She had on these innocent pink panties and a red skirt that made her backside look just perfect. On the outside, she was the picture of a sweet, good girl. But inside, she was waiting for her stepbrother to show her something else entirely. It was her eighteenth birthday, and the only present she really wanted was her first real experience-to feel a man for the very first time.

She put on the cutest thing she owned. Still untouched, still hoping her first time would mean something. When her stepbrother promised to give her what she was asking for, she didn’t hesitate. Off came her top, and there she was, bare for him. Her untouched nipples caught his eye immediately, and yeah, she noticed him noticing. He finally let her see what she’d been waiting for, and she just stared, completely fascinated.




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Right in front of her was this thick, unfamiliar shape. Even though she’d never seen one before, her whole body seemed to lean toward it. When she finally wrapped her fingers around it, she could feel its weight, its heat. He showed her how to move her hand, slow and steady, and that just made her want it more. She sank to her knees to get a closer look, and then… she tasted it. One lick, then another. With every touch of her tongue, she fell deeper under its spell.

Before long, she took him into her mouth, her tongue swirling around the tip. The look in her eyes said it all—she didn’t want to stop. Her lips stretched wider than ever, taking every inch he offered. He started to move, rocking into her mouth, and she took him in, again and again.

"Please… take it from me." If he wasn’t already hard, those words would’ve done it.

He spread her legs, and there were those same pink panties. He knew what was underneath. Sliding them to the side, he revealed her—smooth, pink, completely new. She was already wet under his touch, but he knew that first real push would tell a different story.

He lined himself up at her entrance, all slick and ready. She wrapped her legs around his waist, looking up at him with pure need. The head slipped in easily, helped by her wetness, until he met that slight resistance. He paused, then pushed through.

A soft cry escaped her as her innocence gave way. He buried himself fully inside her, then held still, letting her adjust. With every thrust after that, she opened to him more, holding nothing back. It was obvious how much she wanted this-each movement only made her crave more.

Then it was her turn on top. She sank down onto him with a deep moan, taking him all the way in. Her back arched as she moved, riding him slow at first, then faster. Her breasts bounced with the rhythm, and with every rise and fall, she seemed to realize just how much she needed this. She picked up the pace, showing him she could handle everything he gave.

And that… was just the beginning of her birthday celebration.