Family Ties & Late Nights with Hailee Steinfeld

[TheLW]

Family Ties & Late Nights
With Hailee Steinfeld
Written by TheLW
Codes: MF, Anal, Blowjob, Fingering, Handjob, Inc, Rimjob
Disclaimer: This FICTIONAL story was written for entertainment purposes only.

Hailee Steinfeld closed the front door of her Los Angeles home with a heavy sigh of relief. The quiet click of the lock sounded louder than usual in the empty house. It was well past midnight. She had just returned from a long, glittering awards after-party — her hair still fell in soft, styled waves, her makeup remained camera-ready, and she wore a sleek, backless emerald-green gown that clung to her frame like liquid silk. The dress shimmered with every movement, the high slit revealing flashes of her toned leg as she kicked off her heels and flexed her aching feet against the cool marble floor.

With Josh out of town for an away football game, the entire house belonged to her tonight. No explanations, no careful footsteps, no pretending. Just pure, uninterrupted privacy.

She padded barefoot into the dimly lit living room and felt a familiar flutter in her stomach. Griffin was already there, sprawled comfortably on her oversized sectional in grey sweatpants and a fitted black t-shirt. He had let himself in earlier, as he often did on nights like this. He looked up from his phone, and his casual expression melted instantly into something darker, and hungrier, as his eyes drank her in from head to toe.

“Rough night?” he asked, voice low, setting the phone aside.

“Long night,” Hailee corrected softly. She walked toward him slowly, the slit in her gown teasing with every step. “Smiling for cameras, making small talk, everyone wanting a piece of me. All I could think about was coming home to you, big brother.”

Griffin sat up straighter, his eyes tracing the curves the gown barely contained. Hailee stopped right in front of him and turned slowly, offering her back. The dress dipped dangerously low, exposing the smooth line of her spine.

“Unzip me,” she whispered.

His fingers brushed her skin, warm and slightly rough, as he slowly drew the zipper down. The expensive fabric whispered as it slid off her shoulders and pooled at her feet, leaving her in nothing but a tiny black lace thong. No bra — the cut of the dress hadn’t allowed it. Griffin’s breath hitched audibly at the sight of her bare breasts and the elegant curve of her back.

Hailee glanced over her shoulder, a tired but wicked smile curving her lips. “I’ve been wet since the car ride home just thinking about you. Knowing Josh is hundreds of miles away on the other side of the country... it makes me want my big brother so much more.”

She turned to face him fully, standing between his spread knees. Griffin reached out and pulled her down onto his lap so she straddled him. Their kiss started slow and deep — nothing frantic, just years of forbidden longing poured into the slide of tongues and the press of lips. His large hands roamed her bare back, tracing her spine before moving around to cup her breasts, thumbs circling her hardening nipples. Hailee sighed into his mouth, rolling her hips gently against the thick, growing bulge in his sweatpants.

“You’re overdressed,” she murmured against his lips, tugging at the hem of his shirt. Griffin helped her pull it off, revealing his toned chest and shoulders. She ran her hands over his skin appreciatively before sliding lower, dragging his sweatpants and boxers down his hips. His cock sprang free — thick, and already hard. Hailee wrapped her fingers around him, stroking with slow, firm movements as they continued kissing.

She eventually slid off his lap with a graceful, teasing slowness, her body brushing against his in a way that sent sparks racing across his skin. She settled onto her knees between his spread thighs, the soft carpet cushioning her as she gazed up at him. Those striking hazel eyes — flecked with gold and green in the low lamplight — locked onto his with a mixture of adoration and wicked intent. A small, knowing smile curved her lips before she leaned forward, her breath ghosting hot over his throbbing length.

Without breaking eye contact, Hailee parted her lips and took him into her mouth — warm, wet, and achingly unhurried. Griffin let out a deep, guttural groan that seemed to rumble from his chest, his fingers threading gently into her hair, resting on the back of her head but not guiding her. He wanted to feel every deliberate second of this. She started slow, her tongue swirling languidly around the sensitive head, tracing every ridge and vein as if committing him to memory. Then she sank deeper, relaxing her throat with practiced ease, taking as much of him as she could until her nose brushed against his abdomen.

“Fuck, Hails...” he murmured, his voice rough and strained with pleasure, eyes half-lidded as he watched her. “Your mouth feels incredible. So fucking good.”

She hummed softly in response, and making his hips twitch involuntarily. Hailee's hands joined in, one wrapping around the base to stroke in perfect rhythm with her mouth while the other gently cupped and massaged his balls, rolling them with just the right amount of pressure. She worked him patiently, almost reverently — pulling back to lavish attention on the tip with fluttering licks and soft sucks, then sliding down again until her lips met her fist. Saliva glistened on her chin as she increased her pace just a fraction, the wet, obscene sounds filling the room alongside his ragged breathing.

Griffin’s head fell back against the couch for a moment, lost in the sensation, but he forced himself to look down again. The sight of Hailee — kneeling so beautifully, hazel eyes watering slightly from the depth but never wavering — was almost too much. Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked harder, her free hand sliding up his thigh, nails grazing lightly over his skin and leaving trails of fire in their wake.

He could feel the pressure building, a coiling heat low in his stomach. His thighs tensed beneath her touch, muscles jumping as his breathing grew harsher, more desperate. Small curses slipped from his lips between groans. “Hails... you’re gonna make me lose it...”

Only then did Hailee pull off with a soft, wet pop, her lips shiny and swollen. She licked her lips slowly, savoring the taste of her older brother, and gave the head one last teasing swirl with her tongue while her hand continued to stroke him lazily.

Hailee smiled up at him, voice husky and full of promise. “Not yet,” she whispered, pressing a soft kiss to the underside of his shaft. “I’m not done with you.”

Hailee stood and turned around, bending gracefully over the wide coffee table. She arched her back, presenting herself to him. Griffin rose behind her, dropping to his knees on the rug. He hooked his fingers into her tiny thong and slowly peeled it down her long legs, letting it drop aside. Instead of moving straight to her pussy, he spread her firm ass cheeks with both hands and leaned in.

His tongue traced a slow, filthy circle around her tightest hole, teasing the sensitive ring of muscle with deliberate, wicked intent. Hailee gasped sharply, her fingers tightening around the edge of the coffee table until her knuckles turned white. “Griffin...” she whimpered, the sound half-protest, half-desperate plea.

The wetness of his tongue made her entire body shiver. He groaned deeply against her soft flesh, as he pressed forward, licking and probing her ass with hungry, unapologetic strokes of his tongue. His strong hands spread her cheeks wider, fully exposing her to his mouth. He devoured her with focused enthusiasm — alternating between long, broad licks that dragged over her puckered hole and tighter, pointed thrusts of his tongue as he tried to push inside her.

One of his hands slid underneath her trembling body, fingers finding her pussy. He rubbed slow, firm circles over the sensitive nub, perfectly in sync with the rhythm of his tongue. The dual sensation was overwhelming. Hailee’s back arched sharply, pushing her ass back against his face as needy, breathy whimpers spilled from her lips.

“Fuck... Griffin, that feels so dirty,” she moaned, her voice shaking. “Don’t stop...”

Griffin didn’t. If anything, her words only spurred him on. He licked her thoroughly, messily, savoring every twitch and flutter of her tight hole against his tongue. His fingers kept working her clit, occasionally dipping down to gather her dripping arousal before returning to rub her even faster.

Hailee’s legs began to tremble. She was dripping down her thighs now, her pussy clenching around his fingers. She rocked back against his face shamelessly, chasing the wicked pleasure he was giving her, completely lost in the taboo thrill of her big brother’s mouth on her most forbidden spot.

Only when she was shaking uncontrollably, her whimpers turning into broken cries, did Griffin finally pull back. He rose to his feet behind her, his cock hard and glistening with precum. Without a word, he lined himself up with her soaked pussy and sank in with one smooth thrust.

Hailee moaned loudly at the sudden, overwhelming fullness, her body stretching around his thick cock. “Oh my God...” she gasped, her walls fluttering and squeezing him tightly as he bottomed out inside her.

Griffin let out a deep groan, gripping her hip with one hand while the other fisted gently in her styled hair, pulling her head back just enough to arch her back deeper. He fucked her with long, rocking strokes — pulling out almost completely before sliding back in to the hilt, letting her feel every inch of him. The wet slap of skin on skin echoed through the room as he picked up a steady, possessive rhythm.

The sight of her like this — still wearing the remnants of her glamorous evening look, makeup slightly smudged, bent over the coffee table and taking her big brother’s cock so eagerly — made everything feel even more intense. Her tits moved with every thrust, her pussy creaming around his shaft, leaving shiny streaks along his length.

“Such a good little sister,” he growled, tightening his grip in her hair. “Taking me so fucking deep.”

Hailee could only moan in response, pushing back to meet every thrust, completely lost in the pleasure of being claimed by him.

After several minutes of deep, sensual fucking, Griffin pulled out, his shaft glistening with her juices. He pressed the thick head against her freshly rimmed asshole.

“Want it here tonight?” he asked, voice low and rough.

“Yes,” Hailee breathed, pushing back against him. “Fuck your baby sister’s ass, big brother. I need it.”

Griffin pushed forward carefully, the thick, glistening head of his cock pressing insistently against her tightest hole. He moved with slow, deliberate pressure until the swollen tip finally popped past her resisting ring of muscle. Hailee let out a long, shaky moan from deep in her throat, her fingers clawing at the edge of the coffee table as a sharp mix of pleasure and pressure surged through her body.

“Fuck... Griffin,” she gasped out loud, her voice trembling.

He went incredibly slow, giving her time to adjust as he sank deeper and deeper, inch by thick inch. The intense, vice-like grip of her ass around his cock made his jaw clench. Every subtle twitch and flutter of her inner anal walls sent sparks of raw pleasure shooting up his spine. He watched, mesmerized, as her body gradually swallowed more of him until his hips were finally pressed flush against her soft, round ass and he was buried to the hilt inside her.

“God... you’re so fucking tight,” he breathed, his voice rough and strained with restraint. “So hot and tight around me. You feel incredible, Hailee.”

He stayed still for a long moment, savoring the overwhelming sensation and letting her get used to being so completely filled. Hailee’s breathing was ragged, her back arched deeply as she adjusted to the fullness. The remnants of her elegant evening gown lay crumpled on the floor nearby, a stark contrast to the filthy, depraved act they were engaged in. The taboo thrill of it all only made her wetter.

Griffin began to move — long, steady strokes that pulled nearly all the way out before sliding back in deep. Each thrust was controlled at first, letting her feel every ridge and vein of his thick cock stretching her ass. Hailee pushed back to meet him, her hips moving back and forth in a needy rhythm.

The feeling of her big brother buried so deep in her ass while the memory of their glamorous evening still lingered around them pushed her pleasure higher and higher. The sounds of skin meeting skin and the slick glide of his cock filled the room, mixing with her breathy moans and his low groans.

“Harder,” Hailee begged, her voice breaking with desperation. “Please... take what’s yours, Griffin. Fuck my ass harder.”

That was all the encouragement he needed. Griffin’s grip on her hips tightened, fingers digging into her soft flesh as he gave her exactly what she wanted. His thrusts grew deeper, faster, more powerful. The sharp slap of his hips against her ass echoed through the living room with every stroke. He fucked her with possessive intensity, watching the way her body jolted forward each time he drove into her.

He reached around her waist, his fingers finding her clit. He rubbed firm, perfect circles over the sensitive bundle of nerves while continuing to pound into her ass. Hailee’s moans grew louder, more broken, her body trembling as the dual sensations overwhelmed her.

“That’s it, baby sis,” he growled, leaning over her back, his breath hot against her ear. “Take your big brother’s cock in your tight little ass. You’re doing so fucking good for me.”

The filthy words sent her spiraling. Hailee came first — hard. Her whole body shuddered violently as a powerful orgasm ripped through her. Her pussy clenched and gushed around nothing while her ass pulsed and squeezed rhythmically around Griffin’s thrusting cock, milking him with intense contractions.

The feeling was too much. Griffin buried himself to the hilt with a low, guttural groan, his hips stuttering as he came right after her. Thick, hot ropes of cum pumped deep inside her ass, filling her completely. He kept grinding against her through the aftershocks, savoring every last twitch and flutter of her body around him.

They stayed connected for a long moment, breathing hard, his cock twitching inside her. When he finally pulled out slowly, a thick trickle of his cum leaked from her used hole and ran down her inner thigh. Hailee turned around, pulled him into a deep, affectionate kiss, then gently guided him back onto the couch.

After catching her breath, Hailee lifted herself off his cock with a soft, wet sound, a thick trickle of his earlier cum leaking from her ass. She climbed back onto his lap facing away from him in reverse cowgirl, her legs straddling his thighs. Reaching back, she grasped his still semi-hard, cum-slick cock and guided the swollen head back to her soaked pussy instead.

“Mmm... I want you in my pussy now,” she whispered breathlessly.

With a slow, deliberate sink of her hips, she took him back inside her dripping cunt, moaning deeply as every thick inch stretched her once again.

Fully seated, she began to set the pace, rocking her hips in sensual, grinding circles before starting to bounce up and down with smooth, eager movements. Her ass rippled beautifully with every rise and fall, taking him deep on each downward stroke. Griffin groaned in pleasure, his hands sliding up her sides and exploring her body from behind. He cupped her full breasts, squeezing them firmly and pinching her hardened nipples while his other hand trailed down to rub tight circles over Hailee's clit.

Griff sat up straighter, pressing his chest flush against her back and wrapping one strong arm around her waist, holding her close. His lips found her neck and shoulders, kissing and sucking at her heated skin, murmuring filthy praise between gentle bites. The shift from her tight ass to the warm, silky grip of her pussy felt incredible, and the intimate way they were wrapped together only heightened every sensation.

“That’s it, sis,” he growled softly against her ear. “Ride your big brother’s cock. Let me feel how wet you are for me.”

Hailee moaned louder, leaning her head back against his shoulder as she rode him harder, her juices coating his shaft and dripping down over his balls. The wet, rhythmic sounds of her pussy sliding up and down his length filled the room, mixing with their shared heavy breathing.

A few minutes later, she came again, this time with a trembling, gasping cry — her walls fluttering and clenching tightly around him in powerful spasms. Her whole body shook in his lap as the orgasm washed over her. Griffin held her tight through every shudder, his fingers still working her snatch to draw it out.

Only moments later, the intense pulsing of her pussy, once again pulled him over the edge with her. Griffin groaned deeply against her neck, burying himself to the hilt inside her as he came hard. Thick, hot ropes of cum pumped deep into her pussy, filling her completely with a second heavy load while he held her possessively in his arms.

Hailee melted back against Griffin’s sweat-slick chest, her body limp and boneless. They remained fused together, his cock slowly softening within her, his arms cradling her like a vice — one hand splayed possessively over her stomach, the other curved around her shoulder, his thumb tracing idle patterns on her collarbone. The room was filled with the musk of their sex and the soft symphony of their breaths as they decelerated in sync.

“These nights are the only thing that keep me sane,” she whispered, tracing lazy patterns along his forearm with her fingertips. “Everything else... the cameras, the expectations, the marriage... it all fades when I’m with you.”

Griffin kissed the side of her neck tenderly. “Then I’ll keep giving them to you. As often as you need me, little sis. I’m always here.”

Hailee smiled softly and turned her head for another slow, lingering kiss. The emerald gown lay crumpled on the floor like a beautiful discarded secret. Outside, the endless lights of Los Angeles glittered on, completely unaware of the intense, forbidden connection burning inside her private sanctuary.

The hunger between little sister and big brother continued — deeper, quieter, and more addictive with every stolen, passionate encounter.

The End