Cum in my stepsister while guests at home – Lil Elle

The doorbell rings, startling me from my late-morning slumber. Groggily, I stumble out of bed and padding down the hallway to the front entrance. Before I open it, I take a moment to adjust the bathrobe barely tied around my naked body. Through the peephole, I can see two familiar faces – my best friend Jake and his cute stepsister Lil Elle. They’ve come over for lunch in an attempt to help me get over a recent breakup.

“Hey guys, perfect timing! Come on in,” I say with a warm grin. As they walk inside buzzing with a week’s worth of small talk, I can’t help but notice how Lil Elle looks today. Her raven hair is tied back in a messy bun, little wisps framing her delicate face. She’s wearing tiny denim shorts that show off her long, tan legs and a tight cropped top exposing a hint of midriff. I quickly avert my gaze, cheeks burning.

“Mmmm, something smells good,” Jake remarks as he heads towards the kitchen. Lil Elle continues to chat cheerfully about her summer classes, all the while playing with a lock of hair as she averts her gaze from me. She seems nervous… or is that something else?

“Can I help you do anything?” she finally asks softly, eyeing me up and down. I shake my head, flustered by the intensity of her stare.

“No, I’ve got everything under control, just relax.” She nods, wandering over to flop on the living room couch in a way that gives me a full view up her shorts. I can’t stop my eyes from roving hungrily over her curvy thighs, up to where they meet. A flash of pink satin draws my attention.

Suddenly, I hear Jake’s voice from the kitchen. “Hey, where’s the ketchup?”

“Um, it should be in the door… Or I think?” I reply distractedly, unable to look away from Lil Elle who’s making a show of spreading her legs wider. She knows I’m looking, has to. Mortified, I quickly turn away to help Jake.

“I’m sure it’s in one of these cupboards,” I say too loudly. Suddenly, I feel warm breath on the back of my neck. Whirling around, I come face to face with Lil Elle, her blue eyes heavy-lidded.

“How about you let me help you look?” she murmurs sultrily, running her small hand down my chest. I gasp, noticing how small and delicate it is compared to my larger, hairier one. Her fingers find the knot of my robe and deftly undo it.

“L-Elle, stop,” I stammer as it falls open, exposing me. She licks her lips at the sight of my now fully erect cock. Embarrassed, I try to cover myself but she bats my hands away and wraps her own around my throbbing shaft.

“Oh my God,” she whispers reverently before sinking to her knees. My heart pounds as I look to the kitchen doorway, fearful of Jake walking in any second. Yet I can’t stop her hot little tongue from flicking out to taste the bead of pre-cum on my tip. A soft groan escapes me and her eyes flick up to mine.

She opens her mouth and takes me inside, warm, wet and invitng. “Fuck,” I groan, waist-deep in ecstasy. She starts bobbing up and down, taking more of my length with each movement. Her little hand comes up to fondle my balls and I nearly lose it right there.

I grip her hair, trying desperately to stay quiet. She picks up the pace, slurping obscenely. I know I won’t last long, especially with how pent up I’ve been since my breakup. “That’s it, fuck, swallow it,” I growl as I feel myself tensing.

I almost don’t warn her, lost to sensation. But I grit my teeth and wrench her off me just in time to shudder and paint the wall behind her with thick ropes of cum. She makes quick work of jerking me dry, relishing each spurt.

Panting, I slump back against the counter, completely spent. She stands up, wiping cum from the corners of her mouth before leaning in close.

“That was just a preview,” she whispers, pressing her lips to mine in an almost chaste kiss before sauntering away.

In a daze, I bend to pickup my robe, only to freeze at the sound of Jake’s voice.

“Hey man, where’s that ketchup?” He’s standing in the doorway to the kitchen, a quizzical look on his face. I quickly secure the robe, praying my flustered state is only obvious to my guilty conscience.

“Oh, ha! I just found it,” I say, picking up the misplaced bottle from the counter. My hand shakes slightly as I pass it to him and he eyes me strangely.

“Hey, you good?” he asks, concern etched on his face. I nod, giving him a strained smile. The hallway leading to my room disappears behind him as he leaves and I exhale,デイin relief.

My heart pounds a furious, staccato rhythm as I replay Lil Elle’s brazen seduction in my head. I know this is wrong, but the silence is deafening, punctuated only by the memory of her hot little mouth wrapped around me.>