continued to withdraw slowly until only his tip was in and then slid his whole cock in balls deep again. I felt like I was in sexual heaven, being fucked by him. I really hated my body for enjoying it as I reluctantly sighed and moaned to myself.

He repeatedly pumped his large, rock-hard cock into my dripping-wet pussy at a slow and constant pace. I was shaking and shuddering from the continuous sexual assault. All this while, he was using his right hand to pull me back onto his thrust, using my shoulder for leverage. He started to feel my tight pussy walls relaxing and opening up to his cock for easier entry as if encouraging him to go harder and faster.

Just then, there was a knock on his door. "Max, are you in there? What are you doing inside? Don't lock yourself upstairs. Come down and help serve our guests... and where's your sister? I can't find her anywhere..." It was our mom! I panicked.

We hadn't realized we had been up here for at least 10 minutes. I couldn't let her know I was in the room with Max and I dreaded to think what would happen if she was to find out what we were doing in here. Max stopped his thrusts and thought fast.

He hesitated for a few seconds before finding his voice again and shakily answering, "Er... I... errr... don't feel so well, Mom... I just... need to rest for a bit..." As he waited for our mom’s response, he pulled on my hips and sneakily resumed his fuck thrusts. He did not give any regard to how alarmed I was as our mother stood just outside his room.

This time, he went teasingly slow with his deep strokes. I was so angry with his audacity and selfishness. But as much as I hated to admit it, he was pushing the right buttons and starting to make my pussy lose control.

Our mom replied after pausing for a while, "Oh... okay... just rest and get well... and have you seen your sister Sophie?" I glanced at him in the mirror and he casually looked back at me as he continued fucking.

Our eyes locked on each other as he said, "No, Mom... I haven't seen her anywhere... but you know her... a helpful girl like her... is probably busy... helping someone out... right now..." He never missed a beat and kept up his fuck rhythm while conversing with our Mom.

Our unsuspecting Mom said, "Aiya, that girl. Why did she run off without informing me? I'm so busy. Come and help me after you feel better. Alright, Max?" I could see him reveal a slight smile as he replied, "Sure thing... Mom..."

As soon as he heard our Mom step away from the door, he put both hands on my collar and picked up the pace. My shoulders were pulled back further and my back was arched even more as he manhandled me harder than before. Loud smacking sounds of thigh meeting thigh resonated in his room while he powered in and out of my poor, wet pussy.

I was panting hard. Max stared at me through the mirror as he fucked me from behind with powerful, fast, and deep strokes of his cock. I couldn’t bear the intensity of his stare and dropped my head to look down while enduring the relentless pounding in my pussy.

He probably took that as a sign of my will weakening and caressed me from my shoulder to my lower back with his right hand. He stopped his touch at the hem of my T-shirt and proceeded to slowly lift it up. I stopped him by tugging my T-shirt down, but he persisted.

I protested breathlessly, "Max, don't touch me! Ahh, I don't like you like this. Stop! Arrr, don't you dare! Ahh, stop!"

He ignored my objections and clutched me hard with his left hand still on my shoulder, numbing my upper body. I whined in pain and tried to pull his hand off. He took the chance to instantly flip my T-shirt over my breasts, exposing my erect nipples to the warm air. There was nothing I could do, and I hung my head in resignation.

While we were going at it, the temperature in the room had risen at least a few notches. Drops of sweat trickled from my hanging breasts, swinging back and forth under his remorseless hard pounding. I could see the lust in his eyes burning up as he stared at them.

Not content with ogling my breasts through the mirror, he reached beneath me with his right hand. He felt for my firm tits and rubbed my hard, sensitive nipples on his rough palms. My nipples had always turned ultra-sensitive when I was at the peak of arousal.

The slightest of touches would normally make me coo, but I still could not come to terms with being violated by Max. I tried hard to muffle the sounds of pleasure from my throat by raising my left hand to my mouth and biting down on my knuckles. But somehow, whimpers and sobs still escaped.

Max yanked me closer to him on my shoulder, bent forward, and whispered into my left ear, "Shit, Zeh, I didn't know your pussy feels this good. So tight, so wet, so responsive, much better than any other pussy I ever had."

He gave my ear a couple of light, teasing licks. I turned my head away to avoid his lustful ministrations. He continued to lick and kiss his way down to my fair supple neck, savoring the smell of my skin and the taste of my sweat. And he did it as wetly and sloppily as possible, indicating to me he just couldn’t get enough. I could feel his ticklish tongue leaving his warm, sticky saliva on my hot skin. God, how I hated him.

Then a shameful realization dawned on me. When he mentioned that my vagina was responsive, it suddenly brought to my attention how my soft inner muscles were squeezing and milking hard on his intrusive manhood. I couldn’t help how my body was responding to sex, even with my stepbrother.

I prayed hard for this humiliation to end. At the same time, I was amazed by how long he could keep ravaging my pussy tirelessly. Any of my ex-boyfriends would have climaxed by now. Max was definitely experienced. The worst part was, he was going to make me cum first.

I could feel the familiar stirrings of an oncoming orgasm from deep within my sensitive, plundered vagina. There was nothing more degrading than to be fucked to orgasm by my very own stepbrother against my will. I tried to hold it back, but the strong, hard pounding of his cock overpowered my resolve.

I had been fighting him since the start, and this pent-up frustration was leading to a big one. After another 10 strokes or so from him, my whole body went into violent convulsions as my climax took me. It was too much to bear, and I buried my head into the pillow and screamed frenziedly into it. I lay on my elbows, shaking uncontrollably as a cold sweat broke out all over my body.

He was taken aback by the abruptness of my forced orgasm and stopped thrusting, leaving his thick cock buried in my spasming pussy. I could sense that he was awfully pleased with himself as he looked on in admiration and felt the orgasmic tremors of my soft vaginal muscles on his manhood.

As sweat dripped down my forehead, he casually reached in front and caressed my face. The resulting immense tension in my body was sapping me of strength, and it took me great effort to keep from collapsing prone on the bed. As I stayed on my elbows and caught my breath, he pushed his hands against my hips and slowly started to pull his cock out.

I thought he was getting ready to plunge back into me when he surprisingly withdrew his cock all the way out. Although I knew he had not cum, I hoped that he was sufficiently sated. I desperately needed him to come to his senses now and realize all the wrongs he had just done. If he stopped now, I might even consider trying to forgive him.

Seeing a way out of this, I turned my head back towards him and tried to persuade him, "Max, let's stop this. We can work this out and make things right again if you'll stop now. Please, Max, listen to Zeh. Please stop."

But I immediately realized that was all wishful thinking on my part. He didn’t hear a single word I said, and there was still that burning lust in his eyes. As soon as he pulled out, he hooked his hands on the waistband of my FBT shorts and pulled them down to my knees in one swift move.

My naked butt and pussy were suddenly exposed to his stare. I didn’t know what he was going to do next. Confused and frightened, I found renewed strength to resist him by reaching back to claw and push at his chest with my right arm.

He conveniently intercepted my hands and seized my wrist, grasping me tightly so I couldn’t fight him off anymore. With his free left hand, he gripped his still rock-hard manhood and pushed it down, aiming it at my sopping-wet female opening. With one forceful thrust, he rammed his cock to the hilt back inside me.

He closed his eyes and raised his head to face the ceiling. I gasped loudly when I felt his meat spear violently spread my deep insides once again. The circumstances seemed hopeless as I braced myself for another round of violation.

As he ruthlessly stabbed into my wet pussy with his thick cock, he pulled me into a more upright position with his hands on my shoulder and right wrist. My upper body was still bending slightly forward but was now supported entirely by his hands.

Then he released my wrist, reached his right hand around, and put it on my flat tummy. Gently kneading and stroking my fair skin, he slowly moved it downwards towards my now-exposed little bush. But I was too distracted to take in what he was trying to do.

From this new angle of penetration, the tip of his cock kept rubbing on my G-spot, and I was crying out with every stroke and was almost hyperventilating from the surprising stimulation. His right fingers brushed past my furry bush and continued to dip lower. With his index and middle fingers, he lightly stroked both sides of my engorged pussy lips.

I finally realized where his hand was, and I cupped my mound with my hands to try and prevent him from assaulting my sensitive love hole any further. Even though I pressed on his exploring hand as hard as I could, wishing he would stop, I couldn’t keep him from feeling around my naked slit.

Before I knew it, he had found my hooded clit between my wet lips. He stroked, pinched, and pulled on my extremely sensitive clit to heighten my pleasure.

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