Forbidden Fruits: A Sister's Unreal Bedtime Invitation

The moon casts an ethereal glow through the window, illuminating the form of a woman who could be mistaken for a sister, but for the glint in her eye and the absent family resemblance. She's a dream, a fantasy come to life, standing at the foot of his bed, her dress clinging to her every curve. "I heard you, brother," she purrs, her voice a husky whisper, "You wanted me here, didn't you?" She saunters over, her hips swaying, her hands reaching for him, ready to make his darkest desires a reality.

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