03:

EVELYN

I woke up in the middle of the night, a strange feeling crawling over my skin. The sudden chill sent a shiver down my spine, and before I could make a sound, a strong, warm hand gently covered my mouth.

“It’s me, Evie,” a familiar, soothing voice whispered into my ear, the warmth of his breath brushing against my neck.

Hearing him call me that always made my heart skip a beat. He had given me the nickname, and every time he said it, it made me feel like I was on top of the world.

“Okay, Dave, but why are you in my room and on my bed?” I asked softly, still half-dazed by the situation.

“Couldn’t sleep,” he admitted with a low chuckle. “Every time I close my eyes, all I see is me in your butthole.”

I felt a pang of unease at his words and turned to face him. “What do you think Mom and Dad would say if they saw us like this?”

He sighed, his grip on my hand tightening just a bit. “I don’t care. All I want is to have you, every day, until my last breath.”

“But what about them? We’re all they’ve got,” I shot back, my voice firm.

“Then let it be our little secret, dear sister,” he said, his tone softening. “If you don’t tell anyone, no one will find out. Just be a good sister for me.”

“I don’t know,” I whispered nervously. “What if we get caught?”

He leaned in closer, his voice a low murmur. “Shh, we won’t get caught. Trust me.”

With his grip tight in my hair, he smirked. “Don’t act like you don’t enjoy it, dear sister,” he said planting a kiss on my neck.

His words made my breath catch, and despite the uncertainty, a part of me couldn’t deny the intense pull between us. I really love it but I dare not say it out.

My body responded instinctively to his touch, betraying a truth I was reluctant to accept. I was enjoying it. But why was I feeling this way about my brother? This was wrong, and it shouldn’t be happening.

Before I could push him away, he lifted my hips effortlessly, pressing me into the bed. His lips found their way to the hole, teasing the entrance with gentle licks and swirling his tongue in slow, and conscious motions.

A cascade of sensations overtook me, each wave more intoxicating than the last. My body quivered under his touch, surrendering to the thousand and one pleasures coursing through me. Shameless moans spilled from my lips, unrestrained and raw, echoing the overwhelming ecstasy that consumed every inch of my being.

“That’s my dear sister,” he murmured with vigor, his voice a command as he forcefully tore away my see-through nightwear, leaving me exposed and vulnerable to the moment’s desire.

“Dave,” I managed to say with one of my sweetest tones.

“My bad dear sister,” he said flapping my boobs with his hand. “Say my name again, sister.”

“Dave, please. Please I want you.”

As I felt his hardness press against my pussy, trying to enter, a wave of panic surged through me. I froze, unsure of how to confess the truth, I was still a virgin at twenty-one. Too shy and overwhelmed to say it aloud, I kept silent, hoping he wouldn’t notice until he saw blood on his cock.

I had tried to avoid this moment by experimenting with other ways before, even considering something as gross as my butthole, but that hadn’t worked either.

He paused, his breath catching. “You’re so damn tight, baby sister,” he muttered, his tone tinged with surprise.

My heart raced. He caught me. But I played it cool, pretending not to hear him, my silence a fragile shield against the truth.

“When was the last time another man ducked his cock?” he asked, his voice sharper now, almost accusatory. I caught the unmistakable edge of jealousy in his tone.

“Never,” I admitted quietly, my voice trembling. “I’ve never done this before.”

“Don’t lie to me, dear sister,” he growled, his voice low and menacing, followed by a sharp slap to my stomach that left me gasping.

My body trembled uncontrollably, a shiver running down my spine as my eyes welled with tears. “I’m telling the truth,” I stammered, my voice barely above a whisper. “All I’ve ever done is get fingered.”

He narrowed his eyes, studying me with an intensity that made my skin crawl. “Then why haven’t you tried it before?” His tone was laced with suspicion, the edge of his words slicing through the silence.

I hesitated, my fingers twisting nervously. “Because all my friends told me how painful their first time was,” I admitted, my voice trembling. “I’ve always been too scared to go through with it.”

He smirked, but there was no warmth in it. It was a cruel and toxic expression of dominance. “Trust me, if I find out you’re lying to me,” he said, his voice dripping with malice, “I’ll deal with you mercilessly, sister. You’ll regret ever trying to play me.”

Why would he even think I’d lie about something so personal and humiliating? All my friends had lost their virginity long before their teenage years, and if I’d experienced mine, I would’ve been more than willing to share every detail with them. There was no reason to lie, it wasn’t worth the shame.

“Suit yourself, Dave,” I replied coldly, swallowing the lump in my throat with a drop of my tears. “But you know one thing I can’t stand is being accused of something I didn’t do. Especially lying.”

DAVE

A wave of realization washed over me, hitting me hard. She wasn’t lying, she was truly a virgin. Something so intimate and personal wasn’t something she’d fabricate.

“Thank you for keeping all of yourself for me, baby sister,” I said softly, a flicker of gratitude in my voice as I cupped her boobs. Lowering my head, I captured one of her nipples in my mouth, letting my tongue tease and swirl as if savoring a treasure.

“Don’t worry,” I whispered between kisses. “I’ll be slow, careful, and gentle with you. That’s what big brothers do, right? Remember how it was with the anal sex the first time? I gave you everything no one could give you.”

“Yes,” she managed to say, her voice trembling but steady enough to show her trust. “I remember. If you ask me to trust you, I will. You’re my brother, after all, and I know you’ll take care of me. You’ve always given perfect care to every part of my body”

Her words carried a quiet certainty, a belief rooted in how I had handled every intimate part of her with care, patience, and understanding. She surrendered to me not just her body but her faith, and I vowed silently not to betray it.

The desire burned hotter than ever as I felt her wetness envelop my finger. She was ready, completely, and irresistibly ready. Her body was a living invitation, and I couldn’t hold back. I pressed the head of my cock against her clit, teasing her with slow and deliberate movements, watching as her arousal grew, her wetness dripping in anticipation.

Just as I was about to slide inside her, claiming what was mine, a sharp knock echoed from the door. Mom.

Frustration coursed through me, my jaw clenching. If she weren’t my mother, I might’ve lost my temper entirely, slamming her head against the wall for ruining such an intoxicating moment. But maybe it was a sign that it wasn’t the right time.

After all, she was mine, wholly and irrevocably. There was no need to rush. I could take my time, savoring the anticipation. Perhaps I’d save this moment, making it the ultimate gift for her 22nd birthday, a memory so unforgettable it would belong to us alone.

The thought filled me with an unparalleled sense of satisfaction. Nothing made me happier than knowing I would be the one to take my baby sister’s virginity, to guide her into this new world of intimacy.

It was my privilege, my right, and hers to give. Together, we would make it perfect.