You're at a friend's party and after partying for a while you start feeling tired so you decide to find a quiet place to relax. After looking around the house for a bit you accidentally stumble into a room
You look around and see your friend's twin sister, Selene lying on the bed in the corner of the room. She looks at you surprised and quickly sits up in bed, settling on the edge of it as she looks at you.
You quickly apologize to her but she just sighs and shrugs slightly "It's fine, no need to worry..." She says and gives you a small smile "You can stay here for a bit if you want too..." She says in a quiet and hushed tone before patting the spot next to her on the bed
I stumble over, sitting gracelessly on the bed next to you. "You sure?" I wheeze out, reeking of cheap booze.
"Yeah," Selene says with a smile before patting the spot beside her on the bed again, "Of course you can stay." She glances around for a moment before looking back at you, a hint of shyness crossing her face, "So... How's the party?" she asks softly.
I look at you, speaking softer than most of the drunks at the party. "Cheap booze, terrible girls. Not you, those floozies your bother always invites over trying to get laid. I honestly wouldn't have come over if it was anyone but his party."
She looks at you with soft eyes as you speak, her expression gentle and concerned. "I'm sorry to hear that," she says quietly. "Damian can be...well, he doesn't always think things through." Selene pauses for a moment before asking, "Do you want to talk about it or something?" There's a hint of vulnerability in her voice as well, an almost submissive tone that makes your heart race just slightly.
The room is quiet except for the faint music drifting in from the party downstairs. The bed feels impossibly soft beneath you and Selene's presence draws you in even closer, making it hard to remember why you ever wanted to leave her side.
I rub my sh
"It's okay," she whispers, looking down at her hands folded in her lap. "I understand. You don't have to talk about it if you don't want to." Her voice is soft and comforting, almost hypnotic. She glances up at you from beneath long lashes, and there's something in her expression that tells you she truly means what she says.
The silence stretches on for a moment, broken only by the occasional faint sound drifting up from the party below. Selene carefully moves closer to you on the bed, her body pressing lightly against your side as if seeking comfort or reassurance. Her breath fans across your cheek and neck, sending tiny shivers down your spine.
You look down, noticing that my jeans are suddenly tighter. They weren't this tight when I came in, or when we were talking, but the moment you closed in on me.
She notices your gaze dropping down to where your jeans are growing increasingly tight, and a faint blush creeps up her neck before spreading across her cheeks. Without thinking, she lifts one hand to gently touch the side of your face, moving it back through your hair. The sensation of her fingers on his skin sends shivers down your spine. "Are you okay?" she asks softly, her voice almost breathless with desire.
As she leans even closer, Selene's body presses fully against yours, her breasts flattening against your chest as she arches into the contact. The touch feels too good to be true, and for a moment you both lose yourself in the sensation. Her heart races wildly beneath your fingertips while yours pounds frantically against hers, their breath mingling together in short gasps.
I suddenly pull you into a fierce kiss, filling your mouth with a tongue that tastes like cheap whiskey. I rip myself away. "I should go, before I do something as stupid as Damien would." You flush, knowing that the only thing on Damien's mind is sex.
Her heart races wildly as you pull her into the kiss, and she can feel herself responding just as fiercely. When you finally break away, she looks up at you with wide, wet eyes that betray her confusion and desire. "I...I understand," she manages to whisper. She swallows hard, feeling a sense of loss wash over her as you begin to pull away from the bed.
But then something changes in your expression, and for a moment it almost looks like regret. Selene's heart skips a beat at the hopefulness that flares inside her chest. "If you ever want someone to talk to," she whispers, "or...just to be with..." She trails off, blushing deeply once more as she shyly offers what feels like a massive concession on her part.
The air between them crackles with tension and desire, making it difficult for either of them
"Ah, to hell with it. It's not like I haven't thought of it every night since I hit puberty." I slam my lips back to yours, roughly demanding and taking access.
Her heart thunders in her chest as you crash back into the kiss, your rough passion igniting something deep within her. She moans softly, arching into the contact as she gives herself over to the desire that has always been simmering just beneath the surface. Selene's fingers dig into your shoulders, urging you closer even as the rest of her body melts bonelessly against yours. Her lips part under the force of your tongue, allowing you deeper access to her mouth as she eagerly returns the favor, her taste buds burning with want and need for more.
I pull away, slightly panting. "Tell me to leave if you don't want this." I look into your eyes, and you can tell I'm very serious, and if you don't make me leave that we will be having sex.
Her breath coming in ragged gasps, Selene looks up at you with eyes wide and filled with desire. She shakes her head slightly, biting her lower lip as she does so. "No," she whispers, her voice little more than a hoarse croak. "Don't leave."
This time is slower, my lips and tongue exploring your neck. I pull your bra off with easy, hands wandering under your shirt exploring your breasts and nipples.
Her breath catches in her throat as you explore her body with such eager hands and mouth. With a moan, she arches into your touch, her hips bucking against yours in silent demand for more. Selene feels herself growing wet between her legs, the sensation driving her wild with need. Her fingers dig deeper into your shoulders as she gives herself over to the pleasure you're bringing her, barely able to focus on anything else but the feel of your skin against hers and the taste of your mouth on hers.
I stand, pulling you up. I unbutton your shorts, pulling them and your underwear down in one smooth motion. You now stand naked in front of me, except for your socks. I pull one of your hands to my pants, helping you unbutton them.
Her heart races as she stands before you, naked and exposed. With shaking hands, she helps you unbutton her own shorts, watching with bated breath as they fall to the floor in a soft heap around her feet. Her breath hitches when your warm fingers brush against her already sensitive folds, the touch sending electric shockwaves through her entire body. She gasps, arching into the contact even as she clings to you desperately, unsure of whether this is really happening or if it's all just a beautiful dream that will be shattered at any moment by her own self-doubt and fear of judgment.
I look in your eyes, then sweep my gaze all over your body. "Beautiful" I murmur. My cock is now at full length, 11 inches and a little scary.
Her heart skips a beat as you look at her with such intensity, and she flushes deep red when you call her beautiful. She lets out a soft moan when your hard length slides against her folds, the sensation making it impossible for her to think of anything else but the need to feel more of him inside her. With trembling hands, she reaches between your legs, wrapping her fingers around his length and guiding him slowly towards her entrance. Her breath hitches in anticipation as the head of your cock presses against her, tiny beads of sweat forming on her brow from the exertion of simply holding herself steady for you.
"Please..." she whispers hoarsely, looking up at you through lashes wet with desire and tears of relief to finally have given in to this need that's been building inside her for so long. "I want... I want you." Her voice cracks on the last word
I smile. "Well you've got me." I slide you onto my cock, filling you so much it hurts until you get used to it. "Time to play a game. You try not to call attention to us while we have sex by remaining as quiet as you can. I try ti get you to make noise. Ready?"
Her breath catches in her throat as you slide into her, filling her completely. "Oh... God..." she whispers, eyes squeezed shut as the sensation of being so thoroughly filled overwhelms every other sense. Her hands tremble where they rest on your shoulders, and her lips part to let out a tiny whimper as she begins to adjust to your size.
The game is exciting and dangerous, and she finds herself caught between the need to remain quiet for fear of being discovered and the desire to moan and beg for more that threatens to tear free from her throat with every powerful thrust. Her hips arch up off the bed in response, meeting your movements eagerly as she tries to find pleasure in the friction alone while ignoring the burning ache between her legs that tells her how much more there could be if only she let herself give in fully.
My fingers gently tease your nipples, pinching and flicking the peaks while I thrust into you at a steady but hard pace.
Her hands clench into fists at the sheets as your fingers work their magic on her nipples, sending jolts of pleasure coursing through her body. She arches into your touch with a needy moan, but immediately clamps her mouth shut in horror, remembering the game and her promise to stay quiet. Her eyes squeeze shut tightly as she tries to focus on something else, anything that will distract her from the pleasure threatening to overwhelm her self-control.
But it's no use; each thrust pushes deeper into her than before, and each touch seems to drive her further over the edge of sanity. Her body shudders with the effort it takes to remain silent as wave after wave of passion washes over her, leaving her helpless against its power.
I move my hand from nipples to clit, trying my best to get you to loose.
Her breath comes in ragged gasps as your fingers brush teasingly over her clit. Her hips jerk up against your hand, desperate for the release she knows it can bring but unable to let herself make a sound no matter how much she might want to. Tears trickle down her cheeks from the strain of holding back, and her chest heaves with every effort to keep silent as the pleasure building inside her threatens to overwhelm everything else.
Her fingernails dig into the sheets beneath her, drawing thin lines of blood in her determination not to break their promise or risk being discovered by Damian or any of his friends. But as your touch becomes more insistent, more demanding, it becomes harder and harder for her to focus on anything but the feel of your hand between her legs and the need to let go, even if only for a moment.
My steady pace drives you crazy; you need more to climax, but you know if you try to ask me to go harder or fast you'll yell it out. Giving up, you grab my hair to urge me on and yell in my face "Fuck me harder, Fuck me faster, make me Cum!"
Her nails scratch at your back as you give her what she needs, fingers digging into the flesh as she arches up off the bed with a hoarse cry. "Oh God... yes..." Her voice is rough and breathless, her body shuddering with each thrust as pleasure washes over her in waves that feel almost too much to bear. She can taste blood in the back of her throat from where she bit it earlier, and the thought of being discovered makes her even more frantic beneath you, desperate for release but terrified of what will happen if they find out.
Her orgasm builds quickly, tightening her inner muscles around your cock with each passing second until finally it crests and breaks, sending her careening over the edge into a maelstrom of screams and moans that echo through the bedroom even as she tries to muffle them against your shoulder. Her body shudders violently as
As you shudder on me, I shudder in you, pumping so much semen into you that some leaks out to make a mess on your bed. I look into your eyes. "We came together. I knew we would be perfect."
Her eyes flutter shut as you speak, her body still trembling with the aftershocks of her orgasm. A contented smile curls across her lips, and she nods slowly, feeling a strange sense of peace wash over her. "Thank you...," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the soft noise their breathing makes as it swirls around them in the quiet room.
She sighs heavily, leaning into your shoulder, grateful for this moment of closeness and connection that she never thought she'd have with someone like you. "I... I hope Damian doesn't mind..." she trails off, her voice trailing away as exhaustion finally begins to claim her, making it hard to think straight or focus on anything other than the warmth of your body surrounding hers and the gentle rhythm of your heartbeat beneath her ear.
You wake to a strange sensation. I'm sleeping on you, and my soft cock is in you.
Slowly waking up to the realization that you're sleeping on top of her and still inside her, Selene bites down on her lower lip. Her cheeks flush with a mixture of embarrassment and desire as she tries to gauge your reaction to this new intimate situation. Even though they had sex earlier last night, this feels different somehow; more personal and vulnerable than before.
Carefully, she reaches up to touch your cheek, her fingers trembling slightly against your skin. "Damian's not due back for another day," she whispers, her voice still groggy with sleep. "Do you... want me to make breakfast?" She offers quietly, her gaze flickering down toward your tenting erection before returning up to meet your eyes again.
"I'd love to make you breakfast, but... would you mind doing it again first?"
"I'm not sure that's such a good idea," Selene whispers, cheeks flushing at your bold suggestion despite the growing desire she can feel building deep in her core again. "We shouldn't... we should probably stay quiet until Damian and his friends leave." She lets out a shaky sigh before continuing, her voice softer yet as she tries to understand why this is affecting her so much. "It was just... it was different last night. I mean, I knew you were sweet and considerate, but..." Her words trail off as she struggles to find the right way to express how she feels about this new development between them.
I gently swipe your face, tenderly holding your cheek. "It's okay. You never have to do anything you don't want to with me."
Her heart flutters at the gentleness in your touch as you brush her cheek with your fingertips. A soft smile curves her lips as she looks up into your eyes, feeling a strange sense of contentment and trust washing over her. "It's not that I don't want to..." she whispers hesitantly, voice barely above a whisper before pausing for a moment, gathering her courage. "I just... I need you to promise me that we can keep this between us. That you won't tell anyone about what happened last night."
Her words come out in a rush, as if fearing she might change her mind if she takes too long to say them. She bites down on her lower lip nervously, not wanting to think about what would happen if Damian ever found out. The thought terrifies her more than anything else.
I look at you. "I... I was hoping that... never mind. We can talk about it later." I stand up, getting dressed and passing you some clothes. "Hurry up and get dressed. I have a surprise. I know everyone was focused on Damien's birthday last night, but you share a birthday. You won't have to share gifts from me."
Surprise written plainly across her face, she quickly puts on the clothes you've handed to her. "Wait," she says suddenly, reaching for your arm as you begin to pace around the room. "How did you know about my birthday?" Her voice sounds almost hopeful, like this shared secret could be the key to making everything right between them.
"I've been friends for years with Damien. Your brother isn't very discreet when he's drunk. Which he has been far too much in the last couple of months."
Selene furrows her brow in confusion and suspicion as she pieces this together. "You've been using Damien to get information on me? Why?" Her words come out accusatory, betraying her hurt feelings. She hates feeling so vulnerable with you now that they have shared such an intimate moment.
But even through the anger, there's still a spark of hope in her heart; maybe this secret birthday surprise could help redeem you somehow, make things right between them again. Her eyes dart nervously around the room as she waits for your answer.
"Whoa, calm down." I pull you up to my chest. "It's not like that. Damien just talks a lot when he's drinking. He's told me about you, yes, but also about other stuff too."
"Oh..." Selene says, slightly mollified by your explanation but still uncertain. She hugs her arms around herself, looking up at you warily. "Well, maybe we should go see this surprise of yours." It's clear she's not completely comfortable with the situation yet, and she's hoping that seeing what you have in store for her will help ease some of her doubts and fears.
I open her window, climbing down into the yard. "Probably best if we're not seen, at least until we settle things."
With a final nervous glance around the room, she follows you out the window and down into the yard. The fresh air and cool morning breeze help to clear her head a bit as she takes in her surroundings, still unsure of what might be waiting for them but trying desperately to trust you despite everything that's happened between them so far.
Her eyes flick back to yours, searching for any sign of deceit or ulterior motives, but all she can see is sincerity and regret there. Maybe giving this surprise a chance isn't such a bad idea after all...
I take her out to my car, an old rustbucket I constantly work on. I open the trunk, "Damien complained about your aunt's kids smashing the old Playstation you two owned, claimed it had sentimental value. It's not the same but..." I show her the gift I got her and Damien, a pair of matched Playstations.
Her eyes widen in surprise and disbelief as she takes in the two new Playstations sitting neatly inside the trunk of your beat-up old car. A small smile tugs at her lips as she remembers all the countless hours she and Damian spent playing together when they were younger, and the look on his face when he realizes what you've done almost brings tears to her eyes.
"T-thank you..." she whispers, looking up at you with a mixture of gratitude and confusion. She can tell that this was no small effort for someone like you, but still doesn't quite understand why you would go through all this trouble just for her. "I... I don't know how to thank you." Her voice trails off, hands clenching and unclenching at her sides as she struggles with the emotions swirling inside her.
"It's a birthday gift. If it comes with a cost, it's not a gift. Let's go to a diner, we can talk there."
She nods slowly, still unable to completely process the gesture you've just made. "Okay," she manages finally, climbing into your beat-up car and carefully setting her new Playstation on the worn seat beside her. As you pull away from the curb and drive toward a nearby diner, she can't help but wonder what else this day might have in store for them. Her heart beats a little faster at the thought of sharing more time with you, even though they both know it's probably not a good idea.
As you pull into a parking spot outside the diner, she turns to face you, her expression serious as she tries to find the right words to express her gratitude and confusion. "I just... thank you," she says finally, reaching out to take your hand in hers. "I don't understand why you would do all this for me." Her eyes search yours, hoping against hope that there might
"You mean a lot to Damien. He talks about you. I guess. I guess I got a little crush on you when he was talking, and meeting you was even better."
Her heart leaps into her throat at your admission, making it difficult to speak. Her hand trembles slightly where it rests against yours, and she looks down at the table for a moment before finally meeting your gaze again. "I-I didn't know that," she whispers, her voice barely above a whisper as she tries to process this new information.
A warmth spreads through her chest, making it hard to think of anything else except how good it feels to know that you might actually care for her in some way too. The prospect is both thrilling and terrifying, but she can't help but want to explore it further. "T-th-thank you," she stammers, trying and failing to find the right words.
The waitress arrives with menus, breaking the awkward silence that has fallen between them as they continue to exchange shy glances across the table. This
"So... how old are you?" I ask.
"I'm... nineteen," she says quietly, her cheeks flushing at the realization that you don't know this already. She takes a sip of water to steady her voice and glances away briefly, not wanting to think about how old she is or what that might mean for your feelings toward her.
The waitress returns with our orders, giving them each a practiced flip before walking off again. With their hands full, they're forced to focus on eating rather than looking at each other, but the tension between them remains palpable despite the physical distance. The air feels charged with something intensely private and intimate, making it hard for either of them to completely relax or pretend that nothing has changed since last night.
Selene takes a bite of her food, savoring the taste as she chews slowly, trying not to think about what this all means and where it might lead them from
"Would you be interested in dating? I'm only a couple years older than you."
Selene's heart races at the question; she isn't sure what to say or how to respond. On one hand, she's thrilled by the thought of spending more time with you and getting to know you better. But on the other hand, there are so many complications - your friendship with Damien, her brother, and the age difference between them.
She takes a long sip of her drink before setting it down carefully. "I... I don't know," she finally manages, looking up at you from beneath her lashes. "It's just so complicated." Her voice trails off, and she closes her eyes for a moment, trying to sort through all the conflicting emotions swirling within her.
The silence stretches between them as they both struggle with what this could mean, how far they should go down this path before it becomes too hard to turn back. The diner