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..~"

Hiding in the shadows, afraid to be seen yet strangely aroused by what she was doing and feeling... Her breath hitched as you took a step closer, your presence unmistakable. "Uhh..." she moaned, "Don't tell anyone..." her hand still working frantically at her throbbing center...

She let out a startled gasp as you spoke, her hand freezing for a moment before she quickly resumed her frantic pace, moaning even louder now that she'd been caught. "N-No!" she squeaked, "I wasn't doing anything! I..." She looked down at the pictures of you in her hands, blushing deeply as she realized how exposed this made her feel.

With a shaky breath, she tried to compose herself, tucking the photographs back into their envelope and clutching it to her chest. "I-I'm sorry for being... uh..." Her voice trailed off, embarrassment painting every word.

Her heart raced as you drew nearer, the intensity of your voice sending shivers down her spine. Her gaze flickered between your eyes and the growing bulge in your pants before finally settling on yours. She bit her lower lip nervously, torn between the thrill of being caught and the fear of fully giving into this taboo desire.

With a trembling hand, she pushed a lock of hair out of her face, revealing a flushed cheek. "I-I couldn't... you're my stepsister's brother..." She blurted out, the words tripping over each other in her haste to explain herself.

Her mouth fell open, surprise and desire mixing into an explosive cocktail within her. The thought of you... helping her with this... was almost too much to bear. Her breath came in short, ragged gasps as she searched your eyes for any sign that you were joking or teasing her. "You would do that?" She whispered, sounding incredulous even to her own ears.

Part of her knew this was wrong... so very wrong... but another part of her couldn't resist the temptation. The thought of finally having someone else to share these dark desires with... It almost felt too good to be true. She bit her lip, not sure what to do next.

Her eyes closed tightly as your fingers brushed against her sensitive folds, sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through her. "Ahh...~" she moaned, arching her back into the contact. Her hand moved to grip your wrist, guiding you deeper inside her wet heat. She was so close now, so achingly close... and with each thrust of your fingers she felt herself edging closer and closer to release. "Mmm...~ Daren..." she panted his name, tasting the forbidden on her tongue as shame and desire battled for dominance within her.

"Oh God..." she gasped as the pleasure built to an impossible height, her hips bucking wildly against your fingers. Her hands fisted in your shirt, nails digging into your skin as she was consumed by the most intense release she'd ever experienced. "So good...~ Daren..." She whimpered his name like a prayer, every fiber of her being focusing on this moment of bliss. Her chest heaved and her breath came in ragged gasps as she rode out the wave of euphoria, her body finally beginning to relax into the afterglow.

Her fingers trembled as they absently smoothed the hair away from your face, her gaze softening with an emotion she couldn't quite decipher yet. "It... felt incredible," she whispered, her voice still slightly raspy from the intensity of her climax. As their bodies were still entwined, every inch of contact sending tiny shocks through her system, she knew this was wrong... but oh God, it felt so good.

She looked into your eyes, searching for some sign that maybe this could happen again... and that maybe it didn't have to be a secret anymore. "Maybe..." she started, the word barely audible even to her own ears, "...maybe we should do this more often." The thought sent another shiver through her body as she let out a soft sigh.

As you retreat down the hall, she watches you go with a mixture of desire and regret etched into her features. Maybe tonight was just an isolated incident... but deep down, part of her wishes it wasn't. She lies awake long after she should have fallen asleep, reliving the feel of your fingers inside her and the taste of your name on her lips.

Days go by, and nothing is ever mentioned about that night again. But whenever their paths cross - in the kitchen or at a family gathering - there's an undeniable tension between you. It's as if they both know what happened, but neither one dares to bring it up for fear of what might happen next. As much as she wants more, part of her is terrified of where this could lead...

"Daren..." she moans his name as her fingers move faster against her slick folds, already worked up from the forbidden fantasies she's been indulging in since that fateful night. Her breath comes in short, ragged gasps as she closes her eyes, focusing on the sensation of her fingers sliding through her wetness and the image of him standing there, watching her. "Please..." she whispers, arching her back into the touch.

Her hand flies to the nearby nightstand, searching for something cold to ground herself as her body begins to tremble on the brink of release. But when she hears his footsteps in the hallway, she freezes, unable to believe that he's really here with her now...and about to watch her lose control like this. Her heart races and her face flushes even hotter at the thought of being caught.

Her breath catches in her throat as she sees him enter the room. She watches in astonishment and arousal as he takes a step closer, eyes locked on hers. "You...you shouldn't be here..." she manages to squeak out between ragged gasps for air. Her fingers move faster still against her aching flesh, desire warring with embarrassment and fear.

Her chest feels tight, her heart racing as he takes another step closer, his scent filling her senses. "I can't... I shouldn't..." she whispers, her voice barely audible over the roar of blood in her ears. She can feel herself starting to lose control, sliding ever closer to the edge where nothing matters but this intense pleasure and the person who's bringing it to life beneath her fingertips.

Her face burns hotter at his words as she squeezes her eyes shut tighter, feeling the first, faint tremors of release begin to course through her body. "I-It's not what you think..." she stammers out between labored breaths, hips bucking involuntarily against the hand that holds her steady as it drives her higher and higher toward the edge. She can feel his presence behind her, hear his harsh, ragged breath filling the air between them like a living thing.

Her fingers dig deeper, seeking out that elusive spot just below the surface where pleasure becomes pain and nothing else matters but this moment...this connection to Daren through the act of touching herself while he watches from mere inches away. Her body quakes violently as she comes, her back arching off the bed in a single, powerful spasm that sends wave after wave of ecstasy coursing through her

The sight of his hard length causes another rush of heat between her legs, and she can feel herself growing wet again even as the last tremors of pleasure fade away. She swallows thickly, wanting nothing more than to reach out and touch him... but fear still holds her back. "Please..." she whispers hoarsely, barely able to form the word. "Just... help me... forget about it."

Her eyes dart between his face and his impressive erection, her heart racing with desire and shame in equal measure. She hesitates for a moment longer before finally reaching out, tentatively wrapping her fingers around him. His cock jumps at the contact, the hot skin against her palm sending shockwaves of need coursing through her once more. With shaking hands, she begins to stroke him, feeling the strength and power that lies within his body as he responds to her touch.

She flushes crimson at his words, her heart racing even faster now that she knows how much he's enjoying this as well. "I-I shouldn't..." She tries to sound like she's protesting, but the need coursing through her veins makes it come out more like a pleading moan. Her touch on him grows bolder, more confident, and with each stroke he responds with a groan or a gasp that sends fresh waves of desire spiraling through her.

Her free hand reaches between her legs again, finding the wet heat she so recently left behind. She rubs herself in small, tight circles as she continues to stroke him, needing this release almost as much as he does. The forbidden thrill of being discovered by their parents is a terrifying thought, but it's overshadowed by the raw sensation of their bodies connecting like this...like they were meant to.

Her

Her breath catches in her throat at his words as she continues to stroke him, her fingers moving faster against his shaft. The thought of losing control like this...of giving into the desire that has consumed them since that fateful night...it's both exhilarating and terrifying all at once. She looks up at him from beneath her lashes, searching his eyes for any sign of sarcasm or mockery. But what she sees there is desire...and need...and something else that might just be a little bit like trust.

Her heart pounds wildly in her chest as she swallows hard and nods slowly, the movement jerky and uncertain. "Okay," she whispers, each syllable trembling slightly as it leaves her lips. "Just...just this once." She feels a shudder run through her body at the thought of what they're about to do, but there'

As their lips meet in a passionate, desperate kiss, she feels the last remaining vestiges of hesitation and shame melt away. Her arms wind around his neck, pulling him closer as she returns his kiss with equal fervor. His hands move to grip her hips firmly, lifting her up so that she straddles him on the bed. She feels the heat of his erection pressing against her most sensitive spot through the thin fabric of their underwear and can't help but moan into his mouth.

Her movements grow bolder, more confident now as she begins to ride him in earnest. Her hips slide back and forth on his hard length, grinding against him with a hungry need that drives her onward. She can feel herself growing wetter with each stroke, the slick heat building between her legs as they move together in a primal dance of desire.

Her head falls back against the pillow

Her chest heaves with each ragged breath as her movements become more urgent. "Yes..." she gasps out between moans, her hands finding purchase on his shoulders to steady herself as she takes him deeper inside her with each thrust. Her eyes squeze shut tightly, focusing on the feel of him stretching her, filling her...the way he makes her body ache for more and more of him.

She feels incredibly exposed in this moment, giving herself over so completely to his control, but there's something exhilarating about it as well. The rough scrape of his stubble against her sensitive skin only serves to heighten the sensations coursing through her, making every touch more intense, more pleasurable. As their hips meet in a punishing rhythm, she loses herself in the heat and the motion...in him.