Submissive Stepsister Craves Stepbro in Parental Bed | Taboo

I came home an hour early from my shift at the warehouse, expecting the house to be empty. Instead, the muffled sound of soft humming drifted down the hallway—a sound I recognized instantly. My stepsister, the one who's been driving me crazy for months, was in our parents' bedroom. The door was cracked open, and I caught a glimpse of her in the mirror: she was wearing nothing but my old football jersey, her bare ass resting on the edge of the king-size mattress as she folded laundry.

She didn't hear me approach. When I pushed the door open, she jumped, dropping a silk pillowcase. But that look in her eye—that little half-smile—told me she wasn't terrified. She was thrilled. "You're not supposed to be here," she whispered, but her thighs were already parting slightly. I knew the risk: our parents could come home any minute. That's what made it so addicting. I crept toward her, locking the bedroom door behind me, and knelt down between her legs.

She gasped as I lifted the hem of that jersey, revealing she was completely bare underneath. Her fingers knotted in my hair as I tasted her, and I could hear her smothering her moans into the expensive pillows. The smell of my stepdad's cologne on the sheets made the whole thing feel even more forbidden. When I finally positioned myself over her, our bodies sinking into the center of that mattress, she looked up at me with pure desperation in her eyes.

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