Feed my stepsister with cum for breakfast
My almond-shaped eyes flutter open, greeted by the warm golden rays of a lazy Sunday morning. I stretch languidly, sheets tumbling down to reveal my shapely bare breasts, nipples hardening in the cool air. Glancing over, I spot my stepbrother Tom still sound asleep, lightly snoring. The arch of his back and the delicious curve of his ass peeking out from the sheets make my pussy clench with desire.
I’ve long harbored naughty fantasies about Tom, but always resisted acting on them, not wanting to upset our family dynamic. But today, something compels me to throw caution to the wind. I’m tired of years of pent-up lust, the need for his cock, for his cum.
Sliding under the covers, I nuzzle my face between his firm cheeks, inhaling his intoxicating musk. I stuff my pink tongue into his tight, virgin pucker, making it flutter with shock. “Rise and shine, Tom…” I whisper before diving back in, tongue-fucking his hole with shameless abandon. He startles awake with a gasp.
“W-what the fuck are you doing, Julia?!” Tom yelps, trying to push me away. But I’m relentless, my need overpowering his weak protests. My puffy lips wrap around his sleeping cock, lips stretching obscenely as I take him to the back of my throat. He tastes divine – salty, musky, masculine.
“Mmmmph…” I moan around his morning wood, thick drool cascading down my chin. I swallow as much of him as I can, nose brushing his pubes, prostate throbbing against my tonsils. My hands pump his clean shaft as I deepthroat him, spit bubbling from my lips.
Tom groans, bucking his hips to fuck my mouth. “Ohh god Julia, your throat feels so good around my cock…” His dirty talk only spurs me on, wet slurping sounds filling the room as I suck him with wild abandon. Saliva pools in my slack mouth, overflowing from the corners. I look up at him adoringly with tear-filled eyes, desperate to please.
“I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum down your slutty throat!” Tom growls, balls drawing up tight. I hum in agreement, greedy to drink down every last drop of his precious seed. My head bobs faster, lips stretched obscenely wide around his girthy cock.
With a roar, Tom explodes, hot sticky ropes of cum shooting directly into my stomach. I continue sucking to milk him dry, swallowing every salty-sweet drop. When his pulsing cock slips from my bruised lips, I gaze up at him with cum-glazed eyes and an overfed grin.
“I wanted to serve you breakfast in bed, Tom. And that creamy cumshot sure hit the spot!” I lick my lips, savoring the taste lingering there. Tom stares at me in shock, his mind reeling from what just happened. Part of me worried he’d be disgusted by my aggressive lust. Instead, I see raw, ravenous desire smoldering in his eyes.
Tom grabs me by the hair and decks me backwards onto the bed. “Breakfast? Oh, I’ve got another fucking meal for you…” With a predatory snarl, he tears my panties off and plunges his still rock-hard cock into my slick pussy. I howl in ecstasy, back arching, feet flailing.
Tom fucks me with animalistic intensity, skin slapping as he rails me balls-deep into the mattress. My tits jiggle wildly, heavy breathing turning into moans and cries. I’m so deliciously full of cock and cream, I feel like I might burst.
“Harder, fuck me harder!” I beg, clawing at his back. He obliges, spearing me with ruthless abandon. I gush and squirt around his pistoning shaft, juices splattering the sheets. The sounds of our carnal coupling – wet slaps of flesh, grunts of exertion, the creak of the bed frame – create a debauched symphony.
As we writhe and thrash on the bed, Tom reaches down, his thumb circling my clit, flicking rapidly. The intense stimulation sends me over the edge, orgasm crashing through me like a freight train. “TOM!!!” I scream, vision whiting out, lungs burning as climax rips through my core.
Tom follows suit, body going rigid, teeth sinking into my shoulder as he pours a second load deep into my spasming cunt. Our bond amplifies the pleasure, every touch sending lightning through our veins. I feel truly connected, two broken pieces mended by the restoration of sacred taboo.
Panting, Tom collapses beside me, pulling me close. I savor his warmth, the weight of hisarm around me, the softness of his lips pecking my temple. This feels so right, as if every step of our relationship led us to this forbidden bliss. I nest my face into his neck, breathing him in.
“Happy Mother’s Day, Mom,” I whisper against his skin, giggling as I feel him shudder against me. His rumbling laughter and tight squeeze reaffirm that we’re just getting started in fulfilling the deep, depraved desires we’ve both harbored for so long.
