My Brother's Wife
Copyright© 2024 by Beaverhunt
Chapter 3
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 3 - Her brother's wife. If one looked up lechery, they would find her photo. Preying upon her sister-in-law, Cin uses every trick, every power, every iota to corrupt the virginal Jessica into bending to her will. Then Cin brings Aaron, her husband, into the the lewd arrangement. Will Cin lose her virginity to her own brother? Only time, and reading this tale of salaciousness, will tell.
Caution: This Incest Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Coercion NonConsensual Reluctant Romantic Lesbian Heterosexual Fiction Incest Brother Sister FemaleDom Group Sex Anal Sex Cream Pie First Oral Sex Water Sports
I groan and my hands are starting to ache a little. “That’s not what I meant. You know what? Fuck it. If I hug you, will you get the fuck out and never enter uninvited again?”
Her voice is infuriating as she sounds far more like a woman than I ever will. “I promise. Just one hug and I leave, but drop the towel first.”
I shake my head and can’t believe her audacity. “No.”
Her hands move towards my body and I start to lose my grip. I feel her fingers touch my flesh and follow the line of the towel and I can feel my body react in a way it isn’t supposed to at the touch of a woman. My breath quickens a little as I fight to regain my composure, but I can’t stop my cheeks from flushing.
Cin’s fingers press between the towel and the top of my tits, which does feel good. I let out a soft sigh as the heat starts to spread from her touch. My hands move to her wrists to stop her from going any further as I fight against myself.
She smiles at the sounds I make and her voice is confident. “I know you’re enjoying this, Jess.”
I manage to get a grip and free myself from her touch. “I’m not and I’m not taking off my towel. Get the fuck out of my room.”
Her voice shows she won’t be deterred. “Fine. If you really aren’t into me, then the towel shouldn’t matter. You shouldn’t feel anything different at all. What difference does it make?”
I groan as I tighten my grip a little. “It makes a big fucking difference.”
She starts to fight against my hands and I feel her hands press down, but I manage to keep her away from where she was trying to get to. Cin’s starting to piss me the fuck off and I know she won’t be deterred from getting me out of my towel. We both know there’s nothing on underneath, and I don’t think she’s going to stop until she gets her way.
I groan as I grow tired of her games. “If I drop the towel and hug you, will you promise to leave me the fuck alone?”
Her smile falters a little as her feminine voice drives me fucking crazy. “Yes. I’ll even do you one better. If you don’t enjoy it, I promise to stop everything.”
I search her eyes for some hint of deception and wish I had the time to fight her off, but my work won’t wait. If this is what it takes to get her to leave me be, then so be it. There’s nothing about her that I really trust, but don’t have any other options right now. It would be impossible to fend her off all fucking day and I have a job to do.
I glare at her as my voice makes it quite clear I have no interest in doing this. “I want your word. You will leave me the fuck alone as soon as the hug ends.”
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