Stepsis Sneaks Into Her Stepbro’s Bed In The Middle Of The Night, Leading To A Secret Handjob

Stephanie crept down the darkened hallway, her heart pounding in her chest. She knew exactly where she was heading – towards the forbidden, the taboo. Her stepbrother’s bedroom door loomed ahead, a silent barrier between her innocent intentions and the illicit desires that consumed her waking thoughts.

The latch clicked softly as she pushed open the door, light from the hallway spilling across the sleek hardwood floor. She stepped inside, leaving the door ajar, just in case she needed to make a quick escape should he awaken. But that was just an idle worry; she knew all too well how deeply he slept after a long day of splitting wood and working in the yard, his chest heaving rhythmically as exhaustion claimed his fit physique.

Stephanie’s sneakers barely whispered against the floorboards as she approached the bed, her eyes drinking in the sight of his muscular form, bunched blankets exposing his tanned chest and abs. God, but he was sexy, even in sleep. A bead of sweat trickled between her breasts, dampening the thin fabric of her tank top. Between her legs, she felt herself growing warm, her cotton panties beginning to cling to her swollen lips.

Unconsciously she began to lick her lips, eyeing his impressive bulge beneath the sheets. How she longed to touch him, touzzle him to hardness, to feel his thick shaft throbbing against her hand. She knew it was wrong to lust after her stepbrother this way, and yet she couldn’t seem to quell the desires, stoked to a fever pitch by her secret fantasies.

Shivering with anticipated pleasure, Stephanie slowly crept onto the bed, careful not to jostle him. She sat beside him and gently rested a hand on his knee, letting her fingertips trace the contours of his thigh. He shifted slightly in his sleep, making her heart leap into her throat, but he didn’t wake.

“Mmmm…” she breathed, exultant, as her fingers crept higher, brushing the hem of his shorts. She cupped her hand around the impressive swell of him, marveling at the heat emanating through the cotton. Unable to resist, she very gently squeezed, feeling his cock twitch and swell harder in response to her touch, even in sleep.

A moan escaped her lips at the sensation. She wanted him – no, needed him – so badly. Casting a glance at his blissfully sleeping face, she decided to indulge her craving just a little longer. Quietly tugging down the sheets, she revealed his half-hard cock, thick and jutting from a thatch of dark hair.

“Beautiful,” she whispered, wrapping one small hand around his shaft. Oh God, but he felt amazing, his skin like velvet, pulsing with life in her grip. Carefully, she began to pump him, drinking in the sight of his manhood lengthening and stiffening before her eyes.

“You have no idea how badly I want this gorgeous cock,” she purred, stroking him slowly, marveling at how he filled her hand. Forcing herself to be quiet, she picked up the pace, gliding her palm over his sensitive tip and down along the rigid veins running the length of his shaft.

Her pussy clenched, aching for his touch, to feel that massive cock probing her folds, stretching her tight channel. She bit her lip, lost in erotic fantasy, jerking him off as quietly as she could manage. Her breath came in short, sharp pants as she worked him, feeling him pulse and twitch against her fingers.

The head of his cock was slick with pre-cum, allowing her hand to glide over him with ease. She could just imagine how his seed would taste, thick and salty on her tongue. Her free hand drifted up to grip his flanks, feeling the power of his sleek muscles. Oh, to feel him on top of her, him driving into her squealing, needy body…

Stephanie bit back a moan, doubling her efforts, one hand cradling his heavy balls while the other squeezed and pumped his throbbing shaft. She wanted him to come undone for her, to feel his cock twitching and pulsing as he spilled himself all over her greedy hands. A few more swift pumps, and suddenly he was there, his back arching as he exploded in her grip.

Volley after volley of hot, sticky seed gushed out of him, coating her with his essence. She worked him through his orgasm, milking every last drop until he softened in her hand. Sighing with deep satisfaction, she swiped a finger through the offering pooling on his abdomen and brought it to her lips, sampling his taste.

“Mmm,” she purred. He really was delicious. Already the wicked idea of giving him a thorough tasting was beginning to germinate…

But that would have to wait for another night. With a sad little sigh, she reluctantly crept out of his bed, a reluctant smile playing about her lush, tasting lips. She’d definitely be back to pay him a visit, and next time, she intended to help herself to much, much more.

He had no idea the treat that awaited him, but Stephanie was quite certain she’d make sure he thoroughly enjoyed every illicit moment of his punishment…