In the quiet suburban home where shadows danced under the moonlight, 22-year-old Alex returned from college, his mind heavy with unspoken desires. His sister, Elena, now 19 and blossoming into a woman of captivating beauty, greeted him with a hug that lingered too long. Her body was a masterpiece: slender yet curvaceous, with skin as smooth and fine as silk, breasts full and firm, topped with pale pink areolas that begged for attention. Her lips were plump, her intimate folds tender and full, hiding a tight, warm core that promised ecstasy.
Their parents were away for the weekend, leaving the siblings alone in the house that had once been filled with innocent laughter. Elena, with her long auburn hair cascading over her shoulders, wore a thin nightgown that clung to her curves, accentuating the swell of her hips and the gentle sway of her breasts. Alex couldn’t tear his eyes away, his gaze tracing the outline of her body under the fabric, the way the moonlight highlighted the subtle dips and rises.
That night, as they sat on the couch watching an old movie, the air thickened with tension. Elena shifted closer, her thigh brushing against his. ‘Brother,’ she whispered, her voice husky, ‘I’ve missed you so much. More than I should.’ Alex’s heart raced, his cock stirring in his pants, veins pulsing as it hardened. He turned to her, their eyes locking in a forbidden gaze. ‘Elena, this is wrong… but God, I want you.’
They kissed, lips crashing together in a torrent of pent-up desire. Her mouth tasted sweet, like ripe fruit mixed with a hint of salt from her nervous sweat. Alex’s hands roamed her body, feeling the warmth of her skin through the thin fabric, the firmness of her breasts yielding under his touch. He slipped a hand under her nightgown, fingers tracing the smooth expanse of her thigh up to her damp panties. The scent of her arousal filled the air—a musky, feminine perfume that made his head spin.
Elena moaned softly, her breath hot against his ear, as he peeled away her clothes. Her breasts bounced free, nipples hardening into pink peaks under his gaze. He suckled one, tasting the faint saltiness of her skin, while his fingers explored lower, parting her full, tender labia. They were slick with her juices, her clit swelling under his thumb, a tiny pearl begging for friction. ‘Oh, Alex, touch me there… like only a brother can,’ she gasped.
They moved to her bedroom, the sheets cool against their heated skin. Alex positioned her on all fours, her ass raised invitingly, the curve of her back arching in anticipation. His cock, now fully erect, throbbed with need—veins bulging along its length, the purple-red head glistening with pre-cum. He rubbed it against her entrance, feeling the wet heat of her folds envelop the tip.
Slowly, he pushed in, inch by inch, savoring the tight, wet grip of her pussy. Her inner walls, ridged and velvety, clenched around him, drawing him deeper. The sensation was exquisite: the slow swallow of her body, the friction of every ridge against his shaft, the warmth wrapping him like a lover’s embrace. He bottomed out, his cockhead pressing against her cervix, a deep, intimate knock that made her whimper.
‘Fuck me, brother… make me yours,’ Elena begged, her voice a mix of taboo thrill and raw need. Alex began to thrust, starting slow, the wet slaps of their bodies echoing in the room. The air smelled of sweat and sex, her arousal mingling with his musky scent. He gripped her hips, feeling the slick slide, her walls pulsing with each withdrawal and plunge. Faster now, the rhythm building, her moans growing louder—breathy gasps turning to cries.
As climax approached, her breathing quickened, pussy walls fluttering in prelude. Love juices flowed copiously, coating his shaft. Then the peak: her body shuddered violently, vagina contracting like a vice, squeezing him in rhythmic waves that milked his cock. She screamed, ‘Alex! Oh God, yes!’ Her muscles tensed, then melted, fluids gushing in a warm torrent. He followed, pumping deep, his seed flooding her, the warmth of their mixed essences creating a sticky, satisfying glow. In the afterglow, her cervix pulsed gently against him, a forbidden union that left them breathless, souls intertwined.
They lay entwined, whispers of ‘I love you, sister’ and soft kisses filling the air. But desire reignited quickly. Elena straddled him, her breasts swaying as she lowered onto his reviving cock. Face to face, their eyes locked in incestuous bliss. ‘Ride me, Elena… show your brother how much you need this.’
She sank down, her tight heat engulfing him again, the slow descent amplifying every sensation—the stretch of her folds, the inner wrinkles massaging his length, the bump against her cervix like entering her very core. She rocked, grinding her clit against his pelvis, the wet sounds of their union mingling with her panting. The scent of their combined fluids was intoxicating, salty-sweet on his tongue as he licked her neck.
Their pace varied: slow grinds building tension, then frantic bounces where her breasts jiggled hypnotically. Her high approached with ragged breaths, walls spasming lightly at first, then exploding in fierce contractions. She arched back, body quaking, pussy clenching him like a fist, juices squirting in ecstasy. ‘Cum inside me again, brother!’ He did, their peaks syncing in a symphony of moans and tremors, the aftershocks leaving her pulsing warmly around him, a taboo satisfaction washing over them.
Exhausted yet insatiable, they headed to the bathroom for a shower. Steam filled the air as water cascaded over their bodies. Elena’s skin glistened, water droplets tracing her curves, sliding down her firm breasts and over her swollen labia. Alex pressed her against the tiled wall from behind, the cool surface contrasting her heated flesh.
‘One more time, sister… in here, where no one can hear,’ he growled. His cock, slick with water, slid into her welcoming pussy. The insertion was seamless, her wetness amplified by the shower, walls wrapping him in slippery heat. He thrust deeply, each stroke hitting her cervix with a thrilling impact, the water amplifying the sloshing sounds of their coupling.
Her moans echoed off the walls, mixed with the patter of water. The air was thick with steam and their scents—sweat, cum, and her floral shampoo. Building to the end, her body tensed, breaths short and sharp, pussy quivering. Climax hit like a wave: violent shudders, contractions squeezing him relentlessly, her cries piercing the steam. He erupted, filling her once more, the warmth lingering as they collapsed against each other, the water washing away the evidence but not the memory.
As the night faded, they returned to bed, wrapped in each other’s arms, knowing their forbidden love would continue in secret shadows.
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