British STEP-SIS forgot to wear panties to bed – Gal Ritchie

Title: The Naughty Encounter: A Forbidden Night with My New British Step-Sister

As the sun began to set, the household fell into a peaceful slumber, save for myself and my new step-sister, Gal Ritchie. It was our first night sharing a bed, a consequence of our parents’ recent nuptials and the cramped accommodations of our suburban home. The modest twin bed creaked under our weight as we settled in, Gal’s body nestled against mine, her warmth radiating through the thin fabric of our pajamas.

I lay awake, my mind reeling with the taboo nature of our situation. Gal, with her cascading black hair and emerald green eyes, was an unexpected addition to our family. Her British accent and mischievous grin had captured my attention from the moment we met. As she shifted in her sleep, I couldn’t help but notice the absence of a barrier between her bare legs and my thigh.

Gal entered a deep slumber, her breathing growing steady and rhythmic. I, however, found myself increasingly aroused by her proximity and the tantalizing realization that she was sans panties. My hands tingled with the forbidden desire to explore her curves, to map the landscape of her body as she slept unaware.

But I was a gentleman, or so I thought. I resisted the urge to indulge in my carnal fantasies, instead contenting myself with the soft sighs that escaped her lips as she dreamed. I closed my eyes, determined to find sleep, but my resolve was sorely tested when Gal’s hand snaked down her body, her fingers seeking out the heat between her legs.

I watched, spellbound, as she began to touch herself, her hips undulating against her own hand as she pleasured herself in her sleep. Her eyes fluttered open, and for a moment, she seemed to be looking through me, lost in her sensual reverie. But then her gaze focused, and she smiled, a wicked gleam in her eyes as she realized I was awake.

“Fancy a bit of a cuddle, dear step-brother?” Gal purred, her voice husky with arousal. Before I could respond, she had straddled my waist, her nakedness pressed against mine. I could feel her heat through my pajama bottoms as she ground herself against me, her lips brushing my ear as she whispered, “I’m so wet for you, I can’t stand it.”

I was rock hard and throbbing with need, my control rapidly unraveling as Gal took charge. She dipped her head to capture my nipple between her teeth, biting and sucking at the sensitive bud until I gasped. Her hands deftly unfastened my pajama bottoms, freeing my erection, and I nearly came undone as her fingers wrapped around my shaft, pumping up and down in a torturous rhythm.

“God, you’re big,” Gal moaned appreciatively, her hot little mouth replacing her hand. She flicked the tip of my cock with her tongue, teasing and tasting me as I writhed beneath her. “Mmm, I can’t wait to feel you stretching me open.”

With that declaration, she climbed back onto my lap, positioning herself over me. I watched, mesmerized, as she reached down to guide my cock to her entrance, her emerald eyes locked on mine as she slowly sank down, engulfing me in her warmth.

“Fuck, Gal!” I groaned, nearly blinded by the intensity of the sensation. She was impossibly tight and wet, her walls clenching around me as she started to ride, her hips undulating in a sensual dance.

She leaned down to capture my mouth with hers, kissing me deeply as she impaled herself on my cock again and again. Her breasts bounced enticingly as she moved, the phoenix tattoo on her left breast seeming to dance in the moonlight. I grabbed her hips, grinding up into her as she came down, meeting her thrust for thrust.

“Fuck me harder, step-brother,” Gal commanded breathlessly, breaking the kiss. “Rougher. Show me what that big, thick cock can do.”

Obligingly, I flipped us over, pinning her beneath me as I drove into her with a renewed vigor. The bedframe slammed against the wall as I pounded into her relentlessly, Gal’s nails raking down my back as she urged me on with wild moans of pleasure.

“Don’t stop!” she cried out, her body tensing beneath mine. I could feel her walls fluttering around me as she neared her peak, and with a final, powerful thrust, I buried myself deep inside her, spilling myself into her welcoming heat.

We collapsed together, a tangle of limbs and sweat-soaked skin, both of us struggling to catch our breath. As I slipped out of her, evidence of our passion trickling down her thighs, Gal smirked up at me, satisfaction gleaming in her eyes.

“Well, dear step-brother,” she said breezily, as if we hadn’t just engaged in the most earth-shattering sex of our lives. “I think that’s an excellent way to start our new family life together. Don’t you agree?”

And with a final, lingering kiss, she rolled over, leaving me to contemplate the twisted path our relationship had taken. Little did I know that this was only the beginning, just a taste of the forbidden fruits that awaited us in the months to come. For love and lust know no bounds, especially in the twisted halls of a modern family.