The smell of summer nights hung heavy in the air as I, James Angel, a 24-year-old African American man with dark eyes and a lean, muscular build, found myself in a quandary. My stepfather had remarried, and his new wife, Lisa, had moved in with her daughter, Reyna Delacruz, an 18-year-old with fiery red hair, fair skin, and curves that could make a grown man weep. I first saw her at the welcome party our parents had thrown, and I was immediately drawn to her. She was wearing a simple sundress, but it did nothing to hide her voluptuous figure, perfect for some taboo with family action.
“You’re James, right?” she asked, her voice a sultry purr that sent shivers down my spine. “I’ve heard so much about you.”
“All good, I hope,” I replied, trying to keep my cool.
Over the course of the evening, we found ourselves drawn into several conversations, our eyes meeting and holding longer than necessary. I could feel the chemistry between us, but I pushed it aside, reminding myself that she was my stepsister.
As the night wound down, I found myself alone with Reyna on the back porch. The moonlight cast a soft glow over her face, highlighting her high cheekbones and full lips. She looked at me, her eyes filled with a mix of curiosity and desire.
“You’re not like I thought you’d be,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.
“Oh yeah?” I asked, leaning against the railing. “How’s that?”
“I thought you’d be stuffy, like my dad,” she admitted. “But you’re… different.”
I chuckled. “Well, I try not to be too boring.”
She took a step closer, her breath warm on my face. “I don’t think you could ever be boring, James.”
I felt my resolve weakening, but I pushed her away gently. “Reyna, we can’t do the taboo with family. You’re my stepsister.”
She sighed, a sound of frustration and longing. “I know. But it’s not like we’re related by blood.”
I shook my head. “It doesn’t matter. Taboo with family is wrong.”
The next few days were torture. Every time I saw Reyna, I was reminded of our encounter on the porch. I found myself searching for her at the dinner table, eager to catch her eye. I knew I was playing with pervy family fire, but I couldn’t help myself.
One evening, as we were clearing the dishes, Reyna brushed against me, her hand lingering on my arm. I looked at her, and she smiled, her eyes filled with mischief.
“You shouldn’t play with fire if you can’t handle getting burned,” she whispered.
I reached out, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “Maybe I want to get burned.”
She leaned in, her lips brushing against mine. “Then let’s get burned together in our taboo with family.”
I kissed her back, my hands finding her waist and pulling her closer. She moaned softly, her body pressing against mine. I could feel her heart racing, matching the drumbeat of my own desire.
“Not here,” I murmured against her lips. “We can’t do this here.”
She nodded, her eyes never leaving mine. “My room. Ten minutes.”
I nodded, my blood pounding in my ears. I made my way to my room, my heart pounding with anticipation. Ten minutes felt like an eternity, but finally, the time was up. I slipped out of my room, making my way to hers.
As soon as I opened the door, Reyna was on me, her mouth hot and demanding. I pushed her against the wall, my body pressing against hers. I could feel her breasts against my chest, her hips grinding against mine.
“God, Reyna,” I groaned, my hands roaming over her body. “You’re so fucking hot.”
She laughed, a sound of pure pleasure. “And you’re not so bad yourself.”
I captured her mouth in another kiss, my tongue exploring hers. She moaned, her hands tugging at my shirt. I broke away long enough to pull it off, tossing it to the side.
“Your turn,” I growled, my hands going to the zipper of her dress. I pulled it down, the dress falling to the floor. She stood before me in a black lace bra and thong, her body a vision of curvy and soft skin.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful,” I said, my voice hoarse with desire.
She smiled, her hands going to the waistband of my pants. “Show me what you’ve got, big boy.”
I kicked off my shoes and stepped out of my pants, my big cock already hard and aching. Reyna’s eyes widened as she took me in, her hand wrapping around my length.
“Mmm, very impressive,” she purred, her thumb tracing the head of my cock.
I groaned, my hips bucking into her touch. “Fuck, Reyna. You’re driving me crazy.”
She laughed, her hand stroking me slowly. “Good. I want you crazy for me.”
I captured her mouth in another kiss, my hands going to her bra. I unhooked it, letting it fall to the side. Her breasts spilled out, her nipples hard and begging for attention. I obliged, my mouth capturing one peak while my hand squeezed the other.
Reyna moaned, her hips grinding against mine. “Yes, James. Right there.”
I switched to her other breast, my hand cupping and squeezing. I could feel her body trembling, her breath coming in short gasps. I slid my hand down her body, my fingers finding the edge of her thong. I slipped a finger inside, groaning at the feel of her wet heat.
“Fuck, you’re so wet,” I murmured, my finger moving inside her.
She moaned, her hands tangling in my hair. “Please, James, let’s advance the taboo with family action. I need you inside me.”
I obliged, my mouth capturing hers as I slid my finger in and out of her. She moaned into my mouth, her body moving in time with my finger. I could feel her getting close, her body tensing.
“That’s it, baby,” I murmured against her lips. “Come for me.”
She did, her body convulsing as she cried out my name. I held her close, my finger still moving inside her, drawing out her pleasure.
When she finally came down, she looked at me, her eyes filled with desire. “Now it’s your turn.”
I nodded, my cock aching with need. I laid her down on the bed, my body covering hers. I kissed her deeply, my cock poised at her entrance. I slid in slowly, groaning at the feel of her tight heat surrounding me.
“Fuck, you feel good,” I groaned, my hips moving slowly.
“You too,” she whispered, her hands gripping my ass. “Harder, James. I want to feel you.”
I obliged, my hips moving faster, my cock sliding in and out of her. She moaned, her body moving in time with mine. I could feel her nails digging into my back, her heels digging into my ass.
“Yes, James,” she moaned. “Right there. Don’t stop.”
I wasn’t about to. I could feel my own orgasm building, my body tensing. I reached between us, my fingers finding her clit. I rubbed it in time with my thrusts, her moaning growing louder.
“Come with me, Reyna,” I growled. “I want to feel you come around my cock.”
She did, her body convulsing as she cried out my name. I followed her over the edge, my cock pulsing as I filled her with my cum.
We lay there for a moment, our bodies entwined, our breaths coming in ragged gasps. Then, Reyna looked at me, a smile playing at the corners of her mouth.
“So, James,” she said. “About that whole stepsister and stepbrother thing…”
