In the quaint suburbs of Paris, where the Eiffel Tower’s lights twinkled in the distance, lived Alexandre and his younger sister, Elise. Both were adults in their twenties, Alexandre a rugged French entrepreneur with broad shoulders and piercing blue eyes, and Elise a stunning beauty with cascading auburn hair, her body a masterpiece of curves—slender waist, full, firm breasts with pale pink areolas, and hips that swayed with an innate sensuality. Their parents had passed years ago, leaving them to share the family home, a bond that had always been close, perhaps too close. Elise, at 22, had recently returned from university, her presence igniting unspoken desires in Alexandre, 28.
One stormy evening, as rain pelted the windows, Elise lounged on the living room sofa in a silk robe that clung to her lithe form. Alexandre entered, his shirt damp from the downpour, muscles rippling under the fabric. Their eyes met, a spark of forbidden electricity passing between them. ‘Brother, you’ve always protected me,’ Elise whispered, her voice husky. ‘But tonight, I need more.’
Alexandre hesitated, the taboo weighing heavy, but the pull was irresistible. He approached, his hands trembling as he untied her robe, revealing her flawless skin glowing in the dim lamplight. Her breasts heaved with anticipation, nipples hardening into rosy peaks. He cupped them gently, feeling the warmth and firmness, thumbs circling the shallow pink areolas. Elise moaned softly, a melodic sigh that echoed in the room.
They moved to the bedroom, the air thick with the scent of impending rain and their growing arousal. Alexandre stripped, his cock springing free—thick, veined, the purple head swollen and glistening with pre-cum. Elise’s eyes widened at the sight, her own arousal evident in the musky scent wafting from between her thighs. She lay back on the bed, legs parting to reveal her plump, tender labia, glistening with wetness, her clit peeking like a pink pearl.
For the first foreplay, Alexandre knelt between her legs, his breath hot against her skin. He kissed her inner thighs, tasting the salty sweetness of her flesh. His tongue traced her labia, lapping at the slick folds, the flavor a heady mix of tangy arousal. Elise gasped, her fingers tangling in his hair, ‘Oh, Alex, that’s so wrong… but don’t stop.’ He sucked gently on her clit, feeling it swell under his touch, her hips bucking as wet sounds filled the air.
As she neared the edge, he positioned himself behind her for the first union, her on all fours. His cock pressed against her entrance, the head nudging her saturated lips apart. Slowly, he pushed in, inch by inch, her tight, wet heat enveloping him like a velvet glove. The friction was exquisite, her inner walls rippling and contracting around his shaft, the ridges massaging his veins. He bottomed out, his tip kissing her cervix, a deep fusion that made them both groan.
He began thrusting, rhythm slow at first, building to a fervent pace. Each withdrawal dragged along her sensitive folds, each plunge eliciting sloppy, wet slaps and her breathy moans. The scent of their mingled sweat and arousal permeated the room, musky and intoxicating. ‘Sister, you’re so tight for me,’ he growled, the taboo words heightening the thrill.
High tide approached; Elise’s breathing quickened, her vaginal walls fluttering with pre-orgasmic spasms, love juices flooding around him. Then, climax hit—her body convulsed, muscles tensing as her pussy clenched like a fist, squeezing his cock in rhythmic waves. She screamed, a primal cry, as fluids gushed, soaking the sheets. Alexandre followed, his release flooding her depths, the warmth spreading to her cervix in a soul-melding pulse. In the afterglow, her walls gently pulsed around him, their mixed essences sticky and warm, a forbidden satisfaction washing over them.
They lay entwined, whispering sweet taboos, before desire reignited. For the second encounter, Elise straddled him in cowgirl position, her full breasts bouncing as she lowered onto his re-hardened shaft. The insertion was deliberate, her slick labia parting to swallow him whole, inner pleats gripping tightly. She rode him with abandon, grinding her clit against his base, the wet smacks and her whimpers filling the air. The taste of her sweat on his lips was salty, her scent enveloping him.
Thrusts varied—slow grinds to frantic bounces—each movement sending shocks of pleasure. ‘Fuck me, brother, claim what’s yours,’ she urged, the incestuous dialogue fueling the fire. High climax built: her breaths ragged, pussy spasming lightly, then exploding in tremors, contracting fiercely around him, squirting warmth as she wailed. He erupted inside, their union deep, aftershocks of gentle throbs and shared fluids lingering in blissful haze.
Still insatiable, they moved to the bathroom, steam from the shower mingling with their heat. Under the cascading water, beads tracing Elise’s curves, Alexandre pressed her against the tiled wall from behind for the third time. Foreplay was urgent—his fingers delving into her sopping folds, tasting her essence on his digits, a blend of salt and sweetness. ‘I can’t resist you, sis,’ he murmured.
Entering her again, the water lubricated their joining, his cock sliding deep, hammering against her cervix with each thrust. The sounds were amplified—wet flesh slapping, her ecstatic cries echoing off the walls. Scents of soap mixed with their raw musk. Rhythm escalated from teasing probes to pounding fury, her body yielding completely.
Orgasm crescendoed: precursors of labored gasps and increasing wetness, peaking in violent shudders, her vagina milking him with iron grip, waves of ecstasy crashing as she climaxed hard, fluids mingling with shower spray. His seed filled her, the deep penetration feeling like entering her very core. In the waning moments, soft pulses and warm stickiness bound them in taboo ecstasy.
As the night faded, they returned to bed, the forbidden bond sealed, knowing their passion would burn eternally.