The tension in the cramped hotel room was thick enough to cut with a knife. My stepbrother, Liam, was sprawled on the bed, supposedly watching TV, but his eyes kept darting to my legs. I was painting my nails, clad only in a silk robe that barely covered anything. He shifted uncomfortably. I knew he was hard.
I smirked and slowly slipped off my robe, revealing a lacy black bra and panties. "Having trouble focusing, stepbro?" I purred, wiggling my toes in my black nylons. His eyes widened. This was wrong, I knew, but the forbidden thrill was too enticing. He was so *hot*.
I moved closer, slowly sliding my nylon-clad foot up his leg. He gasped as I reached his crotch, teasing him through his jeans. "Want to play?" I whispered, grinding my heel against his bulge. He groaned, his self-control clearly slipping.
The next thing I knew, he was pulling me onto the bed. We kissed roughly, tongues tangling. He ripped off my bra, his hands cupping my natural tits. I moaned, arching into his touch. He flipped me over, positioning me for doggy style. The intensity was electrifying.
We went at it like animals, fueled by lust and the thrill of the taboo. Every thrust was a violation, a transgression, and it only made it hotter. The sounds of our bodies colliding echoed in the small room. His cum splashed against my back with a satisfying *thud*.
Later, breathless and tangled in the sheets, I straddled him in a slow, sensuous cowgirl. My hair whipped around us as I slowly climbed on top. "More?" I asked, my voice husky. He gripped my hips, his eyes burning with desire. "Always more," he growled.
This was wrong, I knew. But in that moment, under the cheap hotel sheets, nothing else mattered. Only the intense pleasure, the forbidden connection, and the raw, animalistic lust we shared. This was our secret, our taboo, and we were both addicted to it.
Afterwards, we tried the reverse cowgirl position. His hands stroked my big ass.
He finished with a cum on tits shot. He was my step sis fantasy come to life.
