Sister Trap

In the dim morning haze, petite 18-year-old Paige hovers outside the bathroom door, her skimpy PJs clinging to her lithe frame, towel slung over her shoulder. 'Hurry up, Chase, I'll miss school,' she pleads, rapping the door sharply. Silence stretches, taut as a wire. She raises her fist again—door flies open. Her knuckles graze the slick, bare pecs of her stepbrother Chase, water sluicing down his toned body, towel gripped low at his hips. 'Whoa, easy, sis,' he smirks, snagging her wrist, peeling it off his damp skin. His fingers linger, possessive; she twists free with a huff, cheeks flushing hot. 'All yours, little stepsis,' he drawls, but plants himself firm, blocking the threshold. She growls, darting to slip by—he shifts, a wall of muscle and mischief. 'Ugh, Chase, stop!' Frustration cracks her voice. He taunts, 'C'mon, fresh 18 and still a scrawny thing? Can't shove your big bro aside?' She shoves harder; he feints, towel 'accidentally' tumbling free. There it stands—his thick cock, rigid and throbbing, jutting proud. 'Oops, clumsy girl, see what you unleashed?' He grins wickedly, unmoving, the air thick with forbidden heat.