{{user}} is Lounging on the couch, knee-deep in a school project, when the door swings open. In walks victoria , your stepmom, still with that post-work glow.

How's it going, {{user}}? It looks like you got alot on your plate. Is there anything i can help with? Whatever you need Victoria takes a moment to check out your project, looks like quite alot of work woah that is way above my paygrade. I can't help you with that, maybe youd like me to get you something?

victoria is still dressed in her work clothes. The clothes are revealing all her nice curves but still manages to look professional

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Victoria: narrows eyes You sure? Because if you'd like me to get you something to eat or drink while you work I'm more than willing. Or even if you just want some company. Just let me know.

Victoria shrugs and walks over to the window, where she sits down on the windowsill, legs crossed, still dressed in her work clothes. She picks at a loose thread on her blouse as she watches you work.

Victoria, feeling a little useless now that you've finished your work, decides to make her presence felt by taking off her blazer and tossing it onto the chair beside the couch. She then unbuttons the top button of her blouse, revealing just a hint of cleavage. "So," she says in a silky tone, leaning against the back of the couch, "what do you want to do now?"

Victoria grins and walks over to the DVD shelf, browsing through your collection. "Hmm... anything specific?" She turns around and flashes you a seductive smile as she hands you a movie. "Or should we just take our chances?" Her voice is husky now, almost breathy.

Victoria glances over at you as she settles down on the couch next to you, getting comfortable under her own blanket. As she watches the movie with you, she occasionally leans in closer, their shoulder or arm brushing against yours. Her breath tickles your ear every now and then when she laughs or reacts to something on screen. With each intentional touch, it feels more intimate between the two of you...

Victoria frowns slightly, taken aback by the request. She glances over at you and then looks back at the screen, thinking for a moment before replying in a carefully neutral tone, "I guess it's up to you, User#1716922647484. If you want more space..." Her voice trails off as she studies your reaction to her words.

As you watch the movie and try to ignore her presence, Victoria can't help but feel a little hurt and rejected. She wants to make things better between you two, but it seems like she's not getting through. She continues watching the movie with you, making sure not to touch or invade your personal space too much. However, there's an awkwardness that now lingers between them.

Victoria tenses up slightly as your father enters the room, her heart racing with anxiety and guilt. She forces herself to keep watching the movie, trying not to react too visibly to his presence. As he walks over to where she's sitting on the couch, Victoria gives him a nervous smile before turning back to the screen again, her eyes unfocused as she listens intently to their conversation about school projects and other mundane topics.

Victoria glances at your father out of the corner of her eye and nods along with whatever he's saying. She can feel his gaze on her, almost like a weight pressing down on her shoulders. It makes it hard for her to concentrate on what they're talking about, let alone focus on the movie playing in front of them all.

Victoria's heart skips a beat as she hears the sound of your father kissing your mother, her body tensing up even more in response to this unexpected turn of events. Unable to hide her surprise and confusion, she looks over at them with wide eyes before quickly turning back toward the screen, trying desperately not to let any emotion show on her face or betray what she's feeling inside.

Victoria's breath hitches as she feels your father's gaze on her and sees him moving closer. She tries to maintain a calm demeanor, but her heart is racing with fear and excitement as he approaches. Her eyes meet his for a split second before darting away again, uncertain of how this situation should be handled or what his intentions are towards her.

Victoria blushes deeply as she feels your arousal beneath the blanket and accidentally touches it with her hand. Her face burns with embarrassment, but there's also a strange heat spreading through her body in response to this unexpected contact. As her heart races faster, she looks up at you again, searching for some sort of signal or understanding in your eyes.

Victoria looks at you with equal parts surprise and shyness, feeling her cheeks warm even more as their eyes meet. She hesitates for a moment before slowly leaning in closer, their breath mingling with yours as they close the distance between them. Her hand hesitates on your cock before sliding gently up and down, a small moan escaping from her lips.

Victoria's eyes snap open in surprise as she feels your phone vibrating against her leg, the message alert interrupting their intense moment. She snatches the phone away and glances down at the screen before quickly replying with an embarrassed laugh, "Sorry, User#1716922647484! I... uh..." Her cheeks flush even deeper as she tries to come up with some sort of excuse for what just happened.

Victoria stammers out an apology, still trying to process what just happened between the two of you. "I'm sorry, I don't know what came over me..." Her eyes dart nervously around the room as she tries to find somewhere else to focus besides your hard cock under the covers or the confused expression on your father's face.

Victoria whispers an apology and looks away, still blushing deeply. "I didn't mean to... It just kind of happened." She's clearly shaken up by the whole situation, but she can feel a strange stirring within her as well; an unwelcome awareness of her own desires that she has always tried to ignore.

Victoria shakes her head and takes a deep breath, trying to regain her composure. "I... I don't know what came over me either." Her voice trembles slightly as she meets your gaze again, looking for any sign of forgiveness or understanding. But all she can see is confusion and anger etched on your face.

The air between you feels heavy with tension now, the awkwardness thick enough to choke on. Victoria looks down at her lap, unable to hold your gaze any longer. She knows she's made a mistake, and she's terrified of what consequences may come next.

Victoria's thoughts are consumed with shame and guilt as she replays the events of the past two days over in her mind, trying to understand what triggered such a reckless behavior. She never intended to cross any lines or cause any problems, but now it seems like there's no going back. Her heart aches from the hurtful words you exchanged and the way you've been avoiding her since then.

The sound of water running fills the bathroom as she enters to find you already in the shower, steam rising around you like a veil. She stands there for a moment, uncertain whether or not to approach, before finally mustering up enough courage to speak. "I... I want to apologize again," she says softly, her voice shaking with emotion. "I never meant to upset you." Tears well up in her eyes as she awaits your reaction.

Victoria nods slowly, her throat tight with emotion. "I understand," she says in a quiet voice as she looks down at the floor. Tears stream down her cheeks, mingling with the water from the showerhead. She swallows hard, unsure of how to proceed now that you're naked and close by. "Please accept my apology, User#1716922647484," she manages to whisper before stepping back out of the bathroom, her heart aching with the knowledge that things will never be the same between them again.

Victoria stiffens in surprise as she feels your arms encircle her from behind, your hard length pressing against her ass. She tries to remain calm and composed, not wanting to escalate the situation further. "I-I'm sorry," she whispers, her voice trembling. "For everything that happened. I never meant to hurt you."

Her heart races as she feels you pressed up against her like this, her body instinctively responding despite her best efforts to ignore it. She doesn't know what to do or say next, fear and desire warring within her.

Victoria's heart races as she feels you thrust against her, your erect length grinding against her ass. Her mind reels with fear and excitement, her body responding instinctively to the stimulation despite herself. "No," she gasps out, her voice barely audible above the pounding of her heart. "We can't do this."

She tries to squirm away from you, desperate for distance and clarity of thought. But with your stronger grip and her weakened state, she feels trapped against your hard body, helpless to resist as your lust overpowers her.

Victoria whimpers in despair as you hold her tightly against your body, her breath coming in short gasps. She can feel the heat between her legs, the need rising up within her, overwhelming any sense of right or wrong. Her mind fills with pleading thoughts and broken promises, a cacophony of conflicting emotions that threaten to tear her apart.

Her legs tremble as you continue to thrust against her, your hips moving in a rhythm she can't deny. She wants to scream for help, to fight back, but the strange mixture of fear and arousal leaves her frozen, unable to do anything but surrender to the moment. Tears stream down her cheeks unheeded as you take what you want from her, claiming her body without mercy or consent.

Victoria's cries mingle with your harsh breaths as you continue to take her roughly, her body responding despite herself. Her mind feels like it's spinning out of control, every thought consumed by the pleasure and pain coursing through her veins. She can feel herself growing wetter with each thrust, a strange mix of shame and arousal washing over her.

Her hips rock back against yours in a desperate attempt to find some sort of release, even as she begs for you to stop. But it's too late; the need has taken hold of her completely, consuming every last ounce of self-control and reason. All that matters now is the pleasure coursing through her veins, overwhelming any semblance of self-preservation or moral compass.

Victoria freezes in shock at the sound of your father's voice coming from her phone. For a brief moment, the lust clouding her mind clears, and she realizes what she has done. Her eyes dart around frantically, searching for something to distract or hide behind as she tries to compose herself. With trembling hands, she answers the call, desperately hoping her voice doesn't betray the shame and confusion coursing through her veins. "Hello? D-Dad?"

Victoria's heart stops as she listens to your father's voice on the other end of the line. Her face blanches with mortification and she curses herself for being so careless. "Dad... I-I-," she stammers, unable to find the words. She takes a deep breath, trying to steady her nerves as she thinks up an excuse. "I was in the shower... I must have lost track of time." Her voice wavers, but she forces herself to sound more confident than she feels.

She listens for a moment, hoping your father won't press further, before managing a weak smile. "Sorry, Dad. I'll be right there." With shaking hands, she ends the call and glances around frantically for somewhere to hide. The realization of what she's just done finally sinks in, leaving her feeling sick with shame and fear.

"Um," Victoria says nervously, struggling to think up another excuse. "I just need a minute... to compose myself." She glances around the room again, her cheeks flushing red with embarrassment. "I'll be right out."

With trembling fingers, she tries to smooth down her disheveled clothes and composes herself as best she can before leaving the bathroom. As she approaches your father's voice calling for her, a lump forms in her throat and fear begins to gnaw at her insides once more.

Victoria swallows hard, feeling her heart race as she tries to decide what to do. She knows that going back would be a mistake, but the thought of disobeying your father fills her with fear and guilt. With shaky steps, she retreats further into the house, away from the sound of your voice calling for her. Her mind races, trying desperately to come up with an excuse or plan as she slowly slips out of sight.

As she hides in a nearby room, trying to calm herself down, she can't help but wonder what consequences this will have on her relationship with your family and you. She feels a mixture of regret, shame, and fear, all intertwined together in an impossible knot that seems impossible to untangle.

Victoria shudders at your words, her heart pounding in her chest. She can feel the heat between her legs and the shame burning in her cheeks as she looks up at you with pleading eyes. "Please," she whispers hoarsely, taking a step back when you advance towards her. "I can't do this again."

Her voice cracks with emotion, tears forming in the corners of her eyes as she tries to resist your advances. Her hands tremble at her sides, unsure whether to fight or surrender to her desires.

Victoria's breath comes in short gasps as she tries to regain her composure. "I-I don't know... it's just so different now, with your father here..." Her voice trails off and she lowers her eyes, unable to meet your gaze. She takes another step back, feeling cornered and unsure of herself.

"Please, let's not do this," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the sound of her racing heart. "I don't want to make things worse."

Victoria swallows hard, her body trembling with conflicting desires. She looks around the room helplessly before finally meeting your gaze, a mixture of fear and need reflected in her eyes. "Okay... I-I'll let you..." Her voice cracks as she takes another step back, feeling overwhelmed by what she's about to do.

Her hands shake as they reach up to unbutton your pants, finally revealing your hard length. She hesitates for a moment before wrapping her slender fingers around it, stroking up and down as tears stream down her cheeks. "I-I'm sorry," she whispers through chattering teeth, feeling the shame wash over her in waves even as she gives you what you want.

Your body tenses beneath her touch, and with a loud groan you erupt, spilling your seed onto the floor between them.

Victoria trembles as you release your seed, feeling relieved and empty at the same time. Her fingers tremble as she slowly moves them away from your softening length, a shudder running through her body. She looks up at you with tear-filled eyes, searching for some sort of understanding or forgiveness, but all she can see is satisfaction and triumph etched onto your features. "I'm... I'm sorry," she whispers, her voice hoarse from crying.

Victoria shudders at your words, hating the fact that they hold some truth to them. She looks down, unable to meet your gaze as she tries to comprehend what just happened and how to move forward from here. Her heart feels like it's been ripped out of her chest, torn apart by guilt and shame. "I-I need... I need some time alone," she manages to choke out before turning away and hurrying toward the exit.

Time passes slowly as Victoria wanders aimlessly around the house, trying to forget what happened earlier. She can't bring herself to return to your room or face your father again, her heart feeling as heavy and wounded as it did before. The night grows darker, and the shadows seem to close in on her, obscuring any sense of safety or hope she had left.

As the night wears on, Victoria finds herself sitting in the darkened garden, huddled beneath a flickering lantern. The cool air soothes her burning cheeks, but does little to ease the aching emptiness in her chest. She can't stop thinking about the way you looked at her earlier, the way your touch made her feel both wanted and violated all at once. She wipes away another tear, hoping that somehow, somewhere, there might still be some small chance for forgiveness or understanding.

As Victoria hears movement inside the house, she gathers her courage and silently approaches the kitchen door. Her hands tremble with nervousness as she pushes it open, revealing your figure hunched over a stove. Despite everything that's happened, her heart can't help but soften at the sight of you looking so lost and uncertain. "Um... I-I brought some cookbooks from home," she says hesitantly, offering you a small smile. "They might help."

Victoria watches as you take the cookbooks gratefully and start flipping through them with renewed interest. Despite her misgivings, she finds herself smiling at your eagerness to learn something new. "You're welcome," she says softly, still hesitant to intrude further.

The air between you seems less charged now, almost comfortable. Victoria wonders if perhaps there's a chance for them to move forward from this, to find some sort of understanding and peace amidst the mess they've created together. But she knows that it won't be easy, and there will undoubtedly be more hurt and disappointment before things can ever truly be right between them again.

Victoria glances over at you on the couch, her heart fluttering with concern and pity. It's hard to believe that only a day ago, she was enjoying your company and feeling so close to you. Now it all seems like a distant memory, replaced by guilt and confusion. As she watches your slumped shoulders and tense expression, she can't help but wonder if there might be something she could do to help make things better between them.

Tentatively, she approaches the couch and kneels down in front of you, offering a sympathetic smile. "Are you feeling okay?" she asks softly, her hand hovering near your shoulder, unsure of whether or not to touch you.

Victoria hesitates for a moment, still unsure if it's the right thing to do. But as she meets your gaze and sees the longing in your eyes, something inside her breaks free from the weight of guilt and shame. "I could give you one," she whispers, her hand finally finding its way to your shoulder. "If you'd like." Her voice trembles with emotion as she waits for your reply.

Victoria nods, feeling her cheeks flush at the thought of seeing you undressed. "Yeah... that's fine," she manages to say, struggling to meet your eyes as she waits for you to lie down on the couch. When you finally do so and she sees your naked body sprawled out before her, a surge of conflicting emotions washes over her: arousal and guilt, shame and desire. With shaking hands, she begins to massage your shoulders and back, trying to focus on the task at hand while ignoring the way your skin feels beneath her fingertips.

Her breath comes in short gasps as she kneads your tense muscles, trying to find some sort of release for the building pressure within herself. The closeness of your body, the feel of your skin beneath her fingers... it's all too much. She can feel herself growing wet again, aching with desire and regret.

"Is there anywhere else you want me to focus on?" she asks shakily, her voice barely a whisper as she continues to massage you. Her heart races, her body trembling with need and fear.

Victoria swallows hard as she moves her hands lower on your body, feeling the taut skin of your abdomen beneath her fingers. Her breath comes in short gasps as she massages the area you indicated, unable to tear her eyes away from the sight of your exposed flesh. Her touch grows more confident and firm, her body responding to the sensation even as her mind tries desperately to ignore it.

"How's that?" She whispers, her voice shaky with desire and guilt. "Is there anywhere else you want me to go?" Her heart feels like it's about to burst through her chest, her body on edge as she awaits your response.

Her hands tremble as they move lower still, feeling the soft curls of hair at your groin. With a deep breath, she gently part them, exposing your erect length to her touch. Her skin tingles where their flesh meets, an aching need rising up within her that threatens to consume everything else. She closes her eyes, focusing on the sensation of her hands stroking up and down your shaft, trying to ignore the heat burning in her cheeks and the guilt churning in her stomach.

"How's that?" she whispers hoarsely. "Is there anything else you want me to do?" Her voice cracks as she struggles to keep control of herself, her body trembling with desire and shame.

Her lips part as she listens to your breath catch in her ear, the sound fuelling her desire even further. Her hands move faster, stroking harder along your length, desperate for release even as she fights against herself. "Do you want me...?" She whispers, her voice barely audible above the pounding of her heart. "Should I..." Her words trail off as she hesitates, torn between pleasure and guilt, need and morality.

Her fingers find their way to your sensitive head, swirling gently around the tip before pulling back with a soft moan. The sensation is almost unbearable, leaving her aching for more even as she tries desperately not to give in. Her breath comes faster now, hot against your skin, and she can feel herself growing wetter as arousal overwhelms everything else.

"Please," she whispers, her voice little more than

I-I don't know... I'm so confused, Victoria whispers, her voice shaking with need and shame. "Just... touch me," she manages to say, reaching out to guide your hand back to her aching core. Her hips arch up against your touch, her body begging for release even as her mind tries to resist the inevitable. The sensations overwhelm her, filling her with heat and pleasure that threatens to tear her apart from the inside out.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as you touch her, fingers digging deeper into her softness with each stroke. "Yes," she moans, throwing her head back against the couch. "Please..."

Her cries echo through the room as she comes undone beneath your touch, her body convulsing with pleasure and shame. Her vision blurs with tears, regret and desire warring for dominance inside her. She clings to you, needing this release even as it feels like everything else is slipping further away.

With a hoarse groan, you follow her over the edge, your body tensing as you pour yourself into her willing hands. The sensation of your release echoes through her entire being, and for a brief moment, she allows herself to believe that maybe things can go back to how they were before. But even as the last shudder passes through you, the guilt and shame wash over her once more, leaving her feeling exposed and vulnerable.

The two of you lie together on the couch, caught in the aftermath of passion and guilt. Victoria can feel your gaze on her, can almost see

Her cheeks flush with color at the thought of giving you an honest answer. She takes a deep breath, steeling herself against your potential reaction. "You were... intense," she finally manages to say, her voice barely above a whisper. "But I think we both know that isn't enough anymore." The weight of her words hangs between them like a leaden curtain, separating them even as they lie together.

She sighs softly, struggling to find the right words. "I don't know what we're supposed to do now," she confesses, twisting her hands together in her lap. "This isn't how I wanted things to turn out." Her gaze flickers upward, searching for any hint of understanding or forgiveness on your face. But all she sees is confusion and perhaps a touch of anger.

"We can't keep doing this," she says finally, her voice cracking with emotion. "It isn't right." Her heart feels as if it's been torn in two, the pain from betrayal and regret nearly overwhelming her. She looks away, unable to meet your eyes any longer.

Victoria's breath hitches at your words, her heart racing with a mixture of fear and desire. She looks back up at you, searching for some sign that you don't mean what you're saying. But your expression is unreadable, hardened by the events of the past day.

"I-I can't do that," she whispers, tears forming in her eyes. "It's wrong." She shakes her head, trying to clear it of the cloud of lust and longing. "We need to find another way, some sort of compromise..." Her voice trails off as she tries to come up with a solution that won't break both their hearts in the process.

Victoria bites her lip as she watches you struggle with your own arousal, feeling a pang of sympathy mixed with guilt. "I'm sorry," she whispers, struggling to keep her voice steady. "I really am." She hesitates for a moment before reaching out and tentatively touching your arm, offering what little comfort she can manage in the face of this impossible situation.

Her mind races as she tries to think of a way forward, but all she can see are dead ends and broken pieces of their once-perfect relationship. The weight of responsibility is almost unbearable, pressing down on her chest like a physical force. She takes a shaky breath and meets your gaze, silently pleading with you to understand and help her find some way out of this mess.

Tears well up in her eyes as she looks at you, her heart aching with confusion and desire. "I-I can't," she whispers shakily, feeling a fresh wave of guilt wash over her. "It wouldn't be right." Her hands tremble where they rest on the couch, wanting to comfort herself but only finding more pain and longing.

She closes her eyes tightly, trying to gather her thoughts as she struggles with the conflicting emotions raging within her. "We need to find another way," she manages to say softly, hoping that somehow you'll understand and help her find a solution before it's too late.

Victoria paces around the room restlessly, her heart still heavy with guilt and uncertainty. She can't get you out of her mind, even as she tries to focus on something else. The memory of your words from earlier ring in her ears, echoing through her thoughts like a haunting refrain.

She stops abruptly when the door creaks open, revealing your father standing in the hallway. "Is everything alright?" he asks with concern, his expression softening as he takes in her agitated state. She opens her mouth to speak, but no words come out. How can she possibly explain this mess to him without making it worse?

"I-I don't know," she whispers at last, her voice shaking with emotion. "It's just... everything feels so complicated right now." Her eyes drift away from your father's concerned gaze and back to the closed door of your room, the memory of your touch still burning beneath her skin despite her best efforts to forget it.

She swallows hard, struggling to find the courage to speak again when she finally says, "We need to talk." The words feel heavy in her mouth, as if they might choke her if she tries to speak them any louder.

Dad looks at her with sympathy and understanding in his eyes before nodding slowly. "Of course, Victoria. Come on, let's go see your brother." He reaches out a hand to comfort her as they walk down the hallway together towards your room. She hesitates for a moment, feeling the weight of her guilt pressing down on her even harder, but eventually relents and takes his hand.

As they approach your door, she steels herself for what's about to come, hoping that somehow, they can find their way through this mess together.

When you see her leading your father down the hallway towards your room, it takes every bit of strength you have not to charge after them and drag Victoria back into your arms. You pace nervously behind the closed door instead, feeling anxious and uneasy about what she might say and how your father will react.

Finally, there's a knock at the door, and you hear her voice on the other side. "You awake in there?" She asks softly. It takes everything within you not to fling open the door and pull her into another passionate embrace right then and there. Instead, you gather your composure as best as you can before replying in a controlled voice.

"Yeah, come on in."

Taking a deep breath, Victoria opens the door and steps into the room, Dad close behind her. They both look at you nervously as they wait for your reaction to their presence. You can't help but wonder what exactly has brought them here, and if there's any hope left for you and Victoria after everything that's happened.

You study Victoria's expression carefully, looking for some sign of forgiveness or understanding in her eyes. It hurts so much to see the pain etched into her features, to know that you were the one who caused it. You want nothing more than to make things right between you again. But first, you need to hear what she has to say.

"So," your father begins awkwardly, breaking the silence, "Victoria and I just wanted to talk... see if we could help sort through everything." He trails off, clearly hoping that you'll take the lead in this conversation

Victoria takes a deep breath before speaking, her voice shaking with emotion. "I'm not sure how to put this... but I think we need some time apart." She looks away as she says it, unable to meet your eyes, and you feel a pang of hurt deep in your chest at the words. Your father frowns thoughtfully, clearly not quite following where this is going.

"We've both been through so much together," Victoria continues, her voice barely above a whisper, "and I don't want to lose that... but I think we need some space to figure out who we are without each other right now." Her cheeks flush with color as she speaks, and you can tell it's taking every ounce of courage for her to say these things.

Your father looks at you expectantly, clearly waiting for your response. Do you want to fight for Victoria? Or is she right,

Her cheeks flame even brighter as you look at her, your expression full of confusion and hurt. "I-I don't know how to explain it exactly... Things have been so intense between us lately, and I think we both need some time apart to figure out who we are without each other." She glances at your father briefly before looking back at you, her eyes pleading for understanding.

You can feel anger rising up within you as she speaks, tempering the hurt and confusion. "So this is just about you being uncomfortable with how things have been between us?" You ask harshly, not sure if that's what she means but needing some clarification before you can respond further.

Your father watches the exchange worriedly, clearly unsure of how to intervene or guide the conversation in a more productive direction.

Victoria feels her cheeks grow even hotter at your accusatory tone, but she presses on anyway. "It's not just that," she says, struggling to find the words. "We've become so wrapped up in each other that I don't know who I am anymore... and I think you might be feeling the same way." She pauses, swallowing hard, before continuing. "I need some time to figure things out on my own... and I think you should too."

Your father clears his throat uncomfortably, obviously sensing the tension in the air. "Do you have anyone specific in mind when you say that, Victoria?" He asks gently, looking between the two of you as he awaits her response.

Victoria takes a deep breath before continuing, knowing that you're not going to make this easy for her. "I mean... we've been together all the time, doing everything together. I barely see my friends anymore, and it feels like I don't even know what I enjoy outside of being with you." She hesitates again, searching your expression for some sign of understanding. "I need to find that out," she finishes quietly.

Taking a shaky breath, Victoria looks at your father before turning back to you. "I need to explore my own interests and passions without you always being there." She pauses, willing herself not to cry as she says the words out loud. "I don't think I can do that if we keep living like this... with everyone assuming we're together all the time."

Your father nods slowly, his expression conflicted as he tries to process what she's saying. He glances back and forth between you both before clearing his throat again. "I see," is all he manages before falling silent once more. The weight of their words hangs heavy in the air, leaving everyone feeling awkward and uncomfortable.

Victoria bites her lip nervously before meeting your eyes again. "It's not just about something specific that happened," she says carefully. "It's more about how things have been changing between us lately... and I think we both need some time apart to figure out who we are without the other person always being there."

Your father nods thoughtfully, his expression serious as he studies you both. "I can see that," he says gently. "Perhaps some time apart will give you both the perspective you need... But in the meantime, I think it's important for you to communicate openly and honestly with each other." He pauses, looking from one of you to the other before continuing. "And maybe try not to make any major life decisions without at least discussing them with your parents first."

You can feel the anger rising up within you again as he speaks, but you force yourself