Brotherly Love

Camera trails a guy down the stairs. He's yelling for his daughter Christy to say goodbye before he heads out. He swings into the kitchen and finds his 21-year-old stepson Daniel behind the island, spooning cereal. “Seen Christy?” he asks. Daniel shrugs. “You mean my beautiful, perfect, innocent, sweet stepsister? Haven’t laid eyes on her this morning.” Dad gives him a look, tells him to make sure she’s home for dinner, then grabs his briefcase. “Sure, George,” Daniel answers, “but remember—she’s eighteen, so she’ll do what she wants.” While he says it the camera slides around the island and there’s Christy on her knees, blonde hair swinging, natural little tits out, blowing her stepbrother. Daniel grabs her head, shoves his cock straight down her throat. CUT TO TITLE. An hour later she’s in the shower, rinsing her petite, tattooed body. When she steps out, Daniel’s waiting with a towel. He dries her off, then leads her to his bedroom. “Dad almost caught us,” she whispers. He smirks. “Almost.” He locks every door in the house, checks that mom’s car is gone, checks his watch—they’ve got an hour. Quick flashes hit his head: his dick buried in her, her mouth around him, the thrill of not getting caught. Back in the bedroom, Christy waits naked on the bed, knees tight, arms hugging her small tits. “Don’t be shy,” Daniel tells her. He pushes her legs apart until she’s spread open. “Still taking the pill every night?” She nods. “But,” she says softly, “getting pregnant wouldn’t be the worst thing.” Daniel’s eyes flash. “We’re not risking it—not till we’re married.” Her face lights up. He strips, climbs on, and she obediently leans in to suck him again, whispering “Yes, brother,” right before she takes him deep.