Forbidden Favors

Chapter 1: The Late-Night Deal

The phone buzzed on my nightstand, slicing through the silence of my dimly lit apartment. I groaned, rolling over to snatch it up. A text from Erica, my little sister, glowed on the screen: 'So if I just let you eat my pussy like you used to, then we’re even?' My heart raced, a wicked grin spreading across my face as I typed back a quick confirmation. Hell yeah, I was down for that deal.

It had been a week since I’d lent her the $500 for rent, a week since she’d stormed out of here, spitting venom with a 'Fuck you, Mark, I’ll never let you touch me.' But desperation has a way of bending pride, doesn’t it? I knew she’d come around. The memory of her thick, caramel-skinned body, tattoos snaking over her curves, and those gorgeous tits nearly busting out of her tiny shirt when she’d asked for the cash—it had been haunting me. Now, the game was on.

The next night, I was restless, pacing my apartment, when I heard the sharp rap of knuckles on my door. Erica stormed in, her dark eyes blazing with irritation, her full lips pressed into a tight line. She was still in her work clothes, a tight pair of leggings hugging every inch of her juicy legs and that perfect ass. 'Hurry the fuck up, Mark. I don’t have all night to deal with your bullshit,' she snapped, crossing her arms, which only pushed her chest out more, taunting me.

'Damn, sis, you always this charming after a shift?' I shot back, leaning against the wall with a smirk. 'Or is this just for me?'

'Don’t test me, asshole. Let’s get this over with. One orgasm, that’s the deal. Then you forget about the money, and we never speak of this again,' she hissed, her voice dripping with disdain, but I caught the flicker of something else in her eyes—maybe nerves, maybe anticipation.

'Oh, I’ll make it worth your while, Erica. You know I’ve got skills,' I teased, stepping closer, my voice low and suggestive. Her glare could’ve burned holes through me, but she didn’t back away.

'Shut up and do what you’re gonna do,' she barked, but her hands were already at her waistband, yanking down those leggings with a frustrated huff. My breath caught as the fabric slid over her hips, revealing a black thong that barely covered anything, framing her curves like a goddamn work of art. My cock twitched in my jeans, already hard just from the sight of her.

I gestured toward the bedroom with a tilt of my head. 'After you, princess.'

She rolled her eyes but strutted past me, her hips swaying with every step, knowing full well the effect she had. 'Don’t call me that, perv,' she threw over her shoulder, but there was a bite to her tone that only fueled my fire.

We hit the bed, and I didn’t waste a second. I guided her down, my hands firm on her thighs as I spread them wide, diving in like a man starved. Her scent hit me first, intoxicating, and I groaned against her, my tongue tracing over the thin fabric of her thong before I pushed it aside. She was already wet, and I couldn’t help but smirk against her skin. 'Tryin’ to act like you hate this, huh? Your pussy’s telling a different story.'

'Fuck off, Mark,' she growled, but her voice wavered as I flicked my tongue over her clit, her hips jerking involuntarily. 'Just… just get it done.'

'Oh, I’ll get it done,' I murmured, my words vibrating against her as I devoured her, sucking and licking with a hunger I couldn’t hide. For the first couple of minutes, she tried to play it cool, her hands clenched into fists at her sides, her jaw tight. But I knew her body better than she wanted to admit. Soon enough, her resolve cracked, her hips grinding against my face, a low moan slipping past her lips.

'That’s it, sis. Let go,' I taunted between licks, my hands gripping her ass, pulling her closer. She cursed under her breath, but her fingers tangled in my hair, pushing me deeper into her dripping heat. I could feel her getting close, her thighs trembling, her breaths turning to sharp, desperate pants.

And just as I thought she’d shatter, she did—her body arching off the bed, a cry ripping from her throat as she came, hard and fast, against my mouth. I lapped up every bit of her, savoring the taste, the victory. But as I pulled back, wiping my chin with a smug grin, I caught the look in her eyes—wild, hungry, and far from done.

'Ten minutes,' she gasped, her chest heaving, sweat glistening on her skin. 'You’ve got ten minutes to fuck me, Mark. Don’t make me regret this.'

My grin widened as she damn near tackled me, shoving me back onto the bed, her hands already tearing at my jeans. This was gonna be one hell of a night.