I am floating in the warm Jacuzzi water when Jeffery appears. He slips through the grass barefoot and wearing only blue trunks while a smile stretches across his face. A heart attack seems imminent to me, but he dismisses it by laughing and joining me in complaining about the house's silence. He states, "Insomnia is a real pain in the ass," while the steam envelops us and bubbles hit my face. I express my wish that this experience could help me fall asleep. As we drift together under the cool night sky, I question if he can detect the rapid beating of my heart amid the steamy atmosphere. I'm uncertain whether I feel happy to see him or angry that he appeared. I am totally awake now, and there's nowhere to hide.
The yard is still except for us. The environment feels intensely vital and immediate, although I believe I possess this space solely. His lengthy arms expand over the sides while he monitors my presence through the ascending steam. His relaxation while sitting there with all his muscles and blue eyes makes me question how much longer I can endure this.
He draws slightly nearer, his arm touches mine, and I sense a rush of warmth traveling up my neck, which isn't caused by the hot water. I tell him he scared me half to death while silently wishing that my words didn't reveal how true they felt. "I thought you were asleep hours ago."
His laugh echoes with a deep vibration that fills the nighttime air. How can a guy even get some peace in his own Jacuzzi?
The casual tone of his words does not match his intense stare toward me. I'm considering leaving and saying I need fresh air, but that means I'd have to move. I'd reveal how much he's flustered me just by moving away, yet I sit motionless while water trails his shoulders beneath his knowing smile.
"You got a problem with having company?" He arches an eyebrow, leaning back. The way his body slices through the water makes me hate that I love watching him.
I shake my head to pretend this isn't as shocking as it truly feels while trying to hide my inner panic. "If I say yes, will you leave?"
"Nope," he says, extending the word while delivering another smile.
My breath steadies as I try to appear calmer than my racing heart suggests. "Didn't think so."
In the warm water, I feel liberated, as if the night spreads endlessly. He adjusts his position to settle deeper into the water. I search for stability while faking indifference to the heat that spins my head both positively and negatively. He's my stepbrother named Jeffery, whom my body refuses to acknowledge. Not when he's this close.
"So I heard you got your ass kicked playing tennis today," he says while smoothly shifting the subject as if he had just entered the water.
I release a groan, which echoes through the space that separates us. "Yeah, don't remind me. Mom totally kicked my ass. I didn't know she was that good."
"She's full of surprises." He shifts his weight forward toward me while focusing all his attention on me.
Even though I roll my eyes, I find myself smiling. I realized too late that bringing her own tennis balls wasn't a sign of trustworthiness.
I laugh along with him this time and notice the tension between us starting to ease. It remains hidden beneath the surface, but I can now breathe freely. Our conversation begins with simple topics like my confusion between day and night in the expansive house and his struggle to locate the pantry. The situation feels almost like how it once was before he appeared outside my window and watched me touch myself.
My heart pounds as I hear about his day, along with his narrow escape from yet another phone call with his dad's business partner. He shakes his head as he comments about preferring to wrestle a bear while running his fingers through his damp hair. "Would probably be more fun."
I laugh and use humor to pretend that he's simply Jeffery instead of the man whose mere breathing makes my heart race. "Sounds intense."
He glances at me while his eyes narrow to deliver a playful challenge. You make this so intense by pretending you don't enjoy my company here.
The words struck me with the force of icy water, both shocking and undeniable. My mouth opens as I search for a clever response, but he continues speaking.
"Do you recall the night I observed you from your window?" He asks with a voice that transforms into a husky whisper, which carries a severe intensity that makes my spine tingle. "The way your eyes met mine while you started to pleasure yourself, perfectly matching the pace of my rhythm."
It's like the world stops. The bubbles continue while steam twists through the air, yet my attention remains fixed on him and the words suspended between us. I remember, all right. Each moment of it remains vivid in my memory, alongside the realization that he was pleasuring himself while I thought I was all alone.
His eyes lock onto mine, and I find myself drowning in the memory, unable to escape its grip. Everything's so close, so real. The silence becomes overwhelming as we both stand waiting, and the entire night appears to hold its breath for our next move.
He turns to me quietly and says, "Sis, I need to tell you that was really fucking hot."
His words settle heavily in the space between us while my throat tightens, and my heart beats rapidly. I struggle to look away, yet I find myself unable to break his mesmerizing gaze. My eyes stay fixed on his while I feel a tremor traveling down my back. I open my mouth, but words refuse to escape. My thoughts race uncontrollably like a cyclone while emotions surge around this man who stands as my stepbrother, my friend, and yet embodies something inexplicably more.
Jeffery moves nearer to me while speaking in a quiet voice that barely reaches my ears. "Since that night occurred, I haven't stopped thinking about what happened. Your gaze during that moment as you touched yourself made me feel drunk with desire." His gaze searches my eyes for any indication that I share his feelings.
My heart races against my chest while I take a deep breath. "I..." The words stumble and fall away before they can find their footing until he interrupts with his sultry whisper, saying, "It's okay, sis. Words aren't necessary. It might work better to show our desires through actions instead of speaking them. We shared a silent understanding that night when both of us simply observed each other."
I need to communicate something to make this right, but all I know is how to speak through touch and skin. The heat of the water rises in me, and my fingers respond to the burning intensity. I notice Jeffery's gaze on me, but the desire overwhelms any thoughts of consequences. His arm begins to move with a deliberate slowness that teases both of us. The steamy water hides everything except the look he gives me. This situation becomes so intense that I forget about our wrongdoing as though the night itself orchestrated this moment.
We're silent, but it doesn't matter. Words are the last thing I need. I shut my eyes to find a way into the water, but his look traps me like a gravitational force, bringing me closer. I'm aware that this situation is insane and that it's Jeffery here, but the good feelings right now make me not care.
He remains seated and observes me while time seems to slow down throughout the night. The world reduces to the dimensions of the Jacuzzi and the never-ending warmth that keeps expanding. I surrender to the sensation as the boundaries of my skin become indistinguishable from the surrounding bubbles.
I feel my fingers sink into the swirling water to caress my clit while I know he watches me with full awareness. The burning intensity of his gaze electrifies my skin while increasing the speed of my heartbeat. His hand starts moving uncertainly before gaining confidence with each stroke, while his arm rhythm communicates his hidden desires. Through the mist, I observe him while each passing moment intensifies the burning sensation inside me. My fingers push forward to separate my pussy lips until they reach deep inside my throbbing cunt.
I want him to stop, but I also want him to continue without ever stopping. His eyes challenge me, and I accept them because my body is beyond caring about morality. Our synchronized rhythm becomes the world's music through which secret desires are expressed in song.
My thoughts whirl between forbidden desires and the intense connection between us. I observe his face while watching him touch himself and notice his pleasure increasing. The sensations within me mirror his own because we act as reflections of the same yearning. Every effort I've made to resist this experience comes across as impossible and insane. It feels like my life has led up to this moment.
He approaches me while the water provides minimal resistance to his movement. He stands beside me with our thighs pressed together while our skin meets beneath the water's surface. My breath catches in my throat as his contact intensifies all sensations into sharper and more electrifying experiences. The steam gathers thickly around us, yet I feel ideally confined because I don't desire any escape.
His fingers trace my thigh, while each touch sets my skin ablaze. My body responds with eager tremors at the moment he claims me. While my legs spread wider to welcome him, his hand reaches my clit with an expert precision that causes me to gasp. I respond to his touch by arching towards him while craving more, and he responds by adding more pressure while his other hand expertly takes control of my fingers, which have been hiding.
He pulls me close and guides my hand to his erection. The heat of his cock persists even underwater, and my fingers encircle it while sensing my own pulse synchronizes with its rhythm. Our connection has been established through his contact with me and my contact with him. My strokes met his thrusts as we surrendered to the rhythm.
The water splashed around us in a disordered tempo that reflected the wild movement of our bodies. Our secret being exposed to the entire world didn't matter to me at all. My breath came out in short, desperate gasps that blended with his in the humid air to create a symphony of forbidden lust. The sounds of our sin-filled the night with raw intensity while I felt myself sinking beneath their weight. The focused thrust of his fingers inside me and his cock's hard pulse against my palm became my entire world as they created a throbbing desire and begged for release.
Our bodies moved as one with sweat and water, making them slick while urgency pushed us to unite with increasing force and speed. In sync with the rhythm, the bubbles in the tub frothed and popped with wild and untamed chaos that I didn't know I desired. I gripped his penis tighter while my thumb smeared precum across the enlarged head as I moved my hand in sync with his fingers thrusting inside me. Every shuddering gasp revealed my body's betrayal as my pussy greedily clamped around him, slick with wetness.
Guilt? Screw guilt. I don't have room for it anymore. He breathes heavily against my ear while his voice grows into a low growl that causes my spine to shiver. He whispers against my earlobe, "You're so fucking tight, sis," while his breath sends chills through me, and I whimper as my hips thrust against his touch. His being my stepbrother doesn't matter to me, and I know we're stepping into forbidden territory beyond repair. The sensations he creates in me are all that matter because his touch ignites my passion, and he's as vital to me as breathing.
In our passionate struggle, we locked together in a frantic dance driven by flesh and desire. My fingers moved across his cock in a desperate tempo while his fingers curved inside my pussy, searching for that blissful spot that caused stars to dance before my eyes. The pace and intensity kept building until I lost track of where my body ended and he began. Our experience escalated until we reached the brink, where heat and desire threatened complete domination over both of us.
The misty steam surrounded us and created a protective veil that wrapped our tired forms. My breathing became labored, and my chest moved with difficulty as I tried to control my breath while Jeffery's warm, slippery skin pressed against me. Our bodies stayed connected while the night preserved our hidden truth after everything happened. I recognized our behavior was reckless and wrong, but at that moment, it held no importance for me. What mattered was only his breathing rhythm, along with the water's comforting warmth, which brought me to realize that everything was now possible.
The intense feeling of my stepbrother's fingers traveling across my throbbing, eager pussy stayed with me throughout the next day. His expert technique triggered an unprecedented intensity of my climax, which made me yearn for more of that illicit pleasure.
During my daily routine, my mind repeatedly returned to my forbidden experience with my stepbrother. I experienced conflicting emotions of excitement and guilt despite myself. I touched myself while pretending to straighten my clothes and felt waves of pleasure remembering his fingers inside me and how his thumb teased my clit.
The sound of the door clicking shut, combined with the final locking mechanism, produced a thrilling surge through my body. The room became thick with charged air and unbearable heat as I found myself alone, and my skin began to prickle while my nipples formed tight peaks. I didn't waste a second. My hands began pulling my clothes away, as if I were discarding a stuffy second skin. The fabric made a soft sound as it descended to the floor and left me completely exposed and desperately needy.
I paused briefly, taking shallow breaths while trailing my fingers from my stomach along my hipbones and onto the damp, swollen area between my thighs. My cunt remained dripping wet because the memory of his touch—his rough, demanding fingers and his hot breath on my neck—still scorched my mind like a brand. I could almost feel his body against mine while his cock was hard and throbbing under my hand.
But he wasn't here. Not yet. I needed to satisfy myself with my own fingers at this moment.
I got onto the bed and spread my legs before I lay back on the pillows. My fingers moved across my skin in a playful dance as they teased my nipples while pinching and pulling them until they became stiff and ached. As I imagined him running his fingers over me while his mouth explored my breasts, his tongue sweeping over my sensitive flesh, I let out a soft moan with my head falling back. My hand descended along my stomach before moving through the silky hair and reaching the damp, swollen folds of my pussy.
A wave of pleasure raced to my core when my fingers touched my clit. I slowly moved my fingers in circles around it while teasing myself until I reached my breaking point. My fingers slipped inside me, which made me moan louder while my hips bucked against my hand as I imagined his thick cock stretching me open and filling me up.
"Fuck," I breathed out softly as my voice shook with desire. I pushed another finger inside myself to expand further and imagined his presence inside me and the sounds he would make me utter. My fingers plunged swiftly in and out of my wet cunt, while the sound of my arousal reverberated throughout the room. The heat surged through me while pressure wound tighter and tighter until I reached the edge, where I hovered on the brink of ecstasy.
I wasn't ready to come yet. Not yet. I desperately wanted to prolong this sensation so that I could enjoy each moment to its fullest. I pulled my fingers from my pussy and brought them to my mouth after slowing my movements. I cleaned them with my tongue while tasting my own salty-sweet flavor, which made me moan aloud. My fingers circled my clit slowly and deliberately while I pictured him observing me with lust-filled dark eyes as his hard, throbbing cock lay in his grasp.
I whispered, "Please," with a voice that sounded like a faint breath. "Please, I need you."
But he wasn't here. Not yet. The realization that I needed to finish this myself set in.
I moved my fingers faster now as I drove myself hard and deep in my hips, rocking against my hand while I chased the sweet release. The throbbing of my clit built up pleasure within me like a storm that grew stronger until it exploded. The tension inside me increased steadily until I reached the point where I could no longer contain it.
I shouted, "Fuck!" when the orgasm surged through me with relentless waves of pleasure until I trembled and gasped for air. My fingers continued to drive me through each moment while extracting every drop of ecstasy until I became spent, with my body shaking and limp.
I stayed motionless for some seconds while my chest pumped heavily and sweat coated my skin. The throbbing sensation remained in my body, and I continued to crave more intensity. This moment must serve as sufficient satisfaction for the time being.
For now.
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The evening stood out because our shadows danced like ghostly figures on the wall while the television light chased them. We labeled it movie night, but it ended up being a display of shadows and artificial politeness. We sat entwined on the loveseat, sharing soft laughs as we watched the screen drama unfold before us. I wished for a pause button...
