Found Out Stepsister Is An Escort – No Refunds? Then I’ll Fuck Her Teen Pussy

“Oh fuck,” I muttered under my breath, my eyes widening in disbelief as I stared at the email on my computer screen. “No way… it can’t be.”

The subject line read: “Urgent: Escort Service for Tonight.” And the body of the email was a confirmation of a booking by my stepsister Jenna for the evening. The details laid out exactly what she had requested – a full service, two hour session, and a sizeable payment in advance.

I leaned back in my chair, my mind reeling. Jenna, my innocent stepsister who was still in high school, a fucking escort? It didn’t compute. She came across as so demure and proper, always getting straight A’s and participating in church groups. But this email told a very different story.

Anger began to override my shock. I stormed over to Jenna’s bedroom and barged in without knocking. She was on her bed, studying, her long chestnut hair falling around her shoulders. She looked up, startled by my abrupt entrance.

“What the hell, Nick? Don’t you knock?”

I tossed my laptop onto her bed, pointing to the screen. “What is THIS?”

Jenna glanced at it, then quickly looked at me, her blue eyes wide. For a moment she just stared, her mouth open. Then she quicky composed herself.

“It’s nothing,” she said coolly. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“Bullshit,” I spat. “I know you’re an escort. And I’m going to find out how long this has been going on.”

Jenna’s face flushed. She glared at me, her hands clenching into fists. “So what if I am? It’s my business, not yours!”

“It becomes my business when you’re fucking people for money under our roof!” I yelled. “Do you have any idea how dangerous that is? God knows what could happen to you!”

“I can take care of myself!” Jenna shouted back. “And it’s not like I have a lot of other options. This is the only way I can make money!”

“Bullshit,” I said again. “There are other ways. You don’t need to sell your fucking body!”

Jenna just scoffed. “Says the guy who videotapes himself screwing girls and puts it online for money. Thanks for the lecture, Nick. Now get out of my room.”

I stared at her incredulously. “I can’t fucking believe this. My baby sister, a goddamn hooker. You’re only 19 for fuck’s sake!”

“So what? I’m a grown woman. I can make my own choices about my body.”

I advanced on her, pointing a finger in her face. “Not while you’re living under this roof, you can’t. And trust me, if Dad found out about this…”

That seemed to rattle her. “You wouldn’t tell Dad,” she said, uncertainty in her voice.

“Watch me,” I growled. “But first, I want some fucking answers. When did this start? How many guys have you been with? What the hell, Jenna?”

She sighed heavily, shaking her head. “Fine. Yes, I’ve been doing this for a few months now. I started right after Mom and Dad kicked me out because I got caught making out with Staci Peterson behind the 7-11. I had nowhere else to go, so I stayed with Grandma Sheila for a while. But I still needed money to get by, and it’s a real slutty neighborhood over there. So I decided to make the most of my assets.”

She gestured to her slim, perky breasts inside her tight tank top. Top and I had been friends in high school, and more than once I’d spied on her getting changed in the locker room, admiring her teenaged curves. She was all long legs, pouty mouth, and big, innocent eyes.

“I figured, I’m sexy. Might as well make some cash with it,” she continued, shrugging. “I started advertising on this discreet site. Met this one guy, he was nice, and things just escalated from there.”

“How many?” I asked harshly. “How many dudes you let use your teenage cunt for rent?”

Jenna looked away, her cheeks coloring. “Not that many,” she mumbled. “A dozen, maybe.”

“Jesus fucking Christ,” I swore. I grabbed her by the shoulders, looking into her eyes. “You’re my baby sister, Jenna. I’m supposed to protect you, not stand by while you fuck strangers for money like some 8 dollar broad.”

“It’s my life!” she cried, shoving me back. “You have no right to tell me what to do! I’ll fuck whoever I want, however I want – including you, big brother. Is that what you want to hear? You want to violate me, just like all the rest?”

She lifted her top over her head, revealing her small, stiff nipples crowning her pert breasts. My eyes flashed to them, then up to her angry, challenging gaze. She grabbed my hands, placing them on her tits.

“Is this what you want, Nick?” she hissed, grinding her hips against my suddenly rigid cock. “To take advantage of the innocent little stepsister? Fuck away!”

I inhaled sharply, my mind spinning. This was so wrong, so fucked up. But god help me, I wanted her. Her illicit young body, the thrill of claiming what was forbidden…

I replied By squeezing her tits roughly, my hard cock grinding against her. “Damn right I do,” I groaned. “Since the day you started fucking this sexy little body, you’ve been begging me to violate you. Well, I’m about to do exactly that.”

Jenna moaned as I mauled her tits, arching into me. I pushed her back on the bed, climbing on top of her. She looked up at me, half-fearful, half-aroused.

“Don’t you dare make me beg for it, you son of a bitch,” she panted. “Fuck me hard. Make me your naughty little stepslut.”