Page 7 of Bending Over for My Tw!n

He broke the kiss, his breath hot against my skin as he drove into me harder, deeper. Eli wasrelentlessas he pounded me, my headboard banging on the wall.

“This is so fucked up,” he groaned, his voice ragged, but the desire laced in it told me even though this was insanity, neither one of us could stop.

“You’re my sister, and I’m buried inside you. You take every drop of my cum. You’re mine, and you always will be.”

I clung to him, raking my nails up and down his spine, squeezing and pinching his ass. I knew I’d leave marks on his skin, proof that I’d claimed him as much as he had me. My bedroom was filled with the sound of our bodies slapping together, our moans loud and obscene, and the smell of sweaty, forbidden sex filling the air.

“Squeeze my cock. Let mefeelhow much you love being fucked raw by your brother.”

And I did, my pussy clenching and relaxing around his big dick, milking him for another big load.

And then I orgasmed, my body convulsing around him as pleasure ripped through me. Eli followed right after, his thrusts erratic and manic as he finally went over the edge and filled me with his hot cum.

“You’re mine,” he growled as he gripped my wrists, pinning them above my head as he kissed me deeply. “No one will accept what we have. They’ll never let us be together.”

“I know,” I whispered.

“But it doesn't matter. You’re mine no matter what.”

“Good,” I gasped. Eli let go of my wrists, and I immediately wrapped my arms around him, holding him close. “I only ever want you, big brother.”

For the first time in years, I felt whole.

We lay there tangled in each other, hearts pounding. My cheek rested against his chest, and my big brother stroked my spine.

No words.

Just silence.

But I knew we’d broken something this morning—crossed a line that couldn’t be uncrossed. We could never tell anyone this secret. No one would ever understand.

And I was fine with that. Because I loved Eli, and he loved me. Nothing and no one would ever change that.

EPILOGUE

LILA

One year later

We didn’t speak to our parents anymore.

Not after the shouting. The accusations. The threats to tear us apart. When we packed up and left, it was like setting fire to everything we knew.

It sucked going no contact with our parents, but we’d had no choice.

There was no going back. No fixing what was now forever broken.

But we didn’t want to fix it, to be honest.

We wanted freedom to love who we wanted to love. So we moved.

We settled several states away, now living in a place where we knew no one. We didn’t have much of anything, but it was enough. Our place was on a quiet strip of road, the little one bedroom house old and outdated, but it had a garage for Eli to do mechanic work for side projects to make extra money.

But it was ours, and we were happy.

I waited tables part-time and took online classes full-time, slowly crawling my way toward a degree in hope I’d be able to help support us and give Eli a little bit of breathing room.

But through all the chaos, one thing had never changed.

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