Chapter 3

The next day, they dawned in the same place where they had fallen asleep. The room was still warm, the air filled with the scent of their lovemaking. Lorina’s breasts were still bare, her nipples still sensitive from Edgar’s attentions. Edgar was curled up against her, his dark hair splayed out on her skin.

Lorina looked down at him, a soft smile playing on her lips. She could still feel the remnants of his cum on her hand, the sticky residue a testament to their night of passion. She felt a sense of pride, of accomplishment, at having brought him to such heights of pleasure.

She knew that she had given him something special, something that he would remember for the rest of his life. And she was determined to give him more.

Lorina shifted slightly, her body aching from their marathon session. She looked down at Edgar, his face still buried in her breasts, his breath warm and steady against her skin. She could see the dark circles under his eyes, the signs of exhaustion from their late-night activities.

She smiled to herself, knowing that she had played a part in that. She loved the idea of wearing him out, of leaving him spent and satisfied.

A new era in Lorina’s life was just beginning. She had found something, someone, who made her feel alive, who made her feel like she belonged. And she was determined to explore this newfound connection with Edgar, no matter where it led them.

As the days turned into weeks, Lorina and Edgar fell into a comfortable routine. They spent every possible moment together, exploring each other’s bodies and minds. Lorina introduced Edgar to new experiences, new pleasures, and he was eager to learn, to please her.

They spent hours exploring each other’s bodies, their hands and mouths discovering every inch of skin, every sensitive spot. Lorina taught him how to touch her, how to make her writhe and moan, and in turn, Edgar showed her what he liked, what made him hard and eager.

Her relationship with Edgar was just beginning, not as two sex addicts but as two lovers who truly loved each other. At first, Edgar was more resistant to this love, but over time, and with Lorina’s encouragement, he became more and more submissive to her. Not sexually, but emotionally. In bed, it was the other way around.

Edgar was the dominant one, always eager to please Lorina, to make her feel good. He was always ready to go down on her, to lick and suck her until she came undone. He loved the taste of her, the way she responded to his touch. He loved the way she looked at him when he was between her legs, her eyes filled with a mix of desire and gratitude.

He loved the way she moaned his name, the way she tangled her fingers in his hair and guided him, encouraging him to take more of her into his mouth.

He loved the way she tasted, sweet and salty, a unique flavor that was all her own. He loved the way her body responded to him, the way her hips bucked and her breath hitched as he brought her closer and closer to the edge.

A little man who was initially innocent and naive turned into a monster, thirsty for sex. Thirsty for pussy, thirsty for his older sister. Lorina was not alone in this and shared the same feelings as Edgar. She was just as eager to please him, to make him feel good. She loved the way he responded to her touch, the way his body tensed and his breath hitched as she explored him.

She loved the way he looked at her, his eyes filled with a mix of desire and vulnerability.

But this relationship between the two of them, which started out as just a game, gradually became more and more serious.

Their daily lives were increasingly focused on each other. Lorina found herself looking forward to the moments when she could sneak away from her chores and homework to be with Edgar. She would find him in his room, his eyes glued to a book or his laptop, but his mind always seemed to wander to her.

Edgar would find himself daydreaming about Lorina, about the things they had done together, about the things he wanted to do to her. He would find himself hard and aching, his body yearning for her touch.

He would imagine her hands on him, her mouth on him, her body wrapped around him. He would imagine her moans and cries of pleasure, her body writhing beneath him as he brought her to the edge and pushed her over.

Lorina, too, found herself constantly thinking about Edgar. She would find herself touching herself, her fingers tracing the same path that Edgar’s had taken, her body aching for his touch. She would imagine him inside her, his body moving against hers, his breath hot on her neck.

Their relationship was becoming more and more intense, more and more consuming. They were no longer just fucking, they were making love.

Hiding the relationship from the family was an essential but complicated part of their new dynamic.

They had to be careful, always aware of the potential consequences if they were caught. But the thrill of secrecy only added to the intensity of their connection.

Lorina loved to pretend she was just a sister to Edgar in front of her parents, asking him about his day at school, helping him with his homework.

She would catch him stealing glances at her, his eyes lingering on her lips, her breasts, and she would smile to herself, knowing that he was thinking about the same things she was.

Her parents’ naivety played a big part in this, they never imagined that their eldest daughter would be fucking their youngest son.

They were too busy with their own lives, too wrapped up in their own little world of work and socializing to notice the subtle changes in their children’s behavior.

Lorina and Edgar, however, were acutely aware of the risks they were taking. They knew that if they were caught, their lives would be turned upside down. They knew that they would be judged, shamed, and possibly even ostracized by their community. But despite the risks, they couldn’t help but feel drawn to each other, unable to resist the pull of their forbidden love.

They found themselves stealing glances at each other during family meals, their knees brushing under the table, their eyes locking for a moment longer than necessary. They would find excuses to be alone together, sneaking off to Lorina’s room or the quiet corner of the backyard, their hearts pounding with anticipation and fear.

In fact, they had even categorized their parents’ routine so that they could be left alone in peace, a schedule with times and days.

On Mondays, both her parents would be out from morning until early afternoon.

On Tuesdays, her mother would only be out in the morning and at home for the rest of the day. Her father continued with his Monday schedule.

The same went for Wednesday.

On Thursdays, her mother would only be out in the afternoon, but would be home in the morning. Her father would have the same schedule as on Monday.

On Fridays, the day would resemble Monday. Both parents would be out from morning until early afternoon. This was their favorite day of the week, as it gave them the most time together. Monday was the beginning of the week so they weren’t as excited as on Friday.

Saturday was a bit trickier. Their mother would be home all day, but sometime their father would be out from morning until late afternoon. They had to be more careful on this day, but they still managed to find moments to be alone, often sneaking off to Edgar’s room when their mother was engrossed in her favorite TV shows.

Sunday was the only day they didn’t have a set schedule for their parents. Sometimes they would be out all day, other times they would be home all day.

But they had a system, a way of communicating without words, a silent language that only they understood. A look, a touch, a subtle nod, and they knew what the other was thinking, what the other needed.

Lorina would often find herself stealing glances at Edgar during the day, her heart fluttering when their eyes met. She would feel a rush of desire, a heat that would spread through her body, making her ache for him. She would imagine him touching her, his hands on her breasts, his mouth on her neck. She would imagine him inside her, his body moving against hers, his breath hot on her skin.

Every fifth of the month their parents left the house to go shopping. This was perfect for both of them, they usually liked to fuck all day, especially when they were on a day off from school. They would wake up early, make breakfast together, and then spend the rest of the day exploring each other’s bodies. They would take breaks to eat lunch, watch a movie, or just lie in bed and talk about their day. But mostly, they would be lost in each other, their bodies entwined, their hearts beating as one.

Lorina loved to see her little brother sucking her tits, and she loved to suck her little brother’s little cock. She loved to see him squirm and writhe under her touch, his body tensing and relaxing with each stroke of her tongue. She loved the way he tasted, the way he smelled, the way he felt in her mouth.

Edgar loved to see his sister’s big tits bouncing as she rode him, her long blonde hair cascading down her back. He loved the way she moaned, the way she gasped, the way she bit her lip as she came undone on top of him. He loved the way she felt, the way she moved, the way she took control.

He loved the way she looked at him, her eyes filled with a mix of desire and dominance. He loved the way she touched him, her hands exploring every inch of his body, her fingers tracing patterns on his skin.

But as much as he loved it, he also felt a sense of unease. He was still young, still naive in many ways, and this relationship with Lorina was pushing him out of his comfort zone. He was learning new things, experiencing new feelings, and it was both exhilarating and terrifying.

He often found himself wondering if this was normal, if other brothers and sisters felt this way about each other. But he knew, deep down, that this was different. This was taboo.

Yet, despite the constant whisper of doubt in the back of his mind, he couldn’t deny the way his body responded to Lorina. He couldn’t deny the way his heart raced when she was near, the way his breath hitched when she touched him. He was addicted to her, to the way she made him feel, to the way she saw him.

No room in the house was safe from their games, no corner was left unexplored. They had even started to experiment with new things, pushing the boundaries of their desire. Whether it’s the living room, the hallway, the kitchen, the balcony, the backyard or the bathroom. Everything was in danger of being targeted by them.

The only place they hadn’t ventured into yet was their parents’ bedroom. It was a line they had both agreed not to cross, a boundary they were determined to respect. At least for now.

The thought of their parents’ bedroom was a constant reminder of the reality they were living in, a reality that was both exhilarating and terrifying. They were playing with fire, and they knew it. But they couldn’t help themselves. They were drawn to each other like moths to a flame, unable to resist the pull of their forbidden love.

9 months have passed since the night Lorina slept in Edgar’s room. With him completely drowned in her breasts and her hand soiled with his seed.

It was a Friday, the day they liked best. Their parents had left early in the morning, leaving them with the entire house to themselves.

Lorina woke up to the sound of Edgar’s soft snores, his head still resting on her stomach. She smiled down at him, her heart filled with a warmth that had nothing to do with the sun streaming through the window.

She gently traced patterns on his back, her fingers lingering on the scars that marred his skin. They were a reminder of a past she knew nothing about, a past he refused to talk about. But she didn’t mind. She loved every inch of him, scars and all.

Edgar stirred awake, his eyes fluttering open to meet hers. He smiled, his face still soft with sleep.

“Morning, sis,” he murmured, his voice hoarse from the night’s activities.

Lorina chuckled, her fingers still tracing the lines of his back. “Good morning, little brother,” she replied, her voice laced with a playful tease.

Edgar rolled off her, his body landing with a soft thud on the mattress. He stretched, his muscles flexing as he yawned. “I think I’m going to need a shower,” he said, his eyes flicking to the mess they had made of the sheets.

Lorina nodded, her eyes following his gaze. “Yeah, me too. I think we might need a whole new set of sheets,” Lorina laughed, her eyes sparkling with amusement.

Edgar grinned, his dark eyes crinkling at the corners. “Well, we can’t have our parents finding out about us, can we?” he said, his voice taking on a serious tone.

Lorina’s smile faded slightly, her eyes softening as she looked at him. “No, we can’t” she agreed, her voice barely above a whisper.

She knew the risks they were taking, the potential consequences if they were caught. But she also knew that she couldn’t turn back now. She was in too deep, her heart and her body entwined with Edgar’s in a way that she couldn’t imagine ever untangling.

Edgar went to take a shower and Lorina came in just after he had finished. The whole day was theirs from then on. But first they both decided to set new standards for what they were experiencing.

They were both on the balcony just looking at the sun and the neighborhood when all the talk started.

Lorina was leaning on the railing, her long blonde hair cascading down her back, her big breasts barely contained by her thin t-shirt. Edgar was sitting on the floor, his back against the wall, his dark eyes watching her.

Lorina caught him staring and smirked. “What are you thinking about, little brother?” she asked, her voice playful.

Edgar blushed slightly, his eyes flicking away from her. “Nothing,” he muttered, his voice barely audible.

Lorina raised an eyebrow, her smirk growing wider. “Nothing, huh? You sure about that?” she teased, her voice laced with a hint of challenge.

Edgar looked back at her, his eyes meeting hers for a moment before flicking away again. “I was just thinking ... about last night,” he admitted, his voice soft.

Lorina’s smirk faded, replaced by a soft smile.

She walked over to Edgar, her hips swaying slightly with each step. She sat down next to him, their shoulders touching.

“Me too,” she said softly, her voice barely above a whisper. “I can’t stop thinking about it.”

“But you’re probably thinking differently, but not the way I am.” He said, his eyes meeting hers, a hint of mischief in them.

Lorina chuckled, her fingers playing with the hem of her t-shirt. “Oh, really? And what exactly am I thinking?”

Edgar leaned in, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “You’re thinking about how much you want to do it again. How much you want to feel me inside you again.”

Lorina’s breath hitched, her heart pounding in her chest. She knew he was right. She couldn’t stop thinking about it, about the way he had felt inside her, about the way he had made her feel.

She looked at him, her eyes filled with a mix of desire and vulnerability.

“And what about you?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. “What are you thinking about?”

“Are we ... are we dating?” Edgar asked, his voice hesitant, as if he was afraid of the answer.

Lorina looked at him, taken aback by the question. She had never really thought about it in those terms.

“We’re not exactly dating...” she said slowly, choosing her words carefully. “We’re ... exploring something. Something special.”

Edgar’s expression darkened, his eyes flicking away from hers. “I know.” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. “I know it’s complicated. But I can’t help how I feel, Lorina. I can’t help that I ... I care about you.”

Lorina’s heart skipped a beat, her breath catching in her throat. She had never heard him say those words before, had never heard him admit that he cared about her. She felt a warmth spread through her chest, a feeling of love and longing that was both exhilarating and terrifying.

She knew that she cared about him too, that she had feelings for him that went beyond just physical attraction. But she was afraid to admit it, afraid to put a name to those feelings.

“Edgar,” she started, her voice soft and hesitant. “I ... I care about you too. But I don’t know what this means.”

He looked at her, his dark eyes filled with a mix of vulnerability and determination. “I don’t know either,” he admitted

“But you’re jealous of me, right? I mean, I remember the time you got angry because you saw me with a girl” He continued.

Lorina laughed, her eyes sparkling with amusement. “Yes, I was jealous ... jealous of my little boy.” She chuckled, her fingers still playing with the hem of her t-shirt.

Edgar looked at her, his eyes filled with a mix of surprise and understanding. “I get it,” he said, his voice soft. “I feel the same way. I don’t want to share you with anyone else either.”

Lorina’s heart fluttered at his words, a warmth spreading through her chest. She reached out, her hand cupping his cheek, her thumb brushing against his skin. “You’re not just my little brother anymore, are you?”