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Pain and pleasure were supposed to be opposite.
But as I shifted under the soft duvet, I felt them blend into something else, sweetness.
My body still ached from the harshness and spanking from my brother. A sweet kind of soreness from my nipples and stings that made every move a reminder.
My wrists still ached and my pussy still felt swollen. The memories weren’t just in my head; they were etched into my body, dancing like whispers that refused to fade.
But honestly, who cares? Absolutely not me. I loved it. No, I am craving for more.
Loved the way he handled me, the way he pushed me, the way he made me feel so completely his. I could still hear his commanding tones whispering filthy things in my ear as he positioned me to his will.
I wasn’t supposed to feel this way. Normal girls didn’t wake up aching for more. But every time I saw my brother, my stomach twisted with need. What the fuck has he done to me for crying out loud?
Was it normal? To crave it so intensely? To want t
