Brother sister Forbidden Desire

I followed him, still bare, and apologized repeatedly. He didn’t say a word, just stared at my breasts. I knew he was captivated by my body. I sat on his lap and began kissing him passionately. He responded eagerly, touching my breasts with increasing intensity. I tore off his clothes and we lay down on his bed.

He took my breasts into his mouth, sucking them hungrily. Then, he moved to my vagina, licking and teasing me. I lost all control, moaning “Fuck me, Robbie! Fuck me, brother! Fuck me hard!” His eyes gleamed with excitement as I uttered those words. He retrieved a condom from his drawer, put it on, and lay down on top of me. After a few thrusts, he entered me deeply.

I cried out in pleasure, “Fuck me, brother! Fuck me harder! Tear me apart! Ahhh!” My voice was filled with both pain and ecstasy as he pounded into me relentlessly. I called him “brother-fucker” over and over again, my words fueled by a mixture of lust and shame.

He seemed to relish the sound of those forbidden words. After five minutes, we both collapsed, spent and breathless. We looked at each other with love in our eyes and shared a long kiss.