My Step Sisters Tight Pussy CURES My Depression

Title: The Healing Powers of My Step-Sister’s Tight Pussy

It was a rainy Monday morning, and I found myself once again wallowing in the depths of my ongoing depression. No matter how much I tried, I just couldn’t seem to cheer myself up. My therapist had suggested trying new hobbies or engaging in more social activities, but the thought alone was exhausting.

As I lay there on my bed, a sudden knock at my door startled me out of my reverie. “Come in,” I grumbled, assuming it was my mom checking up on me yet again. But to my surprise, in walked my step-sister, Rosie. She had transferred to our school a few months ago, and despite being incredibly attractive (that wild red hair, those piercing green eyes, that luscious figure), we’d never really interacted much.

Rosie closed the door behind her, her feet bare and her cheerleader uniform riding up her thighs. She sauntered over to my bed and plopped herself down next to me. I couldn’t help but ogle her thick curves, her creamy skin practically glowing in the dim light.

“I hear you’ve been feeling down lately,” she said, averting her gaze. “I was wondering if I could help.”

I scoffed. “What could you possibly do for me, Rosie?”

She looked up at me, a mischievous glint in her eye. “I could help you forget your troubles for a little while.” She placed a hand on my thigh, her touch electric against my skin.

I swallowed hard, my heart racing. I knew it was wrong, that she was my step-sister and we couldn’t just fool around like this. But as she leaned in closer, her sweet scent of vanilla and apples enveloping me, I found my reservations melting away.

Rosie’s hand slid up my thigh, heading dangerously close to the growing bulge in my pants. “I’ve seen the way you look at me,” she whispered, her breath hot against my ear. “You want me, don’t you?”

I couldn’t hold back any longer. My hands found their way to her ample breasts, squeezing and kneading through the thin fabric of her top. She let out a soft moan, her own hands deftly unbuckling my belt and undoing my fly.

In no time at all, we were both naked, Rosie straddling me on the bed. Her tight pussy was dripping with arousal, and I couldn’t resist plunging two fingers deep inside her. She threw her head back in ecstasy, her hips gyrating against my hand.

“I need your cock,” she gasped, lining herself up with my throbbing member. “I need you to fill me up and fuck me senseless.”

With that, she sank down onto me, her velvety walls enveloping me like a glove. I groaned in pleasure, my hands gripping her hips tightly as she began to ride me. Her breasts bounced hypnotically with each movement, and I couldn’t help but lean forward and take a pert nipple into my mouth.

Rosie continued her steady rhythm, her pussy squeezing me like a vice. “Your dick feels so fucking good,” she panted. “I’m gonna cum soon.”

Her movements became frantic, and I knew she was close. I reached down and rubbed her clit with my thumb, sending her over the edge. She cried out in pleasure, her juices gushing onto my cock as she came hard.

But I wasn’t done with her yet. I flipped us over, pinning her to the bed as I pounded into her. The headboard slammed against the wall with each thrust, the room filling with the erotic sounds of flesh smacking against flesh.

“Come for me,” Rosie panted, her nails digging into my back. “I wanna feel you cum deep inside me.”

With a final, brutal thrust, I buried myself to the hilt and unleashed my load. Rosie’s pussy milked me for all I was worth, and I collapsed on top of her, spent and satisfied.

We lay there for a while, basking in the afterglow. And as I looked into Rosie’s green eyes, I realized that my depression was nowhere to be found. She had cured me, if only for a little while.

“So,” she said with a smirk, tracing patterns on my chest with her finger. “Feel any better?”

I grinned at her, pulling her in for a deep, passionate kiss. “Much better,” I replied. “But I have a feeling I’m going to need a lot more of your ‘therapy.'”

Rosie laughed, a melodic sound that filled my heart with joy. “Don’t worry, step-brother,” she purred, nipping at my bottom lip. “I’m always happy to help.”

And with that, we began round two of our steamy session, my depression all but a distant memory. Sure, it was wrong to fool around with your step-sister like this, but damn if it didn’t feel so right.