Chapter 7: Villa of Desire
Troc pushed open the glass door of the villa and hurried in. His heart was pounding as if it was about to burst out of his chest, his shoes clacking on the shiny wooden floor. The red sunset filtered through the pine trees outside, covering the tiled roof with a warm golden light but could not dispel the waves of lust and sadness that were surging inside him. Just now in the car, Duc Anh urged him to get off, his voice full of teasing meaning: “Your wife has a gift for you, get off quickly, I’ll run out here!” Troc was stunned, his eyes wide open, thinking that the “gift” was to fuck Linh one last time before he left Vietnam for Japan. His heart was both longing and aching, as if torn between deep love and despair. His cock was hard, cramped in his jeans, squeezing painfully, his eyes glued to the space inside the villa, where he hoped to see Linh – his beloved sister, the one he had been craving since that crazy “some” night in Hoi An.
The villa’s living room opened before Troc’s eyes, luxurious and suffocatingly sexy. A soft black leather sofa placed in the middle of the room, an ebony TV shelf with an IP camera peeking out in the corner, a crystal chandelier emitting a soft golden glow, and large glass doors overlooking the misty pine forest, reflecting the red sunset created a scene that was both romantic and dark. The sound of trickling water echoed from the bathroom, soft but enough to evoke in Troc’s mind the image of Linh bathing, her naked body under the shower, the water flowing sparkling over her plump breasts, her slim waist and her plump, hairy pussy, definitely invitingly wet. Troc stood still like a statue, his hands clenched until his knuckles turned white, his mouth dry, a feeling of excitement running through his body. He thought to himself, as if in a painful self-examination: Linh… I don’t want to leave you at all… Desire burned fiercely like a burning fire, but deep love and inherent shyness made him confused, afraid that Linh only did that out of pity or because Duc Anh forced her, not because she truly loved him.
Suddenly, a small “click” sound came from the camera on the TV shelf, then Duc Anh’s voice rang out through the speaker, teasing but full of excitement, as if wanting to add fuel to the fire burning inside Troc: “Let me borrow your wife for a while, haha! I set it up very carefully, don’t let me waste my time!” Troc froze, his eyes wide open, it took him a few seconds to understand the whole situation: this was Duc Anh’s plan, from the camera, the villa, to this date, everything was arranged so that he and Linh could be together. He turned his head to look straight at the camera, both shocked and horny. He couldn’t believe it: Are you… really? Did Linh really agree? His desire now completely overwhelmed his reason, his eyes were glued to the bathroom door where the sound of water had just stopped, his heart beat faster, his breathing was labored as if he was about to suffocate.
The bathroom door opened slightly, a stream of warm steam poured out, carrying the sweet scent of perfume into the living room air, enveloping the space. Linh stepped out, loosely wearing a thin red robe, the shimmering silk fabric hugging her body, highlighting her large breasts that rose and fell with each breath, her seductively slim waist and round buttocks vaguely visible through the thin fabric. Her wet hair stuck to her shoulders, a few drops of water rolled down her neck and disappeared into the deep cleavage, causing Troc to swallow dryly, his cock jerking violently. She walked slowly, gracefully, the sunset shining through the large glass door covered her with a layer of brilliant gold, making her gorgeous, like a lustful goddess just stepped out of his wildest dream. Troc stood still, his mouth dry, his eyes not leaving her for a second, his desire exploding uncontrollably: Linh… you’re so beautiful… How can I stand it?
Linh smiled flirtatiously, her eyes were slightly confused but full of excitement and invitation. She walked to the large glass door, slowly pulled the curtain back to soften the light, creating a private space with only her and Troc, completely separated from the outside world. She turned back to face him, a few steps away, her eyes were lewd and a bit affectionate, as if looking at the brother she had loved since childhood, now the object of forbidden desires. Slowly like a dance of seduction, she unbuttoned her robe, the soft red silk slowly slid to the floor to completely reveal her perfect naked body. Her big, plump breasts, pink nipples hardened from the cold and stimulation, her slim waist and plump, pubic hair, glistening with lubricant under the chandelier light, seemed to invite him to explore. Troc breathed heavily, his cock so hard it seemed like it could tear through her tight pants, his heart both yearning and aching. He kept asking himself: Linh… are you doing this for Uncle Duc Anh, or for me? Do you really love me? Or is it just pity, a forbidden game?
Linh glanced quickly at the IP camera on the TV shelf, knowing that Duc Anh was watching her every move. She spoke, her voice lewd but slightly trembling, as if trying to hide the inner conflict: “Are you satisfied, my dear husband?” She stood up straight, her breasts shaking slightly with her breathing, her pussy was wet, the glistening lubricant running down her thighs, but in her heart she wondered: Am I doing this right? Duc Anh’s voice rang out from the camera, hoarse and full of lust like an irrefutable command: “Are you still waiting for my wife to undress you? Hurry up, it’s almost time to fly!” Linh laughed, her flirtatious gaze turned to Troc like a seductive invitation, but deep inside she was still afraid, wondering if she was crossing a line of no return, a line that once crossed, everything would never be the same again.
Troc could no longer hold back, his desire had flared up to its peak, burning all reason and shyness. He hurriedly took off his shirt and jeans, his hands shaking so much that the buttons got stuck, he was as confused as a young boy touching a woman’s body for the first time, forgetting all manners. In his haste, he tripped over the edge of the sofa, falling onto the floor, making Linh laugh, her voice gentle and loving, as if she was coaxing her younger brother: “Take it easy, honey! I won’t run away!” She walked over and bent down to support him, her hand lightly touching his shoulder, her eyes both flirtatious and loving, as if she wanted to soothe his anxiety and embarrassment. Troc blushed with shame, but his desire flared up like an unquenchable fire, burning everything. He stood up, without hesitation, rushed into Linh, kissing her passionately. His lips sucked hers, his tongue entwined with hers, the sweetness of her lipstick drove him crazy like an addiction that could not be broken. His hands groped all over her body – squeezing her big, round breasts, caressing her round buttocks, then sliding down to her wet pussy lips – as if to make up for a week of restraint, each touch made Linh arch her back and breathe heavily, her voice low: “… brother… take it slow…”
Linh responded to his kiss, but more gently and lovingly, no longer forced but a voluntary response. Her hands caressed his broad back, her lips lightly kissed his cheek, whispering as if to comfort him: “Darling…don’t be in a hurry, it’s me…” She tried to hold back her moans, her lips pressed tightly together, only letting out heavy breaths, as if afraid Duc Anh would hear her lewdness through the camera. Secretly glancing at the camera, her heart was torn: Am I doing this okay? Does he think I’m too slutty? Me…with my brother, oh my god? But her pussy was soaked, the lubricant running down her thighs betrayed all reason, making her tremble with pleasure that could not be hidden, could not be denied.
Troc didn’t wait long, gently pushing Linh down onto the sofa, her body bounced softly, her big breasts shook making him swallow, his cock twitching unable to wait any longer. He knelt between her legs, his tongue slid down her chest to suck on her rosy nipples, biting lightly making her arch her back, his hands grabbed his hair, caressing lovingly: “You…you…I…be gentle…” His tongue slid down her flat stomach then without hesitation went straight down to her pussy, licking her clitoris, swirling deep into her slit, sweet lubricant flowing out making him moan passionately, like a drug addict being satisfied: “Linh…you’re so beautiful…Thank you, let me do this…” Linh held back her moans, her lips pressed tightly together, only breathing heavily, her hands stroking his hair as if she was pampering her brother, half lust and half love. She kept wondering: Am I really a whore? Why am I so happy…
Troc looked up, his eyes were filled with longing mixed with a bit of shyness, his large, erect cock with a glistening head. He spoke, his voice low as if afraid of being rejected, afraid of breaking this moment: “Linh… can I make you happy? I… I want you to remember me forever…” Linh smiled, her eyes lovingly pulling him to lie on her: “You… just do it, I won’t run away, don’t worry.” He pressed her down on the sofa, his cock slowly entered her wet pussy, thrusting gently then harder, each thrust making the sofa creak, her breasts shaking with each rhythm. Linh tried to hold back her moans, only breathing heavily, her voice loving: “It feels good… you… go easy…” She stroked his shoulder, her loving eyes as if to comfort her brother, but her pussy contracted tightly, the slippery slobber betraying the restraint of reason.
Outside, in the SUV parked on the side of the road near the highway exit, Duc Anh sat at the wheel, his eyes glued to the phone screen, watching every movement in the living room through the IP camera he had set up. His cock was painfully hard in his pants, his cuckold blood rising strongly as he watched Troc fuck Linh, her pussy soaked, her breasts shaking, her heavy breathing echoing through the speaker. He was so horny he went crazy, a mild jealousy mixed with the feeling of extreme horniness. He gasped, constantly saying to himself: My bitch…? Fuck her harder, Troc, make my wife happy!
Linh was still torn, the disgusting fear of incest mixed with the vague fear that Duc Anh could hear her own lewd moans through the invisible camera. The fear of society’s judgment, like a sharp knife, cut into her heart, all like an invisible shadow suffocating Linh’s soul. She tried to restrain herself, her lips pressed tightly together until they turned white, to the point that her jaw ached. Every nerve in her was as tense as a guitar string, fighting against the whirlwind of desire that was surging inside. But then, desire was stronger than will. Her pussy seemed to have a life of its own, constantly contracting strongly, sucking tightly on Troc’s cock, making her unable to keep silent forever. The sound of the slippery liquid made her even crazier, completely betraying her long-standing efforts to restrain herself.
Troc bent down to hug Linh’s face, his eyes full of possessiveness, his lips searched for hers, sucking and sucking as if to drain all her vitality. Linh had completely let go at this moment. She responded to his kiss, fiercely and passionately, her tongue wrapped around his tongue, her lips sucking tightly, as if wanting to swallow his breath. Her hands no longer clung to the sofa but wrapped around Troc’s neck, pulling him closer, their bodies pressed together without a gap. In the traditional position, Troc kept thrusting hard, his cock penetrated deep into her pussy, each thrust made Linh shiver. Her big breasts pressed against his muscular chest, her two hard nipples rubbing, creating a painful yet pleasurable pleasure. Linh’s moans were no longer suppressed, they burst out in lewd sounds, sometimes low, sometimes high, like a love song of desire. “So good… Bald brother… go deeper… I’m so happy…!” Linh screamed, her voice breaking out between extreme pleasure and freedom from the shackles of reason. Her pussy contracted violently, crazily, as if wanting to swallow his cock completely, the muscles inside contracted in waves, squeezing so tight that she couldn’t breathe. The slippery liquid flowed uncontrollably, soaking the sofa, creating a puddle under her white buttocks.
Troc moaned, his voice hoarse with pleasure and satisfaction, full of intense emotions: “Linh… you’re so beautiful… you make me so happy… Your husband is watching me fuck you…” He growled like a wild animal, pulling out then thrusting in again, each thrust strong and decisive, pushing Linh to a new level of pleasure. He leaned over to kiss Linh’s red, swollen lips, then slid down to her neck, chest, sucking on each hard nipple. Linh arched her body, arching her chest to receive each lick, each light bite from him, moaning continuously.
Suddenly, Troc gently pushed Linh into the doggy position. Linh obediently knelt down, her round buttocks curved up, her pussy opened, glistening with lubricant as if inviting. Troc did not hesitate, grabbed her hips, held them tight, and thrust his cock deep inside again. Each thrust from behind became more intense and rough, causing Linh to grip the sofa tightly, her moans now no longer hidden, bursting out full of lust. “Aaa… Mr. Troc… deeper… harder… I’m so happy… I’m dying!” Troc thrusted hard with each beat, his hot breath blowing on Linh’s neck, the “slurp slurp” sound of skin colliding and the splashing of lubricant every time he pulled his cock out and thrust back in made the scene even more vivid. He gritted his teeth, the rippling muscles on his back stood out, then growled in a deep voice: “Linh… I… I’m about to come…”
Linh felt his cock harden to the limit, veins bulging, then exploding. A stream of hot, thick semen gushed out continuously, shooting deep inside her pussy and then spilling out, warm and sticky, running down Linh’s white thighs. Some of the semen was still splattered on her curvaceous buttocks, sparkling under the light, creating a scene full of lewdness and nakedness. Linh’s body trembled violently, every muscle tensed, convulsing from extreme pleasure as if she had just experienced an earthquake. She fell flat on the sofa, gasping for breath. After that moment, lust had completely overcome reason, Linh no longer cared about what was right or wrong. Her mind was now filled with only primitive pleasures, naked desires. She just wanted Troc to fuck her harder, fuck her deeper, make her happier, completely forgetting all the moral worries, all the social limitations that had bound her for so long. At that moment, Linh was a real whore, completely enjoying her own debauchery.
Linh slowly turned around, her eyes were hazy with pleasure, but contained a lustful and loving light. She looked straight at Troc, saw that he was still breathing heavily, his cock was softening and getting wet with her semen and lubricant. Linh did not say a word, just gently wrapped her arms around his neck, pulled him closer and placed a deep, passionate kiss on his lips. Her tongue wrapped around his tongue, sucking every bit of breath that remained, as if wanting to taste the remaining love in her mouth. She kissed him as if it was the last kiss, as if wanting to make up for all the repression and the struggles that had passed. In that kiss, there was a blend of love, desire, and complete acceptance. She was no longer the innocent little sister, but a thirsty woman, ready to accept all her instincts.
Linh pulled Troc close, hugged him tightly, her pussy squeezed his cock, sucked out the last drops of semen, her body trembled with the lingering pleasure, numb. Both of them were breathing heavily, sweat glistening on their bare skin. Troc massaged her breasts, his eyes regretful, his voice timid, as if afraid to break this magical moment: “Linh… is this the last time? I… I don’t want to leave you…” Linh was silent, her heart filled with pleasure, but a little confused. She stroked his hair, her eyes tender as if to comfort her brother, but she didn’t answer, only smiled flirtatiously, making Troc nervous, her heart filled with a fragile hope for a future that wasn’t just separation.
Troc felt his cock stiffen, jerking against her pussy, the mixture of mucus and semen made him even hornier. He was timid, his voice soft as if afraid of being rejected: “Linh… I know it’s the last time, but… can you give me one more time? I… I love you so much…” Linh laughed, her clear voice breaking the heavy, mysterious atmosphere: “Your husband is teasing me!” Troc was bewildered, his eyes wide open: “What do you mean?” Linh struggled, her naked body glistening with sweat under the light, pulling the red cloak on the floor to cover the IP camera, hiding Duc Anh’s eyes. She knelt beside Troc, leaned close to his ear and whispered, her voice flirtatious and inviting, like a mysterious promise: “It’s like this, General.”
She kissed him passionately, tongue entwined with tongue, lips sucking on lips, making him shiver, his cock standing up. Leaving his lips, she looked up at him mischievously, her eyes sparkling as if holding a bigger secret, an arrangement he had never known: “Just now was a gift from my husband, my gift is even bigger.” She winked, slid down, her tongue licked his chest, her hands slowly stroked his cock, making him moan, his voice hoarse with pleasure: “So good… Linh… you’re so beautiful… you’re driving me crazy…” Troc hugged her, his eyes both lustful and bewildered, his heart bursting with intense hope: Linh… what do you want? Isn’t this the last time?
Meanwhile, Duc Anh in the SUV, hands gripping the steering wheel tightly, eyes glued to the phone screen now only bright red because Linh had covered the camera with her cloak. He tried to reload a few times, but only heard Troc’s increasingly loud moans coming through the speaker: “So good… Linh… you’re so beautiful… you’re so horny” His cock was painfully hard, his hand was stroking so fast it made him dizzy. Mild jealousy mixed with extreme horniness. He turned on the turn signal, turned the car quickly towards the resort, the wheels screeched on the asphalt, his heart was so horny he couldn’t stand the burning desire that was burning. He stepped on the gas, the car rushed towards the villa, wanting to release the horniness inside him, wanting to participate in this forbidden game, wanting to make Linh become more lewd, more thirsty in the arms of both men.