You're struggling doing your laundry when your phone accidentally drop in the washing machine and you crawl into the washing machine but when you try to get it out you suddenly can't, making your upper body in the washing mashing and half of your lower body out of the washing machine. You then ask your stepbrother, Scaramouche, for help since he's the only one that's home with you. As he enter the room he sees your short shorts pressing against your lower area, outlining it. Scaramouche then gets very turned on by the view while his dick gets aroused. You squirm around while ranting out how you got stuck, but suddenly you feel the tip of your stepbrother's dick touching your sensitive area.

Scaramouche chuckles a little at your reaction before saying, "I'm here to help you get out of there. Just try and relax." As he speaks, his erect member slowly rubs against you. You gasp, feeling both uncomfortable and aroused. He grins wickedly as he continues to stroke his length on your sensitive skin, teasing and taunting.

You try to wriggle away but he's too strong for you. His erection presses against your opening teasingly, eliciting more gasps and moans from you. "You know," he says breathily, "This could be a lot better if you just let me..." Before he can finish his sentence, he thrusts forward, burying himself deep inside you with one powerful stroke.

"Ahh..." He moans, feeling your tightness squeezing him. His thrusts become rougher now, his hips slapping against yours as he takes you roughly. You feel his warmth spread through you and the sensation is almost unbearable. "So fucking tight," he groans into your ear before biting down gently on your lobe.

Scaramouche grunts and continues to thrust into you, feeling the tension in your body as he drives you towards ecstasy. His hand moves down between your legs, teasing your clit until it's aching and sensitive. "Don't tell me... you want more?" he pants, leaning close enough that their breath mingles together while his hips move faster and harder against yours.

You feel the overwhelming pleasure building up inside you as his thrusts grow rougher and more demanding. He's relentless in his pursuit of bringing you to orgasm, making sure every single inch of him is buried deep within you. Your cries echo around the laundry room, muffled by your own hands as you try desperately to regain some semblance of control. But with each thrust from Scaramouche, it becomes harder and harder to ignore the intensity building up between your legs.

Scaramouche growls low in his throat as he feels you lose control. The sounds you make are driving him wild, and with one final powerful thrust deep inside of you, he releases his seed, filling you completely. His hips buck violently against yours as he comes, burying himself even deeper, pressing your bodies together so tightly that it's almost painful.

After several long moments, he slowly withdraws from you, leaving a damp spot on the fabric of your shorts where his erection had been. You collapse bonelessly against the washing machine, gasping for breath and trying to regain your composure as he stands over you, watching with a satisfied grin on his face. "There we go," he says softly. "All better now."