Morning sunlight crept through the narrow garage window, casting warm stripes across the fogged-up SUV interior where my big blood-unrelated step-sister Neha and I had spent the night. I woke slowly, my cock still buried balls-deep inside her scalding, creamy pussy—her tight walls gripping me even in sleep, a thick slurry of our mixed cum from hours of fucking plugging her full and leaking slowly around my shaft onto the leather seat. My morning erection surged inevitably, swelling thicker and harder inside her, stretching her velvety channel until she stirred with a soft, needy whimper.
Neha's dark eyes fluttered open, feeling me throb deep in her core. She bit her full lip, a possessive gleam sparking as she clenched deliberately around my length. "Hmm… go ahead, husband," she murmured huskily, voice thick with sleep and lust. "Fuck your big step-sister's pussy. I need it."
I nodded, groaning low, and started moving slow—long, deliberate thrusts that dragged my veiny shaft through her soaked, cum-filled heat. Obscene wet squelches filled the confined space immediately, her overflowing juices and last night's loads churning into a frothy mess that coated my balls and dripped in thick strands down her ass crack. The garage smelled heavily of raw sex—musky pussy, salty cum, sweat-soaked skin—as I built speed, pounding harder, the SUV rocking again on its suspension.
Neha moaned uncontrollably—"Ahh! Ahh! Ahh! Fuck! Fuck! Yes! Yes!"—her eyes glazing over with heart-shaped adoration, wild and possessive as she clawed my shoulders. "I love you, husband… fuck me hard! Breed your big step-sister!" Her massive tits bounced wildly with every slam, dark nipples grazing my chest, her big ass rippling against my thighs as wet slaps echoed loudly off the concrete walls.
The tension snapped in a blinding rush—we came simultaneously, her cunt spasming violently around my cock in milking waves, squirting fresh hot floods that mixed with the leaking cum; my shaft pulsing thick ropes deep inside her, filling her womb until it overflowed even more. We collapsed panting, chests heaving together, sweat-slick bodies trembling as her eyes locked on mine—brimming with raw love and insatiable lust.
Neha pouted possessively, clenching to keep me inside. "Do you have to remove your cock from my pussy, husband? Hmm?"
I kissed her forehead lovingly, voice rough. "Come on, wife… I'm starving. I need breakfast."
She sighed dramatically but smiled, lifting her lush ass slowly. My spent cock slipped free with a lewd pop, unleashing a gush of our combined cum—like a creamy waterfall—pouring from her gaping, pink pussy lips onto the seat and her thighs in thick rivulets. Neha settled beside me, legs still spread, cum dripping steadily, and traced a finger down my chest. "But you have to feed me breakfast yourself, husband. Every bite."
I nodded, grinning. "Deal." My cock already twitched semi-hard again at the thought. "Come on—let's go take a shower first. You can bend over, and I'll fuck you doggy style in the shower, deep and hard."
Her eyes lit up with fresh hunger. We slipped out of the car naked, cum still leaking down her legs, and padded hand-in-hand into the quiet house, the promise of more filthy pleasure already thickening the air
We stepped into the steaming master bathroom, the cool marble tiles a shock against our bare feet after the warm garage air. I turned on the rain shower, hot water cascading down like a monsoon pour, filling the space with thick steam and the sharp scent of eucalyptus body wash. My big blood-unrelated step-sister Neha stood under the spray first, water sluicing over her voluptuous curves—rivulets tracing down her massive breasts, dripping from her stiff dark nipples, running in streams over her wide hips and the lush swell of her big ass, washing away the dried cum streaks on her thighs.
I grabbed the soap and lathered my hands, starting slow and reverent—rubbing every inch of her golden skin, fingers gliding over her soft belly, up to cup and knead her heavy tits, thumbs circling her sensitive nipples until they pebbled harder. She arched into my touch with a throaty sigh. I moved lower, soaping her big ass cheeks, spreading them to clean the sticky mess leaking from her pink, freshly-fucked pussy, my fingers teasing her swollen lips until she whimpered. Then I dropped to my knees like a starving baby, latching onto one breast—sucking greedily, tongue swirling around the hard peak, tasting clean water and faint salt as I nursed hungrily while pinching the other nipple. "Ahh… ahh… ahh… yes, just like that, husband," Neha moaned, fingers tangling in my wet hair, her body trembling as arousal rebuilt fast, fresh nectar mixing with the shower water dripping from her cunt.
I couldn't wait anymore. I stood, spun her around, and bent her over—hands braced on the tiled wall, big ass presented like an offering, water pounding down her back. My cock—rock-hard and veiny again—throbbed at the sight of her gaping, creamy hole. I gripped her wide hips firmly, aligned my swollen head, and pushed in slow—one thick inch at a time until I bottomed out balls-deep in her scalding, velvety heat. She gasped sharply, walls clenching around me like a vice. I held still at first, savoring the pulse of her pussy milking me, the hot water drumming on our joined bodies.
Then I started moving—deep, rhythmic thrusts that built to a punishing pace, my thighs slapping wetly against her jiggling ass cheeks with every drive. The bathroom echoed with obscene sounds: the loud, fleshy smacks of skin on skin, the squelch of her soaked cunt gripping and releasing my shaft, shower water splashing everywhere. Neha turned into a moaning slut—"Yes! Yes! Yes! Fuck me, husband! Fuck your big step-sister's pussy hard!"—her voice echoing off the tiles as she pushed back greedily, ass rippling with each impact, tits swinging wildly beneath her.
The steam thickened with the musky scent of fresh sex, tension coiling unbearably until we shattered simultaneously—her cunt spasming in violent waves, squirting hot jets around my cock that mixed with the shower spray; my balls tightening as I flooded her depths with thick, pulsing ropes of cum. Neha's moans turned to a broken cry, her body going limp as overwhelming pleasure made her literally pass out, knees buckling.
I caught her precious body before she fell—my big step-sister, the love of my life—cradling her like fragile treasure against my chest. I turned off the water, wrapped her in a fluffy towel, and carried her dripping form to the bedroom, laying her gently on the fresh sheets. She looked so peaceful sleeping, lips parted, curves glowing, a faint smile on her face as cum slowly leaked from her well-used pussy onto the bed.
Satisfied and tender, I kissed her forehead, then pulled on shorts and sat at my desk. The house was quiet except for faint sounds from downstairs—perhaps step-mom Priya stirring. I opened my notebook, the lingering scent of sex and soap in the air, and started writing my pending university homework, mind clear and body sated.