Scarlet: 1000 Forbidden Touches

My Bestfriend’s sons 3

David texted late that morning: “Trip extended another few days. Big complications here. You two enjoy the cabin and the lake. Don’t burn the place down.”

Sophia read the message and looked across the kitchen at Marcus. A slow, wicked smile spread over his face. “Looks like we’ve got more time,” he said, voice low and rough. The hunger in his eyes made her thighs press together. The passion between them turned nonstop from that moment on.

Mornings became her favorite part. Sophia would wake to the warm press of Marcus’s body curled behind her in the big bed. His thick c**k, already hard, would slide between her thighs, rubbing through her slick folds. He’d lift her top leg gently, line himself up, and push inside her from behind in one slow, deep thrust.

She’d moan softly, still sleepy, pushing her ass back to take him deeper. His hand would wrap around her, fingers finding her c**t and rubbing slow circles while he started moving. The thrusts began lazy and sensual, letting her feel every inch stretching her. Then they grew faster, more urgent. Skin slapped against skin as he f****d her harder, his breath hot on her neck.

“f**k, you’re always so wet for me in the morning,” he’d growl, pinching her c**t lightly. Sophia would come first, her p***y clenching tight around him, moaning his name into the pillow. Marcus would follow right after, burying himself deep and filling her with hot pulses while holding her close.

After that first release, the whole day became a game of risky touches and stolen pleasure.

They tried to eat lunch normally at the outdoor table, sandwiches and cold drinks under the bright sun. But Marcus’s hand soon disappeared under the table. Sophia’s sundress made it easy. His fingers pushed her panties aside and slid through her already dripping p***y. He fingered her slowly at first, then added a second finger, curling them perfectly while his thumb worked her c**t.

She had to grip the edge of the table, biting her lip hard to keep quiet while he kept talking casually about the boat. When she came, her thighs shook and she pressed her forehead to her arm, muffling her moan as waves of pleasure rolled through her.

Later in the afternoon, Marcus had a short work call on his phone. He stood by the kitchen counter while Sophia dropped to her knees in front of him. She pulled his c**k out and took him into her mouth slowly, teasing the head with her tongue before sinking deeper. She sucked him with long, wet strokes, hollowing her cheeks and taking him as far as she could while he tried to sound professional on the call.

His free hand tangled in her hair. Low groans slipped out when she swirled her tongue just right. The moment the call ended, he groaned loud and came down her throat, holding her head gently while she swallowed every drop and licked him clean.

But the hottest moment of the day happened in the outdoor shower by the lake. They’d gone for a quick dip and came back covered in sand and sweat. The moment they stepped under the warm spray, clothes were gone. Marcus pressed her against the wooden wall, lifted one of her legs, and thrust into her hard and fast. The water made everything slick and loud. He f****d her quick and deep, one hand over her mouth to muffle her moans while the other rubbed her c**t. She came fast and hard around him, and he followed, spilling inside her as the water rinsed them both.

The biggest, most intense scene came at dusk on the private beach.

They carried blankets down to the sand, hidden by rocks and tall grass. The sky turned deep orange and pink as the sun set. Marcus laid Sophia down and spread her legs, but tonight they wanted more than just one-on-one. The hunger had grown too strong for limits.

Sophia pushed Marcus onto his back and climbed on top, sinking down onto his thick c**k with a long moan. She started riding him hard, her breasts bouncing with every drop of her hips. Marcus gripped her waist, thrusting up to meet her, groaning at how tight and wet she felt.

Then he pulled her forward slightly. Sophia leaned down, still riding him, and took his brother—no, wait, in this story it’s just Marcus. She leaned forward and kissed him deeply while grinding harder.

Marcus suddenly flipped them. He put her on all fours on the blanket and took her from behind, pounding deep while his fingers rubbed her c**t. The sound of skin slapping skin mixed with her loud moans and his rough groans. The beach felt completely theirs.

He made her come once like that, her body shaking as pleasure crashed through her. Then he pulled out, turned her onto her back, hooked her legs over his shoulders, and drove into her even deeper. His thrusts were powerful and relentless, hitting every sensitive spot.

“Come again,” he growled, rubbing her c**t fast. “I want to feel you squeeze me.”

Sophia came a second time, louder this time, crying out as her p***y pulsed around him. Marcus buried himself deep and followed, filling her with hot spurts while his body shuddered against hers.

They collapsed on the blankets, sweaty, breathing hard, bodies still joined. His c*m leaked slowly out of her as the stars appeared overhead. Their hands kept touching—lazy strokes, soft kisses on damp skin. No words needed. They were completely hooked now, addicted to the intense pleasure they created together.

The passion had no limits anymore. Every touch, every moan, every orgasm pulled them deeper. They knew David would return soon, but in these moments, nothing else existed except the raw hunger burning between them.