Ivy Rose, at 25, was the youngest of the two girls in her stepfamily. She had inherited her mother’s long, wavy chestnut hair and striking green eyes, which she used to her advantage. Her figure was curvaceous, with full breasts and a narrow waist, accentuated by her slim, athletic build, perfect for some family taboo com. She worked as a librarian, a job that allowed her to indulge in her love for books while maintaining a quiet life.
Levi Cash, her 30-year-old stepbrother, had moved in with their parents after his recent divorce. With his ruggedly handsome features, dark hair, and piercing blue eyes, Levi was no stranger to female attention. His muscular build, a testament to his years in the military, added to his allure. He was a successful businessman, driven and focused, but there was a hint of loneliness in his eyes that Ivy couldn’t help but notice.
Their first encounter was at a family dinner, a few weeks after Levi had moved in. Ivy was helping their mother in the kitchen when Levi walked in, his shirt sleeves rolled up, revealing strong forearms dusted with dark hair. He smiled at her, his eyes lingering a moment too long on her face before he turned to their mother.
Over the next few weeks, Ivy and Levi found themselves spending more time together. They’d sit on the porch, talking late into the night, their conversations ranging from books to politics. There was an undeniable perved family chemistry between them, a spark that ignited whenever their eyes met.
One evening, as they sat on the porch, Levi turned to Ivy. “You know, Ivy, I’ve been meaning to tell you something.”
Ivy raised an eyebrow. “Oh, yeah? What’s that?”
Levi leaned in, his voice low. “I think you’re beautiful, Ivy. And I can’t stop thinking about you.”
Ivy felt her heart race. She looked into his eyes, seeing the honesty in them. “Levi, I… I think about you too.”
Levi smiled, his hand reaching up to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear. “Ivy, I want to kiss you.”
That night, Ivy lay in bed, her mind racing. She couldn’t stop thinking about Levi, about the way his lips felt against hers. She knew she should stay away from him, but her body had other plans.
A few days later, Ivy found herself in Levi’s room. She had come to return a book she had borrowed, but the sight of him sitting on his bed, shirtless, sent a wave of desire through her. Levi looked up, his eyes meeting hers.
“Ivy,” he said, his voice hoarse. “Come here.”
Ivy stepped closer, her heart pounding in her chest. Levi reached out, his hand wrapping around her waist and pulling her onto the bed. He kissed her hungrily, his hands exploring her teen body.
“I’ve been thinking about you, Ivy,” he whispered against her lips. “About how you taste, how you feel.”
Ivy moaned, her hands running through his hair. “Levi, I want you.”
Levi smiled, his hands moving to the hem of her shirt. He lifted it over her head, revealing her lace bra. He leaned down, his mouth capturing one of her nipples through the fabric. Ivy arched her back, a gasp escaping her lips.
“You’re so fucking sexy, Ivy,” Levi murmured, his hands unclasping her bra.
Ivy’s breasts spilled out, Levi’s eyes darkening as he took them in. He leaned down, his mouth capturing one nipple while his hand squeezed the other. Ivy was moaning, her hands gripping his hair.
Levi’s mouth moved to her other nipple, his hand sliding down to her jeans. He unbuttoned them, his fingers slipping inside and finding her wetness. Ivy gasped, her hips bucking against his hand.
“You’re so wet, Ivy,” Levi whispered, his fingers sliding in and out of her. “You want this, don’t you?”
Ivy nodded, her breath coming in short gasps. “Yes, Levi. I want you.”
Levi removed his hand, his fingers glistening with her juices. He brought them to his mouth, sucking them off. Ivy watched, her desire growing. Levi stood up, his hands going to his pants. He pushed them down, revealing his hard cock. Ivy’s eyes widened, her gaze locked on him.
“Come here, Ivy,” Levi said, his voice husky.
Ivy moved closer, her hand reaching out to touch him. She wrapped her fingers around his cock, her thumb brushing against the tip. Levi groaned, his hips thrusting against her hand.
“Ivy, I need to be inside you,” he said, his voice ragged.
Ivy nodded, lying back on the bed. Levi positioned himself between her legs, his cock at her entrance. He slipped a finger inside her, preparing her. Ivy moaned, her hips moving against his hand.
“You’re so tight, Ivy,” Levi murmured, adding another finger. “I can’t wait to feel you around my cock.”
Levi removed his fingers, replacing them with his cock. He pushed in slowly, giving Ivy time to adjust. She moaned, her hands gripping his shoulders.
“You feel so good, Ivy,” Levi said, his hips moving slowly. “So fucking tight.”
Ivy wrapped her legs around his waist, her heels digging into his back. “Harder, Levi. Give it to me harder.”
Levi complied, his hips moving faster, his cock pounding into her. Ivy moaned, her body meeting his thrust for thrust. Stepsister and stepbrother, their bodies were slick with sweat, their breaths coming in ragged gasps.
“Yes, Levi. Right there. Don’t stop,” Ivy panted, her orgasm building.
Levi’s thrusts became more frantic, his cock hitting her G-spot with each one. Ivy’s orgasm crashed over her, her body convulsing as she came. Levi groaned, his cock pulsing as he came inside her.
They lay there, their bodies entwined, their breaths slowly returning to normal. Levi looked into Ivy’s eyes, a smile playing on his lips.
“That was… incredible, Ivy,” he said.
