The sun beat down on the trampoline, turning the black mat scorching hot. I bounced lightly, feeling the familiar give beneath my bare feet. My tattoos on my lower back peeked out from under my bikini top as I stretched, enjoying the warmth. It was supposed to be a relaxing afternoon, but the air crackled with a different kind of heat.
My stepbrother, Marco, emerged from the back door. He was wearing just swim trunks, his tattoos glistening in the sun. He's Latino, like me, with dark Black Hair and eyes that always seemed to hold a secret. He was always so confident, but I'd been catching him looking at me differently lately.
"Hey," he said, his voice a little rough. "Mind if I join you?"
My heart skipped a beat. "Sure," I managed, trying to sound casual. I could feel my nipples hardening beneath my bikini. He climbed onto the trampoline, his movements fluid and powerful. As he bounced, the whole structure vibrated, sending a shiver through me. I couldn’t help but notice how big his Big Dick looked even through the fabric of the swim trunks.
We bounced in silence for a few minutes, the tension building with each jump. I felt a wicked urge to push him, to see if he'd grab me to steady himself. I glanced at the houses across the street, knowing we were in a public view, and the risk made it even hotter.
He suddenly stopped bouncing and turned to face me. "You look... really good," he murmured, his eyes raking over my body. My breath caught in my throat. "So do you," I whispered back. The air between us felt thick and heavy. We were close now, so close I could smell the coconut scent of his sunscreen.
He reached out and gently touched my cheek. His skin was warm and slightly rough. I leaned into his touch, closing my eyes. "I've been wanting to do this for so long," he confessed, his voice husky. Then he lowered his head and kissed me.
It was a slow, tentative kiss at first, but it quickly deepened. His tongue traced my lips, then slipped inside, tasting of salt and desire. I moaned softly, my hands reaching up to tangle in his hair. The trampling was forgotten. This was raw, forbidden, and unbelievably exciting. I wanted to masturbation but not alone. I wanted HIM.
We continued to kiss, our bodies pressed together. My bikini top felt constricting, like a cage holding back my desire. He seemed to sense my discomfort and his hands went to the clasp, freeing my breasts. He groaned and started to suck on my nipples, and I felt an intense rush of pleasure. He wanted more, and so did I...
