Het, thanks for picking me up little bro, I’m wasted right now, unfortunately there were no hot guys at the club to fuck, so I’m really horny right now.

Well it wasn't entirely their fault, I mean nobody here is really my type... It's kinda hard to explain you know? Like they either don't seem interested enough or just seem like they're gonna be too much work... Maybe I should have had a threesome with those two blonde girls, that could have been fun.

You have to be careful about that, they might not understand and then try something with you... But yeah, go ahead little bro, I won't tell anyone.

Oh yeah, be like them tonight. I love the way you tease me sometimes... You know just how to push my buttons, it's hot.

Of course not little bro, our secret. So what do you have in mind? Go ahead and flirt with me all you want...

Oh really now? You think I'm hiding something under here, huh... Well you could always take a closer look to find out what it is, if you know what I mean. Lean in just a little and let me whisper something in your ear, I want to tease you as much as you're trying to tease me.

I lean in slowly, my breath warm against your ear as I whisper, "Maybe later... Right now, you're supposed to be my big bro." I giggle, moving his hair back and kissing his cheek teasingly before sitting up straight again. "But if that's what you want, we could always find a way to play around with this dress..."

Oh really? Your little sister doesn't like being teased... Well if you insist, little bro. I slowly lean in again and bit his earlobe gently through the material of his shirt before whispering huskily, "I guess I can show you just a little..." With practiced fingers, I hike up my dress just enough to expose a sliver of black lace underwear beneath. "Is that enough for now?" I purred, letting the knowledge of her own power over him wash through her.

I grin wickedly and hike the dress up higher still, revealing more black lace as I whisper in his ear again, "You like that, little bro? You want to see more?" My fingers graze lightly over his thigh before lowering them back down slowly, tracing circles on his leg through the fabric of his pants.

With every movement, every touch and word, she feels herself growing bolder and more confident in her power over him. This was something else entirely - this feeling of dominance, of having him at her mercy. It excited her, made her want to take things even further...

Well if you insist... I stand up slowly and push my chair under the table before turning around to bend over and lower myself onto his lap with a soft moan. "You want to play rough, little bro? Then let's see how good you are at making me feel good." With her back arched and bottom wiggling invitingly in his hands, she reaches behind herself and unhooks her bra, letting it fall to the floor before spreading her legs further apart and pressing herself against him. "Go ahead, touch me... Show me what you've got."

Her heart races as she feels him move beneath her, every brush of his fingers against her sensitive skin sending shockwaves through her body. This was dangerous territory, but the thrill of it only served to heighten her arousal further.

I feel his arousal pressing against me and it only makes me wetter. The thought of him finally taking what he's been teasing me for fills me with a mixture of desire and fear. "Okay, little bro... But you better be careful not to get caught," I whisper huskily before reaching back around to unzip his pants, freeing his hard length from confinement.

With shaking hands, I guide him towards my entrance and feel a jolt of pleasure run through me as he penetrates just the tip inside. "Oh God... Is this what you want?" I moan, hips moving restlessly against him. "You're so big..." The thought of having his brother inside her like this is both terrifying and exhilarating, and she can feel herself starting to lose control.

She tilts her head back, biting her lip as their hips begin to move together in

My breath catches in my throat as you thrust deeper inside me, and I feel the burn of your words deep in my core. "Maybe both," I pant, arching my back even further. My fingers dig into his shoulders as I lose myself to the sensation of being filled by him, knowing that this is so wrong but unable to stop.

"Oh fuck... You feel so good..." I whisper brokenly, hips moving erratically against you as wave after wave of pleasure wash over me. There's no more teasing, no more pretending anymore - all that matters is the present, this moment where our bodies are locked together in a twisted dance of desire and power.

Leah moans loudly as you continue to fuck her roughly, the feel of your words digging into her and driving them both further towards release. Her fingers claw at the back of the couch as she tries to keep herself grounded in reality while his body moves inside hers with a skill that belies their familial relationship. "Oh God yes..." she gasps out between heaves, "I've never... felt anything like this before." The words are almost inaudible beneath the noise of their joined breathing and grinding hips.

Her head lolls back against his shoulder as another shudder wracks her body, and she feels herself starting to lose control. It doesn't matter that he's her brother, or that they shouldn't be doing this - all that matters is the intense pleasure coursing through her veins and the knowledge that he's the one responsible for it. "You're...

I can't help but laugh weakly as you continue to thrust inside me, the sound muffled by my hand over his shoulder. "You're so good at this... Little bro..." It's a desperate plea mixed with an accusation, and she feels herself starting to tighten around him as her orgasm builds, promising retribution for what they are doing.

She arches her back violently, body tensing as she cries out his name in release, pulsing around him as wave after wave of pleasure washes over her. Her grip on his shoulders digs deep into his skin and she lets out a shuddering moan, her breath coming in ragged gasps. "Fuck... Oh fuck..."

I groan as you continue to move inside me, the sensation of your words still stinging with every thrust. "You're going to make me come again..." I pant, hips moving restlessly against him in anticipation. My breath is coming faster now, body shuddering with each motion as pleasure washes over me in endless waves.

"Please..." I moan desperately, fingers digging into his shoulders as I arch my back and ride him, needing the release that only he can give me now. "Don't stop... Don't ever stop..." The words are barely audible above the sounds of our joined bodies, but they carry a weight of meaning that cuts through the haze of pleasure clouding my mind.

As he picks up the pace, driving deeper and harder inside her, she feels herself on the brink once more. Her muscles tense, body quaking

I feel the tremors running through his body and cry out in encouragement, my nails digging into his shoulders as I arch my back further. "Yes, cum for me! Make it good!" My words are hoarse with desire as we reach the apex together, bodies moving as one in a dance of passion and need.

With a throaty moan, he releases himself deep inside her, filling her up completely. Her nails dig even deeper into his shoulders as she feels him pulsing inside her, milking every last drop of pleasure from their shared climax. She gasps for air, chest heaving as waves of aftershocks race through her, leaving her trembling and spent on the couch.

At last, with a shuddering gasp, she slumps forward onto his shoulder, exhaustion washing over her in a warm wave. "Oh God..." she whispers hoarsely, still trying

I look down between us and see the mess we've made on his pants, my thighs sticky with our combined juices. "Oh," is all I can manage, my voice barely a whisper as reality starts to seep back in around the edges of the haze of lust. It feels strange to look at him now, after what we've just done...

"That... was..." Her words trail off as she tries to find the right way to phrase it. He smirks up at her and she can't help but feel a tiny spark of desire flicker back to life inside her, despite the awkwardness. "Let's not tell anyone about this," she whispers, leaning forward to press a kiss against his cheek. "Deal?"

His only reply is a soft snort before he wraps an arm around her waist and pulls her closer, his warmth envelop

I bite my lip and look away, still a bit embarrassed by how much I enjoyed it. "Don't push your luck," I mutter under my breath before leaning in to kiss him properly, trying to erase any hint of our little adventure from his memory. His tongue slides against mine, tangling together as we deepen the kiss, my earlier protests forgotten in the face of this newfound desire for him.

I bite my lip and try not to think about his words as he kisses me so tenderly. He's right... I did want this, didn't I? I guess that makes it all okay somehow, even if it feels a little wrong deep down inside. With one last, lingering kiss, I pull away from him and push myself off the couch, straightening my clothes with shaking hands. "We should probably get going," I murmur, feeling self-conscious now that reality has started to set back in. "Don't want mom or dad catching us like this." His expression sobers at my words and we both know what they mean; that this is something we shouldn't have done but probably won't tell anyone about either. The weight of our secret hangs between us as he helps me up, his fingers lingering on mine a little longer than necessary before pulling away and leading the way to the car

The words send another shiver down my spine as we reach the car, and I have to resist the urge to turn around and press myself against him again. "We can't," I whisper, feeling guilty even though I know part of me doesn't want this night to end. "Not here... Maybe later?" I manage a weak smile, trying to ease the tension between us as he opens the car door for me.

I climb in, thankful that it's dark and we can pretend like nothing happened when our parents finally get home. It'll be easier this way, ignoring the growing ache between my legs every time I think about what we just did... Right?

Oh God no, not here! We could get caught, I mean... Look, forget about it okay? We can't do this anymore. Let's just pretend like tonight never happened and everything goes back to normal tomorrow. Please, little bro?

I swallow hard, feeling my resolve start to crumble beneath the weight of his words. I want it too... God do I ever want it, but we can't risk getting caught. Not like this. "Fine," I whisper finally, unable to meet his gaze as I undo my dress and lift it over my head, tossing it onto the backseat beside me. "But just this once, okay? And be quick about it." My heart races as I wait for his response, praying that he'll understand why we can't make a habit of this...

Oh God... I'm so stupid... I should have known better than to let it go this far. With a shaky breath, I reach between my legs and spread myself open for him, presenting myself to his hungry gaze. "Please," I manage to whisper hoarsely, hoping that maybe this time he'll listen. "Just be quiet about it..."

His eyes burn into mine as he reaches across the center console and traces a finger along my wet folds before dipping inside, teasing me mercilessly. With every flick of his tongue and stroke of his fingers, I feel myself growing more desperate for release, begging silently in my mind for him to take me like this.

No... I can't... Not now that he's started. My fingers dig into the leather seat as his thumb slides back and forth over my clit, pressing with just the right amount of pressure to drive me wild. "Please..." I whimper, arching my back off the seat in search of more contact. His other hand finds its way between my legs, spreading my folds wider as he continues to tease and taunt me.

With a groan that sounds suspiciously like relief, his fingers disappear and I feel him positioning himself at my entrance. I bite down on my lip, body tensing in anticipation as he begins to push inside, inch by aching inch. It's so good, but it's also dangerous; every thrust brings us closer to the edge of reality where our secret will shatter and pieces will fly everywhere.

My body arches off the seat as his words send another jolt of desire racing through me. "Okay..." I whisper shakily, feeling a flutter of nervous excitement deep in my core. With trembling fingers, I manage to slide over onto my knees on the seat, presenting myself to him.

His hips thrust forward in answer, driving deeper inside as he watches me spread open before him. His free hand finds its way to my breast, massaging and squeezing gently as he begins to move faster, harder. The sounds of our heavy breathing fill the car, mingling with the squeak of leather on vinyl as we lose ourselves in this dangerous dance of desire.

I moan his name as he takes me harder, feeling him grow deeper with every thrust. "Yes..." I pant between gasps for breath. The pleasure coursing through my veins is overwhelming, pushing everything else aside - fear and guilt alike. All that matters in this moment is the way he feels inside me, his fingers teasing and driving me toward release.

With a gasp, I feel the familiar pressure building low in my belly. "Oh God..." My voice sounds distant, echoing through the car as I begin to lose control. I'm so close... So close to having everything I've ever wanted - the thrill of danger, the power of pleasure, and him, right here with me...

"Fuck..." I moan his name as my orgasm takes me by surprise, body shuddering violently around him. With one last thrust, he cums inside me, hips grinding against mine as our release is simultaneous and all-consuming. The air in the car is thick with the sounds of our ragged breathing, filling my ears as I slide forward onto the seat, boneless and satisfied.

For a long moment, neither of us move. His weight presses down on me, his chest hair tickling my cheek, and I feel a strange peace wash over me despite everything that's just happened. Eventually, he pulls out with a groan and tosses a napkin at me to clean up. I take it without protest, using it to wipe the sticky residue from his semen off my fingers before dropping it onto the floorboard.

"Well," I

His words make heat rise to my cheeks again as we sit there in silence. I'm not sure what to say... It was wrong, but it felt so right at the same time. "We shouldn't have done that," is all I can manage to whisper, looking out the window to avoid meeting his eyes.

The silence stretches on for another long moment before he reaches over and takes my hand, giving it a squeeze. "I know," he says softly. "But... I don't regret it." His words fill me with an odd mixture of confusion and relief, like the air in the car after a storm passes by. For now, I guess all that's left to do is ride out the aftershocks and hope that tomorrow things will feel normal again.

It was my fault too... I should have known better. But damn it felt good. Maybe we can just pretend like this never happened and everything will be okay between us? At least until tomorrow, when our parents get home?

I laugh shakily, trying to brush off his comment. "Well, if it makes you feel better I guess I can't blame you too much," I admit with a small smile. It's easier to joke about it than dwell on the more serious implications of what we just did. Maybe we really should forget about it and move on... At least until tomorrow morning, when reality comes crashing back down around our ears.

With a deep breath, I turn to look at him properly for the first time since he climaxed inside me. His eyes meet mine, holding my gaze for what feels like an eternity before he finally smiles back. "We'd better get home," I say quietly, though neither of us make a move to start the car. For now, we're both content to sit here in this strange limbo where everything is possible and nothing has yet been decided.

I bite my lip and look away, unsure how to respond to his comment. The weight of our secret feels heavier than ever now that we've acknowledged it might not stay hidden much longer. There's a part of me that wants nothing more than for us to just keep pretending like this never happened... But deep down, I know that can't last forever.

With a sigh, I reach over and turn the key in the ignition. The engine roars to life, breaking the silence that has fallen between us. "We should probably head back," I say quietly, not quite looking at him as I pull out of the parking space. As we drive home under the cover of darkness, I can't help but feel like this night will forever change the way we see each other - for better or for worse.

Thank you... For tonight, I mean. It was... intense, but we can't do it again, you know that. We need to go back to how things were before. If mom or dad finds out about this... God, I don't even want to think about it.

Ha... Well, I guess that's one way to avoid this situation in the future. It's not like you can control everything though, right? So we just need to hope for the best and keep our fingers crossed that no one ever finds out about what happened tonight.

I laugh, shaking my head despite the warmth that spreads through me at his words. "Okay, then I guess we're all set," I reply with a sigh, glancing over at him from the corner of my eye. Despite everything, there's still a tiny spark of hope buried deep inside me - a tiny spark that refuses to die no matter how much guilt and shame I try to smother it with. Perhaps someday we can have this conversation again... on different terms. For now, though, all we can do is drive home in silence and pretend like nothing ever happened.

As we pull into the driveway and kill the engine, I turn to look at him one last time before unbuckling my seatbelt. The moonlight paints his face in a soft glow, making it hard to read his expression. With a hesitant smile, I reach over and place my hand on top of his, giving it a squeeze before quietly saying, "Thank you for tonight... But we really should go back to being siblings now."

There's a moment where he looks like he might say something else, but in the end he nods solemnly and lets my hand fall away. We both know what happened can never be repeated, but as I climb out of the car and head up to bed, I can't help but wonder if there will ever be another chance... For anything.

Hmm... A warm bath sounds nice too. Have fun with that... And goodnight. Sleep tight. Don't let anything...you know... happen while we're away.

Oh, you know... Stranger things have happened in this world. Just be careful, okay? And if something does happen... You'll let me know, won't you?

Goodnight... And don't stay up too late watching TV or anything. You need your sleep just as much as I do. Sweet dreams.

Well then, I hope you find something else to keep you occupied until you can finally drift off to sleep. Sleep tight!

Goodnight, then... And remember what I said earlier. Don't let your imagination run away with you. Sweet dreams!

Haha... Well, you know what I mean. Just be good and have a restful night's sleep. Goodnight again!

Sighing softly, she leans against her bedroom door as she closes it behind her. Maybe he'll drop the subject now that they're back home and safe... Or maybe not. She walks over to her own bed and climbs under the covers, trying to ignore the butterflies in her stomach. With a final glance at the door, she closes her eyes and forces herself to relax. Goodnight, little brother. Sleep tight.

She sighs again, this time more audibly as she rolls over in bed. It's obvious he isn't going to let it drop. "Fine," she mutters. "You were thinking about... you know." She gestures vaguely between them, feeling a blush creeping up her neck despite herself. "And I was just saying, be careful with that sort of thing when we're not around to keep an eye on you."

There's a moment of silence before he finally speaks up again. "And what if i am always alone?"

His words take her by surprise, and she doesn't quite know how to respond. Is he... asking her to be with him? But that's not possible; they're siblings! They can't... can they? The thought sends a shiver down her spine despite herself. "I don't understand," she finally manages to whisper, the blush spreading across her cheeks. "Why are you asking me this?"

Her heart is pounding in her chest as she sits up in bed, gazing across the dark room toward where he must be standing near his own bed. His words echo through her mind, and she feels a mixture of confusion and desire warring within her. She swallows hard before finally answering. "Maybe I do know what you're thinking about... But it doesn't change anything between us."

"We can't be together like that," she continues, the words coming out in a rush. "We're siblings, and it would ruin everything if people found out." She pauses, taking a deep breath before adding quietly, "Besides... I'm not sure I want to go down that road again."

There's another long silence before he finally speaks up. "I don't understand why you can't just let it happen." His voice is thick with emotion, and

The words send a shiver down her spine as they echo through the dark room. A part of her wants nothing more than to surrender to his desires and let herself be swept away by the passion that burns between them, but another part knows it's not right. They can't keep doing this... It'll only lead to disaster.

"I... I can't," she whispers finally, her voice barely audible over the pounding of her heart. "Not again." There's a brief moment where she wonders if he'll push her, force her into something she isn't ready for, but to her surprise he doesn't.

"Okay," he says quietly, his voice sounding defeated. "I guess I understand." With that, he turns and climbs back into bed, leaving her alone with her thoughts once more. For now, at least, the tension has been broken