Chapter 1: The Deal
The whole house was quiet. The kind of deafening silence, especially in the middle of the night.
It has been three weeks since Clarice's operation. Marco, her husband, almost forgot how the bed looks. He sleeps on the couch every night, and he is always alert whenever his wife needs something. She needs someone that will clean her wound, remind her to take the medicine, and a guide when she wants to move.
Tonight however, Marco is sitting in the kitchen in front of his now cold coffee. He was only wearing worn out boxers, a tank top that is drenched with his sweat. He was staring at nothing in particular, forcing his body to cool down. No matter how responsible he was as a husband, he's still a man after all. And every night, he struggles to find a way to release the heat consuming his body.
That is when Elena, his wife's younger sister, arrived.
"Hi," she greeted him warmly, her voice sounding so sultry in his ears.
Marco stared at her and he swallowed thickly when he saw her. She was only wearing an oversized shirt that shows her shapely thighs and she was not wearing a bra. Marco can almost see her breasts through the thin fabric. And fuck, it's obvious she wasn't wearing an underwear either.
"You're still awake?" Elena asked, approaching him and sitting in front of him.
"Can't sleep," Marco answered, forcing his eyes away from the temptation. "Just drinking some coffee."
"Clarisse just fell asleep. She already took her medicine." Elena told him, sucking on her thumb innocently but Marco knows she has other intentions.
"Good." He replied, clearing his throat. His whole body is starting to betray him. His boxer is starting to feel uncomfortable, and he can feel the woman younger than him scanning him from head to foot.
"Are you okay?" She asked, as if concerned, hiding a smirk behind her hands. "You look stressed."
Marco forced a laugh. "Just tired. And it's hard to sleep at night when..." He cut himself off. This is wrong. The conversation is turning into something dangerous.
"When you don't feel the heat of your wife's body?" Elena continued, looking straight at Marco.
Marco was astonished. "Excuse me? Elena—"
"I heard you earlier in the bathroom," she interrupted her brother-in-law, standing up and slowly walking to where he was. "I didn't mean to. But... it sounds good to my ears. Your moans. The sound of your hand while you were pleasuring yourself..." Elena shut her eyes, as if she was relieving the memory while biting her lips.
"Elena, stop it—"
"Why?" She asked, closing the distance between them until their skin is almost touching. "Aren't you curious how I am every night?"
"What?"
"There is no man in my life, Marco, and every night, I can hear your heavy breathing whenever you are turned on. I can hear you moaning whenever you masturbate. And I can't stop myself..."
Elena took Marco's hands and slowly brought them to her legs.
"Let me help you." She whispered in his ear, her warm breath sending a wave of heat all over Marco's body.
"No, this can't be," Marco whispered in protest, shaking his head to clear his mind, but his hand refused to move. "Your Clarisse's sister—"
"And she's your wife but she wouldn't be able to give you what you want now."
Marco took a deep breath. He can feel something inside him that is fighting to come out. "Elena, fuck..."
Marco wasn't able to finish his sentence when Elena smashed her lips into his in a hungry kiss. She was hungry, and it's as if she wanted to suck the resistance from Marco's body. She was devouring his mouth like it was the last thing to do.
And Marco slowly gave in.
He pulled Elena closer, closing the gap between them, creating a delicious friction between their bodies. He held her slim waist and carried her on top of the counter. The woman clung to his neck without taking her lips off him. Their lips are now entangled in a sinful yet passionate kiss.
"If this is wrong, why does it feel so good?" Elena moaned, moving her body against his and Marco almost lost his mind.
"My God," Marco hissed while trailing kisses down her neck. "You're gonna ruin me."
"Then let me," she whispered, taking his already erect dick in her small hands. "Let me ruin you tonight, Marco. This can be a one-time thing. We both need sex and that's it."
And Marco completely surrendered himself to the lust that has now consumed his whole body.