Peter Green was a man scorned. His stepsister, Michele James, had betrayed him by revealing his indiscretions to his ex-girlfriend, causing their relationship to crumble. But Peter was not one to be outdone. When he saw Michele at the gym, flirting shamelessly with a stranger, he knew he had found his opportunity for fantasy family porn revenge. He watched as she slipped the stranger her number, her big natural tits heaving under her tight workout top.
Peter followed her into the changing room, his heart pounding with anticipation. He watched as she stripped down, revealing her curvaceous body, her hairy pussy glistening with sweat. He could see the desperation in her eyes as she caught him watching her. He smirked, knowing he had her right where he wanted her.
“Peter,” she stammered, her voice shaking. “What are you doing here?”
“Just admiring the view, stepsis,” he replied, his voice laced with lust. “You look incredible.”
Michele blushed, trying to cover herself with a towel. “You shouldn’t be here,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.
Peter stepped closer, his eyes locked onto hers. “But I am,” he said, his voice low. “And I think you know what I want.”
Michele’s breath hitched, her eyes darting around the room. “We can’t,” she said, her voice barely audible.
Peter chuckled, running his hand through his dark hair. “Why not?” he asked, his voice teasing. “You seemed eager enough with that guy out there.”
Michele’s cheeks flushed red, her eyes narrowing. “You shouldn’t have been watching me,” she snapped.
Peter shrugged, a smirk playing on his lips. “I couldn’t help it,” he said. “You were just so… tempting.”
Michele’s eyes flicked to his crotch, where his big cock was already hardening. She bit her lip, her breath coming in short gasps. Peter could see the desire in her eyes, even as she tried to resist.
He took another step closer, his hand reaching out to touch her cheek. “Let me make you feel good, Michele,” he whispered. “Let me show you what you’ve been missing.”
Michele’s eyes fluttered closed as Peter’s thumb brushed her lips. She opened her mouth slightly, her tongue darting out to touch his thumb. Peter groaned, his cock throbbing at the sensation.
He leaned in, capturing her mouth in a fierce kissing. Michele moaned into his mouth, her hands reaching up to tangle in his hair. Peter’s hand trailed down her body, cupping her breast, squeezing it gently. Michele arched into his touch, her nipple hardening under his palm.
Peter broke the kiss, trailing his mouth down her neck, nipping at her collarbone. Michele’s head fell back, her eyes closed in ecstasy. Peter’s hand moved lower, sliding between her legs, finding her wet pussy. He groaned, his fingers sliding through her folds, rubbing her clit.
“Oh, God,” Michele moaned, her hips bucking against his hand. “Peter, please…”
Peter chuckled, his fingers continuing teasing her. “Please what, stepsis?” he asked, his voice low. “Please fuck you?”
Michele’s eyes flew open, her breath coming in short gasps. “Yes,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. “Please.”
Peter grinned, his fingers slipping inside her, curling up to hit her G-spot. Michele moaned, her hips moving in time with his fingers. Peter could feel her pussy clenching around him, her orgasm already building.
He added another finger, stretching her, preparing her for his cock. Michele moaned, her eyes rolling back in her head. Peter’s cock was throbbing, aching to be inside her.
“You want my cock, don’t you, stepsis?” he asked, his voice low. “You want me to fuck you hard and fast and make you scream my name?”
Michele nodded, her eyes locked onto his. “Yes,” she whispered. “Yes, please.”
Peter grinned, withdrawing his fingers from her pussy. He unzipped his pants, his cock springing free, already hard and ready. Michele’s eyes widened as she took in his size, her breath coming in short gasps.
Peter grabbed her hips, lifting her up and turning her around. He bent her over the bench, her ass high in the air. He could see her hairy pussy, wet and glistening, her clit already swollen and ready.
He rubbed the head of his cock against her pussy, coating it in her juices. Michele moaned, her hips bucking against him. Peter grinned, lining up his cock with her entrance and slamming inside her.
“Oh, God,” Michele screamed, her hands gripping the bench tightly. “Peter, you’re so big.”
Peter chuckled, pulling out slightly before slamming back inside her. “You like that, stepsis?” he asked, his voice low. “You like my big cock inside you?”
Michele moaned, her hips moving in time with his thrusts. “Yes,” she whispered. “Yes, I love it.”
Peter groaned, his cock throbbing inside her. He could feel her pussy clenching around him, her orgasm building. He leaned over her, his hand wrapping around her throat, holding her in place.
“You’re mine now, stepsis,” he growled, his voice low. “You belong to me.”
Michele moaned, her eyes rolling back in her head. “Yes,” she whispered. “Yes, I’m yours.”
Peter’s thrusts became more urgent, his cock slamming in and out of her. He could feel her pussy tightening around him, her orgasm close. He reached around, his fingers finding her clit, rubbing it in time with his thrusts.
“Come for me, stepsis,” he ordered, his voice low. “Come all over my cock.”
Michele screamed, her body convulsing as her orgasm hit her. Peter groaned, his cock throbbing as he came inside her, filling her with his cum.
Stepsister and stepbrother collapsed onto the bench, their bodies slick with sweat, their breaths coming in short gasps. Peter pulled out of her, his cock softening. He looked down at Michele, a smirk playing on his lips.
“You were right, stepsis,” he said, his voice low. “That was incredible.”
Michele looked up at him, her eyes filled with desire. “We should do it again,” she said, her voice breathless.
Peter chuckled, helping her up from the bench. “Oh, we will,” he said, his voice confident. “We definitely will.”
