Sister Trap

Paige stands outside the bathroom door in tiny pajamas, towel over her shoulder, pounding on the wood. "Chase, hurry up, I'm late!" The door flies open and her hand lands right on her stepbrother's bare chest. He's soaked, dick barely covered by the towel at his waist. Chase grabs her wrist, holds it there a beat longer than he needs to. She jerks free, cheeks burning. He blocks the doorway on purpose, grinning when she tries to slide past. Paige shoves again, and Chase lets the towel drop like it was her fault. His cock springs up, hard and thick, right in her face. He rocks his hips so it slaps her cheek. She yelps, bolts inside, slams the door, then cracks it again just to whip his towel back at him. Later she's belly-down on her bed doing homework when Chase barges in wearing only a tee and boxers. He tells her he's got a girl coming over and she better stay out. He brags about how loud the fucking will be, grabs his swelling cock through the fabric while Paige pretends not to look. He yanks her notebook away and only gives it back if she admits she wants to see his dick. Then he pulls it out, waves it in her face, drags it across the page, and tosses the book back sticky. Hours later she can't focus. Through the wall she hears moans. She presses her pillow between her legs and starts grinding, whispering his name by accident. The sounds cut off. She creeps down the hall, finds Chase's door open a crack. He's in his chair, jerking off to porn with a petite blonde on screen. Dirty talk spills out—then he says her name. Paige freezes, hand sliding under her skirt. Chase spins the chair, eyes locked on her. "You just gonna watch, pipsqueak?" She steps in, drops to her knees, and takes his cock in her mouth like she's been waiting for permission. Chase keeps the pace steady, teasing her the whole time—pulling out so she has to beg, calling her "li'l stepsis" between insults that make her wetter. After he finishes he pins her clothes under his foot. "Nobody hears about this," he warns. Paige grabs her things, mumbles about a shower. Chase steps in front of her. "Shower's mine. You can smell like my cum a little longer." He ruffles her hair and shuts the door behind him.