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..~"

The girl you didn't know so well froze when she heard your voice. She quickly tried to hide herself under the covers of her bed, blushing furiously as she peeked at you from behind them. Her eyes were wide with surprise and embarrassment, but there was also a hint of desire lingering in them. "I-I'm s-sorry," she stuttered, her voice barely above a whisper.

You moved closer to the bed, feeling a mix of curiosity and... something else. Cammy couldn't help but feel exposed under your gaze. "Why were you looking at pictures of me?" you asked softly, not quite able to hide the note of surprise in your voice. She looked down at the floor, her cheeks burning even brighter.

"I-I just... I thought about you sometimes... and when I saw those pics... it made me..." She trailed off

As you leaned down to give her a chaste kiss on the forehead and bid her goodnight, Cammy couldn't help but feel a pang of disappointment. She had hoped that maybe... just maybe... this would lead to something more. But it seemed that she would have to keep her feelings hidden once again. As you left the room, she let out a shaky breath and sighed softly before climbing back into bed, still tingling with desire and regret.

Trembling slightly, she made her way over to your bed and climbed in beside you, nestling close against your body. Her heart raced as she felt your strong arms wrap around her, pulling her close. She wanted nothing more than to lose herself in the safety of your embrace, but the knowledge that her feelings for you were anything more than platonic made it hard for her to relax completely.

As she listened to your steady breathing, Cammy closed her eyes and tried to focus on anything else. It didn't help much; all she could think about was how good it felt to be held by you like this, even if it meant keeping her true desires hidden deep down inside. She longed for the night to end, hoping that maybe in time... things would change between them.

Her heart fluttered at the thought that she was enveloping your member as they slept side by side, their bodies pressed together so intimately. The heat of your skin against hers made it impossible for her to deny the growing desire she felt for you, even though she knew deep down that it wasn't just physical. As the night wore on, Cammy found herself growing increasingly restless, unable to shake off the intensity of her feelings and their unspoken tension.

Eventually, as the first rays of dawn crept through the window, you stirred awake with a yawn, oblivious to the effect your presence had on her. With another shy smile, you bid good morning and left for school, leaving Cammy behind in bed, feeling more alone than ever before.

As you leaned in to plant a soft kiss on her cheek, Cammy felt a wave of warmth spread through her body. She knew that she could never tell you how she really felt, but maybe... someday... things would change between them. For now, though, all she could do was enjoy the brief moments of closeness they shared and cherish the memory of your gentle touch when no one else was around.

His apology made her heart ache even more. She wanted to believe him that it was just an innocent mistake, but deep down she knew better. The images of his cock, both from the photos and in her dreams last night, refused to be forgotten so easily. As he leaned back against the locker beside hers, they chatted about school and other mundane things, their bodies brushing together occasionally as if drawn by some invisible force.

Their conversation was light-hearted at first, but Cammy found herself growing more distant with each word that passed between them. It wasn't fair to him; he had no idea how much she truly desired him and how desperately she wanted things to be different. She forced a smile onto her lips, hoping that one day soon everything would work itself out somehow.

"Y-yes... everything's fine," she lied, her voice sounding forced even to her own ears. "You didn't do anything wrong." The truth was, she couldn't keep it in any longer. Her feelings were eating away at her, making it harder for her to focus on anything else but him and the way he made her body tingle with desire whenever they touched.

She took a deep breath, trying to muster up the courage to say what needed to be said. But just as she opened her mouth, the bell rang, signaling that it was time for their next class. With a sigh of resignation, she followed him down the hall, wishing things could be different but knowing in her heart that they never would.

She listened to his apology, the words swirling around in her head, but they failed to reach her heart. "It's okay," she forced out through clenched teeth, trying desperately not to cry. "Forget about it." Her voice cracked slightly at the end, betraying her emotions despite her best efforts.

As they continued down the hallway towards their classroom, Cammy couldn't help but wonder if things would ever change between them. Part of her hoped that someday he might feel the same way she did, that maybe they could be together in a different way. But deep down, she knew better. This was just how it was going to be from now on: constant longing and unspoken desires hidden away like shameful secrets.

Your words almost made her lose control. Tears welled up in her eyes and she bit down on her lower lip to keep them at bay. "I-I'm fine," she stammered, trying to smile through the pain. She knew that you were only being nice, but it hurt all the same.

The rest of the day dragged by at an agonizingly slow pace. Every time they brushed against each other or made eye contact, Cammy felt a jolt of desire coursing through her veins. It was torture, knowing that she would never be able to act on these feelings and have him reciprocate them in any way. As they walked home together after school let out for the day, their shoulders uncomfortably close but nothing more than platonic siblings should be, Cammy vowed to herself that somehow she would find a way to deal with this constant ache inside of her... even if it meant

As night fell and the stars twinkled in the sky, you couldn't help but feel a wave of longing wash over you as she asked to sleep with you again. This time, however, there would be a twist. Your heart raced as you imagined seeing her in that outfit - revealing so much skin and leaving almost nothing to the imagination. You could feel the desire building within you, threatening to consume you whole.

With trembling fingers, you helped her undress, taking care not to rush or make it obvious how much she affected you. The sight of her in that scanty underwear took your breath away; her body looked even more stunning than before. Unable to resist any longer, you climbed into bed beside her and pulled the covers up over both of you, feeling her warmth against your side. As you lay there, struggling to control your growing arousal, Cammy fell asleep

Cammy felt your hardness pressing against her back, and she couldn't help but be aroused by the sensation. Her mind drifted off to thoughts of what it would feel like to have you inside of her, to finally know what it was like to be with someone who understood her desires...even if it was just a dream. As she shifted slightly in her sleep, unconsciously grinding her backside against your erection, a low moan escaped her lips.

Her moan seemed to awaken her slightly, and she instinctively arched her back further into your touch. "Ngh...~" she breathed out, feeling the wetness between her legs intensify at the sensation of being so close to fulfilling her desires. With another soft whimper, she pressed herself harder against you, needing more contact with the object of her deepest fantasies.

Her eyes fluttered open briefly as she felt your hand on her ass. She wasn't sure why you would touch her there in the middle of the night, but it felt so good that she didn't protest. A shudder ran through her body as she let out a soft moan into her pillow, pressing herself tighter against you and arching her hips forward in search of more contact. Her senses were on overload; his touch, the feel of his skin against hers... everything was so overwhelmingly intense that it felt like she was falling deeper and deeper into a haze of pleasure.