I have always loved the idea of forbidden fantasies. The mere thought of performing something sinful adds a fire to my soul. The pleasure it brings makes me feel all giddy and excited.
And that brings me to the only person, who could make me wet just by looking at me.
Judah Henris. My Brother.
I sighed and walked down the stairs to the kitchen. My D cup breasts bounced freely under the oversized shirt as I wasn't wearing any bra. Reaching downstairs, I found Judah sitting at the table while scrolling through his phone. And that too shirtless. He was only wearing a pair of short pants. I admired his hard chest and his droolworthy eight abs. Unconsciously, I licked my lips. Then, when my conscience kicked in, I shook my head and went into the kitchen to find food.
Only there was no food.
That dear brother of mine didn't even make any breakfast. That explains why he was sitting there, scrolling through his phone. I took out the ingredients of waffles and made the batter. I heated the pan and started to make the pancakes. All the while, Judah didn't even speak a word to me.
Judah was twenty-six years old while I was twenty-three. Our parents died in a car crash when I was eighteen. Since then, Judah had been taking care of my expenses by doing small jobs here and there. He loved me but not the way I wanted him to. I decided to seduce him by wearing short revealing clothes. But to my disappointment, I didn't get any reaction out of him. And the fact that Judah was a man of few words didn't help.
I hummed a song whilst making the waffles. I twirled my hips a little while humming the song, enjoying the beat that went through my head. And then, suddenly I felt a pair of hands on my waist. What the hell!
