What can I do to get you to let me play? Stepsister is ready for anything!
The tentacles of desire crept through the room, wrapping around the unsuspecting bodies of the brother and sister. Their skimpy outfits left little to the imagination, their flushed skin a beacon of the lust that consumed them. “What can I do to get you to let me play?” The brother’s words hung heavy in the air, a promise of debauchery and forbidden fruit.
The sister, eyes lidded with want, sauntered closer, her hips swaying hypnotically. She traced a finger down his chest, her touch electric. “Well, baby bro, it seems like you’re already halfway there.” Her hand dipped lower, teasing at his bulge.
He let out a ragged breath, his resolve crumbling. “I’ll do anything. Anything to play with you.” His voice was a mixtures of desperation and desire, his eyes locked onto her pert breasts straining against her flimsy top.
She smirked, reveling in the control she held over him. “Anything, huh? Well, then…” She stepped away and gave her sexy shorts a teasing tug. “Why don’t you show me how much you want to play.”
He didn’t need further encouragement. In a flash, he was on his knees, his face buried between her thighs. “Fuck, you taste so good,” he groaned against her, his tongue delving deep into her folds.
She gasped, tangling her fingers in his hair. “Oh god, yes. Such a good boy.” Her hips rocked against his face, grinding her pussy against his eager mouth. “Get me nice and wet. Get me ready for that big cock of yours.”
He obliged, his tongue flicking across her clit, lapping at her flowing juices. The sound of her enjoyment spurred him on, his own tentative desires vanishing in a haze of lust and pleasure.
Soon, she was pulling him up, kissing him deeply, tasting herself on his lips. “Bedroom. Now,” she ordered, her eyes ablaze with want.
He didn’t hesitate, scooping her up and carrying her off with unrestrained enthusiasm. They tumbled onto the bed, a tangle of limbs and groping hands. Clothes were shed hastily, their naked bodies pressing together, skin fevered and slick.
“Fuck me,” she pleaded, wrapping her legs around his waist. “Fuck me like you mean it.”
He needed no further invitation. With a swift thrust, he buried himself deep inside her, groaning at the tight, wet heat enveloping him. She cried out in pleasure, her nails raking down his back. He set a relentless pace, pumping into her with wild abandon, chasing the pleasure that built with each stroke.
Their bodies moved in a primal dance, sweat-slicked and straining. The slap of flesh on flesh echoed through the room, punctuated by their ragged breathing and wanton moans. He could feel his climax approaching, the pressure building in his core, urgent and undeniable.
“Cum for me,” she urged, her velvety walls clenching around him. “Cum inside your big sister.”
That was all he needed. With a final, hard thrust, he spilled into her, his shaft pulsing as he filled her with his seed. A scream of ecstasy tore from her throat, her body shuddering under his as she reached her own peak.
They collapsed together, spent and satisfied, their breath slowly returning to normal. But the game was far from over. This was just the beginning of their twisted, taboo world of desire.
