Spikey Dee tried to hide his smirk as he overheard his older stepsister, Roxie Sinner, on the phone. She was invited to some fancy New Year’s Eve party downtown, and she was already thinking about what guy she’d meet there. He couldn’t help but feel a pang of family fantasy porn jealousy as he glanced at her through the crack in the door. She was gorgeous, her curves accentuated by the little black dress she was trying on.
“Spikey!” she called out, spotting him. “Come here, I need your opinion on something.”
He stepped into her room, his eyes tracing the line of her figure. “What’s up, Rox?”
She turned to face him, twirling a lock of her fiery red hair around her finger. “I want to look perfect for this pervy family party. You know, impress some guy. What do you think of this dress?”
Spikey walked closer, his eyes lingering on her cleavage. “You look incredible, Roxie. But you always do.”
She smiled, a spark in her eyes. “Flatterer. But seriously, I need your help. I’m thinking of doing something… different with my makeup.”
Spikey raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “Like what?”
Roxie bit her lip, her tongue darting out to moisten it. “I was thinking of going for a smoky eye, something sultry. And maybe a darker lipstick.”
Spikey nodded, his mind already racing with ideas. “I think that could work. But you know what else would make you stand out?”
Roxie leaned in, her breath teasing his ear. “What’s that?”
Spikey’s voice dropped to a low murmur. “A little something extra. Something only you and I would know about.”
Roxie pulled back, her eyes narrowing. “What do you mean?”
Spikey smirked, his hand reaching out to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear. “How about I help you get ready? Maybe we can have a little fun while we’re at it.”
Roxie’s eyes widened, and Spikey could see the surprise and excitement flitting across her face. “Spikey… we’re stepsister and stepbrother. Isn’t that family fantasy porn wrong?”
He leaned in, his lips brushing against hers. “Who said anything about wrong?” he whispered. “Just a little fun between us. No one has to know.”
Roxie’s breath hitched, and Spikey could feel the heat radiating off her body. She didn’t pull away, and that was all the encouragement he needed. His hand slid down to her waist, pulling her closer. “Come on, Rox. Let’s make a night to remember.”
Their lips met again, and this time, Roxie kissed him back. It was slow and exploratory, a dance of tongues and teeth. Spikey’s hand slid up her back, his fingers tangling in her hair. He could feel her teen body pressing against him, her breasts flattening against his chest.
“Fuck, Roxie,” he murmured against her lips. “You feel so good.”
Roxie was moaning, her hips grinding against his growing erection. “Spikey… we can’t. Not here.”
He chuckled, his teeth nipping at her lower lip. “Who says we have to stay here?”
She gasped as he lifted her up, her legs wrapping around his waist. He carried her to her bed, their lips never parting. He laid her down gently, his body covering hers. Their kisses became more urgent, more desperate. Spikey’s hand slid up her thigh, his fingers hooking into the lace of her panties.
“Spikey, wait,” Roxie breathed, her hand covering his.
He looked down at her, his eyes dark with desire. “What’s wrong, Rox?”
She smiled, her fingers playing with the buttons of his shirt. “Let’s take this slow. I want to savor every moment.”
Spikey groaned, his cock aching for release. But he nodded, willing to play her game. He pulled back, sitting on the edge of the bed. Roxie sat up, her eyes never leaving his as she slowly unbuttoned his shirt. Her fingers traced the lines of his chest, her touch sending shivers down his spine.
“You’re so hot, Spikey,” she murmured, her voice filled with lust. “I never knew you were this hot.”
He smiled, his hands reaching for the zipper of her dress. “And you, Roxie, are fucking gorgeous. I’ve been wanting to do this for so long.”
She grinned, her eyes flashing with mischief. “Then why didn’t you?”
He pulled her dress down, revealing her lacy black bra. “Because I was waiting for the right moment. And now, here we are.”
Roxie unhooked her bra, her breasts spilling out. Spikey’s cock twitched at the sight, and he reached out, his hands cupping her breasts. He leaned in, his mouth closing over one nipple. Roxie gasped, her hands gripping his hair.
“Fuck, Spikey,” she moaned. “That family fantasy porn feels so good.”
He sucked harder, his tongue flicking against her nipple. His hand slid down to her panties, his fingers rubbing against her clit through the lace. Roxie’s hips bucked, her body arching into his touch.
