Caught

Caught

Svetlana Mega

Taboo Dreams

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Caught

"Hurry up in there, Ian! I need to pee!" Ivy's impatient voice echoed through the thin walls of the bathroom. Ian's heart skipped a beat. He had snuck in for some private time, thinking the house was empty. The sound of the doorknob jiggling made him freeze mid-stroke. "It's occupied!" he yelped, his voice a pitch too high. Ivy's footsteps retreated, and Ian let out a sigh of relief, his heart thumping in his chest like a drum.

He had barely had time to recover when the door burst open and Ivy stormed in. Her eyes widened as she caught him in the act. "What the fuck are you doing?" she yelled, her cheeks flushing a deep red. Ian's face mirrored hers in color as he frantically tried to cover himself with the towel that was hanging over the shower curtain. The bathroom was small and steamy, the only light coming from the dim bulb above the sink, casting long shadows that didn't quite manage to hide his mortification.

Ian's brain was racing, trying to come up with some sort of excuse, but his mouth had gone dry and no words would form. Ivy's eyes darted down to his crotch, and she took in the scene with a mix of horror and fascination. The silence between them grew heavier, and Ian's fear began to give way to a new emotion—embarrassment. He had always had a bit of a crush on Ivy, but he had never imagined she'd see him like this. He could feel his cheeks burning, and he was sure his ears were bright red. Ivy, for her part, seemed torn between slapping him and laughing.

After a few long seconds, Ivy spoke, her voice low and tinged with a hint of amusement. "Well, that's one way to keep warm in the winter." Ian looked up at her, hopeful that she might be joking, but her expression was unreadable. Ivy stepped closer to him, her eyes never leaving his crotch. He swallowed hard, feeling incredibly exposed. "It's not what it looks like," he stammered, trying to find the right words to explain the situation. Ivy raised an eyebrow. "It's not?"

She leaned against the sink, crossing her arms over her chest. "So, you don't do this all the time?" Her tone was casual, but the question was loaded. Ian felt a knot form in his stomach. He had been caught a couple of times before by Ivy, always at the worst moments. "I-I mean, everyone does it, right?" Ivy nodded slowly, a smirk playing on her lips. "Everyone does, but not everyone does it with the door wide open." Ian felt his face get hotter. "I thought you weren't home." Ivy chuckled, "Well, apparently, you thought wrong."

The tension in the room was palpable, thick like the fog that clung to the mirror from Ian's recent shower. Ivy took another step closer to him, and Ian felt his cock twitch involuntarily. Ivy's eyes followed the movement, and she licked her lips. "You know what?" she said, her voice a little softer now. "I think I'd like to watch." Ian's eyes widened in shock. "What?" Ivy nodded, "I want to see how my little brother does it."

Ian's mind raced. He had never thought about Ivy watching him before, but now that the idea was out there, it was all he could think about. His body was responding to her proximity, his cock growing harder despite the absurdity of the situation. Ivy leaned in, her breath warm against his ear. "Don't worry," she whispered. "It'll be our little secret." Ian's hands trembled as he reached for his towel, his heart racing. Ivy grabbed his wrist, stopping him. "Leave it," she said firmly. "I want to see all of you."

He swallowed hard and nodded, his cheeks flaming as Ivy took a step back to give him some space. She leaned against the sink, her eyes never leaving his. Ian felt a strange mix of arousal and anxiety as he started to stroke himself again, trying to ignore the fact that his sister was watching. Ivy's gaze was intense, studying his every movement as if it was the most fascinating thing she had ever seen. The steam from the shower had made her hair curl slightly, and her eyes sparkled with mischief.

As he jerked off, Ivy's eyes roamed over his body, taking in his defined abs and the muscles in his arms. She had always known Ian was attractive, but seeing him like this was something else entirely. She couldn't help but feel a little thrill at the power she had over him in this moment. The way he looked at her, so vulnerable and exposed, only served to fuel her own curiosity and desire. Ivy's breath hitched as she watched Ian's hand move faster, his grip tightening around his shaft.

Ian couldn't believe what was happening. Just minutes ago, he had been a typical teenage boy, enjoying a solo session in the safety of his own bathroom. Now, his older sister, the girl he had fantasized about for years, was not just watching but seemingly enjoying the show. It was as if he had stumbled into one of his wildest dreams. Ivy's eyes never left him, her expression a mix of amusement and something more... something that made him feel like he was standing on the edge of a cliff, unsure if she'd push him or pull him closer.

With Ivy's gaze on him, Ian's arousal was a whirlwind of emotions. He was scared—what if she told their parents? What if she laughed at him? But he was also incredibly turned on. He had never felt so exposed, so... desired. His hand moved over his cock, his strokes becoming more frantic as he tried to reach climax. Yet, with the pressure of her watching and the fear of being caught, he found himself unable to cum. His body was a bundle of nerves, his mind racing with the possible consequences of their newfound shared secret.

Ivy, however, was growing more and more impatient. She had never seen anything like this before, and while she had felt a twinge of excitement, she wasn't sure if she wanted to watch her brother jerk off in the bathroom forever. "Faster," she said, her voice low and urgent. "Come on, Ian, you can do it." The command in her tone was unmistakable, and Ian felt a shiver run down his spine. He had never heard Ivy sound so... authoritative before. It was weird, but also... hot.

He tried to pick up the pace, his hand moving more rapidly over his shaft. Yet, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't shake the fear that she'd tell someone, that this moment would go beyond the walls of this tiny, steamy room. His strokes grew erratic, his breathing shallow and fast. Ivy's eyes never left his face, and she could see the fear in his eyes, the desperation to please her, and something else—desire. The sight of his cock, red and straining, made her own pussy throb.

With a sudden decision, Ivy stepped closer and reached out, placing her hand over his. "Let me help," she said, her voice soft and seductive. Ian's eyes snapped up to meet hers, full of shock and confusion. Ivy's hand felt warm and familiar, yet entirely alien in this context. She began to guide his hand, showing him the rhythm she knew he liked. "Like this," she whispered, her breath warm against his cheek.

Her touch was surprisingly gentle, and she watched with rapt attention as Ian's cock responded to her guidance. She couldn't believe she was doing this, but the thrill of it all was too much to resist. Ivy had always been the more adventurous one, and the power dynamic that had shifted in the cramped bathroom was intoxicating. Ian's strokes grew more confident under her touch, and he could feel his orgasm building, inching closer with every pass of their interlocked hands. Ivy's own heart was racing, her body reacting in ways she hadn't anticipated.

Ian's eyes rolled back in his head as Ivy's grip tightened, her movements becoming more deliberate and practiced. The sight of his sister's hand on his dick was so wrong, yet it felt so right. Ivy leaned in closer, her breath hot and moist against his neck, whispering sweet nothings that only served to push him closer to the edge. Her other hand slipped down to cup his balls, rolling them gently in her palm. It was a sensation Ian had never experienced before, and it was driving him wild.

He could feel Ivy's breasts press against his side as she crouched beside him, her own breathing growing more ragged. The sound of her breath mingling with his own was like a symphony, a sweet crescendo building towards something explosive. Ivy's hand moved faster, her grip firm but not too tight. She was in control now, and Ian felt a strange sense of relief in letting go. He didn't have to worry about being caught anymore—his sister had him right where she wanted him.

Her eyes never left his, the mischief in them growing with every stroke. Ivy leaned in closer, her mouth brushing against his ear. "You like that, don't you?" she murmured. Ian nodded, his voice lost in the tide of pleasure she was building within him. Ivy's hand worked magic, her thumb circling his sensitive head as her fingers danced along his shaft. The feeling was indescribable, like a tight coil of heat was being wound tighter and tighter in his gut, threatening to snap.

Ian's knees buckled, and Ivy had to hold him upright as she continued to pump his dick. The bathroom mirror reflected their image—his face contorted with pleasure, her face a mask of concentration and excitement. Ivy had never felt anything like this before, the thrill of taking control of her brother's pleasure, watching him squirm and moan under her touch. It was like a drug, and she was already addicted.

Her mind raced with the idea of taking this even further. Ivy had always been curious about what it would be like to have a boyfriend, to experience the intimacy that came with sex. But now, with Ian right here, she realized that maybe she didn't need a boyfriend—she had someone even better. Someone who knew her, someone she could trust with her darkest secrets. And if she could trust him with this...

Without another word, Ivy dropped to her knees in front of Ian. He looked down at her, his eyes wide with shock, her hand still moving awkwardly over his cock. Ivy took over, her warm hand wrapping around him and guiding him into her mouth. The first touch of her wet, warm lips was like a bolt of lightning, sending waves of pleasure through his body. He gasped, his knees buckling slightly. Ivy took the opportunity to deepen the blowjob, her tongue swirling around the tip of his cock as she took him deeper, her cheeks hollowing with each suck.

Alec was ecstatic, unable to believe that Ivy, his own sister, was doing this to him. His eyes rolled back into his head as she worked her magic, her hand moving in tandem with her mouth, her tongue flicking against his frenulum, teasing and tormenting him. Ivy's eyes gleamed with excitement, watching her brother's face contort in pleasure. She felt powerful, in control, and utterly consumed by the taboo nature of what they were doing.

Her hand left his balls and moved up to grip his ass, pushing him deeper into her mouth. Ivy could feel the muscles in Ian's thighs tensing up, and she knew he was close. She moaned around his cock, the vibrations sending him spiraling towards climax. His breathing grew erratic, and Ivy could sense the moment approaching—his body was wound tighter than a spring, ready to uncoil. She felt his hand in her hair, his grip tightening as he fought to keep himself upright, his hips bucking slightly with each movement of her mouth.

It only took a few seconds, but Ian was ready to cum. Ivy felt the warmth spread through him, his cock pulsing in her mouth. She pulled back slightly, watching as he shot ropes of hot cum across the steamy bathroom. Some hit the floor, others the shower curtain, but she made sure to catch the last few spurts on her tongue, swirling it around before swallowing with a dramatic flourish. Ian's body went slack, and he leaned against the wall, panting heavily. Ivy wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, grinning up at him.

Ian stared down at Ivy, his eyes glazed with shock and pleasure. He couldn't believe what had just happened—his sister had watched him jerk off and then given him the best blowjob of his life. The room was silent except for their heavy breathing, the sound of their hearts thundering in their chests. Ivy stood up, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Well," she said, "that was interesting." Ian couldn't find the words to respond, his mind still reeling from the intensity of his orgasm.

With a wink, Ivy turned and started to leave the bathroom. "But don't forget to lock the door next time," she called over her shoulder. "And if you ever need help with that again," she paused, a smirk playing on her lips, "you know where to find me." Ian watched her go, his mouth hanging open. The door clicked shut behind her, leaving him standing there, his cock still half-hard and his mind racing. Ivy had always been the more outgoing one, the one who pushed boundaries, but this was something else entirely.

Days passed, and they both acted as if the incident in the bathroom had never happened. They went about their lives as usual—school, work, dinner with their parents, watching TV together. Yet, there was an unspoken tension between them, a charge in the air that neither could ignore. Ivy would catch Ian looking at her differently, his eyes lingering on her curves, and she would feel a thrill run down her spine. They avoided being alone together, the memory of their shared secret hanging over them like a thick fog.

One evening, Ivy found herself in the kitchen, pretending to be busy with homework while Ian was in his room. She could hear the faint sound of his music through the walls, a low bass thump that seemed to echo her own heartbeat. Ivy's thoughts kept drifting back to that night in the bathroom—the way his eyes had rolled back in his head, the salty taste of his cum on her tongue. She found herself growing wet just thinking about it.

Ian had been avoiding her since that fateful evening, and Ivy knew it was because she had scared him. He probably thought she was going to tell everyone what he'd been doing, that she'd shame him. But Ivy had other plans. She liked the idea of having something so intimate and forbidden between them. It was a delicious secret, a bond that no one else could ever understand. And she knew that if she played her cards right, she could use it to her advantage.

So, she started to tease him, wearing increasingly revealing outfits around the house. It began with low-cut tops that exposed the tops of her breasts, and short skirts that gave glimpses of her thighs. Ivy made sure to bend over in front of him, to lean in close when she talked to him, to give him little peeks at what she had to offer. Ian tried to ignore it, but Ivy could see the way his eyes would flicker down to her chest or the way he'd get flustered when she accidentally brushed against him.

It was working. Ivy could feel the tension between them building, a slow burn that she knew would eventually become an inferno. And she was ready to fan the flames. One evening, when their parents were out and the house was quiet, Ivy decided to take the next step. She knocked on Ian's door, her heart racing. "What's up?" Ian called out, his voice tentative. Ivy took a deep breath and pushed the door open.

Ian looked up from his video game, surprise etched on his face. Ivy had changed into something more... provocative. A tight tank top that clung to her generous breasts and a pair of shorts that barely covered her ass. She sauntered over to his bed, hips swaying deliberately, and sat down next to him. "You've been avoiding me," Ivy said, pouting slightly. Ian's eyes darted to the side, unable to meet hers. "It's just... that was weird, Ivy." Ivy leaned closer, her hand sliding over his thigh. "Is that all it was?"

Her touch was electric, and Ian felt his body respond immediately. Ivy's eyes gleamed with victory as she noticed his cock growing hard beneath his pajama pants. "You liked it, didn't you?" she whispered, her breath hot against his neck. Ian swallowed hard, his hand hovering over the controller, unsure of what to do. Ivy's hand continued upward, brushing against the bulge in his pants. "You liked me watching," she murmured, her voice a siren's call.

Ian couldn't deny it. The thought of Ivy seeing him at his most vulnerable was strangely thrilling. He had always felt a pull towards her, and now that the line had been crossed, it was as if a dam had broken. Ivy leaned in closer, her breasts pressing against his arm, and Ian's resolve crumbled. He nodded, his cheeks red with desire. Ivy's smile grew wider. "And you liked me touching you," she said, her voice a low purr. Ian nodded again, his breath hitching in his throat.

Encouraged by his response, Ivy's hand slid up his thigh and under the waistband of his pajamas. She wrapped her hand around his cock, feeling it pulse in her grip. Ian gasped, his body responding instinctively to her touch. Ivy began to stroke him gently, her hand gliding up and down his shaft. He watched her, his eyes wide with a mix of excitement and trepidation. Ivy leaned in closer, her lips brushing against his ear. "Do you want more?" she whispered, her breath tickling his skin.

Ian nodded, unable to find the words. Ivy's hand moved faster, her strokes becoming more confident. She could feel the tension in his body, the way he was holding himself so still, trying to control the urges that were building within him. Ivy knew he was close again, and she felt a thrill of excitement at the idea of making him cum once more. Her other hand moved to his chest, her nails lightly scoring his skin as she felt his heart racing beneath her fingertips.

Without warning, Ivy stopped and stood up. Ian's eyes followed her as she moved away from the bed, his cock standing tall and proud. Ivy's eyes were dark with desire as she slowly began to peel off her clothes. Ian's mouth went dry as he watched her, his heart thudding in his chest like a drum. Ivy was beautiful—curvy in all the right places, with full breasts and a perfect ass that had always made him ache with longing. Now, she was standing before him in nothing but her panties and bra, and he could see the wetness glistening between her legs.

Her hands moved to the clasp of her bra, and with a flick of her thumbs, it fell away, revealing her firm, round tits. Ian's cock twitched as Ivy cupped her breasts, giving them a gentle squeeze before letting them bounce free. Ivy's panties were the last to go, sliding down her thighs to reveal her pink, wet pussy. Ian's eyes were glued to her, unable to believe that this was really happening. Ivy was naked before him, and she was his sister.

Ivy slid onto the bed next to him, her naked body gliding against the cool sheets. She placed her hand on his chest, pushing him gently onto his back. Ian lay there, his heart racing, his cock begging for attention. Ivy straddled him. She leaned down, her breasts brushing against his chest as she whispered in his ear, "Now, it's your turn." Her breath was hot, her voice husky with desire.

Ian's hands hovered over Ivy's body, unsure of where to begin. Ivy reached down and took his hand, guiding it to her wet pussy. He felt the heat radiating from her, the slickness of her arousal coating her folds. Ivy's eyes never left his as she slid his fingers over her clit. She gasped, throwing her head back, and Ian felt a surge of power rush through him. He had never felt so in control of someone else's pleasure before. Ivy's hand was still wrapped around his cock, her strokes slow and gentle.

He leaned in, his mouth finding hers in a kiss that was unlike any he'd ever experienced. Ivy's lips were soft, pliant, and tasted faintly of mint from her toothpaste. His tongue slipped between her teeth, exploring the warm cavern of her mouth. Ivy's hand on his cock grew more urgent, her hips rocking against his hand as she moaned into his mouth. Ian could feel himself getting closer to the edge, but he didn't want this to end yet. He broke the kiss, his eyes searching hers for permission. Ivy nodded, her chest heaving with desire.

Ian slid down the bed, his eyes never leaving Ivy's as his mouth moved closer to her wetness. Ivy's pussy was beautiful, the folds of her labia swollen and glistening. He felt his cock throb in anticipation as he gently spread her legs apart. Ivy's breath hitched as his tongue touched her clit, the sensation sending a jolt through her body. Ian licked her slowly, savoring the taste of her arousal, the sound of her gasps filling the room. Ivy's hand found its way to the back of his head, guiding him, urging him to go deeper.

her moans growing louder. Ivy had never felt anything so intense before, the sensation of her brother's tongue on her most intimate parts was overwhelming. Ian felt a strange mix of love and lust, his mind racing with the knowledge that he was bringing his sister pleasure she had never experienced. He licked and kissed her pussy, his hands exploring the soft flesh of her thighs. Ivy's legs quivered, and she knew she was close.

Ian felt Ivy's hand tighten in his hair, her body arching towards his mouth. He could smell the sweet scent of her arousal, and it only made him more eager to taste her. He slipped a finger inside her, feeling her wetness, her heat enveloping him. Ivy's breath hitched, and she threw her head back, her eyes squeezed shut. Ian watched her face, seeing the pleasure contort her features into something beautiful and wild. He sucked on her clit, feeling it pulse under his tongue, and Ivy's body began to tremble.

Her hips bucked against him, and Ian knew she was close. Ivy's moans grew louder, filling the room with their incestuous rhythm. He slid another finger into her tight pussy, curling it upwards, hitting the spot he knew would make her scream. Ivy's nails dug into his scalp, her breath coming in ragged gasps. "Ian," she moaned, his name a desperate plea. "Oh God, don't stop." The words only spurred him on, and he lapped at her with renewed vigor, his other hand playing with her clit. Ivy's body was a symphony of sensations, her muscles tightening around his fingers as she approached climax.

Ian could feel Ivy's orgasm building, her pussy clenching around his digits. He sucked her clit hard, swirling his tongue around the sensitive nub. Ivy threw her head back, her breasts bouncing as she rode out the waves of pleasure crashing through her. The feeling was indescribable, the mix of pain and pleasure sending her soaring. Ian watched, his own arousal reaching fever pitch, as Ivy's body shuddered and convulsed. Her moans grew louder, echoing off the Ian's room walls, and he knew she was there. Ivy's orgasm washed over her, a torrent of pleasure that left her trembling and gasping for breath.

With a final, desperate cry, Ivy's body went limp, and she collapsed onto the bed, Ian's hand still buried inside her. He felt the warmth of her release on his fingers, and the taste of her on his lips. Ivy's eyes remained closed, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath. Ian slid up beside her, his cock still rock-hard and demanding attention. Ivy opened her eyes to find her brother's gaze on her, his face a mix of awe and hunger. She reached for him, her hand wrapping around his shaft, her thumb tracing the line of precum at the tip.

Ian's breath hitched as Ivy leaned in, her lips parting. He watched, transfixed, as she took him into her mouth, her eyes never leaving his. Ivy's mouth was hot and wet, her tongue swirling around the head of his cock. The sensation was overwhelming, and Ian had to fight not to buck his hips and push deeper. Ivy's hand moved up and down in time with her mouth, her teeth grazing the sensitive skin lightly. It was the perfect combination of pain and pleasure, and Ian felt himself getting closer to the edge.

Ivy's eyes gleamed with excitement as she took more of him, her cheeks hollowing with each bob of her head. She knew exactly what she was doing, her movements calculated and precise. Ian's eyes rolled back in his head, his hands clutching the bedsheets tightly. Ivy's other hand found his balls, her fingers rolling and tugging gently, adding another layer to the sensations coursing through his body. Ian's hips began to move in rhythm with Ivy's head, his thrusts growing more urgent.

Just when Ian thought he couldn't take it anymore, Ivy stopped, her teeth grazing his cock as she pulled away. She looked up at him, her eyes filled with mischief, a smear of precum on her bottom lip. "Not yet," she whispered, a smirk playing on her mouth. Ian groaned in frustration, his body begging for release. Ivy climbed off the bed, her naked body a vision that left Ian's mouth watering. She sauntered over to the dresser, her hips swaying with each step. Ian watched, his heart racing, as she opened a drawer and pulled out a bottle of lubricant.

She turned back to face him, her eyes dark with desire. "I want you inside me," she said, her voice low and seductive. "But not just yet." Ivy climbed back onto the bed, straddling Ian's hips. She leaned down, her breasts brushing against his chest, and kissed him deeply. Her hand found his cock again, her thumb smearing the lubricant along his length. Ian's eyes rolled back in his head as Ivy began to stroke him once more, the cool gel easing the way for her hand. Ivy's own arousal was palpable, her wetness coating her thighs and the bed beneath her.

With a wicked smile, Ivy shifted, positioning the head of his cock at her tight asshole. Ian's eyes went wide, a mix of shock and excitement. Ivy leaned forward, her hand still wrapped around his dick, and pushed him closer. "Breathe," she instructed, her voice a soothing murmur. Ian took a deep breath, feeling the tip of his cock press against the unyielding ring of muscle. Ivy pushed back, her body enveloping him inch by inch. The feeling was tight, foreign, and utterly exhilarating. Ivy's eyes squeezed shut, her teeth gritted as she took him deeper.

Ian could feel her body tense around him, the tightness of her ass unlike anything he had ever experienced. Ivy's hand moved from his cock to her own pussy, her fingers working herself as he filled her ass. She was so wet that the sound of their bodies coming together was obscene, a symphony of flesh and need. Ivy took a deep breath and pushed back again, taking the last of him inside her. Ian groaned, his hands gripping the bedsheets tightly as he fought to keep from moving too fast. Ivy's body was a vice, squeezing him with every breath she took.

Her eyes met his, and he saw the challenge in them—a silent dare to take her, to claim her in the most forbidden way possible. Ian leaned forward, his hands moving to her hips, and began to thrust into her. Ivy's eyes never left his as she rode him, her body moving in a slow, deliberate rhythm that had him seeing stars. The sensation was indescribable, the feeling of her tight ass clenching around him as he slid in and out. Ivy's breathing grew ragged, her moans becoming louder with each thrust. Ian knew he wouldn't last long—the pressure was building in his balls, and he could feel the beginnings of his climax.

But Ivy had other plans. She reached back and slapped his hand away, taking over the rhythm herself. Her hips began to move faster, her ass bouncing against his pelvis with every movement. Ian watched, his eyes wide with amazement, as Ivy used her own body to milk him for every ounce of pleasure he had to give. Her moans grew louder, more insistent, and he could feel the heat building inside her. Ivy's hand moved to her clit, her fingers dancing over the sensitive bud as she pushed herself closer to the edge.

With a sudden move, Ivy pulled off him and rolled over onto her back, her legs spread wide. "Fuck me," she demanded, her voice thick with lust. Ian didn't need to be told twice. He positioned himself at her entrance, his cock slick with lube and her juices. Ivy's pussy was soaking wet, and he slid in easily, filling her up completely. Ivy's eyes rolled back in her head, a deep, guttural moan escaping her lips. Ian began to thrust, his hips moving in a steady rhythm that had Ivy's body responding in kind.

Her nails raked down his back as he pushed into her, her legs wrapping around his waist. Ivy's breasts bounced with every thrust, her nipples tight and begging for attention. Ian leaned down and took one in his mouth, sucking hard, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin. Ivy's hips arched off the bed, her pussy tightening around him. The feeling was incredible, the way she was taking him, demanding more with every move she made.

But Ivy was the one in control. She stopped him again, pushing him onto his back as she straddled him. This time, she was the one in charge. Ivy's hips rocked back and forth, her pussy swallowing his length with ease. Ian watched, his eyes hooded with lust, as Ivy's breasts bobbed with the motion. He reached up to squeeze them, his thumbs brushing her sensitive nipples. Ivy's head fell back, her hair cascading down her back as she rode him, her body moving in a dance of pleasure.

They switched to position 69, Ivy's mouth on his cock and his on her pussy. Ian had never felt so alive, so connected to someone. Ivy's taste was intoxicating, and he greedily lapped at her folds, eager to make her cum again. Ivy's head bobbed up and down, her throat taking him in as far as she could. Ian felt his orgasm building, his balls tightening with each stroke of her mouth. Ivy knew he was close, and she wanted to feel his release in her mouth once more.

Her own climax was just out of reach, but Ivy pushed herself harder. She wanted to feel his cum on her tongue, to taste his pleasure as it spilled from his cock. Ian's hips bucked upwards, and Ivy knew he was about to explode. She sucked harder, her cheeks hollowing as she took him deep into her throat. Ivy felt the muscles in her ass clench around his tongue, her body responding to the intensity of his touch.

And then, it hit her. Ivy's body spasmed as a second orgasm ripped through her, her pussy contracting around Ian's tongue. He groaned, the vibrations sending shivers down his spine. Ivy felt his cock swell in her mouth, the head growing sensitive as he neared his own peak. She sucked harder, her hand pumping his shaft, eager to feel him come apart in her mouth. Ian's eyes squeezed shut, his entire body tense with the effort of holding back.

With a final, desperate groan, Ian released. Ivy felt the first hot spurt of his cum hit the back of her throat, and she swallowed instinctively, taking him in. The taste was salty and bitter, but it was the culmination of everything they'd shared that night, and she didn't want to miss a drop. Ian's hips jerked, and Ivy took him deeper, her tongue swirling around the sensitive tip. She moaned around his cock, her own orgasm crashing over her as she felt him fill her mouth.

Her pussy clenched around his face, and Ivy knew that she was lost. She gave in to the pleasure, her body bucking as wave after wave of ecstasy rolled through her. Ian's tongue was relentless, flicking and lapping at her clit even as he came. Ivy's eyes rolled back in her head, and she let out a muffled scream, her throat full of her brother's cock. The sensation was overwhelming, the taboo act only heightening the intensity of her climax.

The taste of Ivy's orgasm mingled with the bitter saltiness of his cum as Ian spurted into her mouth. Ivy felt the warmth fill her, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked him dry. Her own body was shaking, the tremors of pleasure still coursing through her. Ivy had never felt so alive, so in tune with someone else's pleasure. Ian's cock pulsed with each spurt, his hips jerking involuntarily. Ivy could feel him getting softer, his orgasm subsiding, but she didn't let up.

When Ian was finally spent, Ivy pulled away, her mouth and chin glistening with their shared juices. They lay there for a moment, panting, their bodies sticky with sweat and desire. Ivy collapsed beside him, her breasts heaving with each breath she took. They were both spent, their hearts racing, but Ivy felt a strange sense of satisfaction—like she had claimed something precious from her brother, something that was now uniquely theirs. Ian looked over at her, his eyes still glazed with lust, but there was something more—fear, perhaps, at the realization of what they'd just done.

They lay there for a few minutes, neither one of them saying a word. Ivy reached out, her hand brushing against Ian's chest. His heart was racing beneath her fingertips, a testament to the passion that had just played out between them. Ivy leaned in, her forehead resting against Ian's shoulder, and she felt his body relax slightly. They were so close, their skin sticking together from their shared sweat. Ivy's hand moved to Ian's cock, now soft but still pulsing with the aftermath of his orgasm. She stroked him gently, feeling the velvety softness of his skin. Ian's breathing evened out, his body responding to Ivy's tender touch.

Finally, Ivy spoke. "That was..." she trailed off, unable to find the right words. "It was everything and more than I ever imagined," she finished. Ian nodded, his eyes still closed. Ivy propped herself up on her elbow, looking down at him. "What are we going to do now?" she asked, a hint of uncertainty in her voice. Ian took a deep breath, his eyes finally meeting hers. "I don't know," he admitted. "But I do know that I can't stop thinking about how good it felt." Ivy felt a thrill run through her at his words.

They lay there for a few more minutes, the silence stretching out between them like a tightrope. Ivy's hand stroked Ian's chest, her fingernails lightly scratching his skin. His eyes remained closed, but she could see the muscles in his jaw working, his mind racing with unspoken thoughts. Ivy leaned down and kissed him softly, her lips brushing against his in a gentle caress. Ian's eyes opened, his gaze locking onto hers. "I don't think we can go back to how things were," he said, his voice low and serious. Ivy nodded, her heart pounding in her chest.

"I know," she whispered, her voice filled with a mix of excitement and trepidation. "But maybe that's a good thing." Ivy knew that she had been the one to push the boundaries, to show Ian the depth of pleasure that awaited them. But now, with the reality of their actions staring them both in the face, she wasn't so sure he was ready for the consequences. Ian's hand found hers, his thumb tracing circles on her palm as he searched for the right words.

"What do you mean?" he asked, his eyes searching hers for guidance. Ivy took a deep breath, her breasts rising and falling with the effort. "It means," she began, "that I can show you everything. I can make sure you enjoy every moment of this, no matter how weird or wrong it feels." Ivy leaned down and kissed him again, her tongue slipping into his mouth, tasting herself on him. Ian's arms wrapped around her, pulling her closer, as if he could hold onto the moment forever.

Her hand found his cock again, stroking him back to life. Ian was a quick learner, and Ivy could feel his excitement growing with each touch. He was still hard, still hungry for more, and Ivy felt a thrill of power at the knowledge that she could do this to him. She broke the kiss and slid down his body, her mouth leaving a trail of fire on his skin. When she reached his cock, it was standing at attention, eager for her touch. Ivy took him in her mouth again, her movements sure and practiced. Ian groaned, his hands fisting in her hair as she worked him back up to a frenzy.

This time, Ivy was gentle, her movements slow and deliberate. She savored every inch of him, her tongue swirling around his shaft as she took him deep. Ian watched her, his eyes filled with love and lust. Ivy knew she had him—mind, body, and soul. She could feel the tension in his body, the way his muscles tightened with every suck and lick. Ivy felt like a goddess, her power over him absolute. She pulled back, her hand taking over where her mouth had been. Her strokes were slow and teasing, her thumb circling the sensitive spot just beneath the head of his cock. Ian's hips rolled, his body begging for more.

They moved in unison, their bodies speaking a language that only they understood. Ivy's hand slid down to his balls, cupping them gently, her thumb moving in time with her hand on his shaft. Ian's breath hitched, his eyes closing as the pleasure mounted. Ivy leaned in, her hot breath ghosting over his skin, her mouth hovering just above his cock. "Look at me," she whispered, her voice a siren's call. Ian's eyes snapped open, and Ivy took him in again, her gaze never leaving his.

Ian watched, his eyes wide, as Ivy's body enveloped his. Ivy's eyes never left Ian's as she climbed on top of him, her hand guiding his cock to her waiting entrance. She slid down, taking him deep inside her, her pussy stretching around his girth. Ian felt himself fill her up completely, her warmth wrapping around him like a glove. Ivy's eyes fluttered shut, a soft moan escaping her lips as she began to move. Her hips rolled and circled, her movements deliberate and slow, drawing out every sensation. Ian's hands found her waist, his thumbs tracing the curves of her hips as she rode him.

Their bodies moved together in a dance that was both familiar and taboo. Ivy leaned forward, her breasts brushing against Ian's chest with every movement. Ian's hands found her breasts, his thumbs playing with her nipples, rolling and pinching until Ivy's breath grew ragged. Ivy leaned down, capturing Ian's mouth in a deep, hungry kiss. Their tongues tangled together, their breaths mingling as they moved in perfect sync. Ivy's moans grew louder, the sound of their bodies slapping together filling the room. Ian could feel Ivy's pussy tightening around him, her muscles clenching as she approached another orgasm.

"Cum in me," Ivy murmured against his lips, her voice a desperate plea. The words sent a jolt of desire through Ian, his cock twitching inside her. Ivy's eyes were dark with lust as she watched him, her body begging for his release. Ian's hips began to move faster, his thrusts deeper, as he approached the edge. Ivy's hand slid down to her clit, her fingers working in time with his movements. "Please," she moaned, her voice a sweet torture. "I need to feel you fill me up."

Ian felt his orgasm building, the pressure in his balls becoming unbearable. Ivy's pussy was a tight, wet heat that was driving him insane, and he knew he couldn't last much longer. He reached up, his thumb brushing against her clit, and Ivy's body tensed around him. Her eyes went wide, her mouth opening in a silent scream as she came, her muscles contracting around his cock in a vice-like grip. Ian couldn't hold back—he erupted, filling Ivy's pussy with his hot cum. Ivy's body milked him for every drop, her muscles fluttering around his shaft as she rode out her climax.

When it was over, Ivy collapsed on him, her body limp and boneless. Ian's cock was still buried deep inside her, the warmth of her body enveloping him. Ivy's head lay on his chest, her breathing ragged and uneven. She looked up at him, her eyes filled with an intensity that made his heart race. "I love you," she whispered, her voice hoarse from screaming. Ian felt his heart stutter—the words were unexpected, but somehow, they didn't feel wrong.

He stared into Ivy's eyes, searching for any hint of regret or doubt, but all he found was raw, unfiltered emotion. "I love you too," he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. Ivy's eyes lit up with a joy that made his chest ache. They had crossed a line, and there was no going back. But in that moment, Ian realized that he didn't want to. Ivy was his sister, his confidante, his best friend—and now, his lover. It was a strange, twisted love, but it was theirs, and that was all that mattered.