Sometimes the best part of my day is just watching the way my brother looks at me when I walk into a room. That mix of panic and pure, raw hunger in his eyes when my robe falls open a little too far… it’s a fucking drug. The way his cock twitches in his jeans when I bend over, pretending to pick something up. The unspoken tension is so thick you could cut it with a knife. It makes my pussy wet just thinking about what he’d do if I ever let him cross that line for real. The things I'd let him do to me…