Bar Fight

Shawn Alff just got home from college. He figured a quick drink with his step-sister Kenzie would be harmless, maybe a couple laughs, maybe watch her light up the room like she always does. Blonde hair, tiny waist, those perky natural tits bouncing under a thin tank top—yeah, guys look, but they usually keep their distance once they see Shawn next to her. Not this bartender. Dude slides over with that greasy grin, pouring free shots and leaning way too close. Kenzie giggles, twirling her straw, totally eating it up. Shawn feels his jaw tighten. The guy’s old enough to know better, old enough to have daughters her age, yet here he is whispering in her ear like he’s the first man to notice she’s legal and gorgeous. Next thing Shawn knows, the creep is suggesting they slip into the back room—him and Kenzie, just the two consenting adults who clearly want to fuck. Shawn’s stomach flips. He steps in, trying to talk sense into his sister, but she’s already biting her lip, already sliding off the stool. The bartender’s hand finds the small of her back and starts guiding her away. Shawn follows, heart pounding, telling himself he’s doing this to protect her—even though deep down he knows he just can’t stand the idea of someone else getting their hands on what he’s secretly wanted for years. They duck behind the bar into a cramped supply room lit by a single bulb. The bartender wastes no time; he’s got Kenzie pressed against the shelves, tongue in her mouth, one hand already under her skirt, fingers working fast between her thighs. She moans, hips rocking, clearly loving the attention. Shawn watches from the shadows, cock twitching against his zipper, hating how hot it is and hating himself for getting hard. Kenzie drops to her knees without being told, yanks the bartender’s belt open, and takes his dick in her mouth like she’s been dying to taste it. She sucks loud and sloppy, spit running down her chin, eyes watering, blonde hair swaying with every bob. Shawn’s fist clenches. He can see everything—her throat stretching, her tits jiggling, the way her free hand dips between her own legs to rub her clit while she blows the stranger. The bartender pulls her up, spins her around, bends her over a stack of crates. He yanks her panties aside and sinks two fingers straight into her dripping pussy, pumping hard, thumb circling her clit until she’s gasping and pushing back for more. Shawn can hear how wet she is, the filthy squelch every time those fingers plunge deep. Kenzie looks over her shoulder, catches Shawn’s eye, and smirks like she knows exactly what she’s doing to him. She doesn’t stop him when the bartender lines up and drives his cock into her from behind. The first thrust knocks a bottle off the shelf. Kenzie cries out, gripping the wood, taking every inch like a champ. Shawn stays frozen, watching his step-sister get railed by a man neither of them knew an hour ago, and the worst part is how much he wants to be the one stretching her open instead.