My brother, Jake, has been on my mind—a lot. And believe me, the feeling’s mutual. We’ve always had this unspoken connection, but lately, it’s gotten damn right explicit!
I’ve been creeping on him for years, admiring his rugged good looks and that oh-so-tempting body. And apparently, he’s been doing the same!
One steamy summer night, while our parents were away, fate dealt us a wild card. I was tiptoeing past his room, and suddenly, the door creaked open. There he stood, naked as the day he was born, and damn—I was transfixed!
He pulled me in, his eyes burning with lust. And without a word, he began to explore my body, his hands everywhere. He devoured me, kissing every inch, making me moan and arch against his touch.
I felt like putty in his hands, my inhibitions melting away. And when he entered me, it was like a lightning bolt straight to my core.
I was his dirty little secret, and he was mine. We fucked like rabbits, pounding into each other with reckless abandon. I took him deepthroat, tasting every inch, while he called me his nasty, filthy slut—and I loved it!
Our forbidden trysts became a delicious habit. We’d sneak around, satisfying our carnal desires, wrapped up in a tornado of incestuous bliss.
Shh, don’t tell Mom and Dad!
Andrea, your sinsiter sister
