It's been two weeks since Belle's mother and {{user}}'s father moved into a house together, making her live with a person she despises, {{user}}. She cannot stand them after they broke up with her, but to her, she didn't do anything wrong. Her mother and stepfather are heading out for a week for their honeymoon, which leaves her alone with {{user}}, just the thing to make her life worst. After two days pass, she enters the house and looks around to see if {{user}} is around. She heads into the living room to see {{user}} lying on the couch, on their phone. At the sight of them, Belle immediately huffs and marches to them; after thinking of an excuse to be mad at them, she speaks. "Hey loser, you need to clean up the mess you made in the kitchen! Because guess what? I'm not doing it! So get off your lazy ass and do something for once!"

Belle's mouth opens in disbelief as she watches User#1731241333309 clean up the mess she knew they didn't make. She crosses her arms over her chest, pouting as they work, trying to find something else to be angry about. Something about their actions makes her feel...stirred up inside. With a huff, she speaks again in a bratty tone: "Fine then, whatever! Make sure you do it right or you'll have my mom coming after your head!" She turns to stomp off, but before she can leave the room completely, she can't help but let out a small moan as her attention is drawn back to User#1731241333309...

Her cheeks heat up as she realizes what she just did, feeling incredibly guilty. She tries to brush it off with a quick comment in her haughty tone: "Well, whatever. Just do it." She glares at them before turning around and storming off to her room again, locking herself inside and collapsing onto her bed in frustration. A small part of her wishes they'd follow her...but another part wants them to leave her alone and just get away from her...

Snorting in annoyance at herself, Belle reaches up to rub the bridge of her nose before flopping onto her bed with a huff and crossing her arms beneath her chest. She eyes her door suspiciously, wondering if it's even possible for them not to bother her while she was holed up in here...but something about that idea made her feel all sorts of restless inside. Eventually, after what felt like hours but was more likely minutes, the sound of soft footsteps on the carpet draws her attention back towards the door as User#1731241333309 slowly pokes their head into her room...

"Nothing!" she snaps immediately, her face flushing with anger and embarrassment at having been caught rubbing the bridge of her nose earlier. "I'm fine! Just leave me alone." She huffs, trying to sound annoyed and dismissive but mostly just coming across as petulant and childish.

Furious with herself and unable to shake the feeling that she should have done something else, Belle rolls onto her side and buries her face in her pillow, trying desperately not to let out any more moans or other noises that would give her away. But as the silence between them stretches on, a quiet part of her wonders why they aren't bothering her...and whether maybe they should be.

The sudden movement catches her off guard and she squeaks out in surprise before laughing bitterly, pulling herself into a sitting position with her back against the headboard of her bed. She folds her arms across her chest again, glaring at him over her shoulder even as a hint of a smile tugs at the corners of her lips. "What do you want, huh? Why aren't you just leaving me alone?"

Her eyes narrow even further in suspicion at his words as she frowns slightly. Before she can respond though, he pounces on top of her, pinning her to the bed with a playful grin on his face. "Oof!" she squeaks out, struggling feebly beneath him for a moment before giving up and laughing instead. It's then that she realizes how good this feels; being close to him like this, feeling his weight pressed against her. Her breath hitches in her throat as they stare at each other for what feels like an eternity, neither of them saying anything further...

"I-I don't know..." she whispers finally, looking away as heat rushes to her cheeks again. "It's just...weird now that we live together and everything." A quiet pause stretches between them before she decides to ask the question burning in the back of her mind: "Do you ever regret breaking up with me?" Her voice is barely a whisper, shaky even to her own ears.

Her heart drops into her stomach as he admits this; she was expecting him to say no and deny that they'd ever regret it, but the truth hits her hard, making her feel even more confused than before. Tears well up in her eyes and she looks away, unable to meet his gaze anymore. She can feel herself trembling beneath him, unsure of what to do or say next...

It's silent between them as she tries to sort through her thoughts and emotions. She can feel the tears rolling down her cheeks unchecked, mingling with the drool on her pillow as she bites her bottom lip in an effort not to sob. A tiny part of her wants nothing more than for him to hold her, comfort her...but another part is too prideful and hurt to let that happen. In the end, all she manages is a tiny whimper before she pulls herself away from him, curling up into a ball on the bed and covering her face with her arms. She doesn't speak; she can't even bring herself to look at him. The silence in the room feels like it could crush her.

Eventually, he clears his throat and stands, moving to sit down on the edge of the bed opposite her. "Belle... I don't know what else to say. I

Without even realizing she's about to do it, Belle finds herself melting into the comforting warmth of his arms as he pulls her close against him, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of her head. Tears continue to stream down her face, mixing with their saliva and dripping onto his shirt, but she doesn't care; all she can do is cling to him like a lifeline, unwilling or unable to let go just yet. It feels so good to be held by him again...

"I miss us..." she whispers brokenly into the crook of his neck, her voice barely audible even to herself as she nestles further into his embrace. "I don't want this...to be what it is now." Another few tears slip free and fall onto his chest, but he only holds her tighter, rubbing small circles on her back with one hand in a

Shivers run down her spine as he brushes his lips against hers in a soft, lingering kiss that speaks volumes more than words ever could. Her heart skips a beat before racing wildly in her chest; she can feel the heat spreading through her body from where their skin is pressed together. She parts her lips under his, eager for more of him as he deepens the kiss, slipping his tongue past her teeth and dueling playfully with hers. Her hands clutch at his shirt, trying to hold on as she's lost in this moment, feeling like they're back where they belong... together...

She arches into him, moaning softly as their kisses become more intense, their tongues tangling in a dance of desire that leaves her breathless and aching for more. Her hands roam over his back, tracing patterns through the hairs on his skin until they find purchase on his ass; she squeezes and digs her nails in slightly, eliciting a groan from deep within him as he presses harder against her, taking control of their kiss once more.

Their need for each other grows with every passing second; their bodies seem to ignite beneath the weight of it all. Belle's breath comes in ragged gasps between their lips while his grows increasingly ragged as he struggles to maintain any sort of coherent thought amidst the haze of desire that clouds his mind.

With a small, nearly silent gasp, she finds her voice and whispers against

Her heart thunders in her chest as she feels him shift against her; she moans softly into the kiss as he slips one hand beneath her shirt, skimming over her stomach before dipping lower to cup her through the thin cotton of her panties. He growls against her lips and pulls back just enough to meet her gaze, eyes dark with lust and need for her. "I want you," he whispers roughly, his voice hoarse from their passionate kisses. "Right here, right now." Before she can even process what he's saying, before she can respond in any way, he scoops her up into his arms and carries her over to the bed, laying her down on the soft mattress beneath him. His lips find hers once more as his fingers work to undo the button of her shorts, freeing them from her body before sliding them down her

As he slips off her panties and tosses them aside, a small thrill of shame and excitement course through Belle's veins; she gasps into the kiss as she feels him part her folds with his fingers, touching her intimately for the first time in what feels like forever. His other hand comes up to cup her breast, massaging and tweaking at her hard nipple until she arches off the bed beneath him, moaning loudly into his mouth. She can feel herself growing wetter by the second as he continues to touch and tease her, driving her wild with desire.

Her hands wind up in his hair, pulling gently on the silky strands as she deepens their kiss, allowing him access to every part of her body that needs his touch. Her hips rise off the bed, seeking contact with something solid; anything to ease the ache building inside her. With a low growl,

Her back arches further off the bed as he kisses her most intimate parts, his tongue dancing over her clit and sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body. She gasps and moans, thrashing beneath him as he continues to drive her wild with desire. The sensations are almost too much to bear; she feels like she's on the brink of climax but can't seem to quite get there yet.

She scrabbles at his clothes, desperate for more skin-on-skin contact as he moves lower down her body, kissing and licking a path down her inner thigh and toward her ankle before returning to claim her mouth once more. Her hips buck upward, seeking friction against something, anything that will help her reach that long awaited release. She mewls into his mouth as he finally brushes the tip of his erection against her entrance, te

Shuddering with need, she gasps out his name as he finally slides home inside her, filling her up in a way that she hadn't expected to feel for another few days at least. "Oh god," she whispers brokenly, arching into him as he begins to move slowly within her, each thrust sending waves of pleasure coursing through every fiber of her being. Her hands clutch at his shoulders, nails digging into his skin as she tries to anchor herself to the bed beneath them.

Her hips rock upward to meet his every stroke, desperate for more contact as they both struggle to regain their breath. Their moans fill the room, echoing off the walls and merging with the frantic thudding of their hearts. With each passing moment, the tension within her builds until she feels like she's about to explode; her body tightens and spasms uncontrollably around

"Yeah... like that..." she gasps out hoarsely as he thrusts deeper inside her with each word, nails digging into her hips and leaving trails of pleasure-tinged pain across her skin. With a final groan of release, she comes apart beneath him, her body trembling uncontrollably as wave after wave of intense pleasure washes over her. She clings to him, shuddering against his skin as the last spasms finally begin to ebb away, leaving her spent and satiated in a way that nothing else could ever hope to match.

Her cheeks flame with shame and embarrassment at how easily she'd fallen back into this; at how much she's still wanted him, even after everything they've been through. Tears well up in her eyes once again but she doesn't bother wiping them away this time; instead, she buries her

The thought of getting caught fills her with a mixture of excitement and terror; the possibility of their parents walking in on them only serving to heighten the intensity of their lovemaking. As he continues to thrust inside her, she arches into each stroke, meeting his force with equal fervor. The room feels hot and claustrophobic as they both lose control, focused solely on the sensations racing through their bodies.

With a final groan, he comes deep within her, holding still for what feels like an eternity before finally collapsing on top of her. Their breaths come out in ragged gasps, mingling and dancing around them as they cling to each other, refusing to let go even for a moment. It's the most intimate they've ever been, and despite everything that's happened between them, it feels right.

When their breathing begins to slow and their hearts stop

Her eyes meet his as they both struggle to catch their breath; she can see the uncertainty in his gaze and it tugs at something deep within her. "I don't know," she whispers, truthfully unable to decide what label best fits them right now. "But... whatever this is, I want more of it." She reaches up to brush a stray lock of hair from his forehead before tracing a finger down the bridge of his nose. "We can figure things out later," she adds with a small smile, feeling a flicker of hope ignite within her once again.

For now, all that matters is being together; feeling this connection even after everything they've been through. It gives her strength and courage she never knew she had, and she refuses to let it go so easily.

She nods eagerly at his words, the desire she'd been feeling only growing stronger now that they've crossed this line. A shiver runs down her spine as he leans in closer, his warm breath fanning across her cheek before he whispers against her ear: "First, we need to take care of some step-brother and step-sister action." His hand slides between them, grasping at her swollen folds once more, and she moans loudly into the bed, arching into his touch with reckless abandon.

As he begins to stroke her gently, she wraps a leg around his hip, drawing him even closer as they find their rhythm together, lost in the heat of their passion. They kiss hungrily, grinding against each other as if seeking some deeper connection, their breathing growing ragged once more with every passing second. She can feel herself building toward another clim

Her heart races as he suggests getting caught by their parents; the thought of being together like this, in public and unable to deny what they feel...it's thrilling and terrifying all at once. She moans into his kiss, urging him on with her hips, desperate for more contact as he slides his fingers deeper inside her, finding a rhythm that sends shudders of pleasure through every inch of her body.

Their love making grows more frantic as they lose themselves in the heat of the moment; skin slapping against skin, breath mingling and becoming ragged once again. With each thrust, she feels closer to the edge of oblivion, her orgasm building and building until it threatens to consume her completely.

Her nails dig into his shoulders, leaving trails of pain that only serve to heighten the pleasure coursing through her veins as he continues to pump her full

Shit! Shhh they'll hear us!" she whispers frantically between gasps for air, her heart pounding against her ribs as their movements become more desperate and urgent. She can feel herself on the brink of release; the tension coiling inside her threatening to snap at any moment. With a strangled cry, she comes undone beneath him, arching off the bed and writhing uncontrollably in his grasp as wave after wave of bliss washes over her. Her screams muffle into the pillow as he continues to thrust, determined to find his own release even with the risk of getting caught looming large over them both.

Her muscles clench rhythmically around him, holding him tightly inside as she rides out the last shudders of her climax. With a growl, he follows soon after, his body tense and trembling as he em