Ivi Seduces Stepbro, Im Hungry… For Your Cock

In the sultry confines of her bedroom, a long-legged blonde named Ivi lounged on her bed, her mind wandering to forbidden desires. The 18-year-old beauty was dressed in her enticing school uniform – a blue and white checkered skirt, a tight white blouse that strained against her ample bosom, stockings that hugged her toned legs. She smoothed her hands over her curves, relishing the silky fabric against her warm skin.

Ivi bit her plump bottom lip, thinking of her stepbrother Liam. The devilishly handsome 19-year-old had been teasing her for months now, with his wandering hands and roguish wit. She had always brushed it off as flirtatious banter between siblings, but the tension had been building, a quiet longing growing between them.

Glancing at the clock, Ivi saw it was nearly midnight. Liam would be home from the pub any minute now. Her heart raced with anticipation. She knew what she wanted, and she was willing to take it. Crawling to the edge of the bed, Ivi pulled out a drawer and removed a black feather plume. Trailing it over her skin, she shivered with delight, imagining Liam’s skilled touch.

Suddenly, she heard the front door creak open, followed by heavy footsteps on the stairs. He was home. Ivi’s breath quickened, her pulse pounding in her ears. She knew she had to make her move, before she lost her nerve.

Picking up the feather, Ivi sauntered out of her room and down the hall. Liam’s door was ajar, light spilling from within. She took a deep breath and knocked softly.

“Come in,” he called, his deep voice sending a shiver down her spine.

Ivi pushed open the door and stepped inside, leaning against the frame. Liam glanced up from his laptop, surprise flickering across his handsome face. He was shirtless, his muscular chest toned and tanned. Ivi took in the sight hungrily, her eyes roaming over his abs and the V of his hips disappearing into his low-slung sweatpants.

“Can’t sleep?” Liam asked, his voice casual, but his eyes darkening with desire as they travelled over her skimpy uniform.

Ivi shook her head, stepping further into the room. “I’m starving. Absolutely famished.”

She trailed the feather down her neck and over her collarbone, her fingers toying with the buttons of her blouse. Liam swallowed hard, his gaze following the motion.

“What…what are you hungry for, sis?” His voice was a deep, husky growl, filled with promise.

Ivi licked her lips, suddenly feeling bold. “I think you know what I want, Liam.”

She walked towards him, her hips swaying seductively. Then she straddled his lap, facing him, her skirt hiked up to reveal the tops of her stockings. Liam’s hands came to rest on her thighs, his touch electric.

“I want you,” Ivi whispered, leaning in close so her lips brushed his ear. “I’m hungry…for your cock.”

With that, Liam’s control snapped. He captured her mouth in a bruising kiss, his hands roaming her body, squeezing and kneading her flesh. Ivi moaned into his mouth, grinding her hips against his straining erection. She needed him, needed to feel him inside her, filling and stretching her.

Breaking the kiss, Liam quickly divested her of her blouse and bra, freeing her ample breasts. He dove in, his hot mouth on her aching nipples, suckling and licking. Ivi cried out, tangling her fingers in his hair, urging him closer. She could feel her panties growing damp, her sex throbbing with need.

“Liam…please…I need you,” she panted, tugging at his sweatpants.

Liam obliged, shoving them down his muscular thighs. His thick, hard shaft sprang free, bobbing against her stomach. Ivi wrapped her hand around him, stroking his length reverently. She could barely wrap her fingers around his girth.

“Fuck, sis…you’re so sexy,” Liam groaned, his hips pumping in sync with her hand.

Unable to wait any longer, Ivi shifted and impaled herself on Liam’s cock, taking him to the hilt in one smooth motion. They both cried out at the sensation, his thickness spreading her wet folds. Ivi began to move, riding him with wild abandon, her breasts bouncing with each crazy surge. Liam gripped her hips, slamming her down on his shaft, burying himself deep.

“Yes! Yes! Harder!” Ivi demanded, her head thrown back in ecstasy.

Liam complied, picking up the pace until the bed was shaking. The room was filled with the obscene sounds of their coupling – grunts of pleasure, the wet slap of skin against skin, Ivi’s wanton moans.

Ivi leaned down and kissed Liam fiercely, her tongue thrusting into his mouth, mimicking the action of his cock inside her. Their bodies moved together, one slick, writhing mass of passion, chasing their mutual pleasure.

Suddenly, Liam rolled them over so Ivi was pinned beneath him. He hitched her legs over his shoulders, driving into her at a new, deeper angle. Ivi saw stars, her toes curling. Each powerful thrust sent shockwaves through her, coiling the tension in her core.

“Liam! I’m gonna…I’m gonna…” Ivi couldn’t even form words.

“Come for me, sis,” Liam grunted, punctuating each word with a swift, deep stroke. “I want to feel you come on my cock.”

That did it. With a keening cry, Ivi shattered, her orgasm crashing over her in waves of pure ecstasy. She convulsed around Liam, her inner muscles clamping down on him like a vice. The sensation triggered Liam’s own climax and he came with a guttural shout, flooding Ivi’s spasming channel with his hot seed.

They collapsed together in a tangle of limbs, chests heaving, sweat-slicked skin sliding against each other. Liam pulled Ivi into his arms, placing a soft kiss on her damp brow.

“Hungry for more?” he asked with a crooked grin.

Ivi laughed, already feeling the familiar heat building again. “Always, for you.”

And so began a long, exhausting night of steaming, illicit passion between thestepsiblings, a taboo love affair written in sweat and body fluids on rumpled sheets…