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It's unhealthy how much I love this

In love with stepbrother Matt! Also a big fan of him being mean lol. I’m imagining them on a family road trip. Three row van. Them all the way in the back. Music up loud. Matt initiating since it’s been a week since they’ve messed around. Reader being scared since their parents are up front. He keeps his hand around over her mouth to keep her quiet. Him threatening to get them caught if she doesn’t stop holding back her orgasm. Also results in her squirting for the first time as he cream pies her.

⌗ . . . ON THE ROAD

WARNINGS : PUBLIC (in the car with other people in it). SMUT. THREATENING TO GET CAUGHT. FINGERING. HAND JOB.

i changed this just a little bit cause i already had an idea in mind for something like this, and i feel like them fucking with everyone in there might be more obvious and such.

the backseat was too cramped. you had a few things to your left side—things that didn’t fit anywhere else in the car which made you get pushed closer to matt.

your leg was touching his, the blanket you had brought was draped over both of your laps. initially you wanted the blanket because of the ac and how chilly it was getting in the car—but—matt decided he wanted to share.

which you were okay with—but the thought of being this close with your whole family in the car made your brain short circuit. no one had figured out you and matt were sleeping with one another, and that was a good thing.

that didn’t mean your nerves weren’t racing anytime you were too close to him, afraid your mom or his dad would take one good look at you both and know what was going on.

you could feel how warm his body was against yours, the place where your leg was touching his felt like it was on fire. and honestly—you’d be lying if you said you weren’t thinking about what happened your last family trip. when he touched you and let his hands wander everywhere.

you tried to ignore the growing heat curling inside your stomach—right now wasn’t the time for that. i mean you couldn’t—right?—not with everyone in here. so you looked out the window, listening to the hum of the tires on the highway being drowned out by smaller sounds. the music up front keeping your mom and step dad distracted.

you took a few deep breaths, trying to ignore the feeling. but you felt matt shifted just slightly next to you—and it was like your whole focus shattered. his thigh was pressed harder into yours under the blanket. you turned your head to look at him, finding his gaze looking forward and not at you. but then… your eyes caught the way his hand landed on your knee.

and you froze.

he didn’t even look at you. he just kept his gaze looking forward, watching whatever thing passed by next. he was acting as if he wasn’t doing anything wrong—like his fingers weren’t slowly starting to slide up your leg, moving to the inside of your thigh.

your whole body reacted quickly—the heat blooming in your stomach like a match to gasoline. you flicked your eyes up front quickly, afraid someone’s eyes might catch what was going on, even if it was so subtle. but your mom was bobbing her head to the music and your step dad was focused on the road. chris was in the middle row with his headphones in, scrolling on his phone, not paying attention to anyone.

still, even after making sure no one was watching—your heart raced like you were about to get caught red-handed. “matt.” you hissed as his hand went higher, and you turned your head just slightly toward him.

his lips were curled into a dirty grin. he knew what you were feeling—could feel how tense you were under his hand. but he didn’t turn his head until a moment later, cocking a brow at you. “you gonna stop me?” he mocked, knowing damn well you couldn’t and didn’t want to already.

matt watched as your gaze flicked away for a moment and he hummed, giving you a silent answer of ‘that’s what i thought’ before his hand made its way hight to the waistband of your shorts. his fingers slipped under the band of your shorts—under the blanket, hidden from view. gently his fingers inched closer and closer until he pressed them right over your soaked panties.

the lacy material wet and clinging to your folds. matt hissed at the feelings, pressing his fingers down a little. “so wet sweetheart.” he murmured, his voice barely audible over the music.

“I—I,” you stammered, the words dying on your tongue your hips shifted into his hand, grinding down on it. you were embarrassed at how easily he could make you wet, even when he wasn’t touching you. he loved how easily you caved for him, it was like you couldn’t resist having his hands all over you.

he quickly slipped two fingers under the damp fabric, finding your clit with practiced ease. your hands clenched the edge of the blanket, teeth biting your bottom lip so hard you swore you’d break skin. you couldn’t help but let your gaze dart up again. chris was still on his phone.

and when your gaze shifted to your mom—she turned around slightly to ask something, and you immediately sat straighter, heart pounding against your chest. but she didn’t seem to notice anything—just smiled and asked chris to pass you a water bottle before turning back.

matt’s fingers hadn’t stopped when chris grabbed a bottle from the cold bag you guys had brought with for snacks and drinks. in fact, he moved down to push two fingers deeper into you as soon as chris looked at you.

your lips had parted slightly, a small noise almost escaping your lips but you held it together. you let a shaky hand come up, grabbing the bottle from chris and giving him and smile the best you could before he turned back around.

his fingers moved slow, curling up with that perfect drag that made your legs jerk. you whimpered quietly, the noise barely audible unless you were listening for it. which matt was—he knew you had a hard time staying quiet sometimes.

“shhh.” he cooed, leaning his body towards yours just a little more than it already was. “you want them to hear you back here, sweetheart?” you shook your head, but your eyes fluttered shut. it was pathetic that you were so close already, your body rocking against his hand in tiny, desperate movements. you could feel the orgasm building.

matt noticed, watching how you humped his hand now, rubbing your clit against the palm of his hand as his fingers fucked you deep. but he wasn’t gonna let you cum yet—so he stilled his fingers, removing them from you.

you gasped, eye snapping open and blinking wide at him in disbelief. he leaned in, a smile on his face—not the nice kind, no—he was being mean and he knew it. “not yet. want you to help me now, baby. want us to finish together. can y’do that baby?”

and your heart punched your ribcage. just the thought of having your hand wrapped around him while his fingers were buried inside you made you flush—your hips grinding down against the seat a little. and so you nodded, panting softly as you waited.

gently his hand moved to your own, guiding it over to his lap beneath the blanket. you hadn’t even realized how hard he’d gotten—his cock straining against the zipper of his jeans. your eyes flicked up front again. everyone still looked distracted. the music was loud enough. and you took that as a good enough sign that you guys were okay.

when your attention turned back to matt, your hand fumbled for just a second with the button on his jeans, then unzipped him, freeing his cock into your hand. he was already leaking onto your hand and the first swipe of your thumb across his tip, the action making him hiss quietly.

“stroke me.” he whispered, before moving his hand back into your shorts, into your panties before curling two of his fingers back into your cunt. you whined softly, sucking in a breath. “match me, okay? we cum together, or I make you wait till we get to the motel.”

your breath hitched at that—the motel was still two hours away—surely he wouldn’t do that? but it was matt. you knew how mean he could be. you wouldn’t put it past him to not stick to his word.

so you started to move your hand in time with the rhythm of his fingers—slow but tight, your thumb teasing the sensitive head of him with every stroke. it was the hottest thing, watching the way his teeth dug into his bottom lip when you squeezed your hand just tight enough around him and when you gave the head of his cock more attention.

by now you were both panting—barely audible but frantic. your eyes flicking up to everyone every once in a while to make sure no one would catch what you guys were doing. but every time you did—your walls clamped down around his fingers more. you did like the idea of getting caught, just the thought of it was making the band in your stomach tighter with each passing minute.

“i can feel you clenching.” he murmured. “you gonna cum on my fingers like a good girl while you jerk me off? hm?” and You nodded fast, your lips parting in silent gasps. still—you looked forward once again. chris had changed songs. your mom and step dad were arguing over directions.

it was still safe—barely.

your attention was drawn back to matt when you felt the way he throbbed in your hold. feeling the way his body began to tense under your hand. “don’t stop.” matt gritted, his lips parting as he looked down at his lap where your hand was moving under the blanket—he wished he could lift it up and watch. “don’t fuckin’ stop.”

so you sped up, moving your hand faster over his cock as his fingers sped up inside you, hitting your spot over and over again until your thighs began to shake. the band in your stomach became incredibly tight, your free hand coming up to your mouth as you bit your knuckles to stay silent as you came around his fingers. your eyes rolling back. but that didn’t slow your hand.

matt hissed, his hips twitching up to fuck your fist as he cursed under his breath. quiet “fuckfuckfuck” slipping past his lips before his cock twitched in your hand and hot spurts of cum spilled over your fingers as he came.

you both sat there for a moment, flushed and gasping, the air around you thick with heat and adrenaline. your eyes were growing heavy, flicking between matt and everyone else—making sure no one was looking still.

it was a moment before matt leaned in, mouth barely grazing your temple in a light kiss. he couldn’t not give you a kiss—you did so well for him. gently he took the blanket and used it to wipe up whatever mess that was made and you. you’ll just have to wash it later, but you didn’t mind.

and then—just like that—he zipped himself back up. moving the blanket to an area that wasn’t between you two and opened his arms up.

surely they wouldn’t mind if you cuddled him—he is your step brother after all…they’d see it as getting along.

a/n : need him now.

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