Sista MilkersSista Milkers

The way my heart beats when my brother touches me is pure bliss, his rough hands feel like home. My brother says our relationship is taboo, but all I know is the warmth and comfort he brings. What people consider wrong, I see as love and protection. I live for these intimate moments, my skin yearning for his gentle strokes. He thinks he’s breaking free from societal norms, but little does he know, he’s setting us free. My world revolves around him, my everything.