Pixie Isobella

‘I’m hard, you little bitch,’ Zane grunted. ‘I need to fuck. You don’t want me to walk out there with a hard on, do you?’

‘That’s your fault,’ I whispered, still furious with him. ‘And don’t call me a bitch!’

‘I’d say it was the fault of these tits of yours,’ Zane sneered crudely. ‘You want this, little Z,’ he grunted crudely as his hand moved down to cup my butt. ‘Don’t deny it. Sluts like you always do.’

Zoe’s New Stepbrother is coming soon as a novel!

Zoe is excited about her mom re-marrying but that is before she meets her new stepbrother, Zane. Zane treats Zoe’s body like his own property — and, disturbingly, says he’s excited to ‘breed’ her. Zoe tries her best to resist him but somehow Zane always manages to find a way to fuck her again…

Read below for Chapter 3 and keep an eye out for the full novel being announced!

Zoe’s New Stepbrother: Chapter 3

[Zoe’s New Stepbrother contains fictional stepbrother-stepsister incest, forced breeding, non-con sex and female submission to a male character. All characters are over 18. Read Chapter 1 here.]

‘I’d say it was the fault of these tits of yours,’ Zane sneered crudely. ‘You want this, little Z,’ he grunted crudely as his hand moved down to cup my butt. ‘Don’t deny it. Sluts like you always want it.’

‘I don’t,’ I cried out, gasping at the sudden sound, wishing I could pull the noise back inside me. Much as I didn’t want him to fuck me, I want to be found like this even less.

‘I don’t care,’ Zane said. His hand clasped my butt tightly while his other hand slid down my front between my legs. I choked in an effort not to scream as I felt his finger sliding inside my panties. ‘Oh, you’re wet,’ he murmured as his finger slid past my slick labia. ‘Such a wet whore,’ he grunted with satisfaction. ‘I can smell you. You’ll feel good around my dick, won’t you?’

‘Please,’ I moaned helplessly, trying desperately to work out what I needed to say to get him to stop. ‘Please. Please, don’t…’ I broke off. ‘Don’t rape me, Zane,’ I whispered, blushing furiously at having to beg.

‘You won’t be the first girl I’ve raped,’ he grunted. He sneered down at me as I gasped up at him in shock for admitting it. ‘You probably won’t even be the best,’ he sneered again. ‘But you’re all I’ve got and by the gods, I’m going to make the most of you.’

I screamed under my breath as he ripped the crotch right out of my silly lace panties I had bought to match the dress, then he was fumbling in front of him at his clothes. I heard the clack of his belt buckle and the metallic sound of his zipper, and I knew he was lowering his trousers.

Desperate, I renewed my silent struggles to free my wrists, only crying out in frustration as my foot inevitably slipped under me on the smooth tiled floor. I fell forward physically onto Zane, still trapped by the stupid hook holding my hands high.

He laughed unkindly.

‘You’re not getting away,’ he informed me, and I had a horrid feeling he was right. His hands were back on my butt, and he hoisted me easily up against the wall, his hips between my knees.

‘Please,’ I whispered, trying to close my legs.

But it was too late because his hips were already planted deep against my inner thighs, pushing my knees apart. An instant later, I felt his stiff dick prodding eagerly at my labia. He used his grip on my hips to pull me slightly downwards and then — without any further warning — he was actually pushing into me.

Zane’s erection was stiff and thick, and I gasped as I felt him stretching me, sliding at least an inch into me.

‘Oh you’re tight,’ he grunted with satisfaction. ‘Haven’t been getting enough, have you, doll? We’ll change that.’

He shoved again with his hips, sliding another inch into me, then he was pulling me down towards him, his hands on my hips, and I felt him slide at least another inch into me. I knew my eyes were wide open. I was wet but I was also so tight that he was almost hurting me as he stretched me.

‘You’re wet,’ Zane groaned. ‘Wet sluts like you shouldn’t complain so much,’ he added, before thrusting hard with his hips into me.

I cried out, almost choking. I couldn’t help it. He was all the way inside me and I was only just realising he hadn’t even put any protection on.

‘Quiet, little girl,’ Zane murmured, as if it wasn’t his fault I was making noise. He moaned deeply as he pulled out slightly and thrust himself back into me. ‘Be quiet, and take your medicine.’

‘Please stop,’ I whispered helplessly, but Zane ignored me as I had known he would before I even spoke.

He started to grind himself deeply into me, his thick, hard dick raping my insides. Trapped between his body, the wall and the restraints on my arms, I had no choice but to take it.

‘You feel good around me,’ my new stepbrother grunted, his hands hot and hard on my hips, his dick feeling huge inside me as he violated me. ‘And you’re enjoying it too, you little whore. I can tell.’

I moaned with humiliation. It was true, my cunt was enjoying the penetration. He was big, filling me fully, activating every nerve ending from the nub of my clit and my entrance into my deep insides.

I gasped as he shifted one of his hands, and then I cried out again as I felt his thumb on my clit. He rubbed in circles, and I felt my traitor body melting against him as if from the inside out, his ruthless violation activating every single pleasure centre that I had.

‘Quiet,’ Zane warned me. ‘Unless you want everyone to run in here,’ he sniggered under his breath. ‘You can try to complain to them about how your new evil stepbrother raped you at your mother’s own wedding,’ he added, laughter still evident in his voice.

‘You… You are raping me,’ I hissed, unable to believe this argument we were having. Unable to believe his huge dick inside me. And I had only met him a couple of hours earlier!

‘It’s good for you,’ he grunted, still not denying it. ‘Uptight bitches like you need a firm hand keeping you in line,’ he chuckled, smiling down at my fury.

He was rubbing hard across my clit now and I just knew I was going to cum — I tried to hold it in but then I was gasping and choking, struggling to breathe as wave after wave of pleasure flooded through my whole groin.

‘Heh,’ Zane grunted as I flushed hotly with embarrassment, wishing I could rewind everything and not have the memory of him seeing me, feeling me cum around him. ‘My turn,’ he added.

I choked in an effort not to cry out as he started to fuck me hard, thrusting into me again and again. My back felt bruised by the painted brick wall behind me, unyielding as Zane stabbed himself into me again and again. His eyes glazed and unfocused, I realised he was going to cum inside me — and without any protection.

‘Stop, you arsehole,’ I whispered. ‘Oh, please. I’m not on birth control,’ I said desperately.

Oh gods, he was going to ejaculate into me and I wasn’t even on birth control at the moment.

‘Heh,’ Zane grunted, clearly disinterested in what I was saying as his pleasure peaked. His eyes shut, he thrust himself harder into me, hurting my deep inner wall as he stabbed himself into me again and again.

I moaned helplessly as I felt him cumming into me, emptying himself right against the entrance to my womb.

Zane was breathing heavily, still holding me up against the wall, my feet off the ground. He was slowly softening inside me and I wanted to cry. He had cum inside me, the arsehole.

‘Heh,’ he grunted again, opening his eyes to meet my furious ones. ‘You were good enough,’ he informed me, his voice hoarse with passion. ‘Frankly, I’d do you again but we don’t have time.’

He pulled himself out of me without warning, and I landed back on my feet, glaring at him furiously. I felt my dress falling back down around my hips and covering my shaky legs — I was so wet between my legs and my panties were destroyed but hopefully no-one would notice.

‘Let me down,’ I snapped, yanking furiously at my arms, still restrained above me.

Zane chuckled, clearly unfazed by my fury. He put his dick away and tidied his clothing, still eyeing me, his eyes resting on my breasts. I couldn’t believe it when he stepped up to me, lowering his head, pulling both nipples into his mouth and starting to suck again as if my breasts were his toys.

He finally lifted his head, a smile on his face.

‘You complain too much, little sis,’ he murmured, reaching up above me and finally loosening my arms. I tidied my breasts furiously, wishing I had a mirror so that I could see whether I looked presentable or not.

‘You came inside me, you arsehole,’ I seethed. ‘How dare you?’

‘I told you,’ Zane smiled down at me from his superior height. ‘I’m going to do what I want to you, little sister. And you’re not going to do anything to stop me.’

Please follow me for more stories! In the real world, remember to always play safely and practise positive, informed and enthusiastic consent that is respectful of all genders.

It’s not a manifesto

I write a lot of M/f non-consent erotica, including enslavement of women, degradation and forced breeding. They are not an expression of how the world should be. Everything I write should stay in the hot world of fiction and play. It should absolutely not become part of the real world.

When I put intense play into my writing, it’s never a description of how these types of play should happen in the real world. There are a lot of people out there who can provide advice on how to do these things for real – listen to them and not me! Love you all 💖

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