The Slow Burn of Sibling Sin

Story Excerpt

It started with a brush of her thigh against mine on the basement couch. My sister, nineteen, beautiful, off-limits, leaned closer instead of pulling away. One touch led to another, and soon my fingers were sliding under her shorts, finding her wet and begging. She didn’t stop me. She wanted it. What began as a secret touch exploded into something raw and unstoppable. Every moan, every squeeze, every forbidden kiss drove us deeper into the sin we both craved. I knew it was wrong. She knew it too. But when she begged me to finish inside her, I couldn’t hold back. And neither of us wanted to. All we ever wanted was each other.