My Stepmom Is a Vampire
Copyright© 2025 by Vamp
Chapter 5: BJ By Stepsister
Viviane opened his shirt, one button at a time, slow and teasing. Her lips trailing down his chest, kissing, licking, nibbling at the dips between his abs.
He flinched when her teeth scraped him. She almost bit, just enough to make him twitch.
Seamus grabbed her waist, fingers digging into her skin. “Calm down, Viviane. I’m not going anywhere.”
She smirked, all hunger and fire. “Mmh ... I love it when you say my name like that. Viviane.” She whispered it like a prayer.
“It sounds so crisp, so fucking hot in your voice, like you’re commanding me.”
She giggled, hand sliding down his chest, brushing just above his groin. A faint trail of hair led her down, and she stopped right at the edge.
“I wonder if your junior agrees with me.”
She bit her lip, slowly stripping off her dress. Behind that simple dress was her beautiful curved body, no bra, no shame.
Her breasts were perky, nipples already hard like they were begging for his mouth. She looked him dead in the eye, full of lust.
“I’m not wearing anything tonight behind my dress. Not when it’s my first time fucking my stepbrother.”
Seamus’s throat bobbed as he swallowed hard. Their thing had only been going for a month, but it was already twisted, emotionally fucked and physically addicting.
They’d lost count of how many times they’d had sex, but somehow, every time it got nastier and hotter. She always knew how to rile him up, how to make him need her.
It was fucked up. But god, they both liked it that way.
“Hah ... nothing at all?” His eyes trailed down her body, then locked on her soaked pussy. “You really are a slut for your stepbrother, huh?”
“Say it louder,” Viviane laughed, wild and shameless. “You know the answer.”
Seamus moved fast, his hands grabbing those perfect tits, twisting her pink nipples until her back arched and she gasped.
“Mmh~ You’re impatient too, aren’t you, brother?” she grinned, rubbing the bulge in his pants.
He was already rock hard, twitching under her touch. “I am,” he growled. “So let’s fucking start.”
Viviane dropped down, her hands tugging at his pants and underwear. The moment it was all gone, his cock sprang free, thick, veiny, dripping at the tip.
She stared like she hadn’t just sucked him off yesterday. Like it was new, like she craved it again.
“Come on, Sister, show me your skill.”
Viviane grinned, she licked along the shaft, slow and filthy, letting her spit coat it from top to base. He groaned, head falling back, the way she tasted him like he was dessert.
“Shit ... you’re wetting it nice, huh?”
Viviane didn’t answer. She held his shaft with one hand, slowly stroking the base while her mouth worked the top.
Her tongue swirled over the tip again and again, flicking that sensitive spot right under the crown, watching his stomach clench with every hit.
Then she took more, deeper this time. She gagged around it, tears pricking her eyes, but she didn’t stop. Her lips stretched around his thickness, her throat clenching, spit dripping messily down the shaft.
Her eyes rolled back, like she was fucking addicted to it.
“Holy shit...”
Seamus murmured, her muscle throat was pulsating on his shaft like a pussy. It was wet, warm, and fucking good.