The phone rings. Mom’s voice drips honey. ‘A charming young girl for you, Pascal.’ My throat tightens. Annick. Her voice hits like lightning. Heart slams ribs. Boom-boom. Faster. I grip the receiver. Mom hovers, eyes prying. Curse her. Annick whispers love. ‘I think of you nonstop. It’s a storm.’ My cock twitches. Pulse races. I want to scream it back. But Mom’s tentacles cling. Annick laughs. ‘Moms are curious, huh?’ Sweat beads on my neck. She hints at a surprise email. Thirty pages of madness. My love. Hung up. Mom probes. Panties in my bed? Fuck. Rage boils.
Philippe’s place—her house. Chaos everywhere. Boxes, shouts. Annick opens the door. Eyes lock. Air crackles. I brush her body. Electric jolt. Skin burns. Her hand squeezes mine. Hidden. Mom yaps urgent work. I stare at Annick. Exotic beauty. Harelip? Bullshit. She’s perfection. Grace in every move. Heart thunders. Cock hardens. Upstairs to her room. Philippe late. I slip in. Her scent assaults. Pillow. Deep inhale. Musky, sweet pussy trace. Robe. Bury face. Childhood relics. My neurons fire. Dizzy with need. Possession screams.
The Fever
Door creaks. Not Philippe. Annick. Finger to lips. ‘Shhh. One minute.’ Mouths crash. Tongues invade. Savage. Wet, hungry. She grinds against my bulge. Hard steel throbs. Hands claw her ass. Pull her close. Sweat slicks skin. Breaths ragged. Heart explodes. She moans into my mouth. Crush her tits to my chest. Nipples peak through fabric. I want to rip clothes. Fuck her raw. Pound deep. Urgent. Bestial. Legs weaken. Her hips buck. Friction builds fire. Lips bruise. Saliva drips. Time stops. ‘Annick!’ Mom calls. Ignore. Deeper thrust of tongue. She claws my back. Heat surges. Cum threatens.
She pulls back. Gasps. Dives again. Fiercer. My hands under shirt. Hot skin. Smooth. Fingers dig. She arches. ‘Fuck me,’ eyes beg. But shouts rise. ‘Coming!’ Last kiss. Soft now. Burning. She flees. Gazelle grace. I stagger. Stars spin. Philippe lumbers in. Joints. Plagiarism. Bullshit. Then he sneers. ‘My sister’s in love? That monster? Who’d want her ugly mug?’ Nausea hits. Vomit rises. Grab papers. Stumble down. Annick supports. Her touch soothes. Skin still fever-hot. Whispers later. Bisous linger. Lips tingle. Night swallows me. Her eyes glow. Everyone knows soon. Inevitable. Body aches for more. Skin branded. Unique blaze. Ashes smolder. Crave the next inferno.