Goth Stepsister's Forbidden Goon Session: Family Therapy Turns Filthy!

The air in the "family therapy" room hung thick with unspoken tension. Alex shifted uncomfortably on the faux-leather couch, trying to avoid eye contact with his stepsister, Raven. She sat across from him, a vision in black. Her goth attire, from the studded choker to the ripped fishnets, was a stark contrast to the sterile environment. He could practically feel the heat radiating from her – a mix of anger, frustration, and something else he couldn't quite place.

"So," the therapist, Dr. Emily Carter, began, adjusting her glasses, "Raven, you mentioned feeling… ignored?"

Raven's lip curled. "Ignored is an understatement. He barely acknowledges I exist unless he needs something. And lately…" She trailed off, her dark eyes flashing. "It's been all he does."

Alex knew what she meant. His needs. His… urges. They had been overwhelming lately, especially with Raven around. Her mere presence ignited a fire within him, a craving he struggled to control. He’d caught her changing more than once. He’d been gooning to her pictures at night. He knew he was on thin ice.

Underneath her skirt, her hand began to move. Faster. Alex could feel the heat intensifying. The therapist droned on about communication strategies, completely oblivious to the volcanic eruption brewing beneath Raven's black dress. The pressure was building. He watched, mesmerized, as a single bead of sweat trickled down Raven's temple, reflecting the harsh fluorescent light.

The room seemed to shrink, the therapist's voice fading into a distant hum. All that mattered was Raven, the forbidden desire, the raw, alt girl power that emanated from her. Her movements grew more frantic, a silent scream building within her. He could feel the urge building in himself too. He had to have her. He wanted to feel that perfect body under him, see that hot tattoo girl writhing in pleasure.

Suddenly, with a sharp intake of breath, Raven stiffened. A soft moan escaped her lips, quickly stifled, but not before it registered on Alex’s flushed face. Dr. Carter continued, unaware of the illicit act playing out before her eyes. Raven looked up, her eyes wild, and slowly brought her fingers to her lips, inviting him to lick.

Suddenly, she pulled him to her and whispered, "I need you... Now!" The taste of her was sweet, a mix of anticipation and forbidden pleasure, promising an ecstasy Alex could barely comprehend.

Alex, completely consumed, could only nod. This was no longer therapy. This was a family therapy session about to be utterly destroyed by pure, unadulterated lust.