As the moonlight filtered through the cracks in the curtains, illuminating the room in a soft blue glow, Sarah lay in bed fantasizing about the man she’d all the time been obsessed with – her stepbrother.
The sound of the wind whistling outside was the only noise that filled the air, making the darkness feel even more suffocating. The darkness was her friend though, because in the darkness was where she let herself fully embrace her dark desires.
It had been years since she’d seen her stepbrother, but the image of his lean body and piercing green eyes was permanently etched in her mind. Her thoughts drifted to the times they spent together when they were younger, playing in the woods or swimming in the lake.
But as they got older and their bodies changed, Sarah couldn’t help but notice the sexual tension growing between them. It was a dangerous and forbidden attraction that she tried to ignore, but it only grew stronger with each passing year.
Suddenly, a knock jolted Sarah out of her reverie. “Hey, are you up?” It was her stepbrother’s voice. She felt a flicker of anticipation and excitement surge through her body.
“Yeah, come in,” she whispered.
The door creaked open, and her stepbrother’s silhouette emerged in the doorway. His broad shoulders and toned muscles were visible even in the dim light. He walked over to the bed and sat down next to her, the mattress sinking under his weight.
“I haven’t seen you in ages,” she said softly, her eyes flickering up to his face.
“I know,” he replied, his voice low and gravelly. “But I needed to see you. I’ve missed you.”
Sarah felt her heart race as he leaned in, his eyes locking onto hers. She could feel his breath on her face and the heat from his body. The air grew thick with their unspoken desire.
Without a word, he leaned in and kissed her, his lips soft and warm against hers. Sarah moaned softly as the kiss deepened, their tongues tangling in a frenzied dance. She felt his hands move from her face to her neck, then down to her breasts. They were soft and gentle, but there was a hunger in the way he touched her.
As he continued to explore her body, Sarah’s mind raced. This was wrong – so wrong. But it felt so good, so right. She couldn’t withstand him any longer.
She reached down and took his hand, guiding it between her legs. He slipped his fingers inside her, and she gasped at the touch. Her body melted as he played with her, sending waves of pleasure pulsing through her.
Suddenly, he pulled back, his eyes glinting in the darkness. “I want you, Sarah,” he said, his voice rough with desire. “I’ve always wanted you.”
Sarah looked up at him, her heart racing. “I want you too,” she whispered.
In the darkness, they undressed each other slowly, their hands exploring every inch of each other’s bodies. They kissed and caressed each other with an intensity that left them both breathless.
Finally, he lowered himself onto her, his body covering hers. She could feel his hard cock pressing against her and reached down to guide it inside of her. The feel of him inside her was almost too much to bear – it was like nothing she’d ever experienced before.
As they began to move together, a powerful orgasm built inside of her. Her body tensed and then exploded as they came together, the pleasure overwhelming and intense.
They lay there in the darkness, tangled together, both feeling guilty and ashamed. But the pleasure they had just experienced was undeniable. It was like a dark secret they would carry with them forever.
As the sun began to rise outside, they dressed and said their goodbyes. They both knew they could never tell anyone about what had happened, but they also knew it would never be forgotten.
Looking back, Sarah realized that despite the shame and guilt, she had never felt more alive than in those dark moments of incestuous love. It was a forbidden pleasure that haunted her, but one that she would all the time crave.