Mo couldn't sleep. His mind was consumed with thoughts of a man's head buried between a woman's thighs, his tongue working magic on her most sensitive spot. He tried to push the thoughts away, telling himself he shouldn't be thinking about such things, especially not when it came to his own sister.
But he couldn't help it. He had always had a thing for Aisha, even though he knew it was wrong. He loved her, yes, but there was no denying the attraction he felt towards her. And now, those forbidden thoughts were driving him crazy.
With a sigh, Mo got out of bed and walked over to his door. He quietly opened it a crack, just enough to peek through the keyhole. He told himself he was just being curious, that he wasn't trying to spy on his sister. But deep down, he knew that wasn't entirely true.
What he saw took his breath away. Aisha, dressed in her hijab, was sitting on the edge of her bed with a guy between her legs. Mo's heart raced as he watched his sister pleasuring the guy and being pleasured in return. He felt a mix of shock, guilt, and arousal as he watched the scene unfold before him.
Aisha looked up and caught Mo's eye through the keyhole. She didn't look surprised or angry, just amused. She gave Mo a playful wink and continued what she was doing, making Mo even more turned on. He couldn't believe what he was seeing. He had always thought of Aisha as the good sister, the one who followed the rules and did what was expected of her.
But here she was, breaking all the taboos and enjoying every minute of it. Mo felt his face burning with shame and embarrassment, but he couldn't look away. He watched as Aisha took control, directing the guy to do what she wanted and getting what she needed.
Mo couldn't take it any longer. He started to touch himself, unable to resist the temptation any longer. Aisha must have noticed the sound of Mo's hand on his dick because she looked up again and gave him a sly smile.
"Don't mind my little brother," she said to the guy, who looked shocked. "He's just curious."
Mo felt his face burning with shame and embarrassment, but he couldn't look away. He watched as Aisha took control, directing the guy to do what she wanted and getting what she needed. Mo felt a newfound respect for Aisha, mixed with his lingering arousal.
He decided to close the door and go back to bed, but he knew he'll never look at his sister the same way again. His innocent, good sister was not so innocent after all. She was a confident, sexual woman who knew what she wanted and wasn't afraid to take it. And Mo couldn't help but be drawn to her, even if it was forbidden.
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