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I sat in front of my laptop, staring blankly at the screen, I couldn’t focus knowing she was right outside that door, left with the weight of my words.

As the hours passed, I looked out the window, I saw the unmistakable shape of Esi’s silhouette as she wrapped a scarf around her neck, the locks of black hair swaying gently in the breeze as she walked across the street to the convenience store. God, she was beautiful! I knew I had to act.

I rushed downstair, no time to wait for the elevator, no time to grab my jacket. I hurried though the lobby and into the frigid air of Warsaw winter, the cold air kissing my skin, stinging my lungs as I ran to meet her.

I bolted into store like a crazed man, collecting myself and responding to the cashier’s polite but startled greeting.

Over the shelves I could see her, browsing the drinks fridge, picking out her lunch for the day. I could barely move forward under the weight of the guilt and betrayal I was carrying.

“Hey.” I called to her as I approached, I could barely get my voice above a whisper.

“Oh hey.” The look she gave me was cold and her voice even colder, “Don’t worry, boss. The QA is almost done.” She turned her attention back to the fridge, picking out an iced coffee and brushing past me on her way to the till. I knew I deserved it, yet I couldn’t help feeling hurt.

I grabbed her arm as she tried to walk away, my grip tight against her wool coat. She stopped, looking back at me with narrowed eyes.

“Lucas, this is inappropriate,” She pulled her arm free from my grip, patting down her coat, “You made your feelings very clear this morning.” She continued, turning to face me.

“You want to keep it professional?” She asked tilting her head, “That’s fine with me.” Her tone was defiant yet fragile, the deep wounds left by my words palpable.

“No, please, Esi.” I tried to find the right words, to say anything to make her stay, “I’m sorry, they all know, I could feel it!” I stumbled through my words, Watching her face, the way she wanted to leave but lingered.

“So what?” She barked back, getting closer to me, voice more hushed, “It happened, and you’re willing to give in. Just like that?” Her tone was accusatory, entirely justified, yet I had trouble focusing as her sweet scent reminded me of our shared moment the previous day—It was maddening and only deepened my sorrow.

“I...no,” I leaned in closer, feeling the security of being obscured by the aisles, “I didn’t want anything bad to happen, to you... to us.” I took her hand into mine.

“There is a lot to lose here.” I held her hand tightly, pulling her closer and hearing the strained whimper in her voice as our faces hovered dangerously close. My gaze met her, she was softening, and yet she pulled back.

“I’ve been here before, Lucas.” She looked down, ready to turn away as emotion swelled, “Boys here talking a big game and then just discarding me after a night with the Exotic foreign girl.”

I felt the weight of her words heavily on my heart, only now realising the full extent of how she was feeling,

“I’m not going to be disrespected like that again, especially not by you.” Her eyes were glassy, a single tear tracing a path down her cheek and disappearing in the red scarf bunched up around her neck. It felt like a knife twisting in my ribs, I hoped it wasn’t too late.

“I promise you, Esi, it’s not like that.” I grabbed her hand again, pulling it to my chest so she can feel the erratic thump of my heart as I bared my soul to her.

“I watched my phone last night until I passed out!” I felt the lump of emotion in my throat, a foreign feeling that was numbed by the countless years of empty, unfulfilling work, it was all devoid of meaning until this moment where I had to fight.

“I was begging for it flash, a message from you, anything!” I could feel her palm open against my chest, the heat radiating off her and seeping into my skin.

“Do... do you really mean that?” Her expression softened momentarily, hopeful but wary, I felt the sour taste of sadness knowing it was the wall she’s built off the back of her experiences here.

“I do, Esi, I promise.” I assured her, my grip on her wrist constant as I lowered it and intertwined my fingers with hers.

“Then show me.” Her delicate hand squeezed mine as she wiped her eyes. I could feel my heart drop as she pulled her hand away from mine again.

I watched in awe as she turned and walked towards the till, silently paying for her lunch and leaving without a second look.

The shrill ring of the bell above the door lingering in my mind as I watched it close. Was it too late? Was I even capable of making it up to her?

All those malignant instincts of corporate conduct told me no, but I pushed them down. I knew that this rabid need for properness and decorum was what gutted my life of all joy and emotion—until I met her.

I waited a moment before following her out into the cold, feeling the empty void in my palm where her hand once was. I watched her rush across the street, her graceful elegance contrasting so poignantly with her gentle character.  She was too good for me.

I could feel my fingers become numb from the cold as I watched her disappear past the front door of the office; the tinted glass door robbing me of her sight. I couldn’t wait, she wanted me to show her and that’s what I needed to do.

I walked calmly through the still frigid air, nodding to the lobby attendant as I waited for the elevator. My hands were trembling with anxiety—or was it anticipation?

As I stepped into the elevator I looked at myself in the mirrored wall, skin flushed from the cold, my neat, combed hair falling over my brow. I  was resolute, If I wanted her, I had to ignore my inhibitions, they serve no purpose but building a steady stream of regrets.

Finally the ding of the elevator, a signal for me to start this offensive. I sidestepped through the doors before they had a chance to open and paced into the office. Eyes burning into the back of my skull again, I didn’t care.

My eyes were fixed on my target, Esi, sitting at her desk, sipping her coffee as she casually scrolled a spreadsheet. Each step closer to her made my heart beat faster, until I could feel it in my throat.

She felt me behind her, turning around with wide eyes, stammering slightly, “I... I finished that QA...”

Before she could I leaned down sealing my lips with hers, a gentle push turning into a passionate connection, the force of my kiss pushing her chair back against the back of her cubicle making it rattle.

I heard gasps and whispers all around, some were silent in disbelief, but in that moment I didn’t care, all I cared about was how she pushed into the kiss. Her hot palm burning against my cold cheek.

She stood up, our lips still connected, the warmth of her body searing into my frozen torso. I was breathless. I held on for as long as I could, never wanting to separate from the frenzy that her taste stirred in my mind. The way her lips brushed mine, the way her tongue felt exploring my mouth, it was like feral delirium.

I pulled back, both of us panting, speechless as we stared at each other.

“You... you didn’t have to...” Esi’s eyes were fixed on mine, her lips parted as she struggled to collect herself.

“I did, Esi, and this is just the beginning.” I cut into her stream of words, gently placing her hand in mine where it belonged, filling that cold void from earlier, “This doesn’t make up for this morning—not yet.” I assured her of my commitment.

I looked around at the shocked faces surrounding the office. Complete silence had fallen, some were wide-eyed, some were smiling, others were grimacing at the soppy sight.

“And no more rumours!” I shouted, startling everyone as they resumed their work, “If you have anything to say or ask, just do it!” I felt a sense of pride as I made my announcement, the first time I felt like I was doing something productive as a boss.

My own boldness surprised me, it began to ignite something in me, the realisation of my control over my circumstances. I am the co-founder of this company, I run this division!

“In fact, it seems like we all need to cool off, it’s too close to Christmas!” I shouted, making everyone stop in their tracks, “Consider it a half-day. Everyone go home and enjoy!”

Esi fell back down into her chair, her lips parted and her eyes on me. She knew I couldn’t wait any longer and I could see she felt the same.

It was a blur, I pulled her out of her chair and made her stumble as we hurried through the busy office and out the door.

“Thanks, Lucas,” She whispered as we pushed past the front door and into the car park, “That was unexpected.” She looked up at me with a hopeful look in her eyes as we neared the same place where we separated the previous night.

She tried to pull her hand from mine, attempting to head for the metro, but my grip held her tightly, “How about you spend the rest of the day with me?” I asked softly, tugging her toward the car park.

“Like... at yours?” She yielded before she even answered, following behind me as we approached my car.

“If you’d like to...” I answered fumbling with my keys, my trembling breath betraying my true emotions.

“Yes.” She shot back almost immediately, her warm smile cutting through the cold air, “Let’s get out of here.”

I held the door open for her and watched with a knot in my stomach as she entered my car. I was taking her home. I replayed this moment in my mind so many times since I’ve met her and now I get to savour the moment, seeing her by my side.

I barely remember the drive. My hands gripped the wheel too tightly, my breaths shallow as I stole glances at her beside me. She sat back in the seat, one hand resting on her thigh, fingers tracing absent circles over the fabric of her skirt. My jaw tightened. I wanted those hands on me instead.

Every red light felt like a test of patience.

By the time we reached my apartment building, my pulse was pounding in my throat. I stepped out first, rushing around to open her door before she could move. She tilted her head at me, amused.

“You in a hurry?” she teased.

I didn’t answer. I just held out my hand. She slid hers into mine, and I clenched my fingers around it, leading her up.

A gentle click, then a creak, I opened the door and ushered her inside. I felt embarrassed letting her into my apartment, a testament to my depression, a big luxury duplex bought on impulse, with nothing there to truly make it mine.

“Nice place.” I heard her voice behind me, I turned to see her back pressed to the door, closing it with her hips.

Slowly, deliberately, she lifted her chin. “So…” Her fingers curled around the lapels of my shirt, tugging me closer. “What now?”

I surged forward, capturing her lips before she could say another word.

She gasped into my mouth, her surprise melting instantly into something just as desperate as me. My hands roamed down, over the swell of her hips, gripping tight as I pressed against her, pinning her to the door.

Her skin shined like dark honey in the soft lighting, a delicious contrast from the clinical office lights. She almost looked on fire, begging to be touched and I would obey that plea.

Her body fit against mine perfectly. Warm, soft, irresistible.

I kissed her like I needed her to breathe, my lips dragging over hers, my tongue sweeping in to taste her.

She arched into me, fingers threading into my hair, tugging slightly—just enough to make my breath stutter.

I broke away, panting, my forehead resting against hers. “I needed to get you home immediately, Esi.”

Her lips curled. “Oh yeah?” she whispered, teasing, her breath hot against my mouth. “And what exactly do you plan to do with me?”

A playful challenge.

I answered without words.

My hands slid down the backs of her thighs, gripping tight as I hoisted her up. She gasped, legs instinctively wrapping around my waist, arms looping around my neck.

“Anything you’ll let me,” I growled, my voice already wrecked.

Her eyes darkened. The corner of her mouth lifted.

I stumbled to the bedroom as we remained locked in a passionate kiss, moaning and the smacking of lips echoing off the walls.

I fell forward onto the messy mattress, pinning her body under me, letting her feel my weight on top of her as I kissed her neck—the smell of her perfume crashing against my senses.

“Thank god we don’t have to be quiet anymore.” She whispered in my ear as her hands undid the buttons of my shirt, pulling it partly off my body.

I stumbled back, throwing off my shirt and unbuckling my belt. She watched intently as I pulled off my trousers, leaving me only in my boxers—my need for her evident, straining against the fabric.

I leaned over her, yanking her skirt off her ankles, my heart fluttering with every piece of clothing I removed. Her bare, dark-chocolate thighs tensed as I dragged her skirt away, her breath hitching. My pulse hammered. I couldn't stop myself—I didn’t want to

I snaked my way onto the bed, my thigh pushing against her most sensitive spot as she parted her legs. I could hear the whimpers and panting as she rolled her hips, seeking more contact. The feminine musk of her sweat and arousal mixing deliciously with her flowery perfume like an overpowering pheromone that threatened to break me.

My fingers trembled as they skated over her skin. I was breathing too fast, my chest rising and falling in frantic bursts. I wanted to slow down, savour, but my body wasn’t listening—I was unravelling, my restraint slipping through my fingers like sand.

I snapped back from my trance, meeting her eyes just as I ruined another one of her shirts, pulling it open to reveal her bare breasts, spilling out, bouncing gently as grabbed them.

“Oh fuck! Please don’t stop.” She moaned as the softness of her breasts spilled through my fingers. I was kneading them, groping and pinching her hardening nipples as I kissed her swollen lips. She groaned into my mouth as her hips grinded down hard against the muscles of my thigh nestled perfectly between her legs. I could feel the heat intensifying, the wetness smearing on my skin.

I watched as her delicate hand found the waistband of my boxers. With bated breath she reached inside, wrapping her fingers around the hot girth and pulling it out.

“Fuck, Esi...” I could barely speak, everything round me melting away, as she stroked it slowly and deliberately. Each time she stroked over the tip, the wet squelch sent a lightning bolt up my spine—I couldn't think, couldn't breathe.

I looked down to see her gaze fixated on mine, like a cat about to pounce on its prey. She brought her head forward, her lips parting. There was a brief hesitation, almost like asking for permission, yet she didn’t want to wait for my response. I could feel her raw energy pulling me closer to her.

I felt her hot breath along my shaft before I felt her lips, almost losing balance as her mouth enveloped the tip. My knees were weak, feeling her suck in her cheeks and swirl her tongue. Our bodies were joined again, exploring each other, that undeniable draw that threatened to change my life. I never wanted to feel another person’s touch more than hers.

“Wait...” I grabbed her hair, my fingers twisting with the intense stimulation, before I could protest she moved her head forward, sucking me deeper into the warm depths of her mouth. Her perfect brown lips stretched around me so obscenely.

I tightened my grip on her hair, barely holding on as her pace hastened, the vibrations of her moans reverberating through my body as her head bobbed back and forth. Her eyes were drunk with lust, the need to feel my heat inside her, in any way she could.

Her hands roamed my body, the perfect contrast of skin colour as she caressed the contours of my muscles, feeling how I react to her touch, flexing and tensing with each pass of her lips.

My teeth were gritted and my grip on her hair began setting the pace. I pulled her back and forth, my hips moving in rhythm with my hands, watching as she sucked and slurped with wild abandon, each pass of my cock along her tongue bringing me closer to the edge, and she sensed it.

She grabbed my hips and pushed her head forward until her nose pressed up against my pelvis, the tightness of her throat massaging my sensitive tip as tongue worked my twitching shaft. I could barely take another moment of this. The intensity of pleasure clawing at my senses until I reached the point of no return.

“Esi, I’m gonna cum!” I could feel my balls tighten against her chin as her throat worked to keep up with the throbbing of my cock. I tried to pull her back but she fought against me, pressing back into me, holding my hips like a vice and looking up with a fevered plea in her eyes.

“Esi, I’m—fuck—” The words were torn from me, strangled and desperate. My body tensed, muscles locking as if I was fighting the inevitable, but she wasn’t letting me go. She wanted all of it. My grip on her hair tightened, my thighs trembled, a deep, guttural groan ripping from my throat as I shattered into her. The world went white, my pulse hammering in my skull, my body collapsing as she took everything I had to give. The moment stretched, endless and consuming, until I was nothing but the shudders wracking through me and the way she swallowed me down, her throat still working, still milking me, like she wanted to pull my soul straight from my body.

“Fuck, Esi, take it. Take all of it!” I shouted as I felt my cock still throbbing and twitching wildly against the resistance of her throat. Each pump filling her more and more, draining myself inside her mouth as her throat struggled to keep up. She needed this just as much as I did—the rush to break every boundary we could.

She wrapped her hand around the base of my pulsing cock, slowly moving her head back and pulling me out of her depths. I watched the length of my shaft slowly emerge, slick and covered in a mix of cum and spit, a stray thread of our mixed essence still connecting her lips to my tip as she wiped her face, smearing black makeup on her cheeks.

Even in that moment, I was awe-struck by her beauty, by the way her lips glistened, swollen and satisfied, by the smudged mascara around her amber eyes that made her look like something out of my darkest, most fevered dreams. I wanted to give her everything. I wanted to say things I had no right to say yet, words that burned at the back of my throat. I swallowed them down, but my chest felt like it would cave in from the weight of them.

I couldn’t bear to look at her face any longer or I’d break and spill the confession that threatened this perfect moment.

I watched her gasp as I mounted the bed, making her scoot back over the messy duvet. She was magnificent, so soft and warm, I wanted to fall into her.

“I want to feel you inside me, Lucas.” Her words burned through my senses, making my skin tingle as I kissed her, tasting myself on her lips.

“There is nothing I want more, Esi.” I whispered into her lips, feeling her needy breath on my cheek.

Almost silently, she turned around under me, a potent submission in her eyes. I watched as she got up all fours in front of me. Slow languid movement, almost feline. Her hips swaying gently in invitation, her ass soft and inviting my touch.

She arched her back, pushing her ass up, high and ready, her spine curving into the perfect shape. My hands gripped her hips, fingers sinking into soft flesh as I watched the way she presented herself—open, waiting, dripping for me.

My hands explored her curves, making her shiver as she felt my heat hanging between her legs, not touching yet, but dangerously close.

My hands reached her ass, the supple flesh melting into my palms as I kneaded and spread them, getting a glimpse at the glistening lips of her pussy, the pink flesh peeking out, nestled between the sable lips—drawing me in. I was losing control again, my knuckles turning white as I gripped the sensitive flesh of her ass, my cock swelling until it twitched up against her dripping pussy. It was that feral, animalistic need for connection that gripped my throat—unyielding.

I dragged my cock over her soaked slit, feeling her shudder as I coated myself in her slick heat, smearing her juices along my shaft as I positioned myself. The way her body waited, her chest breathing heavily with desire, my tip poised at her entrance, it was too much, I had to control myself if I wanted to savour this.

I pressed forward slowly, the wet drag of her slick heat clinging to my shaft, resistance teasing as I nudged her open. Each inch felt like I was sinking deeper into a molten abyss, her muscles clenching as if to pull me further, but I held back, savouring the way her body shifted beneath me. Her breath hitched as I teased her entrance, dragging against her tender walls with each agonizingly slow inch. My hands slid over her hips, my fingers digging into the soft curve of her ass as I waited, letting her adjust.

Her pussy gripped me, almost as if reluctant to let go, but I could feel the heat, the pulsing pressure urging me forward, demanding more. With a final push, I buried myself fully inside her, a shudder of relief mixed with need overtaking me as her warmth swallowed me whole.

Fuck. She felt too good. Her ass tensed with each inch as I pulsed and twitched inside her, my vision blurring as I watched myself disappear inside her.

She groaned and whimpered as I pulled back, only to slam all the way inside again, the soft roundness of her ass pressing against me, leaving a searing, hot imprint on my stomach. Squished and spread against my flexing abs, I felt the pulse of my own arousal deep inside her.

With each movement, her insides shifted and fluttered around me, greedily accommodating my every inch as if begging for more. The sensation of her tightness and heat was maddening—each movement felt like a potent intrusion, a brutal connection that both burned and exhilarated.

I stayed like that for a moment, savouring the feeling of her heat enveloping me, pulling me deeper and not letting me withdraw. I furrowed my brow as the rhythmic clenching of her muscles turned into a sensual rolling of her hips against me, urging me to action as she moaned into the pillow.

I began moving in rhythm, each thrust sent a ripple through her ass, the soft flesh jiggling against my hips. The sound of our bodies meeting—wet, obscene, relentless—filled the room, drowning out everything but the rapid slap of skin on skin. I gritted my teeth, watching her take it, feeling the way her pussy clenched tighter around me every time I drove deep.

Esi’s breath caught in her throat, a choked gasp escaping as I slid deeper, fucking harder, the pressure building inside her. Her head turned, her cheek pressing against the pillow, her lips parting in desperate little moans, the sound only fuelling my need to keep pushing.

Each shuddering slam of my hips making her wetter until I could feel the cool sensation of her juices sticking to my pelvis with each thrust, binding us together with threads of sticky arousal each time I pulled back. Our rhythm was perfect and poignant, like we were always meant to end up like this, in perfect harmony as her ample ass clapped with each potent movement of our hips, a red-hot imprint of her  left behind on my skin. I didn’t want this moment to ever end I needed her more than she could ever imagine, the overwhelming feeling making my gritted teeth ache.

I leaned over her, my chest pressing to her back, my breath hot against her ear. “Look at you, Esi… taking all of me.” She whimpered, turning her head, her lips parted, her eyes hazy with lust. My hand slid up her spine, fingers tangling in her hair as I gave a slow, punishing thrust. “You feel so fucking good wrapped around me.”

Her moans turned to frantic gasps, her body quaking beneath me as I thrust harder, the sound of her wetness growing louder with each thrust. She couldn’t help herself—her body was just reacting, responding to the pressure, the sensation of being filled and stretched, and I could feel it in the way she tightened around me, urging me on

‘Fuck, Esi, are you...’ My words cut off, a strangled groan tearing from her throat as her body locked up. My hips slammed forward, burying myself to the hilt as I felt her buckle, my grip on her hips sure to leave bruises.

Her breathing was frantic as she began to shake and yelp, “Fuck, Fuck. Fuck!”

I watched in awe and satisfaction s her knees buckled, her thighs quivering violently, the tension inside her core snapping like a taut wire. An electric wave of ecstasy flooded through her, a rush so intense it seemed to consume everything. Her body clenched around me in rhythmic waves, a desperate, greedily begging me not to pull out. I collapsed into her, wrapping my arms around her belly and burying my face in the crook of her neck as she trembled with the potent aftershocks of her climax. Our bodies were slick with sweat as we writhed together. Her laboured breaths heavy against the sheets as her pussy rhythmically squeezed my cock. It was a perfect moment I never wanted to abandon.

A deep groan of satisfaction escaped my throat as our bodies relaxed in perfect synchrony. I felt her soft whimper against the pillow as I slowly withdrew, leaving an aching void in her that seemed to silently plead for me to return.

I collapsed onto my back, gasping for air, sweat slick on my skin as I wiped my brow. The mix of our bodies—wet, intertwined, and spent—left me speechless. But then, she appeared above me, her messy hair and flushed face blocking out the light, like the most beautiful eclipse I’ve ever seen.

I was ready for some tender words or gentle teasing but what she said caught me off guard.

"Lucas..." Her voice was soft, but there was a strain in it, an earnestness that made my heart beat faster. "I know you're thinking it... You can say it."

My pulse quickened, my chest tight with uncertainty. Could she sense everything I was feeling? Had I been that transparent?

She settled beside me, propping herself up on her elbow, and I couldn’t look away. Her curves, her warmth beside me—it felt so right, so natural. She was waiting, so patient.

"Are you sure?" My voice cracked, the nerves creeping in, unsure of whether this was the moment.

"Yes," she whispered, her words raw and vulnerable. "Please... say it, so I can say it too."

Her plea echoed in me, pulling something deep inside to the surface. I needed her to be mine, fuck social conventions and fuck decorum, it was time to take listen to my emotions for a change.

“I...” The words stuck for a moment, the weight of them filling the space between us. But I had to say them. For her, for us.

“I love you, Esi.”

Her breath hitched, and I watched as her lips parted in shock. Goosebumps rippled down her arm, and her muscles tensed as if the words had struck her deeply.

She shifted onto her stomach, closing the distance between us, her fingers brushing gently over the stubble on my chin. Her gaze softened as she looked into me—into my very soul.

“I love you too, Lucas.” Her voice was a whisper of pure affection, and it felt like a weight had been lifted from my chest.

In that moment, the world ceased to exist. There was no office, no unfinished work, no obligations—just the two of us, lying together, finally speaking the truth we both needed to hear.

Later that night I laid awake, wrestling with the guilt and shame of my actions. How could I let these feral emotions drive me to such unholy depths of depravity. Yet, as I laid there, the mere thought of his touch caused my shorts to stick to me and my heart to quicken. I focused on our relationship, the friendly touches, the prolonged hugs, his knee grazing mine on road trips, God, I wanted more.

The turmoil of my solitude was cut short, I heard the faintest knock on the door, I knew immediately who it was. My voice fluttered as I invited him in, “It’s open” my voice cracked as the door creaked open, his silhouette appearing in view, promising a permanent shift in our relationship.

He quietly approached my bed, avoiding the creaking floorboards. I pulled the duvet up to my lips, peering deep into his eyes through the darkness, “What’s up?” I whispered, feigning ignorance at this impending unholy union. I rubbed my thighs together with a carnal anticipation of his touch, the looming closeness and the taboo of this connection.

“The heater in my room is busted, do you mind if I jump in with you?” His request stirred a thrilling conflict in my mind, will I break this barrier? Will I let my brother into my bed?

“I’m…” The word teetered on my lips, “I’m cold too.” The invitation spilled out of me like the wet affection earlier that evening. Before I could collect my thoughts, the bed sagged under his weight as the heavy blankets shifted.

His gentle hands wrapped lovingly around my waist as I felt his warmth enter the bed. He pulled me firmly into him as we tried desperately to remain silent. I felt his face at the back of my head, tangled in the mess of my hair, his thighs at the back of mine, his exposed torso along my back igniting a current of forbidden heat.

The pretence of sleep was futile as I laid awake deliberating whether his feeling mirrored mine, was this just an innocent moment between siblings or was it more? What I needed it to be? I gently moved and lifted my shirt up, letting my bare back press into his searing abdomen, the sensation was a visceral and forbidden connection of bodies, I wanted to melt into him and become one.

I sensed his excitement in that moment, his hips pulled in a telling manoeuvre, even if nothing were to happen I wanted to feel his affection.

“What’s wrong?” I asked, feigning ignorance. As he squirmed back, I could feel his lips part with an answer as hit warm breath ignited the back of my neck; “I’m sorry, I’m just…” Emboldened, I interrupted his excuses, ”You don’t want me to feel it?” I whispered the playful question into my pillow as I pushed my hips back into him while his grip around my belly tightened, I elicited a hushed groan from his lips.

I could feel it straining through his shorts, pushing me open as I pressed my ass into it, my brother’s big cock, swelling just for me. It was lewd, disgusting thought but I revelled in it. I needed him to escalate as my mind was in a delirious torment of shame and ecstasy.

“Are you sure this is okay?” His question burned through me, “As long as you don’t wake mum and dad up.” I assured him.

His hips pressed into my as his hands traced a delicate path down my waist onto the cusp of my hip, his fingers pulling up the fabric of my sheers shorts until they bunched at my cheeks. I squirmed, feeling his cock weaving lines of forbidden love on my skin.

“I saw what you were doing earlier and I had to come see you.” His voice was rough with arousal as we moved together under the rustling covers.

“Shhhh” I quietened his voice, as my hands reached back, pulling down his shorts. I felt his legs work to pull them down the rest of the way. My heart pounded and my stomach sank as I felt the rigid heat of my brother’s cock pressing into the supple skin of my ass, the tip was soft and slick with his own affection for his little sister. He moaned my name into the pillow as his hips tensed and shuddered with every contact.

I lifted my leg slightly, inviting access between my warm thighs. I felt him wiggle behind me, letting his cock slip into the leg of my shorts with electrifying hesitation. I felt the heat and pressure of his twitching shaft against the full length of my pussy. I blushed at the obscene sounds of my soaked lips as he rubbed against them. The sloppy caress of our forbidden union cutting through the late-night silence. I closed my legs around his cock, as he moaned in agonising pleasure, trapped in the heat of his sister.

“Does it feel good for you?” He asked with a trembling hesitation, his concern for my pleasure melting me deeper into him. I nodded silently while pressing my face into the pillow. He was thrusting gently, gliding between the lips of my pussy, his tip rubbing and weaving delicious circles on the bud of my yearning clit. I tensed my thighs as he angled his hips, more and more contact with my clit as his cock pulled on my shorts.

I gripped my pillow and pulled it into my face as I panted frantic breath, I had to muffle the sounds of our shame as I felt a pressure building in my belly, The sounds of our union growing sloppier and wetter. His forearms tensed around my belly holding me firmly, unyielding.

I knew letting my brother make me cum with his cock was something we couldn’t come back from. But, the sweet smell of his sweat and sounds of his raspy moans emptied my mind of all common sense as I surrendered my body to him, letting the pleasure take me.

His cock as stirring the lips of my pussy, caressing my clit with an animalistic fervour. Each pass of his slickened tip brining me closer to the inevitable. I flexed and tighthead my legs, amplifying the sensation as my belly began to convulse with he pent up pleasure. I tried to hold out as my muscles stopped obeying me and a wave of pleasure washed over me, spreading heat and a torrent of ecstasy through my body, My nails dug into the pillow as I muffled a feral groan of release, I was cumming all over my big brother’s cock and I liked it.

“Cum for me, please…” I uttered the desperate plea as by body shuddered under the hot covers. I needed to make him feel good too.

“I’m so close.” He groaned into my ear, the sound of his voice announcing his climax made me buckle with renewed pleasure as he grew harder and hotter between my legs.

His face burrowed into the nape of my neck as he moaned and writhed, his cock beginning to pulse and twitch between my legs, threatening to break free of my grip. Suddenly, a wet warmth spread over my sensitive clit, potent streams of cum drenching me and pooling on my thighs, marking my sheets with our shared sin. There was so much. A present for his little sister.

We lay there in the aftermath, shocked and confused. His grip held me tightly as his heart pounded into my back, comforting me.  I turned to speak, but his lips found mine before words could form. A kiss steeped in pure, illicit passion. “I’ll come back tomorrow, and as often as you want me to,” he whispered, a promise of something beyond lust.

The alarm clock cut through my sleep like a jagged blade, jolting me awake to the reality I’ve crafted for myself the previous night. The sun from the window beat down on my forehead, the searing Mediterranean heat making a bead of sweat drip down to my brow.

There was a knot in my stomach, the pent up anxiety relentlessly gnawing at my frayed conscience. Yet, it couldn’t mask the excitement, I wanted to see what corruption the day held in store for me, how close to the sun could I fly, how I could make Matti squirm.

As I pulled the covers off to leap out of bed, I realised how wet I’ve gotten just from the anticipation of the day. I admired the wet spot on my panties, a testament to my unbridled reckless desire. It was devious but the forbidden fruit was just too sweet and knowing Matti couldn’t resist my temptation pulled me deeper into this abyss.

After a quick morning shower I threw on whatever I could find on the floor next to my messy suitcase, a creased crop-top and a pair of shorts. The way the shorts clung to me was almost indecent, perfect for what I had in mind.

I was invigorated as I reached the kitchen, a scene of domestic bliss contrasting with the wicked thoughts in my mind. Mom humming as she laid out fruits and brewed a pot of coffee, Matti sitting next to dad, looking at the mapped out day they planned for us. It seemed so normal, so-much-so that I felt like an outsider looking in.

 I had to maintain this veil of innocence, ignoring the unquenchable lust clawing the remnants of my purity. There was a hint of guilt as I looked at my family there, unaware of the transgressions which happened right under their nose. However, we were in too deep, there was no repentance for what we did, so why not continue?

“Coffee, sweetie?” I was jerked back into reality with my mom’s comforting voice. Matti’s eyes darted to me with a startled look. I smiled at him, offering a kindred understanding of our situation and the entanglement we felt.

“Y...yea, I need it, thanks.” My eyes crinkled with a smile as I dropped myself onto he chair next to Matti, pulling a mug close. I could feel his tension and I relished it. Each time the hot air carried his scent to me I felt an electric tug. My body reacting on its own.

The conversation around me became muffled as I focused on my own twitching leg, slowly moving outward, my legs parting. I looked to the side, catching Matti’s gaze, holding it as I let my knee brush against his. I had to stifle a whimper as the heat of his skin met mine—his muscles against my softness. He didn’t pull away, we sat at the table silently, listening to our parent’s idle chitchat, completely lost in the illicit sensation of our flesh—this isn’t how a sister is supposed to touch her brother.

I felt a strange thrill, doing this in the daylight, if they looked they’d see how my thigh caresses his, the fervour in our shuddering movements, yet they were blind to it as we strayed so close to the edge.

As mom poured the fragrant black liquid into my mug, I turned to her, my hot breath escaping with a fevered rasp, “What was that about the market yesterday?” I could barely get the words out.

“We’re going to the open market in the town today.” Her smile was disarming, but my mind was fixated on my desires. A gnawing at my core, desperate to be alone with Matti again.

“Sounds like fun, I need some new clothes... something sexier.” I joked with my mom, her light giggle putting me at ease, unaware of the implications.

“Oh? You trying to show off for a new boyfriend, dear?” She quizzed me while ruffling my hair.

“Hah! Not quite, but who knows... maybe I’ll meet a hot Greek guy while I’m here.” I felt Matti’s leg push harder into mine, his eyes darting to my face as I ignored him—he was so easy to tease.

“Well, good luck, dear.” My mom chuckled as she pulled away to sit down herself.

Under the table I felt another heat approaching. My stomach tensed and a sudden whimper escaped my lips as I felt Matti’s hand descend onto my thigh, his fingers grabbing and clenching my flesh possessively, leaving a red mark of his affection on my skin. I looked over at him with burning eyes. This is what I wanted.

As the morning progressed we packed the car. The heat was overbearing, dry and accented with the fragrance of dried vegetation and the sea, a paradise. I couldn’t help but to feel like this was a bubble, an escape from my real life, or perhaps my guilty conscience just needed to create this duality. 

To my dismay, Matti sat up-front with dad, discussing the map and the day ahead. I sat with mom, looking at pictures of nearby beaches and restaurants in the area, talking about her favourite wines. On any other day I would be absorbed in the conversation and atmosphere like a good daughter, but today there was something darker on my mind.

The market bustled with life, colourful stall and lively conversation, stray cats hoping to get lucky. The smells of fresh food mixed with the smell of the sea to create a vibrant atmosphere. We weaved through the crowds, looking for anything that caught our eye, souvenirs, clothes, snacks, it was almost too much to process.

Then, a man approached my mom, a stereotypical moustachioed seller.

“Pretty ladies! Come! Come! You need better clothes for this heat, yes?” His accent was thick as he waved his hand, inviting us into his makeshift tent store. The walls lined with colourful beachwear, the smell of factory-fresh fabric.

“Maybe you can get something here?” My mom nudged me as we entered. I shot Matti a quick glance, his eyes briefly fixed on mine.

Inside, the man was in his element, laying out bikinis, sundresses, letting me and mom pour over them. I could see dad outside in the sun, taking pictures, lost in his own little world, but behind me I felt the unmistakable presence of Matti. He stood right behind me, and my eyes twinkled with delicious opportunity.

I leaned forward, feigning interest in a yellow sundress, my back arching, my ass moving back just enough to graze against Matti’s crotch. I could feel him move back slightly, scanning his surroundings for prying eyes, but I was unrepentant. I shifted lower, moving back further. I felt the soft flesh of my ass press against his hips, separated from our desire but two layers of clothing, the fabric electric against my needy skin.

It was almost maddening, feeling his swelling length nestled between my buttocks. I held back the wicked purr threatening to escape my flushed lips. And just then a wicked idea began brewing in my mind, my heart pounded at the mere thought.

“I think I’ll try this one on.” I picked up the yellow sundress, draping the sheer fabric over my hands as I stood up, pulling back from the comfort of Matti’s touch. The absence of his warmth stoking the embers I felt deep in my core.

“Great choice! You will look beautiful!” The seller smiled widely, his moustache tickling his own nose. He pointed me towards the changing room in the corner, a small stall with a black curtain—all I needed.

“Go on, dear, I’ll go check on your father.” My mom announced as she turned on her heel towards the exit. I almost trembled with anticipation and anxiety, I knew what I needed to do and I just needed everyone to look away for a single moment.

I tugged Matti’s wrist, pulling him close to the changing room, he stumbled slightly behind me.

“What are you do doing? Ouch!” His protests fell on deaf ears. I looked around the small, dark store. Our mom turned away, the seller lost in his phone, scrolling. I pushed Matti into the changing room, following closely behind and closing the curtain.

As soon as the curtain pulled shut on our little sanctuary, an Eden in the sea of people, I felt an elation bubbling up in my stomach. The twisted thrill of being stuck in this trap with my brother.

“Shhh, be quiet, Matti.” I pushed my finger against his warm lips, savouring their softness. The changing room was silent apart from the pounding of our hearts, the smell of sweat stoked by the fear of being discovered. It all heightened the sensation to unbearable levels.

I looked down at the cramped space. Barely enough to move around each other, I relished the closeness, out hips pressed together, unable to separate, sharing our heat. For a moment I was lost in the sight, his shirt clinging to his toned body, sleeves tight around his upper arms, but I knew we didn’t have much time, and I needed to take what I wanted.

My finger pressed to his lips again as my other hand made quick work of his belt. He groaned quietly, his eyes darting to the curtain and footsteps on the other side. The sounds of the street were muffled, the faint clinking of wares, the lively conversation, it felt so far away, yet ever present.

I let go of his lips, focusing my attention on the object of my desire. His hands gripped my waist deliciously, wrapping around me, a desperate and possessive grip as he observed my nimble hands. They slipped effortlessly under the elastic of his boxers, freeing his cock from its confines.

I held his hardening shaft firmly, savouring the sensation of him growing in my hands, the overwhelming heat of his cock in my palm. I watched as it swelled, all the contours and veins becoming prominent as the tip slickened with his eagerness.

“My god...” I whispered, watching it twitch against my belly, the tip lightly sticking to my skin with each pulse.

“Wait, mom is right out...” He tried to pull away but his back was against the wall. I smiled teasingly, pushing myself against him, my body flush with his, his cock trapped between us, pushing against the soft skin of my stomach.

“Don’t tell me you’re too scared to take care of your sister?” I bit my lip as I looked up at his face, his eyes were wide, fear but also a burning lust that made his teeth grit.

“They’ll hear...” He protested, but I was determined to break this taboo again. I needed it.

“Watch and learn...They won’t hear anything.” I stood up on my tip-toes to plant a wet kiss on his hot lips. Then turned around. I savoured the feeling of his hot length against my ass once more, but this time I needed to feel it skin-to-skin. I slowly bent down, shedding my shorts followed my panties.

As I stood back up I felt his breath on the back of my neck, hot and feral, the lust for his sister clouding his morality and self-preservation. I reached back, grabbing the base of his cock, watching him arch his neck from the overwhelming sensation—God, I loved getting him in this state.

I bit my lip and stifled a guttural moan as I pulled his searing shaft between my cheeks, letting it emerge under me, pushing up and twitching against my own dripping heat.  

The hot friction threatened to unravel me as I wiggled my hips, trying to pull forward enough to allow him access inside me, binding ourselves again in this unholy union.

“You’re so fucking wet.” His breath against my back, cooling my flushed skin. His words were sweeter than honey.

“All for you, big bro...” I quietly hissed, my words like a serpent’s whisper. I felt his grip shift to the bend of my hips, holding me steady as his hips shuddered backwards, the slick drag of his shaft against my weeping pussy. Finally, I felt the pressure against my softest spot, the forbidden ingress into my heat. His tip pressed against my velvety folds till it popped inside, letting our corruption continue.

Just then, as I felt his warmth begin to spread through me, a voice pierced the silence, “Are you okay in there, hon?” We both froze, the shock bleeding into a brief panic. I could feel him sink deeper inside me, the pressure in my belly spreading, radiating like a fire. The fullness inside threatening to spill into a fevered moan as I fought against my carnal instinct.

“Y...yea, this dress is a bit tight, mom.” I felt him twitch inside, stirring my guts as his face contorted with the overwhelming stimulation. He bottomed out, a faint slap of flesh echoed through the space as our bodies connected fully—there was no going back.

“Do you want a size up?” Mom continued to press, we watched in horror as her hand wrapped around the edge of the curtain. I looked back at the position we were in, connected at the hips, unrepentant in our sin, an obscene display. I had to act!

“Yes! yes, please, can you go and get the next size?” Her hand didn’t move, “oh, and where is Matti, mom?” My last ditch effort to distract her.

“Oh! Yea, where did he go?” Her hand unsnaked from the curtain, I could feel the divine weight being lifted of my shoulders as her footsteps shuffled around outside, turning and looking for her son.

“God, him and your dad are so aloof, two secs, dear” Her words were like a permission, just a little longer together.

“Sure... Sure thing, mom” I push back against Matti, pinning him to the wall of the changing room with my ass. The view of my ass squished against him was incredible. I moved forward, then pushed back onto his length, feeling it impale me deeper than I though possible.  

His arms were tense as he held onto me, his coarse grip against my skin as I began grinding against him. Each stroke was a blasphemy against our blood, as I felt him stir inside me, with every motion applying pressure to my sensitive bud. I needed to feel him finish inside me, to mark me and claim my flesh.

My hips shuddered with each silent movement, only audible sound being our hot fevered breaths and the obscene squelch of our connection. I teetered on the edge, the pressure within me threatening to spill. My own brother bringing me to heights of ecstasy I never thought possible.

“Please… finish inside, I want to feel it.” My plea escaped my lips unwarranted, dripping with need.

“But what if you get…” His whispers were strained, caught in the throes of pleasure.

“It’s a safe time of the month, please.” Lies, yet I begged for it nonetheless.

“Just fill me, please.” I looked back at him with pleading eyes, my face flushed and sweaty. I needed to feel his love spilling into me, binding us in this affront to God.

His pace quickened, his own thrusts meeting my grinding hips in a prefect synchronicity. The pressure inside me grew, Each pull of his cock against my wet grip stimulating the blunt ache of desire, making me succumb to this unholy pleasure.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck...” I whimpered, covering my mouth as the molten core of my affection spilled over. I gripped his searing length with the aching muscles of my spent pussy, milking every ounce if pleasure he had to give. I felt my knees weaken, threatening to give way.

Suddenly, I was aware of his muscles tensing, his cock growing hotter and thicker inside me. My eyes widened as I felt myself rise off the ground, his arms lifting my hips, my feet dangling helplessly. He pushed deep into me until the tip of his cock kissed my cervix. The delicious mix of pain and pleasure as he began to fill me with a shuddering grunt.

My toes curled at warmth spreading through my belly with each powerful pulse of his release. The delicious sensation overwhelmed me, drowning me in the bliss of our union. I savoured every moment, every potent pump deep inside.

His spent cock twitched inside me as I gripped it tightly, reluctant to let go of this moment. We panted, glistening with sweat, gazing into each other’s eyes, mouths agape in disbelief. The air was thick with the scent of sex and the remnants of our guilt.

“How...” I felt my body shudder with the aftershocks of the intense pleasure as his cock slipped free from my depths, followed by a trickle of his cum as I was left clenching at nothing, desperately trying to keep him inside, “How are we going to get out of here without anyone noticing, Matti?” I asked him almost deliriously.

“What?” He hissed? “You don’t have a plan?” He looked bewildered by my short-sightedness.

“I hadn’t thought that far...” I admitted, turning around to face him once more. My hands draped around his neck.

Just then, a familiar voice drifted into our sanctuary, cutting through the haze of lust, “I can’t find him anywhere, sweetie.” Our eyes met, fear gripping us as my mom’s voice threatened to expose us again.

“Oh. Hi Lucas,” She smiled warmly, the dimples on her cheeks conveying her genuine enthusiasm, “I didn’t want to disturb you, you seemed out to lunch there,” she giggled, “Like... figuratively, I mean.” Another embarrassed giggle, “I know it’s your actual lunch break... you know what I mean!” She laughed at her own word salad covering her mouth with a tinge of embarrassment.

“Yea, sorry, been a rough few days.” I tried to put her at ease, keeping my inner turmoil to myself, not letting it spill out.

I leaned back on the counter, directly across from where she sat on the sofa, I could feel the tension, the tug I fought against by keeping my distance. Our eyes fixed on each other for a moment too long, her gaze faltered, dropping down to her lap briefly.

She looked back up, breaking the silence between us, “Rough few day, huh?” She scanned me up and down with a smile, “Could have fooled me, you’ve got that effortless suave thing going on.”

I lifted off the counter, taking a step forward, was that a compliment?

“Effortless?” I chuckled, “You should see me before my morning coffee.” I playfully added, watching for her response. I trying to keep it together, but I couldn't help the knot in my stomach every time we spoke.

“Hah! Everyone knows to avoid you in the mornings.” A teasing smile playing on her lips, each movement of her face drawing me closer.

“Am I that much of a monster in the mornings?” I was leaning on the edge of the kitchenette now, close enough to see her shirt move as she breathed, watching her breath quicken slightly the closer I got.

“Less so around lunchtime.” She winked sending a spark of confidence surging through my body.

“Are you afraid too?” I smirked, leaning forward, my tone slightly teasing.

“I’m not afraid of monsters,” her fingers brushing the edge of her phone as she shifted slightly on the sofa, a teasing lilt in her voice, “And besides, I know you have a soft spot for me.”

Her lips parted slightly again, caught between a smile and a response, and for a second, the tension between us thickened, stretched taut like a rubber band. She recovered quickly, though, her smile turning shy, “Sorry, I didn’t mean...”

I cut her off, “No...” I looked around the empty break-room once more, the suffocating, stale atmosphere being our only companion, “It’s true.” My heart pounded, all my professionalism melting under her soft-spoken confessions.

My mind raced, but I was in too deep, my own body made up my mind before I did and I spoke without thinking, “Speaking to you is the best part of my morning.”

We both blushed, looking away from each other briefly as the tension turned in a torrent of escalating confessions. I looked back toward her, her body moulded to the sofa, facing me. She was fidgeting with the hem of her skirt, as if holding something back.

I was resolute, I pulled up a chair in front of her,  Taking a nervous sip of my coffee I tried to speak but we interrupted each other, laughing nervously.

“Sorry, go ahead.” I rubbed the back of neck with embarrassment.

“Did you mean that?” She asked timidly, with a hint of a smile playing on her lips, “about liking to talk to me?” Her eyes locked with mine, anxious for an answer, they shined like crystalline pools of honey, searching for a signal.

“I do...” I answered, steadying my eyes on hers, “It’s hard to keep it professional.” I added before she shot back.

“Then don’t.” Her retort was sharp and direct, making my eyes widen with the implication.

“Everyone in this office is so formal and proper. It’s suffocating” She added, her look pleading, her sable skin glistening with an unspoken anticipation which tugged on us both.

“Oh yea? Then why don’t you tell me something unprofessional then?” I smiled, feeling how close our legs were, sensing the heat radiating off her exposed skin. Each subtle movement moving us closer to the edge of proper office decorum.

“Well,” She leaned in, her perfume sending a jolt through my senses, “I hear the Ruby and Matt have been sneaking into the janitors closet when they think nobody is looking.” Her tone low and conspiratorial.

“Wow,” I blushed, trying to hide my nerves at the sudden shift in the conversation, “I guess that’s one way to make this job more interesting...”

She covered her face as she laughed at the absurdity of sharing such an inappropriate secret with me. I couldn’t help but to find it adorable. The way her legs lifted off the ground as she rolled back into the sofa. She was so comfortable yet always holding back—some part of herself just out of reach. Seeing her open up like that made me feel elated, almost fuzzy. She was the single streak of colour in my otherwise grey tapestry of life.

“Okay, okay, your turn.” She moved closer, we were close enough that I could see the beads of nervousness on her chest, her quick breaths, her dilated pupils. My nerves were frayed, trying to find the right thing to say.

“Hmmm, that’s dangerous, this kind of talk can get me in trouble.” I smiled with a playful wink, watching her breath hitch as she responded.

“What’s wrong?” Her tone turning lower, undercut with a sultry teasing, “Afraid to be wrapped around my finger if I find out too much?”

Her words were like a hot knife cutting through my defences.

“There are worse places to be.” I shot back quickly, closing more of the distance between us. Esi’s legs parted slightly as my leg moved between them breaking a barrier between us. I’ve never been this close to her.

“I like you Esi, more than I think is appropriate.” I spoke with a new found confidence, moving my face closer and her making no effort to pull back. Her mouth hung open, her breath mixing with mine.

“You... do?” Her voice turned timid again. I could see her uncertainty, unsure of where our boundaries had moved. Her eyes scanned up to messy blond hair, then my chest, watching my muscles tensing under my shirt as my heavy breaths betrayed my true feelings.

“I... I don’t think we can keep it professional anymore.” She admitted softly, her hand brushing her thigh nervously.

I could feel the pull, the gravity between us, but was this really happening? Would she stop me? Did I even want her to?

Her lips were so close I could feel their heat on mine, a crescendo of repressed emotions swelling. My chest was tight with everything I wanted to say, but words felt unnecessary, I just wanted to finally taste her lips, I wanted the electricity of that first contact. My head moved, my forearm muscles straining against my tight, formal shirt as I lifted my body forward. A soft gasp escaped her lips in anticipation, a stuttering breath. I opened my eyes, and her piercing gaze cut through me—waiting, daring me to break that final boundary.

Just then, a creak of the door broke our intense moment, we both pulled back with racing hearts as a co-worker mindlessly entered the break-room. We both watched, wide-eyed as she lazily walked over to the counter pouring a cup of coffee, completely unaware of how close she came to catching us red-handed.

I shot up from my chair, Esi followed, her body dwarfed by my stature as I looked down at her nervously. We both waited for something, neither of us sure what.

I quickly pulled out my phone, my nervous fingers tapping on the screen, causing Esi’s phone to buzz on the sofa. She looked over to see a message flash on teams app.

My office. Now.

I watched her face as I reluctantly left our spoiled sanctuary, her expression spelled a mix of longing and frustration at the intrusion. I couldn’t help but smile as I watched her pout, arms crossing as she sank back into the old sofa. There was such a brightness in her I could even see it shine now.

My step was quick and light as I hurried back to my office. I closed my blinds and sat down at my desk, slumping down and trying to calm my nerves. My hands trembled slightly, this was the most intense surge of emotions I felt in weeks—a sad, but sobering thought.

My breath was steadying as I reached for my bottom drawer, pulling out a half empty bottle of aged Whiskey—I haven’t touched this since we started the company.

As I poured some of the fragrant brown liquid into my coffee mug, I couldn’t help but think of the purpose of this bottle. First used to celebrate a new start as I built something new with my friends, and now drinking it again in the face of a new momentous shift in my life. Was I overthinking it?

“You going to pour me some too?” Her voice was like silk as she snapped me out of my own mind again—I can never hear her coming, she’s like a cat that always appears when I least expect it but need its comfort the most.

I hurried to my feet, pacing past her, locking eyes with her as I locked the door. Her breath was hot on my neck as I leaned over her to turn the key. Her closeness sent a feral shiver down my spine as I stood up in front of her, watching her lips once more before leaning down, this time she moved too, standing up on her toes to reciprocate.

Our lips locked together, my muscles straining against my shirt as I lost balance, pushing her against the wooden door with a soft thud. Her arms grabbing at my shirt, yanking it taut around my body as she gasped into my mouth.

Her lips felt like fire, a searing kiss that made me dizzy, only focusing on her taste. My hands wrapped around her waist, holding her steady as she deepened our connection.

her tongue tangling with mine in a dance of lust and longing. The taste of her was so intoxicating from this angle, the scent of her perfume and natural femininity clawing at my senses as I broke the fevered kiss.

We looked at each other with panting breaths, her shirt rode up, my pale hand splayed over the dark silk of her skin—a contrast so intoxicating it made my pulse hammer in my throat.

“You’re so beautiful.” I whispered, feeling her hand trace a path from my jawline down to my heaving chest, she was admiring the intensity of my heart and how it beat for her.

She sucked in a breath, as if my words had struck something vulnerable in her. “You...” She hesitated, glancing away, before locking eyes with me again. The warmth in her skin was undeniable, a fever that burned through every inch of contact.

“I mean it, Esi.” I pecked at her lips, biting and pulling her closer into my embrace, “You’re perfect.” I struggled to articulate the height of my attraction to her. Feeling her melt into me, heat against heat, stripped me of all reason—I could only cling to her, desperate to drink in every inch of her fire.

Her hands gripped my waist tightly, her nails digging possessively into my skin, clawing at my muscles, it was a raw and desperate feeling that I shared. The pent up passion so strong it was frustrating. The need was unbearable, every second of restraint an agony I could no longer endure.

I clenched my jaw so tight it ached, every muscle in my body coiled like a spring ready to snap. My hand cupped her jaw, dragging her toward me, needing her as much as the breath in my lungs. Her brown skin was so soft in my hand, spilling between my fingers as I pulled her heat back towards me, my lips brushing hers as we staggered backwards toward my desk.

“Why...” Her words coming in raspy in between fevered gasps, “Why did you wait this long?”

I felt her push me against the desk, knocking my laptop over, clearing space as I sat back.

“I’ve been asking myself that every day since you arrived.” I confessed as her hands explored the contours of my torso, her eyes fixated on the body I’ve been hiding under proper office attire.

I needed to feel more of her, I wanted her skin to give under my touch, to feel her weight. I leaned forward, eliciting a soft whimper from her lips as my hands cupped her ass, my fingers kneading the soft flesh as I pulled her up onto the desk with me, her legs instinctively parting to straddle my hips.

Her lips parted, breath damp and heavy against my skin as she sank onto me, her warmth seeping through my clothes, her heat, her weight, it was intoxicating.

“Wait...” She protested weakly, making no effort to move, instead pushing up on my chest and looking at my wide, desperate eyes, “What if someone hears?” Palpable worry in her eyes, yet her hips moving on their own accord, settling comfortably in position.

“Then I guess we better keep really quiet.” I whispered into her lips, my nose brushing against hers as our lips brushed together so softly I felt my entire body shiver.

Her eyes gleamed with desire, mirroring the urgency I could feel building between us. I winced slightly as I felt her hips beginning to move, throwing my head back as my hands locked around her hips, helping guide her movements.

She stifled silent moans, wrapping her arms around my neck as I pulled her back onto my lips. I could feel my own arousal building, each roll of her hips making it noticeable as I swelled between her legs.

She groaned into my mouth like a purring cat, breaking the kiss briefly, "God..." she bit down on her lip, trying to stifle the whimper clawing up her throat. "I...fuck. I can’t... Stay quiet " She whispered her warning in my ear as her rolling hips began moving in tight circles around my the bulge straining through my trousers.

My grip on her hips tightened, holding her in place as I moved my hips underneath her, a firm pull against her most sensitive spot, making her gasp, “Just... just keep your lips on mine. I’ll keep you quiet.” I felt drunk, disinhibition spreading through my body like a delicious poison as I watched her writhe on top of me like a serpent, her shirt untucked, stray buttons undone, her dark skin visible under her white office shirt. I wanted to rip it open, to feel nothing but her skin against mine, to lose myself completely in her heat.

My hands moved as if possessed, grabbing her shirt just under neck, her soft skin heating my clenched fists as I began pulling down with a deliberate firmness, each button snapping off with force until she was exposed to me­—bare.

“Fuck...” She moaned, sucking sharply through her teeth as I pulled her shirt off her sleeves, her breasts barely covered by her bra. I could feel her hands, still on my chest, they gripped the white fabric and pulled it apart, shedding any barrier between us.

She sat on top, griding down on my hardness hard as she watched my body, my pale skin, the contours of my muscles, her gaze drifted downward to where we were connected. But, I couldn’t wait any longer. I pulled her body into mine, my arms locking around her, keeping her heat on my body as I felt the electric connection melting us into each other. Writhing together, sharing our heat, our sweat, as we panted shuddering breaths into each other’s mouths. Pushing against each other’s resistance like we couldn’t get close enough.

In the fray of our lust my fingers wrapped around the waistband of her skirt, finding the zipper on the back. She arched her back as I slowly pulled down, her hands caressing my chest as she slipped down, making quick work of my belt. The Frantic clinking of the buckle and hurried breaths creating a heated atmosphere that was almost stifling.

I pulled her skirt up around her belly, My heart pounded like a drum as I saw her white panties through her black tights. Her gaze shifted to me, frenzied and pleading as I tore a hole, ripping through the delicate fabric right were I needed access.

“God, Lucas... Fuck... slow down.” Her hips twisted as my fingers grazed her inner thigh. Yet, despite her words, I watched her hands disappear into my boxers.

I groaned loudly, my forearms flexing, popping a button on my rolled up sleeve as I felt her touch the hot shaft of my cock. Her finger wrapped around it pulling it free. As it slipped out, rising steadily with each pulse, her eyes widened.

“It’s... it’s big.” She whispered, her eyes locked on the length of my pale cock nestled between the black skin of her thighs, the tip slickened and twitching with anticipation of our impending coupling.

“I want it all inside you.” I hissed as her warm thighs closed around it, holding it in place as her hand returned to stroke it slowly, “Please, I can’t wait any longer, Esi.” My coherence was slipping at her touch. My hands reaching up to cup her breasts, feeling them spill into my palm as I rubbed her hardening nipples through the padded fabric.

I watched her rise to her knees, permission painting her face as I reached out to pull aside the white lace of her panties—it was soaked, ruined.

I forgot to breathe as I revealed the slick folds of her pussy, the glistening inviting flesh that begged to be claimed. I pulled her closer by the hips, the tip dragging between her lips with a wet squelch as she positioned herself right over my twitching manhood.

“Go slow, please.” I watched her gentle face, her lips flushed, full and begging to be kissed.

 “I want to feel all of it...slowly.” She put her hands on my shoulders, holding on for balance as I pulled her hips down impaling her slowly, watching her skin ripple with pleasure.

I was mesmerised by the beautiful contrast of our skin, every movement so distinct and clear as I disappeared into her velvety depths. I could feel the need in her movements, he muscles straining to give me access deeper inside as I slowly filled her, inch by inch, both our bodies tensing in unison as I lost myself in the feeling of her inner warmth, the slick darg of my cock against her insides as she gripped me tightly, never wanting to release me. Her nails raked down my back, and I felt her shudder—her whole body trembling as if she was trying to hold on, trying not to shatter too soon.

Her skin was becoming slick with sweat under my grip, her head shooting back, eyes shut tightly as we finally connected. A wet slap echoing through the office as her hips connected with mine. I looked down, seeing her belly, black skin deliciously slick with her warmth. I pulled her to me, licking her chest as we began moving. Her feminine taste, the smell of her lust it was animalistic.

Her thighs shook and muscles strained with each thrust, slapping down against me. I matched her rhythm pushing up into her with each movement. A perfect synchronicity punctuated by the symphony of wet slaps, fevered moans and the creak of the wooden desk. She was ruining me. Every roll of her hips had me unravelling, coming apart at the seams.

The way she moved was deliberate and precise, making sure each pass of her hips pulled out just enough to leave a wanting void inside her belly that she could immediately fill by slamming down against me.

I was nearing my limit, “Esi... I’m so... so close.” I couldn’t hold on any longer, my heart pounded at my impending release, my cock growing harder and hotter inside her as it glided in and out effortlessly. I wrapped my arms around the small of her back possessively. Pulling her body flush with mine. I was gone. My brain, my restraint—nothing existed beyond this heat, this need.

“Fuck, Lucas... yes.” She didn’t resist, melting into my grip, her voice wavering as I started thrusting up into her, hard and fast, my balls slapping against her pussy, sticking to it with each movement.

 “Just fucking fill me!” She caught herself almost shouting, pressing her face firmly into my neck, biting me as she held on, demanding everything I had left to give. I was shaking. My muscles, my breath, my control—everything slipping. I held her tighter, grounding myself in the only thing that mattered: Her.

I could feel her climax approaching too, the rhythmic grip on my cock, clenching and pulling me deeper. I was at my limit, with a final shuddering thrust I pushed all the way inside, emptying myself deep inside Esi. Feeling the heavy, aching pumps fill her with my essence, feeling how her body responded to the warmth spreading through her belly with each throb and pulse.

“Fuck, fuck, FUCK, I’m cumming.” She gasped into my skin, her hips rolling on my spent cock, chasing every last shuddering wave of pleasure with renewed fervour. The overstimulation was blinding as her ass tensed with each shuddering movement.

She sat up, riding me as I winced and groaned with the agonising pleasure. The way she gasped—high and breathy, like she was on the verge of tears—told me she was far too deep to stop now.

 Her breath coming in fast and ragged, staring deep into my soul as she pushed back down onto me with a final desperate movement, her mouth agape but only a breathless whimper escaping. Her body convulsed, sharp and breathless, her thighs tightening, her back arching as the last overwhelming spasm hit—She was completely undone.

We stayed like that for eternity, coupled, connected at the hips, neither of us wanting to break the bond we just created. My cum trickled between her thighs, cool against the heat of her skin, and I let my gaze drop to where we were still connected—the stark contrast of her dark skin against my flushed, pale torso. A masterpiece in contrast. A moment I wasn’t ready to let go of.

“You are fucking incredible, Esi.” I spoke up first, my voice ragged and spent. She looked down at me softly, her hand delicately tracing the line on my jaw.

“I… You… I didn’t know it could feel this good…” She stumbled over her words, her mouth dry, her eyes glassy and unfocused, lost in the aftermath.

I couldn’t help but admire her—sitting there, still on top of me, her body like some divine sculpture, and her face, flushed and radiant, almost too beautiful to look at. The way she shyly covered her face only made her more endearing.

 “God was feeling inspired when he created you, Esi.” The words slipped out before I could stop them, but the blush that spread across her cheeks made it worth it. She was perfect in ways I couldn’t even begin to describe.

But as I laid there, the hard wood of the desk digging painfully into my back, something inside me shifted. The desire that had overwhelmed me for so long was still there, sure—but it was no longer the only thing I felt. I wanted more than just this—I wanted to be with her, to hear her voice in the quiet of a night, to hold her close without the pressure of fleeting moments.

I use his hands as leverage, I push up, feeling his cock pull between my sensitive folds, until it rests against the warm entrance. His eyes lock with mine, a moment of brief hesitation, a final threshold, no going back.

“Just listen out for the car on the driveway ok?” I whisper to him and he nods back, his cheeks turning red as he shifts his gaze to our imminent connection.

I lowered myself slowly, the tip of him slipping inside. The heat and fullness bloomed inside me, a gasp escaping my lips as I adjusted to the sensation. His muffled groan filled the air, his body tensing beneath mine.

There was still time to stop—still a chance to pull back.

But then, I slipped. My grip on his hands faltered, and I fell, my weight crashing down onto him, impaling myself on his cock. A wet slap echoed in the room as I gasped, my body jerking in response to the sudden, overwhelming pressure. He filled me, deep and hot, and for a moment, I thought I might break.

The shock of it coursed through my entire body, every nerve alive, buzzing. My inner walls clenched around him reflexively, trying to accommodate the new, impossibly full sensation. My breath caught in my throat as if I’d been punched in the gut, the intrusion so overwhelming that I couldn't even cry out. A low, shaky moan escaped my lips as I tried to steady myself, my legs trembling, my hips frozen in place. I felt him twitch inside me, so deep it was like he had invaded a part of me I hadn’t even known existed.

His hands tightened around mine, and for a brief moment, we just stayed like that—our bodies locked in this forbidden, searing connection. The taboo nature of it made everything feel sharper, hotter, like fire and ice all at once. My heart pounded in my chest, a frantic rhythm that matched the throbbing of his cock inside me. My mind spun, torn between guilt, fear, and the primal satisfaction of having him completely buried in me.

My senses begged me to focus on the pleasure I was feeling, feeling my brother stirring inside, the shuddering thrusts, feeling the slick, hot drag of his cock as I moved, and a sharp gasp escaped my lips. I wasn’t sure if it was pain or pleasure anymore; the line had blurred completely.

“Matti…” I moaned, “I’m your sister, we can’t…” I tried to lie to myself, pretend that I didn’t want this as much as he did. I tried to listen out for any signs of intrusion, my stomach sinking at every tiny sound, but unyielding.

All I knew was that I needed more. Slowly, tentatively, I began to rise, the tight grip of my walls reluctantly releasing him, only to slide back down, taking him in again with a wet, sinful sound. Each time I sank down, the pressure inside me built, my pulse pounding in my ears, drowning out everything except the heat between us.

Our hands clasped together as I grinded my hips against him, the soft, embarrassed moaning creating a cloud of fog around us, the smell of sweat and sex permeating the room. The increasing pace of the wet clapping, the urgency of our breath.

We were locked in a feral rhythm, unable to grasp the reality of the situation, both of us seeking release, begging to mark each other.

His hands released mine, I felt my arms go limp as I continued to bounce on top of him mindlessly, a familiar pressure building in my belly. His hands traced up my belly and cupped my breasts, pushing them upwards as he squeezed my nipples. I arched my back and let out a fevered gasp, I was melting into his touch, my sensitive nipples and breast felt so tender in his grip. I loved the feeling of my brother groping me like this.

The sensation of his cock and his hands on my tits rendered me completely at his mercy. I looked down to see his brow furrowing, he was shuddering, his balls were tight against my pussy, I reached back to massaged them which made him moan with even more urgency.

“No, stop, don’t do that, I’ll… I’ll…” He couldn’t even finish a sentence before I felt it. The shuddering, back-aching release. His back arching, lifting my knees off the bed as he pushed fully inside me, the tip of his cock kissing my cervix, making me let out a silent cry as my toes curl. Then finally, the release, his cock pulsating inside me, throbbing as it pumped my womb full of his cum, thick hot streams warming my belly from the inside. I gripped his chest, the sensation of him claiming me like this was too much. My thighs squeezed his sides as I tried to hold back the overwhelming wave spreading through from my pussy and up my lower back, crashing against me like a wave of bliss, my vison blurring as I surrendered to my brother.

The moment seemed to linger forever as we stared at each other in the aftershocks of this unholy union. Bodies slick with sweat, hearts pounding like drums, sticky remnants of our connection dripping out of me and binding us together.

“I…” I tried to form a thought but my mind was blank.

Then suddenly, a metallic click—followed by the groaning creak of the door. My heart dropped. My head snapped toward the sound, terror slicing through the haze of pleasure. The door was opening.

No, no, no…

Panic seized me. My stomach lurched as I locked eyes with Matti, both of us frozen in the horror of what was about to happen. I couldn’t breathe. Every nerve in my body screamed to move, but all I could feel was his heat still inside me.

In a desperate rush, I threw myself forward, yanking the duvet over us. My pulse thundered in my ears as I buried myself beneath it, Matti's cock still twitching inside me as I hid. I lay there, trembling, knowing his head was exposed—praying they wouldn’t notice the flush in his cheeks, the sweat on his brow.

The door creaked wider.

“Matti, where is your sister?”

He tried to pull back—maybe he was scared. But before he could, I grabbed his wrist in a flash of desperation. My hand smacked against his with a quiet clap, loud enough that I froze for a second, panic jolting through me. I glanced at the front seat. Mom turned slightly, but then settled back, oblivious. A shudder ran through me as I slowly, deliberately guided his hand back, returning it to the spot where I wanted him.

I felt the heat of his palm searing into the soft flesh of my inner thigh, his nervous sweat leaving a path as it moved closer and closer. I arched my back and held back revered moans as his hand finally touched it. The length of his pinkie finger pressed deliciously into the slit of my steadily dampening pussy. In a flash of desperation, I clamped my legs around his hand, holding him there, every movement he made sending sparks to the sensitive spot between my legs. His subtle struggle only heightened the sensation, the friction against my clit making it harder to stay silent.

I grabbed his wrist and guided his movements as he relaxed, his forearm muscles flexing as he obeyed my instructions with his deliberate strokes. I purred silently as I made his hand trace delicate lines up and down, side to side, through the soft fabric of my bikini. My own brother exploring  me like this in the backseat of the car, while our parents sat inches away, completely unaware. The guilt and the unholy crossing of boundaries between their kids unfolding deliciously just out of their sight.

My had still griped his forearm but the movements were now his own. He weaved delicious circles on my swollen clit, making sure to savour the wetness as he run his finger between my labia, pushing the thin fabric against me. I was losing control.

My mind was going blank with the pleasure and the added stimulation of the slick fabric. I was becoming light-headed, delirious with need as I slumped down in the seat, opening my legs till they brushed against his knee. The sloppy and squelching sounds of my soaked pussy being abused were drowned out by the radio, just as I was drowning in the waves of impending pleasure spreading from the depths of my belly. I gritted my teeth and furrowed my brow as my thighs shook, a potent shudder of climax spreading through me as I let go.

I was cumming from my brother’s tender touch, I was disgusted with myself, but that feeling only fuelled the fire of feral lust I felt by breaking this taboo.

 I had to clamp his hand with my thigh to signal my release and protect my senses from the maddening over stimulation. His strong hands relaxed and made me shudder as they pulled away, leaving a cold void where they once were.

The air in the car felt stifling, smelling of sex and heavy with the weight of what we had just done. His hand slipped away, but the memory of his touch lingered, making my skin burn with the thought of what I should do.

I could feel the warmth of his body radiating through the small gap between us as I scooted closer, our skin briefly sticking together when my shoulder grazed his. I heard his trembling exhale, the nervous tension rolling off of him in waves. His reaction sent a thrill down my spine—he was vulnerable, and I knew I had him.

“Mom?” I asked, my voice breaking through the silence. Beneath my confident tone, I was a mess inside, trying to hold everything together.

“Yes, sweetie?” My mom’s nurturing voice made my heart pound with the realisation of proximity to my lewd acts.

“Ummmm, How long till we get home? I’m really tired.” My deceitful question stoked the fire in my stomach as my heart pounded. I needed to know how long I had left in this cloak of darkness.

“Well, sweetie, it looks like about 10 minutes… give or take.” My mom answered calmy without turning around.

“Perfect.” I responded with my voice crackling mischievously as my hand wandered to Matti’s thigh. My head was spinning, I felt invincible, drunk with the lustful power I held over my own brother.

The line had been crossed and there was no going back, I wanted to embrace the consequences of my deliberate seduction. Other boys were fine, but I needed something more, it wasn’t just about sex but the primal taboo nature of this forbidden fruit. I wanted to corrupt Matti and myself, this desire burned a hole in my chest as I rubbed my thighs together. What is happening to me?

My breath hitched and my heart skipped a beat as Matti whispered a hushed plea into my ear, his breath hot against my neck; “Please…”

It was over, my hands moved on their own as my fingers grasped the sandy hem of his shorts, tugging them forward with an urgency that matched the pounding in my chest. I felt the slick tip of his cock graze my hand as it sprang free and flopped against his raggedly breathing abdomen.

My heart pounded as I ran my finger against the length of his shaft, my stomach dropping as it just kept going. It was thick and long, it’s heat burning against my finger as I felt his pulse through his erection. My own brother hiding this from me for all this time.

I could hear his stifled moans, and his hands straining against the leather seats, he was desperately clinging onto control. He was frantic at his sister’s touch and I needed to calm him. Make him relax into this special moment.

I grabbed the base of his throbbing erection and pressed my lips to the slick skin of his neck, humming softly. I felt the forbidden intimacy ripple through me as he relaxed and melted into me, his body conforming to my curves as he breathed steadily.

I stole a quick glance at the front seat—mom and dad still blissfully unaware of the sin happening right behind them. My hands stroked gently, up and down, my wrist moving seductively as I savoured his essence.

His foreskin slid back with a slick pop, and I relished the wet heat of his cock, making sure to memorise every vein and contour. The more I played with his cock the slicker it became, my hands wet with my brother’s pre-cum as I tried to keep the noise to a minimum.

My mind raced, lost in the primal throes of lust, hypnotised by the sweet smell of his cock as it grew hotter and harder in my hand. My brother—my own brother—was falling apart under my touch. It was so wrong, so unforgiveable and yet it was all I wanted against all instincts of self-preservation.

I quickened my strokes, feeling him twitch and pulse in my hand, the slickness of his arousal coating my fingers. His breath was hot against my hair, his body tensing, his balls tight against his shaft, ready to drain. I knew he was close and I had to move quickly.

My face ducked down as I pushed my long hair out of the way, my lips sealing against the wet tip of his cock, sucking gently as he released. His body sunk back into the seat as potent streams of warm cum painted the insides of my cheeks, my throat working to swallow all he’s giving me, leaving no evidence behind. I was in a trance, sucking the cum out of my brothers cock and licking the tip clean, tasting the salty-sweet essence of our love.

As I pulled back I felt his breath on my cheek under the cover of darkness, it was hot and moist, leaving a lingering wetness on my skin. Lost in the moment I planted my lips, slick with his taste, on his, sealing us together once more before pulling away, back to my side of the car.