Steven leaned against the kitchen counter, watching his sister Kayleigh pace the room like a caged lioness. Her husband had cheated, and the news had hit like a thunderclap the night before. At thirty-two, Kayleigh was all sharp edges and fire—curves that demanded attention, dark hair tumbling over her shoulders, and eyes that could cut glass. Steven, two years older, had always admired her strength, but tonight that admiration simmered into something hotter. "So, he really did it," Steven said, his voice low and steady. "The bastard couldn't keep it in his pants. You deserve better than that, Kayleigh. Someone who sees how incredible you are." Kayleigh stopped pacing and fixed him with a wry smile. "Spare me the pity party, big brother. I'm not some damsel. Mark's loss is my gain—I'm free to remind myself what real attention feels like. And you? Always the supportive one. What's your angle tonight?" She crossed her arms, but her posture invited more than it repelled. The tension between them had always hummed beneath the surface, a forbidden spark neither had dared ignite until now. Steven stepped closer, his gaze tracing the line of her neck. "My angle? Maybe I just want to help you forget. Or maybe I've been waiting for the right moment to show you how much I've noticed you." Their banter sharpened like a blade. "Noticed me how?" she shot back, stepping into his space. "Don't play coy, Steven. You've been undressing me with your eyes since I walked in. Think you can seduce your own sister on the rebound?" He chuckled, the sound rich and teasing. "Seduce? I'd rather earn it. You're strong, Kayleigh—too strong to settle for scraps. Let me show you what it feels like to be wanted properly." The air thickened as she reached out, fingers brushing his chest. "Witty as ever. Fine. Prove it. But I'm not submissive, remember that." Clothes fell away in a slow dance of hands and heated words, skin meeting skin with electric friction. Steven's hands explored her ass, pulling her close as she pressed against his hard cock. "God, you're dripping already," he murmured. Kayleigh laughed breathlessly. "Horny doesn't begin to cover it after that asshole. Your turn—show me that cock." She dropped to her knees for a blowjob that left him panting, her tongue working with confident skill until he was rock hard and sweating. They moved to the couch, where he entered her wet pussy from behind, thrusting deep as she moaned commands. "Harder, Steven—make me cum." Their bodies collided in raw passion, her strong legs wrapping around him as he filled her, both coming in shuddering waves of release. Panting, they collapsed together, the room heavy with the scent of sex. Kayleigh traced his jaw with a wicked grin. "That was just the beginning, brother. Don't think you're off the hook yet."
The night stretched on with lingering touches and whispered promises, but as dawn approached, Steven knew this forbidden spark had only just ignited something deeper that would demand more in the chapters ahead.
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