Pt. 2 stepbro sniffs my panties and I [f22] had to punish him with kicks in his balls

God, I still can’t believe how fast things escalated after that laundry room thing last week.

It had been exactly seven days since I caught Ryan with my panties and ended up kicking him until he came hands-free like the pathetic little freak he is. We hadn’t really talked about it since just awkward glances at dinner and him blushing every time I walked past in shorts. But I could tell he was thinking about it nonstop. And honestly? So was I.

The way he got harder with every kick, the way he apologized but kept leaking… it did something to me. I wanted to see how far I could push it.

I got home from the gym around 4 pm still dripping with sweat. Leg day had been brutal and my thighs were burning, my sports bra was soaked, and my tiny gym shorts were clinging to me in the grossest and yet kinda sexy way. My panties underneath? Absolutely drenched. I could smell myself the second I walked through the door, that warm, musky post-workout scent. Perfect.

Ryan’s door was cracked open. I could hear him playing some video game in there alone. I didn’t knock. I just pushed it open and stepped inside, still in my sweaty gym clothes, ponytail messy and my skin glistening.

He looked up from his desk and froze. “Emmy… hey. You’re back early.”

I closed the door behind me and locked it with a soft click. “Yeah. And I’m all sweaty from the gym. Figured it was time we picked up where we left off in the laundry room, don’t you think?”

His eyes went wide. He tried to play it cool but I could already see the bulge forming in his sweatpants. “I… uh… what do you mean?”

I smirked and walked right up to him, peeling my soaked gym shorts down my legs and stepping out of them. My black thong panties were stuck to my pussy, dark with sweat and a little wetter than just from working out. I dangled my ass right in front of his face.

“Sniff them, Ryan. Right now. I want you to smell how nasty I am after the gym. No touching yourself yet.”

He leaned forward like he couldn’t stop himself, nose pressing into the damp fabric. He inhaled deep, his eyes fluttering shut and let out this shaky little moan. “Fuck, Emmy… you smell so good.”

“Gross, right?” I laughed softly, but I was already getting wetter just watching him. “Your little stepsister’s sweaty gym panties and you’re sniffing them like a dog. Pathetic as always .”

I grabbed the back of his head and pushed his face harder into them, making him breathe me in while I kicked off my sneakers. Then I shoved him back onto his bed, climbed up, and straddled his chest.

“Hands behind your head,” I ordered. “You don’t get to stroke until I say so.”

He obeyed instantly, breathing fast. I slid forward until I was sitting right on his face, my sweaty, panty-covered pussy pressed against his mouth and nose. The heat from the gym was still radiating off me.

“Eat it,” I told him, grinding down slowly. “Lick your stepsister’s dirty, sweaty pussy through the panties first. Taste how worked up I got thinking about busting your balls again.”

Ryan groaned loud against me and started licking like he was starving. His tongue pressed flat against the soaked fabric, sucking the sweat and my juices right through it. I could feel him getting harder underneath me, his cock straining against his sweatpants.

I reached back with one hand, yanked his pants down just enough to free his dick, and gave it a couple slow, teasing strokes. “Mmm, already leaking again. Such a good boy.”

Then I started slapping his balls. Not too hard at first …just sharp little smacks with my palm while I rode his face. Each slap made his cock jump in my hand and his tongue work faster.

“Ow… fuck, Emmy,” he mumbled into my pussy, voice muffled. “I’m sorry… I know it’s weird…”

I laughed and slapped them harder, watching them turn pink. “Sorry for what? For getting rock hard while you eat your sweaty stepsister? Or for wanting me to hurt your balls again?”

I pulled my thong to the side and sat down fully, smothering him with my bare, slick pussy. His tongue dove straight in, licking deep and desperate, sucking on my clit while I kept slapping his swollen sack.

The sounds were so filthy. God…the wet lapping mixed with the sharp smack of my hand on his balls.

“Keep going,” I moaned, grinding harder. “And don’t you dare cum yet.”

I kept stroking him lightly, just enough to drive him crazy, while my other hand kept busting his balls in a steady rhythm. Slap… slap… slap. Sometimes I’d cup them and squeeze, sometimes I’d flick them with my fingers. Every time I hurt him he’d moan louder into my pussy and lick even more frantically.

“You like this, don’t you?” I teased with my voice breathy. “Getting your balls beaten while you tongue-fuck my sweaty pussy. You’re such a dirty little masochist.”

I slid one finger down between his cheeks, circling his tight little hole before pushing the tip inside. Ryan’s whole body jerked and he let out this broken whimper right against my clit.

“Oh my god,” I laughed, pushing my finger deeper. “You like that too? Finger in your ass while I slap your balls and ride your face? You’re even more fucked up than I thought.”

I started pumping my finger slowly, curling it just right while I kept slapping his balls harder and faster. His cock was throbbing in my other hand, leaking all over his stomach. I could feel him getting close.

“Don’t stop licking,” I ordered cause my thighs started to shake. “Make me cum and maybe I’ll let you finish.”

I rode his face harder, smothering him completely while my hand worked his balls and my finger fucked his ass.

The combination was too much for him. He started shaking, moaning desperately into my pussy and then he exploded. Thick ropes of cum shooting all over his chest and stomach without me even stroking him anymore. Just pure ball-busting, facesitting and prostate play pushing him over the edge.

I came right after, grinding down on his tongue and flooding his mouth with my juices while I gave his poor balls one last firm slap.

When I finally climbed off, he was a wrecked, panting mess. His face shiny with my sweat and cum, chest covered in his own load, balls bright red and sore.

I wiped my finger on his shirt and smiled down at him sweetly.

“Clean yourself up, loser. And next time I come back from the gym? I expect you to be waiting on your knees with your hands behind your back. Got it?”

Ryan nodded weakly, still catching his breath, that shy, satisfied little smile on his face again.

“Anything you want, Emmy.”