EVELYN

My stolen pleasures continued night after night, each one more enjoyable than the last. His room had become my sanctuary in the dead of night, a place where I surrendered to desires too intense to ignore. The quiet hum of the dark hours felt like a veil, shrouding my forbidden acts in secrecy.

Many nights, I let him release in his sleep, his unconscious body responding to my careful, and sweet touch. Most times, I guided him deep inside me, savoring every moment as I moved against him, always careful to take my birth control afterward to keep the consequences of my desires in check.

But on nights when I craved the last longing taste of him, the urge of having him on my tongue all through the day couldn't be restricted, I’d let him spill into my mouth instead. I’d savor every drop, swallowing it like a secret I never intended to share, the warmth and intimacy of it leaving me trembling with satisfaction. Those moments felt both sinful and sacred, a craving I couldn’t deny, nor did I ever want to.

I slipped quietly out of my room, the soft material of my short, flared nightgown brushing against my bare skin. It barely even covered me, the hem landing right above the curve of my ass as I moved, leaving nothing beneath but the promise of my intentions. My heart raced as I approached his door, the thrill of what I was about to do sent a shiver down my spine.

With careful hands, I gently pushed his door open, the small creak of the hinges barely audible in the stillness of the night. The soft glow of moonlight spilled into the room, guiding my steps as I tiptoed inside. I turned and slowly tipped the door closed behind me, taking extra care not to make a sound. The quiet click of the door made my pulse quicken, sealing me inside with him, the room filled with anticipation as I stood there, watching him sleep.

I know what you’re thinking right now. The answer is yes, he has a habit of forgetting to lock his door. Mom and Dad have talked severally, but he changed a bit and went back to his old self. I've been walking naked on him severally since we were little but I had no sensual motive for him. Trust me, if it was now, my pussy would’ve been throbbing any moment I see him naked.

All my missions had always been successful, each one executed with precision and care. But tonight, as the weight of my decisions pressed against my chest, I couldn’t help but wonder if I should’ve stayed back in my room. Maybe, just maybe, this was the night I should’ve ignored the call to action, let the silence of my space wrap around me, and avoided stepping into the unknown.

As I pulled his waistband lower and brought out his cock. I kissed his cock before swirling my tongue around his dick cap and let his cock travel deep down in my throat.

A few minutes into the intimate moment, the unthinkable happened. As his eyes slowly opened, I froze, his gaze locking onto me while his cock was still in my mouth. A wave of panic and humiliation washed over me, crashing into my chest like a tidal wave. My heart pounded as the greatest embarrassment of my life took hold, leaving me utterly exposed and at a loss for what to do next.

Without a second thought, I sprang off him in a panic, stumbling as I hit the floor with a dull thud, pain shooting through my knees. My breath hitched, my chest tightening with dread.

“What the hell are you doing?” he demanded, his voice sharp and laced with confusion, maybe even anger, as his eyes darted between me and the situation he’d just woken up to.

I didn’t say a word. I sat there, avoiding his gaze, hoping and praying that he’d chalk it up to some bizarre, vivid dream. After all, some dreams feel so real, don’t they? Maybe, just maybe, he’d convince himself this was one of them.

He switched on his bedside lamp and suddenly, his cold hand gripped my neck, tightly and unrelenting, sending me close to choking to death. His cock was still out, a quick reminder of the situation I had hoped to escape.

“I’m talking to you, Evie,” he growled, his voice low and menacing. His teeth clenched so tightly as he spoke and I swear, I half-expected them to crack under the pressure. The tension in the room was suffocating, and I could feel the weight of his frustration pressing down on my neck.

But, instead of fear gripping my soul as he strangled me tightly, it left me wanting more and my pussy continued to squirm. Can't he just skip the part of this questioning and go straight to punishing me? The punishment that would be my best. My head was screaming, fucking turn me over on the ground and put your cock in me. At least, finish what I started on my behalf, big brother.

“Look at me,” he said firmly, tilting my chin upward with his hand. His gaze locked on mine, unyielding and intense. What did I see in his eyes? It wasn’t just one thing, there was a depth, a pull, something magnetic that made it hard to breathe. But if I was being honest with myself, all I could focus on was the aching desire burning through me. The only tangible thing I saw was someone I badly wanted. Everything about him radiated a kind of heat I couldn’t ignore, and all I could think about was how much I wanted to close the space between us and make use of it in the most intimate way possible and let him fuck me right now.

“How long has this been going on?” he asked, his voice low and measured, but it felt like a demand I couldn’t escape.

I couldn’t bring myself to answer, my throat tightening with a mix of shame and raw need for sexual escapade. My cheeks burned with embarrassment, but that didn’t drown out the truth my body screamed. Deep down, the hunger for his touch only grew louder, consuming me completely. I felt the anxiety coiled tighter like my body had been waiting for this moment far longer than I was willing to admit.

“Don’t fucking play with me, Evie,” he growled, his voice low and dangerously steady, sending a ripple of tension through the air.

My hand met his cold and firm grip around my neck, and the chill of his touch discerned sharply with the heat rising in my chest. I swallowed hard, clearing my throat in a desperate attempt to steady myself, though it felt like every breath was caught, trapped somewhere between my pounding heart and the knot tightening in my stomach.

“It only just started… some minutes ago,” I managed to say, my voice barely above a whisper, each word trembling as I forced them out. But no matter how hard I tried to collect myself, my gaze betrayed me. My eyes flicked downward, fixed unapologetically on his cock, as if drawn there by an invisible force I couldn’t resist.

“Shut the fuck up, you liar,” he snapped, his voice rough and cutting through the air just before he slammed my face into the bed.

The impact was swift, the mattress smelled like him and was firm against my skin, and for a moment, my vision blurred as stars danced behind my eyes. My breath hitched, caught between shock and something else I couldn’t quite name. I knew he wasn’t joking, there was nothing playful in his tone, nothing light in the way his grip pressed me down further.

And yet, even in the harshness of the moment, a part of me doubted he’d truly hurt me, but I clung to the faint belief that this was a line he wouldn’t cross after promising never to lay his hand on me. Still, my pulse raced as I waited for whatever came next.

“You pushed me away, acted like you didn’t want me, only to sneak into my room with my cock in your mouth,” he said, his voice laced with accusation as his fingers tangled in my hair, tugging just enough to make me meet his gaze.

“What the fuck are you driving at? Huh? Tell me, little sister,” he demanded, his tone sharp, his words cutting straight through me like he already knew the answer but wanted me to admit it out loud.

Tears prickled at the corners of my eyes as my chest tightened under the weight of everything I’d kept buried for far too long. “I never realized how much I needed you until you were gone,” I began, my voice trembling. “And it only got worse when you started being with Kate. I’m jealous, Dave. I’ve been jealous this whole time.” My words spilled out in a shaky rush, my emotions clawing their way to the surface. “Just tell me the truth, tell me you’re only doing this to get back at me. Because I need you, Dave. I need you every single night to keep me warm, and I don’t know how to keep pretending like I don’t.”

“You’re funny, sister. Getting back to you? Kate is my girl,” he said, his tone calm but cutting, like the words were meant to put me in my place.

God, I know what I’m about to do is unforgivable. Yes, call me selfish, crucify me if you want. But if you were in my shoes, if you’d felt this kind of pleasure, this consuming, mind-blowing, perfect sex that feels like heaven on earth you’d understand why I can’t just walk away from my brother. It’s wrong. So, so wrong. But letting him go felt impossible, like tearing away a part of myself because I wanted to do what was right. Never, I come first always.

And standing there, my resolve crumbled, all I could think about was how much I wanted him. My hands itched to trace the ridges of his abs, to worship every dip of him like he was some divine offering sent just for me alone.

“Please, stay with me,” I whispered desperately, dropping to my knees and clutching his ankle as though holding him there could change the inevitable.

“Stay with you?” he sneered, staring down at me like I was something he didn’t know what to do with. “What about your nerdy husband-to-be?” The words dripped with disdain, his eyes narrowing like I was nothing more than a mistake he regretted touching.

At that moment, I hated myself more than ever. Hated the choices I’d made, hated the mess I’d become, but most of all, hated how much I still wanted him despite it all.

“I love it rough, just like you do it to me,” I began, my voice low and laced with a raw honesty I couldn’t hold back. “I love it when you don’t bother to take my panties off but you rip them instead like you can’t wait another second. I love it when you spank me so hard my skin turns red, the sting remaining in the best way. And the way you strangle me just, like you’re doing right now… I love that, too. I love everything you do for me. And you’re my big brother, you'll take care of me better than anyone else.”

I paused, letting the weight of my words hang for a moment, then leaned in closer, my breath unsteady but filled with longing. “I want more. I want to explore every sex style in the world with you. All of it. And you know what? Let’s go even further than that. Let’s create our own styles, just you and me, something no one else could even imagine.”

“You slut,” he hissed, his words sounded like several slaps on my cheek. “I watched you kiss him. And now you’re here, trying without zero effort to sweet-talk me, because you know I love you. You know I’m obsessed with you, obsessed with every part of you, especially your fucking hole.”

His voice cracked, and then he lost it. “Fuck it!” he screamed, the sound echoing so loud it could’ve woken the dead or at least my dad. My heart raced as I glanced around the room, half-expecting to see my father storming in, ready to tear him off me. But no one came. The house was silent. He must’ve been too deep in his sleep.

“I didn’t step in because I didn’t want to interfere,” he said, softer now, his tone shifting. “But trust me, it fucking killed me to stand there and watch another guy kiss you.” There was pain in his voice, real pain, and it made my chest tighten. But instead of feeling relieved, I just felt worse—so much worse.

“But I saw you walk into the room with Kate,” I shot back, the words tumbling out before I could stop myself.

His expression hardened. “Yeah, I did. And so what?” His voice grew sharper, dripping with sarcasm. “Maybe if you hadn’t pushed me away, I wouldn’t have been with her. But you did, didn’t you? And you know what? Thank you for that little sister. She’s incredible, Evie. Really, she’s a great catch.”

I swallowed hard, his words cutting deep, every syllable designed to make me feel the jealousy he thought I deserved. “I’m so sorry,” I whispered, my voice cracking. “I’m sorry for everything I did to you. But please… I want you back. I miss you. I miss us.”

His eyes darkened, his jaw clenched. For a moment, I thought I saw something soften in him, but it vanished as quickly as it appeared. “Now get out of my room,” he barked, his voice cold and unrelenting.

I froze, unable to move, unable to believe this was happening. But the finality in his tone left no room for argument. Slowly, I turned and walked back to my room, my vision blurred by the tears streaming down my face.

As I closed the door behind me, the weight of it all hit me like a freight train. This was an end to everything we were, and everything I’d held onto. It felt like saying goodbye not just to him, but to the intimacy, the passion, the nights that had once been ours.

I was kissing my midnight pleasures goodbye and it shattered me in ways I didn’t think possible.