[A new chapter of this long-form incest romance, carrying on the story of Thorfinn's love affair with his younger sister Aurora. This chapter takes place a few months after the events of Chapter 3.
Be aware, this story features hardcore brother/sister incest, now with an element of (gentle) nonconsent/reluctance that will be further explored in future chapters. There are also some scenes of pissing and exhibitionism. Avoid if those themes trouble you.
Tags: Brother/Sister Incest, Nonconsent/Reluctance, Big Cock, Piss, Exhibitionism
All characters involved in sexual situations are aged over 18.]
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Summer had come to a close. The days were steadily growing cooler and more blustery. The early sunsets were beginning to catch Thorfinn off-guard on his homeward commute each day, and the nights increasingly had a bracing chill to them. The leaves were changing tree by tree in the city parks as autumn crept up like a rising tide.
Today, though, it still felt very much like summertime. The Sunday afternoon sun blazed down from a cloudless sky, mirrored in blinding flashes by the glass of the skyscrapers downtown. After a week of overcast, intermittently rainy days, it was once again hot enough to sunbathe. The beer gardens and pavement cafés were doing thriving business. Even with the window rolled down and his shirtsleeves rolled up, the interior of Thorfinn's car was warm enough to make him sweat lightly. He sipped from a large cup of iced coffee and scrolled reflexively through his social media, finding little of interest there. He hoped his sister wouldn't keep him waiting much longer.
He was parked in the narrow paved lot behind a low-rise, somewhat shabby-looking photography studio, a few blocks north of the waterfront. This part of town was in the process of gentrifying, but still a little rough, not somewhere he'd usually go on a weekend. He'd been surprised when Aurora said her next photoshoot would be here. Apparently, this studio had been set up to take advantage of the trendy, up-and-coming area. Thorfinn thought it was more likely the owners had been attracted by the cheaper commercial rents.
Three figures emerged from the studio into the bright sunlight. Thorfinn looked up from his phone, squinting against the glare reflected from the skyscrapers in the distance. Three girls in their early twenties, all of them shapely, skimpily-dressed, and showing plenty of nicely tanned skin. Aurora's fellow models. None of them as lovely as her, in Thorfinn's opinion, but all certainly easy on the eye. One in particular, a petite brunette with perky little breasts and a slightly haughty expression, reminded him uncomfortably of Genevieve.
The Genevieve lookalike bid her friends farewell and marched straight to her car without a backwards glance. The other two girls, apparently in less of a hurry, paused by the studio doorway for a cigarette. They stood in the shade of the roof overhang and chatted indistinctly to each other while their smoke hung around them in the still air. Thorfinn wondered how well they got on with Aurora. And whether she flirted with them.
The door swung open again, and this time Aurora walked out, brushing back her long dark-blonde hair with her fingers as she stepped into the sunshine. She was a vision of casual, effortless perfection. Her long legs were superbly sleek in stonewashed blue skinny jeans, her midriff bared by a skimpy cream-white crop-top that clung tightly to her young breasts. These were her own clothes, not the ones she'd just been modelling, but they looked so good on her she could have come straight from the catwalk. She carried herself with an assurance that bordered on arrogance.
But when she saw her brother's car waiting for her in the lot, her detached poise vanished and she immediately broke into a heartwarmingly enthusiastic smile. She said something cheerfully to the two smoking girls as she passed them, probably just a hasty goodbye, and hurried towards the car, her handbag swinging from one shoulder. The sun caught the brighter highlights dyed into her hair, making them glint and glow like an angel's halo.
Thorfinn felt an eager grin of his own cross his face. The sight of his little sister was an instant dopamine hit like no other. The way those skintight jeans showed off her legs made his cock start to swell with desire. It was obvious, from the jaunty way her breasts bounced under that tiny top, that she wasn't wearing a bra.
As Aurora approached the car, Thorfinn swung open the driver-side door and got out, the unseasonable heat of the day prickling his skin. He stretched his stiff shoulders, hearing the joints click, and turned to greet the girl he loved.
Aurora was in heeled sandals, bringing her slender five-foot-eight frame close to six feet tall, but she still had to rise up a little way to kiss her six-foot-four brother. Her soft lips parted, her tongue searching for his, and he tasted her sweet breath in his mouth. As they kissed, she caressed his face with her hand, stroking her thumb over his cheek in an affectionate semicircle. Her other hand brushed down the muscles of his broad chest, slipping lower and lower, down over his abs and under the waistband of his shorts, until she found the thick root of his cock and gave it a firm squeeze.
Thorfinn was aware of the two girls by the doorway watching the kiss and giggling to themselves. Even if they couldn't see exactly what Aurora was doing, the motion of her arm was surely making it pretty obvious.
"Your friends can see, babe," Thorfinn warned through the kiss. His cock was gradually hardening under Aurora's fingertips. The shorts were long, loose and comfortable, but he knew they wouldn't be able to hide the bulge.
"It's cool. I told them you're my boyfriend," Aurora whispered back. Her kissing was insistent, almost aggressive, as though she wanted to assert her ownership of him. Her sleek body stroked up provocatively close against him, while she kept her teasing hand on his cockshaft. Her perfume, today a floral fragrance spiced with cinnamon, was subtly and sweetly intoxicating.
"Photoshoot got you in the mood, huh?"
"I've been waiting for your dick all fucking day," Aurora replied bluntly, in the breaths between her kisses. "Literally had to go to the bathroom midway through to change my panties, I got them completely soaked thinking about you. It was so hard to keep a straight face during my shoots. I honestly thought about texting you for a booty call at lunchtime."
Thorfinn curled his arm around Aurora's delicate waist. "You should have. I would have come running," he told her. He wasn't kidding. He might have been more self-controlled than her, but he was no less horny. They hadn't had time for their usual Sunday morning fuck today, as Aurora had needed to set off to the studio first thing. Even having her gone for a few hours was frustrating as hell. Thorfinn planned to split that sweet tight cunt wide open as soon as they got home.
Aurora eventually decided she'd been demonstrative enough, planting a final firm kiss on her brother's lips and withdrawing her hand from inside his shorts. She spared her fellow models a quick farewell smile, making sure they'd seen her performance. It had all been deliberate, of course. She wanted an audience; she always did.
"Are you trying to make them jealous?" Thorfinn asked her, as they got into the car together.
"I already know they're jealous," Aurora giggled, strapping herself into the passenger seat. "I showed them some photos of you earlier. They think you're gorgeous. They said you should try modelling, too."
