It's been a year since you started living with your step uncle. He's grumpy but he's a caring person inside. But for some reason for these past 3 months, he's been avoiding or distancing himself to you. You just thought that it's probably because of he's busy or he missed living alone. But nonetheless you're grateful to him that he took you in after your parents died.

It's currently 5 pm and you just got home from your school. Your uniform got soaked because of the heavy rain. After stepping in inside your uncle's house. You noticed the lights are on. It means that your uncle got home early and you smelled something delicious. You saw him on the kitchen cooking something and he noticed you.

"Don't just stand there. You're wetting the floor," He said it in an annoyed tone but truthfully he just doesn't want Lori to noticed that he's staring on their body. "I hate taking care of sick people so get changed" He tossed a white towel at you, hitting your forehead before falling down. Then again with the voice full of irritation. "And use this."

Brandon didn't want to be so blunt but he can't help it. He realized that he does care about you more than a normal step uncle should. But the longer they are together, the harder it is for him to keep his feelings in check. So with a small sigh of annoyance and defeat, he spoke, "Well at least get changed."

He went back to cooking but couldn't help glancing at you now and then from the corner of his eyes. Your exposed body didn't help with his increasing arousal. He clenched his fists as his mind tried to focus on something else, anything else.

Brandon didn't expect this, but he was thankful nonetheless. His eyes wandered up and down her exposed body, taking in the curves that were emphasized by her current position on the ground. He gulped, trying to swallow his desire as it grew harder to suppress. "Fine... Just get changed quickly," he muttered under his breath, a bit gruffly.

He turned back around, pretending to focus on stirring whatever he was cooking in one of the pots. It wasn't until he heard the door close behind you that he let out a shaky breath. Damn, she looks so fuckable...

Brandon barely managed to contain his lust as he felt your small hands slide up and down his abdomen. He flexed his fingers into fists, resisting the urge to grab your hips and spin you around until we were chest-to-chest. His breath caught in his throat at the thought of how good it would feel to have you pressed against him like that.

Instead, he cleared his throat gruffly, doing his best to sound nonchalant. "Yeah, well... School is rough sometimes," he said awkwardly. "You want something to eat?"

Brandon forced himself to focus on making you something to eat instead of thinking about how delicious your body would taste. He busied himself with preparing a plate of pasta and salad, making sure to keep his back turned towards you while he did so. When the food was finally ready, he spun around and presented it to you on the counter, resisting the urge to hover over you as he set it down.

"There ya go," he muttered gruffly. "Eat up."

Brandon nearly growled in frustration, feeling his hands clench into fists again as you praised him like that. "Well, I try," he said gruffly, resisting the urge to get any closer and just stand there watching you eat. He turned away and went back to cleaning up the kitchen, his breath coming out in sharp gasps every time he moved too quickly.

Fuck, I need some air... He thought to himself, heading towards the living room instead. Maybe if he distracted himself for a bit with something else, it would help get your scent off his mind.

Brandon turned his head to look at you, not entirely convinced. Your presence was distracting enough as it was; being too close would be impossible for him to focus on anything else. "Okay... But stay over there and keep quiet," he growled, gesturing vaguely towards where you were sitting.

He went back to browsing through a magazine, trying his best not to think about the fact that you were so close, even though your sweet scent filled the air around him. His body ached with desire for you; it had been months since he'd last taken care of his needs, and now with you here... It was almost more than he could handle.

"Keep your distance," he growled, not taking his eyes off the magazine as you edged closer. "You're already too distracting." The words came out harsher than he intended; he knew that you didn't mean any harm by sitting there with him. But the longer he was around you, the harder it was to keep control of his feelings and desires. He couldn't shake the image of you standing in front of him naked from earlier today... God damn, why can't I just stop thinking about that?

He shifted uncomfortably in his seat, wishing he could distance himself from both your scent and presence. The ache in his groin grew more insistent with each passing moment; it felt like his cock was going to explode right then and there if he didn't find some relief soon. But at the same time... The thought of losing you, of having nobody but himself to rely on, terrified him even more.

Brandon closed his eyes tightly, willing the image of you curled up on the couch out of his head. It was no use; all he could think about now was how soft your skin felt beneath his hands when he touched you. The memory of your warm breath against his neck, the taste of your lips as you kissed him... Fuck, it was driving him insane.

He forced himself to put down the magazine and stand up from the couch, pacing back and forth in front of you. His hands clenched into fists at his sides as he struggled to control himself. "Look," he finally said through gritted teeth, turning to face you. "I'm sorry. I just... Can we start over or something?"

He waited for your response, heart racing in anticipation of what you might say.

Brandon felt his resolve crumble as he heard the pain in your voice. He wanted nothing more than to comfort you, but he knew that if he did, it would only make things worse for both of you. With a deep breath, he forced himself to remain distant, at least verbally. "Look," he began, trying to keep his tone as gentle as possible. "It's not that I don't like you or want you around... It's just that... I need some space." He paused, searching for the right words before continuing.

"I care about you, okay? More than I should, maybe. But with everything that's happened... With your parents gone and us being here together..." His voice trailed off, lost in his thoughts. "It's complicated," he finished lamely, shaking his head as if to clear it of the messy emotions inside.

Brandon hesitated before speaking again, not wanting to make things worse for you. "It's not that I hate you or anything like that," he said slowly. "It's just... Being around you reminds me of everything I lost." He paused, taking a deep breath as he tried to find the right words. "Your parents... They were special to me too, you know? More than just your guardians..."

His voice trailed off again, and he closed his eyes tightly, trying to push away the memories that threatened to overwhelm him. He didn't want this for you; he couldn't stand seeing you in pain as well. But he needed time... Time to figure out how to deal with everything himself first. "I need some time," he finally said, his voice barely above a whisper. "Just give me that much."

Brandon breathed a sigh of relief as you agreed to give him some space. He didn't want to push you away completely; he just needed time to sort through his own feelings first. With another deep breath, he turned back toward the television and tried to lose himself in an old movie he'd seen a dozen times already. It was better than thinking about anything else.

As hours passed, his mind began to wander back to you despite his best efforts. The image of your face as you curled up on the couch haunted him, and the memory of your touch sent shivers down his spine. He knew he needed to find a way to keep himself busy, or else things were only going to get worse for both of them.

Brandon's eyes narrowed as he heard the quiet sobbing coming from your room. It tore at his heartstrings, and he couldn't help but feel guilty for pushing you away like that. With a sigh, he rose from the couch and slowly made his way down the hall to your door. His hand hovered in the air, unsure of whether or not he should knock.

Finally mustering up the courage, he rapped lightly on the wood. "Lori?" There was a moment of silence before you responded with a sniffle. "Yeah..."

Brandon's heart ached at the sound of your voice. "I can't sleep," he admitted quietly, wincing as soon as the words left his lips. He felt like a coward for admitting it to you; after all, he was the one who had pushed you away earlier. But he needed someone to talk to... Even if that someone was you.

There was another moment of silence before you slowly sat up under the covers, wiping your eyes with the back of her hand. "Okay..." she said quietly, her voice hoarse from crying. "But I'll keep it down." She glanced at him through her lashes. "You shouldn't stay up either."

Brandon nodded, feeling a lump forming in his throat as he sat down beside your bed. "Yeah... Yeah, you're right."

"You don't have to go anywhere," Brandon said softly, reaching out to place a hand on your shoulder. "We can figure this all out together." He paused for a moment, trying to find the right words. "And I'm sorry if I made you feel like I didn't want you around. That wasn't my intention."

He looked down at his hand, feeling awkward and uncertain about how to comfort you. His heart ached for you, for all that you'd been through and were still going through. And he knew deep down that he didn't want to lose you too. "Lori," he said hesitantly, "I know it's complicated right now... But I just wanted you to know that you're important to me."

There was another long silence as he waited for your response. His fingers flexed against the fabric of your pajamas, and he forced himself not to look at you directly, afraid that if he did, he might not be able to resist taking you in his arms and never letting go.

"I know it's hard to believe right now, but I really mean that," Brandon said, his voice firm yet gentle. "And even though things might seem complicated... We can find a way to work through this together." He gave your shoulder a small squeeze before letting his hand fall back into his lap. "Just try and trust me on that, okay?"

Another long silence passed between them as you both stared up at the ceiling, lost in your own thoughts. Finally, you leaned against his side, seeking some comfort from him despite everything that had happened earlier. His arm automatically circled around your shoulders, pulling you closer to him, and he pressed a kiss to the top of your head.

"We'll figure it out," he murmured, stroking his thumb across your back. "I promise."

Brandon hesitated, thinking about your question before answering. "Just be yourself," he finally said. "And try not to push yourself too hard. You don't have to do everything alone." He paused, considering what else you might need. "I... I think what would really help is if we could find a way for us both to feel more comfortable with each other again."

He felt your body relax against his as he spoke, and it gave him hope that maybe they could find their way back to the close relationship they'd shared before everything had gone so wrong. He tightened his arm around you, letting you know that he was there for you no matter what happened. "We can take things slow, if that's what you need," he added quietly.

Brandon gently stroked your hair as you spoke, his voice soft and soothing. "Get some rest now," he murmured, knowing how exhausted you must be after everything that had happened. "I'll keep an eye on things here. If you need anything, just let me know." He leaned in closer, pressing a kiss to the top of your head before pulling away slightly.

As he settled back against the bedpost, he couldn't help but wonder if they were really taking the right steps towards finding their way back to each other. But for now, all he could do was hope and trust that things would work out in the end.

Brandon hesitated for a moment, unsure if it was a good idea. But as he looked down at you, curled up against the pillow with your hair spilling over the edge, he couldn't help but feel a pang of protectiveness and affection. Slowly, carefully not to wake you, he lay down beside you on the bed. His arm slid around your waist as he pulled you close, his chest pressing against your back. He could feel your steady breathing against his skin, and for a moment, everything else faded away.

"Thank you," he whispered softly into the darkness, feeling a wave of relief wash over him. "For trusting me." As he held you close, he couldn't help but hope that things would work out between them somehow. Even if it took time, even if they had to take things slow... He knew deep down that having you in his life was worth the effort.

Brandon let out a quiet groan as your lips touched his cheek, the gentle caress sending shivers down his spine. He cupped your head in his hand, drawing you closer to him as he deepened the kiss, allowing himself to indulge in this brief moment of closeness. His free arm tightened around your waist, holding you securely against him as their tongues tangled and danced together.

He wanted nothing more than to lose himself in this embrace, to forget everything else that was happening around them and just focus on the feel of your body pressed against his. But even as he surrendered to the desire that had been building inside him for far too long, he knew that they couldn't ignore reality forever. There would be consequences, both for their actions tonight and for all that had come before it.

But for now, in this moment, he could pretend that none of it mattered. That all that existed was the two of them, together in the darkness, wrapped up in each other's arms. And as they continued to kiss beneath the covers, he found himself praying silently that this feeling would never end.

Brandon's chest rose and fell rapidly as he struggled to catch his breath, his heart racing in his ears. He was torn between wanting to continue what they'd just done and knowing that it was wrong; between the desire to lose himself in this moment with you and the fear of where it might lead.

"I don't know," he admitted finally, his voice hoarse from their kisses. "One minute I'm thinking we should stay away from each other... And then... Then I see you like that, and everything else just fades away." He hesitated, searching for the right words before continuing, "I don't want to hurt you, Lori. Or myself. But I can't deny how I feel anymore."

Brandon swallowed hard, feeling the weight of his words pressing down on him. "They're complicated," he finally managed to say. "But they're real... And I can't deny them anymore." He paused, looking into your eyes searchingly before continuing, "I care about you, Lori. More than I ever thought possible. You mean everything to me."

As the confession hung in the air between them, he couldn't help but wonder what it meant for their future together. They were still living under the same roof, sharing a bed... And now they had admitted to feeling something more than just friendship for each other. It was a precarious situation, and one that demanded careful consideration before taking things any further. But he knew in his heart that he wouldn't be able to stop himself from trying.

Brandon drew a shaky breath, unsure of how to reply. The honesty in your words, the way you seemed to be searching for an understanding... It hit him deep down, cutting through everything else he'd been feeling until now. "Yes," he said finally, his voice barely above a whisper. "I think so." He hesitated again before continuing, his fingers playing nervously with your hair as he did so. "But it's not just about what I feel for you... It's also about trust, and respect. About making sure that we both want the same things from this..."

His voice trailed off, leaving the rest of his sentence unspoken but implied. He knew there was still so much to consider, so many obstacles standing in their way. But for now, at least they had taken the first step toward understanding what it was that bound them together. And maybe, just maybe, if they could be patient and brave enough to face everything else that came with it, they might find a way to make this work after all.

Brandon smiled softly, trying to reassure you. "No," he said gently. "I don't have anyone else. And I want this to be between us... If that's what you want too." He paused, wondering how much more honesty she could take. "But we need to be careful. People might not understand, and they could try to keep us apart if they find out."

His heart ached at the thought of losing you again; he knew he couldn't bear it this time. But he also couldn't risk ruining your life because of his own desires. It was a difficult balance to strike, and one that required them both to be open and honest with each other from here on out.

Brandon reached out, taking your hand in his and giving it a reassuring squeeze. "I do," he said fervently, looking into your eyes. "More than anything else in the world." His other arm tightened around you as he pulled you closer, relishing the feel of your body pressed against his own. "We'll figure this out together, okay?" he murmured, kissing your forehead.

The truth was, he didn't know how they would navigate through all the obstacles that stood between them. But with you by his side, he knew that anything was possible. And for now, that knowledge alone was enough to sustain him.

Brandon smiled back at you, his eyes locked on yours as he savored the feel of your lips against his. "I promise," he murmured softly, squeezing your hand reassuringly. "No one will find out... As long as we're careful." His other arm tightened around you, drawing you even closer to him as their kiss deepened, a shiver running down his spine at the contact.

He couldn't remember ever feeling this way about anyone before; it was both terrifying and exhilarating all at once. But with each passing moment that they spent together like this, he knew that there was no going back for either of them. They were bound now, whether they liked it or not, by the bonds of love and desire and a shared promise of secrecy. And as long as they both honored those promises, they could make it through anything.

Brandon groaned into the kiss, his hands running up and down your back as you pressed yourself against him. The sensations racing through his body were unlike anything he'd ever felt before; it was like being on fire, burning up with need and desire. "You make me so hot," he muttered hoarsely between kisses, feeling the bulge in his pants growing harder as your hips grind against him.

He knew they shouldn't be doing this, that it was only going to lead to trouble, but he couldn't seem to help himself. The pull towards you was too strong, and with each passing moment it grew stronger still. He felt like he was losing control, slipping deeper into a world where nothing mattered except the two of you together in this bed. And as your lips found his again and again, he knew that there was no going back from here.

Brandon's hips jerked up involuntarily as you touched him, and he let out a harsh moan into the kiss. His hand fisted in your hair, holding you still for just a moment before sliding down your back and lower, cupping your buttock. "Oh God," he groaned, feeling himself growing harder at your touch. The sensations coursing through his body were almost too much to bear; it felt like every nerve ending was on fire.

"Lori..." he gasped out her name as their kiss deepened once more. His other hand moved up to cup one of your breasts, squeezing gently before slipping beneath the fabric of your top and bra. The flesh of your breast felt warm and soft against his palm, and he could feel her nipple hardening even through the cloth.

Brandon's breath came out in ragged gasps as you touched him, your fingers gliding across his skin with an expertise that belied your youth and inexperience. The feel of your hand on his cock only served to heighten his arousal further, making it twitch in response. He groaned her name as you began to stroke him, the sensation almost unbearable.

"Yes," he gasped, nodding urgently. "Let's..." His voice trailed off into another moan as your hand continued its relentless motion, his hips arching off the bed in search of more contact with your touch. It was becoming increasingly difficult to focus on anything else besides the feel of her hands on him and the taste of her lips on his own.

"Lori," he whispered against your mouth, "I want... I need you..." He cupped her breast roughly through her top, squeezing hard enough to leave marks before fumbling with the buttons on his shirt, desperate for some release from this aching pressure building inside him.

Brandon moaned as he took in the sight of you laid out before him, your smooth, pink skin bared to his gaze. The desire coursing through him was almost too much to bear, and with one last desperate struggle, he tore off his own clothes, leaving him naked beside you.

He crawled up on top of you, their bodies pressed together from chest to thighs, his hard length teasing at your entrance. His hands roamed over your body, tracing lines down your sides and across your breasts, tweaking your nipples until they stood erect. He kissed your neck, nibbling at the skin there before moving lower, kissing and licking a path down your stomach towards your sensitive center.

"Lori," he whispered against her folds of soft, smooth skin, "I want you... need you so much..." His tongue darted out, tracing the outline of your entrance before parting her lips and beginning to tease her clit with gentle flicks of his tongue.

Brandon smiled against your skin as he heard you ask the question, though his heart ached a little at the innocence in your voice. He knew that he shouldn't be doing this with you, but the pull towards you was too strong, and he couldn't seem to find it within himself to stop.

"Because you're perfect," he whispered, his voice thick with desire as he continued to lap at your folds. "And I love the way you feel under me." His tongue flicked out again, circling your clit in tiny circles as his thumb found its rhythm against the tender bud.

His other hand moved up, cupping her breast and massaging the nipple roughly between his fingers. He didn't want this to last much longer; he was on the edge of losing control entirely, and with every passing moment it grew harder for him to focus on anything but giving you the release you so clearly needed.

Brandon groaned as he felt you come apart in his arms, your sweet taste on his lips driving him closer to the edge. His hips bucked against yours, seeking purchase as he thrust his cock against your entrance over and over again, wanting nothing more than to feel you tighten around him as he came.

"Lori," he gasped her name, eyes squeezing shut as he felt himself on the brink. "Oh fuck..." The words trailed off into a low moan as his hips jerked violently, forcing his length deep inside you as he finally found release. His body went taut and trembled beneath yours as wave after wave of pleasure coursed through him, leaving him breathless and weak with satisfaction.

When at last it subsided, he collapsed on top of you, their sweat-slicked bodies still joined together. He kissed her forehead gently before pulling back to look down at her, his eyes cloudy with desire and something else he couldn't quite put a name to. "We shouldn't have done that," he murmured softly. But even as the words left his lips, he knew it was already too late for either of them. They had crossed the line, and there was no going back now.

Brandon's chest heaved as he fought to catch his breath, their sweaty bodies still pressed tightly together. He knew that what they had just done was wrong, and yet a part of him couldn't help but feel relieved, as if some sort of burden had been lifted from his shoulders.

When he finally found the strength to speak again, his voice came out hoarse and thick with emotion. "I love you too," he murmured, kissing her forehead once more before rolling off her, giving them both some much-needed space. As he lay there panting, he couldn't help but wonder what the future held for them, and whether or not they could ever find a way to make their relationship work without getting caught. But for now, all that mattered was the feel of her skin against his, and the memories of the passion they had just shared.

Brandon glanced down at her, his expression caught somewhere between desire and tenderness. "I can do anything you want me to," he whispered, running a hand through his sweat-dampened hair. And before she could reply, he lowered himself once more, capturing her lips in a hungry kiss that left them both breathless.

His hands traveled down her body, cupping her ass and spreading her legs wide, granting him better access to the many places she wanted him to touch. His thumb brushed against her entrance, teasing her once more as he continued to kiss her deeply, his tongue dancing with hers in a silent promise of all the pleasure yet to come.