Chapter 1: The Return
The rain hammered against the windows of the old family estate as Elena strode in, dripping and defiant. At 28, she owned every room she entered, her sharp eyes locking onto her brother Marcus, who lounged by the fire with that familiar smirk. 'Well, if it isn't the prodigal pain in my ass,' he quipped, rising to greet her. 'Missed me, or just here to raid the liquor cabinet again?'
Elena laughed, tossing her wet hair. 'Please, Marcus. You wish I came for the booze. We both know this house gets boring without our little games. Remember last summer? You couldn't keep your hands off me even then.'
Marcus stepped closer, voice low and teasing. 'Games? You started it, sis. Whispering those filthy ideas while Mom was in the next room. My cock got so hard I thought it'd burst.'
'Hard? Darling, your cock's been throbbing for me since we were old enough to know better,' Elena shot back, her hand brushing his chest. She wasn't backing down; she pushed him against the wall, her breath hot. 'But let's be clear—I decide when it happens. And tonight, I'm horny as hell.'
Their lips crashed together, tongues battling wittily between gasps. Marcus groaned, 'Your ass feels even better than I remember—firm, demanding.' Elena smirked, grinding against him. 'And your cock's already leaking for my pussy. Feel how wet I am?' She guided his hand under her skirt, where her dripping heat pulsed.
Panting, they shed clothes in a frenzy of sharp banter. 'Blowjob first?' he suggested. 'Or shall I fuck that tight pussy till you come screaming my name?'
Elena shoved him down, straddling his face. 'Eat me first, brother. Make me cum, then I'll ride that hard cock till we're both sweating and spent.' As his tongue delved in, her moans filled the room, the explosive tension building toward the forbidden climax they both craved.
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