The heat clung to everything, thick and suffocating. Crickets hummed their nighttime chorus outside the open window, the scent of honeysuckle drifting in on the slow, warm breeze. It was the kind of summer night that felt endless—heavy with something unspoken, something waiting to happen.

Evangeline lay on her side in bed, staring at the slats of moonlight stretching across the floor. She could hear him breathing in the dark. Alec’s room was just across the hall, but that never stopped him.

She knew the sound of his footsteps by heart, soft and deliberate against the old wooden floor. She felt it when he stopped just outside her door, lingering. Her heart stuttered.

She should tell him to go back to his room.

She didn’t.

The door creaked as it opened. Alec didn’t ask permission—he never did. He just stepped inside, moving through the dark like a shadow, closing the door behind him.

Evangeline didn’t move as the mattress dipped under his weight. She could feel the heat of him, the warmth of his skin even in the cool slip of night air.

“Couldn’t sleep?” she whispered.

“Didn’t want to.” His voice was low, threaded with something dangerous.

She turned her head, finally looking at him. The glow from the window carved sharp angles into his face, making him look older than eighteen, more like the man he was becoming. His dark hair was tousled, a mess from restless hands. His jaw was tight.

She knew that look.

“What are you doing, Alec?” she asked, though she wasn’t sure she wanted the answer.

He reached out, fingers tracing the bare skin of her arm, slow and deliberate. Her pulse jumped.

“You already know.”

She swallowed hard, her breath coming quicker. She should say something to stop this. They weren’t kids anymore, and the way he looked at her now wasn’t the way a brother should look at his sister.

But God, she didn’t want him to stop.

The air between them was thick, charged. His hand slid up, fingers grazing her collarbone, then her throat. He curled his fingers there, not squeezing, just holding.

Her body betrayed her. She leaned into it, into him.

“This is wrong,” she whispered.

Alec’s lips curved into a slow, wicked smile. “Then why does it feel so right?”

The last thread of restraint between them snapped.

And there was no going back.

Alec leaned closer, the scent of him—sandalwood and sweat—enveloping her. He whispered against her ear, "I need you, Evie. More than I know how to put into words." His words sent a shiver down her spine, the weight of them heavy with desire and something else—desperation.

Evangeline's thoughts raced back to all the nights they'd spent together, their bodies entwined, sharing the warmth and comfort of sibling love. But now, that love was unfurling into something unfamiliar, something that made her pulse pound in her ears and her skin feel too tight.

People had always whispered about their closeness, about the way Alec would watch her with an intensity that made others uncomfortable. She had dismissed it as brotherly concern, but now she wondered if it had been more than that all along. If their bond had been a slow burn, simmering under the surface of their everyday lives, waiting for the right moment to ignite.

Their parents had been so consumed by their careers that the siblings had become a world unto themselves. Their mother, a tireless surgeon, and their father, a sharp-witted lawyer, had always been there physically, but emotionally, they were often too exhausted to offer the guidance and boundaries that children needed. It was Alec who had stayed home to take care of her when she was too sick to go to school, Alec who had held her hand during their grandpa’s funeral, Alec who had whispered comfort to her on nights when the shadows grew too large.

Now, with his hand on her throat, his breath hot against her skin, Alec leaned in and kissed her. It was the first time their lips had met in anything but a chaste, familial brush, and the sensation was electric. The kiss was gentle at first, almost tentative as if he were asking permission with his lips. But the moment she responded, her mouth opening to his, his kiss grew bolder. He tasted like mint and the sweetness of the candy he’d had before bed.

Evangeline’s hand reached out her fingers skirting under his white tee, finding the bare skin of his back, her nails digging into the taut muscles. The fabric of his shirt was rough under her fingertips, and she felt his body react to her touch. Alec’s hand slid up to cradle her face, his thumb tracing the line of her jaw as his tongue slipped into her mouth. It was a dance they had never learned, a rhythm that was at once unfamiliar and intoxicating.

Her heart was racing now, a drumbeat echoing in her chest. She could feel the heat from his body, his hard cock pressing against her thigh, and she knew that she was about to cross a line that could never be uncrossed. But she didn’t push him away. Instead, she leaned further into the kiss, her body responding to his touch with a fiery intensity that she had never felt before.

He slid his hand down her body, his palm cupping her breast through the thin fabric of her nightgown. She gasped, arching her back, and Alec took it as an invitation. His thumb brushed her nipple, and she felt it pebble under his touch, her body begging for more. The wrongness of it all made it feel even more exhilarating.

Evangeline’s hand found the hem of his shirt, pulling it up over his head, revealing the lean, muscular body she had glimpsed so many times but never truly touched. The sight of him in the moonlight was breathtaking. Her eyes roved over his chest and abs, tracing the contours of his muscles, and the dusting of dark hair that led down to the waistband of his shorts.

Her own nightgown was next. Alec’s eyes darkened as it slid up her thighs, exposing her to the cool night air. She felt the heat of his gaze like a brand, setting her skin alight. The fabric caught on her nipples, and she whimpered.

He kissed her again, deep and slow, his hand moving to cover her bare breast. His thumb flicked over her hardened peak, sending a jolt of pleasure through her. His touch was gentle, and soothing, as if he could feel her racing heart and wanted to calm her. He knew her fears, knew her hesitations, and yet he was here, his body speaking a language that promised protection and comfort.

"It's okay," Alec murmured, his voice a velvet rumble against her ear. "You're safe with me, Evie. You've always been safe with me." His hand continued to play with her nipple, his touch a sweet torment that made her want to both push him away and pull him closer.

Evangeline closed her eyes, savoring the sensations, her body thrumming with a need she hadn't realized existed until now. She felt his hand drift down her stomach, his fingers dancing over her hip bone before sliding under the elastic of her panties. He was so close to her pussy, so close to the part of her that was aching for him. Throbbing, achy, and wet.

When his fingers found her wetness, she couldn't help but let out a soft moan. Alec’s touch was featherlight at first, exploring, testing. She bit her lip, trying to keep her body from responding too obviously, but it was a lost cause. His touch grew bolder, stroking her folds, and she arched her back, pressing into his hand.

He pulled away just enough to whisper, "You're so beautiful, Evie." The words were a benediction in the quiet night, a declaration that sent warmth spreading through her like a fine wine. She had never felt more seen, more desired. Alec’s eyes searched hers, looking for rejection, but all he found was a mirror of his own need.

He slipped a finger into her pussy, his gaze never leaving hers. "You're so wet for me." The awe in his voice was clear, and it was like he was discovering something sacred, something only meant for him. His eyes darkened as he began to move, his strokes slow and deliberate, as if he were memorizing every inch of her.

Evangeline had never been touched like this before. Her only experiences were the tentative explorations of her own body in the quiet of her room, never knowing what it felt like to have someone else's touch bring her to the brink of pleasure. Now, with Alec's finger inside her, she realized just how much she had been craving this, craving him. Her walls clenched around him, and she felt a pressure building deep within her, something she had only read about in the books she kept hidden under her mattress.

His thumb found her clit, and she gasped at the sensation. It was like he knew her body better than she did. His touch was precise, sending waves of pleasure crashing over her. Her hips began to move in time with his hand, silently asking for more, demanding it even though she didn't know how to voice it.

He added another finger, stretching her, filling her. She moaned his name, the sound slipping from her lips unbidden, a confession in the dark. Alec’s eyes closed, his breathing shallow. He watched her face, the play of emotions—pleasure, confusion, and something else he couldn’t quite read.

Her hand reached down and found the bulge in his shorts, and he groaned. She had never touched him there before, had never allowed herself to think about it.  But now, with him sliding his thick fingers in and out of her wet pussy, she had to touch him, too.

Evangeline’s voice was a breathy whisper, "It feels so good, Alec." Her words were barely audible, but the admission seemed to spur him on. He kissed her harder, his thumb pressing against her clit in a way that made her toes curl.

"Do you like that?" he murmured against her skin, his own breathing ragged.

Her only answer was a series of moans that grew louder with each stroke. Alec’s hand paused, watching her face as she panted, trying to process the intensity of the sensations. He loved the little sounds she made—the soft gasps, the whimpers, the way she whispered his name like a secret. They were a symphony that played straight to his cock, making it throb with need.

He leaned in, his breath hot against her ear. “Can I taste you?”

Evangeline’s eyes went wide, and she froze for a moment. The question was like a jolt of electricity, sending a thrill through her. She knew what he meant, and had fantasized about it, but hearing him say it aloud was something else entirely.

Afraid to say the words out loud, she bit her lip and nodded. He kissed his way down her neck, his teeth grazing her skin just hard enough to leave a trail of goosebumps. His hand slid from her pussy, leaving her feeling empty for the briefest of moments before his mouth took its place.

Evangeline gasped as Alec’s tongue touched her clit, tentative at first, and then more firmly. He tasted her sweetness, a flavor that was uniquely hers. The sensation was overwhelming, and she couldn’t hold back the moan that escaped her lips as she bucked off the bed. 

He chuckled against her skin, the vibration sending shivers down her spine, "easy baby girl."

Her brother's voice was rough like gravel as he kissed her pussy lips, "I've got you," he gripped her thighs firmly as he ran his tongue from entrance to clit.

Her eyes rolled back into her head and her hand tangled in his hair, guiding him. Alec’s tongue circled her clit, then flicked it again and again. He was driving her crazy, and she could feel her orgasm approaching like a storm.

He sucked her clit into his mouth, and she cried out, the pleasure so intense it was almost painful. Her hips jerked upward, seeking more pressure, more of his mouth on her.

"Alec," she panted, her voice ragged. "Oh, God, yes."

Her nails scored his shoulders as she writhed beneath him, her body tightening with each pass of his tongue. The pressure was building, coiling tighter and tighter. She was so close.

This was nothing like how it felt when she touched herself. There was a raw, unbridled passion to his touch that she had never experienced in her quiet moments of solitude. His mouth on her was a revelation, a declaration of his desire that she could not deny. His hands held her firmly in place as he explored her with his tongue, finding every sensitive spot and exploiting it to the fullest.

Alec licked her folds with a hunger that was both shocking and exhilarating. He traced the delicate line where her thigh met her pussy, the soft, tender skin that quivered at his touch. His tongue delved into the warm, wet cavern of her, savoring her taste, memorizing her. He lapped at her clit, feeling it swell beneath his ministrations, the little pearl of pleasure that he knew could bring her to the brink.

Evangeline's breaths grew shallow as Alec's tongue danced around her clit, swirling and flicking. She could feel the wetness of her arousal coating his chin, mixing with the saliva that made his skin glisten in the moonlight. His nose nuzzled her pubic mound, breathing in her scent as he kissed and licked her in the most intimate of ways. He tasted her, savored her, explored the velvety softness of her inner lips, the slickness of her entrance.

"You taste like heaven, Evie," Alec murmured, his voice muffled against her skin. His words sent a fresh wave of heat through her, making her pussy throb. She had never heard anything more erotic than the way he talked about her most private part, reducing her to a puddle of need. He licked her with a hunger that spoke of a desire that had been building for years, a hunger that was no longer hidden. "So sweet and salty, like the sea on a hot day."

Evangeline felt her cheeks flush at his words, the intimacy of his description making her pussy clench around his fingers. He had a way of making her feel like the most precious, delicate thing in the world, yet at the same time, his touch was primal, demanding. "Alec," she whimpered, his name a prayer on her lips as his tongue delved deeper.

"You don't know how many times I've dreamed of this," he groaned as he continued to lick with his warm wet tongue. Your pussy is like a treasure map," he said, his voice thick with lust, "every fold, every taste tells a story of where I need to go to make you come." He took his time, savoring each part of her as if it were a decadent dessert. His teeth grazed her clit, making her jerk and whine. "You're so sweet, like honey, and your scent," he inhaled deeply, "it's intoxicating, it's home." He nuzzled into her. Evangeline tugged at her hair. How would they ever be the same after this?

"Alec, I think..." she gasped, her body tightening around his fingers. He already knew her so well, knew the signs that she was close. Her legs quivered.

He pulled back, looking up at her with dark eyes filled with desire. "Tell me, Evie," he whispered. "Tell me if you're going to cum for me." His voice was a command and a question all at once, demanding yet tender.

Her eyes locked onto his, the intensity of the moment stealing her breath. She felt the orgasm building, a crescendo that seemed to have been years in the making. The wrongness of it all crashed over her like a tidal wave, but she couldn't find the strength to fight it. "I am," She groaned, "I'm going to cum," she whimpered, the words barely escaping her.

Alec's eyes lit up with triumph and a dark hunger as he felt her body tighten around his fingers. He knew he had her, knew that he could make her shatter. His thumb circled her clit faster, pressing harder as he watched her face contort with the beginnings of her climax. He wanted to feel her come undone under his touch, to know that he could give her something no one else ever had.

"Are you going to cum on my fingers?" he asked, his voice a low growl that sent another jolt of pleasure through her. It was a question that seemed to echo through the room, heavy with meaning. It was a declaration of his dominance, a claiming of her body that she couldn’t deny.

Evangeline’s breath caught in her throat as she felt the orgasm building. "Yes," she whispered, her eyes fluttering shut as she gave in to the sensations. It was a simple word, but it held so much power—a confession of her desire, a surrender to the moment.

And then Alec went primal. The gentle strokes of his tongue turned to firm, almost demanding laps. He sucked on her clit, his teeth grazing the sensitive nub just enough to send bolts of pleasure through her body. His fingers curled inside her, finding that spot that made her legs tremble. It was as if he had unleashed something wild and untamed in himself, something that had been waiting, dormant, for this very moment.

Her eyes flew open, watching him between her legs, his face a picture of raw hunger. He was no longer the protective brother she knew—he was a man, a creature of desire claiming what was his. His eyes never left hers as he brought her closer and closer to the edge.

With a final, powerful flick of his tongue and a twist of his fingers, she came. Evangeline’s body arched off the bed, her back bowing in a silent scream as the pleasure overwhelmed her. Alec's name was on her lips, a litany of need and release. The sensation was unlike anything she had ever felt before, a conflagration of sensation that set her alight from the inside out.

Her pussy clenched around his fingers, her juices spilling out onto his hand and down her thighs. Alec watched her come with a mix of pride and hunger, his cock throbbing with the need to be inside her. When her orgasm had subsided, leaving her panting and trembling, he slowly pulled his fingers from her, bringing them to his mouth. He sucked them clean, savoring her taste. It was a gesture that was both intimate and claiming.

Evangeline watched him, her eyes glazed with desire. Her chest heaved, and she could feel her heart racing as she lay there, her body still humming with pleasure. She had never felt so exposed, so vulnerable. Yet, she didn’t feel violated. Alec had always been a part of her, and now, in this most intimate way, they were truly connected.

"More," she breathed, the word slipping out before she could think better of it. Alec’s eyes snapped up to hers, a question in his gaze. She didn’t know what she was asking for, only that she didn’t want this to end, didn’t want him to stop touching her. She craved more of him, more of this feeling that was both terrifying and exhilarating.

He took a moment, his chest rising and falling heavily, his eyes searching hers. Then, with a nod that seemed to confirm his own decision, he stood, his hand reaching for the waistband of his shorts. The sound of his zipper echoed through the room, and she felt a fresh rush of desire at the sight of his erection, standing tall and proud.

"Ohh…" she murmured, the word slipping from her in a breathless whisper. "You're so big."

Alec chuckled, the sound sending a shiver down her spine. "I've been waiting for you to see me like this, Evie." He took a moment to appreciate the sight of her sprawled out on the bed, her legs still shaking from her orgasm. Her cheeks were flushed, and her eyes were glazed with lust. He felt a surge of pride that he had been the one to bring her to that point.

Evangeline swallowed hard, trying to find her voice. "Alec," she whispered, the word almost a whine. "We can't." But even as she said it, she knew she didn’t mean it. Her body was still singing with pleasure, begging for more of his touch.

Alec paused, his body hovering over her. He looked at her, his expression a mix of passion and something deeper, something more intense. "Tell me to stop," he said, his voice a low rumble. "If you mean it, I'll go. But if you don't..."

Evangeline’s eyes searched his, the turmoil of emotions within her reflected in the pools of blue. This was a pivotal moment, a line in the sand. If she said the words, they could go back to being brother and sister. But if she didn’t...

Her voice was barely a whisper, "Don't stop."

With those words, Alec’s hand wrapped around the base of his cock, and he guided himself to her opening. The tip of his shaft brushed against her wetness, sending a jolt of need through him. He watched her face, looking for any sign of hesitation, any reason to hold back. But all he saw was desire, a mirror of his own.

He pushed in, slow and steady, watching as her eyes went wide with a mix of pain and pleasure. She was so tight, so much tighter than he had ever imagined. It took every ounce of his willpower not to slam into her, to claim her in one swift movement. Instead, he took his time, letting her body adjust to his size.

Her nails dug into his back, her teeth sunk into her bottom lip, but she didn't tell him to stop. He watched as her eyes slowly closed, her body accepting him inch by inch. When he was fully seated, he paused, savoring the feeling of her warm, wet pussy surrounding him.

A single tear rolled down Evangeline’s cheek, a silent confession of the emotional turmoil she was experiencing. Alec paused, his body tense with concern. He brushed it away with his thumb, the tender gesture at odds with the urgency of his need.

"Evie, are you okay?" His voice was thick with lust, but the love and care in his eyes were unmistakable.

Evie nodded, the reality of what they were doing crashing over her like a wave. "It's just... it's so much," she whispered, her voice trembling.

Alec kissed her softly, his cock still buried deep within her. "We can stop, if want to," he said, his voice filled with concern.

But Evangeline knew she didn’t want to stop. She wanted to feel him, all of him, and she knew she had to tell him that. "No," she murmured, her voice still shaky. "I want this."

With that, she pulled him closer, her nails digging into the muscles of his back as she urged him to continue. Alec's eyes searched hers, looking for any sign of doubt, but all he saw was need—a mirror of his own. He leaned in, claiming her mouth in a bruising kiss, his hips beginning to move in a slow, deliberate rhythm that made her moan.

Her walls clenched around him, adjusting to his size, and he groaned against her mouth, the sound muffled by their kisses. He felt like he was splitting her in two, but she was so wet, so ready for him, that he slid in and out with ease. The friction was heavenly, her pussy gripping him like a vice.

He picked up the pace, his strokes growing stronger, faster, the sound of their flesh slapping together filling the room. Evangeline's nails scored his back, her hips rising to meet him. She had never felt so full, so alive. Each thrust sent waves of pleasure crashing over her, each retreat leaving her gasping for more.

Her pussy clenched around him, the muscles tightening with each stroke. Alec felt her heat, her wetness, her need. He groaned, his own climax approaching like a freight train. He had never felt so alive, so connected to another person. His hips pistoned, his cock sliding in and out of her slick pussy. Her moans grew louder, more desperate, her legs wrapping around his waist, her heels digging into his ass, urging him deeper.