Eleanor’s knees trembled as she complied with his demand. She fell onto the bed as she spread her legs and lifted her nightgown to expose her wet pussy.
Julian stepped closer as his cock nudged against her soaked pussy. She felt the head of his cock push against her entrance.
The taboo of their union only served to intensify her arousal. The thought of their parents just down the hall, completely unaware of their children’s activities, sent a delicious thrill through her body.
With one firm thrust, he pushed inside her, filling her completely. A moan escaped her as she felt herself stretch to accommodate his size.
Julian’s eyes never left hers, watching the play of emotions that danced on her face. She felt a brief moment of pain, but it was quickly replaced by a deep pleasure as he began to move.
“You’re so big,” Eleanor moaned, her voice a breathless whisper as she felt him fill her up.
Julian’s hips rocked slowly at first, giving her time to adjust to his thickness. Each movement sent waves of sensation crashing through her body, her inner walls clenching around him as if trying to hold him in place.
He soon increased his pace, his hips moving faster and harder against her. Each thrust brought a new wave of pleasure for both of them. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the quiet room.
“Your pussy is so tight, sister,” Julian murmured, his eyes hooded with passion as he watched himself disappear inside her.
Eleanor felt a thrill at his words, a mix of pleasure and pride. Her body responded eagerly to his praise as her pussy tightened around him with each stroke.
The feeling of being so completely filled by him, was almost too much to handle and Julian’s words were like a drug, pushing her closer and closer to the edge.
Julian lifted her legs and hooked them over his shoulders. The new position allowed him to thrust even deeper into her, and she couldn’t help but let out a sharp cry of pleasure.
Her nails dug into the soft mattress of her bed as she struggled to hold on.
“Ahh, yess,” she panted, her voice breathless and desperate. “You fuck so good, brother.”
Julian’s eyes narrowed with pleasure at her words and his strokes grew even more intense. He knew exactly how to make her scream, how to make her body sing with need.
He leaned down capturing one of her breasts in his mouth. Eleanor’s back arched off the bed, her eyes rolling back in her head as he sucked and bit her nipples. His hand found her other nipple, twisting and pulling it in same rhythm with his mouth.
The pleasure was almost too much to bear, and she felt her orgasm building like a storm.
Julian’s thrusts grew more demanding as his cock slammed into her with an intensity that made her toes curl.
Then suddenly, Julian whispered “I want you to bear my children, sister.”
Eleanor’s eyes shot open at the sudden revelation, staring into his as she felt his cock swell even more inside her. The idea was shocking, but in the act of passion, she found it weirdly appealing.
Julian’s movements grew more urgent, his cock swelling even more as he imagined filling her with his seed. The thought of her swollen belly, her breasts heavy with milk, made him want her even more.
He could see the internal struggle on her face, the conflict between the love and the horror of what he had said.
Eleanor’s breath hitched, her body trembling as she tried to process his words. The idea was shocking, a line she had never dared to even imagine.
Yet, as she felt him pound into her, her pussy tightening around him, she couldn’t help but feel a strange sense of belonging.
Julian’s words had pierced through the fog of pleasure, and she felt a overwhelming need to satisfy him, to give him what he wanted.
Her eyes searched his, for a hint of a joke in his gaze, but all she found was raw desire.
“Julian,” she panted, her voice filled with uncertainty. “We can’t do that. It’s not right.”
Julian paused for a moment. “Why not?” said. “It’s just the two of us, Eleanor. Who is to say what’s right or wrong?”
Eleanor’s mind raced with the implications of his words. The idea was so foreign, so wrong on every level. The thought of bearing her brother’s child was overwhelming, a taboo she wasn’t sure she could ever come to terms with.
Julian took advantage of her momentary silence, his hips moving faster and harder. His cock stretched her pussy to its limits, each stroke sending waves of pleasure that seemed to wash away her doubts.
Her eyes snapped shut, and she threw her head back, the words escaping her lips in a desperate cry.
“We have already crossed the line, Julian!” she shouted, her voice filled with lust and a hint of madness. “We are already fucking, so what’s one more. Just fill me with your seed, make me pregnant with your child!”
Julian’s grin grew as he began to fuck her with a newfound vigor, his hips moving like a piston as he drove his cock deep into her pussy.
Each thrust was filled with pure animalistic need, his entire being focused on one goal, to claim her as his own, impregnate her with his seed.
Eleanor’s moans grew louder and she could feel him stretching her, filling her so completely that she was certain she would burst. Yet, instead of fear, she felt only a burning desire for more.
Julian had become a different creature, his movements no longer those of a loving brother but of a dominant male claiming his mate.
“Ah, Julian,” she moaned, her voice filled with need. “Do you want to make me pregnant that badly?” she teased, her own desires spinning out of control.
Julian’s eyes flared with passion, his movements becoming even more erratic. He didn’t answer, but his actions spoke louder than words.
