Dykes Takin' Dick: Leigh Raven Loves Step-Brother Cock

Leigh Raven moved away from her girlfriend. Nothing felt right. The quiet felt wrong. Her body missed the hands, the heat, the weight of another woman on top. What she missed most was cock—except she'd never had one. She loved women. That was the point. So when her step-brother Bill found her strap-on while helping her unpack, the air snapped tight between them. He held the harness like he'd touched something he shouldn't. She stood there, arms folded, waiting for the joke. It never came. "I thought lesbians didn't—" he said. "It's a dick without the man attached," Leigh answered. She took the toy back, slower than needed. Bill watched her fingers close around the silicone. "You ever try the real thing?" She shook her head. He touched her wrist. Not careful, but not rough. "I could show you." She looked at the open boxes, at the shut door. Mom and Dad upstairs watching TV like life still made sense. "We can't tell them," she said. He stepped close enough that she felt his breath. "Then we won't." His cock was already hard through his jeans. She let him press it against her hip. She unzipped him, pulled him out, and stroked the heat she'd never known. He groaned once, short and honest. She studied the length, the pulse, the promise. Then she dropped to her knees and tasted a man for the first time. When she took him deeper, his fingers threaded through her hair but never pushed. She set the rhythm. Tongue, throat, the small wet sounds loud in the quiet room. Every time she pulled off to breathe, a string of spit connected her lips to his head. She smiled at the sight before swallowing him again. He eased her onto her bed. She kicked her boots free and shimmied out of her shorts. Her cunt was smooth, already wet, lips parted. Bill traced one finger along the slick seam, then slid two inside. She clamped down, surprised at how different it felt—warm skin instead of cold silicone, the subtle curl of knuckles instead of a fixed shape. She spread wider. "Fuck me with it." He lined up and pushed in one steady stroke. Leigh's mouth fell open but no sound left her. He bottomed out and stayed there, hips tight to hers, letting her feel the full thickness. Then he started to move. Slow, deep, each thrust a question she answered by lifting to meet him. Her nails raked his back, urging harder. He answered, hips snapping now, balls slapping soft and steady. The wet sound of her cunt taking him filled the room. Leigh hooked a leg over his shoulder, changing the angle. The head of his cock dragged across the spot that made her thighs shake. She reached down, rubbed her clit in quick circles while he fucked her. The tension coiled sharp and sudden. She came with a broken moan, cunt pulsing, pulling him deeper. Bill grunted, thrust twice more, then pulled out and stroked himself over her stomach. Thick ropes painted her skin in hot lines. They stayed there, breathing hard. Sweat cooled. The box with the strap-on sat open beside the bed, forgotten for now. Leigh traced one finger through the mess on her belly and brought it to her lips, tasting salt and skin and something new. "Don't tell anyone," she whispered. Bill kissed her shoulder. "Never."