Amber Summer & Penelope Woods – Stepsister Catfish

The sun streamed through Amelia’s bedroom window, casting a warm glow on her curves as she lounged topless on the bed, idly scrolling through social media on her phone. Living with her stepmother Amber and stepsister Penelope required a certain level of discretion when it came to nudity. Not that Amelia minded showcasing her perfect C-cup breasts and toned stomach whenever the opportunity arose.

A message popped up on her Instagram from a user she didn’t recognize. “Hey beautiful, loving your pics. We should chat sometime. ?” Amelia rolled her eyes. Another thirsty dude probably.

She clicked on the profile to see the username ‘Penelope_Woods.’ The display photo was of Penelope herself, Amelia’s stepsister, wearing a tiny bikini and biting her plump lower lip seductively. Odd, Amelia thought. Penelope wasn’t usually one for oversexualizing herself online.

Out of curiosity, Amelia opened the chat and began typing. “Hi Penelope, we should definitely chat sometime. And by chat, I mean spend hours exploring each other’s bodies until we’re both screaming in ecstasy. ?” She hit send before she could second-guess herself.

Amelia’s heart raced as she waited for a response. The idea was crazy – she and Penelope had never shown any sexual interest in each other before. They barely even got along most of the time. But there was just something about the flirtatious tone of the message that had ignited a spark of desire deep within Amelia.

Finally, three dots appeared indicating Penelope was typing a response. “Mmmm, I thought you’d never ask, sis. ? I’ve been dying to get my hands on you. Meet me in the laundry room in 10 minutes? Don’t wear panties.”

Amelia’s mouth went dry. Holy shit, was this really happening? She threw her phone down and leapt out of bed, grabbing a pair of jean shorts and shimmying into them. She decided to leave her top off, the thought of Penelope’s hands roaming her bare breasts sending tingles through her body.

Downstairs, Amelia practically sprinted to the laundry room, her pulse pounding in her ears. She pushed open the door and was met with the sight of Penelope reclining on the dryer, completely naked and gorgeous as ever. Her full D-cups looked like they might burst out of her chest, and her round ass was just begging to be grabbed.

“Well hello there,” Penelope purred, crooking a finger at Amelia. “Don’t leave me hanging, sis. Get that hot little ass over here.”

Amelia felt drawn to her by an almost magnetic force. She walked forward and knelt in front of Penelope, running her hands up her thighs and over her hips. The skin was soft and smooth, just like she had always imagined.

“I can’t believe we’re really doing this,” Amelia breathed, pressing a kiss to Penelope’s inner thigh, just inches from her glistening pussy. “I’ve dreamed of tasting you for so long.”

Penelope moaned, tangling her fingers in Amelia’s hair. “Then what are you waiting for, bad girl? Put that dirty mouth to good use.”

Spurred on by the encouragement, Amelia dove in and began dragging her tongue along Penelope’s sloppy wet slit. The taste was divine – tangy and sweet. She swirled her tongue around Penelope’s sensitive clit and the other girl bucked against her face with a loud gasp.

“That’s it, eat that pussy,” Penelope commanded, grinding herself against Amelia’s eager mouth. “Fuck, you’re so good! I’ve been imagining this for ages.”

Amelia made quick work of Penelope, expertly flicking and sucking her most intimate spots until she felt her stepsister tense up and then explode all over her face with a guttural moan. The scent and taste of Penelope’s orgasm was more intoxicating than Amelia had ever dreamed.

When Penelope finally calmed down, Amelia looked up at her with a wicked grin, smearing her lips sticky with cum. “Well, I think we both came out of this Raining Men situation the better for it. But the sexy time doesn’t have to end here…”

Slowly, she stood up and started unbuttoning her shorts, wiggling her hips seductively. She let the jean shorts slide down her legs, revealing that she really hadn’t been wearing panties after all. Her pussy was swollen and glistening, just begging to be filled.

Amelia grabbed a bottle of amber colored liquid off a shelf, remembering how Penelope had used hers back in South of Somewhere. She drizzled some luxurious oil all over Penelope’s body, going slowly to heighten the sensuality of the experience. Penelope began massaging Amelia’s full breasts, tweaking her pink nipples until they were hard little peaks.

“I wonder if her tits are real,” Penelope thought to herself as she caressed them, “or if she’s had work done.” Either way, they felt incredible in her hands. She leaned in to take one of Amelia’s taut nipples into her mouth, rolling her tongue around it greedily.

Amelia moaned, reaching back to grab a fistful of Penelope’s dark, wavy hair. “Oh fuck yes, suck on my titties, you slutty little minx!”

After giving each breast ample, lewd attention, Penelope smiled devilishly at Amelia. “Why don’t you lie back and let me lick that needy cunt of yours now?” she suggested in a husky tone.

Amelia made herself comfortable on the hard tile floor, one ankle crossed over the other knee in a lewd pose. “By all means, sister dear. Come get your taste of the succulent fruit,” she purred.

As Penelope kneeled between her legs and ran her tongue slow circles around Amelia’s engorged clit, Amelia gasped and bucked her hips upwards. She had to press a hand to her lips to muffle her moans. The last thing they needed was for Amber to come walking in and catch them in the throes of their lesbian incest.

Penelope began rubbing her own wet pussy in lewd circles as she ate Amelia out, getting spurred on by the taste of her step-sis. Amelia was going crazy with lust, never having been eaten out nearly this well by anyone, least of all a girl. She came with a shudder nearly, squirting into Penelope’s greedy mouth.

The two lesbian stepsisters rested after their blissful orgasmic experiences, pressing their naked, oily bodies together. “I think we should make Raining Men for real,” Amelia giggled. “With how well we work together, can you imagine all the hot threesomes we could do with boys? I call big dick.”