My Sister, The Virgin

Khloe Kapri's sprawled on her bed, scrolling through her phone like it's her lifeline. A knock hits the door—she calls out to come in. In strolls Bambino, her step-bro, just checking how she's vibing back home after that wild college semester. She pats the bed next to her, pulling him down. 'Home sweet home, but damn, those exams wrecked me,' she gripes. He nods, all sympathy, and offers to knead those tense shoulders. Brother rubbing sis? Sketchy as hell. Step-bro, he smirks, reminding her he's always got her back—and yeah, he spots the stress lines. She caves. His hands work magic on her shoulders. Khloe melts, sighing deep. 'Whoa, your grip's killer. Didn't know you packed this much power.' He grins, soaking up the props. Room's turning into a sauna, so she yanks off her shirt. 'Weird for you?' she teases. Nah, he's seen tits before—even if these are family-adjacent. She laughs it off, top hits the floor. Back to rubbing. Eyes shut, Khloe murmurs he's bulked up since last time. He peeks over her shoulder at those perky peaks, gulping hard. 'You too,' he blurts, voice cracking. Girlfriend? Nope. Boyfriend? Zilch. Plot twist—she's a virgin. His jaw drops. A knockout like her? Untouched? No FWB action? Never even locked lips? Mind blown. 'Guess I'll school you, if you're game,' he says. She pauses, then nods—big bro's just looking out. Their lips crash. He leads, soft at first, then tongues tangle in a hungry frenzy. Heat spikes; they break apart, eyes wide, cocks and clits buzzing. They shake heads in sync, busted but buzzing. 'That was hot—how'd I stack up?' she asks. 'Gold star, kid,' he beams. Basics down? Time for extras. Mind if I cop a feel on those tits? Kissing's cool, but that's next level weird. He counters: shoulders to boobs—same skin, different spot. If it builds her skills? Fine, she shrugs. He palms her tits, thumbs circling nipples. 'Mmm, that's electric,' she breathes, loosening up fast. Giddy now, she pushes: touch me... y'know, downstairs. Pure curiosity. Just skin, right? Like the tits. Not blood-related, so screw it. His fingers dive into her pussy—tight as a vice, soaked through. She moans loud, bucking against him. He eases back, eyes locked. 'On your knees, hands down—blowjob lesson time.' Horned up, she scrambles into position, no second thoughts. She picks it up quick, his dirty praise lighting her fire. When he's throbbing and ready, she's all in: 'Teach me to ride that dick too!'