LOGINHer eyes were hazy and glazed over. She couldn't breathe. No, she didn't breathe. Just stood there watching.
His chest rose and fell fast. Abs flexing in rhythm with every shallow inhale. The muscles in his strong forearm straining and flexing as he held his Cock in a tight fist, pumping quickly up and down his length. His other hand squeezed her underwear.
Her name left his lips again and again. Low, breathy, like a chant, like something forbidden and sacred all at once. Like it was all that mattered.
Then he opened his eyes, just when he was about to spill, and that's when he saw her. Their eyes locked instantly. Neither of them moved.
He licked his lips once "you weren't supposed to see that. You shouldn't be in here either." He said, voice rough, thick with lust, desire and something else, something she couldn't quite name.
The air between them had changed dangerously. Ember's hands clenched the sides of her nightdress. It was sheer and she had just noticed how much of her was visible in it under the lights of his room. Her nipples were hard and peaking against the fabric. Her thighs bare and glistening a little from where her wetness had slipped.
"Umm I, I heard noise, I came to check, I didn't mean to....... see" she whispered.
"And yet here you are." He said back. "You really shouldn't be here Ember" he said, though his grip around his length tightened.
He didn't tell her to leave. And she didn't leave either. She took a slow step forward. Her heart beating hard and fast. Allen's eyes trailed up and down her body, his tongue flicking out to lick his lips.
"Why?" She asked, her chest heaving slowly, barely holding back a moan.
He knew what she meant. "Because they smell like you" he said plainly, as if that alone explained why he was masturbating with her panties.
"You have no idea what you do to me. You're so young. And my Younger sister's best friend. I shouldn't be doing this, and God knows I've tried, but I can't help it" he admits, his tone almost pained.
"You're shy" he says again. "You've been avoiding me Ember, and you don't even meet my eyes when we're in the same room. Is it because you're afraid, or because you're trying to deny what you know you feel"
He looked at her for a moment longer. "Three seconds. I'm giving you three seconds to leave now. Pretend this never happened or......." He waited, half expecting her to leave. After three seconds, he smirked at her. "I warned you" he said huskily.
"Come here" he said to her, his voice so low and husky she almost moaned at it.
She stood frozen in her place
"Stop fighting it. You know you want to."
She hesitated once more, then she moved, walking straight towards what was either "her doom, or her redemption."
She went to him slowly her feet silently brushing the carpet, her heart pounding with each step she took. She should run, she could still run, pretend this never happened. But she knew deep down, she didn't want to.
When she hit the edge of his bed, she stopped moving, and just stared, waiting silently for his next command.
"Take it off" he said, referring to her nightdress.
She stood frozen.
"Take. It. Off" he repeated. Not a request, a command. And every fibre of her knew to obey him. She slowly reached for the hem of her dress, and pulled it up and over her head, once it was off, she was standing bare before him in nothing but tiny red lace panties. Her flat stomach, her large breasts. The dip of her waist and the curve of her hips all exposed to his hungry gaze. He groaned audibly. "So fucking beautiful"
She blushed shyly, looking away.
"Don't look away from me Ember" he commanded softly then he paused, just looking at her, simply taking her in. "Your perfect, all of you, and you have no idea how many times I've dreamt about this" he admitted.
"I wanna ruin you" he said and her breath hitched.
"Allen-" she started but he shushed her.
"Don't say anything. Do you think I don't know about your dirty fantasies, all those things you write about, all those things you dream about. I know Ember. And right now I wanna make every single one of them come true. I wanna make a mess of you. Ruin you so bad you'll never think about anyone else but me. You'll want no one else but me" he says darkly, his voice breathy and filled with lust and it took all her will power to not moan and even cum from it.
"Take off those panties." He commanded and she did, immediately, no hesitation, almost like she was in a daze from his voice.
"Fuck look at that pretty Cunt" he groaned, seeing her glistening Pussy and how wet she was for him. "Your soaked baby" he groaned.
He leaned back in his bed, laying flat on his back. "Be a good girl and come sit on my face" he said. Not a request, but a command and he expected immediate obedience.
She went to him, hesitantly. "W-wouldn't that suffocate you?" She asked, genuinely concerned.
He chuckled, pulling her to him, his hands gripping her hips.
"No, but even if it did. What a blissful way to go right?" He asked with a smirk.
He kissed the corner of her mouth, one hand going down between them, finding her aching cunt, he pressed his palm flat against it and her breath caught in her throat, he experimentally rubbed her clit and she moaned quietly. His Cock jerked at the sound.
"Do you wanna do that baby? Sit on my face like a good girl? Until I make you drip, and scream, and forget everything else but me?" He asked huskily against her ear. While moving his hand up to cup one of her breasts, his thumb rolling the nipple slowly. A whimper escapes her as she nods eagerly, dazed.
"Use your words baby" he commanded.
"A-Allen..." she gasps from need "p-please, I, I wanna do it"
"Do what?" He asks, wanting her to speak clearly.
"I, I wanna sit on your face" she whimpers.
"Good girl" her smirked
Adrian’s car pulled out of the driveway at 7:12 a.m.By 7:20 Sienna was standing in the doorway of the guest room. Noah hadn’t bothered pretending he was still asleep. He was sitting on the edge of the bed in only a pair of low-slung sweatpants, elbows on his knees, watching the door as if he had been waiting for the exact sound of her footsteps. When their eyes met, whatever last scrap of hesitation either of them had been carrying simply ended.He stood. She crossed the room. They met in the middle.The first kiss was deep and unhurried, the kind that carried the weight of every stolen hour that had led here. Noah’s hands slid under her sleep shirt, palms warm against bare skin, and pushed the fabric up and off. Her shorts and panties followed. He stepped back only long enough to look at her — flushed already, nipples tight, the faint marks from the weekend still visible on her hips — befo
The weekend arrived like a held breath finally released.Adrian left early Saturday morning with a suitcase and a quick kiss on Sienna’s cheek. The moment the front door clicked shut, the air in the house changed. Noah appeared in the kitchen doorway within minutes, already looking at her like the last of his restraint had been packed away with his brother’s bags.He didn’t speak. He simply crossed the room, backed her into the counter, and kissed her hard. One hand fisted in her hair, the other shoved her dress up around her waist. Sienna opened for him with a broken sound as he dragged her panties to the side and pushed two fingers into her without warning. She was already wet. The stretch pulled a gasp from her throat. Noah fucked her with his fingers in deep, demanding strokes, curling against the front wall while his thumb pressed firm circles over her clit. Soft, helpless noises spilled out of her. He kissed down her
Adrian’s flight landed at 9:40 p.m.By then the guest room had been stripped and remade. The hallway wall showed no evidence of what had happened against it. The kitchen counter had been wiped down twice. Sienna had showered until the water ran cold, scrubbed every trace of Noah from her skin, and put on the kind of soft loungewear that suggested nothing more exciting than an early night. Noah had retreated to the guest room with a book he was not reading. The house looked exactly as it should when a husband returned from a business trip.It did not feel the same.Adrian walked in with his suitcase and a tired smile, kissed Sienna on the cheek, and asked about her week in the vague way of someone who expected a short answer. She gave him one. Noah emerged long enough to greet his brother with a clap on the shoulder and a comment about the renovations still dragging on. The three of them stood in the living room for
They lasted less than twenty-four hours.Sienna told herself the previous night had been a one-time collapse of judgment — loneliness, proximity, the particular way Noah looked at her when the rest of the house was quiet. She repeated the explanation while she showered, while she dressed, while she made coffee and listened to him move around the guest room down the hall. By the time she reached the kitchen he was already there, shirtless, hair still damp from his own shower, drinking coffee like nothing irreversible had happened on that bed.He glanced at her over the rim of the mug. The look lasted a second too long.“Adrian called,” he said. “His flight got pushed again. Tomorrow night at the earliest.”The information settled between them like a match dropped near dry paper. Sienna wrapped both hands around her own mug and said nothing. Noah set his down, walked aroun
The next day passed in a thick, careful silence.Noah was already in the kitchen when Sienna came downstairs. He had made coffee. He set a mug in front of her without comment and returned to his own, eyes on his phone. The ordinary domesticity of it made the memory of the previous night feel even sharper — his mouth on hers, his fingers inside her, the rough sound of his voice when he told her to go upstairs. Neither of them mentioned it. The omission sat between them like a third person at the table.Adrian called mid-morning. The trip had been extended by another two days. Sienna listened to the apology that didn’t quite reach his voice, said the expected things, and hung up. When she turned, Noah was watching her from the doorway of the living room. He didn’t ask what had been said. He already knew.Evening settled early. Rain started against the windows. Sienna tried to read and failed. She tried to answer emails and deleted every sentence. Restlessness crawled under her skin unti
By the second evening the house already felt different.Adrian had called once in the afternoon — a short, distracted conversation about a delayed meeting and a possible extension of the trip. Sienna had listened, answered in the right places, and hung up with the same hollow quiet that had become familiar. When she came downstairs, Noah was in the kitchen making coffee like he had always belonged there. He glanced up, took in her expression in one quick pass, and said nothing about it. That, more than sympathy, settled under her skin.They ate leftovers standing at the counter. Conversation stayed surface-level — the renovations on his place, a book she had mentioned the night before, the weather turning colder. Underneath it the awareness from the previous evening had not faded. If anything it had sharpened. Every time Noah reached past her for a glass or a utensil, the space between their bodies felt deliberate. He never quite touched her. He never needed to.Afterward she tried to







