CHAPTER 2: BEG YOUR STEPBROTHER
CLEO'S POV
"Stop! Obviously stop!"
"Your mouth says stop." His finger returns to my p***y, circling my entrance, gathering my wetness, spreading it around my swollen lips. "But this greedy little cunt says something different. Look at you - you're clenching, Cleo. Your p***y keeps twitching like it's trying to suck my finger back in."
He pushes two fingers inside and I moan before I can stop myself - this embarrassing, needy sound that echoes in the metal drum and comes back to me magnified.
"Yeah. That's what I thought."
"I hate you."
"No, you don't." He starts finger-f*****g me slowly, his fingers curling on the outstroke to drag against my front wall. "You hate that you like this. You hate that your stepbrother found you stuck and helpless and your
