The pastel colors of Easter decorations seemed almost mocking as Kyle tried to concentrate on peeling hard-boiled eggs. His step-sister, Eliza, was radiating an energy that was anything but innocent. She kept brushing past him, her big ass swaying subtly, a silent invitation he was desperately trying to ignore. The tension was thicker than the chocolate frosting on the bunny cake.
“Need some help, bro?” Eliza purred, her voice laced with a playful malice. He looked up to see her leaning against the counter, the sunlight catching the highlights in her dark brunette hair. Her eyes held a challenge, a dare to acknowledge the simmering attraction that had been building between them for months.
He muttered a weak “I’m good,” but she wasn't buying it. She moved closer, her hand finding his on the countertop. “Easter can be so…boring,” she whispered, her breath ghosting across his ear. “Don’t you think it needs a little… excitement?”
Before he could answer, she was kneeling, her lips finding his cock through his jeans. The shock sent a jolt through him, and any pretense of resistance evaporated. This wasn't the sweet, innocent Easter he'd imagined. This was something far more dangerous, far more tempting.
The next few minutes were a blur of sensation. He pulled her into the laundry room, slamming the door shut. Her mouth was a furnace, her deepthroating skills unmatched. “Fuck, Eliza…” he groaned, his hands tangling in her hair. He wanted to bury himself inside her.
He flipped her over, pushing her against the washing machine. Her skirt hiked up, revealing a tantalizing glimpse of her lace panties. He spread her cheeks and slid inside, his cock hitting her cervix in one powerful thrust. Doggystyle felt incredible. He drove into her hard, his orgasm building with each stroke.
He pulled out and, after one last kiss, splooged all over her face. She pulled him close and kissed him, tasting his cum. "Happy Easter" she whispered with a grin.