Little Brother, Big Desire

Lorina sighed as she stared out of the classroom window, her mind wandering far from the teacher's monotonous voice. The world outside was a vibrant tapestry of colors, a stark contrast to the dull, beige walls of her classroom. She watched as a squirrel darted across the park, its tiny paws barely touching the ground. She envied its freedom, its ability to simply be. Lorina felt trapped, not just in this classroom, but in her own life. Everything felt meaningless, and she was tired of it all.

The endless cycle of school, homework, and sleep left her feeling empty and unfulfilled. She yearned for something, anything, to spark a sense of purpose within her.

Her gaze drifted to the mirror hanging on the wall, reflecting her image back at her. Blonde hair cascaded down her shoulders, big blue eyes stared back at her, and her full lips were pressed into a thin line. She looked like a doll, all put together and perfect, but she felt anything but. She was a powder keg ready to explode, and she had no idea where to direct her pent-up energy.

She turned her attention back to the classroom, her eyes landing on Victoria, her best friend since kindergarten.

Victoria was the exact opposite of Lorina. Where Lorina was blonde and curvy, Victoria was a petite redhead with a fiery spirit. She was currently doodling in her notebook, her tongue sticking out slightly in concentration. Lorina couldn't help but smile. Victoria was the only thing in her life that made sense, the only constant in her ever-changing world.

The bell rang, signaling the end of the school day. Lorina gathered her things, her eyes scanning the room for Victoria. She found her by her locker, already surrounded by a group of admirers. Victoria was the life of the party, always ready with a joke or a laugh.

She was the one who kept Lorina grounded, who reminded her that life was meant to be lived, not just endured. Lorina watched as Victoria flirted with a group of boys, her green eyes sparkling with mischief.  She envied Victoria's ease, her ability to command attention without even trying. Lorina, on the other hand, felt like a shadow, always lurking in the background, never quite in the spotlight. She was never forgotten but never remembered, a pendulum that always seemed to swing according to others and never of its own accord.  Lorina felt a pang of jealousy as she watched Victoria, her laughter echoing through the crowded hallway. She wanted that freedom, that ability to be herself without fear or consequence.

Victoria noticed Lorina's gaze and winked, a mischievous grin spreading across her face. She excused herself from her admirers and made her way over to Lorina, her heels clicking against the tiled floor.

"Hey, Lor," she said, her voice a low purr. "You look like you're deep in thought. Everything okay?"

Lorina shrugged, her eyes flicking away from Victoria's intense gaze. "Just... thinking."

Victoria raised an eyebrow, her green eyes narrowing slightly.

"Thinking about what? Or should I say, who?" she asked, a playful smirk tugging at the corners of her mouth.

Lorina felt her cheeks flush, her heart pounding in her chest. She knew Victoria too well. She could read her like an open book, and it seemed she already knew what was on Lorina's mind.

"Come on, Lor," Victoria prodded, linking her arm with Lorina's as they started to walk down the bustling hallway. "Spill it. You know you can't keep secrets from me."

Lorina hesitated. She hadn't even told Victoria about her plan yet, and now she was already pushing for details.

Lorina took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing thoughts. She knew she couldn't keep this from Victoria forever, but she wasn't ready to share it just yet.

"Nothing, really," Lorina said, her voice barely above a whisper. "Just... school stuff."

Victoria rolled her eyes, but she didn't press further. She knew when Lorina needed space, and she respected that. They walked in silence for a few minutes, the sound of their heels echoing through the hallway.

As they approached the exit, Victoria turned to Lorina, her expression serious.

"You know, if you ever need someone to talk to, I'm here. No judgments, no lectures. Just a listening ear."

Lorina nodded, grateful for Victoria's understanding. "Thanks, Vic. I know you are."

Lorina hesitated, knowing that she had to tell Victoria about her plan eventually. But for now, she just wanted to enjoy her friend's company, to pretend that everything was normal.

The night fell over her eyes, the night Lorina was at home, on the small balcony of her bedroom, just looking up and admiring the starry sky she could see.  The moon was full, and it was casting a silver glow over the world, making everything seem like it was made of precious metal. Lorina took a deep breath, the cool air filling her lungs, and she felt a sense of calm wash over her. She loved these moments, when she could be alone with her thoughts, when she could just be herself without any expectations or judgments.

She heard a soft knock on her door, and she turned to see Edgar, her younger brother, peeking his head in. He was a few years younger than her, with dark hair and eyes that seemed to hold a world of secrets.

He was always so quiet, so reserved, and Lorina often wondered what he was thinking. She knew he looked up to her, that he saw her as a role model, but she couldn't help but feel a strange pull towards him. It was a feeling she couldn't quite explain, a mix of protectiveness and something more, something she wasn't ready to acknowledge.

"Hey, Edgar," she said softly, her voice barely above a whisper. "What are you doing up?"

Edgar shrugged, his eyes darting away from hers. "Couldn't sleep. Thought I'd come see if you were awake too."

Lorina smiled, her heart warming at his words.

She patted the spot next to her on the balcony, inviting him to join her. Edgar hesitated for a moment before climbing onto the balcony, his eyes scanning the night sky.

"It's beautiful, isn't it?" Lorina said, her voice barely above a whisper. "The stars, I mean. They're always there, no matter what. A constant in our ever-changing world."

Edgar nodded, his eyes reflecting the twinkling stars. "I like that. The idea of something constant, something that never changes."

Lorina looked at him, her eyes searching his face. She saw the sincerity in his eyes, the longing for something steady, something reliable.

"Unfortunately, most things change. For better or worse. I think the only thing that doesn't really change are the stars." Lorina said, her gaze returning to the night sky. 

Edgar nodded, his eyes still fixed on the stars. "I guess you're right. But it's still comforting to think that they're always there, no matter what."

Lorina smiled at her brother, her heart swelling with affection. She reached out, ruffling his hair playfully. "You're getting too philosophical for your age, little brother."

Edgar rolled his eyes, but he was grinning. "I'm not little anymore, Lor. I'm almost as tall as you."

Lorina laughed, her eyes sparkling with amusement.

"Well, you're still my little brother. And I'm still your big sister. That's never going to change." Lorina said, her voice softening as she looked at Edgar.

There was a moment of silence between them, the only sound the distant hum of the city and the soft rustling of the leaves in the trees below.

That was the perfect time for Lorina to confess her feelings. 

She had been thinking about it for days, weeks even. She had been trying to find the right moment, the right words, and now, under the starlit sky, with just the two of them, it felt right.

"Edgar," Lorina started, her voice barely above a whisper. "There's something I've been wanting to tell you."

Edgar turned to her, his dark eyes reflecting the moonlight. "What is it, Lor?" he asked, his voice soft and curious.

Lorina took a deep breath, her heart pounding in her chest. She knew this was it, the moment of truth.

She had been wrestling with her feelings for Edgar for what felt like an eternity, and now, under the watchful gaze of the stars, she felt a strange sense of calm wash over her. She was ready to take this leap, to put her heart on the line.

"I've been feeling... something for you, Edgar," she confessed, her voice barely audible. "Something I can't quite explain. It's like... it's like I can't breathe when you're not around. Like I'm always thinking about you, always wondering what you're doing, what you're thinking."

Edgar's eyes widened in surprise, his mouth opening slightly as he processed her words.

"I want you inside me, Eddie." She felt a shiver run down her spine as she said the words, a mix of excitement and fear coursing through her veins. She had never been this direct with anyone before, but with Edgar, it felt different. It felt right.

Edgar's eyes widened in shock, his mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water. Lorina could see the surprise in his eyes, the confusion, but also something else. Something that made her heart race even faster.

"Lor... I... I don't know what to say," Edgar stammered, his voice barely audible. "I mean, I... I never thought... I mean, I never thought that you felt that way about me."

Lorina felt a pang of disappointment at Edgar's reaction. She had expected him to be surprised, maybe even a little taken aback, but she had hoped for something more. She had hoped for a spark of recognition, a hint of the same feelings she had been experiencing.

Instead, she saw only confusion and uncertainty in his eyes. She felt a wave of self-doubt wash over her, her confidence wavering.

"I'm sorry, Edgar," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "I shouldn't have said anything. I just... I thought you felt the same way."

Edgar shook his head, his eyes searching hers.

"No, Lor, don't apologize. I'm just... surprised. I never thought... I mean, you're my sister."

His words, which would normally disgust anyone, only excited Lorina.

She felt a rush of adrenaline, her heart pounding in her chest. She had never felt this way before, this raw, primal desire. It was intoxicating, and she couldn't get enough of it.

"I know that, don't think I don't. But... it just makes me even hornier..."  Lorina's voice was husky, her eyes locked onto Edgar's. She could see the struggle in his eyes, the battle between his loyalty to their familial bond and the primal urge that was now awakened within him. She knew she was playing with fire, but she couldn't help herself. She wanted to push him, to see how far he would go.

Edgar's breath hitched, his eyes flicking away from hers for a moment before returning to meet her gaze. "Lor, I... I don't know what to do. I mean, you're my sister. This is... this is wrong."

Lorina's heart sank at his words, but she quickly pushed the feeling aside.

She wasn't ready to give up, not yet. She had come this far, and she wasn't about to back down now.

"If it feels good, then it is good. Don't you think so?"  Lorina persisted, her voice a low purr. She leaned in slightly, her breath warm against Edgar's ear. She could see the effect her words were having on him, the way his breath hitched, the way his eyes darted away from hers before returning to meet her gaze.

Edgar's voice was barely a whisper, "Lor, I... I don't know if I can do this. It feels... wrong."

Lorina's heart pounded in her chest, a mix of excitement and fear coursing through her veins. She knew she was crossing a line, but she couldn't stop herself. She wanted him, needed him, in a way she had never needed anyone before.

"It can be something beautiful, something just for us." Lorina's voice was soft, her eyes locked onto Edgar's. 

"I mean, you're my sister, Lor. We're family." Edgar's voice was barely audible, his eyes filled with a mix of confusion and desire.

"Doesn't that make you even hornier? Don't lie to me, I know you'd love to fuck my beautiful body"  Lorina whispered, her voice laced with a seductive tone that she didn't know she had. 

"And you know what? I'd love to fuck the tiny penis of yours" Lorina said, her voice laced with a mix of amusement and challenge.  She saw Edgar's eyes widen in surprise, a flush creeping up his neck. She had never spoken to him like this before, never been so blunt, so direct. But she couldn't help it. She felt a sense of power, of control, and she liked it.

Edgar stammered, "Lor... I don't know what to say. You're my sister, and... and you're talking about... about sex."

Edgar's voice was a mix of shock and curiosity, his eyes flicking away from Lorina's before returning to meet her gaze.

Lorina smirked, leaning back in her chair. She felt a sense of satisfaction, of power, and she liked it.

"I'm just being honest, Eddie," she said, her voice softening slightly. "Don't you think it would be incredible to fuck my precious body?" Lorina's voice was a sultry purr, her eyes locked onto Edgar's.

Edgar's breath hitched, his chest rising and falling rapidly. He looked away from Lorina, his gaze fixed on the star-studded sky above. "Lor, this is... this is crazy. We can't do this." 

"You know, you could have left my room if you wanted to. I'm not stopping you. But surprisingly, you decided to stay. That says something about you, doesn't it?" Lorina's voice was a low purr, her eyes never leaving Edgar's face.

"Edgar" she said, her voice barely above a whisper, "I'm not asking you to do anything you don't want to. But I think you do. I think you want to know what it feels like to be with me, to be inside me. I think you want to feel the way I do when I'm with you."

Edgar's breath hitched, his eyes darting away from hers for a moment before returning to meet her gaze. 

"I mean, I've never thought about it like that before." Edgar said, his voice barely audible. He was clearly struggling with his thoughts and feelings, and Lorina could see the internal battle playing out in his eyes.

She felt him tense under her touch, but he didn't pull away. "It's okay, Eddie," she said softly. "You don't have to have all the answers right now. We can take this slow, as slow as you need to."

Edgar looked at her, his dark eyes filled with a mix of confusion and desire. "But what about... what about Mom and Dad?"

Edgar asked, his voice barely above a whisper. "What would they think if they found out about... about this?"

"They would never know. I mean, would you tell them? Because I wouldn't. And I honestly wouldn't tell anyone else. This would be our secret, Eddie. Just between you and me."

Edgar nodded slowly, his eyes never leaving hers. "Okay," he said softly. "I... I can do that. I can keep it a secret."

Lorina felt a wave of relief wash over her. She had taken the first step, and now it was up to Edgar to meet her halfway.

"Thank you Eddie, really" Lorina said, her voice softening as she looked at her brother. She reached out, gently squeezing his hand. She could feel the tension in his body, the struggle within him. But she also felt the spark, the connection between them that was undeniable.

Edgar looked at her, his dark eyes filled with a mix of uncertainty and curiosity. "What now?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

Lorina smiled, her heart pounding in her chest. She knew she was playing with fire, but she couldn't stop now.

"Well... have you been with a girl before?" Lorina asked, her voice soft and curious. She wanted to know if he had any experience, any idea of what to expect. She didn't want to overwhelm him, didn't want to scare him off.

Edgar shook his head, his eyes flicking away from hers for a moment before returning to meet her gaze. "No, I... I haven't. I've never even kissed a girl before."

Lorina felt a surge of excitement at his words. The fact that he was inexperienced only made it more exciting.

She could be his first, his only. The thought sent a shiver down her spine.

"That's okay," she said, her voice soft and reassuring. "We can take it slow. We don't have to rush into anything."

Edgar nodded, his eyes never leaving hers. "I trust you, Lor."

Lorina felt a warmth spread through her at his words.

The cool night air was a stark contrast to the heat that was building between them. She could feel his heart racing, his breath coming in short, shallow gasps. She knew he was nervous, but she also knew he was excited.

"I'm going to be the first girl you kiss, how do you feel about it?"  Lorina asked, her voice soft and teasing. She wanted to see his reaction, to gauge his level of comfort with the idea.

Edgar hesitated for a moment before answering, "I... I think I'd like that. A lot." She leaned in closer to him, her heart pounding in her chest. She could feel the heat radiating from his body, could see the desire in his eyes.

"Do you like the fact that I'm your big sister?" Lorina asked, her voice a low purr as she leaned in closer to Edgar. She could feel his breath on her face, warm and inviting. She could see the desire in his eyes, the way his pupils dilated as he looked at her. 

Edgar hesitated for a moment before answering, "Yes, I think... I think I do. It's... it's exciting, in a way." his voice barely above a whisper. 

"Then let me kiss you, my little pervert"

Lorina said playfully, her lips brushing against Edgar's. She could feel his body tense up, his breath hitching as he processed the feel of her lips against his. She pulled back slightly, her eyes searching his face. "Did you like that?" she asked, her voice a low purr.

Edgar nodded, his eyes wide with a mix of shock and excitement. "Yes, it was... nice."

Lorina grinned, her heart swelling with pride. "Just nice? Come on, Eddie. You can do better than that."

Edgar's cheeks flushed a light pink, and he looked away for a moment before meeting Lorina's gaze again.

"It was more than nice," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. "It was... it was incredible." She loved seeing him come out of his shell, loved being the one to draw him out.

"Good," she said, her voice soft and approving. "Because I want you to want me, Eddie. I want you to crave me."

Edgar's eyes widened slightly at her words, but he didn't look away. Instead, he reached up and gently cupped her cheek, his thumb brushing against her skin.

"I do want you, Lor. More than anything."

Lorina's heart skipped a beat at his words, her breath catching in her throat. She leaned into his touch, her eyes fluttering closed for a moment. When she opened them again, she saw the sincerity in Edgar's gaze, the raw desire that mirrored her own.

"Show me," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "Show me how much you want me."

Edgar hesitated for a moment, as if considering her words. Then, slowly, he leaned in and pressed his lips to hers again. This time, there was no hesitation, no tentativeness. This time, he kissed her with a fierce intensity that took her breath away.

His lips were soft and warm, yet firm, as they moved against hers. Lorina felt a jolt of electricity course through her body, a sensation that was both exhilarating and overwhelming. She had never felt anything like this before, and she knew that she was hooked.

She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer, deepening the kiss. She could feel his body pressing against hers, his hands exploring her back, her waist, her hips. She could feel the heat of his desire, the way his body responded to her touch. It was intoxicating, and she never wanted it to end.

Edgar's hands moved to her breasts, his fingers tracing the curve of her body through her thin shirt.

Lorina gasped, her body arching into his touch. She could feel the heat of his hands, the way they sent shivers down her spine. She had never felt so desired, so wanted. It was intoxicating.

She broke away from the kiss, her breath coming in short, shallow gasps. 

"Edgar, let's go to my bed, I want to show you something." Lorina said, her voice husky with desire as she took his hand and led him to her bedroom.

They both left the balcony and went into Lorina's room. Edgar sat on her bed, then waited for Lorina to do something. Lorina, however, was taking her time, enjoying the anticipation. 

"Have you ever seen a girl's tits before?"

Lorina asked, her voice a low purr as she stood in front of Edgar, her back to him. She could feel his eyes on her, could sense the anticipation radiating off him.

Edgar hesitated before answering, "No, not really. I mean, I've seen them in movies and stuff, but never... never in person."

Lorina smiled to herself, loving the fact that she was his first. She reached up, slowly pulling her shirt over her head and tossing it onto the floor. She heard Edgar's sharp intake of breath behind her, and it sent a thrill of excitement through her.

"Well, now you can see mine," she said, her voice soft and teasing.

She turned around slowly, her eyes locked onto Edgar's as she revealed her breasts to him. She saw the way his eyes widened, the way his breath hitched as he took in the sight of her. She could see the desire in his eyes, the way he was struggling to maintain control.

"Lor... you're... you're beautiful," he stammered, his voice barely above a whisper. His eyes flicked away from hers for a moment before returning to meet her gaze. She could see the hunger in his eyes, the way he was fighting to keep his composure.

"Thank you, Eddie," she said, her voice soft and appreciative.

Lorina sat on her brother's lap, facing his face like never before. Her breasts slapped Edgar's face as she comforted herself on his lap. She could feel his heartbeat, his breath, and the heat of his body. She was so close to him, so intimate, and it felt so right.

"Do you like my boobs?" Lorina asked, her voice a sultry purr as she pressed her breasts against Edgar's face.

She could feel his breath on her skin, warm and inviting. She could see the desire in his eyes, the way his pupils dilated as he looked at her. She knew he was struggling to maintain control, and she loved it.

Edgar hesitated for a moment before answering, "Yes, I... I love them. They're... they're perfect."

Lorina smiled, her heart swelling with pride. She leaned in, her lips brushing against his ear as she whispered "Tell me how perfect you think they are." She could feel his breath hitch, his body tense beneath her. She loved the power she had over him, the way she could make him squirm with just a few words.

Edgar swallowed hard, his voice barely audible as he replied, "They're... they're so soft and warm. And... and they fit perfectly in my hands."

Lorina felt a shiver run down her spine at his words. She loved the way he described her body, the way he seemed to be in awe of it.

"Do you think they fit in your mouth?" Lorina asked, her voice a sultry purr as she leaned back slightly, giving Edgar a better view of her breasts. She could see the desire in his eyes, the way his gaze flicked from her face to her chest and back again.

Edgar hesitated for a moment, his eyes widening slightly as he processed her words. I don't know. I've never... I mean, I've never tried before."

Lorina smirked, her heart pounding in her chest. She loved the innocence in his eyes, the way he was so eager to please her. "Well, why don't you find out?" she suggested, her voice a low purr. "I know you'd love to suck on your big sister's tits" Lorina said, her voice laced with a mix of amusement and challenge.

She saw Edgar's eyes widen in surprise, a flush creeping up his neck. She knew she was pushing him, but she couldn't help it. She loved seeing him squirm, loved seeing the way his body responded to her words.

"Come on, Eddie. Don't be shy. I won't bite... hard." She leaned back slightly, giving him a better view of her breasts. She knew he wanted to, she could see it in his eyes. She just needed to give him that final push.

Edgar hesitated for a moment longer before leaning in, his eyes locked onto her breasts. He reached out tentatively, his fingers brushing against her skin. Lorina gasped at the contact, her body arching slightly. She could feel the heat of his touch, the way it sent shivers down her spine.

She wanted more, needed more. She wanted to feel his mouth on her, to feel the wet heat of his tongue against her skin.

"Go on, Eddie," she whispered, her voice husky with desire. "Taste me."

He leaned in, his lips brushing against the soft skin of her breast. Lorina gasped at the contact, her body arching into his touch.

She could feel the warmth of his breath on her skin, the softness of his lips as they brushed against her nipple. It was a sensation unlike anything she had ever experienced, and it sent a jolt of electricity coursing through her body.

Edgar hesitated for a moment, as if waiting for her reaction. When she didn't pull away, he grew bolder, his tongue flicking out to taste her. Lorina moaned at the contact, her fingers tangling in his hair as she held him close.

"Oh, Eddie," she whispered, her voice ragged with desire. "That feels so good."

Encouraged by her words, Edgar continued to explore her body with his mouth, his hands.

He was tentative at first, as if unsure of what he was doing, but Lorina guided him, her soft moans and whispered words of encouragement spurring him on.

"Like that, Eddie." she whispered 

She could feel his heart racing, his breath coming in short gasps as he became more confident in his touch. She loved the way he was learning her body, the way he was responding to her every movement.

"Your skin is so soft," he murmured against her chest, his fingers tracing the curve of her waist. "You're so beautiful, Lor."

"Suck my breasts and get all the milk my body produces, suck all my breast milk, you pervert" Lorina said, her voice laced with a mix of amusement and challenge.

Edgar looked up at her, surprise etched on his face. "What? But... but you're not lactating."

Lorina smirked, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Not yet, but I will be soon. And when I am, I want you to be the first to taste it."

"Okay," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "I'll... I'll do it. I'll suck your breasts and drink your milk when you're lactating."

Lorina's heart skipped a beat at his words. She loved the way he was so eager to please her, so willing to do whatever she asked. It made her feel powerful, in control.

"Good boy," she said, her voice soft and approving. "I knew you would."

Edgar continued to suck Lorina's breasts while his hand navigated his sister's perfect body.

He was lost in the sensation, the taste, the feel of her. He had never felt anything like this before, and he knew he would never get enough of it.

Lorina moaned softly, her fingers tangling in Edgar's hair as she guided him. She could feel the heat building between her legs, the wetness growing with each passing moment. She was so turned on, so ready for him.

However, she knew that she could scare her brother if she went too thirsty, she needed to take things slowly.

"Kiss me again, perv."  Lorina whispered, her voice husky with desire as she pulled Edgar's face towards hers. She could feel the heat of his body, the way his breath hitched as he complied. Their lips met in a passionate kiss, their tongues dancing together in a rhythm that was both familiar and new.

Edgar's hands roamed over Lorina's body, exploring every curve, every inch of her. She could feel his fingers tracing the line of her spine, the softness of her skin. She shivered at his touch, her body arching into his.

Lorina couldn't believe what was happening at that moment. She was sitting on her brother's lap, kissing him passionately after he had sucked her breasts. It was a dream come true for Lorina, and she couldn't believe how far they had come in such a short time.

She always wanted to feel Edgar more strongly, to be something more than an older sister, to love him more than a sister would. And she was finally managing to do that.

The thought sent a thrill down her spine, and she deepened the kiss, her tongue exploring his mouth with a newfound urgency. 

Lorina broke away from the kiss, her breath coming in short gasps. She looked into Edgar's eyes, seeing the desire and confusion warring within them. She knew he was struggling with his feelings, with the taboo nature of their relationship. But she also knew that he wanted this, that he wanted her. 

"I fuckin' love you"  Lorina said, her voice a low purr as she looked into Edgar's eyes. Just to kiss him again passionately.

A new love was born there, a love in secret but just as real as a known love. Lorina's tongue inside her little brother's mouth could not deny the love she felt for him. The love she had always felt and denied, but which she was now finally able to feel.

It was the beginning of a new saga in the lives of Lorina and Edgar.

Two lovers who, despite loving each other, were bound by a secret that could destroy their lives if ever exposed.

Lorina, with her blonde hair and big breasts, was a vision of perfection.

Their love was a forbidden fruit, a secret that they both cherished and feared.

Lorina knew that if anyone found out about their relationship, the consequences would be catastrophic. But she also knew that she couldn't deny her feelings any longer. 

The next day, Lorina woke up in her bed at the usual time.  She stretched languidly, her body still humming with the remnants of the night before. She could still feel Edgar's touch, his lips on her skin, his breath on her face. She smiled to herself, a soft, secret smile that she couldn't wipe off her face.

She got out of bed and made her way to the bathroom, her body still feeling the effects of their encounter. She looked at herself in the mirror, her eyes meeting her reflection. She saw the flush in her cheeks, the sparkle in her eyes. She looked different, she felt different. She felt alive.

She took a shower, the hot water cascading over her body, washing away the remnants of the night before.

She closed her eyes, letting the water soothe her skin, her mind drifting back to Edgar. She could still feel his hands on her, his mouth on her breasts. She shivered at the memory, her body responding to the thought.

As she stepped out of the shower, she wrapped herself in a towel and headed to her room. She could hear the sound of voices downstairs, her parents' voices. She paused for a moment, listening. They were talking about something mundane, something that had nothing to do with her or Edgar. She let out a sigh of relief and continued to her room.

She dressed quickly, pulling on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt.

She didn't want to be late for school, didn't want to give her parents any reason to suspect anything. She knew they would never understand, never accept what was happening between her and Edgar. She couldn't let them find out, not yet.

She went downstairs as usual, ate her breakfast as usual and then went to school as usual.

But inside, she felt different. She felt alive.

The school day was  uneventful, filled with the usual monotony of classes and homework. But Lorina's mind was elsewhere. She found herself daydreaming about Edgar, about the way his hands felt on her skin, the way his mouth tasted on hers. She could barely concentrate on her classes, her mind constantly drifting back to their secret encounters.

As the day wore on, she found herself growing more and more restless. She needed to see Edgar, needed to feel his touch again. She couldn't wait until tonight.

She had barely put her hands on him but she already felt that he was her property and her possession.

She wanted to claim him completely, to make him hers in every way possible.

As the last bell rang, lorina and her friends stayed in the corridors for a while, just chatting as they usually do. Most of them were just Lorina's classmates, but Victoria was in the middle of it. Lorina's best friend. Over time, some girls finally accepted the end of the school day and decided to leave school. Victoria saw this as an opportunity to be alone with Lorina and so she did.

They were the last two girls left in the corridor. The silence was deafening, and Lorina could feel Victoria's eyes on her. She turned to face her friend, a small smile playing on her lips.

"What's up with you today, Lor? You seem... different..." Victoria said, her eyes narrowing slightly as she studied Lorina's face.

Lorina shrugged, trying to play it cool. "I don't know what you mean. I'm just the same old me."

Victoria raised an eyebrow. "Yeah, right. You've been daydreaming all day, and you've got this... glow about you. Spill it, girl. What's got you all hot and bothered?" Victoria leaned in, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper.

Lorina hesitated for a moment, her heart pounding in her chest. She knew she couldn't tell Victoria the truth. But she also couldn't keep this secret to herself any longer. She needed to talk to someone, to share this burden that was growing heavier with each passing day.

"Promise you won't tell anyone?" Lorina said, her voice barely above a whisper.

Victoria's eyes widened, but she nodded solemnly. "Of course, Lor. You know you can trust me."

Victoria's voice was soft, encouraging. Lorina took a deep breath, steeling herself for what she was about to reveal.

"I... well, yesterday I saw... met someone..." Lorina said, her voice barely above a whisper. 

Victoria's eyes widened, her curiosity piqued. "Who is it? Do I know him?"

Lorina shook her head, her cheeks flushing slightly. "No, you don't know him. And please, don't ask me any more questions. I need to talk to someone about this, and you're the only one I trust."

Victoria nodded, understanding the gravity of Lorina's words. "Okay... I won't ask any more questions. Just tell me what you need to say."

"I mean... I don't know, it's different. Unlike any guy I've hooked up with or tried anything with... I feel alive"

Lorina finished, her voice barely above a whisper.

Victoria's eyes widened in surprise, she simply nodded "I'm glad you're happy, Lor. That's all that matters to me." 

"Thanks, Vic," Lorina said, her voice soft. "I don't know what I would do without you."

Victoria smiled, her eyes warm. "You don't have to thank me, Lor. That's what best friends are for."

They walked out of the school together, their arms linked. Lorina felt a sense of relief, a weight lifted off her shoulders. She had finally shared her secret with someone, and it felt good.

As they walked, Lorina's mind drifted back to Edgar. She wondered what he was doing, if he was thinking about her too. She couldn't wait to see him, to feel his touch again.

"Hey, Lor," Victoria said, breaking into her thoughts. "Are you going straight home?"

Lorina nodded "Yeah, I think so. I have some homework to do, and I want to get it out of the way early."

"You know, that guy I hooked up with last week invited me to some stupid party, and i thought I'd invite you so I wouldn't have to be alone. So... what you say?"  Victoria asked, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "It's not like you have anything better to do, right?"

Lorina hesitated for a moment, before responding. She knew that the chances of something happening between her and a boy were high, and she didn't want to spoil what she was beginning to feel for her brother.  She didn't want to risk it all for a party that would probably be filled with people she didn't even know.

"Thanks for the invite, Vic." Lorina said "but I think I'll pass. I have some stuff I need to get done at home."

Victoria looked disappointed but understanding. "Alright, Lor. I get it. You're busy with your homework and all. But hey, if you change your mind, you know where to find me."

Lorina smiled, grateful for her friend's understanding. "Thanks, Vic. I appreciate it."

As they parted ways, Lorina headed home, her mind already racing with thoughts of Edgar.

She couldn't wait to see him, to be alone with him. She knew she should be focusing on her homework, but all she could think about was him.

After dinner, Lorina was in her room finishing her homework, 

or at least trying to. Her mind kept wandering back to Edgar. She couldn't help but think about the way his hands felt on her skin, the way his lips tasted. She could still feel the heat of his breath on her neck, the way his body fit perfectly against hers.

She just couldn't stand the fact that she was loving the fact that she'd had sex with her little brother. 

She loved the way he could make her feel, the way she could make him feel. She was hooked, and she knew it.

She tossed her pen onto her desk in frustration, leaning back in her chair and staring up at the ceiling. She needed a distraction, something to take her mind off of Edgar.

She glanced around her room, her eyes landing on a familiar red box tucked away in the corner of her bookshelf. She smiled, an idea forming in her mind.

She stood up and walked over to the bookshelf, pulling the box out and sitting down on the floor. She had forgotten about this box, full of her old memorabilia and keepsakes from her childhood. She opened the lid and began to sift through the contents, a sense of nostalgia washing over her.

There were photographs of her and Edgar as children, their faces dirty and grins wide. There were drawings and paintings she had made as a kid, some of which she had given to her brother as gifts.

There were old school projects, report cards, and even some of her first stories she had written when she was younger. She smiled as she remembered the time she had written a story about a princess who saved her kingdom with the help of a dragon. Edgar had loved that story, and she had read it to him every night for a week.

That box was like a  time capsule, a window into their shared past. A proof of love that, although innocent, could now take on another form.  She picked up one of the drawings, a picture of her and Edgar holding hands, their smiles wide and eyes bright. She remembered the day they had drawn it, sitting side by side at the kitchen table, their legs swinging beneath them. They had been so happy, so carefree. 

But then Lorina hears a noise coming from the hallway. She quickly puts the box away and turns off her light, pretending to be asleep. The door creaks open, and she can see Edgar's silhouette in the doorway.

"Lor?" he whispers, his voice barely audible.

She pretends to be asleep, but he knows she's awake. He walks over to her bed and sits down on the edge, his hand reaching out to brush a strand of hair away from her face.

"Lor, I know you're awake," he says softly.

She opens her eyes, looking up at him in the darkness. She can feel his breath on her face, warm and inviting.

She knows she should say something, but she's frozen, her heart pounding in her chest. She can't believe he's here, in her room, in the middle of the night.

Edgar leans in closer, his eyes searching hers in the dim light. "Lor, I can't sleep," he admits, his voice barely above a whisper. "I keep thinking about you."

She feels a shiver run down her spine at his words. She knows she should tell him to leave, that this is wrong, but she can't bring herself to do it. She wants him here, wants to feel his touch again.

She reaches up, her hand cupping his cheek.

"I can't sleep either," she confesses, her voice barely audible. "I keep thinking about you too."

Edgar's eyes flutter closed at her touch, his body leaning into her hand. "Lor, I... I don't know what this is," he admits, his voice filled with uncertainty. "But I can't stop thinking about you, about us."

She swallows hard, her heart pounding in her chest. "I know," she whispers. "I feel the same way."

He opens his eyes, his gaze intense as it meets hers. "I want to be with you, Lor," he says, his voice filled with a newfound confidence. "I want to be with you all the time."

Lorina's heart skips a beat at his words. She feels a warmth spread through her, a longing that she can't quite understand. She knows she should be cautious, should be thinking about the consequences of their actions. But all she can think about is him, about the way he makes her feel.

"I think I love you" Lorina said, her voice barely above a whisper.

She couldn't believe the words had come out of her mouth, but she knew they were true. She loved him, loved the way he made her feel, loved the way he looked at her.

Edgar's eyes widened in surprise, but he didn't pull away. Instead, he leaned in closer, his lips brushing against hers in a soft, gentle kiss. "I love you too, Lor," he whispered back, his voice filled with emotion.

Lorina's heart swelled with happiness. She had never felt this way before, never felt so alive, so complete. 

"Just kiss me, you pervert"  she whispered, her voice barely audible.

Edgar's eyes widened in surprise, but he didn't hesitate. He leaned in, his lips finding hers in the darkness. She could feel his breath on her face, warm and inviting. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer, deepening the kiss.

She could feel his hands on her waist, pulling her closer, his body pressing against hers. She could feel the heat of his skin through her clothes, the hardness of his body against her softness.

She broke the kiss, her breath coming in short gasps.

"Edgar," she whispered, her voice filled with a mix of desire and caution. "We can't... we shouldn't..."

He looked at her, his eyes filled with a hunger that matched her own. "Why not?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper. 

"I have homework to do."  Lorina whispered, trying to maintain a semblance of reason. "And... and we can't do this here. Not in my room."

Edgar's eyes flickered with a mix of disappointment and determination. "Why not? We've done it before."

"I know, I even liked it a lot. I just... want to keep these things out of my safe space, I hope you understand that."  Lorina's voice was gentle but firm, her eyes meeting Edgar's in the dim light.

Edgar's expression softened, and he nodded slowly. "Yeah, I get it. I just... I want to be with you, Lor. All the time."

He sighed, his fingers tracing patterns on her thigh. "But I understand, Lor."

Lorina felt a warmth spread through her at his words. 

"Our parents are still downstairs?"  Lorina asked, her voice barely above a whisper. 

Edgar nodded, his eyes never leaving hers. "Yeah, they're watching TV in the living room. "

"Fuck." Lorina  sighed, her eyes flickering with a mix of frustration and desire. "I don't know what to do. I can't stop thinking about you, about us. It's like... it's like I'm addicted to you."

Edgar's eyes softened, and he reached out, cupping her cheek in his hand. "I feel the same way, Lor," he whispered. "I can't stop thinking about you either."

She leaned into his touch, her eyes fluttering closed. "I don't know what this means, Edgar. I don't know what we're doing."

"Can we... do it in your room? Since the living room isn't empty" She asked.   

Edgar hesitated for a moment, his eyes flickering with a mix of desire and caution. "I don't know, Lor. What if someone hears us?"

Lorina bit her lip, considering his words. She knew he was right, but she also knew that she couldn't wait any longer. 

"We'll be quiet," she whispered, her voice filled with determination. "And we'll make sure to lock the door. They'll never know."

Edgar's eyes darkened at her words, and she could see the desire burning in them.

He leaned in, his lips finding hers in a hungry kiss.

"Meet me in your bedroom... in thirty minutes. Okay?" Lorina whispered against his lips.

Edgar nodded, a slow grin spreading across his face. "I'll see you in thirty."

Lorina watched him slip out of her room, her heart pounding in her chest. She couldn't believe what she was about to do, but she also couldn't deny the thrill that coursed through her veins. 

She quickly changed into something more comfortable, a simple tank top and shorts.

After thirty minutes, Lorina was in the hallway knocking on Edgar's door. She was just praying that her parents wouldn't see her. She knocked again, her heart pounding in her chest. She heard the door unlock and Edgar opened it, a mischievous grin on his face.

"Hey, Lor," he whispered, pulling her inside. He closed the door behind her and locked it.

"Hey," she whispered back, her eyes scanning the room. It was just like her room, with the same muted colors and minimalist decor. The only difference was the posters on the wall, mostly of bands and movies.

Edgar took her hand and led her to his bed. He sat down, pulling her down with him. She sat on his lap, her legs straddling his waist.

She leaned in, her lips finding his in a soft, gentle kiss. He responded immediately, his hands finding her hips and pulling her closer. "Are you sure about this? We can still stop if you want to."

He looked at her, his eyes filled with a hunger that matched her own. "I've never been more sure of anything in my life." he said, his voice filled with determination.

She smiled, a soft, secret smile that she couldn't wipe off her face.

"Do you want to suck my tits again?" Edgar's eyes widened at her bold words, but he didn't hesitate. He leaned in, his mouth finding her breast through the thin fabric of her tank top. She gasped at the sensation, her fingers tangling in his hair as he sucked and licked, his hands roaming her body.

She could feel the heat building inside her, the desire coursing through her veins. She wanted him, needed him, more than she had ever wanted anything in her life.

"Edgar," she moaned, her voice barely above a whisper. "I want you."

He looked up at her, his eyes dark with desire. "What do you want, Lor?" he asked, his voice hoarse.

"Tell me what you want."

Lorina's heart raced as she looked into his eyes. 

"I want my little brother." Lorina whispered, her voice filled with a mix of desire and a hint of mischief.

"Do you know what I want, Lorina?" Edgar asked, his voice low and husky. His hands were still roaming her body, sending shivers down her spine.

She shook her head, her breath hitching as his thumb grazed her nipple. "No, what do you want?"

"I want my big sister." Edgar's response was immediate, his voice filled with a hunger that matched her own.

Lorina's heart skipped a beat at his words, a warmth spreading through her at the realization that he wanted her just as much as she wanted him.

She leaned in, her lips finding his in a passionate kiss. He responded eagerly, his hands gripping her hips and pulling her closer. 

"We should... we should be quiet," she whispered, her eyes flickering towards the door.

Edgar nodded, a mischievous grin spreading across his face.

"Don't worry, Lor. I'll make sure you can't make a sound." He leaned in, his tongue finding the roof of her mouth, exploring every inch of it.

Lorina moaned softly, her hands gripping his shoulders as she melted into him.

"Eddie... I want to do something..."  Lorina whispered, her voice barely audible.

Edgar raised an eyebrow, a playful smirk on his lips. "Oh yeah? And what might that be?"

Lorina bit her lip, trying to suppress a smile.

"I want to breastfeed you. I want to fill your mouth with my breast milk."  He looked up at her, his eyes filled with a mix of curiosity and desire. "You want to... breastfeed me?" he asked, his voice filled with a hint of uncertainty.

Lorina nodded, her cheeks flushing slightly. "Yes..." she whispered. "I want to feel you suckling on me, like you used to when you were a baby."

"I will sit on your bed, and you will lie on my lap just like a baby lies on its mother's lap to suck her breasts."

Lorina's voice was soft yet firm, her eyes never leaving Edgar's. She could see the curiosity and a hint of excitement in his eyes. She knew he was intrigued, and she was thrilled to see that he was willing to explore this new dynamic with her.

Edgar hesitated for a moment, his eyes flickering with a mix of uncertainty and desire. "Are you sure about this, Lor? It's... it's a bit different, isn't it?"

Lorina nodded, her voice filled with determination. "Yes, it is. But I want to try it, Eddie. I want to feel you like that."

Edgar took a deep breath, his eyes never leaving hers. "Okay, Lor. Let's do this," Edgar said, his voice filled with a newfound determination.

Lorina got off his lap and then sat on his bed. Just waiting for him to lay on her lap.

She looked at him with a mix of anticipation and nervousness. Edgar, on the other hand, seemed to be in a state of shock. He was staring at her, his eyes wide with disbelief. Lorina could see the wheels turning in his mind as he tried to process what was happening.

"Lorina, are you sure about this?" Edgar asked, his voice barely above a whisper. "This is... this is different."

Lorina nodded, her eyes never leaving his. "Yes, I'm sure. I want to do this, Eddie."

Edgar took a deep breath, his eyes flickering with a mix of uncertainty and desire.

Edgar hesitated for a moment before slowly lowering himself onto Lorina's lap, his head resting on her thighs. He looked up at her, his dark eyes filled with a vulnerability that made Lorina's heart ache.

"Like this?" he asked softly, his voice barely above a whisper.

Lorina nodded, her heart pounding in her chest. "Yes, just like that," she replied, her voice gentle.

She could feel the heat of his body through his clothes, the weight of him on her lap sending a shiver down her spine. 

"Now start sucking my tits. I'll masturbate you in the meantime."  Lorina whispered, her voice filled with a mix of desire and mischief. She reached down, her hand finding Edgar's erection through his pants. He gasped at her touch, his hips jerking slightly.

"Lorina, what are you doing?" he asked, his voice filled with a mix of surprise and desire.

"I'm going to make you feel good, Eddie," she replied, her voice filled with a soft, sultry tone. 

Edgar's breath hitched as she began to stroke him through his pants, her hand moving in slow, rhythmic motions. She could feel him growing harder, his body responding to her touch.

"Suck my tits, Edd. Don't disappoint Mommy."  Lorina's voice was soft yet firm, her eyes never leaving Edgar's as she continued to stroke him through his pants. She knew he was nervous, but she also knew that he was excited, that he wanted this just as much as she did.

Edgar started sucking his older sister's breasts, At that point it wasn't new, but the breastfeeding fetish was. Which led Edgar to be more apprehensive about everything that was happening.  He was sucking on Lorina's breasts, just like a baby would, and she was stroking his penis. The sensation was strange, yet incredibly arousing. 

Lorina moaned softly, her head falling back as she continued to stroke him.

"Eddie," she moaned, her voice filled with a mix of pleasure and desperation.

"That feels so good. Don't stop."

Edgar's eyes fluttered closed as he continued to suckle on her breast, his hand reaching up to cup her other breast, his thumb gently rubbing her nipple. Lorina could feel the heat building inside her, the desire coursing through her veins. She wanted more, needed more.

She could feel the wetness between her legs, the ache that only he could satisfy. She looked down at him, his eyes closed, his face pressed against her breast. He looked so innocent, so vulnerable. Yet so hot.

"Lorina..."  he moaned, his voice filled with a mix of pleasure and desperation. "I can't... I can't stop."

Lorina smiled, her heart swelling with a mix of love and desire. 

"Don't stop, Eddie," she whispered, her voice filled with a soft, sultry tone. "Keep sucking."

Edgar moaned again, his hand reaching up to grip her thigh, his fingers digging into her soft flesh. Lorina could feel the heat of his touch, the way it sent shivers down her spine.

Lorina's thoughts were consumed by the sensation of Edgar's mouth on her breast, the way his tongue swirled around her nipple, the way his lips sucked gently. 

"Lorina... I think you are the best sister anyone could ask for."  Edgar's voice was soft, his eyes still closed as he continued to suckle on her breast. Lorina's heart swelled with a mix of love and desire, her fingers tangling in his hair as she guided his head, encouraging him to take more of her breast into his mouth. 

"Don't say that you idiot, it'll make me even wetter." Lorina whispered, her voice filled with a mix of desire and amusement. "

His eyes still closed as he continued to suckle on her breast.

The two stayed like that for a long time, Edgar sucking his sister's breasts and Lorina masturbating his penis. Although small, it was strong enough not to have cum until then. 

Lorina's hand was moving faster now, her breath coming in short gasps as she watched Edgar's face contort with pleasure. She could feel his body tensing, his hips jerking slightly as he neared his release.

"Lor... I'm... I'm going to..." he stammered, his voice filled with a mix of pleasure and uncertainty.

"Cum for me, Eddie," Lorina whispered, her voice filled with a soft, sultry tone. "Cum for Mommy."

Edgar's body tensed, and with a final suck on her breast, he let out a low moan, his body convulsing as he came in her hand.

Lorina felt a surge of satisfaction, not just from the physical pleasure, but from the intimacy they shared. She continued to stroke him gently, her touch softening as he began to come down from his high.

Edgar's eyes fluttered open, and he looked up at her, a mix of surprise and pleasure in his gaze. "Lorina," he whispered, his voice hoarse from the intensity of his orgasm. "That was... that was incredible."

Lorina smiled, her heart swelling with affection. "I'm glad you liked it, Eddie," she said softly, her fingers still gently stroking him.

"I love making you feel good."

Edgar looked up at her, his eyes filled with a mix of gratitude and something else, something deeper. "I love making you feel good too, Lor. You have no idea."

Lorina's heart skipped a beat at his words. She knew he meant it, could see it in his eyes. She leaned down, her lips finding his in a soft, gentle kiss. "I know," she whispered against his lips. "I feel it too."

Edgar's arms wrapped around her, pulling her closer. She could feel his heart beating against her chest, could feel the heat of his body.

She wanted to stay like this, wrapped in his arms, forever. She felt safe, loved, desired. She felt like she belonged.

Edgar seemed to be in no hurry to let her go either. His arms tightened around her, his face buried in her neck. She could feel his breath on her skin, warm and steady. She could feel his heart beating against her chest, matching the rhythm of her own.

After a few minutes the two lay down on the bed, Edgar on top of Lorina, with his face between her breasts and his legs almost hugging her waist.  Lorina's hand was still on Edgar's now flaccid penis, gently stroking it. Edgar's hand was on Lorina's thigh, his fingers tracing patterns on her soft skin.

"Lor," Edgar mumbled, his voice muffled by her breasts. "That was... that was something else."

Lorina chuckled softly, her fingers tangling in his hair. "I'm glad you liked it, Eddie."

Edgar looked up at her, his eyes filled with a mix of confusion and curiosity. "But... why did you want to do that? The breastfeeding thing, I mean."

Lorina hesitated for a moment, her eyes flickering with a mix of uncertainty and vulnerability.

"I just... like the idea."  Lorina said, her voice soft and thoughtful. "I've always been curious about it, you know? The intimacy of it, the vulnerability. And with you, Eddie... it just felt right."

Edgar nodded slowly, his fingers still tracing patterns on her thigh. "It did feel right," he agreed. "But I still can't believe we did that. I mean, you're my sister."

"And how do you feel about that? About the fact that you're having sex with your older sister?" Lorina asked, her voice soft and cautious. She could see the wheels turning in Edgar's mind, could see the conflict in his eyes.

Edgar hesitated for a moment, his fingers pausing in their movements on her thigh. "I don't know, Lor," he said finally, his voice filled with a mix of uncertainty and honesty. "It's... weird, you know? But at the same time, it feels... right. I can't explain it." He sighed, his breath warm against her skin. 

"But how do you feel?" He asked, his voice barely above a whisper. "Do you feel... weird about it too?"

Lorina took a deep breath, her fingers still tangling in his hair. 

"Edgar... I'm not like most people. I think you learned that the moment I confessed to you. It's weird but that's the way I am. You know, when we're doing this, my brain flashes to me, it reminds me, who you are, and what you are to me. It flashes me images of when you were just a child, our innocent memories together, our fights, everything. He did this in an attempt to disgust me, but like I said, I'm not most people. It just makes me hornier."  Edgar looked up at her, his eyes filled with a mix of surprise and curiosity. "It does?" he asked, his voice filled with a hint of disbelief.

Lorina nodded, her fingers still tangling in his hair. "Yeah," she said softly. "It's like... it's like... I don't know, I just love the fact that I'm fucking my little brother."

Lorina's voice was filled with a mix of honesty and a hint of defiance, her eyes never leaving Edgar's. She could see the shock and confusion in his eyes, but she also saw the curiosity, the desire to understand her better.

Edgar's fingers paused on her thigh, his eyes flickering with a mix of uncertainty and curiosity. "But... why? Why does it make you hornier?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

Lorina sighed, her fingers still tangling in his hair. "I don't know, Eddie. I just think I'm into incest."  Lorina's voice was soft, her eyes never leaving Edgar's.

Edgar's fingers resumed their gentle tracing on her thigh, his eyes filled with a mix of thoughtfulness and acceptance. "I see," he said finally, his voice filled with a soft understanding. "I guess... I guess I can understand that. In a way, it's kind of... hot."

"It is, isn't it?" she said softly, her fingers still tangling in his hair.

"But I want to know what you think, Eddie. Do you think it's hot too?"

Edgar hesitated for a moment, his eyes flickering with a mix of uncertainty and vulnerability. "I don't know, Lor," he said finally, his voice filled with a hint of honesty. "I mean, it's weird, right? We're siblings. But... but  I can't deny that it feels good. "

Edgar's voice was soft, his eyes never leaving Lorina's as he spoke. "I mean, it's not like I've ever thought about this before, you know? But with you, Lor... it just feels right. It feels good."

Lorina's heart swelled at his words, a warmth spreading through her at the realization that he felt the same way. "It does feel good, doesn't it?" she whispered against his lips.

Edgar nodded, his arms tightening around her. "Yeah, it does," he murmured, his voice filled with a mix of contentment and desire.

"You... You know, I love it when people reaffirm what I'm doing."  Lorina said with a playful smirk. "I love it when people say I'm fucking my own brother, especially when I actually am."

Lorina's voice was filled with a mix of mischief and desire, her eyes sparkling with a playful gleam.

"Well, then, i love it when my big sister fucks me." 

Edgar said, his voice filled with a mix of playfulness and desire. He looked up at Lorina, his dark eyes filled with a hunger that matched her own. "I love it when you fuck me, Lor. I love it when you use me for your pleasure."

Lorina's heart skipped a beat at his words, a warmth spreading through her at the realization that he was willing to embrace this new dynamic with her. "I love it too, Eddie," she whispered against his lips. "I love fucking you."

The two kissed, all while Lorina was still masturbating Edgar's flaccid and cum-covered penis.

She loved the feeling of his soft, warm skin under her fingers. She loved the way he responded to her touch, even when he was spent. She loved the intimacy of it all, the way they could be so open and honest with each other.

"Are you going to cum soon, naughty boy?" 

Or do you need a little more help?" Lorina whispered, her voice filled with a mix of amusement and desire as she continued to stroke Edgar's penis. She could feel it growing harder in her hand, the skin soft and smooth under her touch. She loved the way he responded to her, the way his body betrayed his desires even when his mind was still trying to process them.

Edgar's breath hitched, his hips jerking slightly as she continued to stroke him. "I... I don't know," he stammered, his voice filled with a mix of uncertainty and desire. "I think... I think I'm close."

Lorina smiled, her fingers still gently stroking him.

"That's good, Eddie. I want to feel you cum again. I want to feel you fill my hand with your cum."

"Lorina... I... I can't... I'm going to... I'm going to cum again" he stammered, his voice filled with a mix of pleasure and desperation.

Lorina's heart raced as she felt him growing harder in her hand, his body tensing as he neared his release. She loved the feeling of power she had over him, the way she could make him feel so good, so desired.

She loved the way he looked at her, with a mix of awe and desire, as if she was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen.

"Cum for big sis, Eddie" she whispered, her voice filled with a soft, sultry tone.

Edgar's body tensed, and with a final stroke from Lorina's hand, he let out a low moan, his body convulsing as he came again, this time filling her hand with his warm, sticky cum.

Lorina felt a surge of satisfaction, her own body aching with desire as she watched him come undone at her touch.

"Oh, Eddie," she whispered, her voice filled with a mix of pleasure and affection. 

"Lorina, that was... that was incredible," he said softly, his voice hoarse from the intensity of his orgasm.

Lorina smiled, her fingers still gently stroking him, spreading his cum around his now sensitive penis. "I'm glad you liked it, Eddie." she said softly.

"Now come on, let's sleep with big sister, shall we? Stay where you are, and just sleep while drowning in my breasts." Lorina whispered, her voice filled with a soft, sultry tone. She could feel Edgar's body relaxing against hers, his breath growing steady and even as he drifted off to sleep. She loved the feeling of his weight on her, the way his body fit perfectly against hers.

As she lay there, her fingers still gently stroking Edgar's hair, she couldn't help but feel a sense of contentment. She had always been so lost, so confused about her place in the world. But with Edgar, she felt like she belonged. She felt like she was finally understood, finally accepted.

She felt like she was home.

Lorina took her hand off Edgar's cock and licked her cum-stained fingers before falling sleep.

For her, a new era was beginning there.

The next day, they dawned in the same place where they had fallen asleep. The room was still warm,  the air filled with the scent of their lovemaking. Lorina's breasts were still bare, her nipples still sensitive from Edgar's attentions. Edgar was curled up against her, his dark hair splayed out on her skin.

Lorina looked down at him, a soft smile playing on her lips. She could still feel the remnants of his cum on her hand, the sticky residue a testament to their night of passion. She felt a sense of pride, of accomplishment, at having brought him to such heights of pleasure.

She knew that she had given him something special, something that he would remember for the rest of his life. And she was determined to give him more.

Lorina shifted slightly, her body aching from their marathon session. She looked down at Edgar, his face still buried in her breasts, his breath warm and steady against her skin. She could see the dark circles under his eyes, the signs of exhaustion from their late-night activities.

She smiled to herself, knowing that she had played a part in that. She loved the idea of wearing him out, of leaving him spent and satisfied.

A new era in Lorina's life was just beginning. She had found something, someone, who made her feel alive, who made her feel like she belonged. And she was determined to explore this newfound connection with Edgar, no matter where it led them.

As the days turned into weeks, Lorina and Edgar fell into a comfortable routine. They spent every possible moment together, exploring each other's bodies and minds. Lorina introduced Edgar to new experiences, new pleasures, and he was eager to learn, to please her.

They spent hours exploring each other's bodies, their hands and mouths discovering every inch of skin, every sensitive spot. Lorina taught him how to touch her, how to make her writhe and moan, and in turn, Edgar showed her what he liked, what made him hard and eager.

Her relationship with Edgar was just beginning, not as two sex addicts but as two lovers who truly loved each other. At first, Edgar was more resistant to this love, but over time, and with Lorina's encouragement, he became more and more submissive to her. Not sexually, but emotionally. In bed, it was the other way around.

Edgar was the dominant one, always eager to please Lorina, to make her feel good. He was always ready to go down on her, to lick and suck her until she came undone. He loved the taste of her, the way she responded to his touch. He loved the way she looked at him when he was between her legs, her eyes filled with a mix of desire and gratitude.

He loved the way she moaned his name, the way she tangled her fingers in his hair and guided him, encouraging him to take more of her into his mouth.

He loved the way she tasted, sweet and salty, a unique flavor that was all her own. He loved the way her body responded to him, the way her hips bucked and her breath hitched as he brought her closer and closer to the edge.

A little man who was initially innocent and naive turned into a monster, thirsty for sex. Thirsty for pussy, thirsty for his older sister. Lorina was not alone in this and shared the same feelings as Edgar.  She was just as eager to please him, to make him feel good. She loved the way he responded to her touch, the way his body tensed and his breath hitched as she explored him.

She loved the way he looked at her, his eyes filled with a mix of desire and vulnerability. 

But this relationship between the two of them, which started out as just a game, gradually became more and more serious.

Their daily lives were increasingly focused on each other.  Lorina found herself looking forward to the moments when she could sneak away from her chores and homework to be with Edgar. She would find him in his room, his eyes glued to a book or his laptop, but his mind always seemed to wander to her.

Edgar would find himself daydreaming about Lorina, about the things they had done together, about the things he wanted to do to her. He would find himself hard and aching, his body yearning for her touch.

He would imagine her hands on him, her mouth on him, her body wrapped around him. He would imagine her moans and cries of pleasure, her body writhing beneath him as he brought her to the edge and pushed her over.

Lorina, too, found herself constantly thinking about Edgar. She would find herself touching herself, her fingers tracing the same path that Edgar's had taken, her body aching for his touch. She would imagine him inside her, his body moving against hers, his breath hot on her neck.

Their relationship was becoming more and more intense, more and more consuming. They were no longer just fucking, they were making love.

Hiding the relationship from the family was an essential but complicated part of their new dynamic.

They had to be careful, always aware of the potential consequences if they were caught. But the thrill of secrecy only added to the intensity of their connection.

Lorina loved to pretend she was just a sister to Edgar in front of her parents, asking him about his day at school, helping him with his homework.

She would catch him stealing glances at her, his eyes lingering on her lips, her breasts, and she would smile to herself, knowing that he was thinking about the same things she was.

Her parents' naivety played a big part in this, they never imagined that their eldest daughter would be fucking their youngest son. 

They were too busy with their own lives, too wrapped up in their own little world of work and socializing to notice the subtle changes in their children's behavior.

Lorina and Edgar, however, were acutely aware of the risks they were taking. They knew that if they were caught, their lives would be turned upside down. They knew that they would be judged, shamed, and possibly even ostracized by their community. But despite the risks, they couldn't help but feel drawn to each other, unable to resist the pull of their forbidden love.

They found themselves stealing glances at each other during family meals, their knees brushing under the table, their eyes locking for a moment longer than necessary. They would find excuses to be alone together, sneaking off to Lorina's room or the quiet corner of the backyard, their hearts pounding with anticipation and fear.

In fact, they had even categorized their parents' routine so that they could be left alone in peace, a schedule with times and days.

On Mondays, both her parents would be out from morning until early afternoon. 

On Tuesdays, her mother would only be out in the morning and at home for the rest of the day. Her father continued with his Monday schedule.

The same went for Wednesday.

On Thursdays, her mother would only be out in the afternoon, but would be home in the morning. Her father would have the same schedule as on Monday.

On Fridays, the day would resemble Monday. Both parents would be out from morning until early afternoon. This was their favorite day of the week, as it gave them the most time together. Monday was the beginning of the week so they weren't as excited as on Friday.

Saturday was a bit trickier. Their mother would be home all day, but sometime their father would be out from morning until late afternoon. They had to be more careful on this day, but they still managed to find moments to be alone, often sneaking off to Edgar's room when their mother was engrossed in her favorite TV shows.

Sunday was the only day they didn't have a set schedule for their parents. Sometimes they would be out all day, other times they would be home all day.

But they had a system, a way of communicating without words, a silent language that only they understood. A look, a touch, a subtle nod, and they knew what the other was thinking, what the other needed.

Lorina would often find herself stealing glances at Edgar during the day, her heart fluttering when their eyes met. She would feel a rush of desire, a heat that would spread through her body, making her ache for him. She would imagine him touching her, his hands on her breasts, his mouth on her neck. She would imagine him inside her, his body moving against hers, his breath hot on her skin.

Every fifth of the month their parents left the house to go shopping. This was perfect for both of them, they usually liked to fuck all day, especially when they were on a day off from school.  They would wake up early, make breakfast together, and then spend the rest of the day exploring each other's bodies. They would take breaks to eat lunch, watch a movie, or just lie in bed and talk about their day. But mostly, they would be lost in each other, their bodies entwined, their hearts beating as one.

Lorina loved to see her little brother sucking her tits, and she loved to suck her little brother's little cock.  She loved to see him squirm and writhe under her touch, his body tensing and relaxing with each stroke of her tongue. She loved the way he tasted, the way he smelled, the way he felt in her mouth.

Edgar loved to see his sister's big tits bouncing as she rode him, her long blonde hair cascading down her back. He loved the way she moaned, the way she gasped, the way she bit her lip as she came undone on top of him. He loved the way she felt, the way she moved, the way she took control.

He loved the way she looked at him, her eyes filled with a mix of desire and dominance. He loved the way she touched him, her hands exploring every inch of his body, her fingers tracing patterns on his skin.

But as much as he loved it, he also felt a sense of unease. He was still young, still naive in many ways, and this relationship with Lorina was pushing him out of his comfort zone. He was learning new things, experiencing new feelings, and it was both exhilarating and terrifying.

He often found himself wondering if this was normal, if other brothers and sisters felt this way about each other. But he knew, deep down, that this was different. This was taboo. 

Yet, despite the constant whisper of doubt in the back of his mind, he couldn't deny the way his body responded to Lorina. He couldn't deny the way his heart raced when she was near, the way his breath hitched when she touched him. He was addicted to her, to the way she made him feel, to the way she saw him.

No room in the house was safe from their games, no corner was left unexplored. They had even started to experiment with new things, pushing the boundaries of their desire. Whether it's the living room, the hallway, the kitchen, the balcony, the backyard or the bathroom. Everything was in danger of being targeted by them.

The only place they hadn't ventured into yet was their parents' bedroom. It was a line they had both agreed not to cross, a boundary they were determined to respect. At least for now.

The thought of their parents' bedroom was a constant reminder of the reality they were living in, a reality that was both exhilarating and terrifying. They were playing with fire, and they knew it. But they couldn't help themselves. They were drawn to each other like moths to a flame, unable to resist the pull of their forbidden love.

9 months have passed since the night Lorina slept in Edgar's room. With him completely drowned in her breasts and her hand soiled with his seed. 

It was a Friday, the day they liked best. Their parents had left early in the morning, leaving them with the entire house to themselves.

Lorina woke up to the sound of Edgar's soft snores, his head still resting on her stomach. She smiled down at him, her heart filled with a warmth that had nothing to do with the sun streaming through the window.

She gently traced patterns on his back, her fingers lingering on the scars that marred his skin. They were a reminder of a past she knew nothing about, a past he refused to talk about. But she didn't mind. She loved every inch of him, scars and all.

Edgar stirred awake, his eyes fluttering open to meet hers. He smiled, his face still soft with sleep.

"Morning, sis," he murmured, his voice hoarse from the night's activities.

Lorina chuckled, her fingers still tracing the lines of his back. "Good morning, little brother," she replied, her voice laced with a playful tease.

Edgar rolled off her, his body landing with a soft thud on the mattress. He stretched, his muscles flexing as he yawned. "I think I'm going to need a shower," he said, his eyes flicking to the mess they had made of the sheets.

Lorina nodded, her eyes following his gaze. "Yeah, me too. I think we might need a whole new set of sheets," Lorina laughed, her eyes sparkling with amusement.

Edgar grinned, his dark eyes crinkling at the corners. "Well, we can't have our parents finding out about us, can we?" he said, his voice taking on a serious tone.

Lorina's smile faded slightly, her eyes softening as she looked at him. "No, we can't" she agreed, her voice barely above a whisper.

She knew the risks they were taking, the potential consequences if they were caught. But she also knew that she couldn't turn back now. She was in too deep, her heart and her body entwined with Edgar's in a way that she couldn't imagine ever untangling.

Edgar went to take a shower and Lorina came in just after he had finished. The whole day was theirs from then on. But first they both decided to set new standards for what they were experiencing.

They were both on the balcony just looking at the sun and the neighborhood when all the talk started.

Lorina was leaning on the railing, her long blonde hair cascading down her back, her big breasts barely contained by her thin t-shirt. Edgar was sitting on the floor, his back against the wall, his dark eyes watching her.

Lorina caught him staring and smirked. "What are you thinking about, little brother?" she asked, her voice playful.

Edgar blushed slightly, his eyes flicking away from her. "Nothing," he muttered, his voice barely audible.

Lorina raised an eyebrow, her smirk growing wider. "Nothing, huh? You sure about that?" she teased, her voice laced with a hint of challenge.

Edgar looked back at her, his eyes meeting hers for a moment before flicking away again. "I was just thinking...about last night," he admitted, his voice soft.

Lorina's smirk faded, replaced by a soft smile.

She walked over to Edgar, her hips swaying slightly with each step. She sat down next to him, their shoulders touching.

"Me too," she said softly, her voice barely above a whisper. "I can't stop thinking about it."

"But you're probably thinking differently, but not the way I am." He said , his eyes meeting hers, a hint of mischief in them.

Lorina chuckled, her fingers playing with the hem of her t-shirt. "Oh, really? And what exactly am I thinking?"

Edgar leaned in, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "You're thinking about how much you want to do it again. How much you want to feel me inside you again."

Lorina's breath hitched, her heart pounding in her chest. She knew he was right. She couldn't stop thinking about it, about the way he had felt inside her, about the way he had made her feel.

She looked at him, her eyes filled with a mix of desire and vulnerability.

"And what about you?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. "What are you thinking about?"

"Are we... are we dating?"  Edgar asked, his voice hesitant, as if he was afraid of the answer.

Lorina looked at him, taken aback by the question. She had never really thought about it in those terms. 

"We're not exactly dating..." she said slowly, choosing her words carefully. "We're... exploring something. Something special."

Edgar's expression darkened, his eyes flicking away from hers. "I know." he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "I know it's complicated. But I can't help how I feel, Lorina. I can't help that I... I care about you."

Lorina's heart skipped a beat, her breath catching in her throat. She had never heard him say those words before, had never heard him admit that he cared about her. She felt a warmth spread through her chest, a feeling of love and longing that was both exhilarating and terrifying.

She knew that she cared about him too, that she had feelings for him that went beyond just physical attraction. But she was afraid to admit it, afraid to put a name to those feelings.

"Edgar," she started, her voice soft and hesitant. "I... I care about you too. But I don't know what this means."

He looked at her, his dark eyes filled with a mix of vulnerability and determination. "I don't know either," he admitted

"But you're jealous of me, right? I mean, I remember the time you got angry because you saw me with a girl" He continued.

Lorina laughed, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "Yes, I was jealous... jealous of my little boy." She chuckled, her fingers still playing with the hem of her t-shirt. 

Edgar looked at her, his eyes filled with a mix of surprise and understanding. "I get it," he said, his voice soft. "I feel the same way. I don't want to share you with anyone else either."

Lorina's heart fluttered at his words, a warmth spreading through her chest. She reached out, her hand cupping his cheek, her thumb brushing against his skin. "You're not just my little brother anymore, are you?"

Lorina asked, her voice barely above a whisper. Her thumb was still brushing against Edgar's cheek, her eyes locked onto his.

Edgar covered her hand with his, pressing it gently against his face. "No," he replied, his voice steady and sure. "I guess i'm not."  Edgar replied, his voice barely above a whisper. He leaned into her touch, his eyes never leaving hers. "But what does that make us, Lorina? What are we doing?"

Lorina bit her lip, her eyes searching his. 

"We're... experimenting," she said finally, her voice hesitant. "We're trying to figure out what this is, what we want."

Lorina admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. She looked at Edgar, her eyes searching his for any sign of doubt or fear. She needed him to understand, to be on the same page as her.

"Nothing here is official in a way, I guess." Edgar said, his voice thoughtful. "We're not boyfriend and girlfriend, not in the traditional sense. But we're not just siblings either."

Lorina nodded, her fingers still tracing patterns on Edgar's cheek. "Exactly," she said softly. "We're... something in between. Something unique."

"I would like to be your boyfriend" Edgar said, his voice filled with determination.

She had never heard him say those words before, had never heard him admit that he wanted to be more than just her little brother.

She felt a rush of emotions, a mix of surprise, happiness, and fear. She cared about him too, deeply, but she was scared. Scared of what people would think, scared of what their parents would say, scared of the consequences.

"I... I... my God Edgar... this is a lot for me to process."  Lorina's voice was barely a whisper, her eyes wide with a mix of surprise and fear.

"Sorry if I've said too much. I just thought you might like something more than my older sister"  Edgar said, his voice soft and apologetic. He looked at Lorina, his dark eyes filled with a mix of vulnerability and hope.

Lorina took a deep breath, her fingers still tracing patterns on Edgar's cheek. She knew that she should be scared, that she should be running away from this situation. But she couldn't. She was drawn to him, to the way he made her feel, to the way he saw her.

"I am something beyond that. Fuck, we're... having sex... literally. For at least 9 months."  Lorina said, her voice barely above a whisper. "I've never felt this way about anyone before, Edgar. I care about you, deeply. But I don't know if I am your girlfriend."

Lorina said, her voice hesitant and filled with uncertainty. She looked at Edgar, her eyes searching his for any sign of understanding or acceptance.

Edgar's expression softened, his eyes filled with a mix of understanding and patience. "I know it's complicated, Lorina." he said softly. 

"But then what are you? Tell me something concrete. What are you to me?" Edgar asked, his voice gentle yet firm.

Lorina's breath hitched as she looked into Edgar's eyes. She could see the sincerity in them, the depth of his feelings. She knew she couldn't keep running from this, couldn't keep pretending that this was just a casual fling. She cared about him, deeply. And she knew that she couldn't ignore that anymore.

"Edgar, I want you to close your eyes."  Lorina said softly, her voice barely above a whisper. Edgar looked at her, surprise etched on his face, but he did as he was told. He closed his eyes, his dark lashes casting shadows on his cheeks.

"Now I want you to imagine the future. What do you see?"  Lorina asked, her voice soft and gentle. She could feel the warmth of Edgar's breath on her fingers, his skin soft and smooth beneath her touch.

"I see... us," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "I see us together, laughing, talking, exploring the world. I see us growing older, changing, but always together."

Lorina's heart swelled with a mix of emotions - love, fear, excitement, and uncertainty. She knew that she wanted that future, wanted to be with Edgar in that way. 

"Is that what you want?"  She could feel the weight of her words, the gravity of the situation hanging heavy in the air between them.

"Yes." he said, his voice steady and sure. "That's what I want. I want to be with you, Lorina."

Lorina's heart pounded in her chest, her breath catching in her throat. She knew that she wanted the same thing, that she wanted to see where this path would lead them.

Lorina took a deep breath before replying, "Then I guess that makes me your girlfriend, Edgar."

Edgar's face broke into a wide smile "Really?" he asked, his voice filled with hope and excitement.

Lorina nodded, a soft smile playing on her lips. "Yes, really," she confirmed. "But we have to be careful, Edgar. We can't let anyone know about this. Not yet. But open your eyes, stupid."

Lorina laughed, nudging Edgar playfully. 

Edgar's smile faded slightly, his eyes searching hers. "What do you mean?" he asked, his voice hesitant. "What do you mean, not yet? What are we waiting for?"

Edgar asked, his voice filled with a mix of curiosity and concern. 

Lorina sighed, her fingers still tracing patterns on Edgar's cheek. She knew that she was being cautious, that she was trying to protect them both. But she also knew that she was being irrational, that she was letting her fears control her.

"I don't know," she admitted, her voice soft. "I just... I don't want to rush into this. I don't want to mess it up."

Lorina said, her voice barely above a whisper. She looked at Edgar, her eyes filled with a mix of vulnerability and fear. She knew that she was being irrational, that she was letting her fears control her. But she couldn't help it. She had never felt this way about anyone before, and the thought of losing it, of messing it up, was terrifying.

"We should run away someday." Edgar said his voice filled with a sudden determination. "Just you and me. We could start fresh, somewhere new. Somewhere no one knows us."

Lorina looked at him, her eyes wide with surprise. "What are you talking about, Edgar? We can't just run away. We have school, our parents... our lives." 

Lorina's voice was filled with a mix of disbelief and concern. She couldn't imagine leaving everything behind, starting over somewhere new. It was a thought that both excited and terrified her.

"I'm talking about the future, Lorina. Not now." Edgar said, his voice firm. 

"Is that what you see in your future, Eddie?" Lorina asked softly "Us running away together?"

Edgar nodded, his dark eyes filled with a mix of determination and hope. "Yeah," he said, his voice steady. "I see us living in a small apartment by the beach. We'd wake up every morning to the sound of waves crashing against the shore. We'd spend our days exploring the town, trying new foods, making love under the sun."

Lorina felt a warmth spread through her at his words, a mix of excitement and longing. She could picture it, the two of them together, free from the judgment of others, free to be themselves.

It was a tempting thought, one that she had never considered before. 

"I think I'd rather live in the forest, you know" Lorina said, her voice filled with a sudden longing. "Just you and me, surrounded by nature. We could build a cabin, live off the land."

Edgar chuckled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "A cabin in the woods? Really, Lorina? You'd miss your fancy clothes and makeup."

Lorina laughed, her fingers still tracing patterns on Edgar's cheek. "I'd miss them, but I'd miss you more" she said, her voice soft and sincere.

Edgar's smile faded slightly, his eyes searching hers. "You really mean that, don't you?" he asked, his voice filled with a mix of surprise and wonder.

"I do" she said, her voice soft and sincere "I've never wanted to run away with anyone before."

Lorina admitted, her eyes filled with a mix of vulnerability and longing. She looked at Edgar, her heart pounding in her chest.

Edgar reached out, his hand covering hers, his fingers entwining with hers. "I know it's scary, Lorina," he said, his voice gentle yet firm. "But we have to take a chance. We have to see where this goes."

Lorina looked at him, her eyes filled with a mix of fear and determination.

"Who knows, one day, not too long from now, I hope" she said softly, her voice barely above a whisper.

Edgar's eyes lit up at her words, a wide smile spreading across his face.

Lorina got up and gave Edgar her hand to get up, and they both went to Lorena's room where they lay down on the bed and stayed there for a while, just exchanging caresses before starting their real day.

They didn't even bother to eat or drink anything. They were so lost in each other that they didn't even notice the time passing by. They were in their own little world, a world where only the two of them existed.

As the sun began to set, casting a warm glow over the room, Lorina and Edgar finally came up for air. They lay on the bed, their bodies entwined, their breaths ragged and uneven. Lorina's head was resting on Edgar's chest, her fingers tracing patterns on his skin. Edgar's arm was wrapped around her, his fingers playing with her long blonde hair.

"Wow," Lorina breathed, her voice hoarse from their activities. "That was... something else"

Edgar agreed, his voice equally breathless. He pressed a soft kiss to the top of Lorina's head, his eyes closed as he savored the moment.

Lorina hummed in contentment, her fingers still tracing patterns on Edgar's chest. "I could get used to this," she murmured, her voice lazy and sated.

Edgar chuckled softly, his chest vibrating beneath her ear. "I could too," he said, his voice filled with a warmth that made Lorina's heart flutter.

They lay in comfortable silence for a while, their bodies still entwined, their breaths slowly returning to normal.

"I think our parents will be arriving soon, we need to clean my bedroom" Lorina said, her voice soft and hesitant.

Edgar nodded, his fingers still playing with her hair. "Yeah, you're right," he agreed, his voice reluctant. "But I don't want to move."

Lorina chuckled, her fingers tracing patterns on his chest. "Me neither," she admitted. "But we have to."

They reluctantly untangled themselves from each other and started to clean up the room. They made the bed, picked up their clothes from the floor, and wiped down any surfaces that might have evidence of their activities.

As they worked, they fell into an easy rhythm, their movements in sync with each other.

It was as if they had been doing this for years, cleaning up after themselves, after their passionate encounters. Lorina couldn't help but smile at the domesticity of it all, at the way they worked together as if they were a real couple.

It was a strange feeling, one that both excited and terrified her. 

As they finished cleaning up, they heard the sound of a car pulling into the driveway. Lorina's heart skipped a beat, her eyes widening in panic.

"That's our parents" she hissed, her voice barely above a whisper. "We're not ready for them to see us like this."

"Why not? We finished here" Edgar asked 

"But we're fucking naked" Lorina said, her voice filled with panic. "We can't let them see us like this."

Edgar looked at her, his dark eyes filled with a mix of understanding and amusement. "Calm down, Lorina" he said softly, his voice soothing. "We'll just go to bathroom and get dressed. They won't even know we were in here."

Lorina took a deep breath, her fingers still clutching the sheet to her chest. "Okay," she agreed, her voice still shaky. "But we need to be quick."

Lorina's heart was still pounding in her chest, her breath coming in short gasps. She couldn't believe how close they had come to being caught, how close they had come to their secret being exposed.

As they finished getting dressed, they heard the front door open and the sound of their parents' voices echoing through the house. 

Lorina's heart was still racing, her breath coming in short gasps. She looked at Edgar, her eyes wide with panic.

"What if they come up here?" she whispered, her voice barely audible over the sound of their parents' voices downstairs.

Edgar gave her a reassuring smile, his dark eyes filled with a calmness that seemed to soothe her frayed nerves. "They won't" he said, his voice steady and sure. "They're probably just going to the kitchen to put their bags down. We have plenty of time to get downstairs."

They both went downstairs, both dressed and ready so as not to cause any suspicion, their mother asked them to help, and so they did.  They helped their parents unpack their bags and put away their things.

Lorina and Edgar exchanged secret smiles and stolen glances, their hands brushing against each other as they worked side by side. It was as if they had their own secret language, a silent conversation that only the two of them could understand.

As they finished unpacking, everything seemed fine but then their mother decided to ask a question.

Lorina's mom turned to them and said "You two have been awfully quiet today. Everything alright?"

Lorina and Edgar exchanged a quick glance, a silent understanding passing between them.

"Yeah, Mom," Lorina replied, her voice casual. "We're just tired from all the cleaning we did earlier."

Their mom raised an eyebrow, her gaze shifting between the two of them. "Cleaning, huh? What were you cleaning?"

Edgar spoke up, his voice steady and calm. "Just Lorina's room. It was a mess, and we wanted to surprise you guys with how clean it is now."

Their mom's expression softened, a small smile playing on her lips.

"Well, that was very thoughtful of you two" she said, her voice warm with approval. "I appreciate it." Lorina's mom said, her eyes flicking between the two of them. "You two seem to be getting along really well lately. It's nice to see."

Lorina felt a flush creep up her cheeks, her heart pounding in her chest. She knew that her mother was right, that she and Edgar had been getting along better than ever. But she also knew that there was more to it than that, more than her mother could ever understand.

"That's why you were both sweating and red... I was weirded out" She said, her voice filled with a mix of amusement and concern. 

"Yeah... we were just... sweating because we were cleaning Lorina's room." Edgar replied, his voice casual and nonchalant.

He gave Lorina a quick, reassuring smile, his eyes sparkling with amusement.

Their mother's eyes narrowed slightly, her gaze shifting between the two of them. "Well, that's good to hear." she said, her voice filled with a mix of relief and curiosity. "I've been worried about you two lately. You've been spending so much time together, and I just want to make sure you're both happy."

Lorina felt a wave of guilt wash over her, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment. She didn't want to lie to her mother, but she also didn't want to reveal the truth.

"Mom, we're fine." Lorina said, her voice steady and calm. 

"That's great, darling" Lorina's mom replied, her voice warm with approval. "I'm glad to hear that you two are getting along so well. I've always wanted you both to be close, like best friends."

Edgar smiled at his mother, his dark eyes filled with a mix of gratitude and affection. "We are, Mom," he said, his voice soft. "Lorina is more than just my sister. She's my best friend."

Lorina could do nothing but smile at Edgar's little joke. It was as if the two of them were making fun of her mother's face. Making fun of the fact that she was completely unaware of what happened between them when they weren't at home. 

Time passed, it was night. Almost everyone in the house was asleep.

The only sound that could be heard was the soft ticking of the grandfather clock in the hallway. Lorina lay in her bed, staring up at the ceiling, her mind racing with thoughts of Edgar. She couldn't stop thinking about their conversation earlier, about the way he had looked at her, about the things he had said.

She rolled over onto her side, her eyes drawn to the window. The moon was full and bright, casting a silver glow over the garden below. 

For Lorina, it was time for a change. To change her strategy. Their mother not trusting them was enough to make them both try to be more careful. They didn't want to risk getting caught, not now that they had so much to lose. 

Lorina was now dating her little brother. An inapplicable reality if you asked the Lorina of the past. But now, with Edgar, everything felt different. She didn't want to lose him, didn't want to risk their secret getting out and ruining everything they had built together.

She knew that they had to be more careful, had to be smarter about how they handled their relationship. She couldn't help but feel a sense of guilt, knowing that they were keeping something so important from their parents. But she also knew that they had to do what they had to do, had to protect themselves and their future together.

A year has passed since Edgar and Lorina started dating. A new life was practically being lived.  An alternate reality.  That's what it felt like to Lorina. She had been thinking about it a lot lately, about how her life had changed so drastically in the past year. She had gone from being a lost, aimless high school student to having a secret relationship with her younger brother. It was a reality she never would have imagined for herself, but here she was, living it.

Life had become a delicate balance of secrecy and stolen moments.

Lorina and Edgar navigated their relationship with the careful precision of sailors charting unknown waters. The house, once a labyrinth of quietude and solitude, was now a battleground of carefully timed encounters and hastily concealed affection.

Lorina's routine had become a study in efficiency. She would wake up early, her mind already racing with plans for the day. She would shower, dress, and make her bed, all while Edgar slept peacefully in his room. She would then head downstairs to start breakfast, her eyes scanning the kitchen for any signs of their parents.

When the coast was clear, she would sneak back up to Edgar's room and gently wake him, her lips brushing against his in a soft morning kiss. A whisper of a reminder that she was his and he was hers. Together, they would navigate the delicate dance of their secret life.

As she gazed at the window, the moon illuminating the night, she contemplated that the only thing they ever had in common was their love for each other. A love that had transcended the boundaries of family and convention. That was the thing that made everything worthwhile. 

A lot of time passed and things continued in the same old routine. But not in monotony, on the contrary, that was what was missing. Their love was what made Lorina's life complete, what made her happy, the reason, the grace of life.  

She was so used to keeping secrets from her parents, but it was the secret that was the worst of all.

Lorina knew to be careful, Edgar knew to be careful, and so they were, but not only for that. They were pretending to be brothers and sisters, but they were not.

They were lovers, secret lovers. They were each other's confidants, each other's solace, each other's joy. They were everything to each other.

The school's last alarm went off when Edgar was in a gym class. It was time to go home, time to see his big love.

Edgar had been counting the minutes until he could see Lorina again. He had spent the day at school, trying to focus on his classes, but his mind had been elsewhere. It had been on Lorina, on the feel of her skin, the sound of her laughter, the way her eyes lit up when she looked at him.

As he walked home, his heart pounded in his chest, his steps quickening with anticipation. He could see the house in the distance, the familiar sight filling him with a warmth that spread through him like a drug.

He opened the front door, his eyes scanning the hallway for any sign of Lorina.

The house was quiet, the only sound the ticking of the grandfather clock in the hallway. He could hear the faint sound of water running upstairs, and he knew that Lorina was in the bathroom, getting ready for their secret encounter.

He made his way upstairs, his heart pounding in his chest. He could feel the anticipation building inside him, a mix of excitement and nervousness. But he also knew that he couldn't wait any longer to see her, to feel her in his arms.

He knocked softly on the bathroom door, his knuckles rapping against the wood.

"Just a moment." Lorina called out, her voice muffled through the door.

Edgar could hear the water shut off, and a few seconds later, the door opened a crack. Lorina's face peeked through, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "What are you doing here?" she whispered, her voice barely audible.

Edgar grinned, leaning in closer. "I couldn't wait any longer to see you."

Lorina's cheeks flushed pink, and she glanced over her shoulder, making sure no one was nearby. "You're crazy," she whispered, but her smile gave her away.

She opened the door wider, letting him in. "You know we can't be too careful."

Edgar stepped inside, closing the door softly behind him. "I know." he said, his eyes never leaving hers. 

Lorina's heart fluttered at his words, her breath hitching in her throat. She leaned in, pressing her lips softly against his. "I missed you too," she murmured against his mouth.

Edgar's arms wrapped around her, pulling her closer. His hands roamed her body, tracing the curves he knew so well. Lorina moaned softly, her body pressing against his, eager for more.

"So... I heard about the Halloween party your friend is having tonight. Are you going?" Edgar asked, his voice filled with a mix of curiosity and excitement. He knew that Lorina had been invited to the party, and he was eager to hear more about it.

"How do you know about this party?"  Lorina asked, her eyes narrowing slightly as she pulled away from Edgar's embrace. "I didn't tell you about it."

Edgar chuckled, running a hand through his dark hair. "I have my sources," he said, a mischievous grin spreading across his face. "Besides, I think the whole school knows about this party"

Lorina rolled her eyes, but she couldn't help but smile back at him. "Fine, yes, I was invited. But I haven't decided if I'm going yet."

Edgar's eyes widened in mock surprise. "What do you mean you haven't decided? It's the biggest party of the year! Everyone's going to be there."

Lorina sighed, running a hand through her long blonde hair. "I know, but it's just... I don't know. It feels like too much. Too many people, too much noise."

Edgar's expression softened, and he stepped closer to her "Hey, it's okay. We can go together if you want. We can make it a fun night, just the two of us."

Lorina looked up at him, her eyes meeting his dark gaze. "Together? Like a couple?"

Edgar nodded, a slow smile spreading across his face. "Exactly. Like a couple" Edgar said, his voice barely above a whisper. 

"Dream about it, buddy" Lorina replied, her voice filled with mock amusement. "You know we can't go to a party together. Not like that. Not to mention that you're too young for this kind of party" 

Edgar reached out, gently turning her face back towards him. "Hey, look at me." he said softly. "We've been careful this long, right? We can keep being careful. And who knows, maybe it'll be fun. A chance to let loose, be someone else for a night."

"I don't even know if I'm going, man, I'm tired of school." Lorina said, her voice filled with a mix of frustration and exhaustion.

"Booooring" Edgar replyed, his voice filled with mock horror. "You can't be serious. You're not going to let a little thing like school get you down. Not when there's a whole world out there waiting for us."

Lorina sighed, her shoulders slumping. "I know, I know. It's just... it's hard, you know? It's like I'm stuck in this endless loop of classes and homework and nothing ever changes."

"Can we have our own party then?" Edgar  suggested, his eyes sparkling with excitement."

Lorina raised an eyebrow, considering the idea. "A party?" Lorina asked, her voice filled with skepticism. "You really think that's a good idea? The last thing we need is to draw attention to ourselves."

Edgar's face fell slightly, but he quickly recovered, a mischievous grin spreading across his face. "Come on, where's your sense of adventure? We've been so careful for so long, don't you think it's time to live a little?"  Edgar pressed, his eyes pleading with Lorina. "We could make it a costume party, no one would recognize us. It would be perfect."

"Costume party? Sounds interesting..." Lorina said, a small smile playing on her lips. 

"We can fuck in front of everyone in costume and no one will know it's us" Edgar said, his voice filled with excitement and mischief.

Lorina's eyes widened in shock. "What? Shut up! I knew I shouldn't even consider your idea." Lorina said, her voice firm but her eyes sparkling with a mix of amusement and curiosity. "But I have to admit, the thought of a costume party is intriguing."

Edgar's face lit up at her words, his eyes gleaming with excitement. "Really? You'd actually consider it?"

Lorina nodded slowly, her fingers tracing patterns on the bathroom counter. "Maybe. But we'd have to be incredibly careful. The idea that we can be who we are without having to hide it from people is interesting, don't you think?"

Lorina mused, her eyes lost in thought.

Edgar nodded eagerly. "Exactly! It's like we can finally be ourselves, without any judgment or expectations."

Lorina sighed, her gaze shifting to the window. "But don't think I'm thinking of throwing a party, I'm just rambling" Lorina said, her voice barely above a whisper. 

"Okay, fine. I don't really care about parties" Edgar said, his voice filled with a mix of frustration and resignation. 

"Let's do something then, our parents are off to some stupid Halloween party and probably won't be back until the early hours. I want to do something other than just fuck, please" Edgar said, his voice filled with a mix of frustration and longing. 

"Well... since it's Halloween... we could do something about it, right?" Lorina asked, her voice filled with a mix of curiosity and excitement.

Edgar grinned, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Well, I was thinking we could go for a drive. Find a secluded spot, maybe even a haunted house or something. It's Halloween, after all."

Lorina raised an eyebrow. "A haunted house? Edgar, that's ridiculous. We're not going to go to some creepy old house just because it's Halloween."

"Do you think we can fuck in costumes?" Lorina asked, her voice filled with a mix of curiosity and excitement. "I mean, if we're going to do this, we might as well make it interesting."

Edgar's eyes widened in surprise, but he quickly recovered, a mischievous grin spreading across his face. "Well, I never thought of that. But I like where your mind is going."

Lorina laughed, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "In a way, we can even do it away from home." 

Edgar's eyes lit up at the suggestion.

"Away from home? Like a road trip or something?"

Lorina nodded, a small smile playing on her lips. "No, Eddie, somewhere secluded. No one would know it's us."

Lorina added, her voice barely above a whisper.  "I mean, we could find a secluded spot, maybe even a cabin or something. We could make a night of it, just the two of us. No one would know where we are, and we could do whatever we want."

"But wouldn't that be the same as what we would do?" Edgar asked , his brow furrowing in confusion. "We'd still be hiding, still keeping secrets."

Lorina shook her head, her eyes distant as she gazed out the window. "No, it wouldn't be the same. We'd be choosing to be together, choosing to be who we are. It wouldn't be about hiding, it would be about embracing."

"But in costumes, right?"  Edgar asked, a mischievous glint in his eye.

Lorina laughed, shaking her head. "You're incorrigible, you know that?"

Edgar grinned, unapologetic. "Guilty as charged."

Lorina rolled her eyes, but she couldn't help but smile back at him. "Fine, yes, in costumes. But we have to be careful, Eddie. We can't let anyone recognize us."

"That's what costume is for, I imagine." Edgar replied, a mischievous grin spreading across his face. 

Lorina laughed, shaking her head. "You're impossible. But I like it. Alright, let's do it. We'll find a secluded spot, maybe even a cabin, and we'll make a night of it. Just you and me."

Edgar's eyes lit up, and he pulled her into a tight hug. "I can't believe you're actually going to do this with me."

Lorina hugged him back, her heart pounding with a mix of excitement and nervousness. "I can't believe I'm doing this either. But it's Halloween, and we're young and stupid, right?"

"And we're going to have fun, no matter what." Edgar said, his eyes sparkling with mischief. 

The two of them planned to get up to some mischief in the late night. That way the streets would be less empty when they went looking for somewhere to fuck. After arranging this, they both watched horror movies while eating popcorn on the living room sofa. Laughing, being scared, being happy. 

They were just two teenagers enjoying a normal Halloween night, or so it seemed.

The house was filled with the soft glow of the television, the flickering images of ghosts and ghouls casting eerie shadows on the walls. The scent of popcorn and candy filled the air, a comforting reminder of the simple pleasures of youth. But beneath the surface, there was a current of excitement, a secret thrill that only they shared.

As the night wore on, the horror movies gave way to comedies, and the laughter filled the room. They laughed at the silly jokes, at the absurd situations, and at each other. It was a simple moment, a moment of pure joy and happiness. 

As the time drew nearer, Edgar had an idea to make things better. At first Lorina refused, but with a lot of pressure from Edgar, she decided to accept the proposal.

Edgar was going to paint a Halloween pumpkin on Lorina's ass.

He had found a small tube of orange paint in the garage, along with some black for the details. Lorina had been hesitant at first, but Edgar's enthusiasm was infectious, and she found herself agreeing to the idea.

Edgar couldn't help but get turned on as he dabbed the paint on his older sister's ass, but he left his hard-on for the right time.  He was careful to make sure the pumpkin was perfectly symmetrical, with a wide, toothy grin and two triangular eyes. Lorina giggled as the cool paint touched her skin, squirming slightly as Edgar worked.

Lorina decided to wear her costume from last year. A tiger costume with a mask and  a tail.  It was a simple costume, but it was one that she loved. It made her feel fierce, powerful. It was a reminder that even though she was lost and confused, she still had a wild side, a side that was untamed and free.

Edgar, on the other hand, had decided to go as a vampire. He had found an old tuxedo in the attic, along with a pair of fangs and some fake blood. He had slicked back his dark hair and paled his skin with makeup, giving him an otherworldly appearance.

Once they were both dressed, they left the house and started walking down the street. It was late at night and you could feel the silence in the street, a contrast to the earlier hours when children passed by and shouted for sweets and treats. Now there was nothing.

As they drove through the quiet streets, the only sound was the hum of the engine and the occasional rustle of their costumes. They had decided to go to an old abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of town. It was the perfect spot for their secret tryst.

The warehouse was tucked away in a secluded part of town, far from prying eyes and curious neighbors. The building was old and rundown, its once-white walls now stained with age and neglect. The windows were boarded up, and the door was locked tight, but Edgar had found an old, rusted key hidden in the bushes nearby. He had used it to unlock the door, and they had slipped inside, their hearts pounding with a mix of excitement and nervousness.

The interior of the warehouse was just as rundown as the exterior. The floor was covered in dust and debris, and the air was thick with the scent of old wood and forgotten things.

But despite the rundown state of the warehouse, there was a certain charm to it. A certain allure that made it the perfect setting for their secret rendezvous.

Lorina and Edgar made their way through the darkness, their footsteps echoing in the vast, empty space. They had brought a flashlight with them, but they kept it off, preferring to navigate by the dim light of the moon that filtered in through the boarded-up windows.

As they walked, Edgar's hand found Lorina's, their fingers entwining naturally. It was a small gesture, but it spoke volumes. It was a reminder that they were in this together, that they were a team.

And as they walked, they couldn't help but feel a sense of anticipation, a sense of adventure. They were breaking the rules, stepping outside of the boundaries that society had set for them. And it felt good.

They found a secluded spot in the corner of the warehouse, away from the prying eyes of the world. It was a small, forgotten room, filled with old furniture and forgotten trinkets. But to them, it was perfect. It was their own little world, a place where they could be who they wanted to be, without judgment or consequence.

The pumpkin painting on Lorina's ass was barely visible, but that didn't matter at the moment. All that mattered was that they were both going to fuck like never before. They started with the usual, Edgar sucking his sister's breasts  through the tiger costume. Lorina moaned softly, her hands tangling in his dark hair. She loved the way he felt, the way he tasted. She loved the way he made her feel alive.

As Edgar's hands roamed her body, Lorina couldn't help but feel a sense of liberation. She was free, free to be who she wanted to be, free to do what she wanted to do. And in that moment, she felt invincible.

Lorina then sucked her brother's tiny cock, making it grow bigger and harder. She loved the way it felt in her mouth, the way it tasted. She loved the way Edgar moaned, the way his body trembled with pleasure.

She loved the way he looked at her, his dark eyes filled with a mix of desire and adoration. She loved him, and in that moment, she knew that she would always love him.

Then they finally decided to do some penetration. Lorina sat down on a piece of wooden furniture in the room, facing her brother and just spread her legs and let Edgar deal with the situation.  He was more than happy to oblige.  He stepped closer, his eyes never leaving hers as he slowly unzipped his pants, letting them fall to the floor. He was already hard, his cock straining against his boxers, eager for release.

Lorina's breath hitched as she watched him, her eyes wide with anticipation. She could feel the heat building between her legs, her body aching for him.

Edgar stepped closer, his hands finding her hips as he pulled her to the edge of the furniture. He hooked his fingers under the waistband of her tiger costume, slowly pulling it down, revealing her to him.

She lifted her hips, helping him as he pulled the costume down her legs, tossing it aside once it was free.

She was left in nothing but her bra and panties, the cool air of the warehouse sending a shiver down her spine. But Edgar's heated gaze quickly warmed her, his eyes roaming over her body, taking in every curve, every line.

He reached behind her, unhooking her bra with a deftness that spoke of practice. She let it fall away, her breasts spilling free. He leaned in, capturing one nipple in his mouth, his tongue swirling around the sensitive bud. She moaned, her hands tangling in his hair, holding him to her.

Edgar's hands found her panties next, sliding them down her legs and discarding them.

Lorina was now completely naked, her body bathed in the dim moonlight filtering through the broken windows. She felt a thrill of vulnerability, but also a sense of empowerment. She was exposed, but she was in control.

Edgar stood before her, his eyes roaming over her body, taking in every detail. He was still dressed in his vampire costume, the tuxedo jacket and tails adding a touch of elegance to his otherwise raw and primal appearance. His eyes were dark with desire, his breath coming in short gasps.

That was the moment. They fucked like two animals. Without stopping for a single minute. Their love for each other was really strong and they knew that they were doing the right thing. They were not ashamed of their actions, they were just enjoying the moment. Lorina's body was pressed against Edgar's, their skin slick with sweat and the faint taste of the orange paint still lingering on her ass. She could feel his heart pounding against her chest, matching the rhythm of her own.

This time, Lorina let Edgar come inside her vagina.  She had never done that before, but she felt a sense of trust and intimacy with him that she had never felt with anyone else. She wanted to feel him completely, to feel his essence inside her. She wanted to feel connected to him in every way possible.

And so, as he thrust into her one last time, she felt him release, his body shuddering as he came undone. She held him close, their bodies still joined, as they both caught their breath.

It was time to leave.  They had been in the warehouse for hours, lost in their own little world. But the real world was waiting, and they had to face it eventually. They got dressed in silence, their bodies still tingling from their encounter. Lorina pulled on her tiger costume, zipping it up with a soft sigh. Edgar adjusted his vampire jacket, making sure the fake blood was still in place.

As they made their way back through the warehouse, Lorina couldn't help but feel a sense of melancholy. She knew that once they left this place, they would have to go back to their normal lives. They would have to hide their secret once again, burying it deep inside them.

But for now, they were content to bask in the afterglow of their encounter, their bodies still humming with the remnants of their passion.

As they stepped out into the cool night air, Lorina couldn't help but feel a sense of loss. The warehouse, with all its forgotten trinkets and dusty corners, had become a sanctuary for them, a place where they could be truly themselves. 

When they got close to their homes, they couldn't help but notice their parents' car. They were both shocked, but they had the perfect excuse.  They were both dressed in their costumes, and they had been out late, having fun. They had a perfect alibi. They were just two teenagers having fun on Halloween.

As they approached their house, a silent understanding passing between them. They would have to be careful, but they were ready.

Lorina and Edgar were surprised to see that the two of them were already asleep. And that they wouldn't have to endure any lectures from them.  They tiptoed inside, their hearts pounding with a mix of excitement and nervousness. They slipped into their rooms, their bodies still humming with the remnants of their encounter.

Lorina crawled into bed, her mind racing with thoughts of what had just happened. She couldn't believe that they had actually done it. They had gone to a secluded spot, dressed up in costumes, and fucked like two animals. She felt a thrill of excitement and a sense of liberation. She had never felt so free, so alive.

The weight of her secret was still there, but it was lighter, less oppressive. She could still hear the echo of Edgar's moans in her ears, still feel the heat of his body pressed against hers. She closed her eyes, a small smile playing on her lips as she drifted off to sleep, her dreams filled with the image of Edgar's dark eyes and the taste of his lips.

Meanwhile, Edgar lay in his bed, his heart still pounding with the remnants of their encounter. He couldn't believe that they had actually done it.  He felt a thrill of excitement and a sense of liberation. He had never felt so free. He could still hear the sound of his crotch hitting his older sister's crotch. 

He could still feel the sensation of her tight, wet pussy enveloping his cock, her juices dripping down his shaft as he thrust into her. He could still see the look on her face, her eyes closed, her mouth open in a silent scream of pleasure. He could still feel her nails digging into his back, her body trembling as she came undone.

For both of them, it was the best night of their lives. Until then.

Two months went by, it was Christmas Eve.  Lorina and Edgar had managed to keep their secret relationship under wraps, their parents none the wiser. They had been careful, their encounters few and far between, always in secluded places, always with the thrill of danger hanging over them. But as the days turned into weeks, Lorina began to feel a sense of unease. She couldn't shake the feeling that something was off, that they were being watched. She tried to dismiss it as paranoia, but the feeling persisted.

With her parents and her brother gone to buy Christmas presents, she was alone at home just trying to forget this feeling. She was lying on her bed, her eyes closed, trying to relax when she heard her phone ring. It was Victoria.  Lorina's heart skipped a beat as she saw the name flash across the screen. Victoria was her best friend, her confidante, her rock. They had been through everything together, from their first periods to their first heartbreaks. But lately, Victoria had been distant, distracted. Lorina had tried to brush it off as holiday stress, but now, seeing her name on the screen, she couldn't shake the feeling of unease.

"Hey Vic." Lorina answered, trying to keep her voice casual.

"Merry Christmas, girl" Victoria shouted across the line, her voice filled with a forced cheerfulness that Lorina couldn't help but notice. "What are you up to?"

Lorina hesitated, her mind racing "Just chilling, you know, waiting for everyone to get back. How about you?"

Victoria sighed, and Lorina could hear the tension in her voice. "I'm at my parents' house. They're driving me crazy. I just need to get out of here."

Lorina felt a pang of sympathy for her friend. She knew how much Victoria hated spending time with her parents, especially during the holidays. 

"I get it, Vic. It's a nightmare. But hey, it's almost over. You'll be back at school in no time."

Victoria's voice dropped to a conspiratorial whisper. "Actually, that's not the only reason I called."

Lorina's heart skipped a beat. She knew that tone, the one Victoria used when she had something big to say. "What's going on, Vic?"

There was a pause, and Lorina could hear the rustle of fabric as Victoria shifted on the other end of the line. "I need to talk to you about something. It's... it's kind of serious."

Lorina's stomach dropped. She had a feeling she knew where this was going.

"Don't scare me like that, just tell me"  Lorina said, her voice barely above a whisper.

Victoria took a deep breath before speaking. "I know about you and Edgar."

Lorina's heart stopped. She felt the blood drain from her face, her hands suddenly clammy. "What do you mean? What are you talking about?"

Victoria sighed. "I saw you two together, Lorina. Halloween night, at the old warehouse. I followed you."

Lorina felt a wave of nausea wash over her. She had been so careful, so sure that no one knew. And now, her best friend, the person she trusted most in the world, knew her darkest secret.

Lorina felt a sense of betrayal wash over her, followed by a wave of panic. But she still tried to lie to her friend.

"And? I don't understand what you're getting at? We didn't do anything wrong there"  Lorina tried to keep her voice steady, but she could hear the slight tremor in it.

Victoria let out a bitter laugh. "You didn't do anything wrong? Lorina, you were fucking your brother. In a warehouse. On Halloween."

Lorina felt a surge of anger at the accusation in Victoria's voice. 

"What the fuck are you talking about, girl? Have you lost your mind?"  Lorina snapped, her voice shaking with anger and fear. "I don't know what you think you saw, but you're wrong. You're so wrong."

Victoria sighed, her voice softening. "I wish I was, Lorina."

"We went there to smoke weed. Nothing like that... And yes, I smoke some with my little brother..."  Lorina said, her voice shaking with anger and fear.

Victoria, however, was not so easily convinced. "I saw you, Lorina. I saw you both. I saw the way you looked at each other, the way you touched each other. I saw the way you left the warehouse together, your bodies still shaking with... whatever it was you were doing in there."

Lorina felt a chill run down her spine. She knew that Victoria was telling the truth, but she couldn't bring herself to admit it.

"Okay, fuck it. I was smoking weed with my brother, not fucking him, and I can confirm that. Now can you tell me why you were following me?"  Lorina demanded, her voice shaking with anger and fear. 

Victoria hesitated for a moment before speaking. "That guy you've been talking about... that you're together, that I've never met, that you seem to avoid talking about. I was curious why you decided to miss the biggest party of the year, the party you always went to. So I decided to check it out. Not to mention that you told me why you were going to stay with him. And guess what I saw? You and your brother, both leaving your house." Victoria's voice was barely a whisper, as if she was afraid someone might overhear.

"I followed you, Lorina. I saw you both go into that warehouse. I heard the sounds of sex, okay? Don't lie to me, it's bad"

Victoria's voice was firm, leaving no room for denial. Lorina's heart sank. She knew she was caught, but she still tried to salvage the situation.

"Okay, fine. We did. We did something stupid, but it was just that one time. It didn't mean anything." Lorina's voice was barely above a whisper, her heart pounding in her chest.

Victoria laughed over the phone, a harsh, bitter sound that made Lorina wince. 

"Hey, don't worry. I really don't care what you do to your brother... I just thought you'd tell me one day... but that never happened."  Victoria's voice was cold, distant. Lorina felt a pang of hurt at the accusation in her friend's voice. She had always been honest with Victoria, always shared her deepest secrets. But this... this was different.

"I'm sorry, Vic. I should have told you. I just... I didn't know how." Lorina's voice was small, apologetic. She felt a sense of shame wash over her, followed by a wave of anger. How dare Victoria judge her like this? She didn't understand, she couldn't understand.

Victoria sighed, her voice softening slightly. "I get it, Lorina. I do. But you have to understand, this is... this is some heavy shit. I mean, I've done some crazy stuff, but this... this is next level."

Victoria's voice was filled with a mix of shock and disbelief.

Lorina could picture her friend, her eyes wide, her hand covering her mouth in surprise.

Lorina sighed, running a hand through her hair. "I know, Vic. I know it's fucked up. But it just... it happened. And now I don't know what to do."

Victoria was silent for a moment, and Lorina could hear the sound of her friend's breathing on the other end of the line. "But relax, if it was good then ok... I guess... just make sure you don't do it again, right?" Victoria's voice was firm, but there was a hint of concern in it.

Lorina felt a wave of relief wash over her. At least Victoria wasn't going to judge her, not completely.

"We're high and then... I don't know somehow, we thought it would be fun... to do that"  Lorina said, her voice still shaking slightly.

"It was fun, I still remember you moaning your brother's name." Victoria chuckled, a hint of amusement in her voice. "But seriously, Lorina, you need to be careful. This is... this is a big deal. If anyone finds out, it could ruin your life."

Lorina nodded, even though Victoria couldn't see her. 

"Thanks for keeping it a secret, Vic."  Lorina said, her voice filled with gratitude. "I don't know what I would do if this got out."

"I know, Lorina. I know. But listen, there's something else I need to tell you." Victoria's voice dropped to a conspiratorial whisper, sending a shiver down Lorina's spine. 

"What?" Lorina asked, her heart pounding in her chest.

She had a feeling she wasn't going to like what Victoria had to say next.

Victoria hesitated for a moment before speaking. "I... I took pictures, Lorina."

Lorina's blood ran cold.

"What do you mean you took pictures? Why would you do that?" 

Lorina asked, her voice barely above a whisper, her heart pounding in her chest.

She felt a wave of panic wash over her, her mind racing with the implications of Victoria's words.

Victoria sighed, her voice filled with a mix of regret and determination.

"I don't know... I just found it... hot... and yes I thought it was hot... don't blame me. You were both fucking like animals."

Victoria's voice was matter-of-fact, as if she was discussing the weather, not the fact that she had pictures of Lorina and Edgar having sex. "I couldn't look away. It was... intense."

Lorina felt a surge of anger and betrayal. "You fucking pervert! And why are you telling me now?" She was shouting now, her voice shaking with rage.

"Hey, don't worry, okay? I've already deleted them, and it was also dark so is barely make you out." Victoria rushed to explain, trying to calm Lorina down. "I'm sorry, okay? I didn't mean to invade your privacy. I got carried away. But I swear, I deleted them. And like I said, it was dark, you can't even see your faces clearly."

Lorina took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down. She believed Victoria, but the thought of those pictures existing, even for a brief moment, made her feel sick. "Okay" she said finally, her voice still shaky. "Okay, I believe you. But please, Vic, you can't tell anyone about this. Ever."

"I won't breathe a word of this to anyone." Victoria promised, her voice firm and reassuring.

Lorina let out a sigh of relief, her body slumping as the tension left her shoulders.

"But can you explain to me why you find incest hot? You fucking pervert" 

Lorina said, her voice shaking with anger

Victoria laughed over the phone, a harsh, bitter sound that made Lorina wince. "Hey, don't judge me, okay? I've seen some weird shit in my life, and I've done some weird shit too. but hey, you're the one fucking a relative, not me." Victoria retorted, her voice filled with a mix of amusement and disbelief.

"Have you finished? You called me on Christmas Eve just to say that you found my brother and me having sex, hot, and that you took photos but deleted them? is that what you have to say?" 

Lorina asked, her voice shaking with anger and fear.

"I know it's fucked up, Lorina. But you can't keep living like this, you need to face this, deal with it, and move on." Victoria said, her voice filled with a mix of concern and exasperation.

"Ok, girl" Lorina said, her voice softening. "I get it. You're right. I need to deal with this. I don't know where to start."

Victoria sighed, her voice gentle. "Well, I don't know what to say, I've never been in a similar relationship before. "

Victoria said, her voice thoughtful. "But maybe you should talk to someone about it? A professional, I mean. Someone who can help you sort through your feelings and figure out what you want to do."

"Yeah, I'll check it out. Listen, I have to go. Sorry about that. And thanks again for keeping it a secret." Lorina said, her voice filled with gratitude.

She knew that Victoria had done the right thing by deleting the pictures, but the fact that they existed at all made her feel sick to her stomach.

"Ok Lor, have a good Christmas. see you later" Victoria said before hunging up

Lorina hung up the phone, her mind racing with a million thoughts.

She couldn't believe that Victoria had seen her and Edgar like that, had taken pictures of them. It was surreal, like something out of a bad dream. She couldn't even begin to process it.

For Lorina, the good thing was that Victoria seemed to be more on her side than the other side. 

She had been shocked and appalled at first, but she had also been understanding and supportive. Lorina knew that she was lucky to have a friend like her, someone who would stand by her no matter what. But she also knew that she couldn't keep living like this, keeping her secret buried deep inside her. She needed to face it, deal with it, and move on.

But how? She had no idea where to start. She felt like she was trapped in a web of her own making, with no way out.

Lorina spent the rest of the day in a daze, her mind racing with thoughts of Victoria's revelation. She tried to focus on the Christmas decorations, on the sound of her parents' laughter as they unwrapped presents, but it was no use. Her mind was elsewhere, stuck in that warehouse, stuck in that moment with Edgar.

She couldn't shake the feeling of betrayal, of the weight of her secret, and the knowledge that someone else knew. She felt a pang of guilt, but also a spark of excitement. She had always been a rebel, always pushed the boundaries, and this was just another form of rebellion. But it was dangerous, and she knew it.

After spending a few hours thinking about it frantically, Lorina decided to put her mind at rest, that she would only think about it over the next few days. That day was Christmas eve anyway.

Lorina had to keep her mind off the conversation she had with Victoria. She had to keep her mind off the fact that her best friend had seen her and Edgar together, had taken pictures of them. She had to keep her mind off the fact that she was in a secret relationship with her brother, a relationship that was taboo, forbidden.

She had to keep her mind off the fact that she had been caught, that her best friend knew her darkest secret. She had to keep her mind off the fact that she was in love with her brother, that she had been in love with him for years, and that she didn't know what to do about it.

She had to keep her mind off the fact that she was a monster, a freak, a pervert. She had to keep her mind off the fact that she was ruining her life, her future, her family.

Every time she closed her eyes, she saw Edgar's face, his dark eyes filled with desire, his lips curved into a smile. She saw his hands on her body, his mouth on her skin. She saw herself, her body writhing beneath his, her moans echoing in the empty warehouse.

She tried to distract herself with the Christmas decorations, with the sound of her parents' laughter as they unwrapped presents.

It was the only way to try to forget her problems.

3 years have passed since the beginning of their relationship. 3 years since Edgar asked Lorina, his big sister, to be her girlfriend. 

3 years since they started their forbidden relationship. 3 years since they first crossed that line, and now they were both ready to draw a line under it.

The relationship was always good, at least at first.

There were fights, there were good times and bad times, and there was certainly a lot of sex.

At the beginning of the relationship, Edgar was just an innocent boy who wanted to feel good. But as time went by, he became something much worse, something much bigger.

A monster, a beast, a machine. Thirsty for human warmth.  He was always hungry, always wanting more. And Lorina, she was always there to give it to him. She was always there to feed his hunger, to satisfy his thirst. 

There were secret dates, like two teenagers in love. There were moments of pure bliss, like two souls in love. But there were also moments of pure agony, like two hearts in love, torn apart by the weight of their forbidden love.

They had tried to keep it hidden, to keep it a secret, but it was getting harder and harder. A secret love that could no longer sustain itself. 

There were times when they would both go to the movies, to parks, to ice cream parlors.   They would hold hands, they would laugh, they would act like any other couple. But there were also times when they would sneak out at night, to the old warehouse, to the abandoned house on the outskirts of town. They would meet there, in secret, to satisfy their hunger, to feed their thirst. They would fuck like animals, like beasts, like machines. They would fuck until they were both exhausted, until they were both satisfied. 

One particular afternoon, Lorina heard a knock on her bedroom door. 

It was her mother. Her mother said that she was going to be away tonight and asked if Lorina could stay with her brother in the house. What was supposed to be a moment of pleasure turned out to be a waking nightmare.

After a good fuck session with her brother, in the middle of her bedroom, they both heard something. Something frightening. Footsteps in the attic. 

They were both frightened. Wondering what those footsteps could be.

They began to wonder what those clear sounds of footsteps could be. And then they began to connect the dots. 

The attic, the footsteps, the timing. It couldn't be a coincidence. 

When his mother said she was going out, she gave a vague excuse. His father would probably be at work at that time, working overtime.

Her car was still in the garage, which was visible from the balcony of Lorina's room. The car was stationary, without the slightest sign of even having been moved.

Could her mother have hidden in the attic to hear what happened in the house when she went out? Or had she simply left with a friend?  Lorina's heart raced as she tried to make sense of the situation. She looked at Edgar, his face pale, his eyes wide with fear. They both knew what they had to do. They had to find out who was up there, and why.

But how? And if it had really been their mother, what could she have heard?

What could she have seen? The thought made Lorina's stomach churn with nausea. 

They both decided that they would stay away from each other for the rest of the night. They were too scared to check if their mother was the one in the attic.

They decided to wait until the next morning, hoping that whoever was up there would leave during the night. They spent the rest of the night in separate rooms, their minds racing with thoughts of what could have happened if their mother had indeed been there.

The next morning, Lorina woke up with a start, her heart pounding in her chest. She looked at the clock, it was already 10 am. Their mother was downstairs, watching television in the living room. As usual.

Lorina's mother was sitting on the couch, her dark hair cascading down her back, her green eyes focused on the TV screen. She was wearing a bathrobe with nothing underneath that accentuated her curves, her big ass resting comfortably on the couch. 

She was dressed curiously scantily, something she never did. Was it something deliberate? If so, why? And where was her father? Questions that lingered in Lorina's head all day  long. She couldn't focus on anything else. She kept replaying the events of the previous night in her mind, trying to make sense of it all. She couldn't shake off the feeling of unease that had settled in the pit of her stomach.

Edgar, on the other hand, seemed to be taking it all in stride. He was acting as if nothing had happened, going about his day as usual. Lorina couldn't understand how he could be so calm about the whole thing. Didn't he realize the gravity of the situation? Didn't he care?

Lorina tried to play mind games with her mother, playing green and red to see if things would turn out the way she hoped. She asked seemingly innocent questions to make her mother give her the answer that would reveal a lot about what had happened. But without being too direct, she was very scared about the case.  She didn't want to raise suspicion, but she needed to know if her mother had heard or seen anything.

All day long, her father was out of the house and her mother was in vulgar clothes. As if on purpose.  Lorina couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. She tried to brush it off, telling herself she was just being paranoid, but she couldn't shake the feeling that something was off.

The next day, Lorina made a point of not going to school. Her mother would be away in the morning and then would be the best time to go up to the attic, to see if something showed signs that her mother had stayed there last night. She had to find out what was going on.

She woke up early, her heart pounding in her chest as she made her way up the creaky attic stairs. The attic was dark and dusty, filled with old furniture and boxes of forgotten memories. She could see that the window was slightly open, letting in a cool breeze. She walked over to it, her heart in her throat.

She turned around, her eyes scanning the attic, looking for any sign that someone had been there. And then she saw it. A blanket, folded neatly on an old armchair in the corner.

A half-empty bottle of wine, its label peeling off, on the floor. 

Lorina's heart pounded in her chest as she realized what this meant. Her mother had been there. She had heard them, seen them. The thought made her stomach churn with nausea. She felt a wave of panic wash over her, but she pushed it down, forcing herself to focus.

She had to find out what her mother knew. She had to find out if she was going to tell anyone. She had to find out if she was going to ruin their lives.

she immediately ran to her room and stayed there for the whole day, just suffering from anxiety and paranoia. She was sure that one day her mother would confront her about their relationship. And then she would completely ruin her life.  Lorina's mind raced with a thousand scenarios, each one more terrifying than the last. She couldn't eat, couldn't sleep, couldn't even think straight. She was a prisoner in her own home, trapped in a web of her own making.

but that day never came. Her mother never confronted her as she had imagined. And days later, she went up to the attic again, and incredibly, none of the things were there again. She was confused and relieved, but she couldn't shake off the feeling of unease. She decided to keep an eye on her mother, to see if she would act differently. But her mother seemed the same, her behavior unchanged.

Lorina couldn't understand what was going on.  She kept replaying the events of that night in her head, over and over again. The footsteps, the attic, her mother's strange behavior. It was driving her crazy.

They both decided it was best to take a break from their relationship. But their desires spoke louder, and the break didn't last a month. They went back to fucking as usual.

Victoria knew about the relationship between Edgar and Lorina and pressured and even blackmailed Lorina about it. The two remained friends, but the relationship was no longer the same. Victoria didn't really care if Lorina was having sex with her brother, seemingly unaware of the weight it carried. Perhaps because she'd never had a brother.

She forced Lorina to complete her hard homework or else she would tell her friends about Lorina's adventure with Edgar.

He forced Lorina to buy things from soft drink machines and even to go to parties where she would be alone. It was a forced friendship, totally forced.

Lorina no longer felt comfortable with Victoria, but at the same time she was afraid that if she cut ties at once, she might cause Victoria to tell everyone her secret.

Even though the blackmails had a joking tone, Lorina was afraid that if it were true her secret would come out, so she did everything Victoria asked of her.  She felt like a slave to her best friend's whims, but she didn't know how to get out of this situation without causing a scandal.

This, combined with the fact that Edgar was growing up, totally changed her feelings towards him. She no longer saw him as a little brother, but as a man. A man with desires and needs. A man like all the others. A man devoid of grace.  A man who had grown accustomed to her body, to her warmth. A man who had become a stranger to her. Lorina couldn't help but feel a sense of unease, a sense of dread. She had always known that this day would come, that their relationship would eventually run its course. But she had never imagined that it would end like this, with a sense of emptiness and despair.

Edgar was now the man like everyone else, the man Lorina felt no attraction to whatsoever.  She felt a void inside her, a void that she couldn't fill no matter how hard she tried.

Victoria, on the other hand, seemed to be thriving. She was always the center of attention, always the life of the party. She had a new boyfriend every week, and she seemed to be enjoying every minute of it. Lorina couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy every time she saw Victoria with a new guy. She had never had that kind of freedom, that kind of carelessness.

Lorina had created Edgar into her sex toy, she had spent the last three years completely molding him to turn him into the perfect machine. The man who knew exactly how to do it. But with that came a price, a very high price.

Edgar was no longer the naive, innocent boy she had fallen for. He was now a man, a man with his own desires, his own needs. And he was no longer content with just being her sex toy. He wanted more. 

He wanted to live life, the exact same life as Victoria.

Lorina saw them both as two people who, although different, had similarities. They both had the same negative aura that Lorina hated so much.  They were both careless, reckless, and always looking for the next thrill. 

At that time, the only thing holding them together was sex.  It was no longer about love or affection, but about satisfying a physical need. Lorina could see the change in Edgar's eyes, the way he looked at her now, like she was just another conquest. It made her feel cheap, used. But she couldn't stop. She was addicted to the way he made her feel, to the way he touched her, but that wasn't the thing that made Lorina fall in love with Edgar.

It was his eyes, his laugh, the way he looked at her like she was the only person in the room. It was the way he made her feel seen, heard, understood. But that was all changing now. She could see the hunger in his eyes, the desire, yes, but it was different. It was no longer about her, but about him. About his needs, his wants.

Fucking sessions were becoming increasingly rare. They stopped fucking every day and only fucked once a week. But every time they fucked, it was an escalation, an escalation that couldn't be contained.  

Lorina felt it, and it bothered her a lot. Edgar, on the other hand, didn't seem to mind.

In fact, he seemed to be enjoying this new dynamic. He was growing more confident, more assertive. He was no longer the shy, hesitant boy she had first met. 

Fetishes were a novelty at the time.

First there was exhibitionism. Lorina and Edgar liked to fuck in places where people could see them. The complete opposite of what they had preached until then.

They had always been so careful, so secretive. But now, they seemed to be enjoying the thrill of being watched, the danger of being caught. Lorina couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement, a sense of adrenaline rushing through her veins. 

An adrenaline rush that she knew couldn't be contained, ever.  

It was like a drug, a high that she couldn't get enough of. She was addicted to the thrill, to the danger. She was addicted to Edgar.

But she also knew that this couldn't go on forever. She couldn't keep living like this, in this constant state of excitement and fear. She couldn't keep using Edgar like this, like a drug, like a toy. She had to find a way to break this cycle, to break this addiction.

As love waned, the sexual factor took over.  Lorina found herself craving Edgar's touch, his scent, his taste. She was a junkie, addicted to the high he provided. But she also knew that this was a dangerous game, a game that could destroy them both.

She had to find a way to make Edgar see that they couldn't keep living like this, that they had to move on.

But every time they tried to talk about it, they ended up having sex.  It was like their bodies had a mind of their own, a hunger that couldn't be satisfied with just words. Lorina would start to say something, and then Edgar would touch her, and all rational thought would fly out the window.

Fetishes have only increased over time. After exhibitionism came  role-playing. Lorina and Edgar started to act out different scenarios, different characters. It started as a game, a way to spice things up, but it quickly became an obsession. 

Especially the incest scenarios. Lorina pretended to be his mother, and Edgar her son. Or Edgar her father, and Lorina his daughter. 

They would act out different scenarios, different characters, each one more intense than the last. The lines between reality and fantasy blurred, and they would lose themselves in the heat of the moment.  Lorina would find herself calling Edgar 'son' or 'daddy', and he would respond in kind, their bodies moving in sync, their breaths ragged, their hearts pounding.

Even though they were brother and sister, they liked to pretend to be in other relationships during role-play sessions.  

They even had sex in their parents' bedroom, something they had promised not to do, but they did it. 

They were both high on adrenaline, on the thrill of the forbidden. They were both addicted to the danger, to the risk. 

Lorina used to look at Edgar in her mind's eye, the innocent boy she knew who she had loved. The love of her life had been slowly slipping away. She no longer saw that boy, but a man who was a machine. They had created a monster that they could no longer control. The ever-increasing fetishes, the escalating danger, the constant need for more. It was a cycle they couldn't break, a whirlwind they couldn't escape. Lorina knew that they needed to end this, to break free from this toxic relationship. But she couldn't. She was too addicted to him, too dependent on the high he provided.

She needed to find a way to break free, to save herself, to save Edgar. But how? How could she break the cycle when every attempt to talk, to reason, ended in a frenzy of passion? How could she break the addiction when her body craved him like a drug?

And as for Edgar, she couldn’t help but see how he had grown. His once shy and hesitant demeanor was replaced by a confident and assertive presence. He had become a man, a man who knew what he wanted and wasn’t afraid to take it. And Lorina, she was both drawn to and repelled by this new Edgar.

She found herself in a constant state of turmoil, torn between the memories of the boy she had loved and the man he had become.

She couldn't help but feel a sense of longing for the way things used to be, for the simplicity of their forbidden love. But at the same time, she knew that she couldn't go back, that she couldn't keep living in the past. She had to find a way to move forward, to break free from this cycle of addiction and despair.

The days turned into weeks, and the weeks into months. Lorina and Edgar continued to live in this dangerous dance, their relationship a whirlwind of passion and pain. They were like two addicts, hooked on each other, unable to let go. But Lorina could feel the cracks starting to show. She could see the toll their relationship was taking on them both. She could see the darkness in Edgar's eyes, the emptiness in his soul.

He was lost, just like she was. They were both drowning in this sea of desire and despair, and neither of them knew how to swim.

One evening, as they lay in bed together, their bodies still slick with sweat and satisfaction.  Lorina couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. She looked at Edgar, his eyes closed, his chest rising and falling with each breath. He looked so peaceful, so content. But she knew that this peace was only temporary. She knew that this was just another high, another moment of bliss before the inevitable crash.

"Edgar," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "We can't keep doing this. We can't keep living like this."

Edgar's eyes fluttered open, and he looked at her, his expression serious. "What are you talking about, Lorina?"

"We can't keep pretending that this is normal," she said, her voice shaking. "We can't keep pretending that we're not destroying ourselves."

"What are you talking about?"  Edgar asked again, sitting up in bed, his brow furrowed in confusion. "We're not hurting anyone, are we?"

Lorina sighed, running a hand through her disheveled hair. "It's not about hurting anyone else, Edgar. It's about us. About what this is doing to us."

Edgar looked at her, his expression softening. "Lorina, I don't understand. I thought you were happy. I thought we were happy."

"We were" she admitted, her voice barely a whisper. "But things have changed. We've changed.

We're not the same people we used to be. We're not the innocent brother and sister who fell in love. We're something else now. Something darker, something more twisted."

Edgar's expression darkened, and he looked away, his jaw clenched. "You're saying we're sick, Lorina. That what we do is wrong."

Lorina shook her head, her eyes filled with tears. "No, Edgar. I'm not saying that. I'm just saying that we need to stop. Before it's too late."

Edgar turned back to her, his eyes filled with a mix of anger and fear. "And what do you suggest we do instead? Just stop? Like that's so easy" Edgar scoffed, his voice laced with bitterness "You can't just turn off feelings, Lorina."

"I don't want to stop loving you. Because I've already done that. I want to go back to when we were innocent. You've stopped loving me too" Lorina said, her voice breaking. "I know you have. I see it in your eyes. You look at me like I'm a stranger, like I'm a monster. And I don't blame you. I've become a monster, Edgar. I've become something I never wanted to be."

Lorina's voice was barely a whisper, her eyes filled with unshed tears. She reached out, her hand trembling as she touched Edgar's cheek, feeling the stubble beneath her fingertips. "I don't want to be this person anymore, Edgar. I don't want to be this monster."

Edgar's eyes met hers, and for a moment, Lorina saw a flicker of the old Edgar in them. The boy she had loved, the boy she had fallen for. But it was fleeting, and just as quickly, it was gone, replaced by a cold, hard look. "We're just discovering ourselves, it's normal. I don't know what you're talking about. I'm young, right? So are you, even though I'm younger." Edgar's voice was steady, his eyes never leaving hers. "We're just exploring our desires, Lorina. It's not wrong. It's not sick. It's just...us."

Lorina shook her head, her hand falling to her side. "No, Edgar. It's not just exploring our desires. It's more than that. It's...it's like we're losing ourselves, one step at a time. We're becoming something we don't recognize, something we don't want to be."

Lorina's voice was barely above a whisper, but it echoed in the silent room like a gunshot. Edgar flinched, as if physically struck by her words.

"Don't say that," he said sharply, his voice laced with an edge Lorina had never heard before. "Don't talk like that about us. About...this." He gestured vaguely between them, his hand trembling slightly.

"Do you love me, Edgar? Or do you just like my pussy?" Lorina asked, her voice steady despite the turmoil inside her "And I don't blame you if you don't. I created you like this, I created you like a machine. Didn't I? The last three years of your life were spent fucking me."  Lorina's voice was steady, but her eyes were filled with a mix of anger and sadness. "You're not the same person you were when we started. You've become...something else. Something darker." 

Edgar's eyes flashed with anger, but Lorina could see the hurt behind it. "You're saying you don't love me anymore? Is that it?"

Lorina sighed, running a hand through her hair. "I never said that, Edgar. I love you. I always will. But this...this isn't love anymore. It's something else. Something twisted and dark. And I think it manifests itself in the way we've been having sex lately." 

Lorina's voice was steady, but her eyes were filled with a mix of anger and sadness. "We're not making love, Edgar. We're just...fucking. It's like we've become two strangers, two people who only know how to satisfy their physical needs." 

Lorina's voice was barely above a whisper, but it cut through Edgar like a knife. He looked away, unable to meet her gaze.

"I never meant for this to happen," she continued, her voice filled with regret. "I never meant for us to become...this." She gestured between them, her hand trembling slightly.

Edgar was silent for a moment, his jaw clenched as he stared at the wall opposite him. Then, he turned back to Lorina, his eyes filled with a cold determination she had never seen before.

"Don't you... like... when we pretend to be mother and son? Or when we pretend to have sex outdoors?" Edgar  Edgar's voice was low, almost challenging. Lorina felt a chill run down her spine at the coldness in his eyes.

"I...I don't know, Edgar" she stammered, taken aback by his sudden change in demeanor. "I mean, it's exciting, yes, but it's also dangerous. And it's not...it's not real. It's just a game."

Edgar scoffed, a bitter laugh escaping his lips. "A game? Is that what you think this is? A fucking game, Lorina?"

"When was the last time we had a date, Edgar? A year ago?" Lorina asked, her voice barely above a whisper. "When was the last time we did something normal? Something that didn't involve... this? Something that didn't involve fucking or pretending to be someone else?"

Edgar's jaw tightened, and he looked away, his eyes flashing with anger. "You're making it sound like I'm the only one who wants these things. Like I'm the only one who enjoys them."

Lorina sighed, shaking her head. "That's not what I'm saying, Edgar. I'm just saying that we've lost sight of what's real. We've lost sight of who we are. We're not the same people we were when we started this.

We've changed, Edgar. We've grown up. And I think... I think we need to face that. We need to face who we've become."

Edgar's eyes flashed with anger, but there was a hint of vulnerability in them too. "And who have we become, Lorina? Enlighten me."

Lorina took a deep breath, choosing her words carefully. "We've become reckless, Edgar. We've become careless with our feelings, with our bodies, with our futures. We've become addicted to the thrill, to the danger. And it's... it's not healthy. It's not sustainable."

Edgar looked away, his jaw clenched. "So, what are you suggesting we do, Lorina? Just...stop? Pretend like none of this ever happened?"

Edgar's voice was laced with bitterness, his eyes still fixed on the wall opposite him.

Lorina could see the tension in his shoulders, the way his hands were clenched into fists at his sides. She knew he was angry, hurt, but she also knew that this conversation was long overdue.

"I'm not saying we should pretend it never happened, Edgar" She said softly, her voice barely above a whisper. "I'm just saying that we need to acknowledge it, accept it, and move on. We need to find a way to be together that doesn't involve... this." She gestured vaguely between them, her hand trembling slightly.

Edgar turned back to her, his voice was low, almost challenging. "And how do you suggest we do that, Lorina? Just... go back to being brother and sister? Pretend like we never felt this way about each other?" 

"You know my studies are finishing, right? I'm going to college next year. A break would really help." 

Lorina said, her voice filled with a quiet desperation. "We need some space, some time to think, to figure out what we really want."

Edgar's eyes flashed with anger, but there was a hint of fear in them too. "So, you're saying you want to take a break? A break from...us?"

Lorina nodded, her eyes filled with tears. "Yes. I think it's for the best. For both of us."

Edgar was silent for a moment, his jaw clenched as he stared at Lorina. Then, he stood up abruptly, his chair scraping loudly against the wooden floor. "Fine," he said, his voice cold and distant."Take your break. But don't expect me to be here when you get back."

Lorina's heart sank at his words, but she knew she had to stand her ground. "I'm not asking you to be here, Edgar. I'm asking you to give us both some space. Some time to think."

Edgar scoffed, his eyes flashing with anger. "Think? About what, Lorina? About how much we've fucked up our lives? About how we've become two people we don't even recognize?" Edgar said, his voice laced with bitterness. 

Lorina's heart ached at the pain in his voice, but she knew she had to stay strong. 

"Listen, I still love you, somehow. But it's not the way I want to love you. And I think this pause can help put our feelings back together. If you can't understand that, one day you will." Lorina's voice was steady, but her eyes were filled with a mix of anger and sadness.

The room was silent for a moment, the only sound the ticking of the clock on the wall. Then, Edgar stood up abruptly, his chair scraping loudly against the wooden floor.

"I can't do this, Lorina" he said, his voice cold and distant. "I can't just...stop. Not after everything we've been through."

Lorina looked up at him, her eyes filled with tears. "I know it's hard, Edgar. It's hard for me too. But we have to try. For our own good."

Edgar shook his head, his jaw clenched. "I can't promise you anything, Lorina. I can't promise that I'll be here when you get back." Edgar's voice was steady, but Lorina could see the turmoil in his eyes. He turned to leave, but Lorina's voice stopped him.

"Edgar, wait." She stood up, wrapping the sheet around her naked body. "Just wait. It'll be good for you and me. It's only a few years after all." She took a deep breath, trying to steady her voice. 

Edgar turned to face her, his expression unreadable.

"A few years, Lorina? You make it sound so simple. Like we can just...pause and then pick up where we left off."

Lorina sighed, her shoulders slumping slightly. "I know it's not simple, Edgar. But it's necessary. We can't keep living like this, in this constant state of chaos and confusion. We need to find ourselves again. Individually."

Edgar's eyes narrowed, and he stepped closer to her, his voice low and intense. "You were right, you've turned me into a machine. Do you think I'm going to stay alone with you? I'll end up having sex with other people. Is that what you want? I'll end up falling in love with other people one day or another. "  Edgar's words hung in the air, heavy and unyielding. Lorina felt a pang of something she couldn't quite identify—jealousy, perhaps, or maybe just a deep-seated fear of loss.

"Is that what you want, Lorina? For me to fall in love with someone else? For me to forget about you?" Edgar's voice was low, almost a growl, and Lorina could see the fire in his eyes.

Lorina took a deep breath, trying to steady her voice. "I don't want you to fall in love with someone else, Edgar. But I also don't want you to stay with me out of obligation or some misplaced sense of duty. I want you to be happy, Edgar. I want you to find yourself again, just like I want to find myself again."

Edgar's expression softened slightly, but his jaw was still clenched. "And what if I don't want to find myself without you, Lorina? What if I want to find myself with you?" 

Edgar's voice was barely above a whisper, his eyes searching Lorina's face for any sign of softening. But Lorina's expression remained steady, her resolve unwavering.

"That's not how this works, Edgar" she said softly, her voice filled with a quiet sadness. "We can't find ourselves together. Not like this. Not after everything that's happened."

Edgar's eyes flashed with anger, but he didn't say anything. He just stood there, his body tense, his jaw clenched.

Lorina took a deep breath, steeling herself for what she had to say next. "I want you to close your eyes, Edgar. What do you see for our future? You fucking me? You pissing on me to satisfy yourself or some other bizarre fetish?" 

Edgar's eyes flashed with anger, but he didn't respond. "I know this is hard, Edgar. I know it's not what you want to hear. But it's the truth. We've lost sight of who we are, of what we want. And we need to find our way back."

Edgar's eyes met hers, and Lorina could see the pain in them. The anger, the confusion, the fear. It was all there, swirling in the depths of his dark eyes.

But also something else, something Lorina couldn't quite put her finger on. A spark of defiance, perhaps, or maybe just a glimmer of hope. She didn't know, and she didn't want to know. All she knew was that she had to keep pushing, had to keep fighting for what she believed in, even if it meant hurting him in the process.

"You're right," Edgar finally said, his voice barely above a whisper. "We've lost ourselves. We've become something...something we don't recognize." He looked away, his gaze falling to the floor. "I think I've lost my way." Edgar's voice was barely audible, as if he was talking to himself more than to Lorina. "But I don't know how to find my way back."

Lorina felt a pang of sympathy for him, but she knew she had to stay strong. "Let's take a break. College is going to be our best excuse. When I get back to this city, we'll see what we can do." Lorina's voice was steady, but her eyes were filled with tears. "I love you, Edgar. But this...this isn't healthy. It's not sustainable. I think we need to face that."

“Okay. You're right.” Edgar  finally said, his voice barely above a whisper. “We've lost ourselves. We've become something...something we don't recognize.” He looked away, his gaze falling to the floor. “I think I've lost my way.” Edgar's voice was barely audible, as if he was talking to himself more than to Lorina. “But I don't know how to find my way back.”

Lorina felt a pang of sympathy for him, but she knew she had to stay strong. “Let's take a break. When I get back to this city, we'll see what we can do.” Lorina's voice was steady, but her eyes were filled with tears. 

"Okay. You're right.” Edgar said , his voice barely above a whisper. 



He looked at Lorina, his eyes filled with a mix of sadness and acceptance. "I don't know what's going to happen, Lorina. I don't know if I'll still feel the same way when you come back."

Lorina nodded, a tear slipping down her cheek. "I know, Edgar. I know"

Edgar reached out, his hand cupping Lorina's cheek. His thumb brushed away the tear, his touch gentle and tender.

It was a stark contrast to the rough, passionate touches they were used to. Lorina leaned into his hand, her eyes fluttering closed for a moment. When she opened them again, she saw the same sadness reflected in Edgar's gaze.

"We'll figure this out, Edgar," she whispered, her voice filled with a quiet determination. "We'll find our way back to each other. Back to who we were before all this."

Edgar nodded, his hand falling away from her cheek. "I hope so, Lorina."

At that moment, someone who wasn't supposed to open the door did.

The house should have been empty at that moment. But it wasn't.

The door creaked open, and in walked Edward, 

Lorina's father, his eyes wide with shock and disbelief. He took in the scene before him - Lorina and Edgar, both naked.

Time seemed to freeze as the four of them - Lorina, Edgar, Edward, and the ghost of Agatha - stood there, frozen in a tableau of shock and betrayal.

Edward was the first to break the silence, his voice shaking with anger and hurt. "What the hell is going on here?" he demanded, his eyes darting between Lorina and Edgar.

"What are you two doing?"

Lorina's heart pounded in her chest as she quickly grabbed the sheet, wrapping it tightly around her body. Edgar, on the other hand, seemed frozen in place, his eyes wide with shock and fear.

"Dad" Lorina started, her voice barely above a whisper. "It's not what it looks like."

Edward scoffed, his face turning red with anger. "Not what it looks like? You're both naked, Lorina. And Edgar...you were touching her." He gestured wildly between them, his hand trembling with rage.

"You were touching my daughter, Edgar! My own son! What the hell were you thinking?"

Edgar finally seemed to snap out of his stupor, his eyes flashing with anger. "I wasn't thinking, okay? I wasn't thinking about anything except...except..." He trailed off, his gaze flicking to Lorina, who looked away, her cheeks flaming with embarrassment and shame.

"Except what, Edgar?" Edward growled, taking a step closer to him. "Except your own fucked-up desires? Your own twisted fantasies?"

Edward spat, his voice laced with disgust. "You're supposed to be her brother, Edgar. Her brother! Not...not this." He gestured wildly between them, his face contorted with anger and revulsion.

"You're fucking my daughter, Edgar. My own son. And she's letting you. She's letting you touch her, taste her, fuck her. And you're enjoying every goddamn minute of it." Edward's voice was laced with disgust and anger, his eyes never leaving Edgar's face.

"I'll call your mother and we'll have a serious talk. But right now, I want you both to stay far away from each other, now!"  Edward's voice was shaking with anger and betrayal. "I can't even look at you, Edgar. You're a disgrace to this family. And you, Lorina, you're a disappointment to me. To your mother. To everyone who's ever loved you."

Edward's voice was cold and distant, his eyes filled with a mix of anger and hurt. 

After these words he left the room, slamming his feet on the floor as hard as he could.

Lorina and Edgar stood there in silence for a moment, both of them still in shock from what had just happened.

The room was filled with a heavy, oppressive silence, the only sound the ticking of the clock on the wall. Lorina's heart was pounding in her chest, her breath coming in short, shallow gasps. She could feel the tears welling up in her eyes, but she blinked them back, determined not to let them fall.

Edgar, on the other hand, seemed to be in a state of shock. He was standing there, his body tense, his eyes wide with fear and disbelief. He looked like a deer caught in headlights, frozen in place, unable to move or speak.

Their love had ended. Not because they wanted to, but because they were forced to. 

The weight of their father's words hung heavy in the air, a physical presence that seemed to suffocate them both. Lorina and Edgar stood there, their bodies close but not touching, a chasm of shame and fear stretching between them.

The conversation Edward mentioned took place the same night. Everyone in the room, his parents with looks of disgust and disappointment as he talked about the situation.

Edgar and Lorina opened up and told him everything about themselves. From the first day to the last.  From the first kiss to the last fuck. Lorina and Edgar had been inseparable, their bond growing stronger with each passing day. But now, it seemed like it was all coming crashing down around them.  The weight of their actions, the consequences of their choices, were finally catching up with them. And it was terrifying.

Lorina had never seen her father like this - cold, distant, his eyes filled with a mix of anger and disgust that seemed to be directed at both of them equally. She had always known that he was strict, that he had high expectations for her and Edgar, but this...this was something else entirely.

Their marriage wasn't going well, the lack of love was something. And that was the perfect excuse for divorce. Lorina began living with her mother, and Edgar with his father, both separated from each other.   They were not allowed to see or talk to each other. It was a difficult time for both of them. They missed each other terribly, but they knew they had to respect their parents' wishes.

They tried to distract themselves with their new lives - Lorina threw herself into her studies, while Edgar joined a local sports team to keep himself busy. But no matter how hard they tried, they couldn't shake the feeling of emptiness that had settled over them.

It was as if a part of them was missing, a part that only the other could fill. They found themselves constantly thinking about each other, wondering what the other was doing, if they were okay. They missed their secret glances, their stolen kisses, their whispered conversations. They missed each other.

One afternoon in Lorina's new house, where she and her mother lived, Lorina decided to ask if that day in the attic was really her.  She had been thinking about it for days, weeks even, but she had been too afraid to bring it up. She knew it would hurt her mother, but she also knew she needed answers.

She found her mother in the kitchen, sitting at the small table by the window, a cup of tea growing cold in front of her. Agatha looked up as Lorina entered, her eyes filled with a quiet sadness that seemed to have become her constant companion.

"Mom," Lorina started, her voice barely above a whisper. "Can I ask you something?"

Agatha sighed, setting her cup down with a soft clink. "What is it you want to know?"

"You knew... before... Dad, right? You knew about Edgar and me before...before he found out." Lorina said, her voice a mix of curiosity and confusion

Agatha's eyes widened slightly, and she looked away, her gaze fixed on the window. "What makes you think that?" she asked, her voice carefully neutral. 

"The attic... that day, I heard your footsteps. I saw your things. Your wine."  Lorina said, her voice barely above a whisper. "You knew about Edgar and me."

Agatha was silent for a moment, her expression unreadable. Then, she sighed, her shoulders slumping slightly. "Yes, Lorina. I knew. I knew about you and Edgar long before your father found out. I had my suspicions so I pretended I was going out that night, but I stayed in the attic. I heard you two fucking... how disgusting."  Agatha's voice was filled with a mix of anger and disgust, her eyes flashing with a fire Lorina had never seen before. "I couldn't believe it. My own daughter, my own son...together like that. It was...it was sickening."

Lorina felt a pang of guilt at her mother's words, but she also felt a spark of anger. "You didn't say anything, though. You didn't tell Dad. Why not?"

Agatha looked away, her gaze fixed on the window.

"I didn't know how to, Lorina. I didn't know how to tell your father that our children were...were doing that. I was in shock, and I didn't know what to do. I was so angry and disappointed, I felt like I had lost my children, like they had become strangers to me. And I was scared, Lorina. I was scared of what this meant for our family, for our future. So, I did nothing. I pretended like nothing was happening. But I did know, Lorina. I knew, and it tore me apart." Agatha's voice was filled with a quiet desperation, her eyes filled with a mix of pain and regret. "If you hadn't been caught by your father, you'd probably still be together. Fucking or whatever the fuck you were doing when we weren't looking." Agatha's voice was laced with a bitterness that Lorina hadn't heard before. 

"I'm sorry, Mom... for what I've done." Lorina said with tear-soaked eyes

But her mother didn't answer her. She remained completely silent. Because there was nothing else that could be done. It was over.