They'd always been close, even though their parents were gone. He'd always felt protective of her, but one night, after a few drinks, he couldn't resist her temptation any longer. She was wearing his favorite lacy set that he'd bought her for her birthday. It clung to her perfectly, accentuating her curves. He couldn't help but notice how she moved, how her breasts swayed hypnotically under his gaze.
"You know you're making this really hard for me, sis," he whispered, his voice rough with desire.
"I thought you'd like it," she replied, her eyes filled with a mix of mischief and want.
They moved closer together, their bodies connecting in a heated embrace. He could feel the warmth of her skin against his, and the softness of her breasts pressed against his chest.
