Page 2 of Bending Over for My Tw!n

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ELI

Ishouldn’t have followed her.

But I did.

Her bedroom door was cracked open just enough to tempt me. I was drunk on the idea of fucking my sister in the nastiest way possible

All I could think about was the way her cheeks flushed when she got mad or the way her eyes widened when I got too close to her. My cock was raging hard and dripping cum whenever I was near Lila, and I was done denying myself.

She was a drug I couldn’t quit, and I was ready to overdose.

I peeked through the small gap in the door, watching Lila from the dim shadows of the hallway. The pale, early morning rays of sun peaked through her lace curtains, casting a soft glow on her beautiful face. She sat on her bed, legs crossed, sketching in that damn notebook she always carried. Her auburn hair was tied on top of her head in a messy knot, her long neck tilted to the side in a sexy pose.

Vulnerable.

Gorgeous.

God, I wanted her.

Not in some soft, sweet way, either.

I wanted to fuck her. Ruin her for anyone else. I wanted to make Lila scream my name like it was a sin. Because wanting her the way I did was the biggest sin of all.

I pressed my fingers to her door and pushed it open. It creaked on its hinges, and she looked up, startled. Her lips parted in a way that made my cock thicken and tent in my sweatpants, my cockhead poking out of my waistband.

Our parents worked early hours, gone before the sun even rose, so crossing the line right now, although taboo, would go unseen.

I stepped in and shut the door behind me.

“Eli, what the hell are you doing?” Her notebook slid off her lap and hit the floor with a dull thud.

“Do you think about me?” I asked, my bare feet sounding heavy against the wooden floor.

She nodded, slow and wary. “I mean, yeah. You’re my brother.”

My cock jerked. I could see in her eyes she knew exactly what I meant… and it wasn’t about being siblings.

“Lila,” I growled her name and watched as her pulse beat at the base of her neck. I moved until I stood between her knees, my presence crowding her—no doubt overwhelming her.

“Am I too close?”

“Yes,” she whispered, but she didn’t mean it.

I crouched down so we were eye to eye. “Liar.”

Her eyes were full of anticipation and nervousness, her chest rising and falling too fast. “We can’t, Eli.”

That’s all I needed to hear. “We already are.” My hands moved on their own. One slid into her hair, fisting it gently but firmly at the back of her head, tugging slightly. The other gripped her thigh, my fingers digging into her soft skin.

Lila didn’t stop me or pull away. Her breath hitched as I leaned in, our noses almost touching.

“Say you don’t want me,” I whispered, my voice a low growl that made her visibly shiver.

She didn’t. Instead, she grabbed my shirt and kissed me like she was starving, drawing my tongue into her mouth and sucking it like it was my cock.

All of my blood rushed to my dick, and I almost passed out from the pleasure that coursed through my body. Cupping her face with both of my hands, I kissed her back, unrestrained and unhinged, like I’d waited my whole life for this moment.

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