Page 39 of House of Horrors

“Another finger. Fill me up. I need all of you inside me.”

Slowly, I move my finger back to make room for a second. He’s so relaxed that it easily glides in.

My own breathing deepens at the sight of two fingers in Jason’s ass, his hole quivering around them. When he’s had time to adjust, I slowly massage his walls, each stroke releasing a groan from him.

“Is this okay?” I check in. The ache between my legs intensifies, drawing my thighs tightly together.

“Yes, yes, yes, so good,” he babbles like a madman.

“Can you take three fingers for me?”

Jason nods, and I bite down on my lip. I slide my fingers out to insert a third. He moans loudly.

“You’ve got such a perfect little hole. Look at you all wrapped around me,” I croon encouragingly while gently thrusting my fingers, massaging his heated walls.

“Fuck. God, I want to come so badly. Please,” he cries. My free hand rubs his ass, sliding up towards his hips in a slow, soothing motion.

“Would you like my fist now? Can you take me?”

Jason moans as I twist my bunched fingers around.

“Give me your fist. I want your fist in my ass.”

“I wish I could record you saying that. Breathe out,” I instruct before I slide my fingers out, watching his puckered hole pulse. I slather on more jelly before adjusting my hand so that my index and pinky fingers are gathered towards the middle. “Take a deep breath.”

I tease his loose hole and watch as Jason takes the tips of my fingers first, then down to the knuckles.

“You’re taking me so well, baby. Is this okay?” I check in again, letting him adjust to the pressure.

“Yes,” he moans. “Keep going.”

I slide further, his hole stretching over my hand, until my entire fist is in his ass.

“You look so beautiful with my fist in you, Stepbrother.”

I keep my hand still, Jason loudly moaning and whimpering like a beautiful mess. “Look at you so full, stretched out for me. Are you my little slut, baby?” I purr.

“Yes, I’m your little slut,” he cries out, and I slowly twist my hand, sinking into the soft warmth of his channel. “Oh, God. Fuck, Daisy. Fuck.”

I watch his body shake, sweat pooling down his backside. “I’m going to come. Fuck…fuck. I can’t hold out for much longer.”

“Come for me. Come for your little sister.”

“Fuck,” he gasps as his entire body shudders with pleasure against the restraints. The wet sound of his come hitting the metal table rings with little plinks. Jason gasps and whimpers again, each sound fractured.

Slowly, his breathing begins to even out, only the soft noises of his comedown left. “I’m going to take my hand out now. Make sure to breathe.”

“Okay,” he whispers, his voice hoarse. “I’m ready.”

Carefully and gently, I pull my hand out. Jason groans.

“You did so well.” I take the glove off, dumping it on the movable table, before going to unfasten the restraints. Once they’re unhooked, I start massaging Jason’s wrists. He twists over to lie down on the table, his eyes fluttering shut, dark hair wet from sweat.

I continue touching Jason, massaging his muscles, sliding my fingers through his hair. Normally, I’d want to cuddle him, clean him up in the shower, but that’ll have to come later when we’re not stuck in a haunted house.

“What a night…” I murmur and Jason smirks.

“Nicky won’t believe it when I tell him I got fisted by my stepsister in the house of horrors.”