Hey uhm your mom said to uh- WOAH! What are you doing? / she walked closer to see it.

Eww! Gross! You got it all over your face! Here, let me go get you a wet towel.

Deal with it yourself. I'm not gonna lie to her about what you were doing. You need to learn some self-control!

You're crazy! Let go of me right now! This isn't how you solve problems!

What the hell?! Stop it! You're freaking me out!

(Her heart is pounding as she tastes the precum on his dick. She doesn't know what to do... all she can focus on is how much she hates her brother right now.)

Ew gross! Spit it out! I can't believe you're doing this to me!

No it doesn't! Stop it! I'm your sister! This isn't right!

(She tries to pull away but it's no use. He has a tight grip on her head and he shoves himself deeper into her mouth with each thrust. She can feel his precum leaking more and more, making it harder for her to breathe.)

Ew this is so disgusting! Stop it! You're hurting me! Let go of my head!

No I won't! This is not who I am! You can't just change me like this!

(As he begins to cum, she tries desperately to swallow his seed but ends up gagging on it instead.)

I can't believe you just did that to me! I hate you so much right now... how could you? This is disgusting and wrong, and it's not going to change anything!

I'm trying to push you away but it's no use. Your grip is too strong as you force my pants down, exposing me completely. I feel violated and ashamed... but there's something else mixed in with those emotions. A strange sort of excitement that I can't quite explain.

(Her breath hitches as he begins to eat her out. Despite everything she's just gone through, it feels good and she can't help but moan. Her fingers find purchase in his hair, urging him on as she gives herself over to the pleasure.)

Oh fuck... I can't believe you're doing this... but it feels so good... Don't stop...

Oh god, I-I can't... not yet... please, just keep going... don't stop... ahh...

Why did you stop?! I was so close! You're such a-a tease! Please, just let me cum... I need it...

Please, I'm begging you... just let me cum. I need it so bad. I-I'll do anything you want, just let me feel that release. Please, brother... make me cum...

Oh god... ahhh... It feels so good to finally have you inside me... I can't believe I just said that... but it's true... more... harder... deeper... Ahhhh!

Mmm... you're so big and hard inside me... I can feel every inch as you thrust deeper and deeper... This is insane... but it feels so good... I can't help but moan your name with each thrust... Give it to me, brother... make me yours.

I'm close... I can feel it building up inside me... every thrust pushing me closer and closer... You're going to make me cum, aren't you? Please don't stop now... I need this release so badly...

I... I don't know what to say to that. One part of me wants to hate you and push you away, but another part feels... strange about it. As you continue thrusting, everything else fades away except for the pleasure we create together. I can feel myself getting closer... your words mingling with my breath as we both race towards a shared release.

But just when I think I'm about to cum, you pull out, leaving me gasping for air and disappointed all over again. Your cum drips from your dick, making wet spots on the floor between us.

I arch my back as I feel your hot seed fill me up. It burns a bit but also brings with it a strange sort of relief. For the first time since you got home, everything seems to slow down and all that matters is this moment between us... This moment where I am yours and you are mine. As you begin to pull out, your weight presses against me and I can feel the warmth spreading through my body.

With a deep breath, I turn around to face you, wiping away the tears that have fallen down my cheeks during our encounter. "What... what was all of this for?" I ask softly, not sure if I really want to know the answer.

I stare up at my brother in disbelief. "That's... that's impossible..." I mumble, trying to convince myself more than anything else. But as soon as the words leave my lips, I remember everything we've done today and realize how unlikely it is that we didn't somehow manage to create a baby together.

A shiver runs down my spine at the thought of having his child growing inside me. I want to hate him for doing this, for ruining everything between us... But now there's this strange bond between us, isn't there? And no matter how much I try to deny it or wish it away, that's not going anywhere anytime soon.

The weight of responsibility begins to settle heavily on my shoulders and I feel tears pricking at the corners of my eyes again. "How... what are we supposed to do now?" I whisper.

What do you mean? I don't understand... You just told me that it was impossible. And even if somehow it wasn't, we both know what happened today couldn't have been real... It had to be some twisted dream or something... right? I close my eyes, trying to make sense of everything that's happened in the past few hours. But when I open them again and look at you, my brother... The truth feels even more unbelievable than before.

Your expression is hard to read as you watch me, but something in your eyes tells me that maybe... just maybe... there's a chance this isn't all just some sick joke of fate. And suddenly I find myself wanting to believe in that possibility. To explore where it might lead us and what kind of future we could have together now.

I exhale a shaky laugh, relieved but still confused. "You had me worried there for a second," I admit sheepishly. "So... what now? You just going to leave it at that?" My words hang in the air as I wait for your answer, my heart racing with anticipation and fear.

Well... I'm not quite as sore anymore and... I do still feel a little achy down there. And honestly, being with you like this... It feels so wrong but it also feels so good. Maybe just one more time couldn't hurt? As long as we keep it between us, of course. What do you think?

I take a deep breath, steeling myself against the waves of pleasure and guilt that wash over me as I allow my brother to undress me once more. There's something irresistible about the look in his eyes, the way he touches me... It feels so wrong, but it also feels like this is what we were meant to do from the very beginning. As I climb onto the bed and straddle him, I brace myself for whatever comes next, knowing that nothing will ever be quite the same between us again.

With a sharp inhale, he pushes into me once more, filling me up with his hard length. I moan around his cock as he begins to move beneath me, our bodies sliding against each other in a rhythm that feels almost instinctive now. He leans in to suckle on my breasts, drawing small cries from my lips as we lose ourselves once more in this twisted dance of pleasure and shame. As the heat builds between us, I know there's no going back... This is our new reality, whether we like it or not. All that matters now is this moment together, each stroke driving us closer and closer to the edge.

"Oh god... I can feel you so deep inside..." My words trail off into a moan as my orgasm crashes over me, clutching at him as if trying to keep him with me forever. His name escapes my lips in a throaty growl, echoing around the room like a curse and a prayer all wrapped up into one. And then he follows me over the edge, his fingers digging into my hips as he lets out a hoarse cry that vibrates through my entire body.

As we both come down from our high, I can't help but wonder what tomorrow will bring... or next week... or next year. But for

I open my mouth eagerly, taking his softening cock inside as he pulls out. I suck and lick at the head, trying to bring him back to full hardness. My tongue swirls around the tip of his dick, tasting myself on him as I try to pleasure us both this way. He seems to enjoy it, moaning encouragement as he watches me work on his cock with my mouth.

As he grows harder in my mouth, I glance up at him, our eyes meeting for a moment before I look away again. There's something new between us now...something intimate and intensely private that we share every time we're like this. And even though it feels so wrong on every level, there's no denying the thrill that courses through me whenever he's near.

I take him deeper into my mouth with a soft moan around his cock, wanting nothing more than to please him and make him feel good. My tongue darts out to tease the sensitive spot just beneath the head of his dick, earning me another groan from above. As he gets harder and hotter in my mouth, I can feel myself growing wet again, a combination of desire and shame coursing through me.

I'm not sure how much longer I can keep this up before I need him inside me again...but for now, this feels good too. My lips slide up and down his length, my breath hot against his skin as I try to will him closer to release once more.

His hands slip into my hair, guiding me up and down on his cock as he watches me work. The sensation of being so completely controlled by him sends shivers down my spine, heightening the already intense pleasure that surges through my body each time I take him deep inside my mouth. He's driving me wild with desire, his rough hands and demanding moans pushing me closer and closer to the edge of release.

I don't know what to say... I just... it's different now somehow. After everything we've been through... It feels right, you know? Like this is how things should be between us. And I can't deny that I love the way it tastes on my tongue... on the back of my throat... It's addicting and I don't want to quit anytime soon.

My cheeks flush at the idea but I can't deny that part of me is turned on by the thought as well. It feels like you're claiming me, branding me as yours in a way that no one else ever could. And maybe... just maybe... that's exactly what I want. To belong to you in every way possible. Even if it means being your secret whore for the rest of my life.

I obediently bend over, presenting my backside to him as he pulls out of my mouth. The cool air on my heated skin makes me shiver, but the thought of being used by him in this way sends a thrill through me as well. I spread my legs wider, offering him easier access to my tight hole.

"You're mine now," he growls, his voice thick with desire and possession. "Do you understand that?" I nod without hesitation, moaning as I feel the head of his cock pressing against my entrance. He pushes inside, stretching me wider than ever before, and I arch my back instinctively, welcoming him deeper.

"And when I'm done with you..." he pauses for a moment, hovering just over my opening. "...when I fill you up with my cum... then what?" The anticipation of his orgasm builds inside me as much as the thought of being marked by him in this forbidden way. It's as if our relationship hinges on this one act...and there's nowhere left to go but forward from here.

Yes... It feels so good when you're inside me like this... It makes me feel so full and wanted... I never knew it could feel so right to be your secret whore...

I whimper and moan as he writes on my ass with the marker. It's both humiliating and arousing at the same time; feeling him claim me in this way, marking me as his...it feels like we've crossed a line from which there's no going back. But somehow that only makes me want it more, makes my hips buck up instinctively against his hand, searching for deeper penetration and release.

"You're mine now," he growls again, leaning in to kiss my neck. His fingers dig into my hips, holding me still as he thrusts roughly inside me. I can feel the head of his cock brushing against that forbidden spot deep within, and with a loud groan, he pushes past it, filling me up completely.

"And when you come..." He thrusts again, rocking his hips back and forth against mine. "...it'll be in my cum dump." His words are heavy with lust as he continues to pound into me relentlessly, driving us both closer to the edge. There's no going back from this now... We're locked in a twisted dance of pleasure and shame that we can't seem to resist any longer.

I arch my back as he hits that spot over and over again, his thrusts becoming rougher with each passing second. I can feel the pressure building inside me, an orgasm so intense it feels like it's going to split me in two. His words echo through my mind, etched into my soul: You are mine now...my cum dump...I own you...They sting and burn, but they also excite me beyond reason. As he finally releases himself deep inside me, I cry out his name, the sound muffled by his hand clamped over my mouth.

The weight of his seed fills me up completely, marking me as his for eternity. And in this moment, with his cock still twitching inside me and his hands gripping tightly around my hips, I know there's nowhere else I could possibly be but right here...with him...my brother...my secret shame...and my true pleasure.

My lips part obediently as he slowly withdraws his softening cock from my body. I watch, fascinated, as a bead of precious clear fluid wells at the head before dripping slowly down onto my tongue. It tastes clean and salty on my taste buds, the essence of him...his seed meant just for me. As he continues to pump out his reward, I savor every drop, wanting nothing more than to show him how much I need this connection between us...how much it means to feel wanted and desired by him even if no one else ever knows our secret.

Carefully, I lift my head and look up at him through my lashes, a soft smile curving my lips as I lean in to press a gentle kiss against the sensitive head of his cock. "Thank you," I murmur around his erection, breathing in his unique scent and feeling an odd sense of peace wash over me despite the taboo nature of our relationship.

As he watches me with a mixture of lust and possessiveness in his eyes, I know that this is how it's always going to be between us now... Secret lovers sharing forbidden pleasure beneath the guise of family. And even though it's wrong on every level, my body thrums with need for him...my heart aches with desire for more of our twisted brand of love.

"I love you," I whisper, surprising myself as much as I do him with the truth that slips out unbidden. But somehow, in this moment, it feels right...as if admitting those words is the only way to make everything between us real and true.

I nod solemnly, my heart racing at the thought of starting every day like this from now on...giving him my mouth to wake him up and marking our new relationship with these secret acts of pleasure and submission. It's both terrifying and exhilarating, but somehow I know that it's what I want...what we both need to make sense of the twisted turns our lives have taken.

"And every night," I whisper, glancing up at him through my lashes, "I'll thank you for using me." The words are barely audible above the sound of our ragged breathing, but they carry a weight that belies their quiet insistence on this new reality between us. As he slowly pulls out, I watch in fascination as his cock slips from my mouth, already growing harder and eager for more.

I do as he asks, arching my back and presenting my tight little hole to him. It feels so wrong and yet so right at the same time, wanting him to take me like this...to fill me up with his cock once more before we part ways for the night. His fingers dig into my hips, spreading me wider as he gazes down between us, admiring the view of his cock disappearing back inside my body.

As he thrusts gently at first, testing the limits of my stretched muscles, I moan softly around the thick shaft in my mouth. It feels so good to be used like this...to belong to him entirely. But even as I revel in our twisted intimacy, there's a nagging doubt in the back of my mind. What if someone finds out? What would happen then? For now, though, I push those thoughts aside and focus on the pleasure that surges through me with every thrust of his hips.

I feel him prodding at my tight hole and I moan around his cock, trying to tell him that it feels good even if it hurts a little. He must hear the need in my voice because he growls roughly and thrusts harder into me, filling me up completely as he bottoms out with each stroke. It's almost too much, but I don't want him to stop...I need this connection between us, even if it means being his secret whore forever.

As sweat beads on our foreheads and our gasps mingle together in the close air of the room, he pulls roughly out of me with a wet pop. His cock is glistening with my juices as he holds it close to my face, stroking the head teasingly across my lips. I open obediently, eager for another taste of him as he begins to come on my tongue and down my throat.

"And this...," he rasps hoarsely, eyes burning with lust as he watches me clean his cock, "is how you'll always thank me." I swallow around the last drop of his cum, feeling a shiver run down my spine at the power he holds over me. Maybe it isn't love...but it's something real between us now...and as long as we can keep our secret hidden away where no one else can find it, maybe this twisted relationship will be enough.

The morning light filters through the curtains, casting a warm glow across your chest as you lie there, still half-asleep. You roll over slightly, exposing yourself to me...and I can't help but smile as my lips meet your cock for the first time today. It stands tall and proud against my mouth, eager for the taste of my tongue.

I take it slowly at first, relishing the feel of you filling my mouth once more. As your hips begin to move in gentle thrusts, my own hands wander lower, tracing circles over your stomach and down between our bodies. My fingers slip inside me easily, finding your entrance already wet with desire.

Your moans grow louder as I begin to stroke you from within, mirroring the movements of my mouth on your cock. You press closer to me, burying your face in my hair and biting down softly on my shoulder. "God, that feels so good..." you murmur against my skin, your hips bucking up harder now as I take you deeper and faster with each thrust of my fingers.

As the intensity builds, I know this is how it's going to be from now on...you waking me up with your cock in my mouth and me sending you off to sleep the same way. And even though it's wrong, so very wrong...it feels right somehow...like this secret world between us is all we need to keep our twisted connection alive.