Looking down at her stepbrother lying unconscious on the floor, Gwenneth stared at his limp body, then her gaze fell upon the bulge in his crotch. With a sinister smile, she placed the sole of her foot on top of it and began to press down slowly.
"What a disgusting little brother," she hissed contemptuously, feeling the hard shape beginning to stiffen beneath her bare foot. She ground her heel, moving it in a painful, twisting motion.
The sensation of Adam's massage was still etched into the muscles of her back, leaving her relaxed and yet... itchy. A deep, shameful itch. Her body was in turmoil, her blood humming hot. Earlier, she had even come—experienced a humiliating orgasm just from a massage!
How could Gwen Socheron, the Knight of Light, be brought so low? Her mind blamed Adam. That damned brat must have done something. But Adam was just a weak, worthless male. It was impossible for him to have a skill or ability to make her feel like this. Yet, the memory of the satisfaction she'd just felt made her womb throb with hunger. She needed release. Now.
With the tip of her toe, she teased the tense area of Adam's groin. Through the fabric of his pants, she could feel how large and hard her stepbrother's dick was.
Of course this trash had an erection. All men would eventually bow before her, and this just proved how pathetic they were. Gwenneth swallowed, a filthy thought sneaking into her mind: an image of herself riding this helpless body, feeling him from the inside. This was wrong, so wrong. It was like... rape. But that dirty thought only made hot fluid gush more freely between her thighs, soaking her underwear.
"Pathetic!" she snapped, her voice hoarse with lust. "Even unconscious your cock is this hard! Do you really get some sick pleasure from being trampled by my foot?" Gwen increased the pressure, grinding harder and more cruelly. A ragged groan escaped unconscious Adam's throat, and the sound was like music to Gwen's ears. Her smile widened, satisfied.
She pulled her foot away. "You should feel honored, trash. You're worthy of my touch."
This wasn't the first time she'd done something like this, especially to her ex-boyfriends. But doing this to her own stepbrother, who was a virgin, who was so weak and completely under her control, sparked a new, wild, and exciting sensation. A fire she'd never felt before.
The lust was unbearable. With quick movements, she unhooked her red bra. Her plump breasts spilled free, the reddish areolas and hardened nipples looking tempting, as if begging for touch. It was a shame this trash couldn't enjoy the view.
She then gracefully peeled off her black leggings, revealing her long, smooth legs and full thighs. Next, she pushed down her red panties, removing them until her intimate area was fully exposed to the cool air. Her neatly trimmed pubic hair and her glistening, wet, reddish lips were laid bare.
Gwenneth ran two fingers over her wettest part, gathering her own fluids. She brought the wet fingers close to Adam's pale face.
"Look!" she hissed roughly, full of anger and unrestrained passion. "You trash! Look what you've done to me! You've made it this wet. You don't deserve this, but I will take your virginity."
Gwenneth quickly undid the button of Adam's pants. Driven by wild curiosity and lust, her fingers fumbled hurriedly. As his pants and underwear were pulled down, Adam's penis, which she had only felt through fabric until now, was finally displayed clearly before her.
Instantly, her breath caught.
"By the..." she muttered inwardly. Her eyes widened, staring in disbelief at the rigid object rising between her stepbrother's thighs. This wasn't just big. This was... a monster. The largest penis she had ever seen in her life, far bigger than anyone else's. Its erect, veiny shape seemed to contain a threatening, primitive power, making her heart race with a mix of awe, fear, and burning desire.
She swallowed hard, her throat dry. With slightly trembling fingertips, she finally touched it. The skin was smooth but incredibly hot, like forged iron. Clear pre-cum already moistened the tip, making it slick. Gwenneth gripped it, trying to measure. Her hand could barely wrap around it fully. It had to be about seven and a half inches long.
A sneer returned to her lips, masking her fear.
"No wonder you're such a pathetic waste," she hissed contemptuously, her hand beginning to stroke it with a demeaning motion. "Given a cock this big, all your brains must have drained down here, huh, you idiot? Look, just a little touch from my foot and you're already leaking, you fucking pervert."
She released her grip with a disgusted motion, but her lust had reached its boiling point. Without further thought, Gwenneth spat directly onto the tip of Adam's cock, her saliva landing on the existing pre-cum. With her hand, she rubbed it roughly, coating the entire hard, hot shaft with a mixture of spit and their fluids, making it gleam.
She couldn't wait any longer.
With a step full of dominance, she straddled Adam's helpless body and crouched over his hips. Her position was right above the towering cock. Her lust-filled eyes stared at Adam's pale face.
"Listen carefully, trash," she said, her voice hoarse and arrogant. "You should consider this the highest honor. Today, I will take your miserable virginity. You are not worthy, but I am the one in power here."
After uttering those words, her wet hand gripped Adam's penis again. With one hand she guided it, while the other spread her own drenched labia. She lowered her body slowly, directing the enlarged tip towards her entrance.
As the large, hot head of his dick began to enter her, a long hiss escaped her lips.
"Fuck... damn it..!" she cursed through a moan. "Goddammit... how is it this big...?!"
She pushed her body down deeper, with great effort. It felt like being impaled by a hot pillar forcing its way to split her open. She could feel every fold of her vaginal walls stretching, adjusting to the sudden, massive invasion. A mix of pain and pleasure she had never felt before flooded her senses. With a grunt of lust and a final push, she drove her hips down completely, until the base of Adam's dick pressed tightly against her.
"Haaah... Nnngh...!"
Her body trembled violently. Her vagina felt incredibly full, stuffed to the brim, a sensation that made her feel both fulfilled and dominated simultaneously. She threw her head back, eyes closed, savoring the feeling of being completely filled for a few moments before words of mockery emerged again.
"Look... look at this...!" she panted, breathless. "You... you bastard... your big cock... has finally... found its proper home...! You're just... a fucking tool... to satisfy... your big sister...! Haaah... it feels... you were made just for me...!"
After a few minutes of adjusting to the deep, overwhelming penetration, the feeling of fullness gradually transformed into an unbearable, itching sensation in every corner of her womb. The burning lust overcame all discomfort.
"Hah... so your disgusting body is finally useful for something," Gwenneth hissed hoarsely, staring down at Adam's pale, helpless face.
With both hands pressing firmly on her stepbrother's chest, she began to move her hips. Her first movements were slow and deliberate, feeling every inch of Adam's large cock rubbing against her sensitive vaginal walls.
"Nnngh... you fucking damn cock... how does it feel this good...?" she moaned between ragged breaths. Yet, the expression on her face wasn't one of pure satisfaction, but of anger and contempt.
Her movements became faster and rougher. Each time she rose, almost his entire length would slip out, only the tip remaining inside. And each time she slammed back down, the wet, loud, squelching sound of flesh colliding echoed lewdly in the quiet room.
"Look at you!" she snarled, continuing to ride him viciously. "You're nothing but a walking masturbation machine! No brains, no self-respect, just a big cock to serve your big sister! What do you think you are, huh?! Just trash that I'm putting to use right now!"
One of her hands left Adam's chest and groped her own breast, which was shaking violently from the impact. She pinched and twisted her already hard nipple roughly, mixing pain with pleasure.
"Moan! Moan louder for me, you dog!" she screamed when she heard another ragged groan escape unconscious Adam's throat, triggered by the intense stimulation. The sound was like fuel for her lust. She swiveled her hips in a circular motion, grinding down on him cruelly, ensuring every centimeter of him was stimulated.
"You love this, don't you?! You perverted brother! You must have dreamed of this, huh?! Being raped by your own stepsister until your already stupid brain turns to mush!"
Sweat drenched Gwenneth's body, soaking her back and the valley between her breasts. Her breath came in ragged gasps, but her movements didn't slow in the slightest. Instead, they grew more frantic, more desperate, as if she was trying to destroy something inside herself—or inside Adam—with this violence.
She leaned forward, bringing her mouth close to Adam's helpless ear, and hissed with a fusion of lust and hatred.
"This... this is all your fault...! Making me into such a slut...! But remember this well, trash... this isn't for you... you're just flesh and bone for me to discard after I'm satisfied... I... I'm the one in control here...! I... I'M JUST GOING TO...!"
Her body tensed rigidly, the tremors of a powerful orgasm beginning to crawl from the tips of her toes, locking every muscle and her mind. Her movements became chaotic, wild, and entirely led by the instinct to reach the peak.
"NGHHHAAAA—!"
A raw scream exploded from her throat, a sound no longer graceful or powerful, but a purely animalistic cry of physical satisfaction. Her hips went wild, pressing and grinding with an irregular rhythm, chasing the sensations arcing through every nerve.
Her vision blurred, focused only on the blurry image of Adam's pale face. In this moment of total loss of control, hatred, anger and pleasure fused into one. Her womb convulsed wildly, clenching and releasing around emptiness, as if forcing her satisfaction onto the unconscious body beneath her. Hot fluids gushed out, soaking Adam's cold skin and the floor beneath them.
Gwen's entire body shook uncontrollably, as if electrified. She bit her own lip until it bled in a final attempt to hold back the sound and the feeling of herself shattering into pieces. Both her hands clawed at Adam's shoulders, her nails digging in, leaving red marks on his skin.
Her climax felt like a torturous and satisfying eternity. A tidal wave that drowned all reason, leaving only raw, devastating physical sensation. She felt herself falling, falling from the shell of her knightly persona, and in that fall, there was a shameful, disgusting freedom.
Finally, with panting breath and a limp body, her full weight collapsed onto Adam. Her chest rose and fell rapidly, sweat coating her flushed skin. The incredible physical satisfaction was soon replaced by a piercing emptiness and a cold awareness.
She opened her eyes, staring at her stepbrother's still lifeless face. The marks from her nails, her fluids still wet on him, her naked body on top of his—she felt it still wasn't enough.