Showering With My Step-Sister

Jake bolted for the bathroom first but Lacy cut him off at the door. Too late. He shoved his way inside anyway, dead set on water. She hissed she'd scream, told him dad would lose his shit if Jake caught her naked. He didn't blink. When she dropped her towel, so did he—six thick inches swinging heavy between his legs. She froze, then sank to her knees like gravity gave her no choice, lips parting wide around him. His hips snapped forward just as the doorknob turned. Cyrus stood ten feet away. Lacy stayed on her knees, mouth stuffed, spit dripping off her chin, and didn't miss a beat. Cyrus searched, called her name, never thought to check the running water. The second the door clicked shut she jerked back, gasping, while Jake yanked her up, bent her over the sink, and buried his tongue in her soaked cunt. She clawed the counter. When he finally hauled her legs around his waist and drove that thick cock straight into her dripping hole, the slap of skin echoed off tile. He fucked her standing, then perched on the closed lid, thighs spread wide over his lap, water spraying their writhing bodies. When his balls tightened he ripped free, shoved her to the floor, fist knotted in wet hair. Lacy's tongue was already out when the door slammed open again—Cyrus silhouetted, eyes widening, just in time to watch Jake paint his daughter's face white with thick, hot ropes.