**Title: “Too Close for Comfort”**

It was just me and my stepsister, Emily, alone in the house for the weekend while our parents were away. She’d always been teasingly flirty, but tonight, things felt different. The way she stretched out on the couch in those tiny shorts, her bare feet propped up on the coffee table—I couldn’t stop staring. Her toenails were painted this soft pink, and the way she lazily flexed her toes made my dick twitch.

“See something you like?” she asked, catching me staring.

Fuck. Busted.

I swallowed hard. “Just… wondering if you were gonna help me clean up,” I lied, nodding toward the kitchen.

She smirked, arching one foot. “Mmm, maybe if you ask nicely.”

I should’ve walked away. But I didn’t. Instead, I moved closer, sitting at the other end of the couch. My hand hovered near her ankle, and when she didn’t pull away, I let my fingers brush her skin.

“Oh?” she teased, stretching her leg out further, her toes grazing my thigh.

I curled my fingers around her foot, squeezing gently. Her skin was warm, soft. “You’re playing with fire,” I muttered.

She wiggled her toes against my leg, pressing just enough that I could feel it through my jeans. “Maybe I like fire.”

That was it. I slid my hand up her calf, my thumb tracing circles on the back of her knee. She gasped, her breath hitching as I leaned in. “You sure about this?” I asked, my voice rough.

Instead of answering, she shifted, turning onto her stomach, her ass pushing up against the thin fabric of her shorts. Fuck, the curve of her was unreal. My hand slid higher, squeezing her thigh before trailing up to the hem of her shorts.

“Slow,” she whispered, arching into my touch.

I groaned, pushing the fabric aside just enough to see the swell of her ass. My fingers traced the curve of her cheek before slipping lower, brushing against her pussy through her panties. She was already wet—I could feel the heat, the slickness soaking through the thin fabric.

“Fuck, Em…” I rubbed my palm over her, pressing firmly.

She moaned, pushing back against my hand. “More.”

I hooked my fingers into her panties, dragging them down just enough to expose her ass. My dick was rock-hard now, straining against my zipper. Leaning down, I pressed my lips to the small of her back, kissing my way lower until my mouth was right at the crease of her ass.

She shuddered. “Jesus—”

I spread her cheeks, licking a slow stripe down to her pussy. The taste of her hit me instantly—sweet, musky, fucking perfect. I circled her clit with my tongue, teasing before dipping lower, pressing inside her with short, firm strokes.

Her hips jerked. “Oh fuck, oh fuck—”

I fucked her with my tongue, my fingers digging into her ass as she rocked against my mouth. She was dripping now, her thighs trembling as she got closer. But I wasn’t done teasing her yet.

Pulling back, I flipped her onto her back, her legs falling open. Her pussy glistened, swollen and pink, begging for attention. I grabbed her ankle, bringing her foot to my mouth, sucking on her toes one by one.

She whimpered, watching me with heavy-lidded eyes. “You’re such a fucking tease.”

I smirked, trailing kisses up her calf, her thigh, before finally settling between her legs. My tongue flicked over her clit, slow at first, then harder as she arched off the couch.

“Please,” she gasped, her fingers tangling in my hair.

I slid two fingers inside her, curling them just right, and she came with a cry, her pussy clenching around me.

But I wasn’t finished.

Standing, I unbuckled my pants, my cock springing free. Her eyes locked onto it, licking her lips.

“Your turn,” she breathed, reaching for me.

I shook my head, pressing her back down. “Not yet.”

I knelt between her legs, guiding my cock along her slit, teasing her with the tip before finally pushing inside. She was so tight, so fucking wet, her walls clamping down around me as I bottomed out.

“Fuck, yes,” she moaned, her feet pressing into my chest as I started to move.

I took my time, fucking her slow and deep, her ankles resting on my shoulders. Every thrust dragged a gasp from her lips, her pussy pulsing around me.

“You feel so good,” I growled, gripping her hips.

She reached up, dragging her nails down my chest. “Harder.”

I obliged, slamming into her, the sound of skin on skin filling the room. Her moans turned ragged, her legs shaking as I pounded her toward another orgasm.

“I’m close,” she whimpered.

“Me too.”

With a final thrust, I came hard, burying myself inside her as she clenched around me, crying out as she came again.

Collapsing beside her, I pulled her against me, both of us breathless, sweaty, and completely fucked out.

She grinned, tracing lazy circles on my chest. “So… about that cleaning?”

I laughed, kissing her deeply. “Later.”