Tempting Kin: Forbidden Flames 🔥
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Chapter 1: Stormy Arrival
Rain hammered the Seattle streets like a relentless drumbeat, turning the bus station into a slick chaos of umbrellas and muffled curses. Jake gripped his truck keys tighter, scanning the crowd spilling from the Greyhound. He’d never laid eyes on Lila, his second cousin from the California coast, but the family grapevine had painted her as this wild spirit chasing art dreams at the local university. Second cousins—distant enough for polite nods at reunions, close enough to make this flatshare scheme feel like a reckless gamble.
There. Auburn waves plastered to her shoulders, soaked through a thin white tank that clung like a second skin, outlining the swell of her full breasts. She was taller than he’d imagined, legs endless in cutoff denim shorts, runner’s thighs taut from pounding coastal trails back home. Twenty years old, fire in her hazel eyes as she wrestled a duffel bag twice her size. Jake’s pulse kicked up. Tempting, that curve of her hip as she bent to grab another bag. He shoved the thought down, honking the horn.
“Lila?” he called, hopping out into the downpour. Water sheeted off his jacket.
She straightened, grinning through the wet strands whipping her face. “Jake? Holy shit, you’re a lifesaver!” Her hug slammed into him, body pressing close—soft heat against his chest, scent of rain-mixed coconut shampoo invading his senses. Breasts mashed firm, nipples pebbling through fabric from the chill. He stiffened, not just from the cold, guiding her to the truck with bags thudding into the bed.
The drive back blurred through steamed windows, wipers slapping rhythm. She chattered about ditching her sketchy dorm—lecherous RA, pot haze choking the halls, rent hikes that screamed exploitation. “Family to the rescue, right? Your aunt twisted my arm with those pics of the apartment.” Jake nodded, throat dry. His one-bedroom overlooking Puget Sound was no palace: foldout couch in the living nook, his king bed dominating the bedroom. Work as a coder paid decent for a 25-year-old, but Seattle’s bite left no room for luxuries. Sharing meant survival.
Inside, steam rose as they peeled off wet layers. Lila kicked off sandals, toes curling on the heated oak floors. “Smells like pine and coffee—homey.” She stretched, tank riding up to flash toned midriff, navel piercing glinting. Jake busied with towels, heart thudding. The foldout screeched open that night, her silhouette behind a thin curtain partition he’d rigged from tension rods. Sighs filtered through as she settled, fabric whispering against skin he couldn’t unsee.
Morning broke foggy, salt air drifting in. Coffee brewed strong, black. Lila emerged tousled, sleep shorts hugging her ass like a promise, tank twisted to bare one shoulder. “Fuck, that rain lulled me hard.” Her laugh gravelly, eyes lingering on his bare chest as he poured mugs. Touch of her fingers brushing his—electric. Tempting to pull her closer, taste the sleep-warm curve of her neck. Instead, he handed over keys, muttering about his commute.
Chapter 2: Close Quarters Simmer
Weeks blurred into routine, the apartment a pressure cooker of proximity. Jake’s coding shifts dragged till dusk; Lila’s art classes spilled into late-night sketches at the kitchenette table, charcoal smudging her fingers black. They’d collide in the narrow hall—her fresh from showers, steam-scented skin glowing, towel slipping low enough to tease the valley between her breasts. He’d catch glimpses: freckles dusting her cleavage, the dark shadow of trimmed bush under sheer panties once when she bent for a dropped sketchpad.
“Whoops,” she’d giggle, not rushing to cover. Voice husky, eyes dancing with mischief. Jake’s cock twitched traitorously, thickening against his jeans. He was no saint—last hookup a forgettable bar fling months back—but family? Blood hummed a warning. Still, nights alone in his bed, her muffled moans pierced the walls. Vibrator’s low buzz, gasps climbing to whimpers. He’d fist his length, imagining plunging into that slick heat, guilt souring the release.
One fog-shrouded evening, he found her in the kitchen devouring takeout Thai, legs tucked under her on the counter stool. Spice hung heavy, chilies burning the air. “Join me? Your portions look sad.” She forked pad see ew into his mouth, sauce dripping down his chin. Her thumb wiped it, lingering on his lip. Taste exploded—sweet, fiery—mirroring the spark in her gaze. Conversation twisted to her failed setups at school: “Guys here are all hipster posers, no grit.”
His laugh rumbled. “Grit? Like pounding miles on those beach runs you rave about?” She leaned in, breath minty-sharp. “Exactly. Need someone who can keep up.” Leg brushed his under the counter, calf sliding up his thigh. Accidental? Bullshit. His hardness stirred, tenting pants. She noticed, biting her lip—tempting plump flesh. Pulled back with a wink, leaving him aching.
That weekend, a new twist: her art show opening. “Be my plus-one? Fake boyfriend vibes to fend off creeps.” Jake hesitated, memories of family picnics flashing. But her pleading pout won. Gallery hummed with wine-sips and murmurs, her pieces raw—bodies entwined in charcoal fury, hips grinding abstract passion. She glowed in a slinky black number, fabric whispering over curves as she mingled.
A rival artist cornered her, hand too low on her back. Jake slid in, arm possessive around her waist. “Problem?” Voice low growl. The guy slunk off. Lila’s fingers dug into his side, heat searing through shirt. “My hero,” she purred later in the truck, head lolling against his shoulder. Home, she kicked off heels, dress hiking to bare lace thong. “Unzip me?” Back turned, hair cascading like silk ropes. Zipper rasped down, exposing smooth back, dimples above her ass. No bra. She shimmied free, naked glory facing him—breasts heavy, nipples dusky peaks begging suck. Pussy lips puffy, glistening faintly.
“Boyfriend privileges,” she teased, swaying hips before vanishing behind the curtain. Buzzing started soon after. Jake stroked himself raw that night, cum splattering abs to visions of claiming her.
Unexpected Heatwave
Seattle’s rare scorcher hit midweek, AC kaput. Sweat beaded their skins, air thick as arousal. Lila paraded in a threadbare tank and boy shorts, fabric translucent with damp. Nipples strained, cameltoe blatant. Cooking dinner, she bent for pots—ass cheeks parting around the crotch strip, hinting at pink folds. Jake’s gaze burned. “Eyes up here,” she quipped, but arched deeper, tempting fate.
They collapsed on the couch post-meal, fans whirring futilely. Movie flickered—steamy thriller, moans syncing with theirs unspoken. Her thigh draped his, heat radiating. Hand trailed his arm, nails grazing. “Hot as hell,” she murmured. He grunted agreement, cock rigid. She shifted, mound grinding his hip once. Twice. Breath hitched. Pulled away laughing. “Night, cuz.”
Chapter 3: Cracks in the Wall 💋
Tension coiled tighter than a spring. Lila’s teasing escalated—morning coffee in panties alone, bending to ‘search’ cabinets, pussy scent musky-sweet wafting. Jake’s resolve frayed; he’d jerk in the shower, water cascading over his thick shaft, picturing bending her over the sink, ramming home.
Her part-time gig at a beachside tattoo parlor kept her bronzed, ink fresh on her ribcage: thorny rose twisting toward her breast. “Wanna see?” One night, tank lifted slow, tattoo blooming vivid. Fingers traced his forearm. “Touch?” Skin quivered under his palm, inching up to underboob softness. Nipple hardened as thumb grazed edge. She gasped, eyes dark pools. “Jake…” Voice breathy plea.
He bolted to the balcony, salt wind cooling his flush. Stars wheeled overhead, waves crashing distant thunder. Inside, her vibrator hummed frantic. He listened, hand down pants, syncing strokes to her cries climaxing sharp.
New scene brewed: impromptu beach road trip. Puget Sound called on a sunny Sunday. Truck rattled to Alki Beach, cooler stocked with IPAs, sandwiches salty with prosciutto. Lila in bikini—emerald strings barely containing her tits, bottoms wedged deep in cleft. Sand gritted feet, sun baked skin golden. They raced waves, her laughter pealing. Splashing war turned wrestle; she pinned him underwater, thighs clamping his waist, mound grinding his abs. Emerged sputtering, lips inches. Kiss hovered, electric. Pulled back, breathless.
Picnic haze of beer buzz. She oiled up, hands gliding over legs, fingers dipping inner thighs. “Help?” He kneaded her back, thumbs pressing ass dimples. She moaned low, pushing into touch. Cock wept pre-cum in trunks. Race back cooled nothing; truck cab reeked of sunscreen and desire.
Home, shower shared by necessity—water rationing myth. She soaped his chest, lather sliding to grip his erection. “Oops.” Stroke firm. He groaned, hips bucking. “Lila…” Fingers invaded her cleft, finding sopping slit. Clit throbbed under pad. She whimpered, grinding. Stopped at edge. “Not yet, boyfriend.”
Chapter 4: The Inferno Ignites
University bash loomed—Lila’s final-year rager, masquerade theme. “Pretend it’s real?” Dress crimson silk, slit to hip, mask feathered black. Jake in slacks and vest, bulge obvious. Party pulsed in a loft warehouse, bass thumping veins, sweat and booze thick. Bodies writhed; she dragged him to dancefloor, ass grinding his crotch blatant.
Hands roamed—his on hips, hers backward cupping his balls through fabric. “Feel how wet I am?” Whisper hot in ear, guiding his palm under skirt. Bare pussy drenched, lips parting easy. Finger plunged knuckle-deep, walls clenching velvet fire. She bucked, mask slipping. Stumbled to shadows, kiss crashing—tongues warring salty, teeth nipping.
Against wall, her hand freed his cock—veins pulsing, head mushroom purple. “Fuck me, Jake. Now.” He hiked her leg, slammed home. Cunt gripped like vise, juices squirting down thighs. Thrusts brutal, hips slapping wet smacks. She clawed his back, nails drawing red lines. “Harder, cousin—own this pussy!” Climax ripped her, walls milking; he flooded deep, seed hot pulses.
After, trembling collapse in cabana alcove. Lips bruised, bodies slick. “Worth the sin?” Her whisper vulnerable. He kissed forehead, tasting salt tears mixed sweat. Drove home silent, hands linked sticky.
Midnight Confessions
Apartment dim, city lights flickering. She straddled him on couch, naked glory descending. Pussy engulfed cock slow, inch by torturous inch. Ride languid now, eyes locked. “Wanted this since Eros hug—no, airport pickup. Your strength… tempting as fuck.” Breasts bounced hypnotic, he latched nipple, sucking hard. Bite drew yelp, spurring grind faster.
Talk flowed filthy-sweet: “Love your fat cock stretching me.” “Your greedy hole owns me.” Orgasms chained—hers drenching thighs, his painting womb white. Collapsed entwined, breaths syncing waves.
Chapter 5: Depths of Depravity
No walls left. Mornings dawned to her mouth on his morning wood, throat gulping deep, gags wet music. “Breakfast,” she’d slur around shaft, saliva drooling chin. He’d flip her, tongue delving asshole rim, then cunt, lapping cream. Anal beckoned next—lube slick, her ass cheeks spread wide. “Take my virgin shithole, Jake.” Crown breached ring, inching past resistance. Pain-pleasure twist; she howled, pushing back. Full hilt, bowels clenching bliss. Pounds savage, balls slapping pussy. “Cum in my guts!” He did, eruption flooding rectum hot.
New depravity: kitchen fuckfest. Her bent over sink, tits swinging as rammed doggy. Faucet gushed cold on clit, heightening shocks. Fist joined—three fingers in pussy, thumb ass. She squirted arc, puddling tiles. “Fucking wreck me!” Voice raw scream.
Sensory storm: fishy tang of arousal, skin slapping percussion, ass musk heady, cock veined steel in vise, visions of her face contorted ecstasy. After, tender baths—foamed bodies soaped gentle, kisses soft explorations.
Conflict surfaced whispers: “Family fallout?” Guilt flickered. But desire drowned it. “We’re us now.”
Chapter 6: Eternal Temptation 🔥💋
Summer waned, her job at parlor tattooing his hip—tribal knot mirroring hers, needle sting prelude to couch pounding. Public risks amped: ferry ride handjob under jacket, cum soaking her palm gulped-swallowed. Beach redux: dunes fuck, sand abrading knees, waves masking cries. Doggy in surf, salt stinging welts from slaps.
Emotional core deepened. Post-orgasm cuddles confessed dreams—her staying post-grad, his promo affording real space. Vulnerability raw: “Scared to lose this.” Fingers traced scars, lips soothed.
Climax night: suspension rig from her ink connections. Bound spread-eagle, vibes buzzing holes. Whipped tits pink, clamps pinching nipples leaking droplets. Double penetration—cock ass, dildo cunt. She shattered multiples, body convulsing arcs. Freed, worshipped his body reverse, ass smothering face as 69 devours. Final load throat-deep, her swallowing every drop with purr.
Dawn painted gold their tangle. No regrets shadowed peace. Temptation? No—destiny embraced. Seattle hummed below, their world sealed sweat-sealed bonds. Future beckoned wilder, kin flames unquenched.
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