Melissa Stratton's Motivates Her Stepbrother

Melissa was strutting around the house in this barely-there little outfit when her stepbrother comes home from his brutal shift. She catches him in the doorway looking wiped and just smirks. 'Rough one?' she says, like she didn't plan this whole show. Turns slowly, lets him get the full view. The top is see-through thin, nipples poking through like they know exactly what they're doing. Tiny thong disappears between her ass cheeks so every time she moves it rides up just enough to remind him there's nothing covering the good stuff. She can see his eyes drop down the slope of her tits, trace over her flat stomach, settle on that smooth spot between her thighs where fabric meets skin and barely covers anything. Her brother is standing there in his work clothes, eyes locked on that bare patch of her. She arches her back a little, pushes her chest out, gives him that wicked grin. 'You look stressed. Thought this might help.' She runs her hands down her sides, hooks her thumbs in the thong straps, snaps them against her hips. The sound is loud in the quiet room. Her pussy is already warm from being on display like this, that little scrap of fabric getting damp where it presses against her slit. She steps closer, close enough that he can smell her skin, the sweet vanilla and something muskier underneath. 'Bet you could use a real good distraction,' she murmurs, her hand brushing against his thigh while she does another slow spin so he gets to watch that thong disappear again between her round ass. Her brother doesn't say shit. Just stands there breathing harder, taking it all in. The way her nipples have gone tight and hard. The damp patch spreading on her underwear. How her lips are parted like she's waiting for him to make the next move.