The front door clicked shut behind me as I stepped into the silent house, backpack slung over one shoulder after a long day at school. The air felt thick with quiet, no TV blaring or footsteps echoing. I trudged upstairs, expecting nothing more than a quick shower and homework. As I reached the landing, movement flashed from Jessica's doorway. My eighteen-year-old sister leaped out, arms wide, shouting, "Surprise!"
She stood there in a tight white crop top that hugged her curves and those blue-white striped panties that left little to the imagination. Her dark hair tumbled messily, and a playful smirk curved her lips. "For fuck's sake, Jessica," I said, smiling slightly despite myself, heart pounding from the jolt.
"What? Can't a girl greet her favorite brother properly?" she teased, leaning against the doorframe, one hand on her hip. Her eyes sparkled with that sharp wit I knew too well. "You look tense. Rough day? Or just surprised I know how to have fun?"
I laughed, setting my bag down. "Fun? You nearly gave me a heart attack. And dressed like that? Mom would flip." Jessica stepped closer, her bare feet padding on the carpet. "Mom's not here. It's just us. Besides, these panties are comfy. You staring or complimenting?"
"Complimenting the surprise, maybe," I replied, matching her banter. The tension built as she tilted her head, voice dropping. "Admit it, you're a little horny from the view." Her words hung sharp and inviting. I felt the heat rise, replying, "You're impossible. Always pushing boundaries."
She grinned, closing the gap. "Boundaries are boring. Want to see how wet I am already?" The dialogue sparked as we bantered, her strong presence pulling me in. Hands explored, clothes shed amid witty exchanges about who started this game. Her crop top lifted, revealing smooth skin; my shirt followed. Panting grew as she pressed against me, her ass firm under my touch.
We tumbled to her bed, her pussy slick and dripping as fingers teased. "Your cock's so hard already," she said with a laugh, gripping it firmly. "Not submissive, remember? I set the pace." She took control, straddling, guiding me inside with a moan. The sex built explicit and mutual—her riding with witty taunts like "Bet you didn't expect this blowjob after school," lips wrapping around me, tongue swirling until I groaned. Switching, I thrust into her wet heat, sweating bodies slapping, her ass bouncing as she demanded more.
"Harder," she panted, strong thighs clamping. We came together in waves, cum spilling as she clenched, both of us gasping in climax. She collapsed beside me, smirking. "Round one down. Think you can keep up for the rest?"
The room smelled of sweat and satisfaction, but her eyes promised more twists ahead.
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