O' Brother Grow Up

Step-sis Jojo Kiss is straightening the sheets in just a skimpy bra and panties that hug her curves like a second skin. Bang! Stepbro Tyler Nixon kicks the door open, eyes blazing. 'What the hell are you up to?' He corners her fast—heard whispers at school about her slinging handjobs on the job. Jojo dodges, batting her lashes, but Tyler ain't buying it. 'You're a total whore,' he snaps. Bam, he pulls up her social media, no face in the pic, but those telltale tattoos scream her name. He's grilling her nonstop, words flying like punches, barely letting her breathe. Screw talking. Jojo yanks the cover back with a wicked grin, unveiling that slick black waterproof sheet underneath. 'If you wanna know so bad, bro, watch this.' Tyler's still clueless—thinks she's straight-up dirty. So she shoves him flat on the bed, claws at his shirt and jeans, ripping 'em off. He cups his junk, cheeks burning; this taboo line's a minefield he shouldn't cross. Too late—Jojo's already stripped bare, her lingerie sailing across the room like confetti. She struts over with a bowl of that mysterious liquid, and Tyler's gut twists. Yeah, he's drowning now. She pins him face-down, scoops a glob of Nuru gel and lets it drip slow and warm down his back. Slippery shit feels weird on his skin, intriguing as hell. Jojo slathers it on herself too, then presses in, gliding up and down his spine like silk on fire. Tyler melts a bit. 'Damn, that actually feels good—therapeutic even.' She smirks. 'Still calling me a whore?' Before he can spit back, she barks, 'Flip over.' He stammers protests, but she steamrolls 'em, sliding her nude body over his front now, all slick and teasing. His hands hover—where the fuck do they go? She's his sister, for fuck's sake. He clams up, won't cop to the filthy thoughts buzzing in his head. Fine by her—she dives right in, wrapping her lips around his cock and sucking like a pro. Tyler's shaft stiffens quick in that hot, wet mouth. Gasping, he blurts, 'You blow every client like this?' Jojo pops off with a pop, eyes twinkling. 'Nah, you're special, bro.' Then, husky as sin: 'Now I'm gonna fuck you senseless.' He's all in by then, as long as they zip it—no leaks to the folks. Jojo inches up, lining up their goods with a naughty purr. 'God, I've craved this dick since we hit puberty.' She sinks down, popping his throbbing cock into her tight pussy. She rides him fierce, both of 'em moaning like animals, hips slamming in rhythm. A fresh squirt of Nuru gel turns it into a sticky, wild mess—bodies fused and sliding nonstop. She squeals mid-thrust, 'Been dreaming of pounding you forever!' Her perky little naturals jiggle as he flips her sideways, drilling from behind. Tyler hammers her soaked slit so deep her ponytail unravels in a frenzy. He drops low, sucking her pussy with greedy laps—tongue flicking her clit. She teases, coy as a fox: 'Picking up tricks from munching other sluts?' He growls back, pounding harder: 'Hell no—nobody's the mega-whore you are, sis.' He flips her on top, she yanks her legs back wide, urging him faster. Speed builds like a storm till he erupts, shooting ropes of cum in hot arcs across her belly. Breath ragged, he grins. 'Not a peep to Mom and Dad, got it?'