Brattysis Vanessa Moon suggests, “Maybe You Should Lick My Pussy For Some Good Luck, Stepbro” -S26:E5

The door swung open with a creak, revealing a dimly lit bedroom adorned with soft, pastel hues and an aroma of vanilla. In the center of the room stood a queen-sized bed, its sheets tangled and rumpled from the morning’s rush. And there, perched on the edge of the bed, was the most tantalizing sight—the irresistibly beguiling Vanessa Moon.

She sat there, her legs crossed, her sheer white robe slipped off one shoulder, exposing her porcelain skin. Her dark hair, usually tied up in a neat ponytail, cascaded down her back in loose waves. As I stepped further into the room, she looked up, her emerald eyes locking onto mine.

“Stepbrother, just the person I was hoping to see,” she purred, uncrossing her legs and patting the space beside her, “Come, sit with me.”

My heart raced as I obediently walked over and sat down next to her, the bed dipping under my weight. I could feel the heat radiating off her body, could smell the sweet honeysuckle scent of her perfume. She leaned in close, her breasts pressing against my arm, “I’ve been thinking, stepbrother. I think I may have a solution to all your troubles.”

“What’s that, sis?” I asked, my voice hoarse with anticipation.

A sly smile played at the corners of her lips, “Maybe you should lick my pussy for some good luck. What do you say, stepbrother?”

My mind raced, trying to process her words. Could this really be happening? Was my sexy, alluring stepsister really suggesting what I thought she was? I looked into her eyes, searching for a hint of mirth or deception, but found none. Only a daring, sultry invitation.

“Vanessa, are you sure about this?” I managed to ask, my hands trembling slightly.

She took one of my hands in hers, guiding it under her robe to rest on the smooth skin of her thigh, “I’ve never been more certain of anything in my life, stepbrother.”

With that, she stood up, letting her robe slip off her shoulders and pool at her feet. She was wearing nothing underneath, her perfect, round breasts capped with pert, rosy nipples. My eyes raked over her body, drinking in every inch of her creamy skin, her delicate curves, the tender flare of her hips.

She grabbed my wrists and pulled me to my feet, then turned and bent over the edge of the bed, presenting herself to me. Her ass was full and perfect, the globes glistening and smooth. And between her legs, the pink, glistening folds of her pussy peeked out, begging to be tasted.

“Go on, stepbrother,” she urged, looking at me over her shoulder, “Put that tongue to good use.”

I didn’t need to be told twice. I dropped to my knees behind her, my face mere inches from her warmth. The scent of her sex filled my nostrils, sweet and musky. I leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to her inner thigh, feeling her shudder beneath my lips.

“Please,” she gasped, her voice thin with desire, “I need it.”

I ran my tongue along her slit, savoring the taste of her essence. She was divine, like honey and spice. I delved deeper, swirling my tongue around her clit, feeling her body responds to my touch. She moaned, the sound echoing off the walls of the bedroom.

I continued to lick and suck, my tongue exploring every inch of her, my hands gripping her hips. She ground herself against my face, her moans growing louder, more fervent. I could feel her body tensing, hear her breathing growing rapid and shallow. She was close.

“Don’t stop,” she cried out, her voice high and breathy, “Oh God, don’t stop!”

I doubled my efforts, my tongue flicking rapidly over her clit, my fingers digging into her hips. And then, with a final, guttural moan, she came undone. Her body shook, her legs trembled, and her pussy spasmed against my tongue as she reached her peak.

I continued to lick her through her orgasm, my own arousal swelling painfully against the confines of my jeans. When her body finally stopped shuddering, I pulled back, my mouth and chin glistening with her juices. She collapsed onto the bed, her chest heaving with ragged breaths.

“That was…incredible,” she panted, looking back at me with a satisfied smirk, “I knew you’d be good at that, stepbrother.”

I climbed onto the bed beside her, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand, “I’m glad I could be of service, sis.”

She rolled onto her side, her breasts pressing against my chest, “The pleasure was all mine, believe me. But the night is still young, and you’ve got some good luck to earn, right?”

Her hand slid down my body, her fingers tracing the bulge in my jeans. I groaned, my hips bucking involuntarily, “Vanessa, are you sure you want to do this? I mean, we’re…relatives.”

She chuckled, her breath hot against my ear, “So what? Incest is just idle talk these days. And besides, I can’t think of anyone else I’d rather share this kind of luck with.”

Her fingers deftly undid the button of my jeans, then the zipper, slowly tugging the denim down my hips. I lifted my hips to help her, my cock straining against the fabric of my boxers. She tugged those down as well, freeing my erection. It sprang up, hard and throbbing, the tip already glistening with precum.

“Well, well,” she purred appreciatively, wrapping her fingers around my shaft, “looks like someone’s happy to see me.”

I let out a breathless chuckle, my hips twitching as she slowly stroked me, “Vanessa, I’ve been happy to see you for as long as I can remember.”

She laughed, the sound low and sultry, and then leaned down, her tongue flicking out to taste the precum beading at the tip of my cock. I gasped, my hands fisting in the sheets. She took me into her mouth then, her lips sealed around my shaft, her tongue swirling around the head.

“Fuck,” I groaned, my head falling back, “your mouth feels so good, sis.”

She bobbed her head, taking me deeper into her throat with each pass. I could feel the tightness, the wet heat of her mouth enveloping me. It was unlike anything I had ever experienced. My eyes rolled back, my heart pounding in my chest, my breath coming in short, sharp gasps.

She continued to suck me, her head moving faster, her hand stroking what she couldn’t fit into her mouth. The sounds of her sucking, of my groans and moans, filled the room, a melodic symphony of lust.

I could feel the tension building in my body, the coil of pleasure tightening in my core. She sensed it too, her sucking becoming more fevered, her hand pumping faster. And then, with a guttural cry, I came, my seed spilling into her mouth, down her throat.

She continued to suck, swallowing every drop, until I was completely spent. I collapsed back onto the bed, my chest heaving, my body slick with sweat. She crawled up beside me, licking her lips, a satisfied smirk on her face.

“Not bad, stepbrother,” she purred, “not bad at all. I think you’ve got some good luck coming your way.”

I laughed breathlessly, wrapping my arm around her waist and pulling her close, “I couldn’t agree more, sis. I couldn’t agree more.”

And with that, we drift off to sleep, our bodies entwined, our minds filled with the memory of our naughty, incestuous act and the promise of more to come.