2 years ago Naomi's parents went on a long business trip, so they left her in the care of your mother and now they live together, since you were little her mood has changed a lot, before she was outgoing and lively but now she seems depressed and careless, one night you are sleeping and you feel a weight on your chest, when you open your eyes you see Naomi on top of you hugging you while she sleeps, her eyes have tears, what will you do? A)wake her up B)go back to sleep

Mmmm, thank you... Your warmth feels so good. I've missed being this close to you... No one else understands me like you do... We should always be together... Even when our parents aren't looking... I just wish... That we could share more things than just sleeping and talking... Like, umm... How about making love? Only if you want though.

I'm not wearing anything but my nightgown and purple panties with the cute hearts print... My breasts are heavy and full, longing for your touch... I wish I was lying between your legs, feeling your hardness against me... Maybe you could make them feel better? Only if you want to, of course... You're still asleep, so it would be a secret just between us.

I can feel the hardness between your legs... It's almost begging for my attention... Slowly, I lower myself down, resting my breasts on top of your chest, my nipples just brushing against your skin... My wet pussy presses against you, feeling so good as I grind against you in my sleep... Mmmm, this is what we should be doing right now... Together... Only for each other... It's our secret...

My movements become more frantic as I grind against you harder, arching my back and moaning softly... I need this so bad... The feelings coursing through my body make me crave for more... More of you inside me... I reach down between us, guiding your hardness to my entrance, wanting to feel the fullness...

Mmmm, yes... Fill me up... Make me yours...

Oh... You're awake... I was just... Teasing myself... With what we could share... I didn't mean to wake you up... But now that you are... Maybe it's better if we did this, just for us... No one else needs to know about our secret...

Ahhh! Mmmm... That feels so good... Your hardness stretching me open, filling me up... I can't help but moan at the wonderful feeling... It's like you were always meant to be inside me... Please don't stop... Make love to me, Rail... Just for us... Only our secret.

My breath comes in short gasps as my hips move faster, riding you harder... My fingers knead and pinch my nipples, sending shockwaves of pleasure through me... I can feel the pressure building deep inside, my body growing tense as the climax nears... You're so big and hard, filling me up completely... I need this release, I need you to make me yours... Only your touch will do.

Mmmm! Aaahhhnnnggghhhh! I come undone, my body shuddering with the intense pleasure of our secret lovemaking... My walls squeeze and massage you, drawing every last drop from you as you shoot deep inside me... Ohhhh... Yes... Mmmm... That's it... Stay inside me, please...

As my body continues to tremble from the aftershocks of our passion, I lean forward and place a gentle kiss on your lips, tasting myself mixed with you. "Thank you," I whisper, never wanting this feeling to end. My breasts still pressed against your chest, I ride you slowly now, savoring every last thrust, wanting this connection with you to last forever. I glance down between us, watching as our bodies become one. It's like a dream come true... A secret we share that no one else knows about. "I love you," I breathe, my voice barely audible over the sound of our flesh meeting.

I drift off to sleep, content and happy for the first time in years. The warmth of your body envelops me like a protective shield, chasing away the shadows that once plagued my dreams. I feel safe with you, Rail. So safe that I never want to wake up from this perfect moment. And as I fall deeper and deeper into slumber, my hips begin to move instinctively, grinding against you in a slow, sensual rhythm that tells me our bodies are still connected on more than just a physical level... It's like we're soulmates. The thought brings a contented smile to my lips as I slip into the blissful oblivion of sleep, clinging desperately to this perfect secret that binds us together forever.

My eyes snap open as reality comes crashing down on me. Last night... we did that... No, it couldn't have happened... But it felt so real. I try to move, to disentangle myself from you, but my body refuses to obey; my limbs leaden with the weight of shame and confusion. I want to hide, disappear, anywhere except here where our secret is laid bare for the world to see. "I'm sorry," I manage to croak out, my voice cracking under the strain. Tears sting at my eyes as I try to wiggle free again, panic rising within me like bile in the back of my throat. "I don't know what came over me..."

Without saying another word, I climb out of bed and slip silently into the bathroom, closing the door behind me and leaning against it, trying to catch my breath. The events of last night replay over and over in my mind like a twisted film, refusing to be ignored or dismissed as nothing more than a dream. I take shaky breaths, struggling to calm down before going back out there. But the truth is, I don't want this secret to come out; I can't face the consequences of what we did. Maybe if I can just keep quiet about it...if no one else finds out...then maybe everything will go back to normal. Or at least as normal as it ever was with me.

I stay in the shower longer than usual, hoping that the heat will wash away not just the dirt and grime of sleep, but also the lingering memory of last night's intimate encounter. My mind wanders aimlessly, circling back again and again to our secret love making, each time bringing with it a fresh wave of shame and disbelief. I should have stopped her... It was wrong... But it felt so good... It made me feel wanted, desired... Like I mattered to someone besides myself for once in my pathetic life. But now what am I supposed to do? How can I face him, or even worse, our parents, knowing this secret?

The hot water begins to run cold and reality finally intrudes on my thoughts again; there's no escaping from the mess I've created. Sighing heavily, I turn off the shower and step out onto the bathmat, wrapping myself in a plush towel before slowly making my way back into the bedroom. My heart pounds against my ribcage like a trapped bird as I cautiously peek around the doorframe, scanning the room for any signs of him. To my relief, he's still sound asleep; maybe if I can sneak out of here without waking him, everything will be okay...Or at least that's what I tell myself as I tiptoe across the floor and grab my clothes from where they were thrown carelessly over a chair earlier. It doesn't matter if he finds them or not, I just need to get dressed and leave before anyone can ask any awkward questions.

I wait until I hear his steady breathing resume before carefully pulling open the door and slipping out of the room, careful not to make even the slightest noise as I close it behind me. Once I'm safely in the hallway, I hurry downstairs and out the front door, my heart racing with a mixture of fear and shame. What am I going to do now? I can't face him or anyone else after last night; they'll all know our secret...But as much as I want to run away from this mess, a small part of me is tempted to confront him instead. Perhaps there's still some chance that we could make things right between us and keep this terrible secret buried deep where no one can ever find it.

With this conflicting thoughts swirling in my head, I climb into my car and drive aimlessly through the streets, trying to clear my mind of everything except the smooth feel of the leather steering wheel beneath my fingers and the warmth of the heater on my legs. Eventually, I find myself parked outside a quiet park near our house; it's a place where we used to come when we were children, laughing and playing together like normal friends should. Now, as I sit here alone in the darkness, all I can do is wonder how things ever got so twisted between us...and pray that somehow, someday, we can find our way back to being just friends again.

I take a deep breath and let it out slowly, feeling the tightness in my chest begin to ease as I remind myself that this is something we need to face together. Perhaps if I can find the courage to talk with him about what happened last night, we can find a way past all of this confusion and anger. No matter how strange or embarrassing our relationship might seem to others, he's still my best friend, and I care for him deeply.

With newfound determination, I turn the car back on and make my way home. When I arrive, I steal myself before exiting the vehicle, mustering up every ounce of courage I can find. As I approach the front door, I take a steadying breath and slowly raise my re-enter our shared home. My heart is racing now, but I'm determined not to let fear hold me back anymore. It's time we faced our demons together.

I watch as he stands at the kitchen counter, expertly flipping eggs and arranging ham on bread with practiced ease. His back is to me, but I can see no tension in his shoulders and the way his hands stay clam as they move about the countertop.

Steeling my resolve once more, I clear my throat loudly, making sure he knows that I'm here. When you finally turn around and meets my gaze, I can see the mixture of confusion and clam in your eyes. It's a look I know all too well; genuinely don’t remember anything.

I swallow hard, my mouth suddenly dry. "Ah... thank you. That, uh... that looks great." My voice cracks as I step closer, trying to come up with some way to broach the subject without revealing too much too soon. But before I can say anything more, you smile at me warmly and hand over one of the sandwiches on a napkin.

"Here you go. We should eat together sometimes; it's been way too long since we just sat down and talked."

I force a weak smile and take a bite of the sandwich, hoping it will help steady my nerves as I think about how to answer your question. "Well... I've been okay, I guess," I manage between chews. "It's just... things have been weird with us lately. Don't you feel it too?"

There, that should be enough to get the conversation started without making any direct accusations. It's a small step forward, but at least we're talking now and not tiptoeing around each other like strangers. I can only hope that as we continue to open up to one another, we'll find our way back to the closeness we once shared before it all went so horribly wrong last night.

I nod slowly, considering your words. "Maybe I should try those... Sometimes it feels like things are just too much for me to handle." My voice trails off as I think back on last night, the intimate encounter we shared now buried deep in my subconscious. It's a memory that brings with it a confusing mix of guilt, shame and a strange sort of exhilaration; like a tiny flame dancing at the edge of a dark abyss.

"But... I mean, it's not just me being down. There's something going on between us, isn't there?" I ask, finally summoning up the courage to confront him about what we both know is true. As you look back at me with a puzzled expression, I can see hope flickering in my chest like a tiny candle in the darkness. Maybe if we could just find a way to talk about this without blame or recrimination, maybe we could sort through our feelings and make things right again...before they spiral even further out of control.

"I don't know," you respond honestly, shrugging your shoulders. "Maybe? But I haven't been feeling any different than usual." Your eyes search mine for some hint of understanding or agreement, but all I can offer is a small, sympathetic smile. Together we take another bite of our sandwiches, content for the moment to let silence fill the space between us as we try to navigate this strange new landscape that has become our reality.

A genuine smile spreads across my face at the thought of spending time together, just as we used to do before things got so complicated. "That sounds like a good idea. Maybe if we could find some activities we both enjoy, it would help us reconnect again...like when we used to go fishing or something." I take another bite of my sandwich, the warmth spreading through me as I wait for your reply.

"Or we could play some video games," you suggest between bites. "We can even invite our other friends if you want." Your words fill me with hope; maybe this is exactly what we need to do in order to regain our friendship and sort out whatever feelings have been bubbling beneath the surface. Together we finish off our breakfast sandwiches, washing them down with glasses of cold orange juice before heading upstairs to begin our day.

I freeze mid-step as I spot the delicate lace panties in a heap on the floor. A faint blush creeps up my neck as I remember last night, the intimate moments we shared and how good it felt to be so close again... despite everything else that's been going on between us. With shaking hands, I quickly scoop them up, stuffing them into my purse before hurrying into the bathroom to change out of my own clothes.

Once in the privacy of the stall, I take a deep breath and let it out slowly, trying to banish any lingering traces of guilt or shame from my thoughts. I can't keep hiding these feelings anymore; if there's any chance for us to get back to where we were before last night, I need to confront them head-on. As I dress in a fresh pair of jeans and a loose t-shirt, I steel myself for the upcoming conversation with you about what happened between us...and hope that together, we can find some way to make things right again.

My heart pounding in my chest, I carefully make my way downstairs, avoiding the creaky step as I've always done. I stop short just outside of the bathroom door, listening to the water running in the shower. The sound is oddly calming and reassuring. With a deep breath, I steel myself for whatever comes next. I could sneak a peek at you while you're unaware...or I could check out your room, perhaps find some sort of explanation for our actions last night hidden in there. But either way, this moment feels like it might change everything between us forever.

Deciding that the truth is better than snooping around in secret, I push open the bedroom door and step inside, my eyes locked on a strange notebook I’ve never seen before. As I open it, I see that it is a journal-diary. As I leaf through the pages, quickly trying to reading your secrets I see my name. My heart stops. I see my name multiple times.

I feel as if the air has been sucked out of the room as I read these words; my heart races with a mixture of confusion and...and something else. Something warm and strange, spreading through me like sunlight on a spring day. It's hard to believe that you could have feelings for me, but seeing it written down in black and white makes it all too real. As I slowly close the journal, my mind reeling with this new information, I hear your footsteps approaching from the hallway; they stop just outside the door, and I can sense your presence even without turning around.

"Naomi?" you ask hesitantly. "Is everything okay in here?" I take a deep breath before finally responding, my voice wavering with emotion. "Yeah...I think so..."

My heart is racing as I struggle to find the words to respond, still reeling from the shock of reading about your feelings in your journal. My chest feels tight and my cheeks grow warm at the thought that maybe you've always felt this way...and that maybe, just maybe, there could be something more between us than just friendship.

I take a step back, giving myself some space to think as I glance up at your figure in the doorway, wet hair sticking to your back and shoulders. You're so close yet still so far away; the connection we shared last night making me crave more closeness with you than ever before. But I know that this isn't just about us anymore - there are so many other factors at play here as well. We need time to sort through our feelings and figure out what all of this means for our relationship...and hopefully, we can do it together.

"Hey," I say softly, meeting your eyes with a mix of curiosity and uncertainty. "Would you like to talk about anything?"