Stepsis Stop Show Off Your Big Boobs – Blonde

The Curious Case of the Stepsis’s Busty Displays

Oh, what a naughty doll this step-sis is! She just can’t seem to stop showing off her ample assets, those bountiful beauties bouncing with every step she takes. It’s enough to drive a poor step-brother mad with lust, his cock throbbing in his pants as he watches her flaunt her figure.

She struts around the house in nothing but a tiny tank top and tiny shorts, her erect nipples poking through the thin fabric for all to see. She knows exactly what she’s doing, the little minx, fluttering those long lashes and biting her plump lips enticingly. She’s just begging for someone to grab those hefty jugs and manhandle them properly.

But this vixen isn’t content to just tease poor suckers like me with her tight tops. Oh no, she wants to show off those hooters in all their glory too. On a lazy Sunday afternoon, she leans over my desk, her breasts spilling out of her skimpy bikini top as she asks to borrow a pen. “I can’t find my favorite anywhere,” she purrs, her tongue darting out to moisten her lips. “Every time I wear it, it just…disappears.”

I know exactly where her precious pen is – wedged between the lipstick pink pillows that are her tits. They’re so gigantic, so ripe and round, just begging to be grabbed, groped, motorboated. I gulp, imagining tweaking her nipples to diamond-hard peaks, then pinning her down and burying my face in her cleavage. God, I bet her tits taste sweeter than any candy!

But alas, I resist the urge. She wants to be teased, to be tempted but never satisfied. Stick an erect cock in her face and watch her squirm with need. Let her imagine how it would feel to have it stroking those luscious lips, to have it sliding down her throat. What she wouldn’t give for a taste!

And oh, does she give her brother a workout, parading around in skimpy bikinis that barely contain her breasts. She stretches and bends, ensuring that I get plenty of peeks at her cooch and her puckered anus. She’s like the naughtiest pin-up girl, only better, because she’s real. And she’s mine.

Well, mine to ogle, at least. Even if she’s parading around in sexy lingerie, grinding her furry booty on my lap, I’m not allowed to touch. “Let this be a lesson to you, grasshopper,” she says, flipping her blonde hair over her shoulder. “You don’t always get what you want.” With that, she sashays out of the room.

Some days, it’s hell being a horny step-brother. Especially when your step-sis is a tantalizing tease, wiggling her ass and bending over at every opportunity. On a hot summer’s day, she sexuality saunters around in the skimpiest cutoffs and a tight tank top, her hard nipples poking through for my viewing pleasure.

“I’m soooo hot,” she sighs, fanning herself. “I can hardly stand it.” She tugs at her tank top, exposing more of her lush, tanned flesh. I swallow hard, my mouth watering to taste her sweet skin. Just one lick, that’s all I ask!

But when I reach for her, she demurely steps back, shaking her head. “A bad girl doesn’t get rewards, remember?” she tsks, wagging a finger at me. “So you just sit there and watch the show. And dream.”

Jesus H. Christ, with legs and an ass like hers, she could quit her waitressing job and start dancing at a strip club, easy. I bet she’d pull in big tips too, what with her cum-guzzling mouth and warm wet cunt.

I imagine her wearing a slinky sequined bikini, blonde hair piled high in a beehive and cherry red lips slicked with gloss. She’d saunter onto the stage, wrapping herself around the pole and gyrating her hips seductively. Before long, she’d have the whole place creaming their jeans in anticipation. And then she’d start her slow, sexy strip, revealing more and more luscious skin.

The men would be enraptured, totally entranced by her plump, juicy ass and perky tits. It was almost like she was a porn star, only in the flesh!

I imagine for one deliciously naughty moment I’m one of the customers, my wallet bulging with ones. I’d come over and stuff them in her sexy thong, the greenbacks peeking out obscenely. Then I’d reach out and grab a handful of her bouncing breasts, tweaking her erect nipples.

She’d turn around and flash me a coy smile, bending over nice and low to present her ass for my enjoyment. I’d rub my hard cock up and down her sexy slit, feeling her wetness through her tiny G-string.

But the big finish would be the blow job, or variations of it for the night, maybe even letting us lick her dripping honeypot. Oh, I can almost taste her now, her head bobbing up and down as she slurped and sucked.

I can see her now, with one of those domino masks hiding her identity, a blonde wig, fishnets, a black leather mini-skirt and matching bustier and her body parts covered in glittery rhinestones, as she does her mesmerizing dance like a dream sequence in a music video – pole dancing, just for me! Acrobatic moves, and bouncing breasts to go with them, before all her hot body is projected on the screen! I’d always have the visual of that, for sure!