The air crackled with unspoken tension. My stepsister, with her black hair cascading down her back, stood before the big mirror, applying her makeup. Her natural tits strained against her thin top, a silent invitation I couldn't ignore. She knew I was watching.
"Need some help?" I asked, my voice husky. She turned, a playful glint in her eyes, those Latin features captivating me. "Maybe... with this lipstick?" she purred, handing it over. I traced the red across her lips, slowly, deliberately. The anticipation was a tangible thing.
One touch turned to another. A hand on her waist, a soft kiss on her neck. I could feel her shiver. "You know this is wrong," she whispered, but her body leaned closer, betraying her words. Her piercings glinted in the light as she moaned softly into my neck.
We moved, as if pulled by an invisible force, closer to the mirror. Our reflections intertwined, a distorted image of our forbidden desire. I unbuttoned her top, revealing her perfect breasts, eager for my touch. She gasped as my lips closed around a nipple, sucking gently. Her hands tangled in my hair, pulling me closer, deeper.
The mirror fogged with our breath as our clothes fell to the floor. I flipped her around, my hands gripping her big ass as I entered her from behind in a wild reverse cowgirl position. The primal sounds of our pleasure filled the room. "Oh God," she moaned, her voice thick with lust. We couldn't stop, wouldn't stop.
Later, breathless and flushed, we stumbled into my hot bed. The sheets tangled around us as we continued our frenzy, the urgency of our desire reaching a fever pitch. I flipped her onto her stomach, going at her doggystyle, my hands grabbing her hips. As I felt myself about to explode, I asked: "Is it okay if I cum inside?" Her voice broke: "Yes. Yes!" I didn't hold back. I filled her with every last drop.
We lay there, entwined, the aftermath of our transgression heavy in the air. The couple we were never supposed to be, bound by a secret, a shared sin. But in that moment, as I looked into her eyes, I knew it was worth it. She ran her hands across my tattoos and whispered: "Again?"
