Step sister porn can be the best sex ever.
I’ve written about sibling sex stories, but not about being the step sister in my step sister porn. But I’ve not written about my step-brother, Charlie, who was about two years younger than me. I first noticed his attention when I was 17. He’d often hang around the bathroom when I went in to shower, and occasionally I’d see a camera in there that would disappear by teeth-brushing time. Occasionally, my panties would go missing, and my older brother wasn’t even home to steal them.
I paid a pretty price for those panties, but I had another idea up my sleeve. So I waited until my brother had stolen all of my panties, and wore a tiny short skirt down to breakfast one day. I hiked my skirt up to sit on the breakfast bar stool and heard my mom sigh.
“Where are your panties, young lady?” she asked, her eyes narrowed. “You’ll get that stool dirty.”
My step-brother continued munching on his cereal, but I could see his cheeks were red.
He refused to look at either of us.
“They’ve all disappeared,” I told her, shrugging. “I put them in the laundry. They aren’t in my laundry when I get them.”
“Well, where would they go?” my mother asked, and I shrugged, pouring cereal into an open bowl. She grabbed my wrist, leading me to my room. When her military-inspired search yielded nothing, she hummed to herself. “Go eat breakfast. I’m going to look someplace.” I pretended to walk down the stairs to the kitchen but noticed her entering Charlie’s room.
Catching Charlie On the Breakfast Bar Stool Without Mom Present
I sauntered down the staircase and into the kitchen, softly. Charlie had moved to the stool I had touched, and was moving his hips up and down, up and down.
“You’re in trouble.” He startled so badly he fell backward onto the floor, the stool hitting him right in the gut. I smirked and stepped over him, giving him a good look at my pussy. “Mom knows exactly where my panties have gone.”
Charlie didn’t answer. Instead, he lay trembling on the floor. “Now, while Mom searches for those panties of mine, why don’t you and I have some fun?” I asked him and squatted down on his face. “How about this for step sister porn, Charlie? Isn’t this like those videos you leave on the computer for me to find?”
He gasped and cried out, but my pussy muffled him as I ground myself down over his mouth. “Come on, Charlie,” I teased, and shoved the breakfast barstool to the side. He gasped, his hands coming to the edges of my thighs, but I didn’t let him up. I kept him pinned there, underneath my unshaved, unthick pussy, and let him get a deep scent of what I smelt like.
Soon, warm little kitten licks made their way to my clit.
“That’s the spirit.” He moved on with that, licking and moving his mouth around my pussy, from my whole back up to my clit. “Oh, fuck, Charlie,” I gasped, and he started moving more eagerly, aware I was turned on by all of this.
Suddenly, underneath me, he trembled, and I looked back to see a wet spot in his pants. He’d come untouched, and I sighed, stepping off of him. “Rude.”
He opened his mouth in protest, face flushed and hair covered in sweat, but our mom’s voice rang out through the house, summoning him to his doom.
“CHARLIE!!!”
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