Crystal and Dalton lounged on her living room couch, the air thick with whiskey fumes and late-night laughter. "Pass the bottle, sis," Dalton said, his eyes glinting. "We've talked jobs and exes—time for the good stuff." Crystal raised an eyebrow, pouring two shots with a wicked smile. "Careful what you wish for, big brother. Sex talk with family can get... complicated."
He chuckled, leaning closer. "Hit me with it. What's your naughtiest fantasy? No holding back." Crystal swirled her glass, her voice dropping low but sharp. "You sure? Mine might make you rethink family reunions." Dalton's grin faltered into curiosity. "Try me."
"Fine," she said, locking eyes with him. "It's you. Me. No rules. You bending me over this couch while I tell you exactly how I want your cock inside me." Dalton froze, shocked, but his pants tightened visibly. "Jesus, Crystal. That's..." "Incestuous? Horny as hell?" she finished, smirking. "Your move."
Tension crackled as he pulled her in for a kiss, hands roaming her ass. "You're playing with fire," he muttered. Crystal pushed him back, strong and unyielding. "Then burn with me." She unzipped him, freeing his hard cock, and teased, "Looks like little brother's not so little after all."
She dropped to her knees for a quick, sloppy blowjob, her tongue working him until he was panting and sweating. "Fuck, you're good at that," Dalton groaned. Crystal stood, stripping off her clothes to reveal her dripping pussy. "Your turn to make me wetter." He thrust into her from behind, gripping her hips as she rode him with fierce control.
They came together in a frenzy, his cum spilling as her walls clenched around him. Panting and sweaty, Crystal grinned. "Fantasy achieved. Ready for round two, or are you tapping out?"
Dalton pulled her close, already hardening again. "This is just the start of our secret."
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