Sins & Seduction: Folds of Steamy Tales

Her body was throbbing badly against her will, honestly hungry for a hard cock. She shifted restlessly on the bed sheets as a wave of heat rushed through her pussy which was already wet and ready to be fucked, causing her to tremble. She squeezed her thighs together and gripped the blankets, hoping it would calm the feeling , but it only grew stronger. A soft moan escaped her lips before she could even stop it.

"godddd ......Marcus, fucckkkk m...Marcus, fuck," she moaned. Her eyes moved towards her husband's cock and then her hands shot out instinctively to touch it. But then the dream suddenly shattered, dragging her into quiet, painful morning. That was when she realized he was not there.

Elara sat upright on the bed. The blankets slipped down off her body, exposing her warm skin. Her full breasts pressed forward against the thin light fabric of her nightwear, while the outline of her hardened nipples showed through, longing for her husband's touch and fondling.

She lowered her head toward her bare breasts, which rose slightly, a consequence of her wet dream. Sunlight streamed through the window, making her brown hair shine as she slowly wave it from side to side.

Her dreams always concluded the same way all the time in which Marcus's manhood buried inside her, leaving her aching and craving for more. She threw aside the blankets and padded toward the bathroom.

The mirror showed her bare reflection: her breasts high and full, her nipples pointed forward, her waist narrow above wide hips framing her glistening, freshly-wet pussy. At twenty-three, she still looked like sixteen and Marcus loved that.

She raised her right hand to her breasts, rolling her nipples until they stiffened into hard peaks. She trailed down her belly with her fingers and slipped it in between her thighs, parting the hair to find her slick clit. The moment she brushed it, a sharp, searing jolt of pleasure shot straight through her.

Her body trembled.

Fuckkk!!! I can’t be doing this just because he's not here, she thought, feeling shameful—yet the need throbbed inside her, devouring every ounce of restraint she's putting on herself.

She didn't need to finger herself before, but now that Marcus was gone and she couldn't help but do it. She turned and showed her big round ass to the mirror. She rubbed both of her asscheeks with her hands, feeling how soft and warm the skin was. She could take her time doing that because there was no place to go and no one was waiting for her.

She felt bad for Marcus. He worked very hard and did a a lot for the both of them. They both wanted a house and a life together, but everything has to wait now. They had just married less than a year , yet there were already apart because of his job.

If he had let her get a job, things would be easier for them. Her money would help them reach their goals faster. But Marcus was old-fashioned. He wanted to take care of her, wanted her to be a full housewife, and she tried to respect that, even though it hurt. He didn’t want other men looking at her.

"As my wife, you will have to stay at home," he said in a firm voice.

She liked the way he showed caring for her, but the loneliness was heavy and becoming unbearable for her.

She stepped out of the shower after spending several minutes in the bathroom, dried herself, and walked naked into the bedroom. She picked out her bra and pants from her wardrobe and laid it on the bed, then sat at the mirror, brushed her hair, and added a little makeup.

She applied the makeup minimal. Marcus was the only one she wanted to look pretty for. So there was no need to draw attention. Marcus was the only man she wanted, ever, she told herself.

Then without warning, the doorbell rang, causing her to get shocked. Probably it was the dispatch rider or maybe a letter from Marcus. In no time, she grabbed a dress, slipped it on, zipped it up, and checked her hair in the mirror before heading to the door.

The doorbell rang again, more louder this time. "Coming!!" she said, hurrying to the door.

She froze in surprise. Her heart started racing, and for a moment, she could barely breathe as she opened the door.

Her younger brother was standing there with a smile on his face. He looked even more hotter than she remembered.

Damn!! He still had the darkest blue eyes she had ever seen.

"James!" she shouted with surprise, giving him a tight hug. Her boobs pressed against his hard chest, her nipples poking against his shirt.

He hugged her back, holding her close and even rocking her tightly. He continued to keep his arms around her, even when she tried to pull away. With a gleeful smile, she finally broke free from his tight hold and she found herself blushing instinctively. And without reason, her body tingled from the feel of his skin against hers.

Without warning, leaving his luggages at the door, he scooped her sister up, carrying her up into the living room.

“James, are you nuts?!” she burst out laughing. “For goodness’ sake, put me down!”

He leaned down and dropped her on the couch, causing her skit to fly up, exposing the bare skin of her thighs.

She quickly yanked down her dress, her cheek burning. "What the hell are you doing, James?"

“Let’s just say it’s a long story,” her irresistible charming looking stepbrother said with a playful grin. His eyes slowly moved over her full body before he looked back at her face. “Woooo, beautiful kitten. You look fucking beautiful!"

“Thanks. You’re not looking so bad yourself,” she said, giving him a quick look. “But what are you doing here? Shouldn’t you still be in school? The semester is not over yet? is it?"

“For me, it is. I got myself into trouble at school.”

A mischievous smile spread across his face as he walked out to grab his bag.

“What did you do to get in trouble?”

He walked back inside with his bag over his shoulder and gently shut the door behind him.

“Hey, kitten, where’s Marcus? Still gone?” he asked, completely ignoring what she had just asked him.

“Yeah,” she answered with a heavy sigh. “He’s been away for seven months now. Just three more months, and he’ll finally be back.”

“I guess that’s fucking pretty tough for you,” James said, a mischievous look flashing in his deep blue eyes.

She glanced away painfully, trying to ignore the worry that has been gnawing on her since her husband had left her for work “It’s difficult for both of us.”

“Well, you’ve got me here now,” he said with a strange grin. “You don’t mind if I crash here for a while, right, my sweet sister?”

She stared at him in surprise, her mind racing for a quick answer.

“There’s just one problem. There’s only one bedroom, and the other one is still a mess.”

“That’s fine. I’ll sleep on the couch,” he said, the mischievous smile still on his face. “I’m just happy to see you again!”

He pulled her into another hug, and his lips brushed against hers in a brief, affectionate kiss.

Elara kissed him back before she even realized what she was doing, then immediately felt ashamed. It had been months since she had been close to a man, and the loneliness had left her hungry. That moment, she almost imagined she was kissing Marcus instead as her tongue touched his.

The thought frightened her and she quickly tried to pull away, but James held her close and kissed her again before finally letting her go. He stepped back with a satisfied smile, as if he had just won some kind of game.

She took a shaky step backward, trying to catch her breath as her heart pounded in her chest.

“Wh... what happened at school?” she asked, her voice unsteady. “Why didn’t you tell me about it?”

“Oh, you mean how I got myself into trouble in school?” James shrugged, his expression turning serious. “You know I am the hottest boy in school and I’m always getting attention from girls. But this time, one of them got pregnant.”

“What the heck?! James, how could you do that?!”

"You haven't even heard the worst yet. The girl I got pregnant is actually my faculty officer's daughter.

Elara stared at him in shock, her hands flying to her mouth.

"The foolish girl got herself into this mess, he said with no hint of regret “If she was careless enough to skip birth control, then she should deal with the consequences.”

Elara felt a chill run through her. Something about his words made her uncomfortable. This wasn’t the James she had grown up knowing. He had always been wild and careless, but college seemed to have brought out a side of him she had never seen.

“Would you like tea?” she asked, trying to steer the conversation somewhere else. “Or breakfast? I haven’t eaten yet.”

“I haven’t made breakfast yet. I was still getting dressed when you walked in.”

"Ohhhh......now I understand" James said softly, a strange smile playing on his lips, leaving Elara with an uneasy feeling. She suddenly wondered if she had made a mistake of letting him stay..