Stepbrother's Darling のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 11 - チャプター 20

“What?” Tyler sighs.Vaughn’s eyes shift between us. “She’s taken.” He says, “Did you forget who you belong to, Little sister?”“Little sister?” Tyler gasps. “Oh.ohhh! I’m sorry, forget everything I said, you’re practically my sister too.”“She’s not your anything,” he deadpans.The awkwardness doesn’t last long, soon my shift is over I head back to my dorm. Arielle isn’t around so I sit on my bed, looking for another job I can take on. The listings are good, tutor for freshmen, data entry, library clerk... all tedious, low-paying, and exhausting.“Beauty!” Arielle screams from her room. I don't have to respond, her voice keeps getting closer and soon, she’s in my room. “How was work today my hard-working baby?”“I hate it,” I confess. “The money is insulting, and the customers are worse. If I get hit on one more time with another oh you're too pretty to be working here line? I will lose it, Mermaid. I’ll lose it.”Arielle shakes her head, “Thi

I take a deep breath. “Mirabelle, try,” I tell myself, but it doesn't get rid of how nervous I am. I tie my hair in a bun and stare and pose, arching my back, running my hands all over my hips but it feels wrong—forced. Every time I look at the phone, I get more turned off, drier than sandpaper. I try to avoid the camera but still, that doesn’t work either. “What the hell am I doing?” I whisper. This is stupid. Not only does it feel that wya, I'm certain I look like an idiot, a desperate horny idiot but an idiot nonetheless. Frustrated, I throw on a robe and delete the video I was recording. I want to give this a try, I want to see if I can do it, but how is that possible when I can barely film one fuckjng video?. I drag myself out of the room, seeking Arielle and some advice. “Arielle?” I call out, my voice whiny even to my own ears. She’s lounging on her bed, scrolling through her phone, but she looks up with that knowing

Mirabelle’s POVThe decision to launch ‘Beastly Beauty’ feels less like a choice and more like a fall from grace. Arielle had set up the account quickly and dumped a set of pink lingerie on me. And that cinderella mask that she mentioned? She already had it in her trunk, along with a bunch of other things I would like to pretend I saw.She also changes into her blue lingerie and starts to pose for the camera, showing me everything I should do, which angles to stick to, which poses to lean into. She shows me everything, and after our solo shoots, we take a few pictures and videos together.She downloads an app onto my phone and laptop, showing me how to perfectly disguise it with an app no one would dare touch. That app is my gateway to the website and my account. “Open a Twitter account, use the same email I used for your OnlyFans.” She instructs me, editing our pictures.I do as she says, I open a Beastly Beauty Twitter account and add a photo of me in lingerie, kneeling on her bed w

I can’t form words.Every thrust steals the air out of my lungs, grazing against that spot deep inside me that makes it harder not to scream how good he feels. The sofa creaks beneath us, every time we move. I find myself rocking against him, funny how fast your body learns to take what it needs even if it’s your first time.“God, please,” I whimper, my pierced nipples dragging against the rough fabric of the sofa with each rock of my body, the pain fuses with the pleasure inside my pussy. It sends sweet jolts straight to my clit, making it ache with desperation. I reach down to touch myself, but Vaughn grabs my arm and pins it against my back.“No,” he groans. “You will come from my cock alone or not at all. Show me how bad you need it, my good luck slut.” he demands, slapping my ass.I while, pushing my hips back and rolling to the rhythm of his thrust. “That’s it,” he groans. “Fuck, darling. I’m going to come if you keep this up.” He groans, thrusting harder, faster.My stomach coi

Later that evening, I drag myself to the cafe for my shift. I immediately get to mopping, the register is occupied, and someone is already making coffee.Everything is going fine until someone spills coffee behind me, somewhere I just mopped.“Oops.” Someone hisses. I turn around to find one of Vaughn’s toys, the one who is always clinging to him at parties. Talia Voss, long legs, glossy everything and a rotten attitude.“Clumsy me,” she giggles, not an ounce of regret in her tone or eyes. “Clean that up, peasant.”“Excuse me?” I gasp.She pours a little more of her coffee on the floor, smiling widely. “Clean it up, isn’t that your job?”I let the mop handle clatter to the floor before I smack it across her face. She’s picked the wrong day and the wrong lwrskn. I stare her down, trying to decide if she is worth the fight or not. She and her little posy are laughing, mocking me now. I don’t know what it is, maybe it’s the fact that I’m tired or her face has b