Sofia, with a smile laden with promises, leaned closer to Jhom, her voice a whisper that seemed to caress the air. “Jhom, you’ve always been so reserved, so shy, have you never been with a woman?” she asked, her tone hinting at something deeper.
Jhom, his breath catching, tried to respond, his voice shaky. “No, Sofia, never. I’ve never been with anyone like that.”
She moved even closer, her warm breath against his ear. “Then, let me be the first to show you…” Her hand began to slide slowly towards his lap, where the evidence of his excitement was undeniable.
Jhom, feeling his sister’s touch, shivered. “What are you doing, Sofia?” he asked, his voice a mix of desire and doubt.
“Shh…” she replied, her hand now lightly brushing the visible erection through his clothes. “We used to play together before, didn’t we? Now, we can play in a new way.”
Her hand gently closed around him, beginning a slow, deliberate massage. Jhom closed his eyes, a moan escaping his lips at the unexpected pleasure. “But, we’re siblings, this is wrong.”
Sofia, with a smile that concealed a depth of desire, continued her caress, her voice seductive and persuasive. “Family is where we learn everything, Jhom. Here, in the privacy of our home, we can explore what we truly desire.” Her words were like a spell, breaking down the barriers of the forbidden with each movement of her hand.
It’s so smooth, so clean, so erect —Her words were like verbal caresses, each one increasing the tension in the room.
Letting out a sigh of anticipation, she leaned in even closer. “Let me see what it smells like,” she said, her voice a whisper of seduction.
Jhom, feeling his heart pounding in his chest, clenched his fists, gripping the sheet tightly as she approached. Sofia inhaled deeply, her face so close she could feel the warmth of his body. “Mmm, your scent is so… intoxicating,” she whispered, her words laden with a lewdness that resonated in the air.
Then, with an intensity that made each word vibrate, she asked, “Can I taste it?” Her gaze fixed on him, waiting for an answer that never came, but Jhom’s erection spoke for itself.
Without waiting any longer, Sofia began to perform oral sex on him, her skill evident in every movement. “Oh, Jhom, this is different,” she began to say, her voice tinged with a dark pleasure. “I’ve been with so many men I’ve lost count, but tasting you, tasting my own brother, gives me a rush of adrenaline and thrill that I’ve never felt before.”
“Do you want to taste me, Jhom? Do you want to fill me?” she asked, her tone a mix of invitation and challenge.
Jhom, his mind and body in conflict, responded with uncertainty. “I don’t know if I should, Sofia, this is so…”
“Please, little brother…” she interrupted, her voice gentle and persuasive. “Let me guide you, I want you to feel this with me,” she said as she climbed on top of him, not removing her pajamas, just moving the fabric aside enough.
He felt himself entering her, the warmth and moisture of his sister enveloping him for the first time, the exquisite taste of female intimacy. “Oh, God, Sofia,” Jhom moaned, the novelty of the sensation overwhelming him.
Sofia began to move, slowly rising and falling, almost letting her brother slip out completely before descending again, each movement an act of seduction and control. “Feel how I welcome you, Jhom,” she whispered, her voice an echo of pleasure and prohibition. “You are part of me, and now, part of this.”
Each descent was accompanied by words that heightened the lewdness. “Your innocence inside me, filling me in such an, incestuous, such a perfect way,” she said, her pace increasing, her control over the act evident, guiding her brother in this new and dark discovery.
Jhom, caught in a whirlwind of sensations, shyly raised his hands, seeking his sister’s breasts under her pajamas. “Sofia, please,” his voice was a whisper of need.
“Yes, Jhom, touch me, I want to feel your hands on me,” she responded with an intensity that seemed to burn the air between them. “Touch what you’ve always desired.”
Responding to her permission, he caressed her breasts, his words full of praise. “You feel so good, Sofia, you move so, perfectly.”
Sofia, in an act of surrender, removed her blouse, revealing her skin to the dim light of the room. She leaned towards him, offering her breasts. “Lick them, Jhom, use your tongue as if you want to discover every part of me,” she guided, her voice laden with desire.
As he followed her instructions, Sofia increased the pace of her movements, her hands beginning to undress him, each button and piece of clothing removed with deliberate slowness. “I want to feel your skin against mine, with nothing between us,” she said, stripping completely, their bodies now a single canvas of desire.
Then, she lay down on her stomach on the bed, turning her head to look at him. “Come, Jhom, get on top of me,” she invited, her voice a seductive whisper.
Jhom, following his desire, positioned himself over her, beginning to penetrate her with a gentleness that soon turned into exquisite sensation. From his position, he had a beautiful view: Sofia’s back arched, her long hair spread out on the bed, and as he looked down, her perfect buttocks moving to the rhythm of his thrusts. Each penetration was visible, his penis entering and exiting her, the space filling with the moans of both, a symphony of forbidden pleasure.
Jhom’s sweat dripped in beads onto Sofia’s back, each one marking the rhythm of their pleasure. Shame had vanished, replaced by raw, palpable desire. “Sofia, you’re so…” Jhom started, his voice breaking with pleasure.
“Shh, Jhom, don’t talk, just enjoy every inch of me,” she responded, her tone laden with forbidden sensuality.
Suddenly, a flash illuminated the room, causing both to look towards the door. There stood Jack, his expression a mix of surprise and approval. “A picture for the memory,” he said with a dark smile. “Continue, enjoy.”
With a voice full of lewdness, he asked, “Can I join?”
The laughter from his children was answer enough. Jack approached, sitting close to his daughter, watching the act with a look of lust. “Jhom, give it to her harder,” he commanded, his voice authoritative yet excited. “Sofia, you’ve brought so much joy to this house. You’re our little whore, our perfect pervert, the most exquisite slut this home could desire.”
Sofia, feeling her father’s gaze upon her, turned her head, her eyes shining with a mix of desire and defiance. “Join us, Dad. I want to feel the whole family inside me, filling me in a way only we could understand,” she said with a voice that promised unimaginable ecstasy.
