But Like, Stepbro!

Emily looked down the hallway. Lamont always slept in on Wednesdays, that fucker. And here she was, pure and blonde and innocent, and blah blah blah. She dropped a softball on the floor, making a loud noise. Then she went over to her window, opening it and leaning way out.

"The fuck you doing?" Lamont said gruffly. Wednesdays were his day off, and the last thing he needed was his dumb ditz of a stepsister waking him up for some bullshit.

The 'stepbrother' moniker was certainly stretched here, he thought. After all, they weren't raised together. Lamont was far older than she was, having been almost in his twenties while she was still a child. Yet here she was, 20 and constantly bothering him in a way that he dimly perceived passed as flirting. Today she was showing a little desperation, her tight white ass bent way over, half her body out the window, trying to reach for something nonexistent.

"Stepbro! Help, I dropped my journal!" Emily said in mock stress.

"Bitch, we're on the second floor," Lamont said wearily.

"Well, c'mere then," Emily said, adopting a more seductive tone. Lamont chuckled, pausing for a long moment. They weren't actually related, more just a quirk of fate than anything else. Besides, her tight ass, while a bit Karen-ish, did look good. He approached her looking at her ass for a long minute.

"Like, stepbro, are you going to help me or no?" Emily asked, pouting. He paused for a moment, rubbing his hands across her ass. She shivered, her skin goosebumping. She felt a longer pause, and heard his jeans fall to the floor noisily. Then she felt his cock. That huge, glorious cock.

He snorted like a bull, tugging her pajamas off, exposing her tight, pert ass. He swatted it a few times.

"Stepbro!" Emily said chirpily. "Stop teasing." He disregarded her, rubbing her sex, half her body still hanging out the window. He reached around, and she could feel him rooting around against her slick, shaven sex. He muttered approvingly, lowering his haunches somewhat. She could feel the cock pulsing heavily as it twitched, then pushing inside her, her smooth cuntwalls gripping it tightly.

"Fuckkkk bitch," he said loudly. LaDonna and Elizabeth were out, there was no need for false modest in this moment. He started to pound her, leaving her hanging over the window sill. Luckily for them, the rest of the hood slept in later than Lamont, and there was no audience to see the frisky blonde getting taken by the older Black man. Finally, he came into the white bitch, grunting loudly, holding her hips firmly as he spent himself into her protected pussy.

"Oh, Stepbro," Emily practically purred.