Cumming Inside My Step-Sister While Mom Is In The Next Room

Liam was lounging on the living room couch, partially dozing off in front of the TV, when he heard the bathroom door open down the hall. Startled awake, he sat up straight, his heart racing as he realized it was coming from Carrie’s bedroom. His step-sister was home early from college.

Footsteps neared the living room, the click-clack of her heels on hardwood echoing in the quiet house. Liam froze like a deer in headlights as the door swung open and there she stood, radiant and sexy as hell in a flirty sundress that showed off her toned legs. “Oh, hi Liam,” Carrie said, not a hint of surprise in her voice. “I didn’t expect you to be home.”

She sauntered in, planting herself on the opposite end of the couch. Liam tried not to stare at the exposed cleaveage as she crossed her legs. He swallowed hard. “Hey um, what are you doing back so soon? I thought you had classes today…” He kept his eyes trained on the TV, heart pounding in his chest.

Carrie smirked, slowly uncrossing and recrossing her legs, letting her skirt ride up her thigh. “I got bored, decided to come home early for some fun,” she cooed, running a manicured finger along his knee. “I’ve been thinking… About you…”

Liam’s mouth went dry. Goosebumps broke out on his skin at her touch, her meaning crystal clear. He licked his lips nervously. “What are you saying, Carrie?” His voice cracked with anticipation.

She smirked again, sliding closer until her warm breath tickled his ear. “I’m saying… I want you to fuck me,” she whispered huskily. “Right here, right now, while Mom is upstairs sleeping.”

A current of lust shot straight down Liam’s spine at her filthy words. Finally, he turned his head to look at her, drinking in the sight of his sexy redhead step-sis, eyes dark with desire, plump lips parted. “Are you sure? What if…” He trailed off, not daring to complete the thought – not even in his own mind.

“Shhh,” she hissed, placing a finger against his lips. “Don’t overthink it. I’ve wanted this for so long…” With that, she straddled his lap, grinding her hips against the bulge rapidly forming in his jeans.

Liam groaned, hands flying to her hips reflexively, gripping the flimsy material of her skirt. “Fuck, Carrie,” he growled, “You’re playing with fire…”

“Then let’s see how badly you want to burn,” she purred, leaning in to crash her lips against his. Liam kissed her back fiercely, tongues tangling as he held her tight. Carrie moaned into his mouth, rocking against the hard length now straining against his pants.

Hearing her little whimpers and feeling her squirming on top of him made Liam lose his mind with lust. He slid his hands up her bare thighs, pushing her skirt out of the way to grip her plump ass. “Take off your dress,” he commanded, voice low and rough with need.

Carrie complied eagerly, peeling the flimsy fabric over her head and tossing it aside. Liam groaned approvingly, drinking in the sight of her perky breasts barely contained by a lacy red bra. Desperate to touch, he covered one mound with his hand, kneading the warm flesh and tweaking her stiff nipple through the lace.

“Oh god,” Carrie gasped, head falling back in pleasure. “Your hands feel so good…” Liam took the opportunity to lean forward and pepper wet kisses along her neck, tasting the salt of her skin. She shivered and writhed in his lap.

Abruptly, she stood up, breaking the kiss. Liam whined at the loss. But his protests died on his lips as she reached back to unclasp her bra. The scrap of lace fell away, revealing perfect, pale breasts tipped with rosy nipples. Liam licked his lips, suddenly starving for the taste of her.

“On your knees,” she ordered, pointing at the floor between her feet. Eager to obey, Liam dropped to the ground, hands resting on her hips. Carrie combed her fingers through his hair approvingly. “Such an obedient boy,” she Praised.

Liam felt a thrill at being put in his place. He loved how dominant she was, how she took what she wanted from him. He would have done anything she asked in that moment. “I’m yours,” he panted up at her.

Smiling, Carrie stepped between his legs, reaching for the button of her skirt. She shimmied the denim down her long legs, kicking it away until she was left in nothing but a pair of skimpy red panties. “Touch me,” she breathed, pulling them aside to reveal her smooth, glistening slit.

Liam inhaled sharply at the sight, eyes zeroing in on her swollen clit peeking out from beneath its hood. Without hesitation, he leaned forward, running his tongue along her slit and groaning at her musky taste. “God you’re so wet for me,” he mumbled, swirling his tongue around the sensitive bud.

Carrie gasped, her fingers tightening in his hair. “Yes, just like that,” she urged breathlessly. Liam lapped eagerly at her center, reveling in the sounds of her panting and mewling. Pushing a finger inside her tight heat, he sucked and licked her clit without mercy, desperately wanting her to come all over his tongue.

Moments later, her thighs began to tremble, and her grip on his hair tightened to the point of pain. “Fuck, Liam, I’m… I’m going to…” Rolling her hips against his face, she rode out her intense orgasm, juices flooding his mouth.

Liam didn’t let up until she was shuddering and spent, slumping forward and braced on his shoulders. He licked his lips, savoring the taste of her. “You’re delicious,” he proclaimed throttlingly.

Carrie’s eyes flashed with hunger as she looked down at him. “You’ve had your fun,” she said, voice low and dangerous. “Now it’s my turn to play.”