"Never. Never, with me," she breathed.
"It is."
"You want your c**k in me, don't you? All of you. In me." she whispered into my neck, rubbing herself against me.
I nodded, not trusting myself to speak.
"How much?"
"More than I can bear."
"Why?"
"Because it's you, and it's wrong, and it's hot. But mostly because it's you."
She shifted her leg over mine, pressing her thigh hard against me. I whimpered and ground against her. She took a breath and levered herself so she lay on top of me, her belly and groin pressed, grinding against my erection. "Why's it wrong, Joey? Why is honest lust wrong?"
"Because we're brother and sister."
She raised herself on her elbow and stared down at me. "I don't care."
"We're drunk," I hedged.
"Yes, but again, I don't care." She pushed herself uprigh
