My stepbrother helps me to forget my boyfriend – Cum on face

Title: A Naughty Steprother’s Helping Hand

As I lay sprawled on the couch, my mind still reeling from the bitter breakup with my boyfriend, my stepbrother Jake sauntered into the living room. With his chiseled jawline, piercing blue eyes, and a physique that marked him as a former college football star, his presence alone was enough to send a shiver down my spine.

“Hey sis, what’s got you down?” he asked, his voice a deep, velvety rumble that made me clench my thighs together. I sighed, burying my face in a pillow.

“I just caught Jay cheating on me with his ex. I thought we were going to move in together, but now…” I trailed off, my voice cracking with emotion.

Jake’s expression softened, and he sat down beside me, his strong hand rubbing soothing circles on my back. The warmth of his touch seeped through my thin tank top, igniting a fire within me that I had long forgotten.

“Forget that loser, Lily,” he said gently. “You don’t need him to make you feel good.”

I looked up at him, my eyes wide with surprise at his bold statement. His gaze locked with mine, and for a moment, I forgot how to breathe. Jake’s hand slid down my back, his fingers dipping below the waistband of my sweatpants.

“Jake…” I whispered, my voice barely audible.

“Shh,” he hushed me, his thumb grazing my lower lip. “Let me help you forget.”

As if possessed by an otherworldly force, I leaned in, my lips brushing against his in a tentative kiss. Jake responded with an urgency that took my breath away, his tongue darting out to tangle with mine. My hands roamed his broad chest, feeling the muscles ripple beneath my touch.

Jake’s hands slid under my tank top, cupping my breasts and kneading them with a skill that had me arching into his touch. He broke the kiss, trailing his lips down my neck, his teeth nipping at my sensitive skin.

I whimpered, my fingers tangling in his hair as he tugged down the cups of my bra, freeing my breasts to his hungry gaze. His mouth closed around one nipple, his tongue swirling around the hardened peak, while his hand plucked at the other, sending jolts of pleasure coursing through my body.

I wriggled out of my sweatpants, kicking them aside as Jake settled himself between my legs. His fingers found my slick folds, stroking me with a leisurely pace that had me bucking against his hand. I gasped, my hips grinding against his touch, seeking more friction.

Jake chuckled, the vibration of his laughter sending shivers down my spine. “So responsive, sis,” he murmured, his fingers plunging deep inside me, curling to hit that sweet spot within.

“Oh, god!” I cried out, my head falling back as I rode his fingers, lost in the waves of pleasure he was stirring within me. Just when I thought I couldn’t take anymore, Jake withdrew his fingers, leaving me bereft and wanting.

He stood up, a wicked grin playing on his lips as he stripped off his shirt, revealing his toned abdomen and the bulge straining against his jeans. I licked my lips, my eyes fixated on the growing tent in his pants.

Jake shucked off his jeans and boxers in one smooth motion, his erection springing free, the tip glistening with precum. My mouth watered at the sight, and I found myself craving a taste of him.

“Come here,” I purred, crooking my finger at him. Jake obeyed, kneeling between my spread thighs, his cock mere inches from my face.

I leaned in, my tongue darting out to lick a pearl of precum from the tip. Jake groaned, his fingers tangling in my hair as I took him into my mouth, swallowing him down to the hilt.

“Fuck, Lily,” he grunted, his hips rocking forward, fucking my mouth with a wild abandon. I relished the taste of him, the salty-sweet essence of his arousal coating my tongue.

Jake pulled away, his breath coming in ragged pants. He flipped me onto my hands and knees, positioning himself behind me. I looked back at him over my shoulder, my eyes dark with desire.

“Fuck me, Jake,” I begged, my voice barely above a whisper. “Make me forget.”

Jake needed no further encouragement. With one swift thrust, he buried himself to the hilt inside me, stretching me in the most delicious way. I cried out, my fingers digging into the cushions as he set a punishing pace, each thrust pushing me closer to the edge.

“Does this feel good, sis?” Jake growled, punctuating each word with a powerful snap of his hips. “Do you like having your big brother’s cock inside you?”

“Yes!” I screamed, my walls tightening around him, the coil of tension in my belly winding tighter and tighter. “Don’t stop!”

Jake pistoned into me, his fingers finding my clit, circling the sensitive nub and pushing me over the precipice. My orgasm crashed over me like a tidal wave, my body shaking with the force of it. Jake followed close behind, pulling out and stroking his dick as he painted my back with his release.

I collapsed onto the couch, my body boneless and sated. Jake gathered me into his arms, his lips brushing against my temple in a tender kiss.

“Feel better, sis?” he asked, his voice rumbling in his chest.

I smiled, nuzzling into his warmth. “Much.”

And as we lay there, basking in the afterglow of our illicit encounter, I knew one thing for certain: Jake had more than helped me forget my troubles. He had shown me the beginning of something far more thrilling.