In the quiet suburb where shadows danced under the moonlit sky, Elena and her brother Alex had always shared a bond deeper than most siblings. Now both in their early twenties, with Elena at 22 and Alex at 24, they lived together in the family home after their parents’ passing. Elena was a vision of allure: her body curvaceous and graceful, skin smooth as silk, breasts full and firm with pale pink areolas, her labia plump and tender, her vagina tight and warm. Alex, strong and handsome, often found his gaze lingering on her, a forbidden fire igniting within.
One stormy night, the air thick with unspoken tension, Elena entered Alex’s room wearing only a thin nightgown that clung to her curves. The rain pattered against the window, a rhythmic backdrop to their racing hearts. “Alex,” she whispered, her voice like a siren’s call, “I can’t sleep. The thunder… it reminds me of when we were kids, how you’d hold me.”
Alex sat up, his eyes tracing the outline of her body illuminated by the faint bedside lamp. “Elena, we’re not kids anymore,” he murmured, but his voice betrayed the desire building inside him. She approached, her scent—a mix of lavender and her natural musk—filling the room. He pulled her into his arms, their bodies pressing together, the taboo of their relation only heightening the thrill.
Their lips met in a hesitant kiss that quickly deepened, tongues dancing with salty sweetness. Alex’s hands roamed her back, feeling the warmth of her skin through the fabric. He slipped the nightgown off her shoulders, revealing her full breasts, nipples hardening under his gaze. “God, you’re beautiful, sis,” he breathed, his voice husky with incestuous longing.
Elena moaned softly as he cupped her breasts, thumbs circling her pale pink areolas, sending shivers through her. She reached down, feeling his erection straining against his boxers—thick, veined, the purple-red head glistening with pre-cum. “I want you, brother,” she confessed, the words taboo yet liberating.
He laid her on the bed, positioning himself behind her for their first union. His hands gripped her hips, the visual of her arched back and plump labia inviting him. He teased her entrance with his tip, feeling her wetness coat him. Slowly, he pushed in, her tight vagina enveloping him inch by inch—the wet heat wrapping around his shaft, her inner walls contracting slightly, friction building as he filled her completely.
The sensation was exquisite: her folds gripping him like a velvet glove, the bump of her cervix as he bottomed out, a depth that felt like entering her very core. He began thrusting, slow at first, the wet slapping sounds mingling with her gasps. “Oh, Alex, deeper… you’re so big inside me,” she whimpered, the incestuous dialogue fueling their passion.
As rhythm quickened, her breaths grew ragged, love juices increasing, coating his balls. High tide approached: her vagina walls fluttered, then spasmed lightly, a prelude to ecstasy. At peak, her body trembled violently, walls clenching like a fist around him, squirting fluids in hot waves, her screams echoing—”Brother, I’m cumming!” Muscles tensed then melted, leaving her pulsing gently around him, their mixed essences warm and sticky, a soul-deep satisfaction washing over them.
Alex followed, flooding her with his seed, the scent of sweat and semen mixing with her arousal. They collapsed, entwined, whispering sweet taboos in the afterglow.
After moments of tender kisses, Elena straddled him for their second act. Facing him, she guided his renewed erection—still veined and throbbing—into her slick folds. The insertion was deliberate, her labia parting, inner wrinkles massaging him as she sank down, his tip kissing her cervix in profound fusion.
She rode him with varying pace, grinding slow then bouncing fast, their bodies slapping rhythmically. “Feel how I take you, my brother,” she purred, her full breasts bouncing, nipples brushing his chest. The air filled with wet squelches and heavy breaths.
Climax built: her clit swollen, breaths hitching, walls quivering. Peak hit with shattering force—shudders racking her frame, vagina contracting fiercely, juices gushing, cries of “Alex, yes!” Her body arched, then slumped, pulsing warmly around him in lingering bliss, their scents intoxicating.
Exhausted yet insatiable, they moved to the bathroom, the steam from the shower enveloping them. Under the warm cascade, water traced her curves like liquid silver, droplets sliding over her firm breasts and down her tender labia.
Alex pressed her against the tiled wall from behind, his hands exploring her wet skin. “One more time, sis,” he growled, the forbidden words echoing. He entered her swiftly, the water amplifying the slickness, his shaft delving deep, rubbing her G-spot, hitting her cervix with each thrust.
Their pace varied—gentle glides to frantic pounds—the sounds of flesh and water merging with her moans. Scents of soap mingled with their musk. High point neared: her body tensed, breaths frantic, then exploded in tremors, walls squeezing him relentlessly, fluids mixing with shower spray, her ecstatic wails filling the room. In the aftermath, gentle throbs and shared warmth bound them in taboo ecstasy.
As the water cooled, they dried off, returning to bed in silent understanding. Their forbidden love, once whispered, now a burning reality, promised more nights of passion in the shadows of their shared home.
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