Johnny Love, a 28-year-old Italian-American with dark hair, green eyes, and a muscular build, stood behind the counter of his family’s small antique shop, bored out of his mind. The bell above the door chimed, and in walked a vision he couldn’t have imagined in his wildest dreams. Elana Bunnz, his new stepsister, had moved in just a few days ago, and this was the first time he was seeing her without their parents around. She was 20, with a cascade of chestnut curls, piercing blue eyes, and curves that could make a statue weep, perfect for some family porn.
“Hey, John,” she said, her voice as sweet as honey. “I was just walking by and thought I’d drop in. You look bored.”
Johnny chuckled, leaning against the perved family counter. “You could say that. Antiques aren’t exactly the most exciting business in the world.”
Elana’s eyes scanned the room, landing on an old, tarnished pendant. “What’s this?” she asked, picking it up.
“It’s a lucky charm,” Johnny explained, moving closer to her. “Supposed to bring good luck to the family porn wearer.”
Elana raised an eyebrow. “Well, I could use some of that.” She turned to face him, their eyes meeting. The air between them seemed to crackle with tension. “Show me how it works, Johnny.”
He smiled, taking the pendant from her. “It’s all about belief, Elana. You have to believe it’s lucky for it to work.”
She laughed, a sound that sent shivers down his spine. “Well, I believe in you, Johnny. You’re lucky just being you.”
The flirtatious banter continued for a while, their laughter echoing in the empty shop. Eventually, Johnny couldn’t take it anymore. He leaned in, his lips brushing against hers. Elana didn’t pull away. Instead, she met his kissing, her lips parting to allow his tongue to explore her mouth. Stepsister and stepbrother were sharing their first kiss.
Their kiss deepened, becoming more passionate. Johnny’s hands wandered down to Elana’s waist, pulling her closer. She moaned softly, her body pressing against his. They broke apart, breathless, their eyes locked onto each other.
“We shouldn’t be doing this,” Elana whispered, her voice barely audible.
“I know,” Johnny replied, his voice hoarse with desire. “But I can’t help it, Elana. You’re just… you’re incredible.”
She smiled, her fingers playing with the buttons on his shirt. “Show me how incredible you can be in the family porn, Johnny.”
Johnny led her to the back room, their bodies pressed together. He pushed her against the wall, his lips finding hers again. His hands roamed over her body, cupping her breasts through her shirt. Elana started moaning, arching her back to press herself against him.
Johnny’s hands moved to the hem of her shirt, lifting it slowly. Elana raised her arms, allowing him to pull it off. She was wearing a lacy black bra that did little to hide her full, natural breasts. Johnny’s mouth watered at the sight. He leaned down, his lips capturing one nipple through the fabric, teasing it until it hardened.
Elana threw her head back, a low moan escaping her lips. “Johnny,” she gasped, her fingers tangling in his hair.
He moved to the other nipple, giving it the same attention. Then, he unhooked her bra, letting it fall to the floor. His hands replaced the fabric, cupping her breasts, his thumbs rubbing against her nipples.
Elana’s breath hitched, her eyes fluttering closed. “Johnny,” she whispered, her voice laced with desire.
He captured her mouth in another kiss, his hands moving down to the button of her jeans. He unbuttoned them, slowly pulling down the zipper. His fingers slipped inside, his palm cupping her shaved pussy through her panties.
Elana’s hips bucked against his hand, a soft moan escaping her lips. “Johnny,” she whispered, her voice filled with need.
He slipped his fingers under the fabric, finding her clit. He rubbed it gently, his fingers slick with her arousal. Elana’s moans grew louder, her body writhing against his hand.
He slipped a finger inside her, her walls tight and wet. He added another finger, stretching her, preparing her. Elana’s moans became cries, her body shaking with pleasure.
“Johnny, please,” she begged for family porn, her eyes pleading with him.
