Raw Eclipse: Forbidden Cravings Unleashed
Heat clung to the air like a lover’s sweat-slicked skin, the distant hum of city traffic seeping through cracked windows of the loft apartment. Jake slouched on the worn leather couch, controller in hand, pixels exploding on the screen as his character met a gruesome end—again. At twenty-two, he was all sharp angles and restless energy, six-foot-four frame lean from too many nights skipping meals for raids. His girlfriend, Mia, had texted earlier, her words buzzing with that familiar desperation. Finals were shredding her nerves, and only one thing cut through the noise.
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Chapter 1: Fractured Focus 🔥
The door to Mia’s dorm rattled open hours later, Jake’s boots thudding against the scuffed linoleum. She was a vision of chaotic brilliance—petite, caramel-skinned curves spilling from oversized sweats, her wild coils pinned haphazardly. Eighteen and already dominating pre-med, but stress turned her into a storm. “Jake,” she breathed, eyes glassy behind thick lenses, “I can’t… equations everywhere.”
He didn’t waste words. Scooping her up, he tasted salt on her neck, the faint vanilla of her lotion mixing with anxious sweat. She clung like vines, short legs wrapping his waist as he pinned her against the door. The wood creaked under their weight. “Let me bury it all for you,” he growled, voice gravel from disuse.
Mia’s whimpers filled the tiny room, textbooks scattering like fallen leaves. He stripped her slow at first, savoring the quiver of her full breasts, nipples hardening under his thumbs. Then urgency hit—raw, animal need. Pants shoved down, his thickness sprang free, veined and heavy, slapping her thigh. She gasped, fingers tracing its impossible girth. “How… every time.”
On her knees, she devoured him sloppily, chocolate eyes watering as she stretched her lips wide. Saliva dripped in strings, pooling on the carpet’s musty fibers. Jake threaded fingers through her hair, guiding deeper, the wet gluck-gluck echoing off cinderblock walls. But he craved more. Yanking her up, he bent her over the desk, papers crunching under her elbows.
Her ass, plush and jiggling, begged for it. He spat on his palm, slicking her folds—plump, glistening already. One thrust, and she shattered. “Fuuuuck, Jake! Split me raw!” The word hung, primal, as he bottomed out, belly pressing against her back. Her walls clenched like a vice, heat milking him. Each slam deformed her soft stomach outward, a visible bulge traveling with his invasions.
“Take it, my little genius slut,” he rasped, slapping flesh that rippled like waves on dark ocean skin. Mia babbled—coherent thoughts dissolving into pleas. Sweat stung his eyes, the room reeking of musk and ink. Climax built, her cries peaking as she convulsed, juices squirting down thighs. Jake roared, flooding her. Cum surged in ropes, bloating her core until her abdomen swelled visibly, taut like overripe fruit. She collapsed, panting, belly gurgling softly.
“You’re my reset button,” she murmured, tracing the distended curve with trembling fingers. Jake pulled out slow, a gush following, creamy white against her sheen. Tenderness followed—kisses on cooling skin, whispers of futures amid the mess.
Chapter 2: Storm’s Arrival 💋
Back at the loft, dawn painted graffiti shadows on brick walls. Jake’s sister, Lena, had crashed there two nights prior—booted from her grad dorm by exasperated lab partners. Twenty-three, pear-shaped perfection hidden under baggy hoodies: porcelain skin from lab marathons, raven waves perpetually in a messy bun, green eyes magnified by geek-chic frames. Biotech prodigy gunning for a neural engineering internship, but anxiety was her saboteur.
Pacing started at sunrise. Thud-thud of bare feet on hardwood, mutters escalating to shrieks. “Idiot! Neuron firing rates—why can’t I map this?” Books flew, alarms blared mantras of mediocrity. Jake groaned from his bed, walls thin as paper. Mia’s afterglow faded fast; now this hurricane.
He’d envied Lena’s drive once—same genes, opposite paths. Him, community college dropout turned freelance coder/gamer, coasting on charm and that monstrous endowment. Her, relentless, judgmental of his “wasted potential.” Close as kids, drifted apart. But blood pulled now, her chaos mirroring Mia’s in echoey ways.
Pizza box empty on the counter, cheese congealed. Lena snatched a slice mid-rant, oblivious, olive oil gleaming on pale fingers. Jake watched from the shadows, frustration boiling. Her curves strained the old tee—wide hips swaying unconsciously, full breasts heaving with each hyperventilated breath. “Lena,” he tried, voice low. No response. Autopilot.
A crash—her fist through dry wall. Jake’s limit snapped. Padding over, he gripped her shoulders. She jolted, eyes wild. “Jake? Shit, how long have you…?” Pizza tumbled, sauce splattering like blood.
“Long enough. Parents dipped to their cruise, left me with the fallout. You’re wrecking the place—and me.”
She blinked, unraveling. “Internship interview tomorrow. If I bomb…” Tears welled, glasses fogging.
Jake’s mind flashed to Mia’s relief, then darker. “I know a way to unplug you. Worked wonders for someone else.”
Lena snorted, wiping her face. “What, video games? Pass.”
“No. Raw distraction.” The word slipped, charged. Her flush deepened, but she didn’t pull away.
Whispers of Tension
The kitchen island became confessional. Coffee steamed, bitter on tongues, as he spilled—Mia’s breakdowns, their ritual. Lena listened, knees drawn up, soft belly folding over thighs. Arousal flickered in her stare, curiosity warring shame. “Incestuous much?” But her voice cracked, nipples peaking fabric.
Jake leaned closer, cologne mingling with her lavender soap. “Not like that. Just… release. You’re wound so tight, sis, you’ll snap.”
Her hand brushed his accidentally—or not?—electric. Silence thickened, broken by her alarm: “Elite or obsolete!” She flinched, spiral reigniting.
“Enough.” Jake stood, resolve hardening like his growing bulge.
Chapter 3: Threshold Breached
Lena’s bedroom door splintered inward under Jake’s palm. Posters of synaptic diagrams fluttered like startled birds. She whirled from her desk, ponytail whipping, face a mask of frenzy. “Jake, out! I need—”
“You need this.” Pants tented obscenely, the outline raw intimidation. She backed up, tripping over notes, ass hitting mattress springs.
“What the hell? Boner boy, handle it solo!” But eyes locked south, widening. He stalked forward, yanking sweats down her legs in a frenzy. Pale thighs parted instinctively, trimmed bush framing puffy lips already dewing.
“Gross! Stop!” Kicks faltered as his fingers delved—two, then three—curling into velvet heat. She bucked, a moan betraying. “This… won’t… work. Too stressed.”
Jake smirked, thumb circling her swollen pearl. Citrus tang of her arousal filled nostrils, her gasps ragged symphonies. She’d shave her head before admitting, but pleasure uncoiled knots. Hips rolled unbidden, belly quaking softly.
“See? Body knows.” Deeper strokes, walls fluttering. She clawed sheets, glasses askew, but the peak eluded—tension’s iron grip.
“Told you,” she panted, defiant even as juices slicked his wrist. “Girlfriend gets the full treatment, huh?”
He withdrew, chin glistening. Dropping low, he inhaled her musk—earthy, intoxicating. Tongue lapped broad, savoring salty-sweet nectar. Lena arched, thighs clamping his ears like vise. “Fuuuck, no—yes—wrong!” Fingers tangled his shag, pulling him flush.
Slurps and whimpers wove, her flavor exploding on tastebuds. Jake devoured ravenously, nose buried in curls, until jaws ached. She trembled on precipice, but no plunge.
Phone chimed: neural net failure loop. Reality crashed back. “Gotta study…”
Jake surged up, stripping bare. His cock loomed—ten veined inches, fist-thick, precum beading. Lena’s jaw dropped. “No way… impossible.”
“Only way.” He notched her entrance, pressure building. She clawed his chest. “Please—too big—family!”
Ignoring, he surged. Inch by agonizing inch, her slit yielded, stretching obscenely. A bulge formed mid-belly, mapping his advance. “Aaaahhh!” Lena wailed, nails drawing blood. Twelve inches seated, her core throbbed around invasion.
Pain bloomed to ecstasy. Jake held, letting her adjust, their breaths mingling hot. Then motion—slow grinds swelling to pistons. Each thrust punched visible outline, her guts rearranging. “Raw… so raw!” she gasped, legs locking his waist.
“That’s it, sis. Feel me own you.” Slaps echoed wetly, her tits bouncing wildly. Sweat-slick skin slid, room fogging with steam. She creamed first, walls convulsing, squirting arcs soaking his sac. Jake chased, balls tightening. Eruption—gallons it felt, her womb flooding, belly inflating like a balloon. Skin stretched taut, navel popping outward, cum sloshing audibly.
They collapsed, her distended form heaving. “Holy… shit,” she whispered, hand cradling the swell. Tendrils of aftershocks rippled, vulnerability cracking her shell. Jake stroked her hair, guilt flickering amid triumph. Connection deepened, raw and unspoken.
Chapter 4: Echoes of Addiction
Morning light sliced blinds, illuminating the wreckage. Cum-crusted sheets, Lena’s belly still rounded, leaking steadily. She stirred, green eyes meeting his—confusion melting to hunger. “That… happened.”
Jake nodded, cock twitching anew. “Cleared your head?”
Interview loomed. She rose gingerly, womb churning, dress hugging the unnatural curve. “Like a fog lifted. But this…” Poking the bloat, a burp escaped—salty on tongue.
“Wear it like armor.” Kiss lingered, lips tasting their mingled essence.
Alone, Jake messaged Mia: Back in the zone? Her reply: hearts and eggplant. Guilt gnawed, but Lena’s return that eve shattered it.
“Nailed it! Offer on table.” She beamed, stripping unprompted. “Need more… raw therapy.”
They tumbled to couch, urgency feverish. This time, she rode, impaling slow. Belly distended anew, her moans pornographic. “Deeper—ruin me!” Hands on his chest, she bounced, ass clapping thunderous.
New scene unfolded: mirror propped, watching her transformation. Reflection showed slut blooming—glasses slipping, bun unraveling to cascades. Jake’s thumbs dug hips, guiding brutal pace. Climaxes chained; hers endless, his painting depths till overflowed.
Shadows of Doubt
Night deepened, post-fuck haze. Spooned, his length nestled her cleft. “Mia?” she murmured.
“Doesn’t know. This… us.”
Lena twisted, vulnerability raw. “Incest. Wrong. But feels right.” Tears wet pillow, his arms tightening. Emotional bridge built—siblings reclaiming lost bond through flesh.
Phone buzzed—Mia incoming. Panic flared, but Lena slipped away, belly sloshing.
Chapter 5: Tangled Flames
Mia arrived bubbly, oblivious. Loft smelled of sex and citrus cleaner. “Missed you,” she purred, straddling Jake. Lena lurked kitchen, eavesdropping, jealousy twisting with arousal.
Jake fucked Mia on counter—standing, her legs dangling, belly bulging identically. “Raw power,” Mia moaned, echoing Lena unconsciously. Cum bloated her too, matching sister’s silhouette.
Lena watched hidden, fingers circling clit. Shame burned, but peak hit hard.
Post-Mia nap, Lena pounced. “My turn.” Threesome unspoken, but rivalry sparked? No—Jake claimed both, rotating destroys. Wait, original no threesome. Alter: Lena confronts later.
Nightcap: Lena, belly twin-peaked from fresh load. “Share?” Tentative.
Jake froze. “Mia’d freak.”
“Then keep secret.” Lips met, sealing pact. Raw hunger evolved—love’s undercurrent.
Internship Ignition
Weeks blurred. Lena aced internship, lab scents clinging—chem solvents, ozone. Homecomings: raw ruttings. New scene: shower steam, water cascading over inflated forms. Soapsuds foamed on bulges, her mouth worshiping his length under spray.
Conflicts brewed—Mia sensed shift. “You’re distant.” Jake deflected, guilt raw wound.
Chapter 6: Eclipse Eternal
Crisis peaked: Mia’s surprise visit mid-fuck. Door ajar, Lena mid-ride, belly obscene, Jake’s hands molding. Mia’s gasp froze time.
“What the fuck?!” Betrayal warred lust—eyes on the spectacle.
Transformed: no fight. Mia stepped in, curious. “Show me.” Threesome ignited—curves entwining, Jake’s cock shuttling. Bellies swelled in unison, moans harmonizing. Cumflation symphony, room flooding essence.
Aftermath: tangled limbs, confessions spilling. “Family now,” Lena breathed. Mia nodded, seals broken.
Bonds reforged in raw eclipse—taboos shattered, pleasures infinite. Futures intertwined, distractions eternal.
Embers glowed, night air thick with promise.
