Matured siblings unforgettable night of love
Slowly, she stirred from her deep exhausted sleep, moving her tired limbs, trying to shield the rays of sunlight penetrating through the tiny openings of the curtains. She felt weak, almost trance-like as she slowly opened her heavy lidded eyes. She tried to focus but subconsciously she was unsure whether she was awake or dreaming. She forced her eyes to open, gradually getting used to the daylight. She looked across her bed and saw the table clock beside her. It was 11.30 in the morning. As...