My step-sister turned into a fox while I was gone

“Fuck, Michael,” she crooned. “Damn, bro. That was amazing.”

“Just repaying you for your lovely presents,” I replied. “There’s more where that came from. That was just a stocking stuffer.”


“Mmm, speaking of being stuffed,” she said. Lanie pushed off the sofa and pulled me to the place where she’d been sitting. My cock was hanging heavy, but was primed for another round and she knew it. I layed back and my dick hung thick and ready as she lifted it and wrapped her slender fingers around the girth of my shaft. With lazy strokes, seductive eye contact and a swirling tongue, she slowly brought me back to full erection.

“Damn, Michael. This cock is so fine, baby. Your baby step-sister needs a ride.”

“I was going to put a bow on it for you, but since you already know what it is, I guess…”

“Yeah, let’s skip the formalities,” she stated as she stroked me with an expert touch – not too soft and slow, not too hard and fast. She used a languid hand motion that soon had me hard as a rock again. She leaned over and took control. As her gorgeous full tits dangled below her torso, she looked me in the eyes and jerked my cock up and down. With each up stroke her hand hit her hanging left breast and it bounced and jiggled. This was pure visual seduction and it was working. I couldn’t take my eyes off of what she was doing.

With little fanfare she stood, crawled up on the couch and straddled me. She reached down between her legs with a determined look and guided the head of my erection to her steamy hole. Her gorgeous tits were right in my face as I felt her let go and sink down just an inch.

“Mmm. I need my older step-bro’s cock…inside me,” she whispered.

“It’s all yours, baby,” I answered. “Merry Christmas!”

With that she let go, placed her hands on the back of the sofa and sank down on me. We both gasped together. It took her a few goes, but before long she was completely impaled on my throbbing erection and she began to bounce up and down with a desperate need. There was something so wrong about what we were doing. But, it felt so fucking right.

“Fuck, you’re so big bro. It feels so good!” she seethed as she began to ride and fuck me with fervor. She wasn’t kidding around. She was rising up until just the tip was grabbed by her slippery lips before slamming down hard and bottoming out. That lovely sound of wet flesh slapping against another began to permeate the room as she rode me like she’d never have cock again. She began to moan and each downward stroke elicited a deep grunt as the air was forced out of her body.

She grabbed my head with both hands and began to kiss me deeply as she switched to a back and forth grinding motion. Damn, what were they teaching the girls at college these days? She was fucking me with an abandon that I hadn’t experienced all that many times. She was a natural. I alternated between playing with her heaving tits and grabbing her bottom to guide her up and down the pole she was riding. What a sight we must have made right at that moment. Wasn’t it good that Frank and Marilyn were miles away right now and not a threat to walk in on their progeny fucking up a storm?

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