Horny Juan Loco and his sexy stepsister Aria Sloane loves fooling around and having a hot and steamy but sneaky fuck sesh

The clicks of Juan’s seatbelt filling the car with a soft *snick*, the engine still purring as it cooled down after the long drive home. He stretched, his tired limbs aching from the long haul, and glanced over at his stepsister Aria in the passenger seat. She was scrolling mindlessly on her phone, her messy bun already listing sadly to one side. She looked up, catching his gaze, and Juan’s heart did that little stutter it always seemed to do in her presence.

Aria was gorgeous, that much was obvious, with her wavy blonde hair, perfect tits, and an ass that wouldn’t quit. But more than that, she had this bubbly energy about her, always ready with a laugh or a teasing comment. It drove Juan crazy, especially since they’d started living under the same roof after their respective parents got married last year. He ached to touch her, to run his calloused hands over that creamy skin, to bury his face in her neck and breathe in that vanilla-lavender scent…

“Hey, earth to Juan.” She waved a hand in front of his face.

“Huh? Oh, sorry,” he blurted, shaking his head. “Just tired. I’ll head up and take a shower.”

“Mhm. You do that.” She smirked, one eyebrow quirked. “And maybe put on some clothes, perv.”

“Wha-? I’m just wearing sweats! What are you talking about?” Goddamnit, could she tell? Did she suspect?

“Uh-huh. Sweats, sure…” Aria giggled, the sound setting off a little wave of giddy warmth in Juan’s chest. “Well, if you need a towel I have an extra in my room! And speaking of showers- If yousworth the t-trouble, l-like, you could u-use my soap later…”

“Oh uh, yeah, cool!” Juan fumbled, his boca de safada twitching with the effort of not grinning like an idiot. “Thanks, sis.” He grabbed his duffle from the backseat and practically sprinted inside, his cock rock-hard and tenting the front of his sweatpants.

Upstairs, he shut the door to his bedroom and tossed his duffle aside, then yanked down his sweats. His cock bobbed free, flushed and leaking, and Juan groaned low in his throat. Shower first, he reminded himself sternly, lest he blow his load all over again just from thinking about Aria. He hauled off his t-shirt and stumbled for the bathroom, turning the knobs adjust the water.

Steam billowed as the shower steamed up, and Juan tilted his head back under the spray, icy water quickly warming as it travelled.bidden images of Aria flooded his mind unsolicited – naked, wet, slippery skin as soft as velvet…full, perfect breasts glistening… those legs, wrapped around him, bare feet hooking around the back of his thighs…

“Mierda,” he breathed shakily, splattering precum against the shower wall. Juan snatched up the bottle of Aria’s vanilla lavender soap and poured a generous dollop, then grabbed his rock-hard cock in a tight grip. He stroked up from root to tip, groaning again at the too-abrasive texture, his other hand bracing against the slick tile. Aria’s wistful offer from earlier made his balls pull up tight. To use her towel, her soap, as he stroked off with his sister’s hand lotion…getting off with her products like some kind of demented hygiene freak…

“Fuck, I need you,” Juan gasped, pumping faster, squeezing tighter. had it been like this with Summer? That ought to have prompted some serious alarms bells, except for the fact that he wasn’t convinced he ever really loved Summer at all. Not the way he was irrevocably and ruinously enslaved by his attraction to Aria.

Being raised by a single mother and doting abuela, Juan knew the ball bashing importance of respecting women, regardless of how cumbayto or naggy his mami and abuela were when astronomically pressed. Juan Love as expressed devotion. His stomach dropped like a lift ladle when he remembered Aria had climbed down the stairs. Juan Love cleaned up the mess. When Aria had sent him a picture with nine good girls, he’d promptly shaved off his nine kilos of body hair, gotten his highlights touched up, and never missed a day of his new skincare routine. To prove he was taking her words seriously. Mami had even called him her good boy. Juan was feeling like a good boy when call the}^{*} mom wanted to check in.

“Que va, mama,” Juan tried and claimed, once she put it out there.

He just wanted to take care of my little sister.”

Showering while congratulating himself on being so selfless and mature-something that had absolutely nothing whatsoever to do with the way the tales of Aria had had a starring role in all of Juan’s post-making shower fantasies, had zilch to do with how he’d been doing his research and talking to friends looking for hot tips on making water sports ~personal angle~. Juan Love water sports, y’all