LOGINAddicted to SinI barely slept that night. Ben’s cum was still leaking out of me as I lay in my bed, staring at the ceiling. Every time I shifted, I felt the soreness between my legs a delicious reminder of how my own brother had fucked me raw on the kitchen counter. Guilt gnawed at me, but it was drowned out by a deeper, darker hunger. I wanted more. Needed more. By the time the first light of dawn crept through the windows, I had given up fighting it. I was addicted to the sin.I found Ben already awake in the bathroom, steam filling the shower. He didn’t say a word when I slipped in behind him. The hot water cascaded over us as he turned, his hands immediately on my wet skin. He pressed me against the cool tiles, his hard body molding to my back. Soap-slick hands roamed everywhere cupping my breasts, pinching my nipples, sliding down my stomach to tease my already dripping pussy.“You’re soaked for me again,” he murmured against my ear, voice husky with sleep and lust. One thick fi
Crossing the Line The storm had passed, leaving the lake house wrapped in a heavy, charged silence. My lips still tingled from Ben’s kisses, my body humming with unmet need. I was soaked my bikini bottoms ruined, my thighs slippery with arousal from grinding against him like a desperate slut. Guilt crashed over me in waves as I pulled back from his lap, staring at my brother with wide eyes. This was insane. He was my blood. The boy who used to tease me about my pigtails and scare away my bullies. And now I’d been dry humping his cock like it was the only thing that could save me. “I… I should go,” I whispered, standing on shaky legs. My cover-up was somewhere on the floor. I felt exposed, vulnerable, and terrifyingly alive. “This is wrong, Ben. We can’t.” But he stood too, faster than I expected. His hand caught my wrist, gentle but firm. Those green eyes burned into mine, dark with the same hunger I felt twisting inside my chest. “Don’t run, Maya. Not from this. Not from me.” His
Tension IgnitesMorning light filtered through the curtains of my childhood bedroom, painting everything in soft golds and pinks. I woke up with my hand still tucked between my thighs, the evidence of last night’s forbidden release sticky on my fingers. Shame flooded me instantly. Ben. My brother. What the hell was wrong with me? I quickly showered, trying to scrub away the memory, but the warm water only made me think of his strong arms again. By the time I stepped out, I’d made a decision. Today, I wouldn’t hide. I wanted to see if that spark was real or just my broken heart playing tricks.I dug through my bag and chose the skimpiest bikini I owned a tiny red number that barely contained my breasts and left most of my ass exposed. It was the kind of thing I’d wear to make Jake jealous on vacation, but now… now it felt like a test. For Ben. For myself. I threw on a sheer cover up and headed downstairs, heart hammering.Ben was already in the kitchen, flipping eggs at the stove. He w
Chapter 1: The Breaking PointI slammed the car door harder than necessary, the sound echoing through the quiet woods surrounding our family’s lake house. My hands were still shaking as I gripped the steering wheel one last time before letting go. The drive up here had been a blur of tears and angry music, but now that I was here, the reality crashed down on me. Jake was gone. Caught balls deep in his coworker’s mouth like some cliché from a bad movie. Three years wasted. And the worst part? I felt more empty than heartbroken.The lake house was dark except for a single light glowing from the living room window. Mom and Dad were away for the whole summer, touring Europe like they’d always dreamed. That left only Ben. My brother he has been with me since I was small.The one person who had always been there, even when I pushed everyone else away.I grabbed my duffel bag and trudged up the wooden steps, the familiar creak of the porch comforting in its own way. Before I could even knoc
Make OutSage’s words..“Easy on me?”hung between us like a gentle challenge. I smiled against her lips, my heart hammering so loudly I was sure she could feel it. “For now,” I whispered back, and that was all the invitation she needed.Our second kiss was deeper, no longer tentative. Her mouth moved against mine with a slow hunger that made my toes curl. I parted my lips, inviting her in, and her tongue brushed mine warm, velvet-soft, tasting of red wine and something uniquely Sage. A small moan escaped me as her hand slid further under the borrowed shirt, fingers tracing the curve of my waist and up my ribs. Her touch was electric, leaving trails of heat on my skin.We shifted on the couch until I was half-lying beneath her, her body pressing me gently into the cushions. The weight of her felt perfect soft breasts against mine, the smooth warmth of her thighs straddling one of my legs. Every sway of her hips sent sparks through me, the thin fabric of our clothes doing little to hide
Invitation HomeThe gallery night had been magical soft lighting, vibrant art, and Sage by my side the entire time. Her laugh echoed in my ears as we stepped outside afterward, only for the sky to open up in a sudden downpour. Rain hammered the pavement, turning the streets into glistening rivers. We huddled under the gallery awning, but it offered little protection.Sage checked her phone, then glanced at me with that familiar playful smile. “My apartment is just two blocks away. Yours is much farther. Come wait out the storm at my place?” She paused, her hazel eyes softening. “Easy on me no pressure, Elara. Just wine, dry clothes, and good company.”My heart raced. Part of me wanted to play it safe and wait for the bus. The other part the one that had been craving her closeness since that first bus ride won out. “Okay,” I said, my voice quieter than I intended. “Lead the way.”We ran through the rain, her hand finding mine as we dodged puddles. By the time we reached her building, w
Chapter 6: First Breeding I was still shaking from the second orgasm, my legs pinned back in that obscene full split on the workout bench, when Dom pulled his three thick fingers out of me with a wet pop. My pussy clenched around nothing, gaping slightly from the stretch, dripping oil and my o
Chapter 5: Oiled and ExposedI stood there completely naked, heart slamming against my ribs, as Dom walked over and double checked the lock on the gym door with a heavy click. The sound made everything feel so final. No turning back. My small tits were already heaving with each breath, nipples tig
Chapter 4: The “Special Stretch” OfferMy body was already a sweaty, trembling mess after another round of squats and lunges. I stood there panting, hands on my knees, trying to catch my breath while Dom circled me like a predator. The mirrors showed everything my flushed cheeks, the dark wet patc
Chapter 3: Tension BuildsI was still catching my breath from the warm ups when Dom clapped his big hands together, the sound echoing off the mirrored walls. My legs felt a little shaky already, and we’d only been going for twenty minutes. He loomed over me, sweat starting to glisten on his tattoo







