Chapter 8: Sleeping Mira And—The Guideline Issues

Mira’s knuckles turned white as she tore at the sheets, her tears streaking down her cheeks. Mike groaned above her, his body working furiously.

“Aaagh—Mike, I—” Her cry was cut short as he thrust harder, driving the breath from her lungs.

“I’m ... I’m too—” he groaned, voice raw with strain.

Hours had already slipped by since they had begun. Mike’s long-simmering frustration was breaking down against the relentless pressure of release rising from deep inside him. Mira’s sobs broke into louder cries as his thrusts grew rougher, his body slamming harder each time, the sharp rhythm of their bodies clapping echoing louder the closer he came.

Schrrk— The bed sheet tore wider under Mira’s fists, her fingers clawing in desperation.

Mike grunted, yanking roughly at her breasts, his breath ragged.”I—I’m already there, Mira,” he groaned, voice strained.

“Aaagh!” Mira gasped, her voice cracking. “Inside—”She couldn’t finish, but Mike didn’t need her to. Her body told him everything—need, surrender, urgency.

“Inside, Mike—do it inside!” she cried, voice shaking with desire and demand.

“Ugh—”Mike clenched his jaw, struggling to hold on. As long as I could ... First time ... The thoughts barely held shape in his mind. His body moved on instinct—thrusting harder, faster, each movement a release of years’ worth of frustration and hunger.

Mira’s voice rose with every slap of their bodies—her cries sharpening, louder, breathless—matching the growing ferocity of his thrusts.

By now, her pussy had been hammered so thoroughly, it molded to his cock before he even fully entered. She could feel every motion—every stretch—enough to sense it, even control it to some degree.

“Inside—” she groaned, barely able to hold herself together.

“I will—” Mike grunted, each thrust coming faster, harder.

Mira felt it building inside her—the swelling pressure of his nearing release, mirrored by the unbearable ache inside her own body. Every thrust pushed her closer to the edge of blackout, her vision swimming. She was about to pass out...

But she made her decision.

After all these years of restraint ... of pretending not to notice what she felt of him ... this first time—pressuring her own step-nephew—it would have to be fine.

Just this once.

The dam inside her was breaking, trembling under the weight of pleasure and the guilt she’d long buried. Her legs trembled. Her arms had long given out. Her senses blurred, her mind fighting to stay awake—for one reason.