The bathroom air still hung heavy with the scent of lavender and her. Anna Bali. My step sister. It shouldn't feel this forbidden, but it does. The door creaked open, and she stood there, towel barely clinging to her curves. "I feel so much better," she whispered, a playful glint in her eyes.
"Yeah?" I managed, my voice betraying my sudden nerves. I could see the faint outline of her tattoos through the steam-kissed air. She let the towel drop, revealing her skinny, white body. Her natural tits were small, perfectly shaped, with no piercing. The other hair color she usually hides showed slightly now.
She moved closer, her hand finding mine. "Thank you, for the bath," she murmured, her breath warm against my ear. "But I'm not quite clean yet..."
The role play began then. A game of unspoken desires. The step fantasy that danced in our heads. She pushed me gently towards the bed, her lips brushing against mine. Hardcore yet intimate. Every touch, a forbidden thrill.
What followed was a blur of whispered words, desperate kisses, and the undeniable pull of attraction. Her blowjob was raw, intense, pov. Her nails dug into my back as she rode me, her female orgasm a symphony of moans and gasps. A shaking orgasm that left her breathless and clinging to me.
Later, tangled in the sheets, she confessed her secret desires, the dirty talk fueling our passion. The line between step-siblings and lovers blurred with each touch. It was wrong, maybe. But it felt so, so right. This verified amateurs experience was something we'd both remember. It was the most important act to note of our lives. We knew that much.
Warning: Contains adult content.
