Sisterly Love
Delilah Cole
Sisterly Love
Delilah Cole
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Delilah Cole
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Contents
Introduction
I’ve written over 100 taboo forbidden erotic short stories, diving into the naughty fantasies people think about but rarely dare to share. I love pushing boundaries and giving life to those secret desires we all keep hidden.
I’m great with faces but terrible with names—unless you’re a dog. I might forget a person’s name five seconds after meeting them, but I’ll remember a dog’s name from 30 years ago.
Welcome to the naughty side. Sit back, relax, and enjoy!
minute?" Reagan poked her head through the crack in my bedroom door, her eyes sparkling with a hint of mischief.
I set down my gaming controller, swiveling in my chair to face her. "What's up, sis?"
Her cheeks flushed a light shade of pink, and she twirled a strand of her blonde hair around her finger. "It's kind of weird to ask, but... I've got a favor to ask." She took a deep breath, her chest rising and falling with the effort to get the words out.
I leaned back in my chair, crossing my arms. "Shoot."
Reagan stepped into the room, closing the door behind her with a click. She was wearing a tight t-shirt and shorts that barely contained her ample curves. "So, I've been doing some... research," she began, her voice barely above a whisper. "And I was wondering if you could help me out with something."
My heart skipped a beat. I had an idea where this was heading, but I played dumb. "What kind of help?"
Reagan's eyes searched mine, looking for any sign of disapproval. Finding none, she took a step closer. "You know how I've never... done it before?"
I nodded, swallowing hard. "Yeah."
"Well, I want to... practice," she murmured, her eyes dropping to the floor. "And I don't have anyone else to ask."
My mind raced, trying to process what she was saying. Practice? With me? My cock twitched in my pants at the mere thought of it. But she's my sister. This is wrong. But she's also the girl I've secretly fantasized about since her boobs popped out in the eighth grade. Fuck, this is so wrong. But she's asking for my help. And she's so fucking hot.
"Practice?" I managed to croak out, trying to keep my voice steady.
Reagan nodded, her cheeks now a deep crimson. "Yeah," she said, her gaze flicking back up to meet mine. "I know it's weird, but I trust you, Jake. You're the only one I can talk to about this."
I gulped, my throat suddenly dry. "What do you want me to do?"
Reagan took another step closer, her hand reaching out to touch my forearm gently. "I just want you to show me," she said, her voice barely audible. "I need to know what it feels like before I do it with someone else."
My heart hammered in my chest, and I could feel the blood rushing to my cock, which was now painfully erect. She wants me to show her? This can't be happening. But here she is, looking at me with those big, innocent eyes, and I'm the only one she trusts. How could I say no to her?