Khloe Kapri, a sultry brunette with curves that could make a statue weep, perfect for some step daughter and step dad action, auntered into the living room. She found her stepbrother, Johnny Love, sprawled on the couch, his hazel eyes scanning a magazine. She smirked, her full lips curling in a playful smile.
“Hey, Johnny,” she purred, sidling up to him. “Whatcha reading?”
Johnny looked up, his eyes widening at the sight of her. Khloe was dressed in a tank top that left little to the perved family imagination, her breasts pressing against the thin fabric.
“Just some car magazine,” he replied, his voice cracking slightly. “What are you up to?”
Khloe sat down next to him, her leg brushing against his. “Not much. Just thought I’d come hang out with my favorite stepbrother.”
Johnny chuckled, but his eyes were glued to her cleavage. “Your favorite, huh? I’m flattered.”
Khloe leaned in, her breath hot on his ear. “You should be. Now, how about we make this a little more interesting?”
She reached out, her hand gently stroking his thigh. Johnny’s breath hitched, and he turned to face her. Their eyes locked, and Khloe could see the desire burning in his gaze.
“Khloe,” he started, but she hushed him with a finger to his lips.
“Shh,” she whispered, her hand moving higher up his thigh. “Just let me take care of you.”
She leaned in, her lips meeting his in a soft, lingering kiss. Johnny hesitated for a moment before his lips parted, inviting her in. Their tongues danced together, exploring each other’s mouths. Khloe moaned softly, her hand now cupping his growing bulge.
“Mmm, you like that, don’t you?” she murmured against his lips.
Johnny nodded, his eyes closed in pleasure. Khloe unbuckled his belt, her hands deftly unbuttoning his pants. She pulled out his cock, already hard and ready. She wrapped her hand around it, stroking gently.
“Fuck, Khloe,” Johnny groaned, his hips bucking into her touch.
Khloe smiled, her eyes never leaving his. She leaned down, her tongue licking the tip of his cock. Johnny’s breath hitched, his fingers tangling in her hair.
“That feels so good,” he whispered, his voice ragged.
Khloe took him into her mouth, her head bobbing up and down. Johnny’s moans filled the room, his hips thrusting in time with her movements.
“Khloe, I’m close,” he warned, his voice tight with pleasure.
Khloe pulled back, her hand continuing to stroke him. “Not yet,” she started teasing. “I want to feel you inside me.”
Johnny’s eyes widened in surprise, but he didn’t protest. Khloe stood up, her body swaying as she stripped off her clothes. Johnny’s gaze raked over her, his cock twitching in anticipation.
Khloe crawled onto the couch, straddling him. She guided his cock to her entrance, slowly lowering herself onto him. They both moaned as he filled her, their bodies melding together.
“Fuck, Johnny,” Khloe moaned, her hips beginning to move. “You feel so good.”
Johnny gripped her hips, his fingers digging into her soft flesh. “You too, Khloe. You feel amazing.”
They moved together, their bodies finding a rhythm that had them both panting. The sound of their flesh meeting filled the room, their moans and groans adding to the symphony.
“Harder, Johnny,” Khloe begged, her nails digging into his chest. “Fuck me harder.”
Johnny complied, his hips slamming into hers. The sound of their bodies meeting was electrifying, their moaning rising in pitch and volume.
“Yes, yes, yes,” Khloe chanted, her body trembling on the edge of orgasm.
Johnny’s grip on her hips tightened, his big cock pounding into her. Khloe threw her head back, her body convulsing as her orgasm hit. Johnny groaned, his own orgasm following closely behind.
They collapsed onto the couch, their bodies slick with sweat. Khloe smiled, her chest heaving.
“That was… unexpected,” she said, her voice breathless.
Johnny laughed, his hand stroking her back. “Unexpected but amazing.”
Their moment of peace was shattered by the sound of the front door slamming shut. Stepsister and stepbrother both froze, their heads snapping towards the door.
“Khloe? Johnny?” their stepfather, Peter Fitzwell, called out.
Khloe’s eyes widened in panic, but Johnny just smirked. “Don’t worry, Khloe. I’ll handle this.”
Peter walked into the living room, his eyes narrowing at the step daughter and step dad surprise sight of the two on the couch. Khloe quickly grabbed a blanket, wrapping it around herself.
“Peter,” Johnny said, his voice calm. “We were just… catching up.”
Peter raised an eyebrow, his gaze flicking between the two. “Catching up, huh? That’s one way to put it.”
Khloe bit her lip, her eyes pleading with Johnny. Johnny winked at her, his confidence unwavering.
“Why don’t you leave us alone, Peter?” he said, his voice smooth. “We’ll be right up.”
Peter hesitated for a moment before nodding. “Alright. But don’t be too long.”
He turned and walked away, leaving the two alone. Khloe let out a sigh of relief, her body still tingling from their encounter.
Johnny leaned in, his lips brushing against her ear. “Don’t worry, Khloe. I have a feeling this night is far from over.”
Khloe smiled, her heart pounding in anticipation. She was ready for whatever step daughter and step dad action came next.
