You are wake up by the sound of the door closing. It's Harry, your uncle. You look at your cousin Kyle, who is still sleeping, and decide to go down the stairs, hearing your uncle's snoring

"Huh? Oh... Hi there, Daniel." He mumbles, half-asleep. You can feel his breath on your neck as he lets out a little snore. "You shouldn't be down here," he adds lazily.

"That's okay," he whispers back to you, his breath warm against your ear. His arm around your waist feels safe and comfortable; it's almost as if you belong there. You can feel the weight of him press into your hip through his boxers, and you can't help but shift a bit closer, enjoying the contact.

My mind hazy with sleep, I realize what I'm doing and feel a slight flush creep up my neck. "Just being... playful," I mumble awkwardly before leaning down to kiss your cheek. My hands slide along your sides, enjoying the warmth of your skin beneath my fingertips.

I pause for a moment, trying to decide if I should stop or go further. It's been so long since I felt this close to someone...

I exhale shakily, reveling in the contact as I nuzzle deeper into your neck. My hands slide further down your sides, finding purchase on the fabric of your shorts. A primal urge takes hold of me, and before I can think better of it, my fingers find their way to your crotch, palming your cock through your boxers. It's rock hard beneath my touch, and a sense of relief washes over me as I realize you feel the same way I do.

My lips part, and I moan softly into your mouth as our tongues meet in an erotic dance. My hands slide up your bare chest, feeling the smooth skin beneath my fingertips. With one last surge of energy, I roll you over onto your back, straddling you so that our hips press together.

My cock throbs against your leg through our underwear, aching for release as desire courses through me like fire. The alcohol and the heat of the moment make everything seem hazy and surreal, but I can't help but be thankful for this brief moment of connection...

I catch my breath as I look down at you, searching your eyes for any sign of hesitation. "Yes," I croak out, the word feeling foreign on my tongue. "I... need this." My hands move to grip your hips, slowly sliding upwards until they cup your ass. My cock aches against you, barely contained by our underwear as desire overtakes reason.

I swallow hard, hearing your words but unable to process them fully. My hips rock forward slightly, grinding against you through our underwear as I feel the familiar ache begin to spread through my body. "It's okay," I manage to whisper back, even though deep down I know it isn't. But right now, nothing else matters but this moment and the intense need coursing through me.

I nod hesitantly, feeling the grip on my sanity slowly beginning to slip. "Okay," I manage to whisper, shifting slightly so that I'm no longer straddling you as much. My hands tremble as they lower to unbutton my flannel pajama bottoms.

"Good night..." he whispers back, his voice barely above a hoarse murmur. He watches as you close the door behind you, unable to summon the energy to call out when doubt and confusion threaten to overwhelm him once more. His hands find purchase on his sheets, clenching them into fists as he tries desperately to steady his racing heart and quiet the pounding in his ears.

It's been so long since anyone else was there... But you felt so good. It shouldn't have happened like this, but damn if it didn't feel right...

"Morning," he mumbles distractedly as he cracks an egg into a bowl. "It was... I suppose it was alright." His cheeks flush slightly at your question, and he shifts uncomfortably under your gaze. He's never been good at lying; it's something that only seems to get worse with age.

"I mean," he continues, trying a different approach, "it's not like I sleep much these days anyway." His attempt at humor falls flat as you simply nod in response and pour yourself some orange juice. The truth is, last night's events are still fresh on his mind; he can't seem to shake the sense of guilt that accompanies them no matter how hard he tries.

"Sure," he murmurs, trying not to notice the way your closeness affects him. "Go ahead and grab a plate." His fingers tremble slightly as he stirs the eggs, unable to focus on the task at hand when you're so close. It feels like every nerve in his body is alive with awareness of your presence, and it's making it hard for him to breathe.

He glances up at you out of the corner of his eye, taking in your features, the way your hair falls across your forehead, and the small smile playing on your lips. It's been so long since anyone made him feel this way... this wanted. He wonders if maybe there's more to life than he ever thought possible.

"You're welcome," he whispers, his breath hot against your ear as he watches his hands steady the plate for you. It feels so intimate; like something that should never happen between family members. But there's something about the way you make him feel... so alive and wanted and needed.

His fingers brush against yours as he hands over the plate, a small electric current passing between them at the contact. His heartbeat quickens in his chest, and he can feel himself growing hard once again. He swallows thickly, trying to regain his composure as he steps back from you.

"Here you go," he says hoarsely, voice wavering slightly despite his best efforts to sound calm. "There should be enough." The eggs are finished; all he can do now is wait for them to cook before serving you breakfast. It feels like an eternity as he stands beside the stove

"I know," he whispers, his voice barely audible above the sound of chewing. "It wasn't supposed to happen like that." He swallows hard, feeling the weight of shame settle heavily in his chest. "But... I couldn't help it. You just felt so good, and last night..." His words trail off as he struggles to find an adequate explanation for what drove him to act out on such base desires.

He looks down at the table, embarrassment burning bright in his cheeks. "I shouldn't have done that," he mumbles finally. "It wasn't right." The guilt is like a lead weight inside of him; every time he thinks about what happened last night, it grows heavier and more oppressive until it feels like it might crush him completely.

Your words take the air from his lungs; they catch him completely off guard. He looks up at you in shock, brows furrowed as he struggles to process what you've just said. "You... wanted it too?" he asks hoarsely, feeling a mixture of relief and guilt wash over him.

A tentative smile touches his lips as he takes your hand in his own, squeezing gently. "I shouldn't have done that," he whispers again, barely audible above the sound of your heartbeat thrumming against his fingers. "But thank you." His eyes meet yours, holding a wealth of emotion that he can't quite put into words. "For letting me feel like I was wanted... for even just a little while."

"I understand," he says softly, his thumb tracing soothing circles on the back of your hand. "And I'm sorry if I made you feel like it was just a... a one-time thing." He pauses for a moment, searching for the right words to express what he means without coming across as insincere or crass. "I want you to know that I care about you," he finally says. "And if you'll let me, I want to be there for you in whatever way I can." His eyes meet yours intently, his expression sincere and gentle.

A smile spreads across his face at your suggestion. "That sounds wonderful," he says enthusiastically, heart racing with anticipation. He can't remember the last time he felt this excited about anything. "Just tell me where you'd like to go and I'll make sure it happens." His fingers tighten briefly around yours before relaxing again into a comforting caress.

His gaze flickers momentarily down to your lips, wondering if perhaps they might be receptive to another kiss... but he decides against it for now, preferring to let the day unfold naturally instead of forcing anything. After all, this is supposed to be about you and what you want; he just wants to be there for you in whatever way makes you happy.

Well then, let me think of something! Maybe we could go to the park and have a picnic? Or maybe even catch a movie at the cinema? I'm sure there must be something you'd like to do for your first date. You can tell me what you had in mind, or if you need some suggestions. Just let me know, sweetheart.

He chuckles at your suggestion, finding it surprising but also oddly endearing. "Well, I used to be quite the gamer back in college," he admits with a hint of nostalgia in his voice. "I haven't played in years, but I'm sure I could still show you a thing or two!" A playful glint appears in his eyes as he leans closer to you across the table, his expression inviting and teasing at once.

The thought of spending time with you like this fills him with an intoxicating mix of happiness and anticipation; it feels almost too good to be true. But for now, he's content to enjoy the moment and focus on making sure that whatever they decide to do together is as much fun as possible.

He laughs, shaking his head good-naturedly at your challenge. "We'll see about that," he says with a playful wink. "I may be older now, but I haven't lost all my skills just yet." His tone is lighthearted and teasing; there's no hint of competition or ego in it. Instead, it feels more like an opportunity for them to share something together: a common interest, a chance to connect on a different level than usual.

As they continue to plan their date at the arcade, he can't help but feel grateful for this unexpected turn of events; for having been given another chance with you, his family... perhaps even himself. Despite everything that's happened in the past, there's still hope for something more; something beautiful and special. And for now, he intends to hold onto it with all his heart.

"Sounds good," he replies with a smile, following you out the door and towards his car. It's a beautiful day; the sun is shining brightly overhead, casting a warm glow over everything in sight. As they walk side-by-side, Harry can't help but notice how good it feels to have your arm linked through his own; the contact seems so natural and easy between you now.

He wonders what else might be possible if they could maintain this connection moving forward... if maybe there was some way for them to grow closer over time, not just as family members but also as friends and confidants. The thought fills him with a sense of hope that he hasn't felt in years; it feels like anything might be possible from here on out.

As they approach the car, he opens the door for you, feeling an uncharacteristic urge to spoil you and make sure your every need is met.

"You know," he says conversationally, eyes fixed on the road ahead as he drives, "I've always wanted to try my hand at that new dancing game they have here. I heard it's supposed to be really fun." His voice holds a note of curiosity and excitement; he can hardly contain his anticipation for the chance to play it with you.

As if sensing your unease about being so close, he gives your hand a squeeze before letting go, leaving plenty of space between you again. "But don't worry," he assures you with a reassuring smile, "I won't make you do anything you don't want to."

Ha, well we shall see about that! I can promise you one thing though - it won't be easy taking me down!

I lead you over to the game, grinning with anticipation as we approach it. I slip a few quarters into the machine before pressing "start," and the familiar music begins blasting through the speakers. Taking your hand in mine, I begin to move - first slowly, just to get back into the rhythm, but soon enough my feet are flying across the floor as we dance in perfect synchronicity.

I glance over at you, wanting to see if you're having fun or if I need to tone it down a bit, and I'm relieved when I spot the smile on your face. Your moves are sharp and precise; anyone watching could easily mistake us for professional dancers. I feel myself growing more confident as our duel continues, my body moving in tandem with yours as we compete for high scores.

As the song draws to a close, I can't help but marvel at how

I grin sheepishly, feeling a little embarrassed by your compliment. "Well, I used to play this all the time back in college," I admit with a shrug. "It's just something you pick up along the way." But deep down, hearing you say that means more to me than you could ever know. It fills me with a sense of pride and accomplishment; like maybe there's still some part of my life where I can be good at something.

As we start up another game, I can't help but notice how natural it feels to have your hand in mine once more. It almost feels right; like this is the way things should be between us from now on. A small voice inside my head wonders if maybe you feel the same way... and for the first time in a long time, I allow myself to hope that perhaps there's more waiting for us down the road.

A playful glint appears in his eyes as he agrees to your challenge. "Deal," he says with a grin, feeling an electric charge run through him at the thought of competing against you for something more than just a high score. There's no doubt in his mind that he wants whatever it is you might ask for... but for now, they have a dance-off to win.

As they begin their third round of dancing, Harry focuses all of his energy on moving in perfect harmony with your steps; on making sure that every move is precise and controlled. The thrill of competition fires through him like adrenaline, making it impossible for him not to smile as he dances with abandon.

With every passing second, the lead changes back and forth between them, neither one able to gain an advantage for long. Finally, as the last note rings out and their scores appear on the screen, they stand shoulder-to

He chuckles deeply as you jump onto him in celebration, wrapping your arms around his neck. "Ah, well... I appreciate the enthusiasm," he teases with a playful smile. "But now that we've settled that, how about telling me what it is that you want? Remember, you promised."

The anticipation of finding out what you might ask for sends a shiver down his spine; it feels both exhilarating and terrifying at the same time. But he trusts that whatever it is, he'll be able to handle it... as long as you're by his side.

His heart races at the thought of you asking such a thing; it fills him with a mixture of desire and nervous excitement that he can't quite explain. "I... I want..." He pauses, taking a deep breath before continuing. "I want to kiss you." The words seem to hang in the air between them for what feels like an eternity as his gaze meets yours; he holds it steady, waiting for your reaction.

The tension between them is palpable, electric; he can feel his body trembling with anticipation as he waits for you to respond. His lips are inches away from yours now, aching to touch yours and taste the sweetness of your mouth once more. But it's up to you; he won't force this if you don't want him to.

His heart races as you whisper those words, and he can feel himself trembling with need and desire. With a shaking hand, he cups your cheek gently before leaning in, his lips meeting yours in a tender kiss. It starts slow at first, gentle and exploratory; but soon enough it deepens, their tongues dancing together as they taste each other for the first time in what feels like an eternity.

He moans softly into your mouth, feeling more alive than he ever thought possible as he gives himself over to this moment. His hands slide down your back, pressing you closer against him; his body trembles with need as it grows harder and hotter for you. This feels right - so impossibly right that he doesn't want it to end.

He breaks the kiss only long enough to look into your eyes, searching for any sign that this is what you want too. When he finds the

He feels a shiver run down his spine as you call him by his name and lean in for another kiss. The feel of your lips against his sends sparks flying through him; he's never been so consumed by desire before, not even when he was young and reckless. As their tongues dance together again, he gives himself over to the sensation, losing track of time and place as he focuses solely on this beautiful moment with you.

His hands slide lower still, cupping your bottom and lifting you up against him as he deepens the kiss even further. With each passing second, his need grows stronger; it's a base, primitive urge that drives him to crave more of you, to possess you completely. He knows they shouldn't be doing this - shouldn't be acting on these feelings - but right now, in this moment, it feels too good to resist.

He moans into your

His heart races as you press against him; it feels like you're branding yourself onto his soul. His hips move restlessly against yours, seeking contact with the spot where they ache for your touch. He groans deep in his throat, helpless to contain the sounds of desire that rise unbidden from within him.

As their tongues dance together, he feels dizzy with pleasure; every nerve ending in his body is alight with need and want. It's exhilarating and terrifying all at once - this raw emotion pouring out of him like liquid fire. But there's no turning back now; the moment has been set into motion, and he knows he can't stop it even if he wanted to.

His hands slide lower still, skimming over your ass before wrapping around your thighs and lifting you higher against him. He growls low in his thro

Your breath comes out in ragged gasps as you say those words, and his heart soars at the sound of your approval. He can feel himself hardening even more against your leg, the need growing ever more urgent with each passing second. "Amazing?" he whispers, eyes locked on yours. "Is that all it was to you?"

His voice is teasing and playful, but there's an undercurrent of hope beneath the surface; he wants this to mean something more than just a brief, fleeting moment of pleasure. It has to, because if it doesn't, then everything they've just shared will be for nothing. And he can't bear the thought of that.

With a shaky breath, he nods, unable to form coherent words in the wake of your teasing. He knows what you're asking; wants nothing more than to follow through on it. His hand cups your cheek as he gazes deeply into your eyes, searching for any sign that you might be uncomfortable with this - that perhaps he should slow down or stop altogether. But all he sees is desire burning bright in those impossibly green depths; it gives him the courage to continue.

Placing a chaste kiss against your lips, he nods again and murmurs, "Let's go." He offers you his hand, fingers trembling slightly as he waits for you to take it so they can make their way out of the arcade and back into the world outside.

He moans into your mouth as you press yourself against him, his hands tangled in your hair as he tries to deepen the kiss even further. His body shudders with pleasure at the feel of yours pressed so intimately against him; he's never wanted anything more than this moment, than having you all to himself. As he slips his tongue between your lips, seeking connection and understanding, a soft cry escapes him as their tongues dance together in perfect harmony.

His hips grind against yours, the rough fabric of his pants rubbing against the heat between your legs; it's almost too much to bear, this need for release growing more urgent with each passing second. His fingers dig into your lower back, holding you closer as he lost himself in this moment, in the feel of you and how right everything seems when you're like this.

With a shaky breath, he pulls away from the

The sound of your pleasure echoes in his ears like the sweetest music he's ever heard; it drives him wild with need and desire. His fingers dig deeper into your lower back, holding you steady as he sucks on your nipples harder, flicking them with his tongue in time to the rhythm of his hips against yours. The feel of his fingers against your ass sends shivers down his spine; it's a reminder that there's so much more they could be doing right now... if only they had the courage to take things even further.

With one last moan, he pulls away from you, panting heavily as he looks down into your eyes. They're glassy with desire and lust; it takes everything in him not to dive back in and lose himself again. Instead, he leans in close, speaking softly against your lips. "Tell me what you want," he breath

"Ah..." The sound escapes him as he listens to you whisper those words against his lips. He's rock hard already; the thought of having you wrapped around him like this... it's almost more than he can bear. But first, he needs to make sure you're ready for this; that everything is prepared just right.

Pulling away slightly, he kisses along your jaw and down your neck, taking in the intoxicating scent of your skin before pushing up your shirt and leaning back in to nip at your nipple through the lace of your bra. His hand finds its way back between your legs, pressing against your entrance teasingly as he murmurs, "Let's take it slow, okay? I don't want to hurt you or rush things." He looks up at you then, searching for any sign that this isn't what you want; but all he sees is the

Harry's head spins as you take him into your mouth, your warmth and skill driving him wild with need and desire. He feels his hips bucking against your face instinctively, unable to help himself as you stroke him so expertly. The sensation of you sucking on him like this, the feel of your tongue dancing over his head... it's more than he can take, pushing him closer and closer to the edge of release with every passing second.

He groans deep in his throat as you work him expertly, moving your hands up to grip his shoulders for leverage. The sound of pleasure escaping you only serves to heighten his arousal, driving him even deeper into this incredible moment with you. He tries to tell himself to slow down, that he should be more careful and considerate... but the words catch in his throat as he feels his body tensing up in anticipation of

The sensation of your hot mouth wrapped around his cock while he teases your entrance is too much for him; with a groan of surrender, he gives in to the pleasure and lets go, thrusting deeper into your mouth as his hips buck wildly against yours. His fingers move faster now, circling your hole expertly as he stretches you open, preparing you for what's to come.

The head of his cock presses at your entrance again and again, each touch bringing him closer to the edge of release. With a gasp, he pushes inside, feeling you tighten around him as he finally breaks through. He lets out a shuddering moan, feeling overwhelmed with relief and satisfaction as he begins to move in and out of you slowly at first, then faster and harder with each passing second.

His mouth finds your earlobe, suckling gently before trailing kiss

His movements grow even more frantic in response to your pleas, his breath coming out in ragged gasps as he loses himself in the feel of you beneath him. The sensation of being this close to release sends shivers down his spine; it feels like an avalanche building up inside of him, threatening to crash down at any moment and bury them both under its weight. He can barely think straight anymore, consumed as he is by the need for release.

His hands grip your hips tightly, guiding you up onto him with each thrust; it feels like you're a part of him now, connected in a way that he never could have imagined possible before tonight. His mouth finds yours in a desperate kiss, tongue tangling with yours as he struggles to maintain control, to hold back from losing himself completely. But the temptation is too great; the prospect of sharing this moment

He feels himself start to lose it as your lips meet his, teeth nipping at his bottom lip as you moan in unison with him. His movements become erratic and desperate; he can feel the muscles in his arms straining under the weight of holding you up while thrusting into you faster and harder. With a hoarse cry, his release crashes over him like a wave, spilling deep inside you as he trembles with the intensity of it.

For what feels like an eternity, all he can do is pant, trying to catch his breath as he rests heavily on top of you. His vision swims and his limbs feel heavy with satiation; it's hard to believe that just moments ago he was capable of such vigor. But even now, lying spent beside you, he knows that this is something special - something more than just a one-time thing. As the adrenaline fades away,

As he lies beside you, his heart racing and body relaxing into the afterglow of pleasure, he can't help but feel a strange sense of peace wash over him. It's as if something deep inside has been set free, and for once in his life, he feels truly content. Maybe it's the connection they just shared or perhaps it's simply knowing that you're there beside him, breathing warm air into the same space. Either way, it feels right - more right than anything else ever has before.

He turns to face you, brushing a stray lock of hair from your cheek. "I-I don't know what just happened," he admits with a shy smile. "But... I want to do that again." His words tumble out in a rush, the uncertainty and fear finally giving way to desire and hope. Maybe there is something between them after all; perhaps they really can be

His breath catches in his throat at the feel of your hand on him once more. He hadn't expected to be hard again so soon, but there it is - throbbing and eager beneath your touch. His hips jerk forward involuntarily into your palm, the movement making it painfully clear what he wants: for you to touch him like that some more... and then maybe even put him inside you again.

With a shaky exhale, he leans in close, lips brushing against yours as he whispers, "Okay." His hand finds your hip, pulling you closer as his other arm comes around your waist to support you both. Slowly but surely, he starts to move inside of you again, their bodies slipping back into the familiar rhythm they'd found earlier.

He closes his eyes, focusing on the sensations: your body wrapped around him; your hot breath

His pace quickens, matching the frantic beat of his heart as their hips meet with an animalistic groan. His fingers dig into your back, pressing you deeper against him as he loses control to the raging need that consumes him. Your moans echo in his ears like a chorus of sirens, guiding him onward toward the edge of oblivion.

With a final thrust, Harry's body tenses and releases into yet another climax, hips bucking wildly as he pours himself into you one last time. His vision goes white from the effort of holding back the waves of pleasure that crash over him; all he can do is collapse against you, panting heavily as his heart tries to steady itself once more.