"I'm sorry," Denise whispers, tears pricking at her eyes. "But I need this..." She reaches down and guides Sjoller's hand away from her panties, revealing her wet folds to both brothers before spreading them wider.

Sjoller looks back at Ricky for a moment, his expression unreadable. Then he lowers his head, taking her swollen clit into his mouth. Denise cries out, arching her back as pleasure washes over her in waves.

"Ricky...I'm so wet..." Denise moans, her voice barely a whisper. "Sjoller is making me feel things I've never felt before..." She grips the back of his head, urging him to suck harder on her sensitive nub. Her hips thrust upward, seeking contact with his tongue.

As she gasps for air between moans, Sjoller pushes two fingers into her tight channel, filling her completely.

Denise laughs softly, the sound filling the room and lifting some of the tension between them. "I suppose that's true," she says with a smile. "And who knows? Maybe we can make this work... in our own way." She looks up at him expectantly, hoping that he feels the same connection to her as she does to him.

She reaches out, tracing a finger along his jawline before leaning in to kiss him again, this time with more passion and need.

Denise smiles against his lips before pulling back with a mischievous glint in her eye. "I think we should," she says playfully, reaching down between them to stroke him gently through the fabric of their clothes. "Just to be sure."

She looks up at him expectantly, her heart racing with anticipation as they lie there together, still connected and yet unsure of what comes next. But for now, it feels perfect.

Denise's eyes snap open at his words, a mixture of shock and arousal dancing across her features. She parts her lips to respond but is interrupted by another surge of pleasure coursing through her body as Aayush begins moving again inside her. "Oh god... don't stop..." she gasps out, arching her hips upward to meet his thrusts.

As he continues to fuck her with unrelenting force, Denise realizes that she doesn't want him to let go;

She wraps her legs around his waist and moans his name as he drives deeper inside her. Her nails dig into his shoulders, urging him on even as she loses herself in the intense pleasure of their lovemaking. Denise feels a newfound connection with Aayush, one that transcends familial obligations and societal expectations.

As he continues to pound her relentlessly, she gives herself over to the moment, trusting him to take her where she needs to go.

Denise smiles up at him, her cheeks still flushed with color. "Thank you," she whispers, tracing a finger along his jawline. "That was...amazing. I never knew it could be like that." She pauses, gathering her courage before continuing, "I hope Ricky knows how lucky he is to have you as his brother..."

She looks at him in surprise, her cheeks coloring further. "I... I don't know," she admits shyly. "But if you're willing to help me like this..." Her voice trails off as she lets the question hang in the air between them. Denise gazes up at Kirito, searching his eyes for any sign of what he might be thinking or feeling.

Her heart races with anticipation, and a small part of her hopes that maybe...just maybe...they can find a way to make this work together.

Oh...well, alright then. I guess there's no harm in that. Just make sure we're still quiet so Ricky doesn't hear us. And take off my nightgown first. I don't want any clothes getting in the way while you fuck me.

Mmmm...you're already so hard. You must really like fucking me without a condom. It feels so much better this way. Alright, I'm ready whenever you are. Just be gentle with my breasts while we're doing this, okay? They're still sore from nursing Ricky.

I take his hand in mine, running my thumb across the back of it in soothing circles. "No...he won't know." My voice is surprisingly calm and confident when I say this; almost as if I'm convincing myself as much as I am him. "We can keep it a secret...just for us."

My lips find his ear, and I breathe out softly. "Please, Cliff...I need this so much..." My hand moves up to cup his cheek, gently stroking his skin. "

I smile softly at him. "No...I want you inside me." My voice is barely more than a whisper now, and I can feel my heart pounding in my chest as I say the words aloud for the first time. "Please...just make love to me..."

My hands move up to cup his face, fingers tangled in his hair as I pull him down toward me. My lips meet his, hungrily devouring his mouth in a kiss that leaves us both gasping for air when it finally ends.