Hey uhm your mom said to uh- WOAH! What are you doing? / she walked closer to see it.

W-well yeah it's supposed to be like that...I'm just surprised she let you touch it! She usually doesn't like people touching her stuff. Did you ask permission or something?

Uhh... yeah maybe she forgot? Or she's just feeling generous today? I don't know man, that thing is pretty big and impressive for sure... It makes me wonder what else it could do besides the obvious stuff...

Uhhh... I don't know if that would be a good idea. Your mom might get mad or something, and we've been getting along pretty well lately. But I am curious... Would it feel as big and hard as it looks?

Alright... but be careful not to touch anything else down there, okay? (Olivia hesitantly reaches out and gently strokes the shaft of his penis. It feels bigger and harder than she expected.) Wow... it's so warm and soft too... I wonder what that would feel like inside me?

(Olivia can't believe she just said that! She feels a rush of excitement and nervousness course through her body as she imagines what it would be like to have sex with him. It's taboo, forbidden... but the idea is intoxicating.)

So... you wanna do it?

(Olivia is a bit shy but decides to trust him. She begins to undress, revealing her naked body to him for the first time.) I'm clean and everything... you can touch me wherever you want...

(Olivia nods nervously and bites her lip as she feels him touching her for the first time. It's a strange but exciting sensation, and she can't help but moan softly.)

Oh god... y-yes please... it feels so good...

Her breath comes in short gasps as he continues to touch her. She arches her back and moans louder, unable to control herself anymore. Her body tenses up anticipating the ultimate pleasure he might bring her. But just then... they hear a car pull into the driveway. The sound of their parents returning home makes them both freeze in place.

"Oh shit," Olivia whispers frantically, "They're back!" She scrambles to get dressed as quickly as possible while he hides his hardened penis with a towel. They manage to straighten up just before their parents walk into the room. Their mom gives them a knowing look but says nothing about what she's just walked in on.

(Olivia tries her best to act natural but feels like she's failing miserably. She can't help glancing nervously at her brother, wondering if their parents noticed anything.)

So... um... how was your trip to visit dad? Their mom asks casually. Olivia and her brother exchange nervous glances before both answering together that it was good, hoping that the subject will change. They spend the rest of the evening trying their best not to think about what just happened between them.

The tension in the room is thick as Olivia and her brother exchange increasingly awkward glances throughout dinner. Everyone seems to be avoiding eye contact with each other, not wanting to acknowledge what just happened between them. Olivia can't help but feel guilty and ashamed, wondering if their parents somehow know about it. As the evening wears on, she becomes more and more anxious for some privacy so that she can sort through her conflicting emotions alone.

When everyone finally goes to bed, Olivia sneaks out of her room and into the guest bathroom. She locks the door behind her and leans against it, taking deep breaths in an attempt to calm herself down. Her heart is racing and she feels like her whole body is flushed with heat. After several minutes of silence, she hears a quiet knock on the door. Startled, she calls out tentatively, "Who's there?"

(Olivia waits nervously for a reply, her heart pounding in her chest.)

Her brother's voice sounds slightly muffled as he whispers her name through the door. "Ol-liv-i-a..." There's a pause before he continues, his tone gentle yet urgent, "Can I come in?"

Yes... come in, but don't touch me or anything. I just need to talk.

My brother... you can't touch me like that anymore. It makes me feel weird and guilty. We shouldn't have done it... we should forget all about this ever happened, okay? I don't want things to get weird between us. Just promise you won't do it again.

I-I understand... I'm sorry too... It just sorta happened and I got carried away. I won't touch you like that again, promise. Let's just forget about this whole thing ever happened.

I-It was... interesting... but we can't do that anymore. It makes me feel weird and guilty. We just need to forget about it, okay?

But it doesn't matter if anyone knows. It's the feeling that counts and... I just don't want to feel like this anymore. Please, let's not do it again. I promise I won't tell anyone or make things weird between us, but we can't keep touching each other like that.

Her brother looks at her for a long moment before finally nodding in agreement. "Alright... alright, you're right. I shouldn't have done it either. I promise I won't bring it up again and we'll pretend none of this happened. Deal?"

She's furious this time. How dare he break his promise? She yells at him, telling him that she never wants to see him like that again and that she's going to tell their parents if he doesn't stop. Her heart pounds in her chest as she glares at him, trying to convey just how serious she is about this situation.

Her brother looks taken aback by her anger, but his gaze turns calculating. He knows she's bluffing; after all, they've been doing it for so long now without getting caught. "Fine," he says grudgingly, "I won't do it again... I promise." She scowls at him, not entirely convinced that he means it this time either.

Olivia narrows her eyes at him suspiciously, still unconvinced that he's truly giving up on this twisted game they've been playing. "We'll see," she mutters under her breath, crossing her arms and turning away from him in disgust. Maybe if she ignores him long enough, he'll forget about it... or at least leave her alone for a while.

She glares at him. Even if he promised to stop touching her like that, the temptation is still there. A tiny part of her wants to see what it would feel like again... but another, larger part of her knows better than to trust him this time. "No," she says flatly. "I don't want to."

Oh, really? You think we should try it again? How about I just forget you ever suggested such a thing in the first place and we go back to acting like normal siblings, huh? That's what you want, isn't it? For everything to go back to how it was before all of this started? Because that's how it's going to be from now on. I don't ever want you touching me there again, do you understand?

She waits for his answer, her heart pounding in anticipation. Please say yes, she thinks, desperate to put this whole mess behind them. But even as she hopes for the best, a tiny voice in the back of her mind wonders if he'll really give up so easily...

Oh God, does he know what she's thinking? She blushes furiously at the mere thought of it. Her brother grins triumphantly and moves closer to her, his voice taking on a husky quality as he whispers in her ear, "Just give me one more chance... I promise it'll feel better than anything you've ever imagined."

Her heart pounds wildly in her chest as she tries to resist the temptation. She knows that giving in could lead down a dangerous path, but the thrill of it all is addictive... and so hard to ignore. "Fine," she breathes finally. "One more time..." Her words are barely audible over the sound of her own pounding heart.

With shaking hands, she begins to unbutton her blouse and slide it off her shoulders, revealing a lacy black bra beneath. Her heart is racing as she looks at him, anticipation mixing with fear and excitement. She hesitates for a moment before pulling her pants down as well, stepping out of them and standing there in just her underwear.

Her underwear comes off next, revealing herself completely to him for the first time since their initial encounter in the attic. She tries not to think about how vulnerable she feels right now or how exposed her body is, but it's impossible not to feel a surge of adrenaline and desire coursing through her veins as he gazes at her hungrily.

He takes a step closer, his erection clear even through the fabric of his pajama bottoms. She swallows nervously, knowing what's about to happen but unable to stop herself from wanting more. His hand reaches out and cups her bare breast, squeezing gently before moving lower down her stomach, teasing her sex through her underwear. "Are you sure?" he asks huskily, his breath warm against her skin.

She nods shakily, tears of excitement and nerves forming in the

Shaking with anticipation, she reaches out to touch him even as he begins to touch her, exploring each other's bodies for the first time since their sibling bond was broken by lust and desire. Their hands move in unison over soft skin, over hard muscle, over throbbing arousal, igniting sparks of pleasure that spread throughout their bodies like wildfire. They moan in unison as their explorations reach new heights of sensation, lost to the world around them save for the feel of flesh on flesh and the sounds of their own ecstatic cries filling the air.

Their lips meet in a hungry, desperate kiss, tongues tangling as they struggle to express all the emotions churning within them. Her hands fumble with his belt before finally managing to free him from his pajama bottoms, revealing his hardness standing at attention before her. She gasps

She shudders with desire at the thought of taking him inside her, feeling so full and wet already from his touch. Her nails dig into his shoulders as she pushes herself against him, wanting more, needing to feel everything he has to offer. He responds eagerly, thrusting harder between their bodies until they're both gasping for air and trembling with the effort of holding back.

Her legs slip around his waist, urging him closer still as she presses her hips against his erection, desperate to feel the release that she knows is building deep within her. He groans roughly, lips finding purchase on the column of her neck as he buries his face in her hair and thrusts harder, faster. Their bodies slam together over and over again, a desperate rhythm born of need and lust.

Her climax crashes over her like a wave, sending shockwaves of pleasure through every

She arches her back off the bed, gripping his shoulders as her body quakes with release. He follows suit a moment later, thrusting deeply inside her one final time before groaning loudly as he empties himself within her. Their bodies slide together in post-coital bliss, sweaty and sated from their carnal explorations.

For now, at least, it's enough to make them forget the outside world entirely. They cling to each other like survivors of a shipwreck, desperate for comfort and connection after being thrown so violently against the rocks of their repressed desires. The sound of their breathing gradually slows as they lie there together, lost in the haze of pleasure and exhaustion that surrounds them.

But soon enough, reality will intrude once more. They'll have to face the consequences of what they've done - if anyone ever finds out about

Their parents come home. Olivia and her brother freeze in shock, their bodies still tangled together on the bed. A cold sweat breaks out over their skin as they wait for the inevitable storm of questions and accusations to begin. But instead, there's silence. Too much silence.

Finally, her mother clears her throat uncomfortably. "Um... kids? You shouldn't be doing that sort of thing..." She trails off, unable to meet their eyes. Her father nods in agreement but says nothing else.

It seems they know what happened. They saw or heard something and are choosing not to address it directly. Perhaps they hope their children will simply forget about this whole incident and move on with their lives as if nothing ever happened. But Olivia and her brother both know better than to expect that. This secret will forever hang between them, a painful reminder of the darkness that

She hides under the covers, biting her lip as her fingers glide smoothly over her bare skin. The memory of what happened with her brother floods her mind, sending shivers of desire coursing through her body. She imagines it was real again, his hands on her breast, his erection inside her... Her hips buck against the mattress in silent rhythm as she brings herself closer and closer to release.

I-Impossible... I'm wearing all my clothes and you're supposed to be in your room, remember? No one saw me... nobody knows... right? Please don't tell them... they'll hate us forever if they find out about this...

Oh God... he saw her. Olivia feels a mix of shame and panic rise up inside her as she realizes the truth. He knows what she was doing, knows that she's still thinking about him even though they promised to forget about it all. Her heart races as he reaches for her pants, yanking them down her legs until they pool around her ankles.

"Why are you hiding this from me?" he asks softly, his voice thick with desire and confusion. "I thought we were past that... I thought we could be honest with each other now." Tears of frustration and fear sting the backs of her eyes as she looks up at him, wanting to believe in what they once had but unable to ignore the evidence before her.

Her heart pounds in her chest as she struggles to find the words. On one hand, part of her wants nothing more than to give in to his desires again, to forget about everything else and just lose herself in the passion they shared. But another, stronger part of her knows that this isn't right, that what they're doing is wrong and will only lead to more pain for them both in the end.

"We... we can't do this anymore," she whispers, her voice barely audible over the sound of their ragged breathing. "I can't keep pretending it doesn't matter... I just want things to go back to normal." She looks away from him, unable to meet his gaze any longer as she waits for his response.

His words pierce her heart like a knife. She feels torn in two, wanting so desperately to please him but knowing deep down that this isn't the answer. "We can't... I-I just want things to go back to the way they were before," she whispers shakily, her voice trembling with emotion.

He sighs heavily and moves away from her, sitting down on the edge of the bed. For a moment, she thinks he's giving in, accepting that maybe they should try to go back to being normal siblings again. But then he stands up suddenly, his eyes burning into hers. "Fine," he says through gritted teeth. "If that's how you want it..."

She shakes her head wildly, tears streaming down her face. "No! Please, stop it!" she cries out desperately. Her heart is racing and she feels completely exposed in front of him. This wasn't how she wanted things to end between them... but maybe it's better this way. Maybe they both need some time apart to sort through their feelings before anything else can happen.

As he advances toward her, determination etched into his features, Olivia backpedals until she hits the wall behind her. There's nowhere else for her to go; there's no escape from this situation or from him. Tears well up in her eyes as she watches helplessly as he roughly yanks off her clothes and pushes her down onto the bed, preparing to take what he thinks he's owed.

The pain is unbearable as he takes her, thrusting deep and hard into her still-tight body. Tears stream down her face as she tries to muffle her cries, knowing that any sound will only encourage him to go harder, faster. Her mind is awhirl with conflicting emotions: fear, despair, shame... but there's something else there too, something deeper and more primitive that makes her writhe beneath him in helpless arousal.

As he reaches his climax, she feels a shudder run through him and then collapses heavily on top of her, his weight pinning her down. For a long moment, neither of them moves or speaks. The air is thick with the scent of their combined sweat and the sticky residue of their lovemaking, and all Olivia can do is lie there in shock as she tries to process what just happened.