Melissa

Mia stayed on her knees in front of him, throat still raw, his cum coating her tongue. Adam’s cock rested against her lips, half-hard, shining with spit.

“Melissa,” she said.

He went still.

“Your stepsister?”

“Yes.”

Adam’s hand stayed in her hair. He didn’t pull her off. He didn’t push her back down either. He just looked at her while his cock twitched against her mouth.

“She thinks she’s better than me,” Mia said. Her voice was steady even with his tip resting on her lower lip. “Always has. Prettier. Smarter. The one who got the nicer room when we were younger. The one Mom listened to. She looks at me like I’m something she already beat.”

She closed her mouth around the head for a second, sucked the last of his cum from the slit, then pulled off with a wet sound.

“I want you to fuck her. Rough. I want to watch you hold her down and put this cock in her while she realizes it’s not because she earned it. It’s because I told you to. I get this every day. She gets it once, because I want to see it. I want her to know that when you’re done with her, you come back to my mouth and my cunt. That she’s the extra hole I’m allowing.”

Adam’s fingers tightened in her hair. His cock thickened again, pressing against her cheek.

“You want her to see that you’re the one who decides.”

“Yes.” Mia looked up at him, lips still wet. “I want her to feel used. I want her to watch me hand you over and still be the one who owns the bed afterward. I want to be on my knees for you while she has to watch what I let you do to her. I want her to understand that she’s not special. She’s the proof that I can give you anyone.”

She opened her mouth again and took him halfway, just enough to feel the weight of him on her tongue, then let him slide free.

“And I want you to fuck her like she’s nothing. Like she’s just a body I’m letting you borrow so I can watch.”

Adam exhaled through his nose. His cock was fully hard now, resting against her face.

“I’ve thought about her,” he said.

Mia raised her eyebrows.

“Last summer. When she was here for that weekend. Came out of the guest bathroom in just a towel. Walked past me in the hallway after giving me a naughty look. The towel slipped a little when she turned. I saw the bottom of her ass. The way it moved when she kept walking. I stood there with my hand in my pocket and thought about bending her over the kitchen counter, spreading her, and fucking her until she stopped looking so sure of herself. Cumming in her and then going back to bed with you before she finished cleaning herself up.”

Mia’s cunt clenched. She could feel his cum still leaking out of her, cooling on her thighs.

“Do it,” she said. “Do it in front of me. Let me watch you take that look off her face. Let me watch you use her and then give it back to me.”

Adam looked down at her — his wife, still on her knees, still holding herself open for him with her thighs, still dripping his load, asking him to fuck her stepsister.

He stroked himself once, slow, against her cheek.

“Let's do it,” he said.