Busty stepsis seduces stepbrother

Title: The Hazards of Temptation

The house was deathly silent, save for the ever-present hum of the air conditioner. It was a sweltering summer day, and the siblings had retreated to their respective rooms in an attempt to escape the oppressive heat. For Ian, this meant sprawling out on his bed, flipping through channels on the ancient television perched on his dresser. Nothing seemed to catch his interest, until a familiar face flashed across the screen.

It was his stepsister, Chloe. She had dyed her hair a deep, unmistakable shade of raven black since the last time Ian had seen her. Her usual bubbly aura had been replaced by a sultry, seductive look as she drifted through the scene in a black lace bra and matching thong. Ian felt an unfamiliar stirring in his groin as he stared at the screen, Riveted by his stepsister’s sudden transformation.

Chloe paused her dance, and leaned forward, her ample bosom straining against the flimsy fabric of her bra. “Is anyone watching?” she purred into the camera, blinking those big, brown eyes. Ian knew she was referring to the webcam that displayed her every move for anyone with an internet connection.

“Better question, is anyone ready?” She reached behind her back and unhooked her bra, allowing the garment to fall away, revealing her perfect, perky breasts. Ian felt his mouth go dry as he took in her radiant beauty. He had always thought his stepsister was attractive, but this… this was beyond his comprehension.

Chloe ran her hands over her body as the camera panned down to the delicate lace edging her thong. “I’ll let you choose,” she said with a coy smile. Her fingers curled under the waistband, and she began to shimmy her hips ever so slightly, teasing her audience with the promise of revealing her most intimate area.

Ian found himself transfixed, unable to look away. He felt a bead of sweat trickle down his neck, and his breathing became heavier. His skin felt hot, tight, like a pressure was building inside him. He looked around, half expecting to see a wedgie peeking over his shoulder, but there was nothing.

“Be a good boy and unzip your fly,” Chloe instructed, her voice a throaty purr. Ian obeyed, his fingers trembling slightly as he reached for the zipper. He started to pull it down, but stopped, his mind screaming at him not to. “Don’t be shy now,” Chloe coaxed, her eyes darkening with desire. Reluctantly, Ian resumed his task, the zipper sliding smoothly down, inch by inch, until it reached the base of his boxers.

Chloe’s lush lips curled into a smirk as she watched Ian expose himself, his erection straining against the fabric. “Mmm, not bad,” she drawled appreciatively. “Now, take it out.” Ian hesitated, his breathing shallow and fast. He glanced around furtively before reluctantly tugging his boxers down, his shaft springing free. A bead of pre-cum glistened at the tip.

“Play with it, Ian,” Chloe commanded, a wicked gleam in her eye. “Show me what you’ve got.” Ian bit his lip, but couldn’t deny Chloe’s request. He wrapped his hand around his thick throbbing shaft, feeling the heat of his flesh under his palm. Up and down he stroked, his grip tightening as his pleasure mounts.

Meanwhile, Chloe had resumed her provocative dance, her body undulating to an unheard rhythm. Her hands roamed over her curves, pausing to cup her breasts before trailing lower, to the damp patch on her thong. With a seductive look at the camera, she peeled off the garment, kicking it aside to reveal her dripping wet pussy.

Ian’s hand moved faster over his cock at the sight, his hips bucking up to meet his fist. His moans grew louder, more urgent, as he brought himself closer to the edge.

“Cum for me, Ian,” Chloe urged, her fingers probing her slick folds. “Let it all out.” With a strangled cry, Ian obeyed, thick ropes of cum erupting from his engorged slit. He continued to pump his shaft, drawing out every last drop as waves of pleasure coursed through him.

In the afterglow, Ian slumped back against his pillows, feeling completely spent. He glanced up at the screen, expecting to see Chloe lounging in wicked satisfaction, but instead, her image flickered, then disappeared, leaving only static.

“How did she…?” Ian muttered, his brain still fuzzy. He checked his computer, but found nothing unusual. It was as though the whole event had never happened – a lurid dream, or perhaps a figment of his hyperactive imagination.

But deep down, Ian knew the truth. Chloe had seduced him, remotely, without even being in the room. The memory of her voice, her body, haunted him, making him ache with a lesser known salty tactic.
But he had to put it behind him, wash away the shame and the pleasure. He had to move on. The only question remained…would he be strong enough to resist the next time?