All Chapters of Sins Of The Flesh: A Taboo Collection : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Eden's POV. The tension in the cabin was so thick it felt like another storm had moved inside. Aunt Valerie sat on the couch, the same couch where Kane had taken my virginity and filled me with his cum just hours earlier, sipping her tea with careful, deliberate movements. Her sharp eyes kept darting between Kane and me, reading every small detail. I stood near the fireplace, my arms wrapped tightly around myself, trying to ignore the sticky warmth still leaking down my inner thighs. Every shift of my legs reminded me that I was full of my stepbrother’s seed, that I had begged him to breed me multiple times. Kane leaned against the kitchen counter, his arms crossed over his bare chest, looking every bit the dangerous ex-soldier. He hadn’t put on a shirt. I suspected it was deliberate, a quiet show of dominance. “So,” Aunt Valerie said, breaking the heavy silence, “how long have you two been here together?” She asked again even though she had previously asked us. Probably just a w

Eden's POV.The tension in the cabin had become a living thing, thick, suffocating, and impossible to ignore.Three days had passed since Aunt Valerie arrived, and every hour felt like walking a razor’s edge. We had fallen into a strange, fragile routine: shared meals, small talk about the storm and old family memories, and Aunt Valerie’s sharp eyes watching our every movement. But at night, when the loft went quiet, Kane became insatiable.Last night he had fucked me twice on the pallet by the fire, once while I rode him, biting my lip bloody to stay silent, and again from behind while I pressed my face into the cushions. He had come inside me both times, whispering filthy promises about breeding me while my aunt slept just upstairs.Now it was mid-morning, and the guilt was eating me alive. I stood at the kitchen counter chopping the last of the carrots for a thin stew, my hands trembling slightly. My pussy was still sore and leaking Kane’s cum from last night. Every step reminded m

Eden's POV.The silence after Aunt Valerie stepped out into the blizzard felt heavier than the snow piling up against the windows.Kane stayed buried inside me on the kitchen table, his cock still twitching with the aftershocks of his release. We had just gone another round after our shared kiss earlier. I could feel his cum leaking out around him, warm and sticky, running down the curve of my ass onto the wooden surface. My legs were shaking around his waist. My heart was hammering so hard I felt dizzy.“We shouldn’t have done that,” I whispered, my voice cracking. “Not right after she said those things. She’s out there in the storm because of us.”I felt guilty as hell!Kane pressed his forehead to mine, breathing hard. His hand rested possessively on my lower belly like always. “She needed to hear those words. She needed to know you’re mine now.”He kissed me softly, almost tenderly, before slowly pulling out. I winced at the emptiness, then at the fresh gush of his cum that spille

Eden's POV. The next few days blurred into a desperate fight for survival. The temperature inside the cabin dropped noticeably without the generator. We kept the fire going constantly, burning through wood faster than we wanted. Food was reduced to tiny portions — half a cup of rice per person per day, some beans, and whatever canned vegetables we had left.Kane went out hunting twice. He came back empty-handed the first time, nearly frostbitten. The second time, he brought back a small rabbit, and we celebrated like it was a feast.Through all of it, the hunger for each other never faded. I could see the need of me in his eyes each time he looked at me, and I mirrored the same look in mine too. We slept on the same pallet because of lack of sufficient blankets, but we were distant apart from each other, and the temptation heightened at every passing second. One afternoon while Aunt Valerie was asleep on the couch, while Kane was in the bathroom, I found myself at the bathroom door,

Eden's POV.The silence between us had become its own kind of storm. Two days had passed since I told Kane I needed to stay away from him. The words still tasted like ash in my mouth every time I remembered saying them. Rescue was supposedly close now, a weak signal had gone through on the satellite phone, and Aunt Valerie had managed to relay our coordinates. But the snow was still deep, and the roads were impassable. We had maybe forty-eight hours left before real help could reach us, and I wasn’t sure we would make it that long.Our food was almost gone. We were down to the last two cans of beans and a handful of dried venison strips. The fire was kept dangerously low to conserve wood. The cabin felt like a tomb, cold, dark, and filled with things we couldn’t say.Kane had become a ghost of himself. He barely looked at me anymore. When he did, the hunger in his eyes was so raw it made my knees weak. But he respected my decision. He slept on the far edge of the pallet, never reachin