The air in the house hung thick with pre-travel stress. My step-sister, Isabella – a fiery Latina with a body that could launch a thousand ships – was frantically packing for her flight. I was supposed to drive her to the airport, but the tension was palpable. Ever since she and her big ass moved in, I'd been fighting an impossible battle against lust.
"Have you seen my…" she began, rummaging through her suitcase, a frustrated sigh escaping her full, natural tits barely contained by a thin tank top. I tried not to stare, but her black hair cascaded down her back, drawing my gaze to the curve of her spine. That’s when I noticed it. Or rather, the lack of it. No panty line.
"Uh… everything okay?" I stammered, trying to sound casual. She spun around, a look of genuine panic on her face. "Oh shit! I totally forgot to put panties on! I was rushing, and… damn it!" She groaned, running a hand through her hair. "I don't have time to change now. I'm going to be late!". A devilish thought sparked in my mind. ”I can help with that.”
One thing lead to another, and we ended up going in my bedroom. It started with a kiss, then a very passionate and erotic POV Blowjob. Her lips were electric against my skin. God, I could hear her moans. Then, as we were catching our breath, I couldn't help myself. I turned her over, gripping her hips, entering her from behind in a POV doggystyle. She pushed back, grinding on me. I knew this was wrong, so forbidden, but the pleasure was too intense to stop. She was the hottest step sis ever! I couldn't believe I was fucking my familly now!
Later, as I dropped her off at the airport, I could still feel the imprint of her great ass in my hands, the taste of her on my lips. The guilt was there, a dull ache in my conscience, but it was overshadowed by the memory of that best pov, those stolen moments of insane pleasure. This was just the beginning…
