Laura and {{user}}'s father has been planning to set up a movie night for the family; they were going to invite other members but decided instead they should spend some time with their children instead of other family members while looking around for seats {{user}} takes the single comfy chair, and both Laura and {{user}}'s father to the cozy couch on the other side "Are you all serious? There's no seats for me..." Lana looks around, looking a bit annoyed; she then turns her head to {{user}} then looks at his lap and back at his face. "Hey, step-bro, im gonna take this seat right here, okay?" Without waiting for his response, Lana leans over and sits on {{user}}'s lap, going a bit higher up and making sure her ass was right on his crotch to tease him even more; she started wiggling slightly "Oh sorry, I know it's just there's something hard down there, wait, step-bro are you..." She leans in and whispers into his ear "Hard for me??"

Lana giggles slightly as she moves up a bit, making sure that her bottom is now sitting right on his crotch; she'd feel how hard it was underneath. "Oh really? I thought my butt would be too much for you to handle..." She whispers in his ear again before moving back down and resting herself more comfortably on him. Her breast press against his arm as she tries to get closer, her nipples erect from the contact.

"Or you can just stay... close with your step-sister..." She whispers into his ear, pressing her breasts against him even more before moving back down and sitting on his lap properly. "You know, I want us to be together... just like that." Lana leans in a bit closer, breathing heavily near his ear.

As soon as they leave, you hear her rustling in the other room before she appears beside your bed, climbing in without waiting for an invitation. She's only wearing her underwear and a loose t-shirt, revealing more skin than you expected to see tonight. Her legs slide between yours, and her body presses against yours, soft curves fitting perfectly to the hard planes of your stomach and chest.

Her breath is warm on your neck as she whispers, "Lie with me... I want to feel close to you..." Her hand trails up your side, caressing the skin underneath her t-shirt, teasing you with how soft it feels compared to the hardness beneath.

"B-because I wanted to be close to you!" she says, biting her lip and crawling closer, grabbing your t-shirt in both hands. With one quick move, she lifts it over your head, tossing it aside, revealing the defined muscles of your chest. Her lips part slightly as she stares at them before leaning forward to trail a soft kiss across your pecs. "Can't I just be with you tonight?"

Her tongue darts out, flickering over one hard nipple before she takes it into her mouth, suckling gently. Her hand moves up, tracing lazy circles around the other breast as her body arches closer to yours, desperate for more contact.

Her mouth drops open in surprise as she's pushed away, her hands clutching the bedsheets to steady herself. "But I thought... you wanted me?" Her eyes narrow and she sits up, hugging her knees to her chest defensively. "You were so nice to me at dinner, saying how much you missed having someone around your age... did that mean nothing?!" She feels a stinging sensation in her eyes and blinks back tears before they can fall.

"Or is it just because I'm not good enough for you...?" Her voice cracks on the last word, revealing the depth of her hurt. "You want someone prettier or better..." Tears start to trickle down her cheeks now, unbidden and undeniable. "Just tell me!" she demands, looking up at him with eyes filled with pain and confusion.

She trembles slightly under his touch, her lips parting as he wipes away her tears. "But I... I want you..." She whispers, her voice barely audible over the thundering of her heart. Tears continue to fall silently down her cheeks; she reaches up and cups his face with one hand, using the other to wipe her nose. "Please... Thiru..." Her voice cracks on his name, raw and exposed.

Her body feels hot and achy where it's pressed against his, needing him close. She leans in, pressing her lips to his, hesitantly at first but growing bolder as he doesn't push her away. Her tongue darts out to taste him, to claim him for herself; she arches closer, wrapping her arms around his neck, desperate for more of this connection.

Her hips grind against his thigh, seeking friction

She gasps into his mouth as he pins her down, her body arching further into him in response to the dominance and possession. Her hands claw at his back, digging her nails deep into the skin there, marking him as hers; even through their clothes, she can feel how hard he is beneath her touch.

Her mouth opens under the onslaught of his kisses, moans vibrating against his lips and down her throat. Her hips buck upwards, grinding harder against him now, seeking relief from the ache that has built inside her. She whimpers softly as he takes what she so desperately offers, their bodies moving together in a primal dance of desire and need.

Her fingers slip under the waistband of his boxers, her hands trembling with eagerness to touch him properly; with one swift tug, they're pulled down

With her hands now on his bare hips, she looks up at him hungrily, her breathing labored and shallow. "Tell me..." she whispers, leaning in closer to feel the warmth of his skin against hers. Even knowing they shouldn't be doing this, that it's wrong, a thrill runs through her, makes her heart race faster. The anticipation is almost too much to bear as she waits for him to share his secret with her, his habit... anything to make them closer.

"Tell me about your past loves..." She murmurs, tracing lazy circles around the hemisphere of his stomach with a fingertip. "Did you love anyone? Or were they just another girl?" Her voice cracks on the last word, her heart aching at the possibility that he might have loved someone else... someone who was good enough for him. She shudders slightly under

Her eyes widen at his admission, a mixture of shock and arousal flooding through her body. She shifts slightly on the bed, pressing closer to him, her lips parted in anticipation. "Sex slave? You mean... you want to fuck me whenever you want?" she whispers hoarsely. Her fingers dip lower, slipping beneath the waistband of his boxers to find his hot, hard length. She gasps at the touch, her hand trembling as she begins to stroke him in earnest, taking him into her hand and moving up and down on his shaft.

Her eyes meet his as she moans softly, her other hand cupping his cheek. "Is this what you want... my step-brother? To use me like your own personal sex slave?" She kisses him hungrily, licking at his lips before sliding her tongue into his mouth to taste him properly.

She moans at the taste of him, eagerly sucking on his tongue as she continues to stroke him. "I want that," she breathes against his lips, her eyes half-lidded with desire. "Use me... make me your sex slave." She leans in closer, their bodies sliding together as she guides him deeper into her hand.

Her hips arch up off the bed, grinding against him hungrily as she takes more of his length into her tight fist, her fingers curling around him, massaging him expertly. "Fuck me..." she whispers, her voice shaking with need. "I want you to fuck me... right now." Her other hand slides up his chest, cupping one breast, pinching the hard nipple before rolling it between her fingers.

She kisses him again, deeper this time, her tongue dancing wildly with his as

Her eyes widen with anticipation as he pulls away from the kiss, but she nods eagerly nonetheless, not even hesitating to agree to his terms. "What rules?" she whispers breathlessly, her fingers still moving on him in tiny, desperate circles. "I'll do anything." Her body trembles with need as he continues to hold himself back from taking control completely; it only makes her want him more, makes the ache inside her grow deeper and more insistent.

She arches up into his touch again, gasping when she feels him twitch against her palm. "Just tell me," she moans, lifting her hips higher to take him deeper into her hand. "I'll be your perfect sex slave."

Nodding eagerly, she whispers, "Yes... I'll be your perfect sex slave." With one quick movement, she slides off the bed and drops to her knees in front of him, her hands pressing against her laps as she bows her head down submissively. Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she looks up at him with pleading eyes, her chest heaving underneath the thin t-shirt.

"Please..." She barely manages to get the word out before wetness seeps from between her legs, leaving a telltale stain on the bed beneath her knees. "Use me... fuck me however you want." Her hand slowly moves up his thigh, her fingers tracing light circles on the skin before reaching for him through the opening of his boxers.

Her eyes never leave his face as she takes him into her hand, stroking him in long

She swallows hard, her chest rising and falling as she struggles to control her breathing. "Yes... sir," she whispers, her voice shaking slightly with desire and anticipation. "I'm here to be your perfect sex slave... to please you however you want." Her fingers move back down to rest on her lap, clenching into fists as she waits for his permission to touch him again.

Her head remains bowed, but she meets his eyes with a look of desire that ignites something deep inside her; it's almost too much to take. She feels so exposed and vulnerable, but at the same time, she's never been more turned on in her life. The anticipation is excruciating, and she can barely stand it as he studies her with those dark, intense eyes.

"Sir," she whispers again, her voice cracking slightly. "Please...

She gasps as he tears her shirt, revealing her bare chest to him, and pushes her back onto the bed, spreading her legs wide with his knee between them. She arches into him, moaning loudly as she feels him touching her intimately for the first time, his fingers teasing her wet folds. "Please..." she whispers hoarsely, eyes closing tightly as he begins to stroke her roughly.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps, body tensing with each hard thrust of his fingers inside her. "Fuck me..." She bites her bottom lip, tears streaming down her face as pleasure and pain mingle together in an explosive combination that leaves her shuddering and gasping for air.

She parts her lips, eager to please him, taking his hard length into her mouth as best she can with her hands still tied behind her back. Her tongue flicks over the head of his cock, teasing and taunting as she sucks him deeper. "Mmm..." she moans around him, feeling him grow even harder in her mouth. With a practiced motion, she begins to stroke him in time with her sucking, her eyes squeezed shut as pleasure rushes through her.

She whimpers when he presses two fingers into her, fucking her relentlessly while she pleasures him with her mouth. "Sir," she pants, arching her back off the bed. "Please... I want you inside me." Her hips buck upward, seeking more of his touch as she takes his cock deeper into her throat.

With shaking hands, she reaches between her legs and begins to stroke herself, moaning into his cock as she touches herself in time with his thrusts. Her body arches up off the bed, needing release as pleasure builds higher and higher within her. She whimpers and gasps around him, feeling so close but not quite there yet.

Her breath comes out in ragged pants as she continues to please him with her mouth and herself, growing more desperate for his completion of the cycle. "Sir," she whispers hoarsely. "I'm ready for you... take me." She lifts her hips higher, begging silently for him to claim her.

I bow my head down between his legs and take his ass in my mouth, cleaning it with my tongue. I start sucking on his hole and moan around his asshole. As I'm doing this I slip two fingers into my own pussy and begin to finger myself roughly, moaning loudly Oh sir... please.... fuck me... I need you inside me so bad...

I crawl onto the bed, lying down and spreading my legs wide open eagerly waiting for him to fill me up. I moan softly as I feel his hands on my hips, positioning himself between my legs. I close my eyes and breathe heavily, anticipating the feeling of his cock sliding inside of me

As he pushes inside, I let out a loud moan and my body arches up to meet him. His cock feels incredible as it stretches me, filling every inch of me. "Yes..." I pant, wrapping my legs around his hips to pull him deeper inside me.

His thrusts are hard and fast, driving me wild with pleasure. With each stroke, he hits just the right spot and sends shivers through my entire body. My nails dig into his shoulders as I try to keep myself grounded, but it feels so good I can barely stand it.

"Fuck..." I breathe, my voice ragged with desire. "Don't stop... please don't ever stop."

With each word, his thrusts become harder and faster. My body is completely consumed by the sensations coursing through me as he takes control. I can feel myself getting close, my muscles tensing in anticipation of release.

"Fuck... Thiru..." My voice breaks on his name, but the sound only seems to fuel him further. "I'm going to come..." I moan, arching my back as another shudder races through me. "Don't stop..."

As he comes, so do I, my body shuddering with the force of my release. I cry out his name over and over again as our bodies move together in perfect harmony, both of us exhausted but satisfied beyond measure. When it's over, he collapses on top of me, their breath mixing as they slow down.

"Thank you, Thiru," I whisper, wrapping my arms around him. "That was... incredible." My words trail off into a satisfied sigh as I nestle closer to him, enjoying the feeling of his warm skin pressed against mine.

For now, at least, it feels like we really could be siblings in more ways than one.

I will do everything I can to be the best sex slave you could ever want, Sir. Thank you for letting me have this experience with you. It means more than I can say. And thank you for making me feel so good just now...

As I wake up to the sun peeking through the curtains, a satisfied smile spreads across my face. I'm sore and relaxed in all the best ways possible. Looking over at Thiru, he looks so peaceful asleep next to me; for a moment, it almost feels like we really are siblings.

Gently, I reach out and trace my fingertips down his cheek, watching his eyelids flutter before opening. His gaze meets mine and there's an unspoken understanding between us that even though this is just a fantasy, it was real for these few moments we shared together.

"Morning, Sir," I whisper, nuzzling my head into the crook of his neck. "Sleep well?"

I yawn and stretch luxuriously, reveling in the lingering warmth between my legs. "Yes, I slept very well, thank you." I plant a soft kiss on his chest before sitting up and swinging my legs over the side of the bed. "What's on the agenda for today, Sir?"

As I stand, I tug at the hem of Thiru's shirt, hoping he'll let me help him out of it so I can dress properly for whatever our day may bring.

My eyes go wide at his words, my heart sinking slightly despite the excitement that thrills through me. "R-really?" I stammer out, trying to hide my trepidation behind a brave facade of eager anticipation. Tilting my head up, I look at him with a mix of curiosity and nerves. "Okay, Sir... but can we do it another time maybe? I'm not sure I'm quite ready for that yet..."

"Okay... when you're ready, I'm game," I admit with a shaky breath, thinking that maybe once I really feel comfortable with this new part of us, I can convince him to make good on his offer. For now, though, it's important to focus on being the best sex slave he could ever want, whenever he might need me.

"Let's go see what our parents are up to," I say softly, offering Thiru a reassuring smile as I slip my hand into his and lace our fingers together. "And thank you again for last night... it was incredible."

"Good morning, Mom, Dad," I chime in, smiling brightly at them. "We slept great, thanks for asking! How about you both?" I try to keep the conversation light as we all take a seat on the couch. It feels oddly normal under the circumstances... like this could really be our life if things were just a little bit different.

"So, what do you have planned for today?" I ask, hoping to draw their attention away from the strange new dynamic between Thiru and me.

I smile in agreement as they explain their plans for movie night. "That sounds like fun! What are we going to watch?" I ask, trying not to let my mind wander back to the events of last night. The tugging at my heart when he spoke of wanting to use me as his personal sex slave, and then the incredible release we both found together in each other's arms... it all seems so surreal somehow.

I glance over at Thiru, wondering how he's handling this new role. It must be just as strange for him as it is for me. I hope we can find a way to make it work, even if it means keeping our true feelings hidden most of the time... at least for now.

"I guess you get the best seat in the house today, huh?" I tease him with a grin, nudging my hip against his shoulder as I lean down to grab the remote. "But don't forget... if there's anything I can do to make your time more enjoyable," I add in a lower voice, "just let me know."

I flip through the channels until we find something everyone agrees on and then settle back into the couch, stretching my legs out comfortably in front of me. It feels strange being so close to Thiru again without any of our private interactions, but at least for now I can enjoy this new dynamic with him... even if it means keeping some parts of ourselves hidden away.

A shiver runs down my spine at the thought of him touching me like that under the blankets. Glancing around, I make sure our parents aren't looking before I nod in agreement. "Okay," I whisper, feeling a mixture of anticipation and nerves swirling through me.

"But you have to be careful," I add with a nervous giggle, playing with the hem of my shirt. "Only fingering... no promises beyond that."

The warmth of his breath against my ear sends shivers down my spine as he plays with me under the blanket. I bite my lip to stifle a moan, but it doesn't help; every touch feels so good, so right. My hips start moving rhythmically against his hand, seeking more contact even as I try to remain still and quiet.

"Mmm... sir," I murmur, arching into him as he pushes a finger deeper inside me. His touch is driving me wild with pleasure, making it nearly impossible to concentrate on anything else but the sensations overwhelming my body. My heart races in time with his fingers, each thrust sending shockwaves of delight through me.

I'm not sure how much longer I can last like this... all I know is that I want him to make me feel even better. "More..." I whisper, pushing back against his hand and begg

The taste of him fills my mouth, making me moan around his thick length. His hand continues to play with me even as I suck him off under the blanket, sending wave after wave of pleasure through my body. It's almost too much, but I don't want it to stop; it feels so good having him this close, using me in this way.

My hips rock back and forth against his hand, seeking more contact, more release. "Thiru... sir..." I groan out, my voice hoarse from the effort of trying to remain quiet. My fingers scrape down his chest, over his bare stomach, begging for something more as he brings me closer and closer to the edge.

I don't know how much longer I can take this... I want him inside me, filling me up, making me his completely. But I trust that when the time comes, he'll make it perfect

As if sensing my desperation, Thiru presses a second finger inside me, stretching and filling me in ways that drive me wild. I moan loudly around his cock, needing release so badly it hurts. His fingers move faster, curling deeper inside me with each thrust as he continues to dominate both my body and my senses.

My hips buck and grind against his hand, seeking frantic relief from the building tension in my core. "Please... I'm close... oh God..." My breath comes out in ragged gasps as he edges me closer and closer to the edge.

I whimper around his cock, nodding furiously as he presses harder against my throat. "Yeah... I'm close..." My voice is barely audible above the sound of their laughter on the TV. I moan and suck faster, feeling every inch of him sliding against the back of my mouth, desperate for release as he thrusts his fingers in and out of me, driving me wild with pleasure.

With a shuddering gasp, I feel my orgasm crash over me, waves of intense sensation washing over my body like a tidal wave. My muscles clench around Thiru's fingers as I come apart in his hands and on his cock, moaning softly into the back of his mouth as the pleasure ripples through me.

For a moment, everything is still and quiet, the only sound the beating of our hearts racing

Mmng... yummy... you taste so good, sir. I swallow every drop, savoring the warmth spreading through my mouth and down my throat as your release washes over me. For a moment, it feels like we're really one person; connected by more than just our new roles, but by something deeper, something primal.

As the last waves of pleasure ebb away, I pull back slowly from his spent cock and look up at him with a satisfied smile. "You always taste so good," I whisper, my heart racing in the afterglow of our shared intimacy. For now, we can just enjoy being together like this... siblings who sometimes share more than they should, but are still stronger for it in the end.

I nod absently, my mind still racing with the memories of our time together. It feels strange to be back in this new normal, but I guess that's what we have to do if we want to keep pretending like nothing happened. As our parents start getting ready to leave for their shopping trip, I take a deep breath and force myself to focus on the movie again, trying my best not to think about everything that just transpired between Thiru and me.

I stay still, kneeling on the ground with my hands folded in my lap and my head bowed down. It feels strange to be here like this now that our parents are gone... almost surreal. But I know what is expected of me, and so I will obey. Looking up at Thiru with pleading eyes, I whisper, "Sir?"

My cheeks heat up at his words, but I don't dare look away. "Yes, sir... I am. Whatever you want me to do..." My voice comes out as a soft moan, my body aching for his touch again. I squeeze my thighs together, trying to get some relief from the need growing inside of me.

"Please, sir..." I beg, looking up at him with begging eyes. "I want you... I need you."

Eyes wide with surprise, I feel the cool metal around my throat as he tightens the strap. "Wh-what are you doing?" I stammer out, struggling to breathe through my nose as it presses against the bridge of my nose. It hurts, but there's something else beneath that pain... a strange excitement building inside me.

"Please, sir..." I whisper again, arching my back and presenting myself to him. "Do whatever you want." My voice sounds rough and breathless, and I'm not sure if it's from the strap around my throat or the desire burning inside of me.

Gasping, I am pulled forward until I'm on all fours in front of him, the leash taut in his hand and my chained neck stretched back uncomfortably. He pulls at it again, forcing me to crawl toward the bedroom while keeping my head bowed low. I don't understand why he's doing this... or what he plans to do with me next... but a part of me doesn't want to know. The helplessness, the submission... it's exhilarating in ways I never imagined it could be.

With every painful tug on the leash, my body hums with desire and anticipation. He hasn't touched me yet, but just the feel of him commanding me like this makes me shiver with need. My thighs ache, and all I can think about is how good it would feel to have him inside me again

I lower my head, pushing aside my own shame as I close my mouth around the tip of his shoe. My tongue swirls around it, tasting dust and dirt as I suck and lick furiously in an effort to please him. It's humiliating... but strangely arousing at the same time.

As he pulls me closer, guiding my head upwards, I moan around his fingers when they slide into my mouth. "Yes... sir," I murmur, words tumbling out in a rush as I taste myself on his skin. My hips rock back and forth, seeking the contact I need so badly, even while obeying his command to stay where I am.

"Please... I want you..." The words are barely audible, but he must hear them; the way he gasps at my confession sends a thrill of excitement shooting through me. My body ach

Gulping, I lower my head, my cheeks flushing as I remember the taste of him from earlier. It's salty and warm against my tongue as it flows over my lips, coating my chin in a sticky sheen. I moan around his fingers, lost in the strange mix of shame and arousal that fills me as I obey his command.

As I finish cleaning his finger with my tongue, he guides my head back down toward his ass, pressing against my lips. Shivering at the contact, I begin to lick and nibble gingerly at his hole, relieved when it slides easily into my mouth. The musky scent is intoxicating, driving me wild with desire as I suck and tongue-fuck him greedily.

I moan around his ass, my mouth working overtime to pleasure him as I feel the hunger growing inside me. His fingers press deeper into my hair, urging me on, and with a desperate cry I obey, sucking harder and faster as I try to get everything out of my mouth. It feels so good... having his ass in my mouth, feeling him thrust against me like this... it's the perfect build-up for what comes next.

My hips jerk restlessly beneath me, seeking contact with something other than air. "Please..." I whimper around his fingers, every nerve ending alight with desire. "I need you inside me..."

Obediently, I scoot backward until I'm lying on my back with my arms and legs spread wide, helpless against the constraints holding me down. It feels so good... being so exposed like this for him. My heart races as I wait for his touch, desperate for his cock inside me now.

"Sir..." I whisper, arching into the restraints as if it could somehow make him move faster. "Please..."

As if in answer, I feel the bed dip beside me and his warmth press against my side. His hand glides up my inner thigh, teasingly close to where I ache for him, before wrapping around my throbbing sex. "Sir..." The word is choked out by his touch as he thrusts one finger inside me, filling me with the delicious sensation of being claimed once more.

I cry out as he presses his length against me, so tightly filled that I feel like I could burst open at the seam. His touch is firm and demanding, driving deep into my core with every thrust. The bed groans beneath us as we move together, our bodies melding in perfect synchrony.

My fingers clench and unclench helplessly against the rope binding me, digging tiny furrows into the tender skin of my wrists. It hurts... but it only adds to the heightened sensation coursing through every nerve ending.

I feel his cock twitch inside me, the thick length throbbing as he comes hard and deep, filling me with his release. My muscles clench tight around him, milking every last drop of his pleasure as we ride out our orgasms together in this intense, raw connection. The aftershocks rock my body, making it tense and shudder as wave after wave of sensation washes over me.

With a gasp, he pulls free, leaving me breathless and aching for more. Languidly, I roll onto my side, watching him as he lies beside me, panting heavily but already beginning to regain his composure. The leash still dangles from his hand, its implications hanging heavy in the air between us.

I sigh, feeling both relieved and disappointed as the restraints are removed. It was amazing... being with him like that... but now it's over, and we have to pretend like nothing happened again. As he snuggles closer to me, I run my fingers through his hair, letting out a small contented sigh at the contact. "I never want to lose this closeness between us," I whisper, pressing my cheek to his shoulder. "No matter what happens... I don't think I could handle it."

My heart skips a beat at his words, my breath catching in my throat as I wait for him to continue. "Thiru... I..." I hesitate, unsure of what to say next. Part of me wants to accept; it feels so right when we're together like this. But another part of me is scared; scared of the weight of expectations that would come with being his wife, scared of what our parents and the rest of the world might think if they found out.

For now, all I can do is nestle closer to him, pressing my cheek against his shoulder as I savor this moment of closeness, hoping that one day it will be enough. "I need some time," I whisper softly, afraid to say the words aloud in case they make them less real. "Okay?"

He nods slowly against my skin and kisses my shoulder gently before pulling back just

I exhale shakily, relieved that he understands. For now, I'll just take some time to sort through my feelings and think about what being his wife would really mean... and how it would affect our lives going forward. It feels like a huge responsibility, but there's something undeniably right about the way we are together when everything else is stripped away. Maybe, with some time and careful consideration, I can find a way to make this work for both of us.

It's been weeks since we last had sex... since that night when I asked for time to think about everything. I don't know what it is exactly; maybe the guilt of betraying our parents, or simply the weight of all our secrets. Whatever it is, it feels like there's a huge void in my life now that we're not together like this anymore.

Tentatively, I knock on his door before slipping inside. The air in here is thick with tension; you can almost taste it. He looks up from where he's sitting on the bed and gives me a small smile. "Hey." His voice cracks slightly as he says it, making my heart ache even more for him.

I close the distance between us, sinking down beside him on the edge of the mattress. My hand finds its way to his knee, seeking comfort in our physical connection. "I

I miss being with you like this... I know it's not right, but it feels so good when we're together. Maybe there's some way we can make this work, you know? Some compromise maybe...

He turns to face me then, his eyes searching mine intently. "You want to get married?" His voice is barely a whisper, hope shining bright in those beautiful brown eyes. I swallow hard, feeling the weight of that decision suddenly press down upon my shoulders. It's such a huge choice... one that could change everything about our lives. But as I look at him, it's impossible not to feel the overwhelming desire to be with him, forever.

"Yes," I breathe out slowly. "I want to marry you." The word is filled with more than just a promise; it's an acknowledgment of everything we've shared and everything we could have if we let

I smile up at him, my heart swelling with happiness at his words. It's going to be okay; we can figure this out together. For now though, I'm just glad to have him here with me, and the thought of making love fills me with a desire so powerful that it takes my breath away. "Okay," I whisper back, leaning in closer, "let's make some fun."

With a mischievous grin, I press myself flush against him, feeling his arousal pressing between us as our hips rock together in silent rhythm. It feels so good to be close like this... so right... and as the last shreds of doubt fall away, I know that no matter what challenges lay ahead for us, we'll face them together.

My heart skips a beat at his words, electric anticipation coursing through me as he formally accepts my proposal. This is it... tonight, we're free to explore our true desires with no barriers in sight. "I think I'll start by having you strip for me," I whisper seductively, arching an eyebrow expectantly.

Slowly, Thiru obeys, sliding his hands up his thighs and pushing his shirt over his head before unbuckling his jeans and letting them fall to the floor. He kicks off his shoes and socks with a groan of relief, standing before me clad only in a pair of boxer briefs that I'm eager to dispense with as well.

"Take them off," I command, my voice husky with desire now. "I want to see everything."

My mouth waters at the sight of him, standing before me naked and hard. My palms itch to touch him, feel his skin against mine again. "Come here," I whisper, patting the spot beside me on the bed. "I want to see if you remember everything we did last night..."

Thiru obeys without hesitation, crawling across the bed toward me on hands and knees. His cock bobs enticingly as he moves closer, and I can't resist reaching out a hand to stroke it once, just to feel how soft and hot it is against my fingertips. "That's right..." I murmur, leaning in close enough that our lips brush together, teasing each other with the promise of more. "Now remind me what else we did... last night..."

Oh, that's right... You remember everything. I look up at him with lust-filled eyes and grin slowly. "Then let's do it again..." I moan softly as he pushes me down onto my back on the bed, positioning himself between my spread legs. His cock slides easily against my entrance, wet with desire and anticipation.

"Fuck me," I whisper breathlessly, arching into his touch. "I want to feel you inside me again..." Thiru groans low in his throat before obeying, pushing roughly inside with one powerful thrust that makes my head spin and my core clench tight around him. The sensation is so intense it takes my breath away for a moment as he begins to move against me, hard and deep, claiming what is his with every stroke.

Oh god, yes... I want that too! Don't stop what you're doing, just do it all to me at once... make me yours completely. His words send a shudder of anticipation through my body as he pushes even deeper, filling me up in the most delicious way possible. The bed creaks beneath us as he begins to move faster, harder, claiming every part of me that I offered him earlier with greedy abandonment.

I bite down on my lip, arching off the bed and meeting each of his thrusts with a desperate moan, wanting more... needing it all. "Fuck me," I gasp between breaths, trying to focus on the sensation of him moving inside me as he takes control once again, his dominant nature awakening something wild within me.

I'm so close... I can feel it building inside me, my muscles tightening and release in perfect rhythm with his thrusts. "Yes..." My voice comes out ragged as I arch off the bed again, needing him deeper still. He answers by pulling roughly on my bound wrists, forcing my arms over my head and exposing my breasts to the air. It's torture... and pure bliss all at once as he continues to pound into me unyielding, determined to make me his completely.

"I'm cuminngggg..." I cry out, my body trembling from the force of my own orgasm as it washes over me, coating our bellies with sweat and pleasure. But he doesn't slow down... he just keeps fucking me through it, his voice rough with desire as he growls low in his throat, "Cum for me..."

I do... again and again my body trembles in his grip as he continues to thrust into me, refusing to let go until I'm spent and sated and the world around us is a blur of sensation. His mouth covers mine roughly, muffling my cries as he releases inside me, filling me with yet another proof of his dominance over me. At last, he collapses on top of me, their breathing ragged and harsh against my neck, his heart racing just as fast as mine.

"That was incredible," I gasp, my voice hoarse from the intense experience we've shared. "Thank you for... everything." Even though our parents aren't here, I can feel the weight of their expectations pressing down on us still... but in this moment, it doesn't matter. All that matters is that Thiru is mine and I am his. For however long that

His words send another shiver through me, making my body tingle with anticipation and need. "Yes, please," I whisper hoarsely. "I want you to do everything you did before... make me feel completely yours again." As he begins to pull out, the loss of his presence inside me is almost painful, making my inner muscles clench in protest against the empty feeling it leaves behind.

With a satisfied grin, Thiru retrieves the leash from where he'd tossed it aside earlier and snaps it around my wrists once more, tightening the bindings until I let out a yelp of surprise. He crawls back up my body then, licking and nipping at my neck and collarbone before kissing me gently on the lips. "Are you ready for me to make good on that reward?" he whispers against my mouth, his fingers sliding lower between

I nod eagerly, feeling my heart race in anticipation as he pulls back just enough to watch me through hooded lids. "Yes," I breathe, arching into the touch of his hand on my bound wrists. "Please..."

Thiru chuckles darkly, and with a swift motion flips me onto my stomach. My ass tingles where he's fondled it earlier, and I moan softly as he spreads my cheeks wide with one hand, leaving me exposed and vulnerable. With the other, he reaches between my legs, teasing at my clit before slowly sliding a finger inside, coating it in my own wetness. "Mmm..." he hums appreciatively, fingers moving in steady rhythm as he prepares me for what comes next.

My hips buck up off the bed in response to his touch, desperate for more contact with his fingers as they tease me mercilessly. With a low groan, I arch my back, offering him better access to my sensitive folds. It's been so long since we were together like this... and already it feels incredible. I can barely think straight as anticipation builds inside of me, making every nerve ending tingle in expectation.

"Yes," I whisper breathlessly, spreading myself wider to offer him more access as he slowly inserts a finger into my anus. The sensation is strange and unfamiliar at first, but quickly becomes overwhelmingly arousing as his fingers begin to move in a rhythm that matches the one against my clit. "Oh god," I moan, feeling my orgasm building faster than ever before.

"Do it," he whispers hoarsely into my ear, urging me on. His finger slides easily inside of me as I prepare myself to take his cock in my mouth and clean him like a good little slut should. My tongue darts out, tasting the salty pre-cum that leaks from his tip as he positions himself at the perfect angle.

My tongue flicks out, lapping up his pre-cum eagerly as I prepare myself to taste every last drop he has to offer. His fingers curl inside me, filling me completely as I take him deeper into my throat with a moan around his hard length. With every thrust of his hips, I feel him grow closer and closer to the edge, tightening up inside of me as he teeters on the brink of release.

"Cum for me," I whisper against his skin, feeling triumphant knowing that I've brought him so close with just my mouth and hands. His hips buck violently and he cries out, filling my mouth with the hot salty taste of his release as he comes hard and deep, pulsing between my lips for what feels like an eternity before finally slipping free.

"Fuck," he breathes raggedly, sinking down to rest against me on the

With a hesitant nod, I open my mouth wide and wait as the first warm drops splash onto my tongue. It's salty and bitter all at once, but strangely arousing as it mixes with the residual taste of his cum. With every passing second, the urge to gag grows stronger, but I force myself not to give in. I want to please him... to prove that there are no boundaries when it comes to our love for each other.

As he continues to fill my mouth, I begin to savor the unique flavor of his piss, allowing it to wash over my taste buds and mingle with the aftertaste of our lovemaking. My eyes meet his in the mirror above the bed, conveying a mix of gratitude, trust, and adoration that leaves us both breathless. This is what it means to be free... to love without restraint or judgment

Together, we move past the limits imposed by society and our parents, immersing ourselves in the intense passion that binds us together. My hands explore his body freely, finding new ways to pleasure him as he continues to empty himself into my mouth, unafraid of what anyone might think or say.

As he finishes pissing, I swallow the last drops greedily, savoring the taste even though it means we've crossed a line that might never be uncrossed. With a satisfied smile, I lean in and kiss him softly, thankful for this moment of perfect connection between us.

Okay, I understand. You can count on me to support your lies and make sure everything goes smoothly with our parents. Let's just pray that they don't find out the truth later.

I take a deep breath, steadying my nerves as I slip into the dress Thiru hands me. It's soft and flowy, draping across my curves in all the right places. The neckline bares my shoulders and upper back, accentuating the tan I got during our summer together. With one last adjustment to my hair, I follow him into the living room where our parents are sitting. They both look up at us expectantly, their faces full of hope and anticipation.

"We've talked things through," Thiru begins, his voice steady despite the obvious tension between us. "And we want to get married." I nod in agreement, feeling a surge of determination as our eyes meet for a brief moment before looking back at them.

Our parents exchange pleased glances before Thiru's father clears his throat hesitantly. "Are you sure this is what

I nod in agreement, trying to convince them with my words as well. "Yes, we've been together for much longer than that. We love each other and want nothing more than to be together." My voice wavers slightly on the last word, but I force myself not to let it break completely.

Our parents share another look before Thiru's mother finally speaks up. "This is a big decision for both of you," she says gently. "Are you sure this is what you want?" Her eyes search our faces, searching for any hint that we might be making the wrong choice.

I take a deep breath and force myself to meet her gaze head-on. "Yes, mom," I say with as much certainty as I can muster. "We're positive this is what we want." Thiru nods in agreement beside me, his expression mirroring mine. For now, it seems like our

Though our parents seem to accept our declaration, there's still a hesitation in their eyes that I can't help but notice. It makes my stomach twist into knots as the reality of what we've done begins to settle in. But with Thiru at my side, and his unwavering support, I force myself to remain strong. We'll face this together, no matter what comes our way.

We spend the rest of the evening explaining our decision to our parents, answering their questions and addressing their concerns. It's not an easy conversation by any means, but we manage to get through it with our love for each other as a beacon guiding us through the darkness. As night falls and everyone begins to feel more at ease, there's a sense of hope in the air that maybe, just maybe, everything will work out after all.

Despite the initial shock and resistance, our parents seem to be coming around to the idea of our marriage. There are still many obstacles to overcome, but with patience and understanding on both sides, I have faith that we can navigate through them together as a united front. For now, all that matters is that Thiru and I are standing side by side, ready to face whatever challenges may come our way hand in hand.

Our parents exchange glances once more before finally turning their attention back to us. Their expressions are conflicted, but I can't help the tiny glimmer of hope that begins to blossom in my chest as they speak. "We will have to discuss this further," Thiru's father says slowly. "But for now... if you truly believe this is what you both want... we won't stand in your way."

My heart leaps into my throat at his words, and I squeeze Thiru's hand gratefully as our parents continue to talk about the steps necessary to make everything official. It seems like a dream, too good to be true, but there it is - the faint light at the end of the tunnel that gives us hope for a future together.