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As soon as they locked eyes, they knew it was wrong. She was his best friend’s younger sister, barely legal to drink, and he was a grown man in his thirties. But the attraction between them could not be denied, and every time they were together, the tension was palpable.

One hot summer evening, they found themselves alone at her brother’s house. They sat on the couch, talking and drinking, but they both knew where this was headed. He couldn’t withstand her any longer, and she didn’t want him to.

They leaned in, their lips meeting in a steamy kiss, her hands running through his hair. He pulled her onto his lap, his hands on her waist, feeling every inch of her body. She moaned into his mouth, and he felt like he was on fire.

As they peeled off each other’s clothes, their eyes never left each other. He took her breasts into his mouth, while she rode him, both of them lost in sensation. They were so consumed by their desire that they didn’t hear the front door open.

Her brother walked in to discover them in flagrante delicto, and the guilt immediately set in. They knew that what they were doing was wrong, but the passion between them was too intense to ignore.

Despite the obstacles – the disapproval of her family, his reputation in the community – they couldn’t stay away from each other. They became each other’s deepest, darkest secret, sneaking around and stealing moments at every opportunity.

Their love was forbidden and taboo, but they couldn’t help themselves. They had ignited a primal desire within each other that could not be quenched. And as long as they kept it a secret, they could continue their erotic, taboo love affair.
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