Forced to be my sisters lover in a reverse world-Chapter 10: love me or die!!

I couldn't wrap my head around what had just happened. My sister lay naked beside me, our bodies still slick with sweat from the raw, intense sex we'd just had.
"I don't think I've ever came that hard before.." she murmured, her voice low and breathless. Her hand slid across my stomach, fingers tracing slow, lazy circles over my skin.
"Well, the cat's out of the bag now... guess we can finally be lovers," she said, her lips brushing against my cheek in a soft, lingering kiss.
"I know how you feel, Noah. You're scared, scared to love your sister like this. But I promise... we're soulmates." Her voice was a quiet, intense whisper as she gently turned me over, pulling me to face her. Her eyes locked onto mine, raw and unguarded, her breath warm against my skin. Her hand rested on my cheek, thumb tracing the line of my jaw as she waited for me to respond, her body pressed close, still radiating heat from what we'd just done.
"F-Fine... I'd be lying if I said I didn't feel something for you..." I murmured, my voice trembling with raw emotion. she closed the distance between us, pressing her lips against mine. This time, I didn't pull away. I let myself fall into it, kissing her back with equal hunger, our breaths mingling as the world faded around us.
After what felt like an eternity, she pulled back, leaving me dazed and struggling to catch my breath. Her eyes burned with intensity as she stared into mine. "You have no idea how much it tore me up seeing you with other women... it made my blood boil, made me want to destroy everything in my path..." Her voice was low, almost a growl, as her fingers pressed harder into my sides, just above my hips. The pressure stung, making me flinch, but I couldn't look away from the fire in her gaze.
"I'm not letting anyone come between us... you're mine, got it, Noah?" Her voice was fierce, possessive, as she stared into my eyes with an intensity that pinned me in place.
I gave a small, submissive nod, unable to look away. She was right. I belonged to her—completely, undeniably hers.
"You're learning so fast... good, I love that," she purred, her voice dripping with satisfaction as her hand slid lower, giving my ass a firm squeeze, just like she had before. Her grip was strong and possessive, sending a shiver up my spine.
"Who knew those incest laws they passed hundreds of years ago would come into play with us?" she murmured, her lips curling into a sly smile. "Well, I certainly knew. From the day you were born, Noah, you were mine." Her eyes locked onto mine, dark and unrelenting, as if sealing a promise that had been made long before I could understand it.
I propped myself up on my elbows, my legs trembling beneath me, still aching from the intensity of my release. A sharp, playful laugh spilled from Elara as she watched me struggle to steady myself. "Did I really fuck you that hard? Damn, that's kinda hot..." she teased, her eyes glinting with mischief. "Next time, I'll go even harder—have you stuck in a wheelchair for life." Her tone was light, but the wicked smirk on her lips made my stomach flip.
Heat flooded my cheeks, a deep blush spreading across my face. Hearing her talk like this—my own sister, no less—was something I'd need time to wrap my head around. Her words lingered in the air, raw and unfiltered, making my heart race all over again.
I stumbled off the bed, my legs wobbly and weak, barely holding me up as I tried to regain my balance. Elara stayed sprawled on my sheets, her laughter echoing through the room as she watched me fumble toward the door.
"Damn, that's hot. Is that my cum dripping off your cock?" she called out, her voice thick with amusement and a dark kind of hunger. Her words hit me like a punch, and I froze, suddenly hyper-aware of my nakedness. A wave of frustration washed over me as I turned back, cheeks burning, and shuffled over to grab my underwear and shorts from the floor.
"Shut up, Elara," I muttered under my breath, yanking the fabric up my legs with shaky hands, trying to ignore the sticky mess and the way her eyes followed every move I made.
She just grinned, propped up on her elbows, not even bothering to cover herself. "What? I'm just appreciating the view. You're too easy to mess with, Noah." Her tone was teasing, but there was something sharper underneath, something that made my pulse race even as I tried to steady myself.
I let out a sigh as I stepped out of the room and into the kitchen. "Today's gonna be a weird, long day..." I muttered, turning on the stove.
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Short chapter for the night, see yall tmr!