Blackmail Sex Is The Best Sex

I was parked on Melody’s bed in nothing but my briefs when I heard the window slide up. Sure enough, my sneaky little step-sister came tumbling through, school tights half ripped, trying to look casual like she hadn’t just popped out of a hot club. She clocks me instantly and her face drops. “Keep quiet and let’s handle this in here,” I tell her, tapping the front of my briefs like I’m holding every card she needs tonight. Melody glares. “You serious right now?” But the panic’s already behind her eyes—no room-parent’s rules coming from me was way safer than Mom and Dad lighting her up for sneaking out. She peels out of what’s left of her clothes. Short skirt hits the floor, thong follows, and she climbs up without another word, straddling me. Her pussy’s already wet whether she wants to admit it or not. I shove her down, let my cock spear right into her. She gasps, grabs the headboard, but I drive up hard and steady until every inch disappears. She’s tight, hotter than I pictured, and she can’t keep the little noises in every time I bottom out. I flip her onto her back, push her knees to her shoulders, and rail her deep. Her pussy clamps every time I grind the head right up against her cervix. Her tits bounce under me, nipples tight. I don’t hold back. When I feel the rush coming, I bury to the root and unload—thick pulses straight into her womb, one after another, until I can feel it pushing out around my shaft. She’s panting, cheeks flushed, still trying to act pissed. But when I finally pull out, a fat, white load starts spilling out of her stretched pussy, sliding between her ass cheeks and onto the sheets. Melody stares at the mess, then at me, biting her lip like she can’t decide whether to scream or ask for round two.