In a twist of fate, my step brother and I found ourselves alone, our parents away for the weekend. The tension between us was palpable, a mix of curiosity and desire. As we sat on the couch, the distance between us slowly diminished, until I felt his hand on my thigh, then his tongue tracing my skin. His touch ignited a fire within me, a need for more. I unzipped his pants, revealing his hardened member. I took him in my mouth, savoring the taste of him, before turning around, offering my tight backdoor. He hesitated, then plunged in, our moans echoing through the empty house. The rhythm of our bodies, the raw connection, was intoxicating. He drilled me relentlessly, his hands gripping my hips, until we both reached our climax, his hot release filling my mouth, a testament to our forbidden desire.
