In the quiet suburban home where shadows danced under the moonlight, Alex and his sister Emily had always shared a bond deeper than most siblings. Now both in their early twenties, with Emily at 22 and Alex at 24, they navigated the complexities of adulthood while harboring a secret desire that simmered beneath the surface. Emily’s body was a vision of allure: her figure curvaceous and graceful, skin as smooth and fine as porcelain, breasts full and firm with pale pink areolas that begged for attention, labia plump and tender, and her vagina tight, warm, and invitingly wet.
One fateful night, as thunder rumbled outside, Emily slipped into Alex’s room, her silk nightgown clinging to her curves. ‘Brother, I can’t fight this anymore,’ she whispered, her voice laced with taboo longing. Alex’s heart raced; he pulled her close, their lips meeting in a forbidden kiss that tasted of sweet forbidden fruit mixed with the salty hint of anticipation.
Their first encounter began on the bed. Alex positioned Emily on all fours, her back arched invitingly. He traced his fingers along her spine, feeling the warmth of her skin, the slight tremble of excitement. The air filled with the musky scent of her arousal, a heady mix that made his head spin. He knelt behind her, his cock throbbing—veins bulging along its length, the purple-red head swollen and glistening with pre-cum.
Foreplay was electric. Alex’s hands roamed her body, cupping her ample breasts, thumbs circling the shallow pink areolas until her nipples hardened like pebbles. Emily moaned softly, the sound a melodic gasp that echoed in the room. He leaned down, inhaling the sweet, earthy scent of her skin, tasting the faint saltiness as he kissed her neck. His fingers ventured lower, parting her plump labia, feeling the tender folds yield to his touch. Her clit was a swollen pearl, slick with her juices, and as he rubbed it gently, Emily’s breaths came in ragged bursts, her vagina clenching in anticipation.
‘Oh, Alex, please… I need you inside me,’ she begged, her voice husky with incestuous desire. ‘Make me yours, brother.’
Alex aligned his cock with her entrance, the head pressing against her wet heat. Slowly, he pushed in, feeling the tight, wet walls envelop him inch by inch. The friction was exquisite—her inner folds, ridged and pulsing, gripped him like a velvet vice. He savored the slow swallow, the way her vagina stretched to accommodate his girth, the warmth seeping into him. Deeper he went, until he felt the tip brush against her cervix, a deep fusion that sent shivers through both.
The rhythm built gradually. At first, slow thrusts, each one met with the wet slap of flesh, her moans growing louder, breathy whimpers interspersed with the squelching sounds of their union. Alex’s hands gripped her hips, feeling the slick sweat on her skin. The scent of their mingled arousal—musky sweat, her tangy nectar, his salty pre-cum—filled the air. He quickened, pounding harder, the collision echoing like thunder, her breasts swaying with each impact.
As climax approached, Emily’s breathing quickened, her vagina walls fluttering in prelude spasms. Love juices flowed copiously, coating him in slippery warmth. Then the peak hit: her body convulsed in violent tremors, vagina contracting like a fist, squeezing his cock rhythmically, milking him. She screamed, ‘Yes, brother! Oh God!’ Waves of ecstasy crashed, her muscles tensing then releasing in euphoric waves, love fluids squirting in hot spurts. Alex followed, his release flooding her, the sticky warmth mixing inside.
In the afterglow, her vagina pulsed gently around him, a tender throb against his softening length. They collapsed, bodies entwined, the scent of cum and sweat a comforting blanket, their souls intertwined in forbidden bliss.
They lay there, whispering sweet taboos, before desire reignited. Emily straddled him, facing him, her eyes locked in incestuous passion. ‘I want to ride you, my brother,’ she purred.
Foreplay resumed with kisses, his tongue exploring her mouth, tasting the sweet residue of their earlier passion. Hands fondled her breasts, pinching nipples that sent jolts through her. He sucked on them, the taste mildly salty from sweat. Lower, his fingers delved into her still-slick folds, rubbing the engorged clit, eliciting gasps and the wet sounds of arousal.
She lowered onto his revived cock, the insertion a deliberate descent. Her tight heat swallowed him whole, inner walls writhing around his veined shaft, the swollen head nudging her depths. The fusion was profound, as if he penetrated to her very core, brushing the cervix in intimate collision.
Rhythm varied: slow grinds at first, her hips circling, flesh slapping softly, moans harmonizing. The air was thick with their scents—her floral musk blended with his earthy essence. She bounced faster, breasts jiggling, the wet friction building heat. Collisions grew fervent, her vagina’s contractions teasing him.
High tide neared: breaths ragged, her walls spasming lightly, fluids increasing. Climax erupted—tremors wracking her frame, vagina clenching ferociously, squeezing like a hand, juices gushing in torrents. She wailed, ‘Brother, I’m coming!’ Body arched in tension, then melted in release, his seed joining hers in sticky union.
Afterward, gentle pulses caressed him, their mixed essences warm and viscous, a soulful satisfaction lingering as they held each other.
Needing refreshment, they moved to the bathroom, the steam from the shower enveloping them. Under the cascading water, beads traced her curves, moonlight filtering through the window highlighting her glistening skin.
In the shower, foreplay was sensual: soapy hands gliding over bodies, his fingers teasing her tender labia, the scent of soap mixing with lingering arousal. She tasted fresh, wet kisses carrying the clean flavor of water.
Against the wall, from behind, he entered her again. The slow push into her tight, wet core was heavenly, walls enveloping him, cervix kissed by his tip in deep penetration.
Thrusts started measured, water amplifying the slaps and squelches. Scents of clean skin and renewed musk pervaded. Pace intensified, her moans echoing off tiles.
Orgasm built: spasms prelude, fluids mingling with water. Peak: shudders intense, contractions gripping, screams muffled by water, release flooding in waves.
In the fade, pulses soothed, warmth enveloping, their taboo love affirmed in whispers as they dried off, content in their secret world.
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