Page 115 of Hey, Stepbro

I gently push two fingers inside him. Blakely gasps, his body tensing momentarily before relaxing under my touch. I move slowly, ensuring he's comfortable and ready for when I fuck him.

"Are you okay?" I watch his face for any sign of discomfort.

"More than okay. You're amazing."

"Are you sure you want this right now?" I give Blakely one last chance to change his mind.

"Yes." Blakely locks eyes with me. "I need you.Please."

The sincerity in his voice leaves no room for doubt. Any lingering hesitation vanishes, replaced by a fierce desire to make him feel loved and cherished.

I position myself between his legs. "Hold on tight."

AsI push my cock into Blakely's asshole, his eyes bulge with unspoken need. He bites his lip to stifle the sounds he so desperately wants to let out, unwilling to let our fathers hear what we're doing.

"God, you're incredible," I groan, Blakely's tight heat enveloping me. Our gazes lock, filled with an unspoken understanding that goes beyond words.

"Harder, Brock," he pleads, his hands gripping my biceps as he tries to pull me closer. "Please."

I oblige, picking up speed and thrusting deeper, each movement eliciting a soft whimper from Blakely. His eyes flutter closed, lost in the pleasure we're sharing.

"Keep it down, boys!" calls Dad from downstairs, turning up the volume on the TV.

"Sorry, Dad!" we shout back in unison, laughter bubbling up despite ourselves. We exchange a mischievous grin before returning to our passionate embrace.

I thrust harder and faster into Blakely, the urgency of our desire growing by the second. I marvel at how his cock shakes and leaks pre-cum as my own arousal intensifies. The sight only spurs me on, driving me to bring him even more gratification.

"God, Brock," he gasps, trying to keep his voice down. "This feels... so good!"

"Good? Just good?" I pant between words. "You deserve better than that."

"Then fuck me harder."

As I look down at Blakely—his flushed cheeks, his dark hair mussed from my fingers, his eyes shining with love and desire—I appreciate how gorgeous he truly is. At this moment, I’m the luckiest man on the planet.

"Blakely," I rasp, my cock lengthening, my tip pulsing out at least three shots of pre-cum into his ass, my greedy hands palming his nipples, my lips and teeth migrating to his neck and sucking his innocent flesh, that patch of skin that's never been sucked on by a man before, our breaths mingling as he whimpers and moans. "Take this dick like the good boy you are. I know you can do it. Your stepbrother needs to come in your hole. It’ll happen every night if you’re good for me. Don't be too loud."

"I'm trying, Brock!" Blakely screams, his hands reaching up to cup my face.

"Thank you for fighting Nightingale Pharmaceuticals," Blakely whispers, squeezing my hand as he gets closer to the edge.

"You don't have to thank me. I'm doing this for us. For your mom. For justice." I rasp, gritting my teeth and thrusting into him even harder than before.

Blakely's breath hitches, his body tensing beneath mine. "Brock, I'm gonna... I can't hold back anymore."

"Let go, baby. Let it all out." A smile plays on my lips in tandem with the increasing intensity of our lovemaking.

And with that, Blakely screams out my name, his eyes rolling back in his head as he reaches his climax. His grip on my hand tightens, and his hot release covers our intertwined bodies. The sight and sensation are enough to push me over the edge too, and I roar out in ecstasy as I come inside him. Every bit of cum leaves my dick. My balls shake with the force of my orgasm, like a blast igniting within me.

As we both catch our breath, I lean down to kiss Blakely tenderly on the lips. I taste the remnants of the candy cane he had been sucking on earlier. I suck on his tongue. We pull away slightly, gazing into each other's eyes, knowing we've shared something magical—a moment of pure love.

"Wow." Blakely's voice is hoarse from screaming, though filled with awe. "That was... amazing."

"You'reamazing, stepbro."

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