Loving Siblings
Copyright© 2026 by Thomas Spencer
Chapter 2
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 2 - Jake couldn't help but notice how his sister had grown up, her body blossoming into a work of art. Her breasts were full and perky, her waist narrow, and her hips wide, begging to be gripped as he thrust into her from behind. He'd often catch himself staring at her, his cock hardening as he imagined what she'd feel like wrapped around him, squeezing him tight as he made her come again and again. Jenna was feeling it too, the constant ache between her legs that only seemed to grow worse whenever
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The days following their illicit encounter were tense and awkward, with Jenna and Jake avoiding each other as much as possible. They could hardly look each other in the eye, let alone speak of what had happened between them.
But even as they tried to ignore the elephant in the room, the sexual tension between them continued to grow. It was like a living thing, a tangible force that crackled in the air around them every time they were in the same room together.
Jenna found herself sneaking glances at Jake when she thought he wasn’t looking, her eyes tracing the lines of his body and remembering the way it had felt to have him inside her. She could still feel the ghost of his touch on her skin, could still hear the sound of his voice as he’d told her to come for him.
It was driving her crazy, this constant ache of desire that consumed her every thought. She knew it was wrong, knew that what they’d done was taboo and forbidden. But she couldn’t seem to help herself, couldn’t seem to stop wanting him with every fiber of her being.
Jake was feeling the same way, though he tried his best to hide it. He found himself hard and aching every time he saw Jenna, his mind filled with images of her naked body writhing beneath him. He knew he should feel guilty, should feel ashamed for what they’d done. But all he could think about was how good it had felt, how right it had seemed in the moment.
One evening, a week after their first encounter, they found themselves alone in the house once again. Their parents were out for the night, and the silence seemed to press down on them, heavy and oppressive.
Jenna was curled up on the couch, her eyes glued to the television screen as she tried to distract herself with a movie. Jake had been in his room, playing video games and trying to keep his mind occupied. But he couldn’t seem to focus, couldn’t seem to stop thinking about Jenna and the way she’d felt beneath him.
Unable to resist any longer, he got up from his bed and made his way downstairs, his heart pounding in his chest as he approached the living room. He paused in the doorway, his eyes drinking in the sight of Jenna’s curvy figure sprawled out on the couch.
She looked up as he entered, her eyes widening slightly as she took in his appearance. He was shirtless, his chest bare and his sweatpants riding low on his hips. Jenna’s tongue darted out to wet her lips, and Jake felt his cock twitch in response.
“Jake,” she breathed, her voice husky with desire. “What are you doing down here?”