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As soon as I walked into the family gathering, my eyes were locked on my stepbrother, Alex. He looked impeccable in his suit, his brown hair perfectly styled. I couldn’t stop myself from taking a step closer to him, sniffing his aftershave. He didn’t move, but his gaze bore into me with intensity.

We had grown up together, but I had all the time felt a different kind of attraction towards him. And from the heat in his eyes, I could see he felt it too. We were alone in the family room, the rest of the guests outside, when he turned to me, his arms locking around my waist, and pulled me in for a kiss.

It was like we had both been waiting for this moment our entire lives. Our tongues danced together, and before I knew it Alex had picked me up and carried me towards his bedroom. Once there, we wasted no time stripping each other. I was surprised by the way he took control, his rough hands on my body.

Alex began kissing down my neck and over my breasts, making me moan with pleasure. His mouth explored every inch of me, and my hand found its way to the bulge growing in his pants. He groaned at my touch, pressing me further onto the bed.

I couldn’t believe how good it felt to be with him. It was wrong, and yet it felt so right. As he slid into me, it was like we were the only two people in the world. Every thrust, every gasp was filled with passion and love that we had been holding back for far too long.

Hours later, we lay in each other’s arms, panting and satisfied. Alex’s fingers traced patterns on my naked skin, and I knew what we had done was wrong. But I couldn’t stop myself from whispering to him that I loved him.

“As long as we have each other, that’s all that matters,” he replied, pulling me in for another kiss.

As the night wore on, we found ourselves sneaking kisses and touches whenever we could. It was as if we were teenagers again, our love fuelled by the forbidden nature of what we were doing.

In the morning, we woke up to our family laughingly shouting at us to join them for breakfast. We smiled to each other, knowing that our siblings would never figure out what had happened between us. But as we sat down to eat, our foots entwined under the table, we knew that our sibling secrets were only just beginning.
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