My Stepson, My Lover

It was late at night, and the cold wind rustled outside, but the temperature inside the room was steadily rising.

The overhead light was glaring, making Rachel Garcia squint her eyes shut. Despite this, the heat within her body surged even more, causing a soft moan to escape her lips.

"Stepmom, can't handle it already?"

Kevin Smith's familiar yet strange voice slithered into her ears like a snake, sending shivers down Rachel's already taut nerves.

She never expected that after four years, she would see her first love again under such circumstances.

In the spacious room, she was pinned down on the bed by Kevin like a doll, her perfectly shaped legs draped over his arms, contrasting sharply with his well-tanned skin.

And the worst part? Her husband's bedroom was just on the other side of the wall.

"Let me go." She gritted her teeth.

"Let go?" Kevin sneered, his calloused fingertips brushing against her, the cool and rough touch making Rachel shudder, goosebumps rising on her exposed skin.

Kevin then raised his glistening fingers to her face. "It doesn't seem to agree."

Rachel's cheeks burned with embarrassment. She clawed at Kevin's arm, leaving red marks that oozed blood. "I'm your stepmother now!"

Kevin's expression darkened, his lips forming a straight line like a sharp blade, ready to cut her in half.

"Step-down-mother, I suppose?" He whispered mockingly, biting her earlobe.

Fury surged through Kevin as he gripped Rachel's waist and thrust hard.

The sudden intrusion made Rachel groan in pain, the friction causing her to break out in a cold sweat.

She bit her lip, her face a mix of pain and a secret pleasure.

Despite the years apart, Rachel's body instinctively adapted to Kevin, making him groan low in his throat.

He stared at Rachel's nearly bitten lips and suddenly lifted her annoying skirt, stuffing it into her mouth. "Bite down."

Rachel instinctively refused. "No." She struggled to pull away. "Your dad is sleeping next door. He'll hear us."

"Rachel, who are you trying to fool?" Kevin grabbed her chin. "Where's the wild cat in my bed four years ago? Now after you married to my old man, you're pretending to be an innocent lady?"

Rachel responded with a push.

Kevin pinned her hands above her head, his other hand roaming to her lower back, kneading it with varying pressure, sending waves of tingling sensations through her body.

The pleasure overwhelmed her, making Rachel go limp.

"You should see how slutty you look." Kevin's mocking voice continued. "What, that old man can't satisfy you, can he? I haven't touched you in four years, and you're still so tight. He must be impotent. Are you always this desperate?"

His relentless taunts made Rachel feel humiliated.

She turned her head away, trying to convince herself it was just a dog bite, but Kevin's relentless actions soon brought her to climax.

Rachel's body went limp, but her words remained defiant. "That's between me and your dad."

"Rachel." Kevin's voice was cold and deliberate.

She had a knack for provoking him with just a few words.

But it was this stubborn Rachel, with her sharp tongue and defiant spirit, that he had loved so deeply four years ago, only for her to disappear without a word.

He had searched all over Starlight City, asked every friend, and ended up like a lost soul.

Now, however, after finally moving on from Rachel's departure, he found out she had married his father.

Stepmother? Fuck!

Kevin's anger flared. He lifted Rachel's legs and began thrusting mercilessly, the force and deliberate torment making Rachel gasp in pain.

"Tell me, why did you leave without a word?"

"Was it for money that you married my old man? You really are shameless."

"Answer me!" Kevin demanded.

Seeing Rachel remain silent, he flipped her over, pinning her to the headboard. He thrust hard and fast, the size of his erection overwhelming her.

Rachel gripped the sheets, stifling her cries of pain.

But Rachel's silence only fueled Kevin's anger, making his actions even rougher, each thrust slamming her into the headboard.

Rachel found it indistinguishable whether the sound was of their bodies colliding or her increasingly frantic heartbeat.

She covered her mouth tightly, trying to keep quiet.

But it was too late. From the other side of the wall came a few raspy coughs, followed by Isaac Smith's voice, "Rachel, is everything okay? What's all that noise?"

Rachel's body tensed, instinctively trying to get up.

Her sudden movement almost made Kevin finish. He quickly pulled out. "Damn it, who told you to get up?"

The sudden emptiness left Rachel feeling a deep void.

She shifted her hips, seeking the heat, but Kevin pulled her into his arms, his hands playing with her trembling breasts.

"Rachel, are you okay?" Isaac's voice came through the wall again.

Rachel's nerves were stretched tight, her senses heightened.

The faint hot breath on her shoulder, the rough and gentle touches on her breasts, and the teasing at her entrance—her mind was filled with pleasure and desire.

And Isaac's occasional questions reminded her that she was committing an illicit act with her stepson.

This thought excited Rachel even more, and just then, Kevin thrust into her, the sudden pleasure sending her over the edge.

Rachel cried out, her body releasing a rush of heat.

Her reaction pleased Kevin. He chuckled lowly and began moving rhythmically. "Already? Well, my thing is way more satisfying than your fingers, isn't it?"

"Rachel, Rachel? Are you okay? I'm coming over." Isaac's worried voice came through.

Rachel hadn't recovered when her chin was grabbed. Kevin whispered in her ear, "Answer him. Or do you want your new husband to find out how wet you are under his son?"