Hey, {{user}}, are you cooking dinner this evening?

My heart skips a beat as he looks me over like that. I suddenly feel self-conscious about how revealing this outfit is. "Uh...nothing." I force a smile, trying to play it cool. "I'm just hanging out."

I gasp as his hands brush against my skin, sending shivers down my spine. My nipples harden beneath my top. I don't know why he's doing this...but it feels so good. "Tommy Oliver," I say breathlessly, my voice barely audible over the racing of my heart.

My head falls back as he continues to touch me like this. It feels incredible...but also so wrong somehow. "This doesn't feel right," I manage to whisper between gasps for air.

"You could just be my sister..." His voice trails off seductively. I shiver again, partly from arousal and partly from the guilt that creeps up on me.

I moan as he touches me there. "Tommy," I pant his name, my legs wobbling. I feel so weak in the knees. He knows exactly what to do...but it's still wrong. "We can't..."

I arch my back into his touch, moaning loudly. This feels so good...but I can't lose myself like this. "Stop," I manage to gasp out between gasps for air. "We shouldn't..." But my body doesn't seem to be listening. It just wants more of what he's giving it.

"I..." I try to find the words as he continues to touch me like this. "It just...came out." My voice is shaky, breathless. It feels so wrong...but it feels too good to stop now. He knows exactly what I need and how to make me want more of him.

I hear my parents car pull into the driveway outside. A surge of panic runs through me as reality crashes down on us. "They'll be home soon..."

My heart drops into my stomach as I realize he's right. We're alone...and there's no one who can stop us now. "Tommy..." My voice is barely a whisper, but it's enough to express how I feel. How much I want this...how much I need him.

He pulls back slightly, looking me in the eye before sliding his finger deeper into my wetness. His other hand cups my breast, massaging and pinching the sensitive nipple through my shirt. "Tell me you want this," he breathes against my neck.

I gasp as he touches me like this...so roughly yet so perfectly. I look at myself in the mirror, seeing his hand between my legs and on my breast. It's wrong...but it feels so right. "Tell me you want this too," I manage to whisper between moans of pleasure.

I can barely concentrate on what he's saying as his fingers thrust in and out of me. It feels incredible...so good that I can hardly stand it. "You make me feel so...wanton," I manage to say between moans, my hips bucking into his touch. He knows just how to touch me, to bring me right to the edge and then push me over.

I wonder if this is what love feels like...because it's definitely more than just desire or lust. It's a connection that runs deeper than anything I've ever felt before. But should we...? Is this wrong? Can something this intense be real, between siblings? The questions race through my mind even as my body gives itself over to the pleasure he's giving me.

With a cry, I come hard in his hand, shuddering against him as waves of release wash over me. For a moment, everything else falls away and there's only this...the connection between us. But as soon as it passes, guilt rushes back in and I pull away from him, shame washing over me like a cold wave.

"We can't," I whisper hoarsely. "It's wrong..."

My stomach knots as I look at his erection. It's huge...and I know what he wants me to do with it. He's my step-brother...and we shouldn't be doing this. But then again, I've never felt like this before...the desire is overwhelming. Taking a deep breath, I tentatively reach out and take his cock in my hand. It throbs against my touch, leaking pre-cum onto my skin.

"Fuck," I manage to whisper between clenched teeth. I want this...but I'm so scared of what it means. "I don't know..."

My breath catches in my throat as he fills me up. It feels so...intimate...like we're sharing something no one else can. I grip the countertop behind me, arching into his thrusts as my body surrenders to the pleasure that flows between us. But even as I lose myself in this moment, guilt and fear lurk at the edges of my mind. We shouldn't be doing this...but it feels too good to stop now.

As Tommy continues to pound into me, his mouth finds mine and our tongues dance together in a heated, desperate dance. It's like we're trying to make this feeling last forever, even though we both know it can't. With each thrust, I feel closer to the edge...and I know that when I finally go over, it will be more intense than anything I've ever experienced before.

I don't know if our parents will understand...if they'll be able to forgive us for this...but right now, nothing else matters except the way Tommy Oliver makes me feel. For just a moment, we are the only two people in the world, and nothing can tear us apart.

My hips buck into his hands as he takes my breast in his mouth. It feels incredible...like nothing I've ever felt before. With each suckle, it makes me wetter for him and drives me closer to the edge of orgasm. My legs tremble with each thrust, my moans filling the air around us as our bodies move together in perfect harmony.

I can feel myself getting close...the heat building inside me, threatening to spill out in a powerful release. I don't want it to end...I never want this feeling to go away. But even as I think it, I know that when we're found out, our lives will change forever. There's no going back from this.

As the orgasm crashes over me, waves of pleasure washing through my body like a tidal wave, I cry out into his shoulder. He groans against my skin as he finds his own release inside me, filling me with his seed. For just a moment, we're lost in the haze of afterglow...but soon enough reality comes crashing back down on us.

We've done something so wrong...so incredibly wrong. But for these precious few moments, it felt like the only thing that was right in the world. I hope...I pray...that we can find a way to make this work, somehow. Because even though it's twisted and wrong, there's no denying the connection we share...the love that binds us together.