Forbidden Love With Sister-in-law

Aila sat on the edge of the bed, her fingers idly tracing the soft fabric of her nightgown. The house was eerily quiet, save for the occasional sound of the wind brushing against the window. Darian, her husband, had left for a business meeting earlier that evening, and she knew he wouldn't be back until late.

The loneliness should have been comforting, a moment of peace. But it wasn't. Not with Evan in the house.

Evan, Darian's older brother, had been staying with them for the past few weeks. He was supposed to be there temporarily, helping with some family business matters, but his presence had begun to weigh heavily on Aila. It wasn't just his constant proximity; it was the way he looked at her.

The first time Evan's eyes had lingered on her body, Aila had dismissed it. She had convinced herself it was accidental. But then it happened again. And again. Each time Darian wasn't paying attention, Evan's gaze would follow her, lingering on her curves, tracing her body in a way that made her skin crawl.

Aila sighed, her thoughts drifting back to Darian. He loved to show her off. He loved to boast about her beauty, her grace, and the way she turned heads whenever they entered a room together. It used to make her feel special, desired. But now, it only made her uncomfortable, especially with Evan around.

Aila got up from the bed and walked towards the mirror. She stared at her reflection, wondering what it was that made Evan desire her so much. Her long, dark hair fell in soft waves over her shoulders, and her nightgown clung to her body in all the right places. She could see why Darian was proud to have her as his wife, but the way Evan looked at her was different. His gaze wasn't one of admiration-it was hunger.

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Evan sat in the living room, his eyes glued to the television, though he wasn't really watching. His mind was elsewhere, consumed by thoughts of Aila. Ever since he had moved in, he couldn't stop thinking about her. The way her body moved, the softness of her voice, the gentle sway of her hips when she walked-it all drove him mad with desire.

And Darian, his clueless little brother, did nothing to help. He flaunted Aila like she was a trophy, parading her in front of Evan, as if he didn't know the effect she had on him. It was almost as if Darian wanted him to notice, wanted him to feel this burning desire.

Evan's hand tightened around the remote, his jaw clenching as he remembered the last time he had been alone with Aila. She had been bending over to pick something up from the floor, and for a moment, just a fleeting second, he had allowed his hand to brush against her leg. She had tensed, her body stiffening, but she hadn't said a word. That silence haunted him.

He wanted her. He wanted her in a way that he had never wanted anyone else. And the more Darian showed her off, the more he felt like he couldn't control himself.

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Aila stepped out of the bedroom, her heart pounding in her chest. She knew Evan was still downstairs, and the thought of being alone with him made her uneasy. She had been trying to avoid him, to stay in her room until Darian came home, but she couldn't stay hidden forever.

As she descended the stairs, she could feel his eyes on her. She didn't even have to look up to know that Evan was watching her every move.

"Aila," Evan's voice was low, almost a whisper, but it carried through the silence of the house.

She paused, gripping the banister tightly. "Yes?"

"You look beautiful tonight," he said, his tone dripping with an intensity that made her shiver.

"Thank you," she replied, trying to keep her voice steady as she continued down the stairs.

Evan rose from the couch, moving towards her with a predatory grace. "You know," he began, his voice thick with desire, "Darian is a lucky man."

Aila swallowed hard, her heart racing as she tried to walk past him, but Evan stepped in her path, blocking her way.

"Evan, please," she whispered, her voice trembling. "Darian will be home soon."

He chuckled darkly, his hand reaching out to touch her arm. "Darian won't be home for hours. We're all alone, Aila."

She recoiled from his touch, her skin burning where his fingers had grazed her. "You need to stop this."

But Evan didn't stop. He stepped closer, his body pressing against hers, his breath hot on her neck. "Why? Don't pretend you don't feel it too."

Aila's breath hitched, her mind racing. She did feel something, but it wasn't desire. It was fear, confusion, and an undeniable tension that had been building ever since Evan had moved in. She had tried to push it away, to pretend that it didn't exist, but now, standing so close to him, she couldn't deny it anymore.

"Evan, please," she whispered again, her voice breaking.

His hand slid down her arm, his touch sending a shiver through her body. "You can't keep denying this, Aila. I see the way you look at me when Darian isn't around. You want me."

Aila shook her head, stepping back, but Evan followed her, his eyes burning with desire.

"I'm his wife," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

Evan's lips curled into a dark smile. "That's never stopped anyone before."

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Darian had always loved attention, especially when it came to his beautiful wife. He would often tease Aila about how lucky he was to have her, how other men would kill to be in his place. But what he didn't know was that one of those men was his own brother.

Aila had never thought that her marriage would be tested in this way. She loved Darian, but his constant need to show her off, to flaunt her beauty in front of others, had started to wear on her. It was as if he didn't see her as a person anymore, just an object to be admired.

And then there was Evan. At first, his attention had been flattering, even harmless. But it had quickly turned into something darker, something that made her feel trapped in her own home.

She had tried to tell Darian, to make him see what was happening, but every time she brought it up, he would laugh it off, telling her that she was overreacting.

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The night wore on, and Aila found herself alone with Evan once more. This time, there was no escaping him. He cornered her in the kitchen, his hands reaching out to touch her again.

"Evan, stop!" she cried, her voice shaking.

But Evan didn't stop. His hands moved to her waist, pulling her closer, his breath hot on her skin.

"Aila, you don't understand," he whispered, his voice low and filled with desire. "I need you."

Her body tensed, every muscle screaming for her to push him away, but something inside her hesitated. There was a part of her, a small, dark part, that was drawn to Evan's attention. She hated herself for it, but she couldn't deny that it was there.

"Evan," she whispered, her voice barely audible.

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The tension between them had reached a boiling point, and Aila didn't know how much longer she could resist. Her mind was a whirlwind of emotions-fear, guilt, and something else she couldn't quite name.

As Evan's hands roamed over her body, Aila's mind screamed for her to stop him, to push him away. But her body betrayed her, responding to his touch in ways she didn't want to admit.

In that moment, she knew that things would never be the same again.