Religious guilt fuels incestuous desire

In the dim light of the closet, Michelle and her brother's breaths grow ragged. Their hearts pound in sync as they struggle to maintain their virtue. But the closeness, the heat, it's too much. Michelle's hand, seemingly of its own volition, reaches out and grasps her brother's cock through his pants. He gasps, his hips jerking forward. She can feel him hardening, growing, and it spurs her on. She rubs him, feeling his length, his girth, before popping the button on his pants and freeing him. He's huge, pulsing with need, and she can't help but lean down and take him into her mouth, her own body aching with desire.

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