Are You Fucking My Friend?

Man, moving back home was awkward as hell. Parents split, stepmom boots dad out. I kept my head down—figured it wasn't my circus. Turns out she had bigger plans. Caught her sending dirty selfies to one of my buddies. When I called her out, she spins this sob story: lonely, stepbro's relationship drama, says it'll stop. I shrug and move on. Weeks later she walks in while I'm jerking off to the exact pics she sent him. Big red cheeks on both sides of the room. I crack a grin and offer a trade—her mouth for my fingers. She says yes so fast it’s funny. I shove my hand under that tight red dress, feel how soaked she is. Two fingers knuckle-deep while she drops to her knees and swallows me. She’s slobbering, eyes half-closed, tits spilling out the top. I grab a handful, squeeze, watch her moan around my cock. Next thing I know I’m balls-deep on the couch. She climbs on, slides that surprisingly snug pussy down every inch, and starts bouncing. Then I flip her, doggy, yank her hair so she’s looking back at me while I rail her. She creams hard, legs shaking. I drag her to the edge, missionary, legs pinned back, and hammer until I bust—deep, messy, the works. She just grins, doesn’t even blink when it leaks out. Whole thing’s filthy and we both know we’re doing it again.