Spare Room Holiday Goodbye

The spare room still smelled like her vanilla lotion and the citrus shampoo she’d been using all break. Riley stood in the doorway in an oversized tee that barely covered the tops of her thighs, suitcase half-zipped behind her, staring at Bruno like she was already halfway gone. Twenty-two, home from college, crashing in her twenty-eight-year-old stepbrother’s extra bed for three weeks of forced proximity that had turned into something neither of them could keep pretending was innocent.

He leaned against the frame, arms crossed, watching the way her nipples pressed against the thin cotton. “You’re really flying out at six.”

“Yeah.” Her voice came out rough. “Unless you give me a reason not to pack the rest.”

They’d danced around it for years—lingering looks across the dinner table, accidental brushes in the hallway, her stretching on the living-room floor in tiny shorts while he pretended to watch the game. Tonight the air felt thick enough to choke on. Bruno stepped closer until her back met the doorjamb.

“I’ve wanted to fuck you since the summer you turned eighteen,” he said, plain and raw. “Every time you bent over or looked at me like that. Tell me I’m wrong.”

Riley’s breath hitched. “You’re not wrong. I’ve jerked off thinking about your cock more times than I can count. I want it. Before I leave. All of it.”

That was all it took. His mouth crashed onto hers, hungry and open, tongue sweeping in as her hands fisted his shirt. She moaned into the kiss, grinding against the hard line of his dick through his sweats. They stumbled fully into the spare room; the door shut hard behind them.

She dropped to her knees without another word, yanking his waistband down. His cock sprang free, thick and already leaking. Riley wrapped both hands around the base and licked a long stripe up the underside before taking him into her mouth. She sucked sloppily, spit running down her chin, cheeks hollowed as she bobbed and gagged herself on the head. Bruno groaned, fingers tangling in her hair.

“Fuck, Riley—just like that.”

She pulled off with a wet pop, stroking him while she looked up. “I need you in my ass. I’ve been fantasizing about you stretching my tightest hole since I was legal. Please. Claim it before I go.”

He hauled her up, spun her, and bent her over the edge of the spare bed. The tee rode up; she wasn’t wearing anything underneath. Her pussy was already shiny, her little asshole clenched tight under his gaze. Bruno dropped to his knees behind her, spread her cheeks, and dragged his tongue over that puckered ring. He ate her ass like he was starving—long wet laps, pointed tip pushing inside, then two fingers working in alongside while she whimpered and pushed back.

“Dripping already,” he muttered against her. “Look at you.”

He stood, rubbed the head of his cock through her soaked folds, and thrust hard into her pussy in one smooth stroke. Riley cried out, fists twisting the sheets. He fucked her deep and rough from behind, hips snapping, balls slapping her clit, getting her open and ready. When she was shaking and begging, he pulled out, lined up against her spit-slicked hole, and pressed.

The thick head stretched her slowly. Riley’s breath left her in a long broken moan as inch after inch sank into her ass. “Oh god—Bruno—so full—”

He bottomed out and held still, letting her adjust, one hand gripping her hip. Then he started pounding her in raw doggy, deep strokes that made her ass ripple. She reached under herself and rubbed her clit in frantic circles, demanding, “Harder. Fuck my ass harder. Make it hurt good.”

Bruno gave it to her—long, brutal thrusts that claimed every bit of that tight heat. When her legs started to shake he flipped her onto her back, hooked her ankles over his shoulders, and drove back into her asshole in intense missionary. The angle let him go deeper; he watched her face contort with every slam, watched her fingers dig into his arms.

“Gonna fill this eager little ass,” he growled.

Riley came first, clenching hard around him, crying his name. Bruno followed with a guttural sound, burying himself to the root and pumping thick ropes of cum deep into her bowels. He stayed locked inside until the last pulse faded, then slowly pulled out. His load immediately started to leak.

Riley didn’t wait. She pushed two fingers into her freshly-fucked asshole, scooped out a glossy strand of his cum, and brought it to her mouth. She licked it clean while staring straight into his eyes, filthy and satisfied. He kissed her hard at the door after, tasting himself on her tongue, the suitcase waiting like a countdown.

She would carry the stretch and the taste all the way back to campus, and neither of them would ever call it a mistake.