Juan Loco was sweating profusely, his hands raw from the endless scrubbing and cleaning he’d been doing. His stepfather had grounded him for taking the car without permission, and the pervy family chores were his form of penance. As he knelt in the bathroom, scrubbing the tiles, he heard a family porn giggle from behind him.
“What are you doing, Juan?” Ameena Green, his stepsister, stood in the doorway, a smirk on her face. She held a basket of laundry, which she began to toss at him playfully.
“Cleaning, Ameena,” he grumbled, ducking to avoid a pair of socks. “You know, because I’m grounded.”
She laughed, tossing another item at him. “You’re such a chump, Juan. If you weren’t so lazy, you wouldn’t be in this mess.”
Juan caught a pair of her panties that had landed on his shoulder. He hesitated, then brought them to his nose and inhaled deeply. The scent was intoxicating, a mix of her sweet perfume and the musk of her body.
“What are you doing, pervert?” Ameena laughed, but there was a hint of curiosity in her voice.
Juan, emboldened, looked up at her. “You know, Ameena, you tease me enough. I think it’s only fair I get to tease you back.” He held her panties up, his eyes locked onto hers.
She blushed, but her eyes sparkled. “You wouldn’t dare.”
Juan stood up, stepping closer to her. “Wanna bet?” He took another deep sniff, his cock already hardening in his jeans.
Ameena’s breath hitched, and she licked her lips. “You’re a pervert, Juan.”
He smiled, stepping even closer. “And you love it, Ameena.”
She didn’t step back. Instead, she tossed the laundry basket aside and reached out, running her fingers through his hair. “Prove it,” she whispered.
Juan didn’t need to be told twice. He leaned in, capturing her lips in a fierce kiss. She responded eagerly, her tongue meeting his, their breaths mingling as they explored each other’s mouths.
Breaking away, he trailed kisses down her neck, nipping softly at her earlobe. “You smell so fucking good, Ameena,” he murmured, his voice hoarse with desire.
She moaned softly, her hands roaming over his chest, his back, his ass. “You’re so bad, Juan,” she whispered, but her hips pressed against him, her breath coming in short gasps.
He slipped her panties into his back pocket, his hand finding the hem of her skirt and sliding underneath. She was already wet, her pussy slick and ready for him. He stroked her gently, fingering through her folds, teasing her clit.
“Oh God, Juan,” she gasped, her head falling back against the doorframe.
He continued to stroke her, his other hand unbuttoning his jeans, freeing his cock. He rubbed the head against her entrance, coating himself in her juices.
“You’re so wet, Ameena,” he growled, his voice thick with lust. “You want this family porn, don’t you?”
She nodded, her breath coming in short pants. “Yes, Juan. I want you.”
He slid into her slowly, filling her inch by inch. She was tight, her muscles clenching around him as he pushed deeper.
“Fuck, Ameena,” he groaned, his hips moving in small thrusts, giving her time to adjust. “You feel so good.”
She wrapped her legs around his waist, her hands gripping his shoulders. “Deeper, Juan. Give it to me deeper.”
He complied, his hips moving faster, his cock sliding in and out of her with increasing speed. The room filled with the sound of their moans, the slap of their bodies coming together, the wet sounds of their fucking.
“Harder, Juan. Fuck me harder,” she begged, her nails digging into his back.
He obliged, his body slamming into hers, his cock pounding into her with force. The world around them faded, leaving only the sensation of their bodies joined, their pleasure intertwined.
“Yes, Juan. Yes, yes, yes,” she chanted, her body tensing as her orgasm built.
“That’s it, Ameena. Come for me. Come all over my cock,” he urged, his own orgasm close.
With a cry, she came, her body convulsing, her pussy clenching around him. He followed her over the edge, his cock pulsing as he filled her with his cum.
Stepsister and stepbrother stayed like that for a moment, their bodies slick with sweat, their breaths coming in ragged gasps. Then, slowly, they lowered themselves to the floor, their limbs entwined, their hearts beating in sync.
“Well, Juan,” Ameena said, a smile playing on her lips. “You certainly proved your point.”
Juan chuckled, his hand tracing patterns on her back. “And you, Ameena, are a very bad influence.”
She laughed, her head resting on his chest. “We make quite the family porn team, don’t we?”
