Closeted Cravings: Met in the Middle

In the confines of their shared room, the siblings find themselves alone, the air thick with unspoken tension. Her eyes flicker to his crotch, where a growing bulge tenting his pants betrays his thoughts. She bites her lip, the action drawing his gaze to her mouth. He steps closer, his hand reaching out to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear, his knuckles brushing against her cheek. The touch sends a jolt through them both, a silent acknowledgment of the electric charge between them.

• me
• she
• and
• her
• head
• just
• giving
• met

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