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I FUCKED my brother. I CHOSE to fuck my brother. I chose to fuck my brother and I fucking LOVED IT WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH ME?

Jasmine's mind was swimming with what just happened. Her rational brain was trying its best to calm her down. Yes, she had just crossed a line. But he pulled out, so nothing bad happened. She just needed the relief. She couldn't think straight with how pent up she was. And now that she took care of her desires, that was it. This was a one time thing, right?

This was a one time thing...

Jasmine didn't want to think about how disappointed she felt at that idea. Her body craved Sam's rough fucking again, but she wasn't ready to admit that to herself. She couldn't let her desire rule over her morality. With that, Jasmine knew had to end this while she still had some senses left.

"Sam... we shouldn't do that again."

Sam heart sank when those were the first words to come out of her mouth. Ultimately, he knew she was right. He had hidden away these desires for a reason, after all. There was no way that his sister would have accepted their incest so easily.

"Why not?"

But he wasn't ready to give up yet.

Jasmine blinked slowly when that was her brother's response. Sam had always been a bit of a pushover. A shy dude who rolled over whenever she put her foot done. But here he was, asking her to justify why siblings having sex was wrong.

Before she could respond, Sam continued. "Look, I know. Brother, sister, yada-yada. But we both clearly liked it!" Jasmine began to fidget a little, rubbing her legs against one another. "It's only wrong if we're related, right? We're here alone on an island where no one knows who we are."

"Two very important people know who we are."

"Fair, but ignore them for now. If Mom and Dad are around, then sure we're brother and sister. But to everyone else?" Sam sat up in the bed, and gestured out to the open window. Fuck. People outside heard everything, didn't they? Sam gave a sparing thought to the exhibitionism they had just caused, but turned his attention back to the matter at hand for now.

"To everyone else we're just a man and a woman hanging out. People back home were always telling us that they couldn't believe we were related anyway. If we walk down to the beach and start making out, no one would bat an eye. We're not Sam and Jaz, the siblings. I could be Jack, and you could be.. Jill?"

"Really creative names..." Jasmine teased as she sat up too. As she did, she could feel Sam's cum dripping over her whole body. A part of her brain knew that she should be grossed out, but that part's voice was becoming smaller and smaller. Jasmine slid her fingers over the fresh cum, and she felt herself shiver. The lewdness of it felt so exhilarating. And that's when she realized she was considering it. The thought of fucking her brother was becoming less of a unthinkably terrible act, and more of an arbitrary societal boundary. Her desire was beginning to win the war over her mind, but she knew she had to put up at least one last defense.

"Sam, look-"

"No. You look, Jill," Sam interrupted. "I don't want it to end here, and I know you don't either. That felt so fucking good. It's going to be a long trip, and we both clearly need relief. Around Mom and Dad, we'll be our normal Sam and Jaz. But alone, I'll be Jack."