Violet, A delicacy [2]

Step~ step~

She walked slowly and carefully, like a cat burglar sneaking into a museum, afraid that any noise might wake him up and reveal her little secret.

'Damn... I want to see it already.'

She halted right next to the bed, her hand reaching out to grab the bedsheet. This was the moment of truth.

With shaky hands, she slowly grabbed the bedsheet and began lifting it, inch by tantalizing inch. The white fabric peeled away to reveal fit abs, a thick, veiny cock, and heavy balls.

She dropped the bedsheet and jerked back, her hands on her chest, which was beating like a truck engine revving up after being idle for months.

Her eyes widened, and she stared at the majestic member with her mouth agape.

'How is that thing fitting inside his pants?'

This was her first thought. It was huge, like really huge. At least 10 inches, and it was thick too. It looked like a burrito sausage.

Violet swallowed her saliva, her eyes glued to the massive appendage before her.

Her hands trembled, itching to touch the monster that seemed to be beckoning her.

One of her hands involuntarily raised toward the beckoning beast, but her other hand, which she still had some control over, grabbed the wrist of the treacherous hand.

'Violet Kane, get a hold of yourself. That's your brother.'

She scolded herself mentally, but her eyes remained glued to the colossal cock.

'It's twitching!'

She noticed the cock moving like a snake, and it made her heart skip a beat.

'He's dreaming of something...c-could it be...?'

She bit her lip and lowered her head, not daring to look at the giant cock any longer.

'This is bad... this is really bad. I can't believe I am getting turned on by my own brother.'

Her mind was going haywire.

Two voices battled inside her head. One, the crazy voice, urged her to say "fuck it" and grab it.

The other, the rational voice, screamed at her to run away.

Feeling the unmistakable dampness between her legs, she knew what her body wanted.

She took a big step forward—a small step for a woman, but one giant leap for the degenerates reading this.

Her hands trembled as they moved toward the giant monster beckoning her, while her other hand tried desperately to persuade her naughty hand from doing something taboo.

Her violently shaking hands were just inches from making the ultimate taboo.

Her hands were shaking, his cock was twitching. Her hands were moving, his cock was moving. Her hands were inches apart, his cock was throbbing.

Their fates intertwined by destiny--

Ding Dong~

Suddenly, the doorbell rang. Violet jumped in fright. Her stepdad had arrived.

She immediately ran out of the room with all the stealth she could muster, deciding it was best to just finger herself than let her brother catch her trying to touch him while he was sleeping.

On the other hand, our heavenly young master chuckled deviously at the sight of Violet fleeing.

He had only glimpsed the way her ass cheeks bobbing up and down in that sundress, and it was quite the spectacle.

'Imagine those untouched ass cheeks bouncing on my shlong. Up and down, up and down.'

He thought, picturing her riding him. He started to hump the air like an enthusiastic dog, his cock swinging wildly.

He imagined her gasping, "Brother... so b-big?" or "It's tearing me apart."

His cock twitched violently as he imagined deflowering her.

"Kekeke. Soon, soon."

He laughed creepily and jumped out of bed. It was time for family dinner. He pulled on some boxers and a black sleeveless t-shirt and headed out of the room.

At the dinner table, even after their mom and dad had joined, Violet was nowhere to be seen.

It wasn't until five minutes into the meal that she emerged from her room, her entire face a deep shade of red.

She avoided eye contact with everyone, especially her brother.

From the scent in the air, Kane was sure his little sister had been getting off thinking about him.

'Kekeke. This is easier than I thought.'

He chuckled to himself as she shyly took a seat across from him.

She'd changed into pink shorts and a white tank top, her full, perky breasts practically begging for attention.

"Honey, why're you late?"

Their dad asked.

"Sorry, Dad. I... uh... got some ramen on my dress, took a while to wash it."

Violet lied. Of course, she couldn't say, "Oh, I was late because I was busy fingering myself, thinking about my big brother's hard, throbbing cock," now could she?

'Time to start teasing her, get her into this naturally.'

Kane smirked, his mind racing with ways to exploit the innocent girl in front of him.

Just a little while ago, there was a glass wall between him and Violet—a glass wall called taboo. Or maybe it was called a relationship.

Either way, it kept her from acting on her feelings.

But now, after seeing his hard cock, touching it, stroking it, tiny cracks were forming on that glass wall.

All he needed was a little more push, and Violet would shatter through, falling onto his cock, moaning and panting like a woman possessed.

"Why aren't you eating, Hunter? Don't you like it?"

Hunter snapped out of his trance, startled by the sudden voice.

He had been so engrossed in imagining Violet bouncing on his cock that he hadn't noticed his dad speaking to him.

He tore his eyes away from the untouched plate in front of him and looked at the man he called his dad.

Willian Kane, that cheating motherfucker, had screwed around on Hunter's mom.

Sure, it was just speculation, because the original Hunter never had the balls to act on his suspicions.

Confront his dad? Spy on him? Hunter Kane was too much of a pussy.

A chump living in a self-made bubble, where fake roles and pretend love were his comfort zone.

But Heavenly Young Master Kane? Hell no, he wasn't putting up with that shit.

No more living in lies. No more hiding behind illusions and delusions. He was going to uncover every dirty secret lurking in the shadows.

All the skeletons in this godforsaken family's closet, starting with his stepmother.

There she was, across the table, munching on ramen his weak sister made, like she didn't have a care in the world.

A devious smile crept across his face as he watched his stepmother, a sultry MILF clad only in a white nightie that clung to her voluptuous body.

Her deep cleavage and those twin mountains were practically begging to be ravaged, kneaded, sucked, and fucked.

He licked his lips unconsciously, gulping down a mouthful of saliva.

Then he looked at his father again and smiled.

This motherfucker had an absolute bombshell at home—a literal succubus who dressed like a filthy rich woman despite living in a practical rat hole filled with degenerates.

Yet, he had neither the time nor the energy to fuck her properly, day and night.

Wasn't our heavenly young master a lucky man?

To inherit such a hot stepmother, a pair of sexy sisters, and such a loving father. Oh, and also a brother than can be said to be the best brother in the world.

If he had been specifically transmigrated into this boy's body, it meant fate was basically telling him to teach these women a lesson.

And he was going to do just that. His smile widened, and he opened his mouth and said...