Kinky Family – Stepsister wants my cock
Title: “Family Secrets: Stepsister’s Shameful Desires”
The afternoon sun streamed through the sheer curtains, casting a warm glow across the living room carpet. I was sprawled out on the sofa, lazily scrolling through my phone as I awaited my new family’s arrival. Dad had remarried a few weeks ago, and now his new wife and her young daughter were moving in today. I wasn’t too thrilled about the new living arrangement, as I was used to the house being just mine and Dad’s. But hey, change happens, right?
As if on cue, a car pulled up in the driveway, jolting me from my thoughts. I jumped up from the sofa to help unload the moving truck, but before I could reach the front door, it swung open and in burst a beautiful young woman. She looked to be about nineteen years old, with long, wavy blonde hair cascading down her back. Her tight blue sundress hugged her slender frame, and her legs went on for miles.
“Oh, hey!” she said brightly when she saw me. “You must be Jack, right? I’m Jenna, your new stepsister!”
I couldn’t help but stare at her. Her lips were full and pink, her eyes sparkled with mischief. She flashed me a dazzling smile, and I felt my heart skip a beat.
“Uh, yeah, hi, nice to meet you,” I stammered, running a hand through my hair. “Um, where would you like me to put your stuff?”
Jenna looked me up and down, her eyes lingering for a split second too long on the bulge in my shorts. “That depends,” she purred. “What exactly are you packing in there?”
My mouth fell open. Was she really saying what I thought she was saying? Before I could respond, a voice called out from the front door.
“Jenna! Stop flirting and come give your mother a hand!”
Jenna rolled her eyes but obediently headed for the door. “Coming, Mom!” she called over her shoulder to me with a wink.
The next few hours were a blur of moving boxes and small talk. Jenna’s mother, denser than most ennui sentient beings, babbled on about how wonderful it would be for Jenna and I to be siblings now. I could only nod along, my mind still reeling from Jenna’s forwardness.
That night, as I lay in bed trying to sleep, I heard a light tap at my door. “Come in,” I said, sitting up in bed.
Jenna entered, a mischievous grin playing on her lips. She was dressed only in a tiny pair of silk pajama shorts and a thin tank top that left little to the imagination. My eyes widened as she walked toward me, her hips swaying hypnotically.
“Can’t sleep?” I asked, trying to keep my voice steady.
Jenna climbed onto the bed and straddled my lap, her breasts in my face. “Not with the way you’re moaning tonight,” she said, nibbling on my earlobe.
“W-what are you doing?” I choked out as she ground her hips against mine.
“I’m doing what we both want,” Jenna breathed, pulling off her tiny shorts. “I’ve seen the way you look at me. I know you want me.”
And just like that, any thoughts of morality evaporated from my mind as pure lust overtook me. My hands roamed up her toned thighs, gripping her flared hips as she began to grind against my rigid cock through my boxer briefs.
“I want you too,” I growled, flipping us over so I was on top, claiming her mouth in a rough kiss. Jenna moaned into my mouth, her legs wrapping around my waist. I could feel the heat radiating from her core.
Breaking the kiss, I rose up just enough to pull my shirt over my head. Jenna’s golden eyes raked over my toned chest and abs, licking her lips. “Mmm, you’re even sexier than I imagined,” she murmured appreciatively.
I reached out to grab the hem of her tank top, dragging it up and over her head to reveal her perfect breasts, nipples hard with arousal. Jenna gasped as I palmed them, pinching and rolling the stiff peaks between my fingers.
“Ohh god, yes,” she whimpered, pushing her chest into my touch. “I need you so badly, Jack…”
Inspired by her desperate pleas, I released her breasts only to rip my boxers off, freeing my aching cock. Jenna shimmied out of her shorts, and I groaned at the sight of her glistening pink petals. I tested her folds with a finger, finding her dripping wet and ready.
“Fuck, Jenna,” I grunted. “You’re so tight.”
“Please, don’t tease me!” Jenna begged, tugging me down for another scorching kiss even as her hands wrapped around my throbbing shaft. She guided me to her entrance, rubbing the swollen head through her slickness.
“Then take what you want,” I challenged, capturing her wrists and pinning them above her head. “Take my cock, stepsister.”
With a wanton moan, Jenna bucked her hips, impaling herself on my rigid length. We both cried out at the exquisite sensation, our bodies joining in the most intimate way imaginable. I pulled out almost all the way before slamming back in, setting a hard and deep rhythm.
“Yessss,” Jenna hissed, her inner muscles clenching around me with each thrust. “Fuck me, Jack! Make me your dirty little cocksleeve!”
As much as I wanted to prolong this moment, her filthy words were quickly undoing me. Feeling the first flutters of her impending orgasm, I reached between us to rub tight circles over her aching clit. Jenna’s eyes rolled back in her head, her mouth falling open in a silent scream as her pussy spasmed violently around my pistoning cock.
“Yes, yes, oh fuck YES!” Jenna wailed, thrashing her head from side to side. “I’m cumming on your fat fucking dick!”
Her climax triggered my own, and I let out a guttural groan as I erupted deep inside her spasming channel, flooding her womb with my hot seed. We rode out our peaks together before collapsing into a sweaty, panting heap.
“Mmm, that was even better than I fantasized,” Jenna purred, stroking my hair. “I hope you’re ready for many more incestuous adventures together…”
And with those loaded words, my stepsister settled into my arms and drifted off to sleep with a satisfied smile on her face – secure in the knowledge that she now had an easy and readily accessible source of cock to fuck whenever, and however, she wanted. As wrong as it was, I couldn’t denying how much I looked forward to exploring even MORE of Jenna’s perverted fantasies with her…