Brother × sister Stories

I woke up hard. Not the usual morning wood that fades after a piss. This was different—thick, insistent, curving up against my stomach like it remembered last night and demanded a repeat. My sheets were tangled, damp in spots from sweat and leftover cum. Mia’s scent still clung to my skin: coconut shampoo, something faintly sweet between her thighs, and the musky trace of my own release on her hand when she’d wiped it acr...

The afternoon slipped away in a lazy haze of contentment. After the steamy shower encounter, Lily emerged with her skin flushed pink. Her hair stayed damp and curled at the ends. She threw on a cropped red holiday sweater that barely skimmed her midriff and a pair of soft white cotton panties with tiny candy canes printed on them. The outfit felt festive, teasing, and easy access. Ethan followed downstairs in grey sweatpa...