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Not only was this sinful, it was downright forbidden. Just like us.

His gaze was reverant as he ran his hands down my body before kneading my breasts. My treacherous body flooded with pleasurable tingling. Something I have never felt before. But it hurt so good.

My thighs tightened and my back came off the bed as I shattered. My pieces rained down on both of us. I came and came harder than I ever could alone. Raul was right there with me, whispering my name as he coated my insides with his cum before collapsing on me.

I laid there breathing heavily trying to take in what had just happened. It was my graduation day and I’d fucked my brother, yet again.

I had tried to fight it, but I couldn’t. He was too strong. He had me wrapped under his spell. I knew I was ruined for any other man that came after him. If he let any of them come after him. I doubted it.

Chapter Eight

Raul

I had to pull myself away from Salma’s bed before Padre found us. I didn’t want to leave, but we had a graduation we needed to get to. I still couldn’t believe I went from calling hermi princesato baby girl. She was growing up so fast. It’s unfortunate that I have to keep her new pet name under wraps until I can publicly claim her. Forever.

I leaned over and sniffed her hair. My hands reached lower between the valley of her breasts. Skated over her small belly pouch. Skimmed her mound until I reached the wet spot she’d left. She was so perfect.

My mind was reeling. Salma.Mi hermana. Mi princesa.

After I withdrew from her, I left her lying on the bed, retrieved my belt from the floor where I had dropped it, then went to the bathroom to clean myself up. After I had wiped myself down, I redressed.

I turned on the shower then collected Salma from the room. By the time I had returned to the bathroom with her in my arms, the water was warm and ready for her. But I needed to check her before she got into it.

I placed my sister on her feet. “Bend over and spread your cheeks, baby girl. Then you can shower.”

Salma blanched, staring wide-eyed at me, but didn’t move. So I sat on a vanity bench and drew her to me so I could look into her eyes. I repeated my instructions.

“Please, Raul, sir. This is too much.”

I prayed for patience. “Are you embarrassed, baby girl?” I asked.

She nodded.

“That’s a problem, and more a reason to do as I have asked. There should not be such things between us. I used to change–”

“Change my diapers–yes,” she finished. “I know, Raul. You remind me of this all the time, I can’tevenwith it.”

I smiled tightly. “So bend over and spread your cheeks and let me see you. I want to make sure I didn’t do too much damage.”

Scowling, her brows drew together. “It’s a little late now to be worried about it, don’t you think?” she snapped with a stomp of her foot.

Her brat was cute, but I couldn’t indulge it when it came to her health. So with a heavy exhale, I stood and began taking off my belt again. One day she’d learn.

“No wait!” Salma cried.

I stilled my hands and raised my brow, giving her another chance.

“Fine,” she huffed, then flounced around to comply. “Happy?”

“I’m always happy when I’m with you,” I offered, “and even more so when you obey me like you’re supposed to.”

Though I didn’t see it, I could hear the eyeroll in her exhale.

Salma’s gaping little sphincter, while red and swollen and a bit raw, had not ripped in any way that would require medical assistance. I breathed a sigh of relief. While I had used lots of lube and had gone slow, she was so fucking tight, I had to check to be sure. I wanted to punish her and claim her, yes, but not injure her beyond repair. I still had use for all her holes.

“You’re okay. In the shower you go.”

“Can I have some privacy?”