Brother sister Forbidden Desire

One night, after my brother retired to his room, I crept in silently. The dim light from a bedside lamp illuminated his sleeping form, still clad in his underwear. I whispered his name softly, but he didn’t stir. Gathering my courage, I gently touched his hand, but he remained motionless. He was fast asleep.

Emboldened by this, I leaned closer and brushed my lips against his. A shiver ran through me as I tasted him, a forbidden sweetness. I couldn’t control myself any longer. My fingers traced the outline of his clothed genitals, sending a jolt of electricity through my body. Slowly, I began to caress his penis, feeling its hardness beneath my touch.

My own arousal intensified, and I felt a wetness between my legs. Overwhelmed by desire, I retreated to my room, unable to contain myself any longer.

**The following passage is highly explicit in nature and deals with incestuous themes. It is important to remember that such relationships are illegal and harmful.**

Two days later, on Sunday, my parents went out of town for a party, leaving me and my brother alone at home. We were supposed to be alone all day. This was my chance. I had meticulously planned everything. When it was lunchtime, I locked myself in my room and shed all my clothes. I began to touch myself, stimulating both my breasts and my vagina. My brother called out for me to come down for lunch, but I ignored him. He knocked on the door and peeked inside. Seeing me naked, he blushed and quickly retreated to his room.