Diego was lying on his bed, scrolling through his phone when he realized he needed some towels from the linen closet. He sighed, knowing that meant he would have to ask his stepsister, Sasha Tatcha. She was always so difficult to deal with. But he didn’t have any other choice, and he certainly was not thinking of taboo and family.
He made his way to the kitchen, where Sasha was washing dishes. “Hey Sasha,” he said, trying to sound casual.
She turned to look at him, her hands covered in soap suds. “What do you want, Diego?” she asked, her tone dripping with annoyance.
“I need some towels from the linen closet,” he said, trying to keep his voice even.
She rolled her eyes. “Fine, I’ll get them for you. But it’s going to cost you.”
Diego raised an eyebrow. “What do you mean?”
Sasha smirked. “I mean, I’ll give you the towels if you give me a little something in return.”
Diego felt his heart rate quicken. He knew what she was suggesting, and images from the perved family page were running through his mind. And truth be told, he had been attracted to her for a while now. But he didn’t want to just give in to her demands. “What do you want me to do?” he asked, trying to play it cool.
Sasha looked him up and down, her eyes lingering on his crotch. “I want you to help me with my chores,” she said. “And then I’ll help you with yours.”
Diego nodded, his mind racing. He couldn’t believe this was happening. He had always thought Sasha was out of his league. But now, it seemed like she was actually interested in him.
Over the next hour, Diego helped Sasha with her chores. They folded laundry together, cleaned the bathroom, and even cooked dinner. And all the while, Diego couldn’t help but steal glances at Sasha’s body. She was wearing a tight tank top and short shorts, and he could see the outline of her nipples through the fabric.
Finally, stepsister and stepbrother finished the last chore. Sasha turned to Diego, her eyes sparkling with excitement. “I think we’ve earned a little break,” she said, her voice husky.
Diego nodded, his heart pounding in his chest. He knew what was coming next.
Sasha walked over to him, her hips swaying seductively. She reached out and started unbuttoning his shirt, her fingers brushing against his skin. Diego felt a shiver run down his spine.
She pulled his shirt open, exposing his chest. She leaned in and started kissing his neck, her lips soft and warm against his skin. Diego closed his eyes, losing himself in the sensation.
Sasha’s hands started wandering, tracing patterns on his chest and stomach. Diego couldn’t help but moan as she touched him.
She moved down to his pants, unbuttoning them and pulling them down. Diego’s cock sprang free, already hard and throbbing, ready for some taboo and family action.
Sasha sank to her knees, her eyes locked on Diego’s cock. She licked her lips, then leaned in and took him in her mouth.
Diego gasped as she started sucking him, her tongue swirling around his shaft. He had never felt anything like this before. It was incredible.
Sasha sucked him for several minutes, bringing him closer and closer to the edge. But just as he was about to cum, she pulled back.
Diego looked at her, his eyes pleading. “Don’t stop,” he begged.
Sasha smirked. “Oh, I’m not done with you yet,” she said.
She stood up and pulled off her tank top, revealing her small tits. Diego’s eyes widened as he took in her body. She was perfect.
She climbed onto the bed, straddling Diego. She reached down and guided his cock inside her, moaning as he filled her up.
Diego grabbed her hips, thrusting up into her. Sasha started riding him, her breasts bouncing with each movement.
They fucked like that for several minutes, their bodies moving in perfect harmony. Diego could feel himself getting close to cumming again.
Sasha must have sensed it too, because she started moaning louder and louder. “Yes, yes, yes,” she chanted.
Diego couldn’t hold back any longer. He groaned as he came, his big cock pulsing inside her.
Sasha collapsed on top of him, her breath coming in ragged gasps. “That was amazing,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.
Diego nodded, still trying to catch his breath. He couldn’t believe the taboo and family action that had just happened. But he knew one thing for sure: he was definitely going to help Sasha with her chores more often.
