In the quiet suburb where secrets lingered like shadows, Alex and his younger sister Emma had always shared a bond deeper than most siblings. At twenty-five, Alex was the protective older brother, his life a routine of work and quiet evenings. Emma, now eighteen and blooming into womanhood, had returned from her first year at college, her presence stirring something unspoken in the air. Their parents were away on a long vacation, leaving the house to echo with their unspoken tensions.
Emma’s body was a masterpiece of youthful allure: her figure curvaceous and graceful, skin as smooth and fine as porcelain, breasts full and firm with pale pink areolas that begged for tender attention. Her labia were plump and delicate, her vagina tight and warm, a haven of wet heat that promised ecstasy. Alex couldn’t deny the pull, the taboo desire that had simmered for years.
One moonlit evening, as they lounged in the living room, Emma’s eyes met his with a knowing spark. “Alex,” she whispered, her voice husky, “I’ve always felt this way about you. It’s wrong, but… I can’t help it.” He pulled her close, their lips meeting in a kiss that tasted of forbidden sweetness, her tongue salty-sweet against his.
They moved to his bedroom, the air thick with anticipation. Alex undressed her slowly, his hands tracing her silky skin, feeling the warmth radiating from her core. Her breasts heaved with each breath, nipples hardening under his gaze. He kissed down her neck, inhaling her faint floral scent mixed with emerging musk of arousal.
Emma’s fingers trembled as she freed his erection, thick and veined, the purple-red head glistening with pre-cum. “Brother, I need you,” she murmured, guiding him to the bed. He positioned her on all fours, her ass arched invitingly, labia parting to reveal her slick folds.
The first penetration was exquisite agony. Alex pressed his swollen tip against her entrance, feeling her tight heat yield slowly. Inch by inch, he slid in, her inner walls gripping him like velvet, wet and slippery. The friction built as he thrust gently, her moans filling the room—soft whimpers escalating to gasps. The wet sounds of their union echoed, her arousal scenting the air with a heady mix of musk and sweetness.
He accelerated, the slap of skin against skin rhythmic, her vagina contracting around him, massaging his length. She tasted salty on his fingers as he reached around to circle her clit, swollen and sensitive. “Oh, Alex, deeper… my brother,” she begged, her voice a symphony of taboo pleasure.
As climax approached, her breathing quickened, inner walls fluttering in prelude. Love juices flowed copiously, coating him. Then, the peak: her body convulsed, vagina clenching like a fist, squeezing his cock in waves of intense pressure. She screamed, “Yes, brother!” her muscles tensing then melting, fluids gushing warm and sticky. In the afterglow, her passage pulsed gently, their mingled essences warm and viscous, a soul-deep satisfaction binding them.
They lay entwined, sweat-slicked bodies cooling, whispers of love exchanged. But desire reignited soon. Emma straddled him, her full breasts swaying as she lowered onto his rigid shaft. The entry was smoother now, her tight warmth enveloping him fully, inner folds caressing every vein.
She rode him with passion, hips grinding, the wet squelch of their joining audible. He gripped her hips, feeling her clit grind against his base. The air smelled of sweat and sex, her moans a melodic crescendo. “I love you, Alex, my forbidden lover,” she panted.
Her orgasm built: breaths ragged, walls spasming lightly at first, then fiercely contracting, milking him as she arched back, crying out in ecstasy. Fluids sprayed, her body shuddering from core to limbs, collapsing into blissful release, their connection a profound fusion.
Exhausted yet insatiable, they headed to the bathroom, steam rising from the shower. Water cascaded over Emma’s curves, droplets tracing her skin like liquid silver under the light. Alex pressed against her from behind, the wall cool against her breasts.
His cock, hard again, nudged her entrance. She gasped as he entered, the water amplifying the slickness. Thrusts were deep, hitting her cervix with jolting pleasure, her walls writhing around him. The sounds: water splashing, flesh slapping, her throaty cries.
Scents mingled—soap, sweat, their arousal. He licked the salt from her neck, tasting her essence. “Emma, my sister, forever,” he groaned.
Her final climax was cataclysmic: prelude of heaving breaths and tightening core, peak of violent tremors, vagina gripping him vise-like, gushing torrents. She wailed, body quaking, then softening into pulsing warmth, their souls entwined in taboo bliss.
As the water cooled, they held each other, knowing their love was eternal, if hidden. In the quiet aftermath, peace settled over them.