**Detention Temptation**

I never thought I’d be this turned on sitting in an empty classroom after school, but there she was—Emily, my older stepsister, leaning against the teacher’s desk like she owned the place. She was 21, home from college for the weekend, and somehow roped into picking me up after detention.

“So, what’d you do this time?” she smirked, crossing her legs. The skirt of her sundress rode up just enough to show a flash of creamy thigh.

“Just being me,” I shrugged, my eyes locked on her legs.

She caught me staring and deliberately uncrossed her legs, letting the fabric slide higher. “You like what you see, little bro?”

Fuck. She knew exactly what she was doing. My dick was already hard as fuck in my jeans, and I couldn’t stop myself from reaching down to adjust it.

Emily bit her lip, watching me. “You’ve got detention, but maybe I should punish you too.”

Before I could respond, she stepped over and straddled me right there in the chair, her skirt hiking up around her waist. No panties. My breath caught as I saw her bare pussy right in front of me, already glistening.

“You’ve been checking me out all week,” she murmured, pressing her hips down against my lap. I could feel her wetness through my jeans, hot and slick. “Bet you wanna touch, don’t you?”

I didn’t wait. I slid my hand between us, my fingers finding her clit immediately. She gasped, grinding against my palm as I rubbed her in slow circles.

“Fuck, John,” she moaned, her nails digging into my shoulders. “You’re better at this than my boyfriend.”

That made my cock throb. I pushed two fingers inside her, feeling her tight cunt clench around me. She was so fucking wet, her hips rocking as she fucked herself on my hand.

“Wanna taste you,” I growled, shoving the desk aside and dropping to my knees. I yanked her to the edge of the teacher’s desk and spread her legs, licking her pussy in one long, greedy stroke.

Emily cried out, her fingers tangling in my hair as I sucked her clit, flicking my tongue fast and hard. She tasted sweet, like salt and fucking sin, and I couldn’t get enough.

“Oh god, yes!” she whimpered, her thighs shaking as I fucked her with my tongue. “Don’t stop—I’m gonna come!”

I didn’t. I kept eating her out until she was trembling, her pussy pulsing as she came hard against my mouth.

But she wasn’t done. She pulled me up by my collar, her lips crashing into mine, kissing me deep as she undid my jeans. My dick sprang free, thick and aching.

“I want you to fuck me,” she breathed, guiding my cock between her slick folds. “But not here—I want your cock in my ass.”

Fuck. My brain short-circuited at the thought. She turned around, bending over the desk, her skirt still hiked up, ass on full display. She reached back, spreading her cheeks, showing me her tight little hole.

“Spit on it,” she ordered.

I did, coating my dick with her wetness before pressing against her ass. She gasped as I pushed in, her muscles clenching around me, so fucking tight it almost hurt.

“Oh fuck, yes,” she moaned, pushing back against me. “Give it to me, John.”

I grabbed her hips and thrust deep, burying my cock in her ass in one rough stroke. She whimpered, but the way her body squeezed me told me she loved it. I fucked her hard, the desk creaking beneath us, her ass slapping against my hips.

“You feel so fucking good,” I groaned, gripping her hair and pulling her back against me.

Emily was panting, her pussy dripping down her thighs as I pounded her ass. “Harder,” she begged. “Make me scream.”

I did. I fucked her like I owned her, my balls slapping against her clit with every thrust. She came again, her whole body shaking, her ass clamping down on my cock so tight I couldn’t hold back.

“Gonna cum,” I warned, slamming into her one last time before exploding inside her, filling her up as she moaned my name.

We collapsed onto the desk, breathless and sticky. Emily turned her head, smirking at me. “Detention never felt so good.”

I grinned. “We should do this again.”

She laughed, pulling her skirt down. “Who says we’re done?”