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she didn’t think she had much left to hide at all. Her hips, wide and delicious, practically popped out of her tiny black skirt. Her heels had blood red bottoms and pushed her thighs up and apart, positioning her ass cheeks high for gripping.
    God, but she looks fertile .
    The thought came unbidden, but now that it was there, she couldn’t get rid of it. Annette did look fertile. Like some kind of Greek Goddess, with wide hips and overflowing breasts, long hair that bespoke entirely of a tradition of hot, animal rutting to breed out heroes and demi-gods. Her body oozed growth and fruitful multiplying.
    Perhaps that’s what this was all about—with Charlie. Trying to get herself pregnant and pass it off as Archibald’s heir to keep the old man in her pocket. Yes...yes, that seemed like just the sort of thing a bimbo like Annette would do.
    Charlie, for his part, seemed to greatly enjoy Annette’s attentions. After she left, he looked out the window to admire her tight ass in her scandalously tiny outfit.
    Then, slowly, grinning low, Charlie turned to Nora.
    “You still look really hot in those pants, sis.”
    Immediately, Nora’s heart thumped fast, up and down from her throat to her stomach.
    “Oh.” She gulped. “T-thank you.”
    She was all alone. All alone in this tiny room with this big, big man who, at any time could just decide to hold her down and take her and have his way with her and oh fuck, fuck , why was that so incredibly hot to her?
    Pinned. That's the word she was looking for. He could wrap her arms around her body and pin them there. And then his hand could slide around her throat, keeping her in place, completely under his control and oh fuck— her cunt was dripping wet.
    He reached forward and took her arm. Something he had done all his life. And yet this time, it felt like a stranger was doing it. Something terrible and dark and forceful had happened to Charlie, this young stud who she had grown up with.
    It was Annette, thought Nora, allowing herself to be pulled forward. She had corrupted him somehow. Changed him. It was all Annette’s fault.
    “And that little shirt.” He played with the edge of her collar, tracing it down to where the first button was actually buttoned—right above the line of her cleavage. “God, your body is so tight. I feel like I could just...” He shivered slightly, sliding one hand down her side.
    This was more than just the touch of a brother. That was a lover’s touch.
    “Charlie...hey.” She giggled, trying to give him an escape route, that maybe this was all in good fun. “I’m um...tired...so let’s not do this, okay?”
    “I want to do this.” His hand gripped hard on her hip. “I want it right now.”
    He pushed her back on the bed. Nora fell back helplessly. Her legs floated together, locked in place only by the frail notions of her timid, insincere resistance.
    “No, Charlie, please, I don’t want this...”
    “Yes you do,” he growled, pushing up underneath her skirt. Her cunt dripped wet down onto his fingers. The sex there pulsed with urgent, aching need. “I can smell how you want it. I’ve smelled your lust for so long, now. You want it. You just don’t want to want it, do you? You wish you could have some stupid, normal little life where you get away from me and no one ever asks you about why you want to fuck your brother so bad. Don’t you?”
    Nora nodded slow. “Y-yes. I’m sorry, Charlie. But...I just can’t. I want it, I want it so bad, but i-it’s so wrong...”
    But despite her words, she urged her hips forward into his touch. Actions betraying her true wants. His fingers slid further into her folds. Almost all the way into her entrance.
    “It’s not wrong. It’s right. Nothing is more right. I want you, Nora. I’ve always wanted you. And we can both have what we’ve always wanted. How is that wrong? How could that possibly be wrong?”
    She didn’t have an answer.
    Slowly, her hands came up to his handsome face,