finishing

Tom's hands gripped Sarah's hips as he thrust into her from behind, her moans filling the afternoon air. The position was more intense, more primal than their first encounter, and the way she pushed back against him revealed the full extent of her transformed desires.

"Harder," she gasped, her fingers clutching the couch cushions. "I want to feel it for days. I want to remember this every time I sit in class."

The words were filthy, inappropriate, exactly what his enhanced libido wish had created. But the desperation in her voice, the way her body responded to his every movement, made them perfect.

Tom lost himself in the rhythm, in the forbidden pleasure of taking his eighteen-year-old niece in broad daylight. The afternoon sun cast their shadows on the wall, a tableau of taboo desire that would be burned into his memory forever.

"Tell me you love this," Sarah demanded, her voice breathless with passion. "Tell me you love fucking your little niece."

"God, yes," Tom groaned, his control slipping completely. "You feel so fucking good."

Sarah's body tensed beneath him as her climax approached, her moans becoming more urgent. "I'm going to come," she whispered. "I'm going to come on my uncle's cock."

The crude confession sent Tom over the edge. He buried himself deep inside her as his release hit, both of them crying out as waves of forbidden pleasure crashed over them.

They collapsed together on the couch, breathing heavily, the reality of what they'd just done settling over them like a warm blanket. Sarah turned in his arms, her young face flushed with satisfaction.

"That was even better than I imagined," she breathed, tracing patterns on his chest. "I've been thinking about it all week, getting myself off to the memory of how you felt inside me."

Tom pulled her closer, marveling at how perfectly she fit against him despite the moral complexity of their situation. "Sarah, what are we doing? This is so wrong..."

"Is it?" she asked, looking up at him with those blue eyes that were so different from his wife's brown ones. "We're both adults. We both want this. And it's not like we're hurting anyone."

The rationalization was clearly part of her enhanced libido programming, but Tom found himself nodding along. In this moment, with her warm body pressed against his, it was easy to forget about consequences and moral complications.

"Besides," Sarah continued with a wicked smile, "I'm pretty sure this afternoon is just getting started. Mom won't be back for hours, and I have so many more things I want to try with you."

She kissed him deeply, her tongue exploring his mouth with growing hunger. Tom realized that whatever he'd unleashed with his wishes, there was no going back now. Sarah had become exactly what he'd fantasized about—a young, insatiable woman who wanted him with **** intensity.

The coin in his bedroom drawer pulsed with satisfied energy, having delivered on every twisted desire he'd ever harbored. But as Sarah began working her way down his body with obvious intent, Tom wondered if he'd created something he could no longer control.