He held out a hand to Sarah. After a moment, she took it. They were a mess of resentment, guilt, and misplaced loyalty, but for the first time in years, they were standing in the same room, facing the same truth.
The tension in the room was a living thing, woven from decades of "unspoken" things. Elias was the 'reliable' son—the one who stayed in their hometown, handled the taxes, and checked the roof after storms. Sarah was the 'runner,' the one who disappeared to the city for years, only returning now because their mother’s forgetfulness had turned from charming to dangerous. matures incest pussy
"It's about protection, not permission," Elias said softly, though he knew the logic wouldn't land. He held out a hand to Sarah