Teaching Something new to Step Sister

"Something like this."

He said, with the kind of theatrical flair that belonged on a stage—or maybe a poorly rehearsed porno.

Before she could process what was happening, he made a grand show of stumbling forward. Her instincts kicked in, arms shooting out to catch him, but instead of stopping short like a normal person, he went full steam ahead—his face landing squarely between her boobs like they were the promised land.

"Eek!"

Nadia squealed, her entire body jolting as she felt his head nestled firmly in her cleavage. The audacity! His face was nuzzling her chest, shamelessly rubbing side to side like a man trying to warm his cheeks on a frosty morning.

"Oh, good lady, forgive me. I seem to have… fallen. Such clumsiness is unbecoming."

He murmured, voice muffled as he took a dramatic inhale. 

Her mind short-circuited.

'Did this bitch just sniff my boobs?!'

Her body betrayed her mortified brain, a tiny chuckle slipping out despite herself.

"Oh no, good sir," she replied, somehow matching his ridiculous tone, "there's no need to apologize. You just… tripped, right?"

He gripped her hips for balance—or so he'd claim later—and lifted his head just enough to meet her eyes, a mischievous smirk tugging at his lips.

"But my lady," he said, his voice dripping with fake regret, "it was entirely my fault. I was not looking where I was going, and now I've caused… such an incident."

Her cheeks flushed crimson, but she couldn't stop herself from responding, her arms instinctively tightening around his head.

"N-no, really, it's fine. Accidents happen."

"Well then," he said, as though coming to a resolution, "I'll just remove my—oh no! I fell again!"

And just like that, he dove back in, his face disappearing deeper into her cleavage with the enthusiasm of a man discovering buried treasure.

Nadia gasped again, her hands twitching as she contemplated whether to push him away or… not.

"I'm beginning to think," he murmured, his words vibrating against her chest, "that this spot is my new home."

"You're ridiculous!"

She half-laughed, half-scolded, her heart pounding as heat spread through her body.

"And yet, here I am."

He quipped, lifting his head just slightly to flash her that devilish grin before diving right back in.

"Mmmhh…"

She moaned, her body betraying every ounce of self-restraint she thought she had. Her pussy was practically throwing a rave, twitching violently as his nose stayed buried in her cleavage like it was a goddamn treasure map.

"Ah... y-yes, this was... an accident..."

She stammered, her voice betraying how much she didn't want it to end.

"I can't move, my lady. I'm so sorry."

He mumbled, his lips still pressed against the smooth curve of her chest, the words vibrating against her skin like a forbidden melody.

"It's okay… you can stay there."

She cooed, her fingers threading through his hair, tugging gently like she was testing just how much she could control this "accident."

'Gods… I want him to do more…'

Her thoughts spiraled, bouncing between shame and wanton desire faster than a drunk sparrow on a windy day.

'I'm such a whore. But… but this feels so fucking good. Chen's boring ass never made me feel like this. This is so wrong… but this is exactly what I wanted.'

Her mind and body were waging war, but her body was clearly winning. It wasn't even close.

'My mind is telling me no… but my body… fuck, my body is telling it needs more attentions from him.'

Her focus shattered as his warm breath ghosted over her skin, his tongue darting out to trace the sweaty valley of her cleavage, dragging along the curve like he was savoring every drop of her.

"Oh… ah…"

She gasped, her fingers tightening in his hair as her body shuddered under the deliciously sinful sensations.

"You have such a nice and warm body, my lady."

He murmured, his voice oozing enough smugness to butter toast.

"T-thank you... Y-you can take your head away. Y-you don't need to keep it here."

She whispered, trying—and failing miserably—to sound composed while her brain was busy short-circuiting.

"Heh heh... See that..."

He chuckled, finally pulling his head from her cleavage, leaving her feeling oddly empty, like a fridge with only a half-eaten yogurt.

"You wanna know the next trick?"

He teased, the wicked glint in his eyes practically screaming trouble incoming.

"Next trick? There's more?"

She asked, genuinely surprised—and maybe a little too eager.

"Of course there is. It's like a magic show. If you get the trick right, you get rewarded. If not, well... then it's punishment."

"Rewards and punishment...? How do you get rewarded?"

She asked, her voice shaky but her curiosity blatantly winning over her sense of shame.

"Hmm... like this."

Before she could even blink, he swept his leg under her like some bootleg martial artist, sending her yelping as she tumbled backward.

But instead of hitting the floor, she found herself cradled in his arms. His hand, oh-so-conveniently, had slid under her armpit and landed squarely on her boob, cupping it like he was holding the Holy Grail.

"Oh, my lady. Are you alright?"

He asked, the playful grin on his face making it abundantly clear he wasn't remotely sorry.

"Ha ha ha… Oh no, looks like I've fallen. How clumsy of me..."

She giggled breathlessly, her cheeks blazing red.

"Seems like you, good sir, caught me... with an iron grip."

She added, glancing down at his hand, which was clearly enjoying its front-row seat to her assets.

"Well, can't let a delicate lady like you hit the ground."

He quipped, squeezing lightly for emphasis.

"Safety first, right?"

She bit her lip, trying to suppress a laugh—or maybe a moan.

"But sir, am I not heavy? You might not be able to hold me."

She stammered, trying to sound modest but failing miserably as she bit her lip.

"Oh, don't worry, my lady. I've been training my whole life for moments like this. Behold!"

He declared with theatrical flair before sweeping her up in his arms, bridal style, like some overconfident gym bro showing off at the squat rack.

"Waah!"

She yelped, caught completely off guard. Her feet dangled helplessly, her blush spreading faster than gossip at a tea party.

"See? Told you. You're lighter than a feather. Or maybe I'm just that fucking strong."

"Y-you are strong."

She admitted, her voice trembling. And not just from the lift—no, her body was betraying her worse than a double agent.

Her mind raced.

'Why does this feel so... good? He's shameless. Blunt. But gods, he makes me feel alive. Sexy. Desirable. Like my body isn't some forgotten relic of marriage neglect.'

Her breathing quickened as his hands adjusted their grip, one hand securely around her thighs while the other—oh, sweet heavens above—seemed to have accidentally found itself kneading her chest like it was dough in a bakery. His fingers teased her nipples, the light pinches sending electric shivers down her spine.

"Now, my lady," he said, his tone dripping with mischief, "I'm going to gently place you down so I can inspect your body... for any potential injuries, of course."

He smiled, a devastatingly charming smile that could probably sell sand in a desert. She swore her knees were about to give out on the spot.

"Y-yes... yes, please," she stammered, her words tumbling out in a rush. "Take a thorough look at my... my body."

She barely registered how suggestive she sounded, her voice quivering with anticipation. He raised an eyebrow, his grin deepening as if her unintentional innuendo was a prize in and of itself.

'Oh, gods, I'm doomed.'

She thought, her body buzzing.