All Chapters of Sin-hub: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Cleo’s POVI'm not sure what to do with my pre-cum laced fingers; slap over my breasts that are clearly too big for them… or maybe cover between my thighs. You tell me. Frozen in my confusion, I just mop at him, drowning in his baby blue eyes that I went head over heels for. Countless times, when he was in his senior year with my brother, I’d stay with my brother during breaktime with the pretense of being lonely, when it was just to hang around him. Another time, I volunteered for community service after school, because I loved seeing his sweaty shirtless body after sports. And now…He is stark naked before me, in my own damn room! “I'm sorry,” he breaks the silence, eyes glued to my face, like he doesn't have a nude girl in front of him. “The shower in the guestroom is faulty, I didn't know you’d be back so early.”Still, I just mop. “Hmmm.”I stagger forward, burning from inside, my cunt throbbing hard between my legs The angle has me staring right at the pink cap of his cock!

I don't know how, but I'm shoved on the bike, between two fucking brothers! “Adjust a little, darling.” Knox whispers in my ear from behind, his scruff scratching against the side of my face. I nod, my rigid body finding it hard to squeeze against Zane, the rider. I'm not prepared when Knox’s arms wrap around my waist and he scoots me forward, smacking my breasts on Zane’s firm muscles. “Uhh…” I suck up a moan and exhale slowly, wishing it's my pent-up emotions blowing off. “Good girl,” Zane hums, both hands on the bike for the show, while his back pushes against me, rubbing against my hard nipples. “Hold onto him.” Knox orders, and takes my hand in demonstration as if I’m a baby or this is the first time I’m riding a bike. Left with no choice, I obey. My small hands hug around Zane, body squeezed up against him, heat pooling beneath my skin. When Knox unexpectedly pushes forward, slapping his thighs on my butt and causing me to jump forward, both legs spread out, cun

“Keep it down,” Knox whispers with his cock almost plugged in my mouth. “Better still, I’ll keep you shut.” He pushes in, thrusting his cock in my mouth to shut me up in the wildest way. My mouth is forced wide open so his thick length glides in till he fits over my tongue and all I can see is his balls hanging down my face! Zane on the other hand doesn't care if we get caught, his thrusts increase, balls slam right over my bruised cunt, drowning the sound of the footsteps that becomes disturbing. “Open.” Knox slaps my jaw repeatedly, hips pump into my mouth as he rides my throat. He groans, voice husky, dark. He throws his head backward, and one hand rests on his waist as he fucks my mouth. It's hard to stay still, to feel saliva pool in my mouth and drain from the side, and with every thrust of his cock. The bubbly fluid coats his length and leaves a slime on my face each time he pulls out. “Zane is right,” he leaves his waist to trace my lips, down to my throat, not leaving me

Zane is standing by the door, shirtless. I've stalked him long enough to know how hairy and firm he is, and seen him naked, of course. But this view… “I could wait all day.” He smirks and leans against the door frame.“Uh…” I shake my head, hiding the blush creeping up my cheeks. As if my body knows its owner, wetness slips at the meeting of my thighs. No, please… not now. I cross my legs, a good way to keep my slutty ass in check. I'm just in a towel that hangs over my big breasts and barely runs down my thighs. The plan isn't to let him in, but I stupidly watch him get in. What’s the use of my brain cells around Zane?“Have you had your bath?” The question is light on his lips but it does something to my body. I stop myself from imagining standing under the running shower while he watches me scrub.Cleo!If for anything, Duke is just next door! ‘It’s none of your business.’ The response hangs in the back of my throat. Foolishly, I shake my head to Zane’s question. “Hmmm,” His

It's the most talked-about day of Kings and Queens High, our long-awaited hockey competition. It's different from the others organised in the past because the school decided to invite old hockey stars, and our all-time favorite, Zane. I press my lips firmly and hide the blush painting my cheeks red. I'm in a public bus, there’s no way I’ll let the next person see me as a weirdo. Duke had suggested that I let Zane drive me to school, but I had declined for obvious reasons, most especially because I needed to be with my girls, pick the best spots, gossip a little, and do everything high school girls do. Duke still has no idea that Zane was offered a spot to coach. I know I probably shouldn't, but I imagine everything that could go wrong with Zane around me. We’d fuck before and after every sports session, I picture myself taking sports classes I don't need just so I see him shirtless again, and I’d return to the habit of sneaking up his locker room to watch him bathe…“Hey!” A loud v