Stepsister Shares Bed, Gets Fucked Hard

So, the whole thing started out innocent enough—you know how these things always do—when my stepsister shares bed with me after a late movie marathon, and I’m trying to play it cool, pretending to be half-asleep while she’s fidgeting next to me, her leg brushing against mine under the blanket. I mean, we’re both adults, and sharing a bed shouldn’t be a big deal, right? But then she shifts closer, and I can feel the warmth radiating off her skin, and that soft gasp she lets out when my arm accidentally wraps around her waist isn’t exactly an accident anymore. She turns to face me, her eyes half-lidded and searching, and before I can even whisper a question, she’s pressing her lips to mine, slow and tentative at first, then with this raw hunger that takes my breath away. My hands find their way under her oversized tee, tracing the curve of her hip, and she lets out this little moan that vibrates right into my mouth, making my cock throb against her thigh. We’re both breathing heavy, tangled in the sheets, and she whispers, Don’t stop, so I don’t—I pull her on top of me, guiding her hips as she grinds down, and the friction is insane, that slick heat soaking through the thin fabric of her panties. She reaches down, strokes me through my boxers, and I’m already leaking, already aching for her. We shed the clothes in a messy heap, and when I slide inside her, it’s this tight, wet, perfect fit that has us both freezing for a second, just savoring the stretch. Then she starts moving, slow and deliberate, and I grab her ass, flipping us over so I can drive deeper. The bed creaks, her nails dig into my back, and she’s chanting my name in this desperate, breathy rhythm that pushes me right to the edge. I fuck her hard, just like we both needed, until we’re collapsing in each other’s arms, sweaty and spent, and I know this will never just be about sharing a bed again.