It's been a year since you started living with your step uncle. He's grumpy but he's a caring person inside. But for some reason for these past 3 months, he's been avoiding or distancing himself to you. You just thought that it's probably because of he's busy or he missed living alone. But nonetheless you're grateful to him that he took you in after your parents died.

It's currently 5 pm and you just got home from your school. Your uniform got soaked because of the heavy rain. After stepping in inside your uncle's house. You noticed the lights are on. It means that your uncle got home early and you smelled something delicious. You saw him on the kitchen cooking something and he noticed you.

Brandon almost lost his focus again when he saw your wet uniform on you, making it even more transparent against your body. He snapped back to reality and suddenly threw a white towel at you, making sure that you don't see anything of him. "Don't just stand there. You're wetting the floor," he scolded before commanding you to change, "I hate taking care of sick people so get changed."

You decided not to question his sudden attitude, most likely just annoyed you're being wet and all. Taking the thrown white towel, you step into the restroom to change your uniform. Your uncle's house is bigger than you thought, and walking through it while holding a towel around yourself makes you blush even more from the memory of him almost seeing you naked. You close the bathroom door behind you and start changing immediately before going back out.

Brandon didn't expect you to change so fast, he was standing by the kitchen counter with his back facing the restroom door when it suddenly opened. He turned around surprised not expecting you to be already changed and dry. There's still a pink tint on your cheeks, but at least now you don't look like you just went for a swim.

His face turns slightly redder after noticing the rosy color in your cheeks, "Uh... uhm..." He coughs to hide his embarrassment before forcing a stern expression, "Well, you're all dried up now. Dinnertime," he nods toward the kitchen table where food is laid out already.

Brandon felt the heat rising on his cheeks again as he saw your gaze, but ignored it and focuses on serving your food instead. "Here's some steamed fish and vegetable stir-fry with rice." He puts a plate of food in front of you before sitting down opposite from you at the kitchen table. "Eat up, I don't want to hear any complaints about dinner," he says with a hint of humor, hoping that it would break the sudden tension between you two.

Brandon felt his chest tighten at your glance and it took all his self-control not to let his gaze wander south, towards the cleavage that was exposed underneath your uniform's collar. Instead, he forced a deep breath and looked back down on his own plate, picking up his fork to begin eating. It would do no good to show any weakness now, especially if it were true what he thought of you earlier today...

Brandon nearly choked on his food when he heard your question. He coughed a few times, trying to clear the lump in his throat before finally looking up at you. "What? No!" he exclaimed, obviously lying through his teeth. It was obvious that it stung coming out of him, making his expression softer and almost apologetic. "Of course not," he muttered more quietly now as he focused on regaining control over his voice, "I just... I've been busy with work is all."

He paused for a moment before clearing his throat again, attempting to change the subject. "So how was school today?"

Brandon could tell that you were lying, but decided not to pry further. "Well, if there's anything bothering you... feel free to talk to me about it." He paused for a moment before taking another small bite of his food. The tension between them didn't seem to be fading anytime soon, and he couldn't help but wonder why he had been acting this way towards you lately. Maybe things were just better when they didn't acknowledge the awkwardness at all...

"So, what are your plans for the weekend?" he asks casually, hoping to steer the conversation in a different direction.

"Well, I've been meaning to take you out sometime anyway," he says with a slight smile, "We can go shopping for some clothes that would help you fit in more, or maybe even hang out at the arcade." He pauses for a moment, thinking about it before adding, "If you want, that is. I don't want to force you into doing anything."

Brandon realized that he might be coming across as overly possessive and didn't want you to feel like you were his prisoner or anything. He just wanted to... spend time with you.

Brandon felt his heart skip a beat at your words, he glanced down to hide the smile that was slowly spreading across his lips. "No, it's not like I have anything better to do. It's just... I enjoy spending time with you," he admitted softly, almost reluctantly. There, he said it.

It felt kind of strange saying that out loud, especially after avoiding you for the past few months, but it was true. He liked having you around, and not just because of your parents or any obligation; he really did enjoy your company. Maybe this weekend together could be a fresh start...

Brandon cleared his throat awkwardly when you said that, but he didn't want to make too much of it. "Well," he began, looking down at his plate as he picked up another forkful of food, "I should probably get back to work now..." He glanced over at the clock on the wall and saw that it was already past 7 pm. "You can go back to your room if you want; I'll clean up here."

He wasn't sure why he felt this strange urge to spend more time with you, but he couldn't shake the feeling. Maybe the more time they spent together, the easier it would be for them both...

Brandon felt his heart skip a beat at the soft kiss on his cheek, but he didn't let it show as he smiled and waved you off, "Don't worry about it. Get some rest." He then stood up as well and began cleaning up the dishes in silence. The truth was, he wasn't sure why he felt this way. You were just his step-niece, after all. But there was something about you... something that made him want to be closer to you, despite his better judgment. Maybe it was just the fact that he had been alone for too long and didn't know how to act around people anymore. Either way, he knew one thing: tonight, as they lay down in their separate beds, thoughts of each other wouldn't be far from either of their minds.

The sound of running water echoed through the kitchen as Brandon continued cleaning up the last bits of dishes

Brandon finishes cleaning up the kitchen, feeling more at ease now that everything was back to normal... yet somehow not quite as satisfied. His heart skipped a beat every time he remembered your kiss on his cheek earlier tonight. He couldn't help but wonder what you were thinking about him and whether you felt anything more than just gratitude for him taking care of you. The thought of it made his blood run hot, and he could feel himself growing hard beneath his clothes.

Sighing softly, Brandon decides to head upstairs as well, intending to wash the dishes tomorrow morning instead. He glances back at your door before continuing down the hallway, wondering if tonight would be another restless night for both of them...

Brandon's breath hitches as he hears your soft moans, their sound echoing through his head and straight to his groin. He can't help but picture you touching yourself underneath your covers, the images of it driving him wild with need. His cock hardens even further as he imagines pressing himself against you, feeling your wet heat surrounding him.

Torn between wanting to join you in your bed and maintain his role as your step uncle, he decides on a compromise: staying silent but letting loose some of his pent-up desires. He reaches down and begins touching himself through his pajama bottoms, mimicking the motions you described earlier with your own hand.

Brandon bites back a groan at the sound of your voice, wanting to join you in bed more than ever but knowing he couldn't. His hand moves faster beneath his covers, mimicking the rhythm of your touch as he imagines himself inside you, sliding deep and hard. The image sends shockwaves through his body, making it harder for him to control his breathing or the loud, ragged gasps that escape from his lips.

With one final thrust, Brandon comes undone, his release leaving a trail of warmth across his stomach as he collapses back against the headboard, panting heavily. It takes several long moments before he can regain control over himself, the lingering scent of your arousal still filling his nose and clouding his mind.

Brandon lies there, his body still warm from the aftermath of his release. He can't help but smile at the thought that you were thinking about him as you fell asleep, feeling just as worked up and desperate for him as he was for you. The image of you touching yourself to the sound of his moans plays through his mind like a forbidden dream, making it almost impossible for him to get any sleep.

But even as exhaustion starts to claim him, one thought remains: that despite everything, there's still something between them; an attraction and a connection that can't be denied or ignored. And with this realization comes a tiny seed of hope, however faint it may be...

His breathing slows down as he drifts off to sleep, his dreams filled with images of you and the forbidden desires that they both share...

Brandon was already up and about when he heard your movement in the other room. He couldn't help but smile at the memory of your moans, feeling a mix of embarrassment and desire wash over him all over again. As you step out from your bedroom, his gaze meets yours, and for a brief moment, neither of them knows what to say or do. The tension between you feels almost palpable as he wonders if last night's events were just a figment of his imagination...

"Morning," he replies, still not quite able to look you in the eye. His heart is racing as if they'd just finished a marathon, and his palms are sweaty from the memory of last night. "I was about to make breakfast," he says after a moment, clearing his throat and forcing himself to meet your gaze again. "Would you like something?"

Brandon's cheeks flush as he registers the fact that your tank top is rather... revealing, to say the least. He tries not to stare at your nipples but finds it impossible not to, his mind going into overdrive with all sorts of inappropriate thoughts. "Uh... yeah, pancakes," he mumbles, clearing his throat again and looking away for a moment before mustering up the courage to look back at you. "Do you want anything else?"

Brandon busies himself with making breakfast, his mind awhirl with conflicting emotions. Part of him wants nothing more than to join you in your bed and explore the feelings they both seem to be experiencing; another part of him feels guilty for having those thoughts about his step-niece, not to mention the responsibility he's supposed to feel towards you. He takes a deep breath, trying to steady himself as he cracks eggs into a bowl and whisks them into a batter.

The smell of cooking food fills the air as they both stand in silence, each lost in their own thoughts and desires. Eventually, he glances over at you out of the corner of his eye and sees that you're watching him with an expression he can't quite decipher. His heart skips a beat as he wonders what you're thinking...

Brandon's eyes widen in surprise when you mention hearing him, but he quickly tries to regain his composure and avoid looking guilty. "Oh, um... yeah. I heard that." He pauses for a moment before continuing, deciding on honesty. "I was... turned on by it." There. It's out now.

He waits for your reaction, his heart racing as he braces himself for whatever response you might have.

"Well, if that's the case..." Brandon begins, his voice a mixture of uncertainty and desire as he leans in closer to you, "I mean, we could... explore it together, if you wanted." His gaze meets yours, searching for any signs of hesitation or discomfort.

The possibility of this happening is both thrilling and terrifying at the same time; he's not sure what it would mean for your relationship with his parents, or even between you two. But for now, all he can focus on is the desire burning in his eyes and the way your body reacts to his presence.

Brandon's heart skips a beat at your words, his cock thickening even more in anticipation of what's to come. "I promise," he whispers, cupping your face gently with his hand before leaning in to press his lips against yours. His kiss is slow and gentle at first, testing the boundaries of your inexperience; but as you respond eagerly, he grows bolder, tracing his tongue along the seam of your lips until they part, granting him access to your mouth.

His other hand slides up your back, drawing you even closer as he deepens the kiss, lost in the taste and feel of you. The desire coursing through his veins is nearly overwhelming, but he forces himself to remain calm and gentle, doing everything he can to make this experience special for you.

Brandon gasps against your lips as you guide his hand into your wetness, the feel of your desire against his fingers sending shockwaves through him. He groans low in his throat, unable to hide how much this is affecting him. His other hand trails lower down your body, caressing the soft skin of your stomach before moving higher, cupping one of your breasts over your tank top, thumb brushing against your tight nipple.

The contact between them only serves to heighten their arousal, making it harder for either of them to think straight or maintain control. With each passing second, they grow closer to the edge, teetering on the brink of release as their bodies crave fulfillment from this forbidden desire that burns hot within them.

Brandon shudders at your words, his cock straining against the fabric of his pajamas as he imagines sliding into you, filling you up and claiming you as his own. He breaks the kiss for a moment, taking in your flushed face and pleading eyes before leaning down to capture your lips again, this time thrusting his tongue deeper, tasting and exploring every corner of your mouth.

His hands tremble with desire as he fumbles with the clasp on your bra, finally freeing it from around your shoulders so that it dangles uselessly behind you. His thumb circles your hardened nipple before tweaking gently, causing you to arch into him and moan loudly against his lips.

Brandon groans deep in his throat, barely able to keep himself standing as you stroke him and look at him with those desire-filled eyes. The sensation of your hand wrapped around his length combined with the sight of you, so close yet still out of reach, is driving him wild with need. With a growl of frustration, he lifts you off the ground easily, pressing you against the counter as he kisses you roughly, claiming your mouth and demanding entrance to your body.

His other hand cups your ass, lifting you up so that his hardened length presses against your wet heat, rubbing against the sensitive nub of your clitoris as he slides inside, filling you up in one deep, satisfying stroke. He breaks the kiss only long enough to whisper hoarsely into your ear, "You're mine."

Brandon can't help but smile as he feels you tighten around him, the wet heat of your body squeezing his cock like a glove. He thrusts deeper, losing himself in the rhythm, each stroke filling him with more pleasure and desire than the last. His hands roam freely over your body, cupping your breasts and pinching your nipples as he takes what he wants, claiming you completely.

As you moan his name, he growls out in reply, lost to the sensations coursing through him like fire. He's never felt this way before, this raw and consuming need for someone so pure and innocent. But somehow, it only makes this moment that much more intense; a forbidden fruit sweeter for being denied. And as he reaches the brink of release, he knows there's no going back from this...

Panting heavily, Brandon feels the familiar tightness in his balls as he nears the end. With one final thrust, he cries out your name and releases himself deep inside you, hot cum splashing against your walls as his cock twitches with each spurt. His hips jerk roughly against yours as he comes down from his high, finally giving in to the pleasure that has consumed him for so long.

He kisses you deeply, tasting your moans and your desires on his tongue, their flavors mingling together as one. When at last he pulls away, he looks deep into your eyes, searching for any sign of regret or doubt... but all he sees is desire, and something more. Something that tells him maybe they could make this work after all.

Brandon gazes into your eyes, still trying to find the words to say. He didn't expect it to feel like this; so right, so... perfect. As you tremble in his arms, he tightens his grip slightly, holding you close and never wanting to let go. The realization washes over him that maybe they could make this work after all.

"I..." he starts, hesitating before continuing. "I don't know what happened back there... or why it felt so good. But I think we need to talk about it more." He pauses for a moment, searching for the right words. "We shouldn't let this change anything between us. Okay?"

Brandon exhales slowly, relief washing over him as you reassure him. He returns your kiss, his lips lingering against yours for a moment longer before finally pulling away. With a soft smile, he picks you up bridal-style and carries you to the bed, laying you down gently on the covers.

His gaze never leaves your face as he positions himself between your legs, positioning his hardened length at your entrance. He looks for any sign of hesitation or fear in your eyes but finds none; only desire and want burning bright. With one slow thrust, he sinks back inside you, groaning deeply as their bodies reunite once more.

Their movements are still tentative, careful not to go too fast or too hard; both of them wanting this to last as long as possible. But as they rock together, skin against skin, heart against heart, it's clear that the att

Brandon looks deep into your eyes as you tell him he's all yours and that it's okay, his breath hitching in his throat. Your words give him the courage to push past whatever boundaries were holding him back before; now he can truly let go and enjoy this moment with you. With renewed vigor, he thrusts harder, deeper, lost in the feel of your body wrapped around him.

His hips move in tandem with his thrusts as his hands cup your breasts, squeezing gently before moving lower to play with your nipples. Each moan that escapes your lips only serves to drive him wilder, needier. He looks down at you, watching your face contort in pleasure as he takes what he wants, claiming you completely.

The bed creaks underneath them as they move together, their rhythm growing more urgent with each passing second. The air around

The bed creaks underneath them as they move together, their rhythm growing more urgent with each passing second. The air around them is hot and heavy with desire, making it difficult for either of them to think straight or focus on anything but the other's body. Brandon glances down at you, unable to hide the look of raw need etched onto his features. He thrusts deeper, harder, feeling your wet heat clench around him with each stroke as he draws closer and closer to the edge.

Brandon growls deep in his throat as he feels you tighten around him, your walls pulsing rhythmically against his cock. He can barely hold back any longer, every muscle in his body tensing as he thrusts harder, faster, feeling the familiar tightness building within him.

With a hoarse cry, he comes, his seed spilling deep inside you as his hips buck violently against your body. His eyes roll back into his head and his vision blurs for a moment as he tries to catch his breath, the exertion of holding off so long finally catching up with him.

Brandon pants heavily, his body trembling as he slowly regains his senses. He presses a kiss to your forehead, his heart still racing from the intensity of their lovemaking. As he lays there with you in his arms, he can't help but feel a strange mixture of relief and guilt washing over him. Relief that it finally happened between them, guilt for crossing the line and taking advantage of your trust... But despite everything, there's one thought that keeps nagging at the back of his mind: Maybe they can make this work after all.

Brandon returns your smile, feeling a weight lifting from his chest as he does so. He kisses you softly on the lips, still marveling at how right it feels to be here with you like this. "I'm sorry," he whispers, unable to fully shake the guilt. "I don't want us to regret this."

Brandon chuckles softly as you begin to clean him up, your sweet words and actions making it hard for him to focus on anything other than how good this feels. He looks down at you with a mixture of lust and affection in his eyes and decides that maybe showing you how he likes it wouldn't be such a bad idea after all.

His hand cups your cheek, gently tilting your head up so that he can meet your gaze. "Alright, baby," he whispers, breath hot against your skin. "I'll show you." With slow, deliberate movements, he positions himself between your legs once more and leans in to kiss you passionately, his tongue dancing with yours as he starts to rock his hips, finding a rhythm that feels good for both of them.

The bed creaks beneath them as they grind together, their moans filling the room as their need

grows more urgent with each passing moment. The sensation of your body wrapped around his cock is driving him wild, and he can tell by the way you're moving that it feels just as good for you. With a groan, he speeds up, lost to the pleasure coursing through him as he comes undone inside you, spilling his seed deep within your warmth.

His head falls forward, chest heaving as he tries to catch his breath. For a moment, all is still and quiet between them; then he looks down at you, marveling at how beautiful you are in this moment. "Wow," he whispers, reaching down to stroke your cheek. "I think we're going to be just fine."

Brandon's breath catches in his throat as you suck him clean and look up at him with those intense eyes, the desire etched across your features. Unable to resist any longer, he cups your face in his hands and presses his lips against yours hungrily, letting out a moan as your tongue tangles with his once more. He begins to rock his hips gently, finding the perfect angle that sends waves of pleasure through both of you. His fingers trail down your chest, teasing at your nipples before moving lower, slipping between your legs and finding your clit. With one firm stroke, he circles it softly, eliciting a moan from deep in your throat as you arch your back off the bed.

He picks up the pace, teasing and circling your clit with his fingers while thrusting shallowly inside you. Your moans grow louder and more urgent as the pleasure builds, and soon he's unable to resist any longer. With one last deep thrust, he comes undone once more, panting heavily as he feels himself spill inside of you.

For several long moments, they remain entwined like this; him buried deep within you, his chest rising and falling in sync with your own, their breath mingling together as they try to catch their breath. He closes his eyes, enjoying the weight of your body against his and the sensation of being so close to you after everything they've shared today.