Marked by My Brother's Touch

In the dimly lit room, the siblings face each other, a silent understanding passing between them. He traces the curve of her neck, making her shiver. "Promise me," he whispers, "that you'll remember you're mine." She nods, her heart pounding as his fingers trail down her arm, leaving goosebumps in their wake. They stand there, breaths mingling, bodies yearning, the weight of their promise hanging heavy in the air.

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