The afternoon sun filtered through the half-drawn blinds of Emily’s bedroom, casting lazy stripes across the cluttered floor. Posters of indie bands peeled at the edges on the walls, and the air hung heavy with the faint scent of vanilla body spray mixed with something earthier—her natural musk that always drove me wild. I was her stepbrother, Jake, nineteen and horny as hell, but Emily? She was the epitome of teen temptation, just turned eighteen, with long, straight brunette hair that cascaded down her back like a silky waterfall. Her body was curvy in all the right ways—medium-sized natural tits that jiggled just enough under her tight tops, and a big ass that strained against her yoga pants, begging to be grabbed.
I shouldn’t have been there, creeping into her room while she was out at cheer practice. But fuck, I couldn’t help it. Ever since Mom married her dad, I’d been obsessed with Emily’s naughty side. The way she’d leave her laundry hamper half-open, like an invitation. Today, I zeroed in on a pair of her lacy black panties, crumpled at the bottom. My heart pounded as I fished them out, the fabric soft and damp from her last wear. I brought them to my nose, inhaling deeply—the tangy, salty aroma of her pussy hit me like a drug, making my cock twitch instantly in my jeans. Young teen scent, pure and intoxicating, mixed with a hint of her sweat from whatever workout she’d done. I pressed them harder against my face, my free hand fumbling with my zipper, freeing my big cock that was already throbbing, veins pulsing with need.
A creak in the hallway snapped me back, but it was too late. The door swung open, and there she stood—Emily, still in her cheer uniform, skirt hiked up just enough to show the curve of her thighs. Her long hair was tied in a ponytail, swinging as she tilted her head, eyes widening at the sight of me with her panties in one hand and my dick in the other. “Jake? What the fuck are you doing with my naughty panties?” Her voice was a mix of shock and something darker, huskier, like she’d been waiting for this.
I froze, cock bobbing in the air, but she didn’t scream or run. Instead, she stepped inside, kicking the door shut behind her. The room felt smaller, hotter, the air thickening with tension. Her cheeks flushed pink, and she bit her lower lip, those full, glossy lips I’d jerked off to a hundred times. “Spying on me, huh? Sniffing my dirty underwear like some perv?” She sauntered closer, her curvy hips swaying, the scent of her post-practice sweat wafting toward me—salty, feminine, making my mouth water.
“Emily, I… shit, I’m sorry,” I stammered, but my eyes were glued to her medium-sized tits heaving under the tight cheer top, nipples poking through like they were already hard. She snatched the panties from my hand, twirling them on her finger before tossing them aside. Then, without warning, her hand wrapped around my big cock, squeezing firmly. The touch was electric—her palm warm and slightly calloused from pom-poms, sending a jolt straight to my balls. “You like how I smell down there? Bet you’ve been dreaming about teen sex with me, haven’t you?”
She dropped to her knees right there on the carpet, her long straight hair brushing my thighs as she leaned in. Her breath was hot against my shaft, and I groaned, the sound raw and needy. Emily’s tongue flicked out, tracing the underside of my cock from base to tip, tasting the pre-cum beading there. “Mmm, salty,” she murmured, her voice muffled as she took me into her mouth. The wet heat enveloped me, her lips stretching around my girth—blowjob heaven from this brunette teen dream. She bobbed her head, slurping noisily, the sounds obscene in the quiet room: wet smacks and her soft hums of pleasure. Her hands cupped my balls, rolling them gently, while her straight hair fell forward, tickling my skin.
I tangled my fingers in that silky mane, guiding her deeper, feeling her throat relax as she gagged just a little—enough to make it filthy, real. The smell of her arousal was starting to mix in now, wafting up from between her legs as she knelt there, her skirt riding up to reveal the edge of her own panties, damp and clinging. “Fuck, Emily, your mouth feels so good,” I growled, thrusting lightly, watching her natural tits bounce with each movement. She pulled back with a pop, strings of saliva connecting her lips to my cock, and grinned up at me wickedly. “You want more than just my panties, don’t you? Want this curvy teen body.”
She stood, peeling off her cheer top in one fluid motion, her medium-sized tits spilling free—perky, natural, with pink nipples begging for attention. I lunged forward, capturing one in my mouth, sucking hard while my hands roamed her curves, squeezing that big ass through her skirt. She moaned, a high, breathy sound that vibrated through me, her fingers digging into my shoulders. The taste of her skin was salty-sweet, like fresh sweat and lotion. We stumbled toward her bed, a mess of tangled sheets smelling faintly of her shampoo, and she shoved me down, climbing on top.
Emily hiked up her skirt, revealing her soaked panties—simple cotton ones, but clinging to her shaved pussy lips. She ground against my cock, the friction making us both gasp. “Feel how wet you made me, spying like that,” she whispered, her voice dirty and raw. Then she shifted, positioning herself for cowgirl style, guiding my big cock to her entrance. The head nudged her folds, slick and hot, and she sank down slowly, inch by inch. Oh god, the tightness—her young teen pussy gripping me like a vice, walls fluttering as she adjusted to my size. “So fucking big,” she whimpered, her long hair whipping as she started to ride me.
Her hips rolled in a rhythm that was pure instinct, up and down, her big ass slapping against my thighs with each drop. The bed creaked under us, the sound mixing with her moans—loud, uninhibited, like she didn’t care if the whole house heard. I reached up, palming her natural tits, pinching her nipples until she arched her back, her curvy body on full display. The scent of sex filled the room now, musky and primal, her juices coating my cock and dripping down my balls. She leaned forward, her straight hair curtaining our faces as she kissed me, tongue thrusting deep, tasting of mint and me.
“Harder,” I demanded, bucking up to meet her, our bodies slamming together in a frenzy. Emily’s breaths came in pants, her pussy clenching tighter, signaling she was close. But she slowed, smirking down at me. “Not yet. I want you to fuck me like you own me.” She dismounted, her legs shaky, and flipped onto her hands and knees, presenting that big ass—round, firm, with a jiggle that made my cock ache. Doggystyle was next, and I didn’t hesitate. Grabbing her hips, I plunged back in, the angle deeper, hitting her G-spot with every thrust.
The slap of skin on skin echoed, wet and rhythmic, her ass cheeks rippling under my palms. I spanked her lightly, the crack sharp, and she pushed back, moaning, “Yes, fuck my teen pussy harder!” Her long hair swayed with the motion, and I gathered it in one fist, pulling just enough to arch her back. The view was pornographic—her curvy form rocking, medium tits swinging beneath her. Sweat beaded on her skin, trickling down her spine, and I leaned over, licking it off, tasting the salt. Her scent was everywhere, pussy and sweat mingling, driving me wild.
We shifted again, her guiding me onto my side for side fuck, spooning tight on the bed. My cock slid back in from behind, one hand snaking around to rub her clit—swollen and slick under my fingers. She gasped, grinding against me, the intimacy of the position making every sensation sharper. The sheets tangled around our legs, damp with our combined heat, and her moans turned to whimpers, breath hot against my neck. “Jake, oh god, you’re so deep… feels so good in my curvy teen body.”
But Emily wasn’t done pushing boundaries. After a shuddering orgasm ripped through her—her pussy spasming around me, juices squirting a little onto the sheets—she pulled away, eyes gleaming with mischief. “Ever thought about my ass while sniffing those panties?” She reached for the nightstand, grabbing a bottle of lube she’d stashed there—naughty girl. On her back now, legs spread wide, she lubed her tight hole, fingering herself teasingly. My big cock throbbed at the sight, and I positioned between her thighs for missionary anal, the forbidden thrill making my pulse race.
Slowly, carefully, I pressed the head against her puckered entrance. She was so tight, resisting at first, but with a push and her relaxing breaths, I sank in. “Fuck, yes… give me that big cock in my ass,” she hissed, her voice laced with lust. The sensation was intense—hotter, tighter than her pussy, gripping me like nothing else. I started thrusting gently, building speed, her natural tits bouncing with each motion. Her hand flew to her clit, rubbing furiously, the dual pleasure making her writhe. The room smelled of lube and sex, slick sounds filling the air as I pounded deeper.
Emily’s long straight hair fanned out on the pillow, her brunette locks sticking to her sweaty forehead. She locked eyes with me, biting her lip. “Harder, Jake. Fuck my teen ass like you mean it.” I obliged, hips snapping forward, the bedframe rattling. Her moans escalated, raw and desperate, mixing with my grunts. I leaned down, capturing her mouth in a sloppy kiss, tongues battling as I felt her body tense again. But she wanted more variety—pushing me back, she straddled me reverse cowgirl, impaling her ass on my cock once more.
From this angle, her big ass was a masterpiece, cheeks spreading as she rode me, up and down, the lube making everything glide smoothly. I watched, mesmerized, reaching around to finger her pussy, feeling it clench emptily. “You’re such a dirty teen porno slut,” I groaned, the words spilling out in the heat. She laughed breathlessly, grinding harder, her curvy form glistening with sweat. The sounds were filthy—squishes from her ass, her fingers joining mine on her clit, wet and frantic.
We flipped to oral again, her on top in a 69, her pussy hovering over my face. I dove in, tongue lapping at her folds, tasting her tangy sweetness while she deepthroated my cock, gagging and slurping. Her thighs quivered around my head, the scent of her arousal overwhelming, musky and addictive. She ground against my mouth, moaning around my shaft, vibrations sending shocks through me. “Eat my young teen pussy,” she demanded, and I did, sucking her clit until she bucked wildly.
Back to missionary, but this time in her pussy, my cock sliding home easily now, slick from everything. Her legs wrapped around my waist, pulling me deep, nails raking my back. The buildup was intense, our bodies slick and sliding, every thrust building that coil in my gut. Emily’s medium tits pressed against my chest, nipples hard points, her long hair tangling with mine. “Cum inside me, Jake… fill your stepsister’s curvy teen cunt,” she begged, her voice breaking.
I pounded harder, the room a symphony of flesh on flesh, moans and gasps. She came again, walls milking me, and I held back, flipping her for one more round of doggystyle, this time alternating—thrusting into her pussy, then pulling out to tease her ass. Her big ass jiggled with every slap, and she pushed back greedily, demanding more. The air was thick, humid with our lust, scents of cum and sweat blending into something primal.
Emily glanced over her shoulder, eyes dark with need. “Don’t stop… I want all of you, every teen porn fantasy.” I gripped her hips tighter, driving in deep, the friction building to an unbearable peak. Her straight hair swung wildly, and she reached back, spreading her cheeks for me, inviting whatever came next.