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Five Minutes Was All We Had — And My Stepsis Wrecked Me

She shoved me against the dryer, whispered we have got five minutes tops, and suddenly my panties were around my ankles and her tongue was exactly where I needed it. I still can’t walk straight.

Okay, I’m just gonna say it, I just had the filthiest, fastest quickie of my entire life and it was with my step-sister Riley.

Yeah. Her.

The one I’ve been low-key obsessed with since our parents got married when we were teenagers. The one who used to steal my hoodies and roll her eyes at me across the dinner table. The one who’s supposed to be off-limits forever.

We were home alone for maybe ten minutes while Mom and Dad ran to the corner store for milk.

Ten minutes. That’s it.

Riley had come downstairs in those tiny sleep shorts that make her ass look illegal, hair messy from the couch, and she caught me in the laundry room shoving towels into the dryer. I was bent over, humming some dumb song, when she kicked the door shut behind her, flipped the lock, and said, “We doing this or what?”

My stomach dropped. My pussy clenched so hard I actually whimpered. We’d been texting dirty shit for weeks, late-night what if messages that never crossed the line into real life.

But today? Today the line disappeared.

I turned around and she was already on me, hands fisting my tank top, mouth crashing into mine.

No slow build or any sweet kisses. Just teeth and tongue and this desperate little growl she made against my lips that made my knees buckle. “Five minutes, Layla,” she breathed, already shoving my shorts down my thighs. “Make it count.”

God, I still get soaked just remembering how her voice sounded…husky, urgent, like she’d been dying for this as long as I had.

She spun me around again, pressed my hips hard against the warm, rumbling dryer, and dropped to her knees right there on the tile floor. No teasing…no asking.

She yanked my panties to my ankles, spread my legs with both hands, and buried her face between my thighs like she was starving. The first long, flat lick up my slit made me slap a hand over my mouth so I wouldn’t scream.

She was loud though…wet, filthy sounds echoing off the walls while the dryer vibrated against my stomach. I could feel the heat from the machine, smell the fabric softener mixed with how fucking wet I already was.

“Fuck, you taste even better than I imagined,” she muttered, voice muffled against my pussy. Then she sucked my clit between her lips and two fingers slid inside me without warning.

Deepa and perfect. I almost came right then. My thighs shook, one hand gripping the edge of the dryer, the other tangled in her hair, pulling her closer because yes, right there, don’t you dare stop.

She fucked me with her fingers fast and sloppy, curling them against that spot that makes my eyes roll back while her tongue flicked my clit in tight little circles. The dryer was humming louder now, or maybe that was just the blood rushing in my ears. I was dripping down her chin.

I could hear it…wet, obscene noises every time her fingers pumped in and out. She pulled back just long enough to look up at me, lips shiny, eyes dark. “You’re gonna come on my face in under two minutes, aren’t you, baby sis?”

The sis thing hit me like a shock. Wrong but so fucking hot. I nodded frantically, hips grinding against her mouth.

She laughed, low, dirty and dove back in, sucking harder, fingers thrusting faster. I was right on the edge, panting, legs trembling, when she reached up with her free hand and pinched my nipple through my tank top.

Hard and that was it. I came so suddenly I saw stars, biting my lip to keep from moaning her name loud enough for the whole neighborhood to hear. My pussy clenched around her fingers in waves, soaking her hand, and she kept licking me through it, greedy, like she wanted every drop.

But we weren’t done and we had better plans ahead for each other. She stood up, wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, and spun me to face her again. Her eyes were wild. “Your turn. Now.”

I didn’t hesitate. I shoved her shorts down…commando, of course, because Riley’s always been a little reckless and backed her against the washing machine. She hopped up on the edge, legs spread wide, and I dropped to my knees this time.

The tile was cold on my bare skin but I didn’t care. Her pussy was right there, pink and glistening, and I could smell how turned on she was. I licked a slow stripe up her slit just to taste her, then sucked her clit the way she likes…gentle at first, then harder when her hips started bucking.

“Shit, Layla…yes, just like that,” she gasped, one hand in my hair, the other braced on the machine behind her. I slid two fingers inside her, matching the rhythm she’d used on me, curling them, stroking that same spot.

She was so wet my fingers made these loud, slick sounds every time I pumped them in and out. I could feel her thighs tensing around my ears, hear her breathing get all ragged and desperate.

The timer on my phone was ticking in my head, three minutes left, maybe less. I didn’t care. I ate her like I’d never get another chance, tongue flicking her clit, fingers fucking her deep, my free hand sliding up to squeeze her ass and pull her harder against my mouth.

She started grinding on my face, riding my tongue, whispering the filthiest shit I’ve ever heard come out of her mouth. “That’s it, fuck your big sister’s pussy with your tongue… god you’re such a dirty little slut for me…”

I moaned against her and the vibration made her cry out. She was close. I could feel it, the way her walls fluttered around my fingers, the way her thighs started to shake. I sucked her clit harder, curled my fingers faster, and she came with a choked gasp, hips jerking, pussy pulsing around my fingers so hard I thought she might pull them in deeper.

I kept licking her through it, gentler now, until she was whimpering and pushing my head away because it was too much.

We were both panting, sweaty, half-dressed, the laundry room smelling like sex and detergent. Thirty seconds left on our imaginary clock.

She yanked me up, kissed me hard so I could taste both of us on her tongue, and then we were laughing…breathless, giddy, terrified. We wiped ourselves down with a clean towel, yanked our clothes back on, and she smacked my ass once before unlocking the door.

“Next time,” she whispered right against my ear, “we’re taking ten minutes. At least.”

I’m sitting here on the couch now, pretending to scroll on my phone while Mom and Dad put the milk away. Riley’s across the room, legs tucked under her, looking innocent as hell.

But every time our eyes meet I feel it again, that deep, aching throb between my legs. My panties are still damp. My thighs keep pressing together without me meaning to. I can still taste her.

I don’t know what the hell we’re doing. I know it’s risky. I know it’s wrong on paper. But fuck… five minutes with my stepsis just became the hottest memory I’ve ever had, and I’m already counting down until the next time the house is quiet for ten minutes.

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