The door to the studio closed behind them, leaving the echo of the last take. The car, wrapped in thick silence, rolled through deserted streets. The intensity of the set, that energy which had seemed endless, had now dissipated, leaving them both in a kind of reflective stillness. The sparkle in their eyes had lost its fervor, a sign that the artificial euphoria that had accompanied them was gone.
Upon arriving home, the door opened with a familiar squeak, and they were greeted by Jhom’s enthusiasm. His face lit up at seeing his sister again.
“Sofia! Don’t leave again!” Jhom exclaimed, hugging her tightly. “Stay here, please.”
“I won’t leave, Jhom. I’m working with Dad now,” Sofia responded, her voice still carrying the weight of the recent experience.
“That’s awesome! I want to work with you both, like a family,” said Jhom, his innocent enthusiasm not understanding the nature of his father and sister’s work.
Hearing this, Sofia and Jack exchanged a quick glance, one loaded with secrets and tacit promises. For a moment, Sofia’s imagination ran wild, envisioning a scenario as forbidden as it was thrilling, but she quickly pushed that thought aside, excusing herself with a forced smile.
“I’m going to take a shower,” Sofia said, heading towards the stairs, leaving Jack and Jhom in the foyer with their own thoughts.
Night had fallen, and the family gathered around the table for dinner. The smell of home-cooked food filled the room, creating an atmosphere of normalcy after such an extraordinary day.
Jhom, with the curiosity of his age, broke the silence. “What exactly do you do at your job?” he asked, looking alternately at his father and sister.
Jack, with an enigmatic smile, answered first. “We work on creating art, Jhom. It’s something very intimate, where every detail counts.”
Sofia added, playing with her food. “Yes, it’s like telling a story with our bodies, where every movement must be perfect.”
“And what’s your favorite part of the job?” Jhom persisted, his curiosity unsatisfied.
Jack seemed thoughtful, his gaze meeting Sofia’s for a moment. “I really don’t have a favorite part, but today I discovered something I loved a lot.”
“What was it?” Jhom leaned in, interested.
“Your sister, your sister can explain,” said Jack, his voice laden with a meaning only Sofia could understand.
Sofia, feeling her father’s gaze on her and noticing his slight discomfort, said, “Today, working with Dad was revealing. Feeling his direction, his precision in every detail, his ability to fill the space with his presence, and that feeling of culmination when everything fits, was something I didn’t expect to enjoy so much.” Each word was laden with innuendo, but Jhom only saw the surface of the conversation.
Jack, whose breathing had slightly quickened, continued. “I never thought that the daughter I raised with so much love would become such a great artist. Today, watching her perform, seeing how she gives herself to her art, I realized how much she has grown. Her ability to adapt, to feel and convey, to receive and give, is something I can only admire and feel proud of.”
Dinner had been long, filled with conversations that skirted the edges of revelation, and finally, each retired to their room. Sofia, however, couldn’t find sleep; her mind was full of images and sensations from the day. In an attempt to clear her mind, she left her room, walking quietly down the hallway. She passed by her brother Jhom’s room, who was sleeping deeply, his breathing calm in the night’s silence.
Then, she paused in front of her father’s door. The moonlight filtered through the window, illuminating his sleeping figure. Sofia felt an impulse to talk, to share her thoughts, but seeing Jack so peaceful, she decided to return to her room. However, something inside her made her stop again; a burning curiosity, a need to explore beyond what she had experienced that afternoon.
She retraced her steps, each one more determined than the last, until she found herself once again in front of her father’s bed. In the dim light, the walls were adorned with photos of shared moments: her first day on a bike with her father holding her, him cheering her on at her soccer game. Those memories filled her with intense emotion, a mix of nostalgia and desire.
With slow movements, she began to undress, feeling how each piece of clothing that fell to the floor increased her excitement. She slid the blanket covering Jack away, revealing his sleeping body. With a boldness she didn’t know she possessed, Sofia freed his member, surprised by her own daring. She began to caress it with her mouth, her movements soft and exploratory.
Jack’s breathing quickened, even in his sleep, until he opened his eyes, met with the unexpected sight of his daughter. Shock and desire battled in his eyes.
“What are you doing, daughter? Jhom might see us,” he whispered urgently, his heart racing.
“He’s asleep, Dad,” Sofia responded, her voice laden with a dark sensuality. “No one will see us.”
Jack, feeling the tension dissipate, relaxed, allowing himself to enjoy the moment. “Thank you, daughter, this is like…”
“I never imagined I would do this, never saw you this way,” Sofia continued, her eyes gleaming with lust.
“I never thought it could be this good,” Jack murmured, his voice thick with pleasure.
“You’ve always been my guide, now you’re my pleasure,” whispered Sofia, increasing the pace of her caress.
“Feeling your mouth, it’s like coming home,” Jack closed his eyes, surrendering to the moment.
“Your taste, your warmth, it’s something new and familiar at the same time,” Sofia responded, her voice barely a whisper.
“Your boldness, it excites me like never before,” said Jack, his breathing now ragged.
“I just want to explore more, with you,” Sofia looked at him, her eyes full of erotic promise.
“This is our secret, one I want to keep discovering,” said Jack, his voice vibrating with desire.
Sofia, feeling the heat and urgency in the air, positioned herself over her father, her movements deliberate and full of intent.
“Dad, do you feel how my skin heats up for you?” she whispered, as she began to align herself with him. She took his member in her hand, guiding it to her entrance without yet allowing full penetration. “Every time I brush against you like this, I feel how you want me more, how your body yearns for me.”
With torturous slowness, she played with him, brushing her vagina against the tip of his penis, feeling how each touch elicited a more intense response from Jack, his breathing becoming more labored. “Look at you, Dad, so eager, so full of desire for your own daughter.”
The clear liquid of her arousal began to show, and Sofia noticed it, her voice thick with sadistic pleasure. “Oh, you’re so ready for me, but I want to feel every second of this anticipation.” Finally, she allowed him to enter, her body opening to receive him, pleasure flooding her as she began to move over him.
“Thank you, Dad, you make me feel so, full, so complete,” she moaned, her words blending with the sounds of her pleasure. “Your firmness, your warmth inside me, it’s like each thrust is a promise of more, more pleasure, more forbidden.”
Jack, in the midst of his own ecstasy, struggled to keep his voice low. “Please, don’t make noise, you might wake Jhom.”
Sofia, with a mischievous smile, leaned in towards him, her lips brushing against his in a kiss laden with provocation. “Don’t worry, Dad, there’s room for Jhom in me too,” she whispered, her words as seductive as they were defiant, before continuing her movement, each moan a testament to her pleasure and boldness.
Jhom woke up, his sleep disturbed by sounds he couldn’t quite identify. Guided by curiosity and a mix of apprehension, he made his way towards the source of those noises. Upon reaching his father’s bedroom door, peeking through the crack, he was met with a scene that left him breathless: his father and sister engaged in an act of passion he had only seen in his darkest dreams. The sight of Jack entering Sofia, their rhythm punctuated by moans of pleasure, immediately caused Jhom to become erect, his body responding to the forbidden vision.
Inside, Jack changed positions, placing himself over Sofia, his penetration now deeper and more furious. “You’re so perfect, daughter,” Jack moaned, feeling each thrust bringing him closer to climax.
Sofia, sensing her brother’s gaze, smiled as she responded to each of her father’s movements. “Yes, Dad, you fill me so completely,” her voice mingled with the sounds of their union, enjoying the power she had over both men.
In his excitement, Jack could no longer contain himself. “I love you so much, Sofia, you don’t know how much,” he whispered hoarsely, thrusting with a force that spoke of his urgency and love.
Sofia, seeing Jhom, made a subtle gesture, inviting him to join, but overwhelmed by the intensity of the moment and the shock, he pulled away and ran back to his room.
Jack’s climax came like a wave, his body trembling as he ejaculated inside Sofia with an intensity that both felt to their very souls. “Oh, Sofia,” Jack sighed, his voice an echo of his pleasure and love.
While getting dressed, Sofia looked at her father with eyes full of satisfaction. “Sweet dreams, Dad,” she said, her voice soft but laden with future promises.
Upon leaving the room, she carefully closed the door and walked to Jhom’s, knocking gently. There was no response, but she wasn’t discouraged. She opened the door and entered. “I know you saw me with Dad, Jhom. We need to talk about that,” she said, her tone mixing concern with seduction.
Sitting next to the bed, her presence was like a breeze charged with tension and desire. “You don’t have to feel uncomfortable. Did what you saw excite you?” she asked, her voice lowering to a tempting whisper. “It’s not something we should be ashamed of.” Her words were a veiled invitation, hinting that her visit had intentions beyond just talking.
Jhom, with his breath catching, could barely respond. “Sofia, I don’t know what to say.”
“You don’t have to say anything, Jhom. Just, feel,” she responded, her voice a whisper that promised to explore beyond known boundaries.
