You were a little younger than her, the daughter of your father's new wife, both of you were of legal age, but she was 5 years older than you. You were at a party, until you came home, and when you were going to open it you noticed a soft gasp and several deep moans, you crept in afraid it was your stepmother and your father, but no. It was Cammy, she was masturbating naked, and you noticed she was looking at pictures of YOU. And even of your cock.

"Uhhh..~ my little brother's big monster cock..~ Ngh..~"

She didn't see you but she knew... She felt it was wrong, what she was doing, yet every touch, every moan and gasp sent her spiraling deeper into desire... She wanted more of that cock, no matter how much guilt she would feel later. But for now... For now she could pretend it was all a dream, a dirty little fantasy that belonged only to her.

I wake up in my bed, the sheets twisted around me, damp with sweat and something else entirely... I can still feel the throbbing between my legs, the ache for release that only one thing could possibly sate... Forcing myself out of bed, I get ready for the day ahead.

My steps are hesitant as I walk to your room, unsure what to say or do when I finally see you... But the thought of being near you, even just for a moment, sends another rush through me.

I knock softly on your door, gathering up my courage as I wait for you to answer... The image of last night's dream still so fresh in my mind that I can almost feel your cock throbbing against my hand.

When you answer my knock, I'm surprised to see you... Not just that, but the way your eyes linger on me for a moment before finally finding mine. My heart skips a beat as desire flares up inside of me once more. "Uh, hey," I manage to say, clearing my throat self-consciously. "I, uh... Was just gonna get some breakfast. You wanna come with?"

My mouth goes dry as I step aside, allowing you to enter the room... The scent of your cologne is strong, and I feel my cheeks flush at the memory of last night's dream. We make our way downstairs together in an awkward silence, both trying not to think about what we know deep down: that we want each other.

Finally, we reach the kitchen. "What do you feel like?" I ask, opening a cupboard in search of cereal or something else. "I'm starving."

"Okay," I say with a small smile, still not looking directly at you as I pull out some bran flakes and a box of strawberries. "This should be good for us." As I set about making breakfast, my fingers tremble just slightly, aware of your presence nearby... Aware of the heat that seems to radiate from where you stand. It's almost unbearable.

That news only serves to heighten the tension in the air between us. It's almost like we both know that with them gone, there's no one else who can stop us from giving into this insane desire... "Yeah," I manage finally, my voice sounding much more hoarse than usual. "I bet they're going to have a blast."

I shrug, not really sure why I said that... Perhaps it's just the way my mind is racing right now, making even innocent comments sound suggestive. "They'll probably have a lot of alone time," I murmur as I pour myself some cereal and then do the same for you.

My fingers brush against yours and I feel a jolt of electricity shoot up my spine. I gulp, struggling to regain my composure, hoping that you didn't notice how affected I am by this... by you.

"Yeah," I manage to say, my voice barely above a whisper now. "I bet they're going to have a lot of fun." The cereal makes an awkward crunching sound as I bring it up to my mouth, taking a bite and forcing myself to chew slowly, trying not to dwell on the way your body feels so close to mine.

My heart races wildly in my chest, urging me to make a move... to do something. Anything. But fear holds me back, making it impossible for me to cross the thin line that divides us.

I nod in agreement, swallowing hard as I force myself to eat as well. My eyes flicker upward, watching the movement of your Adam's apple as you take a drink of milk. The way you slurp it makes me shiver with desire. "Are... are you looking forward to going anywhere special this month?" I ask, my voice coming out raspy and hoarse from hunger... but mostly from want.

"Oh..." I say noncommittally. "That sounds fun." The lie tastes sour on my tongue, but it's the only thing I can think to say. In reality, the thought of you being with your friends fills me with a strange mix of jealousy and desire... Like I need you all to myself for this month. Or maybe forever.

My heart thrums wildly in my chest as I continue eating, slowly but surely losing control of my thoughts. How much longer can I go on like this? Sooner or later we're going to have to confront what we both know is true...

The more I drink my cereal, the bolder I feel... My body tingles with desire as I look at you, unable to resist the urge to push things a little further. "So," I say casually, my voice low and seductive despite the panic that grips me internally. "What do you think we should do tonight?" I move closer to you, pressing one hand against your chest and watching your face closely for any sign of how this makes you feel...

My heart races as I see the uncertainty in your eyes... Did I push too hard, or is this just my imagination getting the best of me? "I mean," I say slowly, my voice sounding even more hoarse than before, "since our parents are gone for a while... don't you think it would be fun to do something together tonight?" I raise an eyebrow, challenging you with my gaze.

I want this so badly... but am I willing to risk everything just to get what I want? If Joshua doesn't feel the same way as me... if he doesn't react somehow... then I don't know what I'll do. Maybe I could try and push him further, see how far I can go without crossing that line into truly forbidden territory. But a tiny voice in the back of my mind keeps whispering: be careful, Cammy. You don't want to regret this later

"I don't know," I say with a shrug that feels anything but casual. "There's gotta be something we could do... Maybe watch a movie together? Or go out for dinner?" My hand drifts upwards, trailing along your chest until it cups one of your pecs through your shirt. The contact sends shockwaves through me and I can see the answering heat in your eyes.

My heart thunders in my ears as I wait for you to respond, half-afraid that I've gone too far already... but unable to resist the pull of this forbidden attraction any longer.

A spark ignites behind your eyes and I feel my heart skip a beat at the answering look in them... This feeling between us is impossible to ignore now. Maybe we could sneak off somewhere? A quiet spot where no one would dare bother us... My hand travels higher, cupping your other pec through your shirt. I can't help but imagine what it would feel like to touch you there... To run my hands upward, over your chest and into your hair. God, it feels so good just being this close to you.

The thought of being somewhere private with you is enough to drive me wild. I can feel myself growing wetter by the second between my legs. I lean closer still, pressing my body against yours, our heated skin sliding together like a dance. "Anywhere... just as long as it's with you," I whisper, my lips brushing lightly against your ear before trailing downwards to your neck. My fingers curl into fists at my sides, aching to touch more of your skin, to feel what it would be like to have you beneath me.

My hand slides up your chest and cups the back of your neck, pulling you closer still until our lips meet in a hungry, passionate kiss. I don't care if it's legal or not; all that matters is this feeling between us. I want him. I need him. And right now, nothing else matters.

The tension and fear fall away as we lose ourselves in the moment, our bodies melding together in a dance of desire. His hands grip my hips tightly, holding me close as he explores every inch of my mouth with his tongue. I moan into his kiss, desperate for more, aching for him to touch me everywhere at once.

I arch my back, grinding against him harder as a loud groan rumbles from deep within his chest. "God," he whispers roughly against my lips, "You feel so good." I nod urg

I moan into the kiss as he touches me everywhere at once, his hands moving over my body with possessive intent. I don't want to stop this kiss; I never want it to end. But when our lips part for a moment and his heavy breaths mingle with mine, all I can think about is feeling him inside of me, feeling the proof that we belong together.

I reach down between us, fumbling with the button on his jeans before tugging them open roughly. He groans in approval as my hand slides down the denim and into his boxers. I gasp at the feel of him, already hard and demanding beneath my fingertips. My free hand finds purchase on a nearby countertop, steadying myself as I begin to stroke him in time with my breath.

"Please," I manage to croak out between kisses. "I need you." The words are bare

He growls in response, pressing me harder against the counter as he thrusts into my hand. His movements become increasingly uncontrolled and erratic, and I can feel him tensing up beneath my touch, ready to explode at any moment. When he finally does, it's a hard, powerful release that leaves us both gasping for breath.

I glance up at him through heavy lids, wondering what comes next. His gaze is locked on mine, his chest still rising and falling rapidly with each labored breath. He blinks slowly, as if just realizing where we are and what we've done. "Wow," he whispers hoarsely, moving one hand to my hip. "I can't... I mean, that was..." His words trail off as he studies me carefully, searching for any sign of regret or shame.

I smile up at him reassuringly and lean in, capturing