In the quiet suburbs of Paris, where the Seine whispered secrets to the night, lived Alexandre and his sister, Elise. Both in their mid-twenties, they had grown up under the same roof, sharing laughter and dreams. Alexandre, a tall, muscular Frenchman with broad shoulders and piercing blue eyes, had always been the protective brother. Elise, with her lithe, curvaceous figure—slender waist flaring into hips, full, firm breasts with pale pink areolas, smooth skin like porcelain, and a tender, plump mound with delicate folds—was the epitome of forbidden allure. Now adults, living together while their parents traveled, old tensions simmered into something dangerous.
One stormy evening, as rain pelted the windows, Elise lounged on the couch in a silk robe that clung to her body. Alexandre entered, his shirt damp from the downpour, muscles rippling under the fabric. Their eyes met, charged with unspoken desire. ‘Brother, you’ve been avoiding me,’ Elise purred, her voice husky. ‘Is it because you can’t stop thinking about what we almost did last summer?’ Alexandre’s breath hitched. The taboo of their blood bond only fueled the fire.
He approached, his hand trembling as he traced her collarbone. ‘This is wrong, Elise. We’re siblings.’ But her lips parted in invitation, and he claimed them in a fierce kiss. The taste was sweet, like forbidden fruit, mixed with the salt of anticipation. His tongue explored her mouth, savoring the warmth. Elise moaned softly, the sound vibrating against his lips.
They moved to the bedroom, shedding clothes in a frenzy. Alexandre’s cock hardened, veins bulging along its thick shaft, the purple-red head glistening with pre-cum. Elise’s pussy was a vision—swollen labia pink and inviting, her clit peeking like a pearl, inner walls slick and ready. He pushed her onto the bed, positioning her on all fours for their first illicit union.
Foreplay began with his hands roaming her body, fingers teasing her nipples until they hardened into peaks. He kissed down her spine, inhaling her musky scent mixed with lavender soap. Elise arched, whispering, ‘Take me, brother. I’ve dreamed of this.’ His tongue delved between her thighs, lapping at her salty-sweet nectar, the wet sounds echoing. She gasped, her folds quivering under his assault.
Slowly, he aligned his throbbing cock at her entrance. The insertion was agonizingly deliberate—the swollen head parting her tender labia, inch by inch swallowed by her tight, wet heat. Friction built as her inner walls gripped him, folds massaging every vein. He thrust deeper, feeling the rhythmic contractions, until he nudged her cervix, a deep fusion that made her cry out.
The rhythm started slow, building to fervent thrusts. Flesh slapped against flesh, wet squelches filling the air. Sweat beaded on their skin, the scent of arousal thick—musk, salt, and budding ecstasy. Elise’s moans grew louder, ‘Yes, deeper, my forbidden love!’ He pounded harder, her pussy clenching like a vice.
High tide approached: her breathing quickened, walls fluttering in prelude spasms, juices flooding. Then climax hit—her body convulsed, vagina contracting fiercely like a fist around his shaft, squirting love fluid in hot spurts. She screamed, muscles locking then melting, waves of pleasure crashing. In the afterglow, her depths pulsed gently, their mixed essences warm and sticky, a soul-deep satisfaction binding them.
They lay entwined, hearts pounding. But desire reignited. Elise straddled him for the second round, her full breasts swaying. ‘Now I control you, brother,’ she teased, grinding her slick pussy over his re-hardened cock. The air smelled of their combined sweat and cum.
Foreplay resumed with mutual caresses—her hands stroking his chest, his thumbs circling her clit. Dialogue laced with taboo: ‘Feel how wet I am for you, only you.’ She lowered onto him, the penetration exquisite—her tight channel enveloping him fully, inner wrinkles rubbing his length, cervix kissed with each bounce.
Rhythm varied: slow rocks turning to wild rides, her hips circling, breasts bouncing. Sounds of skin on skin, her breathless whimpers, his grunts. Scents intensified—earthy musk, tangy fluids.
Orgasm built: pre-climax tremors, her walls milking him, breaths ragged. Peak exploded—shudders racking her frame, pussy squeezing in powerful waves, juices cascading. She wailed, body arching, then collapsing in euphoric haze, their essences mingling in warm pulses.
Exhausted yet insatiable, they headed to the bathroom. Under the shower, water cascaded over their bodies, highlighting Elise’s curves in moonlight filtering through the window. Alexandre pressed her against the tiled wall from behind, the third encounter igniting.
Foreplay in the steam: soapy hands gliding over skin, his fingers probing her still-sensitive folds. ‘One more time, sister. I need to fill you again.’ She nodded, moaning as his tongue tasted the water-slick salt of her neck.
He entered her standing, cock sliding into her drenched pussy with ease, the deep plunge hitting her core. Friction was slick, walls writhing around him, cervix yielding to his thrusts.
Pace quickened: forceful pumps, water splashing, echoed slaps and gasps. Scents of soap mingled with their raw arousal—sweat, cum, desire.
Climax surged: her body tensed, spasms starting, breaths frantic. Ecstasy peaked—tremors, fierce contractions gripping him, floods of fluid, a piercing cry. Aftershocks left them in tender throbs, united in forbidden bliss.
As dawn broke, they returned to bed, the taboo bond unbreakable, their secrets sealed in passionate whispers.
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