Forbidden Feast

**Chapter 1: Unexpected Hunger**

I never thought a family reunion could turn into a battlefield of forbidden desires, but there I was, sprawled on the plush velvet couch in our old family cabin, with my brother Adrian’s head buried between my thighs. The shock hit me like a tidal wave, but the pleasure—oh, it was a riptide pulling me under.

'Adrian! Oh, my God!' I gushed, my voice a cocktail of scandal and ecstasy. My hands instinctively reached for something to anchor me—his dark, tousled hair seemed the only option.

He didn’t even flinch at my cry. If anything, my words spurred him on, his tongue flicking faster, a relentless assault on my senses. 'Oh, God! What are yo—oh God!' I moaned, the words tumbling out in a desperate, jumbled mess. I knew this was wrong, so damn wrong, but every swipe of his tongue on my clit sent my moral compass spinning out of control.

'Can’t stop, sis. You taste like sin itself,' Adrian growled against me, his voice vibrating through my core. The audacity of him, speaking with such raw hunger, only stoked the fire raging inside me.

'This is insane, Adrian! We can’t—oh, fuck!' My protest dissolved into a whimper as he zeroed in on my entrance, lapping at my wetness like a man starved. I tugged at his hair, not to push him away, but to guide him, to demand more of that wicked tongue on my throbbing clit. 'You’re a bastard for this,' I hissed, even as my hips bucked against his face.

'And you’re dripping for me, aren’t you? Tell me you don’t want this,' he shot back, his breath hot against my skin, daring me to lie. I couldn’t. My body was a traitor, aching and wet, screaming for release.

'Shut up and finish what you started,' I snapped, my voice sharp as a whip, even as I felt the edge of oblivion creeping closer. My orgasm was building, a storm ready to break, and I was powerless against it. His groan into my pussy was the final push, a deep rumble that shattered my last shred of restraint.

I gripped his hair tighter, my thighs trembling as the waves started to crash. 'Adrian! Please, ah, don—' I couldn’t finish the sentence. Don’t stop? Don’t do this? My mind was a haze of lust, my body a live wire of need. All I knew was the heat, the pressure, the imminent explosion as I teetered on the brink, panting and sweating, ready to shatter under his forbidden touch.