Dr. Jenny Vale leaned back in her leather chair, her sharp hazel eyes fixed on the nervous graduate student across from her. Evan fidgeted, his hands twisting in his lap as he finally blurted out the confession that had brought him here.
"I can't stop thinking about Riley," he admitted, voice low. "Her photos online... they started it. Now it's all I see—her body, and these thoughts I shouldn't have."
Jenny arched a brow, her tone crisp and probing. "Intrusive attraction to your sister. How quaint. Tell me, Evan, when you picture her, is it her smile that gets your cock hard, or something more specific—like bending her over and claiming that ass?"
Evan flushed but held her gaze. "Both. It's the violation that haunts me. I know she doesn't want it. That's why the fantasies turn to ravishment. I hate myself for it."
"Hate is a strong word for something you didn't choose," Jenny countered, her voice laced with wit. "Morally responsible for thoughts? Please. Society loves to punish the mind before the act. But let's map this. Describe an arousal trigger. Visualize it."
As Evan detailed the curve of Riley's hips and the way her posts made him throb, Jenny felt an unwelcome heat stir beneath her professional armor. She was disgusted, yes—yet morbidly drawn in. Her own pulse quickened. "Evan, your repression has turned this into obsession. What if we redirect it?"
She stood, closing the distance with deliberate steps, her presence commanding. "Show me what makes you horny. Now."
Evan rose, and the air crackled. Jenny pushed him back against the desk, her lips claiming his in a fierce kiss that silenced further words. Hands roamed; clothes fell away. She gripped his hard cock, stroking it with firm authority while whispering, "This is mine tonight—no sister's shadow allowed."
She dropped to her knees for a teasing blowjob, her tongue swirling until he was panting, sweating, his length slick and dripping. "Your turn to watch," she commanded, rising to straddle him. Jenny guided him into her wet pussy, riding with powerful thrusts that made her ass grind against him. Evan groaned, fingers digging into her hips as she set the pace—strong, unyielding.
"Fuck, you're so tight," he gasped. Jenny laughed sharply. "Focus on me. Make me come." Their bodies slammed together, horny and urgent, until Evan came with a shudder, cum spilling deep as Jenny climaxed around him, both left panting in the aftermath. The session had only begun to unravel their shared conflict.
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