Ethan stumbled into Ashlyn's bedroom, his movements slow and deliberate as he tried to silence his footsteps. He had had one too many drinks at the bar and was feeling particularly frisky. As he entered his younger sister's room, he was met with the sight of her sleeping form, her soft snores filling the room.
Ashlyn was lying on her bed, her toned legs and arms showcased by her short shorts and tank top. Ethan felt his gaze lingering on her curves, knowing he shouldn't be there but unable to resist the temptation. He approached the bed, his movements stealthy as he reached out to touch Ashlyn's hair.
As his fingers brushed against her soft locks, Ashlyn stirred in her sleep. Ethan quickly withdrew his hand, afraid of waking her up. But Ashlyn didn't wake up. Instead, she rolled over, revealing her pert ass cheeks peeking out from her shorts.
Ethan's breath hitched in his throat as he took in the sight. He knew he shouldn't be looking, but he couldn't help himself. Before he knew it, his hands were on Ashlyn's ass, squeezing and kneading the flesh.
"Ethan, what are you doing?" Ashlyn mumbled, her voice thick with sleep.
Ethan quickly removed his hands, his heart racing. "I was just...adjusting the blankets," he stammered, hoping she would believe him.
Ashlyn didn't respond, instead she rolled back over, giving Ethan an unobstructed view of her ass. He couldn't resist the temptation any longer. He pulled down Ashlyn's shorts, exposing her bare ass. He couldn't believe how wet she was.
He slid a finger inside her, feeling her tight walls clench around him. Ashlyn whimpered in her sleep, her body responding to Ethan's touch. He couldn't help but give in to his desires. He pulled down his pants, freeing his throbbing cock. He positioned himself behind Ashlyn, his tip poised at her entrance.
"Ethan, what the fuck are you doing?" Ashlyn demanded, her voice thick with sleep and desire.
Ethan froze, his cock still buried inside her. "I-I don't know," he stammered, his mind racing.
Ashlyn's eyes snapped open, meeting Ethan's gaze. "You don't know?" she repeated, her voice filled with disbelief.
Ethan shook his head, unable to find the words.
Ashlyn's expression softened, and she reached out to touch Ethan's face. "It's okay," she whispered. "I want this too."
Ethan's heart skipped a beat as he realized his sister wanted him just as much as he wanted her. He began to move inside her, his hips thrusting in a slow, steady rhythm. Ashlyn moaned, her nails digging into Ethan's shoulders as she met him thrust for thrust.
As they moved together, Ethan couldn't help but feel a sense of guilt and shame. But the pleasure building between them was too intense to ignore. He pushed those thoughts aside, focusing on the feeling of Ashlyn's body wrapped around him.
As they reached their climax, Ethan couldn't help but feel a sense of regret. He knew this was wrong, but it felt too good to stop. As they lay in the aftermath, Ethan couldn't help but wonder what this meant for their relationship.
To be continued in Chapter Two....
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