The air in the house was thick with unspoken tension. My stepsister, with her brunette hair cascading down her shoulders and her DD cups straining against her top, pretended to ignore me. She was doing that whole 'playing hard to get' thing, but I knew better. I could see the hunger in her eyes, the way she kept glancing at me when she thought I wasn't looking.
We were alone, the rest of the family out for the day. It was the perfect storm of opportunity and temptation. I started subtly, 'accidentally' brushing against her as I reached for a drink in the fridge. A slight shiver ran through her; I felt it.
"Stop it," she whispered, her voice breathy. But there was no real heat behind the words. I moved closer, tracing the tattoos peeking out from under her sleeve. Her skin was soft, almost velvety.
I could smell her perfume, a heady mix of vanilla and something else, something almost primal. I leaned in, my lips hovering near her ear. "Stop what?" I murmured, my breath warm against her skin. She trembled.
That was all the invitation I needed. I turned her towards me, my hands finding her waist. Her eyes widened, a mixture of fear and excitement flickering within them. I kissed her, softly at first, then with increasing passion. Her lips parted, and she moaned softly. I ran my hand down her body, feeling the curve of her hips, the swell of her breasts.
The kiss deepened, tongues dancing, hands exploring. We stumbled backwards, ending up on the couch. Clothes were discarded in a frenzy, desire consuming us both. I ran my fingers through her hairy mound, feeling her tighten beneath my touch. She was so wet, so ready. Her natural tits bounced as she squirmed in anticipation.
She whispered my name, a plea and a command all in one. I obliged, burying myself deep inside her. She cried out, her body arching against mine. We moved together, a rhythm of pure, raw lust. The forbidden nature of it all only fueled the fire.
As I felt myself reaching the edge, I knew I wouldn't be able to hold back. I creampied her, filling her with my seed. She squeezed me tight, her body shaking with pleasure. We lay there, breathless, tangled together in the aftermath of our taboo encounter. The house was quiet, except for our ragged breathing. The secret was ours now, a bond forged in the heat of the moment.
Later, she even let me watch as she pissed herself. She's such a wild milf!
