**Tied Up and Taught a Lesson**

I never thought things would go this far with my stepsister, but here I was—naked except for the tight pink lingerie she’d forced me into, my wrists tied behind my back with her silk scarves. The humiliation burned through me, but the worst part? My cock was rock-hard, straining against the lace panties she’d laughed while stuffing me into.

“You look so fucking cute like this,” she purred, circling me like a predator. The way her eyes dragged over my body—my smooth legs, the curve of my ass barely hidden by the lace, the way my cock tented the front of the panties—made my breath hitch. “Who knew my big, tough stepbrother would get off on being dressed up like a slut?”

I gritted my teeth. “Fuck you. This isn’t—”

She cut me off by gripping my chin, her thumb pressing against my lips. “Shh. If you keep whining, I’ll gag you with these panties next.” The threat sent an unexpected jolt of heat straight to my dick.

Before I could think, she shoved me onto the bed, my bound arms making me land awkwardly. She straddled my hips, grinding down on my trapped cock, making me groan. The friction was torture—the lace rubbing against my sensitive head, her pussy already wet and warm against my thigh.

“See? You love this,” she whispered, leaning down to lick a stripe up my neck. Her fingers trailed down my chest, pinching my nipples hard enough to make me jerk. “Such a perfect little doll for me to play with.”

Her hand slipped between us, fingers curling into the waistband of the panties. She tugged, the lace biting into my swollen cock before she finally freed me, my dick slapping against my stomach, already leaking.

“Pathetic,” she cooed, wrapping her fingers around my shaft and giving one slow stroke. “You’re so hard just from being tied up and dressed like a girl? What does that say about you?”

I couldn’t answer—couldn’t think—as she tightened her grip, pumping me with agonizing slowness. Every drag of her hand had my hips bucking, my cock twitching.

Then she stopped.

I almost sobbed in frustration, but she just smirked, reaching behind herself to unclasp her bra. Her tits spilled free, perfect and heavy in my face. “Since you’re being so good, you can suck on these while I decide what to do with you.”

I didn’t hesitate. My mouth latched onto one stiff nipple, sucking hard as she moaned, her fingers tangling in my hair. The taste of her skin, the way her hips rocked against mine, the slick sound of her pussy—I was drowning in her, completely at her mercy.

“Such a good boy,” she gasped, grinding down harder. “But I think you’ve earned the real treat.”

In one fluid motion, she lifted herself, lining up the head of my cock with her dripping hole. The first inch was heaven—hot, tight, gripping me like a vise. Then she dropped, taking me all the way in one brutal thrust.

I shouted, arching off the bed as her cunt swallowed me whole. She didn’t give me a second to adjust, just started riding me hard, her nails digging into my chest.

“Fuck, you feel good,” she panted, bouncing on my cock, her walls clenching around me. “Wish you could see yourself—tied up, dressed like my little slut, fucking me like you can’t help it.”

The image sent me spiraling. My balls tightened, my cock pulsing inside her as she fucked herself on me, her pussy drenching my thighs.

“Cum for me,” she demanded, slamming down one last time. “Cum like the desperate little bitch you are.”

I came so hard I saw stars, my cock jerking as I emptied into her, my whole body shaking. She followed right after, her cunt squeezing me like a fist as she moaned my name, collapsing onto my chest.

When I finally caught my breath, still tied up and sticky between us, she just laughed and kissed my cheek.

“Next time,” she whispered, “I’m putting you in a skirt.”