Ryan was welcomed by Vicky with a friendly peck on the cheek in the hallway of the house where their parents had been living together for three months now. Ryan, the only child of Emily, and Vicky, the sole offspring of Edward, had always dreamed of having siblings. When they first met at their parents’ wedding, they were just a touch wary of each other. But after some cautious banter, they hit it off splendidly. Both were thrilled at the thought of no longer being the sole focus of their respective households.
In the time they’d known each other, they’d been out for coffee five times, wine twice, caught a film once, and even done yoga together three times. Today was another yoga day, and Vicky was already dressed for it—snug, cropped leggings and a matching top that clung to her figure like a second skin.
Ryan couldn’t help himself—his eyes kept drifting to her. He was used to seeing her in loose, laid-back clothes, her usual style, so he’d never really noticed how sensational her figure was. Now, though, his cheeks flamed as he realised she wasn’t wearing a bra. Her ample chest and perfectly taut nipples were impossible to ignore under the thin fabric. To make matters worse, she wasn’t wearing knickers either, and her clingy leggings barely covered her curves. When she turned, the unmistakable outline of her camel toe left him utterly speechless. He quickly averted his gaze, but the image was seared into his mind.
“I’ve got a cracking idea,” she announced cheerily as they strolled toward the back of the house. “Ever heard of Bikram yoga? I’ve been dying to try it. I’ve already fired up the sauna. Fair warning—it gets bloody hot, so your usual multi-layer look isn’t going to work. Get changed and meet me inside!”
It took Ryan nearly twenty minutes before he finally worked up the nerve to push open the thick wooden door and step into the steaming hot sauna.
“Well, it’s about bloody time,” she growled, though a teasing smile quickly softened her face. “I was starting to think you were going to leave me here to melt into a puddle. Right, let’s begin—”
She cut herself off mid-sentence, her eyes flicking over him from head to toe. With an unimpressed shake of her head, she let out a dramatic sigh.
“Have you completely lost the plot? You’ll roast alive in those sweatpants! Off with them, or you’ll be cooked before we’ve even started.”
Her laughter echoed around the sauna as she gave him a look that was both playful and expectant. Ryan hesitated, watching her closely, searching for any sign that she might be trying to flirt or deliberately test his limits. But her expression seemed entirely genuine, almost oblivious to the awkwardness of the situation.
Of course, he knew she was right. Staying dressed like this was a surefire way to overheat in minutes, and their workout would be over before it had even begun. Besides, they were step-siblings. There was no reason to feel uncomfortable. He just needed to get a grip. This was family, not some gorgeous young woman standing before him.
With that thought firmly in mind, he pulled off his sweatpants and flung them towards the door, standing there in nothing but his black boxers.
“Right, let’s crack on,” he said with a smile, trying to seem casual. She nodded, clearly pleased, and pressed play on the music.
Ryan positioned himself beside her, trying to focus on anything but the slow drip of sweat tracing down the wood of the sauna bench. She shifted effortlessly into the first pose, her movements fluid and deliberate, like she had all the time in the world.
Staring determinedly ahead, Ryan cleared his throat. “Just, er… describe what you’re doing, and I’ll follow along,” he muttered, his voice steady, though his mind was anything but.
A soft laugh escaped her lips, playful and light. “What’s with you today? You’re supposed to watch me and copy what I’m doing. That’s how it works, genius.”
Ryan let out a sharp breath, willing himself to focus. He wasn’t some hormone-riddled sixteen-year-old anymore, for heaven’s sake. He could keep it together. It was just yoga. With his stepsister. No big deal.
He finally turned to her, trying to channel every ounce of self-control. She was already in position, standing tall with her feet hip-width apart, eyes closed, and her posture serene. Her arms rested loosely by her sides, palms facing forward, her shoulders rolled back like she owned the space. Everything about her screamed calm and control.
Vicky was so close that he could have taken two steps and touched her. She still had her eyes closed and he was blatantly checking out her body, not moving himself. Her full, round breasts were gorgeous, just to take them in the palm of his hand. Her nipples were completely hard in the heat. Even worse was the sight of her lap. She’d already managed to work up a sweat, and the thin, stretchy fabric of her mini-leggings clung to her body like a second skin, and he had an unobstructed, albeit very arousing, view of the outline of her labia.
He closed his eyes and tried to force himself to the fact that she was taboo to him. Forever. He must never even touch her. Today, tomorrow, a year from now. Never. The thought was frustrating, but more than that, he couldn’t accept it.
She, meanwhile, had moved on to the next position. Her eyes were still closed and her breathing had increased, making the whole situation even more complicated for him. “Now we’re going to shift into Cat-Cow position,” she said. In doing so, she leaned forward and now had her head very close to his lap. He gritted his teeth, turned to avoid her body and leaned forward. He realised he was barely catching his breath and if he wasn’t going to pass out, he really needed to start focusing on the exercise or leave. There was no third option.
In the confined space of the sauna, their prone bodies were very close together. Ryan was intensely aware of her, but so far he was managing to control himself. If she was also aware of the tense situation, she didn’t show it.
With a slow, supple movement, Vicky straightened up, and he did so as well. Then she rolled over so her back was to him and he realized that she was making room for another position. When he realized which it would be, he groaned inwardly. Only by then she had already bent deeply until her hands touched the ground, making her perfect ass pop out at him, and what’s more, he could completely see the outline of her sweaty pussy lips and all his control was gone. An insistent erection rose in his boxers. To hide it, he also leaned forward and touched the floor.
Thinking that in this position, with Vicky not dangerously in front of him but beside him, his self-control would return, he looked at her.
“Shit,” he growled.
Not only did his erection have no chance to dampen in this position, it got even harder. Bending forward, Vicky’s huge breasts sagged outward and fell from her cleavage. So whereas just seconds ago Ryan had been fighting the inappropriate sight of her pussy, however at least covered by a miniature, thin cloth, now his breasts were bared in front of him with hard, dark nipples.
The unbearable heat made Ryan’s head spin. He tried to stand, but had to take a quick step back to regain his balance. She noticed, standing up to catch him, concern in her eyes. Except that all her half-brother could see was her naked, big, sexy breasts, still peeking out from her giant cleavage.
She noticed his gaze, followed it, and noticed her exposed breasts. Only at that moment, there was something else in her field of vision. She finally noticed Ryan’s unmissable erection.
“Sorry,” he said, embarrassed.
“I… I just wanted to…” she said, her eyes darting away. “I just wanted to practice…”
He put both hands on his lap to at least try to hide his inappropriate arousal, and she looked into his eyes. For the first time, she noticed that her half-brother was indeed a handsome man. She knew her thoughts weren’t entirely clear, her breathing was rapid, her body slick with sweat, an excitement that could have stemmed from hot yoga as much as the fact that she was simply sexually aroused.
The only way to find out.
She stepped closer to him and kissed him on the lips. Tenderly, gently. He looked at her in surprise. He uncrossed his arms, which were crossed at his lower abdomen, so that his 11-inch penis bulged back under the thin fabric of his boxers, and as if to make his presence known, he poked Vicky in the belly.
She laughed.
He laughed too.
She put her hand on his penis and kneaded it gently. Without thinking, Ryan grabbed the bottom of her top and pulled it off. Her sweaty breasts and stiff nipples jumped into his palm and he cupped them. At that moment, his half-sister was already pulling down his boxers. Her formerly gentle, supple movements now became faster, more urgent.
With a swift movement, Ryan yanked down her short leggings and pinned her to the hot bench.
Without foreplay, without hesitation, he shoved his hard cock into her pussy and they both sighed in pleasure. Their sweaty bodies slid against each other, their already rapid breathing causing them both to go wild with excitement. The yoga and heat relaxed her body causing her vagina to be very stretched, thankfully it didn’t matter at all. Ryan’s cock was huge, for a moment she felt like she couldn’t take it inside her, but he gave her no choice.
He thrust hard, kneading her breasts as he did so. He realized in time that his own arousal was rising too fast and it was costing him all his self-denial, but he was able to pull his big hard cock out.
Her eyes opened with excitement, surprise in them. Disappointment.
He smiled and winked at her in amusement.
Then he knelt on the hot floor, put both hands on her knees as far apart as he could, and leaned his head into her lap. Then he grabbed her knees and pulled her closer to him so that she slid down, her ass now on the edge of the bench and her naked, fragrant and completely wet pussy opened up gloriously for him.
First Ryan took his half-sister’s clit between his lips and sucked it in. She staggered beneath him and a loud moan escaped her lips. With the fingers of both hands, he parted her vagina and used both thumbs to gently tease the edge of her labia while he tickled her labia. She bucked her hips to meet him, her rapid breathing full of moans and incoherent words. He didn’t perceive the words, he sensed her desire, and he moved both thumbs closer, almost letting them enter her heaving pussy, but only almost.
He continued like this for several minutes, by which time her cries of pleasure must have awakened the neighbors, but he didn’t care. They were alone in the whole house. Finally, as she had asked him to do, as she had begged him to do, his lips moved a tiny bit lower and his tongue penetrated her vagina. Eating her pussy was passionate, she tasted so good, he couldn’t get enough of her juices.
He played with her wet pussy with his lips and tongue, caressing and sucking her until her loud expressions of passion finally escalated into a loud, orgasmic roar and Ryan brought Vicky to the gates of supreme pleasure.
She held still for several seconds while he tenderly gave her a kiss, first on her left inner thigh, then on her right.
“Now it’s your turn,” she said.
She sat upright on the bench and waited for him to stand in front of her. Then a mischievous look appeared in her glittering eyes and she leaned forward and took his giant cock into her mouth. She’d never seen a dick that big before. She had to really open her mouth a lot, and still only the head of his cock fit in her mouth, so she gently gripped it with both hands to massage the entire length of it. From the grunting sounds she heard above her, she knew she was doing it right. This was the way he liked it.
“Warn me when you are,” she murmured, her mouth full.
“Hmmm,” he grunted. “Where can I cum?”
His half-sister lifted her head, looked him in the eye and said, “Where would you think?” Then she smiled and added “Just tell me when you are going to cum, that’s all.”
Then she busily set to work again. She sucked his cock, sucked his balls. She played with him. In the unbearable heat, they were both so wet, so sweaty, so hot, that they didn’t have time to fully realize that they had just had sex with their sibling. Their brains were dulled, all that would come later. Shame. The guilt.
Right now, though, Vicky’s mouth was as open as she could manage, Ryan’s giant cock in that mouth, both her palms resting on the root of the erect giant member, and into it he grunted, “I think…”
Before he could finish, the first load of hot cum was in her mouth. She twisted her head a little, but not too much, this way the hard and squirting cock was still in her mouth, but the next batch of cum no longer hit her tonsils directly, but ended up on her tongue.
Ryan started to shake, but his excited grunting stopped.
Vicky closed her mouth, leaned back and looked into his eyes. She smiled. Then she swallowed. She let her half-brother’s cum slide in and they both started laughing.
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