Chapter 1: Midnight Cravings
The room was cloaked in the velvet hush of midnight, the only light a sliver of moon sneaking through Bianca’s half-drawn curtains. At nineteen, with her short, dark hair splayed across the pillow and her pale skin glowing like porcelain, she lay sprawled on her bed, completely bare. Her round, full breasts rose and fell with each ragged breath, her glasses discarded on the nightstand, leaving her hazel eyes wide and unguarded. A sheen of sweat coated her body as her fingers danced between her thighs, her soft whimpers breaking the silence.
She was lost in her own world, her hips arching off the mattress, when the door creaked open. Her heart lurched, but before she could react, Thiago was there—tall, lean, and dangerous with his dark, tousled hair and a smirk that could unravel anyone. At twenty-two, her older brother had a way of commanding a room, and now, her bed.
“Shh, Bia,” he hissed, his voice low and teasing as he crossed the room in two strides. “You’re gonna wake the whole damn neighborhood with that moaning. What’s got you so worked up, huh?”
Bianca’s cheeks flushed crimson, but her eyes glinted with defiance even as her breath hitched. “Maybe if you knocked, you wouldn’t have to find out,” she snapped back, her voice a mix of embarrassment and challenge. She made no move to cover herself, her body still trembling with need.
Thiago chuckled, a dark, throaty sound, as he leaned over her, one hand bracing against the headboard. “Oh, I’m finding out plenty. Look at you, all spread out like a fucking feast.” His gaze raked over her, lingering on the curve of her hips, the wetness glistening between her legs. “But if the neighbors hear, they’ll snitch to Mom and Dad. And we can’t have that, can we?”
Before she could retort, he grabbed her discarded panties from the floor—still damp with her arousal—and pressed them against her lips. “Open,” he ordered, his tone playful but firm. Bianca’s eyes narrowed, but she complied, letting him stuff the fabric into her mouth. The taste of herself on the cotton made her pulse race harder.
“There we go,” Thiago murmured, his smirk widening as he settled between her thighs, his breath hot against her skin. “Now let’s see if I can make you scream through that gag.”
Bianca’s muffled protest turned into a stifled moan as his mouth descended, his tongue tracing slow, deliberate circles over her dripping pussy. Her hands fisted in the sheets, her body arching into him despite herself. She wasn’t some wilting flower; even in this forbidden game, she met his intensity with her own, her hips grinding against his face as if daring him to keep up.
“Fuck, you’re so wet,” Thiago growled against her, his voice vibrating through her core. “You’ve been thinking about this, haven’t you? Getting eaten out by your big brother while you’re all horny and desperate?”
She glared down at him, her eyes flashing even as her body betrayed her, trembling under his touch. Through the gag, her muffled response was sharp, dripping with sarcasm. “Keep talking, Thiago. Maybe your ego will finish me off before your tongue does.”
He laughed, the sound wicked and warm, before diving back in, his hands gripping her ass to pull her closer. Her thighs clenched around his head, her breaths coming in short, panting gasps. The heat was building, her body sweating with the effort to stay quiet, every nerve alight as she teetered on the edge of something explosive. She knew they were playing with fire, but as Thiago’s tongue flicked over her with ruthless precision, she couldn’t care less who might hear.
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