Once she began having sex with her brother, she couldn’t stop. There was something about the shame of the taboo, that poured more naked fuel on the lustful depravity of having willingly given up her virginity to him. And the forbidden feel of it all seemed to make every orgasm more intense, than she ever dreamed they could be.
Yes, he was amazingly sexually skilled for a young man (god knows she was learning fast), and he fucked endlessly like a wildman. But the moment they would start, she would only ever call him “big brother” and he would call her “little sister” and, holy fuck, highlighting the perversity of it like that, set her young body ablaze like she was marinated in kerosene-laced cum.
She was lost. She was all his, and he was hers. She was going to leave home and move in with him. Neither of them were going to be able to stop wanting this ambrosial filth.