Sydney Cole – Step Sisters’s Secret Crush

Sydney stared at herself in the mirror, her heart pounding with a mix of nerves and excitement. She had been living with her step-sister Harmony’s family for a few months now, and while things were generally going smoothly, there was one thing she couldn’t shake.

She was hopelessly, shamefully crushing on her step-sister’s brother, Jason.

It wasn’t that she didn’t like Harmony. In fact, Sydney had grown to love her vibrant, outgoing personality and how easy it was to be around her. But Jason… there was something about him that set her nerves on edge in the most tantalizing way.

Maybe it was his cocky grin, or the way his broad shoulders filled out every shirt he owned. Perhaps it was how his deep blue eyes seemed to follow her whenever she entered a room. Whatever it was, Sydney knew she had to put her desires into action. She couldn’t bear to leave this house with so much sexual tension unattended.

Grabbing her most revealing black mini-dress, Sydney changed into it, letting the material caress her curves. She darkly coated her eyelids, smudging the edge to give her that desired smoky look, and coated her lips with a deep crimson to dazzle his senses. She gave her pillow-like breasts a firm boost with an efficient push-up and added a seductive spritz of her most cost effective perfume from Amazon. She was ready.

Padding down the stairs in her strappy heels, Sydney made her way towards the kitchen where she heard Jason rummaging through the fridge. She took a moment to compose herself, rubbing her palms on her thighs as she stepped into the room.

“Hey there.” Her voice was deathly low, like silk sliding over rough concrete.

Jason turned around, a can of soda in his hand. His eyes widened as he saw Sydney, his gaze immediately drawn into the plunging neckline of her dress. She could practically see the thoughts running through his head, his tongue darting out to wet his lips.

“Well hello there,” he replied. His voice was hushed, but the timbre of it stroked up Sydney’s spine like a sensual caress. She stepped closer, leaving little space between them.

“I haven’t seen you in a bit, Jason.” Her hand came to rest on his chest, feeling the heat emanating through his shirt. “I’ve missed you.”

He swallowed hard, the can of soda creaking in his grip. “I’ve been busy…”

“Too busy for us to talk?” Sydney leaned in, her lips nearly brushing his ear. “I thought we had something special.”

Jason abandoned the soda can on the counter, both hands coming up to rest on Sydney’s hips. “We do. I’ve just been too…”

She met his gaze head-on, her fingers trailing along his collarbone. “Busy? You told me that already.”

He chuckled, low and rich. “I have been thinking about you, though. Dreaming about…”

Sydney pressed herself fully against him, letting him feel every inch of herself. He was already hard, his erection an insistent bulge against her stomach.

“Tell me,” she purred. “What do you dream about, Jason?”

His hands found their way under her dress, cupping her ass in a firm grip. “I dream about bending you over this very counter, exploring every inch of you.” His lips brushed against her neck, sending shivers straight through her.

“And I want to do more than just explore,” Sydney gasped out. Closing the distance between them, she captured his lips in a searing kiss, her tongue sweeping out to taste him.

Jason groaned into her mouth, his fingers digging into her plush flesh. Her legs wrapped around his hips, the hem of her dress riding up to reveal the scrap of lace covering her mound.

He turned, pressing her back against the counter as he ground his hips into hers. She could feel him so close to where she needed him, and it took everything in her not to rip away the offending fabric barrier.

Sydney wrenched out of the kiss, her chest heaving with the effort. “Take me upstairs,” she commanded breathlessly. “Now.”