Awakening in the closet

The closet's dim light barely illuminates the siblings' faces, flushed with shame and excitement. Michelle, her breath hitching, feels her brother's cock twitch against her thigh. She bites her lip, trying to suppress a moan as she imagines enveloping him, feeling him stretch her, fill her. He, too, is lost in fantasy, his hands itching to reach out, to touch her, to explore her body as she's doing in his mind. Their hearts race, their breaths sync, and in the silence, their bodies whisper promises their lips dare not speak.

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