In her dream, Nojiko was adrift on a vast, boundless sea.
The waves crashed against her small boat with a rhythmic slapping sound—slap, slap, slap. The ocean grew rougher, the boat rocking violently until she felt wet and dizzy.
Suddenly, the sea vanished. The white mist cleared.
Nojiko opened her eyes.
Moonlight streamed through the window. It was still dark in the cottage.
But the rhythmic slapping hadn't stopped.
Beside her, the bed was shaking. The sounds of heavy breathing, wet friction, and soft moans filled the small room.
Nojiko froze. By the pale light of the moon, she saw them.
Darian and Nami were entwined just a few feet away. Nami's legs were wrapped around his neck, her body folded almost in half, while Darian pounded into her with relentless, animalistic force.
Oh god.
Nojiko squeezed her eyes shut, her heart hammering against her ribs like a trapped bird.
Thump-thump. Thump-thump.
She tried to feign sleep, but her body betrayed her. The bed rose and fell like the waves in her dream. The scent of sex—musk, sweat, and pheromones—was thick and suffocating. Even with her eyes closed, she could picture everything: Darian's sweat-slicked back, Nami's flushed face, the way their bodies connected.
Adrenaline surged through her veins. Her breathing grew shallow and erratic.
She didn't see the smirk on Darian's face as he glanced at her trembling form.
Darian knew she was awake. That was the plan.
He had driven Nami to the brink of exhaustion specifically for this moment. He wanted Nami unconscious so he could claim the second sister without interruption. It was despicable, filthy, and utterly intoxicating.
He reached out and grabbed Nojiko's wrist.
Nojiko flinched, her whole body going rigid. She didn't dare open her eyes. She lay there, terrified and aroused, as Darian held her hand while he continued to thrust into her sister.
Nami was delirious. Her eyes had rolled back, her mouth open in a silent scream of pleasure. She was on the edge.
Darian gritted his teeth. He had been holding back for this moment.
Creak. Groan.
The bed frame protested under the final, brutal assault.
"Nami..." Darian growled.
He slammed into the navigator one last time, burying himself to the hilt. He roared, unleashing a torrent of hot seed deep inside her womb.
Nami arched her back, her body seizing in a massive, body-wracking orgasm. Her head lolled to the side, and with a soft, final whimper, she went limp. She had fainted from the sheer intensity.
Silence returned to the room, broken only by Darian's heavy panting.
Pop.
Darian pulled out slowly. Nami lay sprawled like a broken doll, her legs still spread, white fluid leaking from her abused entrance.
Darian kissed her sweat-damp forehead tenderly, pulling the sheet up to cover her. Then he turned his attention to the other woman in the bed.
"Sister," Darian whispered, his voice dripping with amusement. "How long are you going to pretend to be asleep?"
He yanked the blanket off Nojiko.
She was wearing only a thin camisole and panties. The cool air hit her skin, and she gasped, sitting up.
"Darian!" she hissed, her face burning.
She tried to look away, but her eyes were drawn to him. He was naked, magnificent in the moonlight, his cock still semi-hard and glistening with her sister's fluids.
"You..." Nojiko stammered, covering her eyes. "You're shameless!"
"And you were watching," Darian countered smoothly.
He lunged, pinning her to the mattress before she could escape.
"Let me go!" Nojiko struggled, but his grip was iron.
"Shh," Darian warned, glancing at the unconscious Nami. "You don't want to wake her, do you? Imagine how awkward that would be. 'Oh, Nami, I was just watching you get railed while I waited for my turn.'"
Nojiko went pale. The threat worked instantly. She stopped struggling, lying still under him.
Darian smirked. He straddled her hips, his heavy erection pressing against her stomach.
"Sister," he teased, walking his fingers up her chest.
He began to knead her breasts through the thin fabric of her camisole. Nojiko bit her lip, turning her head away to hide her reaction. But her nipples hardened against his palms, betraying her.
"Darian..." she whispered, her voice trembling. "What happens after this? How... how do we face each other?"
Darian paused, looking down at her. "What do you think?"
He deftly unhooked her camisole, exposing her heavy, beautiful breasts to the moonlight.
Nojiko sighed, a sound of defeat. "Tomorrow... let's forget this happened. Pretend tonight never existed."
Darian frowned. His desire cooled slightly. "Do you really think I'm that irresponsible? That I'd use you and discard you?"
"Aren't you?" Nojiko shot back, tears welling in her eyes. "You just finished with Nami, and now you're on me. That's the definition of irresponsible."
Darian's expression softened. He leaned down, brushing his lips against her ear.
"How about this," he whispered. "In front of others, I'll still be your brother-in-law. I'll call you 'Sister.' But when we're alone..."
He ground his hips against hers, letting her feel him grow hard again.
"...we do this."
Nojiko gasped. "You bastard!"
But she saw the smile in his eyes. He wasn't mocking her. He was claiming her.
And god help her, she wanted to be claimed.
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