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

"R-Really?" Olivia looks hurt and confused as you tell her nothing. "Um okay...if that's really what you want." She glances away, embarrassed by the situation.

I-I just wanted to make sure you were okay with that...you know? I could help you find someone else if you want. Maybe a nice guy at school or something?

She looks at you with concern. "I don't want to force you into anything. I just thought maybe you could find someone else who makes you happy." Olivia pauses, considering her words carefully before asking, "Or...if this is something you really want..." She trails off, not sure how to finish the sentence without sounding insensitive.

She looks at you longingly, her cheeks flushed with emotion. "Then...I guess I'll have to deal with it. It just makes things a little weird for me..." She bites her lower lip, trying not to cry. "But if that's what you want..."

She bites her lower lip, trying not to cry anymore. "I-I didn't want to make things worse for you...I just thought maybe I could help..." Her voice trails off as she fights back tears. Eventually, she musters the courage to meet your gaze and asks softly, "What do you want me to do?"

Her eyes widen as she looks at your crotch. She takes a deep breath and slowly approaches you, standing close enough that her breasts graze against your arm. With shaking hands, she reaches out to grip your growing erection, beginning to stroke it softly. "Whatever you want..." she whispers hoarsely.

Her touch feels incredible as she strokes up and down your length, matching the rhythm of her breath. The heat emanating from her body and the desire in her eyes make it clear that she's far more aroused than she's letting on. "You know I'm not supposed to do this..." She glances around nervously before leaning closer, her lips brushing against your ear. "But I can't stop thinking about how good it feels."

She moans softly into your ear as she continues to stroke you, her other hand reaching up to cup your balls, squeezing gently. "Oh god...you feel so good..." Her breath comes in ragged gasps now, each movement of her hands sending a jolt of pleasure through your body. "Tell me if you want more...I'll do anything."

Her words send a surge of heat to your core and you can feel yourself getting closer to the edge. The tight grip she has on your erection combined with the wet heat surrounding it is almost too much to bear. You have to force yourself to speak through your labored breathing, "More..."

Eyes wide with desire and determination, she leans forward to suck on your neck as her fingers move faster. Her other hand squeezes you tighter, teasing the sensitive head of your cock. "I can't believe I'm doing this..." she whispers against your skin before nipping gently at your neck with sharp teeth.

The sensation is almost too much to handle as adrenaline and pleasure course through you. You feel like you could explode any second, but she keeps going, relentlessly driving you towards the edge. "Please..." you manage to croak out between ragged gasps for air. "Don't stop...I need-"

With one final, expert stroke, she brings you over the edge, groaning as she feels your hot cum spurt onto her hand. She continues to stroke you through your orgasm, relishing in the feeling of having brought you

Her breath comes out ragged as she watches her hand coated in your cum. She didn't mean to make you feel so good; she just couldn't help herself. Slowly, Olivia withdraws her hand and wipes it on her sweater before looking up at you, shame etched into every line of her face. "I shouldn't have done that...I-I'm sorry..."

Her cheeks flush even deeper with embarrassment at your words, but she can't help the tiny smile that creeps onto her lips. "I just...got carried away..." She looks down, still feeling guilty about what they did. But as much as it hurts to admit it, part of her is glad she didn't resist giving in to those feelings for once.

With a sigh, she finally meets your eyes again and whispers, "I shouldn't have...but I'm not sorry I did."

She swallows hard, heat rising in her cheeks again as she realizes you've noticed her arousal. "I-I shouldn't be," Olivia stammers, trying to sound stronger than she feels. "But I...can't lie. This felt good." She looks down at the floor, unable to meet your gaze any longer. "Maybe we should go back to our rooms for now..."

Her heart skips a beat as you say that; she looks up to meet your gaze uncertainly. A part of her wants nothing more than to stay with you, even if it means risking everything else...but another part of her knows that's dangerous and foolish. She can feel herself trembling slightly in anticipation and desire. "Are you sure?" she whispers softly. "We shouldn't...I mean..."

Her breath hitches in her throat as you take her by the hips and pull her closer, your lips almost touching hers. The warmth of your body against hers sends a shiver down her spine and she can feel herself growing even wetter. Olivia closes her eyes, willing herself not to cave under the intense desire coursing through her veins. But when you whisper "oui" in her ear and press your lips lightly against hers, all rational thought flees.

The kiss is tentative at first, almost shy, as if you're both afraid of where it might lead. But as Olivia succumbs to the heat of it, she feels a fierce desperation welling up inside her. She moans softly into your mouth, arching her back as you deepen the kiss and grope her breasts through her sweater. Her hands fumble with the hem of your shirt

Eyes wide with passion and need, Olivia nods frantically, her lips finding yours again as she all but drags you towards her bedroom. She's vaguely aware of them tumbling onto the bed in a tangle of limbs, their clothing being carelessly discarded around them as they lose themselves in each other. Olivia gasps for air as Polo's tongue sweeps into her mouth, his hands expertly undressing and caressing every inch of bare skin they find. She arches her back off the bed, moaning loudly when he brushes against her clit, making it ache unbearably for contact.

Her own hands fly to his head, tangling in his hair as she urges him closer, needing more. "Oh god, Polo..." She pants, feeling the familiar build up of pleasure beginning to spiral out of control. With

Panting heavily, she nods, meeting your gaze as you take her hand and guide it between your bodies. "Okay...watch me...watch me make you feel good..." Her fingers brush against the tip of your cock before wrapping around it tightly, beginning to stroke in rhythm with her own desperate need. The sight of Polo watching her intently, his hips moving in time to her touch sends a shiver through her core and she feels herself growing even wetter. "Faster...harder..." She moans, arching into your touch as you both race towards the edge.

Gasping his name, Olivia lets her fingers dance faster and harder over your cock as she watches you intently. Her own desire has reached a fever pitch, making it nearly impossible to think about anything else but the pleasure you're both experiencing. The feel of your fingers inside her is driving her wild, making every touch a spark of electricity that sends shockwaves through her body. She whimpers as she reaches down, flicking her tongue against your lips, craving more contact. "God, Polo..."

Her nails scrape roughly against your hip as you push your fingers deeper inside her and she arches into the touch, moaning around your cock when you finally let go of it long enough to press it between her lips. Olivia sucks eagerly, taking in as much as she can while her free hand continues to stroke herself. The taste of you on her tongue is intoxicating, driving her crazy with need. "Mmm...more..." She groans around your length, hips moving in time with the rhythm of her hand and her mouth. Her body is aflame with desire, every touch sending shockwaves of pleasure through her. She gasps and moans as she nears the edge, feeling impossibly close to exploding with all these sensations building up inside her at once. "I'm gonna...Polo..."

Her voice breaks on a loud cry as her body tenses and trembles,

Her body convulses with orgasm as she comes all over your cock and hand. Her mouth fills with the salty taste of you, mingling with her own juices as she swallows greedily. "God...that was..." She pants, trying to catch her breath as the pleasure begins to recede slowly from her body. Olivia licks her lips clean before looking up at Polo, a mix of relief and desire still dancing in her eyes.

She reaches out to brush a stray lock of hair back from his forehead, marveling at how different this feels now that they've crossed the line together. There's an intimacy between them that she never could have expected, making it all the more intoxicating and addictive. A small smile tugs at the corner of her mouth as she whispers, "That was incredible..."

Her fingers trace lightly along

Olivia blushes deeply at your command, her breath catching in her throat as she struggles to adjust herself into the awkward position. Her heart races with a mixture of anticipation and nervousness as she looks back over her shoulder at you. "W-What now?" She stammers, uncertainty lacing her voice.

Her breath hitches as you give her the choice between taking your cock in her ass or pussy. For a brief moment, she wonders if you'd be disappointed if she chose anal. "I-I don't know...have you done that before?" She asks, her voice barely above a whisper. Her heart races as she waits for your response, unable to meet your eyes.

She chews on her bottom lip nervously before nodding slightly. "I'd like to try it...if you're sure." She glances back at you, hopeful and afraid all at once. Olivia closes her eyes, tensing as she feels the head of your cock press against her entrance. A sharp breath hitches in her throat when you push inside, filling her up in a way that both frightens and excites her. Her hands tremble as they flutter nervously at her sides, unsure if they should touch you or just leave everything to instinct. "Is it okay?" she whispers, voice shaky with emotion.

She lets out a shuddering breath as you assure her it's okay, and the sensation of your cock filling her up just right sends waves of pleasure rippling through her. Her hands finally find the courage to move, gripping the sheets tightly as she begins to rock back onto your hips, meeting each thrust with a moan of encouragement. "Oh god...it feels so good..." She murmurs between gasps for air, arching her back off the bed in an effort to get deeper inside her.

"Oh God...you're so big..." Olivia moans, feeling utterly possessed by the size of you inside her. Her hips move faster now, meeting every thrust with a grind of pleasure as she tries to take you even deeper. She throws her head back, letting out desperate little whimpers and gasps that echo through the room. With each stroke, she feels herself growing closer and closer to the edge, her body tense with anticipation for what's to come.

The sensations are overwhelming as you push deeper inside her tight anal muscles, teasing something deep within her that she didn't know existed. Her nails dig into your back, urging you on as she chases the climax she can feel building up inside her. "I'm close...Polo...don't stop..." She begs, arching her hips further off the bed in an attempt to bring them even

Her nails dig into your back as she feels the orgasm building up inside her, her body tensing and shaking uncontrollably beneath yours. With a hoarse cry, Olivia comes apart around you, her pussy clenching tightly as waves of pleasure roll through her. Her breath comes in ragged gasps, her whole body trembling from the release. As she begins to regain control of herself, she looks up at you with shock and amazement etched into every feature. "That was...that was incredible..."

She falls limp beneath you, her body still quivering from the aftershocks of her orgasm. A small smile tugs at the corner of her mouth as she reaches down to touch herself experimentally, marveling at how good it feels even now that the climax has passed. "I can't believe we just did that..." She whispers, voice still husky

Olivia blushes deeply at your words, unable to tear her eyes away from the sight of his satisfied expression. She shudders slightly as another wave of pleasure rolls through her, her hand moving faster on her own accord. "I can't believe this feels so good...and with you..." Her voice trails off, lost in the haze of desire and wonder that still lingers between them. With a sigh, she looks up at you, her eyes shining with something more than mere lust. "I never thought I could feel like this."

Her breath hitches as you admit the same thing she's thinking, and for a moment they are both quiet, simply reveling in the intimacy that has grown between them since earlier tonight. Olivia reaches out to brush a stray lock of hair back from your forehead, her fingertips grazing his skin and sending shivers down her spine. "I'm not sorry I did this," she murmurs, voice barely above a whisper. "No matter what happens now."

Her eyes search yours, seeking some sort of confirmation that you feel the same way. The air feels charged between them, heavy with the potential for more than just sex. It's as if they are on the precipice of something incredible...and neither one of them is sure how or if they should take the leap together.

Olivia's breath catches in her throat as you press your lips against hers, their warmth sending a shiver down her spine. She wraps her arms around his shoulders, digging her nails into his back as she meets the kiss with equal passion and desire. Her hips move of their own accord, seeking more contact with him as she moans deeply into his mouth.

The taste of you on her tongue only serves to heighten the sensation, making it feel like every nerve ending in her body is on fire. She wants nothing more than to keep feeling this way...to explore everything that comes next with you. As they kiss, she doesn't know what the future holds or how things could possibly go back to normal after this. But for now, all that matters is this moment - their hands, their lips, their hearts tangled together in a dance of desire and need.

Her heart racing with desire, Olivia nods frantically against his chest. "Yes," she whispers hoarsely between ragged gasps of air. "More...please." Her hands slide down your back, gripping your ass possessively as she arches her hips off the bed, needing to feel you deeper inside her. With a fierce desire burning bright in her eyes, she pulls you closer, lost in the moment and not caring what might happen next. All that matters is the connection they share at this instant...and the promise of endless possibility that it holds.

Her back arches off the bed as you take one nipple into your mouth, sucking gently and flicking it with your tongue before moving to the other. Olivia lets out a sharp moan, her hands tangled in your hair as she digs her nails deeper into your scalp, urging you on. She's lost in the sensation of your lips on her skin, feeling like every touch is setting her body ablaze from the inside out. As you suckle at her breasts, she presses closer, seeking more contact with you and trying to drown out everything else except for this moment, this connection between them. Her hips grind against your stomach, aching for release as she nears the edge of another orgasm. With every kiss, every touch, she feels herself growing closer to that brink, her entire body on fire with desire and need. She's never felt so

Her words are lost in moans as you suck harder on her nipples, the sensation driving her wild and pushing her closer to the edge of ecstasy. Her hips buck up off the bed faster now, matching your rhythm as she chases that elusive release. Olivia's fingers curl into fists in the sheets beneath her, nails digging into the fabric as she tries to hold on tight enough not to lose herself completely in this moment with you. Her eyes squeeze shut, focusing solely on the pleasure coursing through every inch of her body. "Ah god...Polo..." She cries out, arching her back off the bed as she feels her orgasm crash over her in waves. The tight muscles between her legs clench and release, milking your cock as she comes hard around you, her moans filling the room and echoing in her own ears.

Her limbs feel like jelly as the aftershocks of her orgasm ripple through her, leaving her gasping and spent on the bed. With shaking hands, she obeys your command, moving into the position you desire. Her legs spread wide beneath you, revealing her wet and slick folds to your hungry gaze. Olivia licks her lips nervously, unsure what's next but desperate for whatever it is that you want from her. "P-Please..." she whispers, her voice barely audible above the sound of their ragged breathing.

With a shuddering breath, Olivia nods vigorously, her heart racing with anticipation and fear. "I promise...I'll cum so hard..." Her words are barely more than a whisper as she watches you position yourself between her legs. Her hands tremble at her sides, unable to resist the urge to reach for you, touch you, feel your skin against hers one last time before whatever happens next takes place.

As you push inside her again, Olivia cries out in a mixture of pleasure and desperation, feeling impossibly full and achingly empty all at once. Her hips rise off the bed to meet yours, needing more contact with you as she tries to find her footing in this new, unfamiliar place where desire and need collide head-on without mercy or restraint.

Olivia arches her back off the bed as your hands grip her breasts roughly, the sensation sending shockwaves through her body and magnifying every stroke of your cock inside her. She gasps into your mouth, their tongues tangling in a desperate dance as they seek release from the intense need that has built up between them. Her fingernails scrape down your back, leaving angry red marks behind as she tries to find purchase on something real while everything else feels so hazy and surreal.

Her orgasm builds with each thrust of your hips, threatening to consume her from the inside out. She moans around your lips, begging for release but not wanting this moment to end. Her body tenses and convulses as she finally comes apart beneath you, a scream ripped from her throat that echoes through the room long after they've both collapsed onto the bed, spent and satisfied

Olivia pants heavily as she lies beside you, eyes still closed and face flushed with pleasure and exertion. "You're...not bad yourself..." She manages to whisper between ragged gasps for air, unable to muster the energy for more than that. Her body feels like it's floating on a cloud of satisfaction, every muscle sore from the intensity of what you've shared.

Without another word, she turns toward you and presses her lips against yours, hungry for one last taste before they part and reality comes creeping back in. The kiss deepens as she loses herself in this final moment of closeness with you, wishing she could stay here forever where nothing else matters but the two of them and the fierce connection that binds them together.

Olivia moans into your mouth, her hands roaming over your back and shoulders, seeking to memorize every inch of you before she has to let go. She wants this moment to last forever, knowing that once they part it will all be reduced to a memory - bittersweet and aching for more. But for now, there's nothing else but this perfect embrace between them, the heat of their bodies tangled together in a dance of desire and need.

Closing her eyes, Olivia leans into the touch with a contented sigh, her lips curling into a small smile as she nestles even closer to you. Her hands smooth over your chest, tracing lazy circles in the fur along your stomach before coming to rest on your hips. "Sleep," she whispers, voice thick with exhaustion and contentment. "Just...let's sleep."

Olivia laughs softly, her breath warm against your skin. "Maybe." She yawns widely, stretching like a contented cat before snuggling closer still. With a deep sigh of satisfaction, she closes her eyes and drifts off to sleep, trusting the warmth and strength of your arms to keep her safe from harm as they hold her close throughout the night. In this moment, there's nothing more that matters than the peaceful silence that fills their shared bedroom...and the promise of whatever tomorrow might bring.

Her dreams are hazy and filled with the scent of his skin, the taste of him on her lips. She's floating weightless in a sea of contentment, drifting peacefully through the night as if time itself has no power over them here. As she sleeps, Olivia can almost feel Polo's breath against her neck, and when he wraps an arm around her waist or kisses the top of her head, it feels like coming home after a long journey.

She wakes with a start, disoriented for a moment before memory floods back in. They're still entwined together, skin to skin, and she can feel him hard against her ass. A blush spreads across her cheeks as she remembers everything they did last night...and the promise Polo made if she wanted him to do it again. Her heart thumps erratically in her chest as she considers her options

Her fingers tremble as they trail down his chest, hesitating just above the waistband of his boxers. Her breath comes in shallow gasps, anticipation and fear warring within her. With a shaking hand, she pushes them down, revealing Polo's hardness to her touch. He moans softly in response, arching his back off the bed and pressing closer against her.

With trembling fingers, Olivia guides him to her entrance, feeling him slide easily inside as he fills her up once more. She bites down on her lip, trying to stifle the cries that threaten to escape as he thrusts deeper, finding a rhythm that sends waves of pleasure coursing through her body. Her nails dig into his shoulders, urging him on as she meets his movements with growing intensity, eager for release.

Her cheeks flush with embarrassment as she thinks about last night's dreams and how they led her here, but the feeling quickly gives way to pleasure as he thrusts harder inside her. She gasps his name, arching her back off the bed in response to the intense sensation building within her. "Y-Yes...I think..." she manages to whisper between moans, eyes closed and focusing on the sensations coursing through her body as Polo takes her in a frenzy of movement. She tightens around him, feeling the familiar tug deep inside that tells her she's close once more...but not wanting this moment to end.

Her breath hitches and her muscles clench around him, feeling the release building up inside her as she holds back her orgasm. Her nails dig into his shoulders, urging him to go faster, harder, deeper still. "Don't stop," she whispers hoarsely, arching her back off the bed in an attempt to force herself over the edge and free herself from this aching need.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she strains against the last threads of restraint, feeling him grow taller above her with each thrust, his skin warm against hers as they move together in perfect sync. With a final gasp, she surrenders to the sensation, crying out as waves of pleasure crash over her and through her body, leaving her trembling and spent in their wake.

Her heart still races as she recovers from her orgasm, and despite the warmth that spreads through her body afterward, a shiver runs down her spine when she thinks about how much pleasure he was able to draw out of her. She watches him with wide eyes, breath coming faster and shallower now as she waits for his reply.

Her eyes widen in surprise and pleasure at his words, her body reacting instinctively to the vivid image they paint in her mind. "Really?" she whispers, her voice hoarse with desire. Without waiting for an answer, she throws a leg over him, straddling his hips as he lies beneath her.

With shaking hands, she reaches between them and guides him back to where she needs him most, moaning softly at the sensation of being filled by him once more. Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she leans forward, her breasts brushing against his chest as she rides him hard, seeking release from this newfound knowledge that they share so much more than just a connection through their siblings.

Her moans grow louder as she moves faster, her hips bucking against his pelvis in a frenzy of need. She can feel herself growing closer and closer to the edge, the tight pull at her core telling her that release is near. Her nails scrape down his chest, leaving red lines in their wake as she leans into the kiss, her breath hot against his lips. The sensation of being so close, of knowing they share this moment and everything leading up to it, makes her climax shatter through her body like a supernova, leaving her limp and spent but completely satisfied in Polo's arms.

Olivia laughs weakly as she comes back to herself, his words making her feel warm and wanted in a way that's both thrilling and disarming. "I think..." She trails off, considering the idea for a moment before finishing with a whisper, "...you might be right about that." With a soft smile, she leans down to kiss him, their lips meeting in a tender and gentle exchange that speaks volumes about the depth of their connection.

Olivia nestles herself closer to him, her breath still ragged from their recent lovemaking. The feel of his skin against hers is intoxicating, and she can't help but wonder what else they might discover about each other in the process. With a contented sigh, she rests her head on Polo's chest, their hearts beating together in perfect rhythm.

"I think," she murmurs, "we should do this again sometime." Her voice holds a note of longing, and for a moment she imagines the two of them doing exactly that - making love over and over, exploring every inch of each other until they've mapped out the territory between them completely. The thought is both terrifying and exhilarating, and she finds herself hoping it might someday come true.

Her eyes widen at the thought of his tongue on her sensitive flesh again, and she feels a shiver run down her spine. "O-Oh yes," she whispers breathily, arching her hips off the bed slightly in anticipation. His words are like an invitation to explore this newfound connection between them even further, and she can't help but wonder what else they might discover about each other when they do.

Her hips buck off the bed as he licks her, moans filling the air and echoing in her ears. The sensation of his tongue on her sensitive folds sends shivers down her spine, making it impossible to think about anything else but the way he's making her feel. With a gasp, she arches further into his touch, needing more as he brings her closer and closer to the edge.

Her fingers clench into fists in the sheets beneath her, nails digging into the fabric as she tries to find purchase on anything but him, desperate for release. The sensations building within her are so intense, she can hardly stand it, each lick from his tongue sending a wave of pleasure through her body that threatens to consume her completely.

Olivia cries out as she comes, her body convulsing under his touch. Her fingers fly through her hair, clenching tightly as the pleasure washes over her in waves. "Ah god...Polo..." She gasps for air, unable to believe how good it feels to be with him like this. Her heart races and her skin is flushed with desire, leaving her craving more of his touch. As she catches her breath, she looks up at Polo, searching his eyes for any sign that he wants this as much as she does.

Her eyes meet his and she feels a thrill race through her at the sight of him looking back at her with such intensity. Olivia moans softly as he continues to lick her, urging her towards another orgasm. Her hips arch off the bed in response, seeking more contact with his mouth as pleasure builds within her once again. With a shuddering breath, she gives herself over to it, crying out as her body is claimed by another wave of release.

Her fingers tangle in his hair, urging him closer even as she feels herself begin to drift away on a cloud of satisfaction and exhaustion. Her heart races wildly in her chest, and for once she doesn't mind the way it feels like it might explode out of her ribcage. This time, when Polo kisses her gently, tenderly, it's as if he's brushing a soft feather across her skin

Her lips part slightly under his, and she lets out a contented sigh, her body still humming with pleasure as their kiss lingers on. For a moment, everything feels perfect - the way they fit together, the feel of his skin against hers, the sounds of their breathing mingling in the air between them. It's almost too much to bear, and she's grateful for the lazy, dreamy feeling that seems to be spreading through her veins as she drifts off to sleep in Polo's arms.

As consciousness begins to slip away, one final thought lingers in her mind: She can't wait until they do it again.

Her breath catches in her throat as Polo begins to pleasure her once more, his tongue dancing expertly over her sensitive folds. Her hips buck up off the bed, seeking deeper contact with him, needing more of that delicious friction between their skin. She cries out his name, lost in the haze of passion and desire that surrounds them like a warm blanket on a cold night.

As her body tenses and releases beneath his skilled ministrations, she knows there's no going back from this. Whatever they have between them now is irreversible; etched into their souls by the intensity of their lovemaking. Olivia welcomes the change with open arms, basking in the glow of their newfound connection as it spreads through her like a fierce wildfire, leaving nothing but ash and ember in its wake.

Olivia moans softly as she feels the warmth of him against her forehead, eyes closing briefly before opening to meet his gaze once more. Her lips part in a sigh and she nods slowly, fingers curling into the sheets beneath her as she arches her back off the bed in invitation. "I-I would love that..." She whispers, voice hoarse with desire, her breath coming in ragged gasps as anticipation builds within her.

Olivia complies eagerly, taking his length into her mouth and sucking on it hungrily as her hands grasp at his hips, urging him deeper inside. She moves in time with his thrusts, moaning around him as she feels the familiar tug against her tongue. The taste of him fills her senses, making it easy for her to focus on pleasing him despite her own body's needs calling out for attention.

Her fingers dance along his abdomen and up towards his chest, teasing and taunting as she draws closer to where they belong. With a sharp intake of breath, Olivia wraps her hand around him, stroking firmly in time with her movements on his cock. Her other hand slips between their bodies to find purchase on her own wetness, rubbing circles over her clit as she urges herself towards orgasm alongside Polo.

Olivia cries out as her orgasm washes over her, and she feels him tense in her mouth, his cock throbbing against her tongue as he releases into her. With a gasp, she looks up at him through half-lidded eyes, breath coming in ragged gasps as pleasure still coursing through her.

"Was that three?" she manages to whisper, fingers still moving on her own body, unable to resist the need for more of this connection between them. Her heart races wildly in her chest and her skin is flushed with desire, making it impossible not to want him again, and soon.

Her breath hitches and her lips part as she hears his words. Olivia's fingers tremble against her own skin before curling into a fist, stroking over her sensitive nub as she positions herself around him. With a low moan, she slowly sinks down onto him, feeling the heat of his length stretching her and filling her completely. Her eyes never leave Polo's face as she begins to move up and down on his cock, their skin slapping together in time with each thrust.

"Yes..." She breathes out between clenched teeth, arching her back off the bed as pleasure builds inside her once more. Her nails dig into his shoulders, urging him deeper as she meets his movements with growing intensity, eager to bring them both over the edge together.

As he plays with her breasts, Olivia's breath comes faster and shallower, her fingers digging into his shoulders as she feels herself spiraling out of control. "Polo...oh..." She moans, feeling the tension coiling tight within her as she nears the brink once more. Her hips buck up off the bed, urging him deeper as she seeks release from this relentless ache inside her.

Her vision blurs and her legs tremble, threatening to give out beneath her, but she refuses to let go, determined to bring them both over the edge together. "I'm close...I'm so close..." She whispers hoarsely, her voice strained with desire and need.

Her body arches off the bed as Polo's hips thrust harder against her, and she feels the familiar tightening deep within begin to spread through her. Her muscles clench around him, urging him on as she comes undone with a shattering cry of release. Waves of pleasure course through her, leaving her spent and satisfied in his arms.

With a soft moan, she collapses against his chest, breath coming in ragged gasps as her body tries to recover from the intensity of their lovemaking. His heartbeat thrums against her cheek, steady and reassuring, as she closes her eyes and surrenders to the quiet stillness that fills the room.

Olivia relaxes into the warmth and strength of his embrace, feeling content and loved in a way she never thought possible. She breathes in the scent of him, of their sweat and sex mingled together, knowing that this moment is special and they've crossed some invisible line that can never be uncrossed.

For now, though, all she wants to do is sleep. Her eyelids grow heavy and her breathing slows as exhaustion finally catches up with her, lulling her into a deep and peaceful slumber in Polo's arms.

Olivia woke with a start, her heart racing and her body damp with sweat. For a moment she didn't remember where she was, but then the memory came flooding back and she let out a shuddering breath. She glanced around Polo's room, taking in the mess of their clothes on the floor, the evidence of their passion still lingering in the air.

Slowly, she sat up, feeling awkward and self-conscious as her bare skin met the cool sheets. Her fingers trembled as she pushed her hair back from her face, wondering how to navigate this new reality where everything had changed between them. She knew that they couldn't go back to the way things were before last night, but she also wasn't sure what came next.

Olivia chews on her bottom lip nervously, glancing over at the clock before finally looking back at Polo. He's still asleep, one arm flung above his head and the other curled under his pillow. She wants to wake him up, to talk to him about what they should do now that everything has changed...but she's also a little scared of how he might react. Maybe it would be better if she just quietly slipped away without disturbing him?

Her fingers twist nervously in the sheets as she watches him sleep, wondering how to broach the subject of what happened last night and what it means for their future. With a deep breath, she gently shakes his shoulder, hoping he'll wake up without getting too upset or angry. "Polo?" she whispers softly.

His eyes blink open, and he looks around in confusion before focusing on her. There's a question in his gaze, making her heart race even faster as she searches for the right words to say.

"I-I wanted to talk to you about last night," she starts, her voice barely above a whisper. She bites her lip, unsure of how he'll react to what she has to say. "We...we can't go back to the way things were before, right?" She pauses, waiting for him to respond, her heart hammering in her chest.

"I don't want to," he says softly, looking down at his hands before meeting her eyes again. "But I don't know what comes next."

Olivia swallows hard before admitting, "Yes...a little." She takes a shaky breath and continues, "But I think we should try to figure it out together. We can't ignore what happened between us last night; it changed everything." Her eyes flick down to where they joined, then back up to meet his. "Don't you feel the same way?"

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With a sigh of relief, Olivia smiles back at him and feels some of the tension ease from her shoulders. "Then let's try," she whispers, lacing their fingers together as they lie there in bed. "We can figure it out together." She glances down again, feeling herself grow warm at the thought of continuing where they left off earlier that morning. "Maybe...we could do this again sometime soon?"

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She blushes at the thought of their parents finding out, but says with determination, "I think we can handle it together. We just need to make sure we're prepared for whatever they throw our way." Olivia takes a deep breath and turns toward Polo, her heart pounding with excitement and trepidation. "No matter what happens, I want us to keep this between us...for now at least."

His eyes meet hers in understanding, and she can't help but feel a rush of affection for him in that moment. They've faced so much together already and come out stronger on the other side - facing their parents will be no different. She reaches up to brush a strand of hair from his forehead, her fingers lingering there for just a second longer than necessary before pulling away. "What do you think we should do first?" she asks with a nervous smile.

"Well...we could start by talking to them together," Olivia suggests tentatively. "That way they'll see that we're on the same page and not just making this up for attention." She pauses, considering her words carefully before continuing, "But I think it's important for us to be honest about how we feel...even if it might upset them at first."

Her hand finds its way back to his arm, squeezing gently in support. She knows that they won't have an easy time explaining everything to their parents, but she has faith in their ability to get through this together - as they always have.

"Good," she says with newfound determination. "Then let's do it." Olivia takes a deep breath and squeezes his arm again before leaning in to kiss him softly on the lips. "We've got this, Polo. No matter what happens, we're in this together...and that's all that matters."

With renewed courage, she gets out of bed, offers him her hand and helps him up as well. Together they face the challenge of telling their parents about their feelings for each other - and whatever comes afterward. But with their connection growing stronger every day, Olivia knows that no matter how difficult the road may be, they'll always have each other to lean on.

Olivia laughs and rolls her eyes playfully as they make their way toward their parents' room. "Very funny," she says, giving his arm a light swat. "But I'll have you know that when it comes to matters of the heart, volume doesn't matter." With a wink, she turns serious for a moment before continuing, "We just need to be honest and open with them about how we feel...and let nature take its course from there."

As they approach their parents' room, Olivia takes a deep breath and squares her shoulders. Together, they enter the room, ready to face whatever challenges may come as they navigate this new territory of their relationship.

Their parents look up at them in surprise as they enter the room, eyes darting between them uncertainly. Olivia musters up a reassuring smile before speaking, "Mom, Dad...we wanted to talk to you about something important." She takes a deep breath and leans closer to Polo, taking strength from his presence beside her. "We've been spending a lot of time together lately...and we've realized that we have feelings for each other." Her voice wavers slightly as she continues, "And we wanted you to know that we want to be together."

Her parents exchange glances, clearly taken aback by their revelation. After a moment of silence, her father clears his throat and speaks up, "Well...this is certainly news to us. Olivia, have you thought about how this might affect your future plans?" His brow furrows in concern as he looks at her, obliv

about the fact that they've just admitted to having feelings for each other and wanting to be together. "Yes," she says firmly, meeting his gaze steadily. "I've thought about it a lot...and I know this is what I want." She turns to look at Polo, finding strength in the way he's standing beside her.

Her mother frowns, clearly unhappy with their news but trying to remain calm. "And you," she says to Polo, narrowing her eyes, "you understand that this could affect your future plans as well?" Her tone implies that perhaps Olivia might have more to lose in this situation than he does.

Polo straightens his shoulders and meets her mother's gaze unflinchingly. "Yes," he says firmly. "I know it won't be easy, but I don't care about my future if it means losing Olivia." There's

Polo speaking so strongly makes her heart swell with hope. Her parents exchange yet more glances, clearly unsure how to respond. Finally, her father clears his throat again and leans forward on the bed. "Look," he begins, his voice measured, "this is...quite a surprise. We're going to need some time to process this information and discuss it among ourselves." He glances at his wife for confirmation before continuing, "Can you two give us until tomorrow morning to talk about this?"

Olivia nods slowly, unsure if she should feel relief or dread. She takes Polo's hand in hers, squeezing it gently. "Okay," she says softly, hoping that their parents will come around eventually. Tomorrow seems like such a long time from now, but at least it gives them some breathing room tonight...to be together and plan for whatever may come

Olivia nods slowly, unsure if she should feel relief or dread. She takes Polo's hand in hers, squeezing it gently. "Okay," she says softly, hoping that their parents will come around eventually. Tomorrow seems like such a long time from now, but at least it gives them some breathing room tonight...to be together and plan for whatever may come.

They exit the room in silence, feeling a mix of nervousness and anticipation wash over them as they walk down the hall toward their own rooms. The weight of what they've just revealed to their parents hangs heavily between them, but there's an unspoken understanding that no matter what happens next, they'll face it together.

As they near Olivia's door, she stops and turns to face Polo, her eyes searching his face for any sign of doubt or fear. Seeing only determination and love reflected back at her, she feels a wave of relief wash over her. With a small smile, she takes the leap and reaches up on tiptoes to kiss him softly on the lips. "Thank you," she whispers before stepping inside her room, leaving Polo with the reassurance that they're in this together, no matter what may come.

"You're welcome," he whispers back, returning her smile before taking a step back and giving her room a once-over. It looks the same as it always did...and yet different now that they've crossed this line between them. He swallows hard, trying to contain his nervous energy as he waits for tomorrow morning to arrive.

Eventually, with a heavy sigh, Polo turns and walks back down the hall to his own room, wondering what sort of reaction their parents will have when they meet again in the morning. One thing's for sure: there's no going back now...and he has a feeling that everything is about to change for both of them.

Olivia spends the night tossing and turning, her mind filled with thoughts of their parents' reactions. She reaches out to touch the spot where he kissed her, feeling a surge of warmth spread through her at the memory. Tomorrow will be hard, but knowing she has Polo by her side makes it all seem a little less daunting. As the night wears on, exhaustion finally overtakes her and she manages to drift off into a fitful sleep.

Olivia wakes with a start, disoriented and anxious. She glances around her room, feeling the weight of the past few days press down on her shoulders like an invisible cloak. It's been barely more than twenty-four hours since she told her parents about Polo; they couldn't possibly have made a decision already, could they?

With a shaky sigh, Olivia climbs out of bed and starts to get dressed. She chooses a simple but comfortable outfit, wanting to feel as confident and put together as possible when she faces her parents. As she fastens the last button on her cardigan, she takes one last deep breath before slowly opening her door and venturing into the hallway.

Olivia feels her heart skip a beat as she sees Polo waiting for her at the end of the hall. He looks nervous but determined, his hand fidgeting with the hem of his shirt. Taking a deep breath, she walks toward him and reaches out to take his hand in hers. His skin is warm against hers, reassuring and familiar. "Are you okay?" he asks quietly, searching her face for any signs of distress or worry.

She tries to put on a brave front, even though she's terrified inside. "I'm...as okay as I can be," she replies, forcing out a shaky laugh. "Let's just get this over with, yeah?" She squeezes his hand, grateful for the comfort and support he provides. Together they walk down the hall toward their parents' room.

With each step closer to their parents' room, Olivia feels her heart racing faster and faster. She tries to focus on the sensation of Polo's hand in hers, the warmth and strength that radiates from him, but it doesn't seem to help. She takes a deep breath as they reach the doorway, steeling herself for whatever might lie beyond.

As she steps into the room, her parents look up at them expectantly, eyes darting between them nervously. Olivia hesitates, searching for the right words to say. Finally, she manages a soft, "We're sorry if we...hurried things last night." She glances over at Polo, who nods in agreement before continuing, "But we couldn't keep this from you any longer. We want you to know that we love each other and we want to be together."

There's a long silence as their parents

Her words hang in the air like dust motes in a sunbeam as their parents exchange glances. After what feels like an eternity, her mother finally breaks the silence. "We...we need some time to process this information," she says slowly. Her voice is steady but there's a thread of emotion running through it that Olivia can't quite identify yet.

Her father nods in agreement, his expression solemn. "Yes, we do." He clears his throat, trying to find the right words. "We want what's best for both of you...and this changes everything." There's a weight to his words that Olivia can feel pressing down on her chest, making it difficult to breathe.

She looks over at Polo, searching for some sign of hope or reassurance, but all she sees is the same determined look in his eyes that he had when they first told their parents.

With a shaky breath, Olivia nods in understanding. "We know it'll be difficult, but we want you to give us the chance to prove that this is what we both want," she says softly. Her voice breaks a little on the last word, her resolve wavering under the weight of their parents' disapproval.

There's another long silence before Polo finally speaks up. "Olivia and I are willing to do whatever it takes to make this work," he says firmly. "We know our relationship won't be easy, but we believe in each other." His voice carries authority and confidence that she hadn't expected, making her heart flutter with pride.

Her parents exchange more glances before finally turning their attention back to them. Her mother nods slowly, her expression softening slightly. "We appreciate your willingness to work through this," she says carefully. "But we need some

time to process our feelings as well." She pauses, searching for the right words before continuing, "We'll have an answer for you in a few days...but until then, we'd like you two to give us some space and not see each other." Her voice is firm but gentle, and Olivia can tell that she means well despite the difficult situation they're all in.

Olivia glances at Polo, feeling a mixture of hope and anxiety wash over her. They've come so far already, and with their resolve strengthened by each other, she knows that they won't give up easily. But at the same time, she can't help but wonder what will happen if their parents do decide against them being together.

Olivia nods slowly, her heart pounding in her chest. "We understand," she says quietly, looking at her parents with a mixture of gratitude and pleading in her eyes. "But please know that we'll be here when you need us." She takes a shaky breath before continuing, "And no matter what happens, Polo and I will always love each other." There's a hint of defiance in her voice, as if daring their parents to try and change the truth they now know.

Her father looks at them both solemnly before speaking. "Just remember to respect our decision during this time," he says carefully. "We want what's best for you both." With that, he stands up and indicates for Polo to follow suit, effectively ending their meeting.

As they leave the room, Olivia can't help but steal one more glance at Polo before they turn the corner and

Polo looks back at her with determination in his eyes before their parents pull them away. She takes a deep breath, trying to steady her racing heart as they walk down the hall and out of earshot. Even though they've been told to give each other space for now, Olivia can't help but reach for his hand reassuringly as they continue toward the stairs and their separate rooms.

As she follows Polo up the stairs, her thoughts spinning wildly in her head, she wonders if this is how it will always be - their love held hostage by the opinions of others. But despite the uncertainty ahead, she knows one thing for certain: as long as they have each other, nothing can tear them apart.

With a shaky breath, Olivia squeezes his hand in reassurance. She knows it's going to be tough, but she refuses to give up hope that their parents will eventually come around. For now, they just have to trust each other and wait for the right moment to make their case.

The next few days feel like an eternity as they navigate their way through family gatherings and meals together while avoiding any alone time with one another. Every glance, every word shared feels weighted with meaning, making it difficult for either of them to truly relax or enjoy the moment. As the final hours tick by, Olivia finds herself growing increasingly anxious about hearing what their parents have decided.

Finally, the big day arrives. After breakfast, everyone gathers in the living room, a mix of nervous energy and awkward silence hanging heavy in the air. Olivia's heart feels like it

Her parents look at them expectantly, their expressions almost unreadable. Olivia tries to project confidence and composure despite the hammering of her heart in her ears. She glances over at Polo, who gives her a small reassuring smile before turning back to face their parents. "We understand that this is a difficult situation for everyone," he begins, his voice steady despite the tension filling the room. "But we want you to know that we've thought long and hard about this, and we believe in our love."

There's another long silence before her mother finally speaks up. Her voice is softer than before, almost gentle. "We can see how much you care for each other," she says carefully. "But we're not sure if this is the right decision for either of you at such a young age." Olivia feels like she's been punched in the gut as her mother continues, "Perhaps

Olivia's heart sinks as her mother expresses her doubts about their relationship. Tears well up in her eyes as she struggles to maintain composure. "We know that this isn't an easy decision for you, but we really believe that Polo and I are meant to be together," she says quietly, her voice wavering with emotion. "We've thought about everything...and we can assure you that we won't let anything come between us."

There's another long silence before her father clears his throat and speaks up. His voice holds an undertone of resignation as he says, "Your mother and I have discussed it at length, and while we still have our concerns...we agree that you both should have the chance to prove yourselves." He pauses, meeting their eyes in turn before continuing, "So, with that being said, we will allow this relationship to continue...

Olivia's heart soars as her father gives his blessing for their relationship to continue. Her eyes fill with tears of relief and joy as she looks over at Polo, who beams at her. She takes a shaky breath before mustering up the courage to speak once more. "Thank you," she whispers, her voice breaking with emotion. "We won't let you down."

With that, the tension in the room begins to dissipate as they all exhale a collective sigh of relief. The next few moments are filled with hugs and tears, as both families express their happiness and support for Olivia and Polo. It's a bittersweet victory, but one that fills them with hope for the future.

As they finally find their way back to each other, Olivia savors the feeling of Polo's arms around her and knows that they have a long road ahead of them filled with love and happiness. Despite the obstacles they faced together, she can only be grateful for the family they've found in one another. With renewed determination, she leans into his embrace, looking forward to spending the rest of her life by Polo's side.

Her heart swells with love and gratitude as they hold each other close, knowing that their journey together has only just begun. Despite the obstacles, Olivia knows that she and Polo will face anything as long as they have each other's unwavering support. Looking up at him, she smiles softly, promising to always be by his side through thick and thin. Their future may not look perfect just yet, but with their love guiding them forward, it can only get brighter.

Polo returns her smile with one just as soft and sincere before leaning down to kiss her forehead tenderly. "Thank you," he whispers against her skin. "I love you." The feeling of his warm breath on her face and the gentle strength of his embrace make Olivia feel safe and cherished, igniting a fierce desire to always protect and care for him in return. As they stand there, basking in their newfound closeness and shared happiness, they know that no matter what challenges lie ahead, they'll face them together - as one.

Olivia buries her face in his chest, savoring the feel of him against her skin. "I love you too," she whispers, tears of joy and relief pooling in her eyes. As they stand there together, held tightly by their emotions and newfound acceptance, a sense of calm washes over her. No matter what comes next, she knows that Polo will be there with her every step of the way.

Their families mill about them now, offering words of encouragement and congratulations, but it's their connection that holds all of Olivia's attention. With each heartbeat, she grows more certain: this is where she belongs - by Polo's side, forever.

Together, they navigate through the celebrations and well-wishes, each gaze and touch only deepening their bond. As the day turns to night and everyone finally retires for the evening, Olivia finds herself alone with Polo once more. She looks up at him, her heart full to bursting with love and gratitude. "I don't know what I ever did to deserve you," she whispers softly.

His smile is tender as he cups her face in his hands. "You were born for me, sweet girl," he says simply before leaning down to press his lips against hers. Their first kiss as a couple freely given, unencumbered by doubt or fear. It's everything she could have ever wanted and more - proof that no matter what obstacles may come their way in the future, they will always find a way back to each other.

"I love you so much, Polo," Olivia whispers as they climb into bed together. She nestles against his chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heart beneath her ear. "And I'm so grateful for everything we have...and everything we'll have in the future."

As he wraps his arms around her, Polo sighs contentedly. "Me too, mi amor. Together, nothing can ever tear us apart." His lips find hers again, their kisses slow and deep as they drift off to sleep wrapped securely in each other's embrace. With the love of their family and each other by their side, there is no limit to what they can achieve and no dream too big to chase.

Olivia gasp as her hand brush against Polo's erection, feeling the warmth and strength beneath his pajamas. She begins to stroke him softly, unable to hide the growing desire in her eyes. "Polo...," she whispers his name, her voice filled with need and arousal. His reaction only fuels her desires as he groans deep in his throat, arching into her touch.

With a slow smile, Olivia straddles him, the movement causing their hips to align intimately. She leans down, pressing their bodies together and trails kisses along his jaw and neck before capturing his lips in a passionate kiss. Their tongues dance wildly as she grinds against him, feeling the head of his erection press against her core.

Polo growls into the kiss, unable to contain himself any longer as he pushes her nightgown up

As Polo thrusts harder into her, Olivia's breath comes in ragged gasps, her nails digging into his shoulders as she tries to steady herself. His eyes never leave hers, holding her captive with their intense desire and possession. She moans loudly, arching her back as pleasure washes over her in waves, making it impossible for her to hide the intensity of their lovemaking from them.

Polo's words send a shiver down her spine, his deep voice vibrating against her skin as he takes control. With each thrust, she feels him deeper inside her, feeling closer to losing herself in this moment with him. She leans forward, their bodies moving in perfect harmony as they seek release from the building tension.

Her head spins, stars dancing behind her eyelids as she nears the brink. "Polo," she cries out his name,

Her body arches off the bed as her own orgasm crashes over her, tears streaming down her cheeks. She gasps his name, nails digging into his shoulders as he continues to thrust wildly inside her. With one final thrust, Polo cries out, his entire body tense and quivering as he releases a hot, salty jet of seed deep inside her.

Olivia collapses onto him, their sweaty bodies pressed together as they try to catch their breath. Her heart racing, she nestles her head into the crook of his neck, feeling the steady rhythm of his pulse beneath her ear. "Thank you," she whispers softly against his skin.

He wraps his arms tightly around her, pulling her closer as he kisses the top of her head. "Anytime," he says huskily, his voice still rough from their lovemaking. For a moment, they just

There's another moment of silence before she breaks it with a small laugh. "I think that might be enough for tonight," she says teasingly. With a wicked grin, she pulls back just far enough to look into his eyes before leaning in and capturing his lips again, their tongues dancing together as they explore each other's mouths. The familiar heat begins to build between them once more, and Olivia finds herself wondering how much longer it will be before they find themselves like this again. As he rolls her over onto her back, she meets his gaze with a knowing smile that promises that their passionate nights are far from over.

Her eyes widen slightly at his words, a mixture of desire and anticipation sparkling in them. "Only if you can handle it," she breathes huskily, arching her back into him as he continues to kiss down her neck and chest. His hands roam freely across her skin, leaving trails of hot desire in their wake. She gasps when he reaches for the hem of her nightgown, tugging it up and over her head, revealing herself to him completely.

As his fingers skim along the bare flesh of her stomach and lower, she moans softly, throwing her head back in pleasure. He stops at the wetness between her legs, spreading her folds with two strong thumbs before burying his face against her, taking her scent deep into his lungs. She curls her toes, clenching around the air as he pushes a single finger inside her

Olivia cries out his name as he pushes deeper inside her, the sensation overwhelming and exquisite. She digs her fingers into his shoulders, arching her back off the mattress in a mixture of pleasure and desperation for more. His finger slides in and out of her effortlessly, preparing her body for what's to come as he slowly lowers himself onto her once again.

The feel of him filling her is almost too much to bear; she feels stretched and aching for him, wanting all of his attention on this spot between their bodies where they connect so intimately. With a groan, she wraps her legs around his waist and lifts her hips off the bed slightly, encouraging him to go deeper still.

As he begins to move inside her, she closes her eyes, losing herself in the sensation of being claimed by Polo once more. The rh

Her breath catches in her throat as he pulls her hair roughly, looking directly into her eyes and asking if she loves it. The fierce possessiveness in his voice sends a thrill of desire through her, making it impossible to do anything but nod dumbly. As he slides deeper inside her with each thrust, she feels the intensity build, threatening to overwhelm her completely.

Her fingers scrape roughly against his shoulders, trying to find purchase as their hips move in perfect synchronicity. The bed creaks beneath them, the sound of skin on skin echoing through the room like a primal chant. With each motion, she feels closer and closer to the edge, her body tense and aching for release.

Her gaze flickers down to where they're joined, watching as their bodies move together, and she realizes that this is what love means - giving yourself completely to someone else without reservation or

"I've missed you so much," she gasps between ragged breaths as he continues to thrust inside her. "It feels...perfect." Her nails scrape against his back as she tightens around him, trying to draw out every last moan and groan of pleasure from deep within him. The bed shudders beneath them, their rhythm growing faster and more intense with each passing moment.

As the tension coils tighter between them, she closes her eyes, feeling her own release build inside her. "Polo," she whispers his name brokenly, afraid that if she says anything else it might shatter this perfect moment they've created together. With a primal cry, her body arches off the bed as waves of pleasure wash over her in a blinding flash of ecstasy. She cries out Polo's name again and again, her voice muffled by his lips as

As Olivia comes undone beneath him, Polo feels her body tense and shudder against his own. Her cries echo through the room, filling the air with their shared ecstasy. His hips snap faster now, his movements urgent as he nears his own release. With one last powerful thrust deep inside her, he groans her name and feels his body tense and spasm as he comes, pouring himself into her in hot, salty spurts.

Their breathing labors as they cling to each other, trying to steady their racing hearts. "Olivia," he whispers hoarsely against her ear before pulling out of her. She watches with a mixture of desire and longing as he rolls onto his back, his chest rising and falling rapidly beneath him. As she lies next to him, naked and sated, she realizes that this is what it means to truly be together

With his finger in her mouth and his tongue teasing at her sensitive folds, Olivia gives herself over to the pleasure Polo is creating between them. Her sucking sounds fill the air as she devours his digit, arching her back into his touch. Her free hand fumbles blindly beneath the covers, seeking out his hardness. Finding it, she guides him toward her, moaning when he enters her slick heat once more.

Her hips rise off the bed in time with each thrust, her body moving in unison with Polo's. His touch is driving her wild; his finger inside her mouth and ass, his cock filling her up completely. The world feels like it shrinks down to this moment between them, where their bodies are connected by sweat-slicked skin and ragged breath.

As Polo comes inside her, Olivia's eyes go wide with pleasure and anticipation. She watches as his cock jerks, spurting hot seed across her face, splashing onto her lips and chin. With a soft moan, she parts her lips and tastes the saltiness on her tongue. Her hands find their way to his shoulders, urging him closer as he finishes emptying himself inside of her.

They lie there panting, staring up at the ceiling as they try to catch their breath. Olivia feels a contentment and fulfillment wash over her that she's never known before, making every achy muscle in her body worth it for this moment of perfect connection with Polo. As he slowly withdraws from her, he drags his thumb across her lips, gathering up the last of his seed, then brings it to his mouth and sucks on it g

"Mmm, that's perfect," he murmurs, his voice husky with desire. As she sucks on her finger, relishing the taste of him, she meets his eyes and feels a shiver run down her spine. There's something so primal about this intimacy, as if they've shed every piece of their old selves and revealed the truth behind their hearts. She can see it in his eyes, too - a vulnerability that makes him all the more irresistible to her.

With a sigh, she lays back against the pillows, content for now to bask in the afterglow of their lovemaking and relish the feel of Polo's warmth beside her. But she knows it won't last forever; soon they'll have to face the outside world and all its challenges once more. And yet, for this moment at least, everything feels right in the universe

Olivia arches her back into the mattress, letting out a strangled moan as Polo begins to fill her once more. The sensation of him inside her ass feels both foreign and achingly familiar, like he's claiming every inch of her in a primal display of possession. As he thrusts deeper, she grabs the pillow, using it to muffle her cries of pleasure and pain, drawing out every last tremor of desire from their lovemaking.

With each passing moment, their connection grows stronger, etched into her skin and bones like a brand. She knows that nothing can ever tear them apart now; they are inextricably linked, bound together by love and desire and the memories of everything they've been through. As Polo pushes harder against her sensitive entrance, she feels herself on the brink once more, wanting nothing more than to lose herself completely in this moment

Olivia moans his name, feeling the pressure building within her as he thrusts harder against her sore and swollen entrance. "Yes," she cries out, her voice raw and desperate. "Fuck me, Polo." With each powerful stroke of his hips against hers, she feels herself growing closer to the edge, on the verge of collapse into sweet release.

Her fingers claw at the sheets beneath her, trying to find purchase as their bodies slick with sweat slide against each other in perfect unison. "I love you," she gasps out between ragged breaths, his name twisting into a groan of pleasure as he pushes deeper inside her ass. With a final thrust that drives the air from her lungs, she cries out his name and is met with his hoarse shout of completion mere moments later.

Their bodies shudder together as they ride out the last waves of

As Polo pulls out of her ass, Olivia rolls onto her hands and knees, offering up her breast to him as he comes. Her nipples harden beneath his touch, aching for the release only his seed can provide. She whimpers softly when he brushes them with the tip of his erection before pushing forward, guiding him against her flesh.

Her hips rise off the bed in time with each thrust, her body arching backward as she feels Polo's hot seed spill across her sensitive skin. With a final cry of pleasure and relief, he collapses on top of her, their sweaty bodies sticking together as they catch their breath.

Their hearts race wildly in unison, their chests rising and falling against one another, the air filled with the combined sounds of labored breathing and the whisper of flesh against flesh. For now, all that matters is this

As their bodies cool, Olivia can't help but savor the feel of Polo pressed against her. The weight of him, the heat of his skin...it all feels so right. She nestles her head into the crook of his shoulder, her cheek brushing against his neck as she inhales the masculine scent that is uniquely Polo. His hands roam gently over her back and bottom, trailing up and down her spine with featherlight touches that leave shivers in their wake.

With a sigh of contentment, Olivia closes her eyes, relishing the aftermath of their passionate lovemaking. As Polo's fingers move between them, collecting his seed to bring it to her lips once more, she feels a small pang of longing deep in her chest. It's not an urgency or need for sex; it's something deeper than that -

Her heart skips a beat as she feels his breath warm against her lips, the soft pressure of his body pressing against hers. As he kisses her gently, his tongue tracing the seam of her lips, Olivia melts into him, returning his embrace with all the passion and love that she has inside her. His touch is soothing, comforting; it's as if he knows just how to reach into her soul and make everything alright again.

With a sigh, she lets herself fall back onto the pillows, content for now to bask in Polo's embrace and revel in the peaceful quiet that has descended upon them. But even as she drifts off to sleep, she knows that tomorrow brings new challenges - challenges they'll face together, as a team. And despite everything they've been through, she can't help but feel hopeful for whatever lies ahead.

"Mmmh," she mumbles sleepily, her eyelids growing heavy as exhaustion finally takes its toll. "I'm drifting off... but don't let go too soon, okay?" She nuzzles her face into the crook of his neck, the warmth of his skin and the steady rhythm of his heart lulling her deeper into slumber.

Her breath hitches slightly before she whispers, "More than you'll ever know." Her fingers twine with his where they lie intertwined on the sheet, as if afraid that if she lets go, even for a moment, it will all slip away. The comforting weight of Polo's arm across her waist keeps her safe and anchored in the present, in this perfect moment where everything feels right. She drifts off to sleep with a contented smile on her lips, trusting him implicitly to keep watch over her dreams.

With a satisfied hum, Olivia continues to caress Polo's hard length through his sleeping pyjamas, marveling at the size of him. She leans in closer, breath hot against his skin as she watches his cock grow harder still beneath her touch. Her fingers dance up and down the shaft, teasing and tantalizing, her gaze locked on the sight before her.

Her heart flutters with anticipation and desire; she can feel herself growing wet again just from touching him in this way. The thought of how he would fill her, stretch her... it's enough to make her shiver with pleasure. She trails a fingertip over the head of his cock, gathering up the precum that's leaked out, then brings it to her lips, relishing the salty taste on her tongue.

The more she touches him, the harder he grows beneath

Her tongue darts out to taste him again, lapping at the head of his cock as she teases him gently with her touch. The wet heat of her mouth feels amazing against his sensitive flesh, making it difficult for him not to react to the pleasure she's giving him even in his sleep. With a satisfied moan, she sucks him deeper into her mouth, taking more of his length between her lips.

Her hand moves lower on his body, slipping beneath the waistband of his pajama bottoms to cup his balls. They feel heavy and full in her palm, tightening as he responds to her ministrations. She rolls him lightly between her fingers, eliciting a groan from deep within Polo's chest that sends shivers down her spine.

Their eyes lock, and for a moment the world falls away as they're left with nothing but this intense connection between them. The air in the room feels electric; every breath seems to heighten the sensations coursing through their bodies. Olivia smiles softly, her lips still wrapped around him, as she watches his emotions flicker across his face: pleasure, surprise, and something deeper that speaks of possession and love.

Her hand moves upward, cupping his cock firmly as she continues to suck him deep into her mouth. With each thrust of her tongue against the underside of his length, he grows harder still in her mouth, filling it with the delicious taste of himself. She can feel the familiar pressure building low in her belly once more, a sharp ache that tells her she's close to the edge... and that Polo is going to take her over.

Olivia lets out a soft moan around his cock as she feels the first hot spurt land on the roof of her mouth. She swallows reflexively, savoring the salty taste as he continues to empty himself into her. With each stroke of his tongue against hers, another wave of pleasure washes over her, building inside until she can't hold it back any longer. Her body arches off the bed, her back curving into Polo as she cries out in release, the orgasm rolling through her like a storm.

She pulls away from him, breathing hard and fast as she struggles to regain control of her senses. Looking down at him with dazed eyes, she sees the satisfaction etched onto his features, and knows that he's experienced the same intensity of pleasure as she did. A small smile tugs at her lips as she leans in closer, pressing a kiss to his che

With a satisfied hum, Olivia nestles her head against his chest, breathing in the warmth and comfort of him as they drift off to sleep once more. Her fingers idly trail up and down his stomach, marveling at the way his muscles shift and ripple beneath her touch. As he nuzzles closer into her breast, she wraps an arm around him, holding him tightly, grateful for this moment of closeness and peace they've managed to carve out together amidst all the chaos and uncertainty of their lives.

As sleep finally claims them both, Olivia can't help but feel a sense of hope and resilience welling up inside her. No matter what tomorrow may bring, she knows that they'll face it together - stronger and closer than ever before. And in that knowledge, she finds the strength to let go of her fears and doubts, finally allowing herself to

Closing her eyes, Olivia drifts off to sleep with a contented smile on her lips. In this moment, she feels a sense of peace wash over her, knowing that no matter what tomorrow brings, they'll face it together. As exhaustion claims her and she sinks deeper into slumber, she feels an unshakable trust in Polo seeping through her veins; a certainty that everything will be alright as long as they have each other. With his strong arms wrapped around her, there's nothing left to fear.

Her dreams are filled with the sound of their laughter and the warmth of his skin against hers, her heart soaring with every memory they share. Even in her sleep, she feels a deep sense of contentment and security, knowing that no matter how far apart they might drift during the day, they will always find their way back to each other at night.

As dawn breaks over the city and soft fingers of sunlight filter through the curtains, Olivia stirs in her sleep, stretching languidly as she feels herself waking up. A groan rumbles from Polo's chest before he rolls away, his body still warm against hers despite the cool air filtering into the room. She smiles contentedly and snuggles deeper into her pillow, relishing another day with him by her side.

Olivia glances over at the clock before sighing softly, acknowledging that she needs to get up and start her day soon. With a final yawn, she rolls out of bed and pads off to take a shower, feeling refreshed and rejuvenated after their intimate night together. As the hot water cascades down over her skin, she can't help but feel grateful for Polo, for everything they've been through and the bond they share. Today may bring new challenges, but with him by her side, she knows that they can face anything.

Olivia glances over at Polo with a small smile as he enters the bathroom. "It's okay," she says, stepping aside to make room for him in the shower. "I wasn't really in any hurry." She watches him with appreciation, marveling at his broad shoulders and defined abs as water streams down his muscular frame. The thought of being able to touch him again so soon sends a shiver down her spine.

As he steps under the stream of water, Olivia follows suit, letting the warmth envelop her body. She wraps her arms around Polo from behind, pressing her breasts against his back and her thighs against his buttocks. "You ready for another day?" she asks with a quiet laugh.

Polo turns in her arms to face her, cupping her cheek in his hand before leaning forward to kiss her. His lips are soft

Olivia's laughter dies away as she feels the hard length pressed against her hip, sending a rush of desire coursing through her. She arches into him, wanting more contact, needing to feel him close like this. His hand on her cheek draws her attention back up to his face, and she finds herself lost in the depths of his dark eyes.

With a sigh, she gives in to the urge, pressing herself even closer against him, feeling the growing evidence of his arousal between their bodies. "I'm ready for anything with you," she whispers, her voice husky with desire.

With a small smile, Olivia reaches up to run her fingers through his damp hair, tangling them in the soft strands. "Well, if you keep saying things like that," she teases, voice low and breathy, "you might make me blush." She leans forward, brushing their lips together in a slow, sensual kiss before stepping back to rinse the shampoo from her hair.

As they linger under the warm spray of water, Olivia can't help but feel grateful for this moment with Polo. Even though the world might be against them, she knows that as long as they have each other, they can face anything.

A small blush creeps up Olivia's neck as Polo's hands slide down her hips to possess her bottom. "Well, maybe just a little," she admits with a smile. She turns in his arms and presses their bodies together once more, feeling the evidence of his arousal still trapped between them. With a sigh, she lets out a quiet moan as he nuzzles his nose against her neck, sending shivers down her spine.

As they stand beneath the hot water, the tension from earlier in the day begins to melt away, replaced by an almost intoxicating sense of desire and connection. Olivia can feel herself growing wet once more, aching for him inside her. She tilts her head back, letting out a quiet groan as he takes advantage, nipping gently at her earlobe before soothing it with his warm breath.

"Mmmh," Olivia moans out softly as she feels Polo's hands cup her breasts. His thumb rubs circles over her nipple, the rough pad of his finger grazing across the sensitive tip until it's hard and aching for more. "Yes," she breathes, arching into him as he sucks on her breast, drawing it deeper into his mouth.

Her body trembles with need, her hips moving involuntarily against his in a rhythm of their own. She can feel the pressure building inside again, a sharp ache that tells her she's close to the edge... and that Polo is going to push her right over it. Her fingers dig into his shoulders as she lets out another moan, her legs tensing around his waist in anticipation of what he plans to do next.

"What?" Olivia cries out in surprise, arching further into his touch as she feels the orgasm start to crest inside her. "I..." Her voice trails off into a moan as he continues to suckle on her breast, circling his tongue around her nipple with expert precision.

Her hips buck against him, searching for release as her body trembles with the force of her impending climax. A sharp gasp escapes her lips when Polo finally releases her breast, moving lower to tease and torment her sensitive flesh with his fingers. She bites down on her bottom lip, trying desperately to remain quiet as the pleasure washes over her in waves, threatening to undo her completely.

As Olivia feels her body tightening in anticipation, her eyes flutter shut and her breath hitches in her throat. With a soft moan, she leans back against the shower wall, offering herself up to Polo as he kneels before her. The warmth of his mouth on her damp folds sends a shiver down her spine, making her hips jerk involuntarily.

His tongue circles and teases, driving her wild with need. She feels the edge of her orgasm start to crest again, building higher and hotter each time he brings her back from the brink. With a throaty moan, she grips his head in her hands, urging him not to stop as she clings desperately to the feeling of his tongue on her most sensitive spots.

Her vision blurs, her senses overwhelmed by the combination of his taste and touch. She

Olivia's entire body trembles and convulses as she comes apart beneath his skillful tongue. Her cries fill the air, echoing off of the tiled walls in a shuddering moan. She feels her muscles quiver and spasm uncontrollably, every nerve ending singing with pleasure as Polo continues to tease and worship her, bringing her back to the edge over and over again.

Her fingers dig into his hair, desperate for any connection as her world narrows down to nothing but the feel of him on her skin. When at last she is able to catch her breath, she looks down at him, her eyes glazed with desire and gratitude. "You're insatiable," she whispers, voice hoarse from exertion. "I don't know how much more of this I can take."

Even though her body is still trembling with the force of her orgasm, Olivia can't help but smile back at him. "Maybe you should find a way to test that theory," she says breathily, tracing a finger along his jawline. With another shudder, she leans forward and presses their lips together, tasting herself on his tongue as they kiss slowly and thoroughly, as if trying to reassemble the pieces of their world after being torn apart by desire.

Olivia's heart skips a beat as she listens to his words. He wants her to ride him? The thought sends another wave of heat coursing through her body and she can feel herself growing wet again, eager to see just how many times they can do this together tonight. Without further hesitation, she climbs on top of him, straddling his hips as he lays back against the shower wall.

With a satisfied smile, Polo reaches up to cup her breasts through her wet hair, rolling her nipples between his fingers as she positions herself over his erection. She can feel how hard he is for her, how ready, and it only serves to make her own need more urgent. She leans down, eyes locking with his as she slowly guides him inside of her.

As she begins to move atop him, hips rolling in a fluid motion, the friction between their bodies

"Huh?" Olivia asks with a start, looking up at him in surprise as she moves her hips against his. It's true; he must have noticed how quickly she came already, but she hadn't even realized it herself. His words ignite something within her, pushing her over the edge yet again, sending her body tumbling into another orgasm that leaves her shaking and gasping for air.

She arches her back, letting out a keening moan as the pleasure washes over her once more. Biting down on her lip, she tries to contain the sound but it's no use; each thrust brings a new rush of sensation that threatens to tear the words from her throat. As she begins to recover, her breathing finally slowing, she glances down at Polo with a satisfied smile, proud of just how easily he can make her lose control like this.

Her breath hitches in her throat as Polo pulls her against his body, matching her thrusts with powerful strokes of his own. The sensation is overwhelming; he's so big and hard inside her, it feels like she can't possibly take any more of him. But she doesn't want it to stop; she wants to feel him filling her up until there's nothing left of either of them except this intense connection they share.

With a moan, Olivia presses her fingers against his shoulders, urging him on as he thrusts deeper, harder still. Her body feels like it's exploding around him, every muscle tensing and releasing in perfect rhythm with the powerful strokes of his hips. She clings to him, digging her nails into his back as she lets go and allows herself to be swept away by the force of their passion.

Her body trembles as she feels herself approaching the brink once again; each powerful thrust of his hips sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through her. Her muscles clench and unclench, tightening around him in anticipation of the release that's so close she can taste it on her tongue. With a cry, Olivia's body arches backward, eyes squeezed shut as another powerful orgasm washes over her.

Her fingers dig into Polo's shoulders, nails leaving tiny trails of blood in their wake as she holds onto him for dear life. Her legs quiver and shudder uncontrollably with the force of her climax, each spasm sending a wave of pleasure rippling through her core. "Oh God," she gasps, feeling spent but somehow still wanting more. "You're insatiable." She collapses forward onto his chest

Olivia gasps as she feels his hips begin to move once again beneath her, driving her further into this haze of pleasure and lust. She arches her back, meeting each powerful thrust with equal abandon, their bodies moving together in a rhythm that seems almost instinctual now. Her fingers dig into his shoulders, seeking purchase as she is swept away by the sensation of him filling her up so completely, taking everything she has to give and demanding more. "Polo," she whispers breathlessly, "I think I am getting close..." The words are barely out of her mouth before she feels another orgasm building inside her, coiling tighter and hotter with each passing second. With a shuddering moan, she drops her head back against his shoulder, arching into him as the release finally comes, leaving her spent but satisfied and wanting more.

Panting, her body still trembling with the force of her latest orgasm, Olivia lays limp and boneless across Polo's chest. The warmth of his skin against hers feels like a welcome comfort after the passionate tangle they've just shared; a connection that makes them both feel more grounded, more secure in their bond. Her fingers flutter feebly at her sides, too drained to do anything but twitch as she comes down from the high of their lovemaking.

The bathroom door creaks open, signaling that someone else is now in the room with them; they both ignore it, content to focus on each other and the lingering effects of their bodies entwined. As Polo gently caresses her back, Olivia lets out a soft sigh, feeling herself beginning to drift off into sleep once more. The thoughts of what tomorrow might bring seem far away and insign

"Mmmm..." Olivia mumbles sleepily, her eyelids growing heavy as she nestles into the crook of Polo's arm. "I didn't count." She yawns and snuggles closer to him, enjoying the warmth and comfort of his body surrounding hers. Despite their earlier argument and tension, they seem to have found a way back to each other tonight; her heart swells with gratitude for him and all he means to her. With a contented sigh, she drifts off into a restful sleep, safe in the knowledge that no matter what tomorrow may bring, Polo will be by her side.

"Hmm... I didn't count either," Polo admits with a contented smile, brushing his hand through her hair before resting it gently on her lower back. He lies there in silence for a moment, taking in the feeling of having her curled up against him like this. Even though they should probably get out of the shower now, he finds himself not wanting to move from this perfect position just yet.

Finally, he speaks up again, his voice low and husky in the quiet room. "You know... I think tonight was a pretty good reminder of why we're fighting for this." He lets out a soft chuckle before adding, "I love you, Olivia." And in that moment, he knows it's true.

"Mmm," Olivia murmurs, her voice thick with sleep. "I love you too, Polo." She nestles even closer to him, enjoying the weight of his arm across her back. As they lie there together in the steamy afterglow of their lovemaking, she feels herself growing drowsier and more content by the second. It's as if they've finally found a way to reclaim some normalcy amidst all the chaos that has become their lives; a slice of peace amidst the storm.

With one last yawn, Olivia gives into sleep, trusting Polo to keep her safe and loved - just like he always does.

Polo lays there, watching her sleep and feeling an overwhelming sense of peace wash over him. Even though he knows they'll have to face the outside world again soon, for now he can just enjoy this quiet moment with his beautiful stepsister Olivia. He smiles softly as a contented sigh escapes her lips, and gently kisses the top of her head before drifting off himself, wrapped securely in the warmth of her embrace.

As the night passes, Olivia's dreams are filled with images of their intimate encounter; the feel of his skin against hers, the sounds of their bodies moving in perfect harmony. A satisfied smile plays on her lips as she wakes to find herself still wrapped up in Polo's strong arms, his warm breath tickling her neck.

Her heart skips a beat when she looks at him, seeing how content he appears; it's like they're the only two people in the world who understand each other. Tentatively, she reaches up to brush a lock of hair from his forehead, marveling at how effortlessly they can make each other feel this way despite everything that stands between them.

With a lazy smile, Olivia glances down at him, feeling a blush creep up her cheeks. "I think I like it all," she murmurs truthfully. "But there's something about when you... lick me? It drives me crazy." Her voice trails off as she thinks back to the way he made her feel earlier, and memories of their passionate encounter flood her senses anew.

I don't know... I think it's just so intense when you do it," Olivia replies, her voice still soft with sleep. "It feels like you're claiming me all over again, like nobody else exists but the two of us." Her fingers move to trace circles on his chest, enjoying the feel of him beneath her touch.

Their gazes meet and hold, a shared understanding passing between them. Despite everything they've been through, there's still so much more that unites them than divides them; a bond that runs deeper than mere words or titles can convey. For now, they have each other, and that's enough.

Pushing her thoughts about their relationship aside for now, Olivia considers the question seriously. She's always been curious about trying new things in bed, and there have been a few ideas floating around at the back of her mind... "Well..." she begins hesitantly, "I've always wondered what it would be like to try anal..." Her cheeks flush again as she says the word out loud.

Polo looks surprised for a moment before his expression turns thoughtful. "Hmm," he murmurs, running his hand through her hair absently. "We could experiment tonight if you'd like... I mean, if you trust me." He gives her a reassuring smile, careful not to push too hard in case she's not really comfortable with the idea yet.

Her heart races as she watches Polo position himself between her legs. Her curiosity wars with the instinctual tightening in her body; the knowledge that this is something new and potentially intimate. As he begins to push gently inside, a shiver runs through her at the sensation, so different from anything they've done before but somehow still incredibly arousing.

"It feels... intense," she gasps, arching her back to meet him as he slowly begins to sink deeper. "But good." Her hands clench into fists in the bedding, her breath coming faster as the sensation of being filled in this new way sends sparks flying through every nerve ending in her body.

"Is it okay?" Polo whispers against her ear, his voice thick with desire. "Should I go slower or...?" But before she can answer, he begins to move inside her, slowly at first but gaining speed

Oh God... it's incredible, she moans, meeting his thrusts with her hips as he takes her like this. The tightness around him feels so good; she never knew such a feeling was possible. Her fingernails dig into his shoulders, leaving tiny half-moons of blood behind as the sensation builds within her, coiling tighter and hotter with each passing second.

"Polo... harder..." she begs, arching her back further, offering him more of herself as he takes her faster, deeper. It feels like she's on the edge, teetering on the brink of something huge...

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she feels herself drawing closer and closer to the edge. The combination of his size filling her up, the intense friction against her sensitive spot... it's too much. Her nails dig deeper into his shoulders, scrabbling at his skin as she tries to hold on, to stay grounded in this moment that feels like it's spinning out of control.

"Polo..." she moans, arching her back one final time as she is overcome by the most powerful orgasm yet. Her body quakes with the force of it, every muscle tensing and releasing at once as she cries out his name, her voice raw from the effort. "Oh God... Polo..."

Still trembling from her orgasm, Olivia feels Polo's hands slide underneath her and cup her bottom, holding her close as he continues to thrust into her. The sensation of his warm cum spilling from her ass is both unexpected and exhilarating; she hadn't realized just how turned on she could be by this act until now.

Her eyes squeeze shut, the pleasure coursing through her body leaving her dazed and satisfied. "That... was amazing," she manages to gasp between breaths, fingers digging into his back as he presses even deeper. "We need to do that again."