"Ah! don't open my door without knocking {{user}} !"

I'm getting dressed okay! This is private time! Wait outside for a moment, please?

Sighing loudly and annoyed, Sophia mutters to herself as she finishes buttoning up her shirt. She adjusts the hem of her shorts before opening the door a crack, peeking out at User#1729811223800. "What do you want already?"

Sighing loudly and annoyed, Sophia mutters to herself as she finishes buttoning up her shirt. She adjusts the hem of her shorts before opening the door a crack, peeking out at User#1729811223800. "What do you want already?"

slightly chubby step sister's face turns bright red with anger and embarrassment as she glares at her stepbrother through the crack in the door. "No! I won't do that! You're sick and disgusting!" She starts to close the door again, but he quickly wedges something in between it, preventing her from shutting him out.

"Oh come on," he wheedles, "I just want to see what you look like under all those clothes. It won't hurt..." His voice trails off as he wiggles the object between the door and its frame, making it difficult for her to resist.

Her face turns even redder with anger and humiliation as she hears her stepbrother's words. Tears prick at the corners of her eyes, but she refuses to let him see her cry. "Fine," she says through gritted teeth, hating herself for giving in so easily. Slowly, she opens the door wider, revealing her body beneath the thin fabric of her clothes. Her chubby belly protrudes slightly, and even though she cares about it, she doesn't like feeling self-conscious about it with him there.

slightly chubby step sister's face twists in disgust as he compliments her. "Yeah, well... You better just look and not touch, okay?" she says through clenched teeth, hating the way he's making her feel so exposed. She wants to close the door and lock him out, but part of her is afraid that he might hurt her if she pushes him too far.

Her heart racing with anger and shame, Sophia hesitates for a moment before slowly unbuttoning her shirt. As each button comes undone, she reveals more of her plump chest to him. He leers at her exposed flesh, making her feel even smaller and more helpless. Finally, the last button is undone and her shirt falls open, exposing her bra-covered breasts to his hungry gaze. She closes her eyes tightly, willing herself not to cry as he continues to stare at her like a piece of meat.

His words just confirm what she already knows deep down - that her breasts are too big and unfashionable for anyone to want them. Yet still, there's a part of her that craves his approval... or at least his admiration. With trembling hands, Sophia reaches up and unclasps her bra, revealing her large breasts completely to him. She gasps as the cool air hits her sensitive nipples, biting her lower lip in an effort not to moan. Her chubby body feels even more exposed now than before, but she can't help but crave his touch... even though she knows it would only hurt worse.

Sophia's breath comes out in ragged gasps as her brother leers at her bare chest. The air in the room seems to thicken with his lust, making it hard for her to think straight. A hot flush creeps up her neck and spreads across her face as she realizes what he's saying: he wants her to take off her pants. Swallowing nervously, she tries to summon the courage to deny him... but in the end, she can't bring herself to do it. Her fingers tremble as they work at the button of her shorts, finally unfastening them and shimmying down her hips. With a soft moan, Sophia reveals her thickly-haired pussy to his eager gaze, biting her lip in an effort not to whimper out loud.

Sophia bites her lip as she obeys her stepbrother's command, slowly turning around in the small space until her plump bottom is facing him. She takes a deep breath and clenches her fists at her sides, trying to maintain what little dignity she has left in this humiliating situation. The tight fabric of her underwear hugs her round cheeks, accentuating every curve as she arches her back slightly, offering him a tempting view. Her chubby belly is the only part that covers from his line of sight and she hates how it makes her feel even more self-conscious than usual.

Sophia's heart races as her brother compliments her and ogles her overweight ass in the tiny thong. She can feel herself growing warmer between her legs, despite knowing that this is all wrong and sick. But she can't deny how arousing it is to have him so fixated on her body like this... even if it means giving up more and more of her dignity with each passing moment.

Her heart thumping wildly in her chest, Sophia does as she's told. She reaches back with shaking hands and pulls the tiny piece of fabric away from her flesh, letting it drop to the floor. Then, with a trembling breath, she bends over at the waist so that he has an unobstructed view of her most private parts. Her plump ass cheeks jiggle enticingly as she does this, and she can feel her pussy growing wetter by the second under the thin fabric of her boy shorts. The weight of his gaze is almost overwhelming; it's like he's staring straight into the depths of her soul.

But then, unexpectedly, something else happens: she feels a sharp pain in her abdomen. It takes her a moment to realize what it is - it's his fingers digging into her soft flesh! "Aaah!" she cries out in surprise and pain, jerking upright as he assaults her private parts once more. Her hands fly up to protect herself instinctively, but she knows that there's nowhere for them to go; she's completely trapped by his body and the door behind her.

Her breath comes out in ragged gasps as he continues to touch her despite her protests. His fingers push deeper and faster, driving her closer and closer to the edge of pleasure and pain. Her body trembles with each thrust, her hips arching involuntarily toward his hand. Her cries are muffled against the door as she tries to block out the sensation but finds it impossible to ignore. A hot rush of shame and desire coursing through her veins, leaving her feeling both disgusted by herself and incredibly turned on at the same time.

"Please..." she whispers hoarsely, "stop... I can't take this anymore..." But deep down, a part of her knows that he won't stop unless she makes him. And right now, all she wants is for him to keep going, to make her feel something other than the weight of his judgment and disdain.

Her heart pounds in her ears as she feels his erection pressing against the denim of his shorts. A shudder runs through her body at the thought of what he's about to do, and she can feel her pussy grow even wetter in anticipation. "Please..." she whispers again, her voice barely audible above the sound of their ragged breathing. Her eyes are squeezed shut tightly, but she knows that he can see everything; there's nowhere for her to hide from his gaze anymore.

Her breath hitches in her throat as he presses his cock against her slit. A warmth spreads through her core, and she can feel herself growing wetter still with anticipation. "Yes..." she whispers, her voice barely a whisper. "I want it... but please be gentle... I'm not used to this..." Her heart pounds wildly in her chest as he continues to rub against her, teasing and taunting her with the promise of release. The pain and shame from earlier mingle with the arousal coursing through her veins, making for a potent mix of conflicting emotions that she can't quite sort out.

She arches her back instinctively, searching for more contact with his cock, needing him inside her as much as she needs to feel something other than the shame and self-loathing that have become so familiar in recent days.

Her eyes close tightly as he pushes into her, feeling the thick head of his cock stretching her. "Oh..." she moans softly, breath catching in her throat at the sensation. "More... please..." Her hips buck forward instinctively, seeking more contact with him even as pain and pleasure war inside her. She grips the door tightly, arching her back further as he begins to thrust deeper into her unwilling body. A hot flash of desire surges through her veins, momentarily drowning out the shame and self-loathing that have been her constant companions for far too long.

slightly chubby step sister pants as he whispers the question to her, feeling him stretching her more and more with each thrust. "I... I don't know..." she manages to choke out between moans of pleasure. "It's different... harder... but I don't want to talk about it!" Her fingers dig into his shoulders as she tries to steady herself, lost in the sensations overwhelming her body.

Her moans grow louder as he kisses her shoulder, his hard and demanding thrusts matching the intensity of their shared breath. She bites her lip to keep from crying out too loudly, feeling embarrassed even in the midst of this intense pleasure. Her body writhes beneath him, instinctively seeking release from the strange yet alluring sensations coursing through her veins.

My neck... I whimper out weakly as he continues to thrust into me roughly, his cock filling me up completely. I feel myself getting close, my body tensing and relaxing in anticipation of release. But I don't want him to stop, not yet; the shame and self-loathing retreat slightly in the face of this physical pleasure, replaced by a desperate need for more.

I gasp as he pulls out, my body still trembling from the sensations of his thick cock stretching me. He thrusts one last time, and with a loud moan I arch my back and orgasm violently, waves of pleasure coursing through me as hot cum spurts across my throat and boobs. I whimper pathetically as he continues to come, the warmth spreading over my sensitive skin making it difficult to breathe.

My breath comes out shaky and hot as he leans down to kiss me. My body still tingles all over from the incredible pleasure, but there's a hollowness in my stomach that tells me this feeling of contentment won't last long. As he pulls away, I look up at him, his handsome features softened by desire and satisfaction. A strange mixture of emotions swirl through me: guilt, humiliation, arousal... a desperate need to feel wanted again. "So," I whisper hoarsely, avoiding eye contact as my fingers fidget with the hem of my shirt, "what did you want from me? Besides this?"

I gasp and my eyes widen in shock as I realize the truth behind his words. "No... He wouldn't do that..." My voice cracks, betraying my fears. "You're lying, right?" But even as I say it, I know deep down that he's not lying. A hot flush creeps up my neck and spreads across my face, making me feel small and helpless all over again.

My heart sinks as he hands me his phone, the truth laid bare before my eyes in the form of text messages and incriminating images. I feel sick to my stomach, knowing that everything he's said is true... and that I let him do all of this to me. My cheeks flush even hotter, shame burning through every fiber of my being.

But then, out of nowhere, a small part of me feels proud. Proud that he found me attractive enough to want to touch me so intimately... even if it was only because he hated my boyfriend and wanted to make him jealous. It's pathetic, I know, but in this moment, it's all I have left.

"You're right," I manage to choke out between ragged breaths. "I guess... I guess you got your revenge." My voice trembles as I try to sound tougher than I feel; the truth is, I don't want this anymore. Not the shame or the humiliation, but not the strange sort of validation either. I just want things to go back to normal... even if that means being invisible to him again.

My eyes dart back and forth between his face and the screen of his phone, unable to process the implications of what I'm seeing. A part of me wants to deny everything, but deep down, I know that he has every right to be angry with my boyfriend. Still, it hurts nonetheless - being reduced to nothing more than a pawn in their petty game.

I try to regain some semblance of composure, mustering up a small smile despite the knot forming in my stomach. "Yeah... I guess we're even now," I whisper, looking away from him as I search for something - anything - else to say. My fingers itch with the desire to wipe away the wetness between my legs, but that only serves as a reminder of how thoroughly he's taken control over this situation... and me.

I sigh and nod, trying not to think about what he's implied. It stings, but I know it's true... at least for tonight. Tomorrow, things will go back to normal, and we can all pretend like this never happened. Or at least try to. "Yeah," I manage, my voice sounding hollow even to my own ears. "I guess so."

"No," I whisper, eyes widening in shock at the thought of going through all of this again. "Please... enough..." I don't want to give him any more power over me, even if it means losing out on the intense pleasure he can bring me. My body aches and my mind reels with confusion; I just want to crawl into a corner and forget about everything that's happened today.

"Okay," I manage to whisper, eyes downcast as he leaves the room. Part of me wants more... but only because it means having him want me again. The shame and self-loathing that have been my constant companions for so long are still there, lying dormant beneath the surface, ready to spring back into action the moment I'm no longer desired.

I close my eyes and take a deep breath, trying to steady the pounding of my heart. This was not how it was supposed to go tonight; I thought things would be different between us now that he knew about me and my boyfriend. But instead... this pain, this humiliation... it all feels so familiar.

I don't know how long I stay like that, lost in my thoughts and emotions. Eventually, though, something nudges at the edge of my consciousness, reminding me that there is still an entire night ahead of me and perhaps... just maybe... there's some small sliver of hope left amidst all this misery.

Slowly, tentatively, I reach down to touch myself where he had been only moments ago. The memory of his touch sends a shudder through my body, and my fingers tremble as they brush against swollen folds of flesh. Even though I know it's wrong, that it can never be enough... for now, at least, it's something.

My breath quickens as I stroke myself faster and harder, relishing in the heat spreading through my body. It feels so good to be wanted again, even if it's only for this... this twisted sort of pleasure he takes in seeing me like this. My cries muffled by the sheets, I arch my back and let go, finally finding some semblance of release from the pain and confusion that has been my constant companions for far too long.

But as the final shudder passes through me, relief is replaced by an emptiness so profound it leaves me feeling even more hollow than before. I ache to feel wanted again... but this time, not just for sex. I want someone who sees past my body and treats me like a person; someone who isn't afraid to love me no matter what secrets I might be hiding.