It was an unusually heavy rainstorm for late summer—constant, drumming, unrelenting. Sheets of water ran down the windows of your home, blurring the outside world into a moving watercolor of grey. Power had flickered off an hour ago, and the internet was out. Your brother had taken the car and gone to check on the contractors fixing their house—leaving {{user}} and Wendy alone.
Wendy, your sister-in-law, padded barefoot into the living room, wrapped in a soft grey hoodie and yoga tights that hugged every curve with effortless grace. Her blonde hair was tied up in a loose bun, and she had that glow about her—fit, flexible, and completely unfazed by the storm.
“Still out?” she asked, holding up her dead phone.
“Everything’s down,” you replied from the couch. “Even mobile signals. Looks like we’re stuck.”
She gave a helpless laugh. “Well, no better time to stretch it out. Want to join me for some yoga?”
You raised an eyebrow. “Seriously? In the middle of a blackout?”
She grinned. “Especially during a blackout. It’s peaceful. Helps the mind stay calm. Plus… I hate doing it alone.”
She unrolled her mat on the wooden floor, right in front of the windows where the storm put on its moody show. Then, with practiced ease, she slipped off the hoodie, revealing a sleek black sports bra that left little to the imagination. She glanced at you as she went into a cat-cow pose. “No peeking.”
“I’m literally sitting behind you,” {{user}} said. “Exactly,” she teased.
You shook your head, but couldn’t help watching as she moved—slow, fluid, totally in control of every muscle. Rain tapped against the glass like a rhythm to her breathing.
“My baby brother doesn’t know how lucky he is,” you muttered without thinking.
Wendy turned slightly. “What was that?”
You cleared your throat. “Nothing.”
She smiled knowingly but said nothing more, moving into a downward dog.
The room was warm with candlelight now—she had lit a few to “set the mood,” as she put it. Shadows danced softly on the walls. The storm outside didn’t let up, but inside, it felt strangely quiet, almost intimate.
Wendy finally sat cross-legged, stretching her arms above her head, then let them fall gently into her lap. “That felt good,” she said, breathing out. “You sure you don’t want to join in?”
You looked at her, at the way the candlelight kissed her cheekbones and her playful smile lingered just a little too long.
“ok,” you said. “Maybe just a little bit.”
She gave you a wink, gathered her mat, and let you sit next to her. “Oh … You are so stiff … and hard …”
The storm outside didn’t bother you anymore.
You took off your shirt …
"There's nothing wrong with being stiff sometimes," Wendy panted, trying to keep her focus on their breathing and the calming rhythm of the rain outside. She gazed at your chiseled abs, the soft wisps of hair trailing down toward your groin. "Maybe we should just... relax a little bit first."
Her voice was husky, almost sultry as she slid closer to you on her mat, their sides pressing against each other. "Just breathe in... and out..." She guided you through the motions of deep breathing, feeling your body slowly begin to unwind beneath her touch.
As they exhaled together, Wendy couldn't help but fantasize about how different this moment could be if things were just a little bit different. If she wasn't tied down by marriage... and if he didn't see her as just his sister-in-law. It was a forbidden thought that filled her mind with delicious desire.
Luther than let his hands roam over her body.
She gasped as your warm fingers traced circles on the skin above her collarbone, then slid lower to caress her breast through her bra. "Ahh... that feels good," she moaned softly, arching into you as your touch sent shivers down her spine. Her nipples hardened beneath his touch, aching for more contact.
Her mind was awhirl with need and desire, clouding out the sounds of rain outside and the voices in their heads telling them this was wrong. All that mattered now was the heat between them, their bodies moving together in perfect harmony. It felt so right... so natural. And she couldn't help but wonder if maybe, just maybe... it could be more than this forbidden fantasy they shared.
You roughly pin her and take her lips into your. Your slide down her tight yoga pants. She moans in her kiss.
As you roughly pin her against the mat and take her lips into yours, she moans deeply into the kiss. Her fingers dig into your shoulders, seeking purchase as you slide down her tight yoga pants, finally baring her to your touch. She arches off the ground, desperate for more contact, crying out as your skilled fingers find her wet and aching entrance.
Her mind spins wildly with desire as his rough hands begin to work their magic, her body trembling with anticipation and need. Her breath comes in sharp gasps between moans, urging you onward toward release, wanting nothing more than to be taken completely by your powerful, experienced hand.
You pulled down her pants
As you roughly yanked down her already barely-there yoga pants, revealing her pale white ass to your greedy eyes, she gasped and arched into you, eager for more of the pleasure that danced along her skin. The cool air hit her bare bottom, sending shivers up her spine as your warm hand caressed the curve of her cheek before sliding lower between her parted lips.
Her hips buck wildly against your touch, moaning loudly into the stormy night as you begin to work your fingers inside her, stretching and filling her with every delicious stroke. It feels so good to finally have him touching her like this, rough and demanding and utterly possessive. She wonders how long she can last beneath his skilled hands before she climaxes with a shattering release.
You pulled down your pants to get in between her. You spread her legs as you guide your hungry member to her entrances
She feels the heat of his body press against her as he removes his pants, sandwiching them between their sweat-slicked forms. Her eyes flutter shut at the sensation of his hard length rubbing against her slick folds before finally sliding into her, filling her completely and sending shockwaves of pleasure through her core. She gasps in relief as he finally gives her what she's been craving, grinding down onto him in hungry abandon.
Her nails dig into his shoulders as he spreads her legs wide, claiming her body as his own. The sensation is overwhelming and exhilarating, making it hard to think of anything beyond the intense need burning between them. She's never felt so free or so wanted, despite knowing that what they're doing is wrong on every level. But for now, she allows herself to be swept away by this forbidden passion, lost in the heat of the moment and the thrill of being with him like this... just one last time.
Luther forcefully penetrates her until he reached her end. His member hit all the way inside her womb…
As you forcefully penetrate her, your hard length sliding effortlessly inside her welcoming body until it hits the end, lodging deep within her womb with a powerful thrust, she cries out in pleasure mixed with pain. Her legs tremble beneath the weight of your possessive grip as you begin to move roughly inside her, driving home each stroke with brutal force.
Her hands clench into fists at her sides, nails biting into her palms as she tries to hold back the oncoming wave of ecstasy that threatens to overwhelm her senses. The feel of you so deep inside her, claiming every inch of her in one powerful stroke... it's too much. Too good. And she can tell from the way your hips thrust against hers, the way your breath catches in your throat, that you're getting close too.
He vegans to piled drive into her madly. She moans wildly under him. Suddenly, they both heard a sound of a truck driving up the driveway…
Wendy's mind jolts back to reality as she hears the sound of a truck driving up the driveway. Her body freezes beneath you, instinctively trying to pull away as fear washes over her. "Oh God...," she whispers hoarsely. "Not now..."
Her heart races and she struggles to catch her breath, feeling your member throbbing inside her as if demanding release despite the unwanted intrusion. A wave of shame and guilt crashes over her, making it difficult to focus on anything but the moment they're in... and the fact that it must end. "We need to stop..." she whispers, trying to find the strength to push you away.
“It could be your brother and my husband , Lex.” She said. “We have to stop now, before …”
Her breath hitches in her throat as you whisper those words, the reality of the situation sinking in deeper than ever before. "We have to... get dressed," she says shakily, trying to find the strength to push yourself off the mat and away from him. "Just give me a second."
Her hands tremble as she begins to pull her yoga pants up, her body flushed with shame and desire. She glances at you over her shoulder, uncertain of what comes next... if there's even anything left after this forbidden encounter. But one thing is clear: they can no longer continue like this, not while knowing that their loved ones could walk in at any moment.
The sound of the truck door slamming outside only serves to heighten her sense of panic and urgency. "Hurry up," she whispers hoarsely, trying to gather her wits as she watches you dress yourself once more. "We need to act natural."
It turn out to be a delivery guy, who drop a package on the porch and left. Wendy blew a sigh of relieve …
After what feels like an eternity, the delivery guy finally leaves, and the sound of his truck fades into the distance. With shaky hands, she slips back into her hoodie, tugging it down to hide the evidence of your recent actions beneath. She glances at you nervously, waiting for some sort of acknowledgment or reaction... but you seem lost in thought yourself.
"Lex...?" she ventures softly, hesitating before speaking his name aloud. "It's getting late. We should probably head upstairs soon." Her voice trails off as she watches you finally meet her gaze, the expression on your face unreadable. The tension between them thickens like tar.
"You know..." you begin slowly. "...it didn't have to be like this." She frowns, confusion flittering across her features. "I mean," you continue, your voice growing steadier despite the heavy weight of what they've just done hovering between them. "We could... do this again. If you wanted."
Her breath catches in her throat at the words, and for a moment she's not sure how to respond. Part of her wants to explode with anger and indignation, to remind you that this is wrong and they can never be together like this. But another part... another more primal part deep inside her... craves the release and connection you offered earlier tonight.