~Only the Gods Know~

Body and spirit are twins: God only knows which is which. ~Algernon Charles Swinburne

"B-Brother!"

Seppius just sucked harder, fingers digging into his sister's soft thighs. He loves this- reducing his precious Seppia to a sobbing, dripping mess, his name becoming a manta that sounds so sweet off her lips. He could feel Seppia's thin fingers dig into his skull, tugging at his hair. "P-Please!"

His tongue rubbed viciously against her, hands sliding up so they could lightly play with Seppia's damp curls. With a strangled scream, the girl's essence paints his tongue, fingers tightening painfully in his hair. Seppius drinks it all down like it was nectar, another gift from the Gods. The first- and the most beloved- gift that they have ever given him was the young woman under him, his beautiful sister. He softly pulls trembling fingers out from his hair and slides away from the soft, shaking body of Seppia to look and see what he has done to her.

Seppia is a beautiful young woman on a normal day. But here, lying in rumpled silk sheets, she was breathtaking, a goddess that has fallen into his bed. Dark hair pooling around her head like a halo. Lips pink and swollen from heated kisses and biting. Body shining with sweat, skin now impossibly soft. Breasts heaving up and down, nipples red and hard. Eyes glassy with unshed tears. He has done this to his sister, his Diana, his soul mate. He presses light kisses up her body, from the tip of her toes to the top of head, only to lean down and capture panting lips. His robes were tugged on, and a whisper was murmured against his mouth, "Off."

"Seppia-"

A breathless "please brother" had him pulling off his clothes, dumping them onto the floor. The feel of skin against skin, soft curves against hard lines, releases a groan from Seppius's throat. Wide hips thrust upwards, and he could only moan as Seppia's slick cunt came in contact with his cock while the minx trailed down his spine.

"Take me, brother. Please."

With a single, powerful thrust, he became buried deep inside of Seppia. And just like that, they became a single entry, a single soul in two bodies that were being reconnected. As he starts to rock his hips down, and Seppia rocks hers up, creating a perfect rhythm, he could feel his heart expand as he takes in the love and adoration and lust that is shining in his sister's eyes- feelings he knows that his own are reflecting. This may be sin but only the Gods need to know about this perfect love that they share.