I bolted upright in bed, choking on the sour reek soaking my pillow—another of my futa step-sister’s filthy gifts after days of torment. Storming downstairs, I cornered her in the kitchen, fists clenched. “Your cum is revolting, like spoiled milk left in the sun. Everyone else’s is addictive and intoxicating, but yours? It’s just gross. And stop ruining my stuff!”
She leaned against the counter, arms crossed, a wicked grin spreading. “Oh, poor baby, can’t handle a little scent on your pillow or in your drinks? Maybe if you weren’t so busy trying to jack off in secret, you’d appreciate the attention. My cock’s the best thing that’s happened to you.”
“Appreciate? You broke my fleshlights and interrupt every time I get horny. Your mom just beams like we’re bonding—doesn’t she see how messed up this is?” I shot back, but her proximity had me sweating already, tension crackling.
Her laugh was sharp and witty. “Step-mom thinks we’re getting along famously. And you’re lying if you say you’re not curious. Look at you—hard already.” Before I could retort, she pulled me close, her strong hands guiding me down. “On your knees. Time for that blowjob you’ve been dodging.”
I was panting and horny despite the smell, taking her thick cock into my mouth while she fingered her own wet pussy, ass rocking forward. She tasted rank but the heat built fast; she moaned wittily, “Not so gross now, is it?”
We tumbled to the floor, sweating and desperate. She flipped me, sliding her hard cock into my ass as I dripped with need, her fingers working her pussy until we both came in a shuddering rush—her cum flooding hot and dripping down my thighs.
She stood over me afterward, still smirking. “That’s just the warm-up, little brother. Mom’s going to love hearing how well we’re bonding now.”
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