Addicted to family love

The digital clock on the nightstand flicked from 3:00 AM to 3:01 AM, an eerie glow casting long shadows across Clara's bedroom. She stared up at the ceiling, her blonde hair splayed out on the silk pillowcase, yellow eyes reflecting the dim light from the bedside lamp. Her body, still warm from another unsatisfying encounter, lay exposed under the thin sheet. She sighed, her breath misting in the cool air, and rolled over to her side.

"Another one bites the dust," she murmured, her voice a husky whisper.

She reached for her phone, the screen illuminating her face as she scrolled through her social media feeds. The usual suspects were there - friends from high school, old teammates, and a handful of ex-lovers. She paused at a picture of her and her latest fling, a chiseled jaw and a charming smile that had once made her heart flutter. Now, it just made her yawn.

She tossed the phone back onto the nightstand and sat up, the sheet falling away to reveal her toned body. She stretched, her back arching like a cat's, and padded over to the window. The moon hung low in the sky, casting a silver glow over the garden below.

Clara's eyes traced the familiar path of the picket fence that bordered her home, the ivy creeping up its posts like a living vine. She could see the flower beds, now dormant in the cool night air, waiting for the warmth of spring to bring them back to life. The sprawling lawn, once a vibrant green, was now a patchwork of brown and gold, the remnants of a long, hot summer.

She leaned against the window frame, her eyes drifting to the sprawling oak tree that stood sentinel in the corner of the yard. Its branches stretched out like welcoming arms, beckoning her to climb, to escape.

She was quiet, bored. Trying to understand the world around her because nothing else made her feel alive. 

The grace, the brilliance that she had seen in her former companions was now nothing more than the liminal emptiness of space.

The void.

That's what Clara felt, a vast emptiness that no amount of sex, no matter how kinky, could fill. She'd tried it all - the casual flings, the one-night stands, the whips and chains. But it was all just... empty.

She turned away from the window, her gaze landing on the mirror that hung on the wall opposite her bed. Her reflection stared back at her, a beautiful woman with short blonde hair, yellow eyes that seemed to hold a universe of secrets, and a body that was the envy of every woman and the desire of every man. Yet, there was a hollowness in her eyes, a restlessness that she couldn't shake off.

She was like a fine wine, aged to perfection, but left uncorked, her bouquet untasted, her flavor untapped.

She walked over to her dresser, the drawer creaking softly as she pulled it open. Her fingers traced the edge of a small, worn notebook, a relic from her teenage years. She picked it up, flipping through the pages filled with her girlish scrawl, dreams, and desires. Her eyes landed on a passage she had underlined, a quote from Anaïs Nin - "And the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom."

She closed the notebook, a sense of determination in her eyes.

She knew what she wanted, what she needed. She needed to feel alive, to feel something other than this gnawing emptiness. She needed to take a risk, to step out of her comfort zone.

She walked back to her bed, her steps echoing in the quiet room. She sat down, her fingers tracing the edge of her phone. She knew what she had to do. 

She opened her browser, her fingers flying over the keys as she typed in the website she had visited earlier that night. The one that had led her to this moment, this decision. The one that had shown her that her deepest desires were not so different from others.

In a desperate attempt, Clara took a silly internet quiz on fetishes, trying to find something that would give her life and sparkle. 

She answered a series of questions, all of them more profound or serious, but in the end the website gave a curious answer.

"Your dominant fetish is incest."

The words stared back at her, stark and bold, like a neon sign in the dark. She blinked, her heart pounding in her chest. It was a shock, a revelation that sent a shiver down her spine. But there was something else, something more. A thrill, a sense of forbidden excitement that she couldn't ignore.

She closed the browser. She had always known that her younger brother had feelings for her, had seen the way he looked at her, the way his eyes followed her around the room. But she had never acted on it, never even considered it.

It was taboo, forbidden, a line she had never thought to cross.

But maybe it's just the thing she needs to make her life make sense again.

To make her feel alive.

Clara took a deep breath, her mind made up. She picked up her phone and scrolled through her contacts until she found Matthew's name. She hesitated for a moment, her thumb hovering over the call button. This was it, the point of no return. Once she made this call, there was no going back.

In a fit of madness, she angrily throws her cell phone at the wall. Not knowing what to do, desperate, just wanting to feel something other than sleepy.

She gets up from where she was sitting, her body almost like a painting of Ancient Greece casting a shadow on the floor from the moonlight coming in from her window. She picks up her cell phone from the floor, decides that she will think long and hard before doing this, and that perhaps waiting to make contact in person during the day would be the ideal.

She walks over to her window, the cool night air brushing against her skin, and looks out into the darkness. The moon is still high in the sky, casting an ethereal glow over the garden below. She can see the outline of the oak tree, its branches swaying gently in the breeze.

It was time to sleep. 

Clara knew that the ideal was to sleep, but she simply didn't want to, she was too depressed, and sleeping perhaps increased that feeling.

She wanted to feel something other than this emptiness, this void. She wanted to feel alive, to feel a spark, a connection. She wanted to feel something other than the cold, empty sheets beside her.

She lay down on her bed,  her eyes fixed on the ceiling, her mind racing.

She thought about Matthew, his blonde hair, his brown eyes, he was perfect for making her feel live again, he wasn't ugly, he was her younger brother, and had desires for her. 

Convincing him to fuck me wouldn't be difficult at that point, she thought.

And she wasn't quite wrong.

Matthew had always been a bit of an enigma to her. He was her brother, after all, and they'd never been particularly close. He was a few years younger than her, and while they'd shared a house growing up, they'd never really shared much else. He was always more of a bookworm, his nose buried in some classic or another, while she was the cheerleader, the life of the party. But she'd seen the way he looked at her, the way his eyes followed her around the room. She'd seen the way he blushed when she caught him staring, the way he stammered when she spoke to him.

She always heard him calling her name in the bathroom during long baths. A low but clear voice. he clearly had desires for her, questioning that was out of the question.

Clara sighed, her fingers tracing the edge of the sheet. She knew this was wrong, taboo, but the thought of it sent a thrill down her spine. She wanted to feel alive, to feel something more than this emptiness. And right now, Matthew was the key to that.

She turned over onto her side, her eyes drifting shut as she let sleep take her. But her dreams were restless, filled with images of Matthew, his hands on her body, his mouth on hers. She woke up with a start, her heart pounding in her chest, her body aching with a need she couldn't deny.

The dream was still fresh in her mind, the feel of Matthew's hands on her skin, the taste of his lips on hers. She could still hear his low voice calling her name, could still feel the heat of his gaze on her body.

She looked at the clock. It was just past 7 AM. She had a few hours before Matthew would wake up and she could use that time to plan. She threw off the sheets, her body still tingling from the dream, and padded to the bathroom.

As she turned on the shower, she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror. Her yellow eyes were dark with desire, her cheeks flushed, her lips slightly swollen.

She looked like a woman who had been thoroughly kissed, thoroughly loved. But it was all a lie, a figment of her dream. She stripped off her pajamas, her body still warm from the dream, and stepped into the shower.

She showered and dressed, then went straight to the kitchen to prepare for her plan to seduce Matthew.

She was going to make him breakfast, something she hadn't done since they were kids. She wanted to catch him off guard, to make him feel special.

As she cooked, she could hear Matthew's footsteps on the stairs. He was still rubbing the sleep from his eyes when he entered the kitchen, his hair disheveled and his face unshaven.

"Morning," he mumbled, his voice still thick with sleep.

"Morning," Clara replied, turning to face him with a smile. "I thought I'd make you breakfast."

Matthew raised an eyebrow, surprised. "Really? Why?"

Clara shrugged, trying to keep her voice casual. "Just thought it would be nice."

Clara turned back to the stove, flipping the pancakes with a practiced ease. "Coffee's on the counter if you want some."

Matthew hesitated for a moment before pouring himself a cup. He took a sip, his eyes watching Clara as she moved around the kitchen. She was dressed in a simple t-shirt and jeans, her hair still damp from the shower, but there was something different about her today. She seemed... softer, more approachable.

"Here you go," Clara said, placing a plate of pancakes in front of him. "Eat up before they get cold."

Matthew sat down, his eyes widening at the sight of the food.

"Wow, Clara, this is... really good," Matthew said, his voice filled with genuine surprise. Clara just smiled, taking a seat across from him with her own plate.

"So, Matt," Clara began, her voice casual as she cut into her pancakes. "How have you been? It feels like we haven't really talked in ages."

Matthew looked up from his plate, his brown eyes meeting hers. "I've been good, I guess. Just been working on my thesis, so that's taken up most of my time."

Clara nodded, taking a bite of her pancakes. "That's right, you're working on that big history project, aren't you? How's that going?"

Matthew shrugged, a small smile playing on his lips.

"It's going alright, I guess. It's a lot of work, but I'm enjoying it."

Clara nodded, her eyes sparkling with interest. "That's great, Matt. I always knew you were going to do something amazing with that big brain of yours."

Matthew blushed at the compliment, his eyes dropping to his plate. Clara watched him, a small smile playing on her lips. She had always loved making him blush, it was such an easy thing to do. But today, she wanted more than just a blush. She wanted to see him squirm, to see him lose that cool, collected demeanor.

"So, Matt," Clara began, her voice taking on a more sultry tone.

"You know, I've been thinking about something lately."

Matthew looked up from his plate, his eyes meeting hers. "Oh yeah? What's that?"

Clara leaned back in her chair, her eyes never leaving his. "I've been thinking about how much I've missed you around here. You've always been so quiet, so reserved. But I think there's more to you than meets the eye."

Matthew shifted in his seat, his cheeks flushing a deeper shade of red. "What do you mean?"

Clara took a sip of her coffee, her eyes never leaving his. "I mean, I've seen the way you look at me sometimes. Like you have something you want to say, but you're holding back." Clara's voice was soft, almost teasing, but there was an undercurrent of seriousness that Matthew couldn't ignore.

He swallowed hard, his eyes flicking away from hers for a moment before returning to meet her gaze. "I don't know what you're talking about, Clara," he said, his voice steady despite the pounding of his heart.

Clara smirked, leaning forward slightly. "Oh, come on, Matt. You can't fool me. I've seen the way your eyes follow me around the room. The way you blush when I catch you staring." She paused, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "I've even heard you... calling my name in the bathroom," Clara said, her voice dropping to a low whisper.

Matthew's face turned a shade of crimson that Clara had never seen before. He looked like he was about to burst into flames right there at the kitchen table. "Clara, I... I don't know what you're talking about," he stammered, his hands shaking slightly as he picked up his fork.

Clara chuckled softly, her eyes never leaving his face.

"You don't have to be embarrassed. I'm not going to judge you." She leaned forward, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper.

"I've always known there was something between us, Matt. I've seen the way you look at me, the way you... touch yourself when you think I'm not looking."

Matthew's face turned an even deeper shade of red, and he dropped his fork with a clatter.

"I don't know what to say." he stammered, his hands shaking as he pushed his plate away.

Clara reached across the table, her hand resting on his.

"It's okay, Matt. I'm not here to judge you. I'm here because I want to know what you're feeling."

Matthew looked up at Clara, his brown eyes wide with surprise and a hint of fear.

Clara took a deep breath, her heart pounding in her chest. She knew she was playing with fire, but she couldn't stop now. She had come this far, and she was determined to see it through.

"I mean," she said, her voice steady despite the butterflies in her stomach. "I want to know what it's like to be with you. I want to know what you've been dreaming about, what you've been thinking about when you're... alone in your room." Clara finished, her voice barely above a whisper.

Matthew's eyes widened in shock, his mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water. He looked like he was about to say something, but no words came out. Instead, he just stared at Clara, his face a mix of confusion and disbelief.

Clara squeezed his hand gently, her thumb tracing small circles on his skin. "You don't have to be embarrassed. I want to know what you've been thinking about. I want to know what you want."

Clara's voice was soft, almost coaxing, as she kept her eyes locked onto Matthew's. She could see the struggle in his gaze, the internal debate raging within him. She knew she was pushing him, pushing the boundaries of their relationship, but she didn't care. She needed to know if this was real, if this desire she saw in his eyes was genuine.

Matthew swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing in his throat. He looked away from Clara for a moment, his eyes darting around the kitchen as if searching for an escape. But Clara didn't let him go. She kept her hand on his, her thumb still tracing those small circles on his skin.

She could feel his pulse racing beneath her touch, his heart pounding like a drum in his chest. She knew she was pushing him, pushing him to a place he had never been before. But she couldn't stop now. She needed to know.

Matthew took a deep breath, his eyes finally meeting hers again. There was a mix of fear and excitement in his gaze, a storm of emotions that Clara could see swirling beneath the surface. She smiled softly, encouraging him to continue.

"I... I've been thinking about you," Matthew admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. "A lot."

Clara's heart skipped a beat at his admission.

She had been right, she had seen it in his eyes, but hearing it out loud sent a shiver down her spine. She took a deep breath, her voice steady as she asked, "I want to hear it, tell me." Clara's eyes were locked onto Matthew's, her heart pounding in her chest. She could feel the tension in the air, the electricity that seemed to crackle between them.

Matthew hesitated for a moment, his eyes flicking away from hers before returning to meet her gaze. He took a deep breath, his voice barely above a whisper as he began to speak.

"I've always had feelings for you, Clara. Ever since I was old enough to understand what those feelings meant. I've tried to push them down, to ignore them, but they're always there, lurking in the back of my mind. Every time I see you, every time I hear your voice, they come rushing back, stronger than ever."

Clara's heart was pounding in her chest, her breath coming in short gasps as she listened to Matthew's confession. She had expected him to be embarrassed, to stammer and blush his way through the conversation. But he was being open, honest, and it was making her feel things she hadn't felt in a long time.

“Be honest with me, tell me what you want” Clara asked

" When I see you, I... I imagine things," Matthew continued, his voice growing steadier as he spoke. "I imagine what it would be like to touch you, to kiss you. I imagine what you would look like without your clothes on, what your skin would feel like under my fingers."

Clara's breath hitched in her throat at his words, her body responding to the image he was painting with his voice. She could feel the heat building between her legs, the ache that was growing with each word he spoke.

"I imagine what it would be like to be with you, to feel you beneath me, to hear you moan my name," Matthew said, his voice growing more confident with each word.

"I've thought about it so many times, Clara. More times than I can count."

Clara's heart was pounding in her chest, her body aching with a need that she couldn't deny. She could see the desire in Matthew's eyes, the hunger that matched her own. She needed to know what it would be like to be with him, to feel him inside her.

She leaned forward in her chair, her hand still resting on Matthew's. She could feel the heat of his skin, the pulse of his desire.

“Have you... have you ever touched yourself... while thinking about me? Tell me about it,” Clara asked, her eyes fixed on Matthew's gaze on the horizon as she tried to escape Clara's gaze.

“I want to know everything.”

Matthew hesitated for a moment before nodding, his cheeks flushing a deeper shade of red. “Yes,” he admitted softly. “I have.”

Clara's heart skipped a beat at his admission. She had been right; he had been thinking about her, touching himself while thinking about her. The thought sent a shiver down her spine, a mix of excitement and arousal coursing through her veins.

“Tell me,” Clara urged, her voice barely above a whisper. “Tell me what you do.”

He seemed to be gathering his thoughts, trying to find the right words to describe what he had been doing.

“I... I usually start in my room,” he began, his voice low and steady. “I close the door behind me and make sure I’m alone. Then I... I undress.”

Clara's breath hitched in her throat as she imagined Matthew undressing in his room, his body bare and exposed.

“And then?” she prompted, her voice barely above a whisper.

“I... I touch myself,” Matthew admitted, his cheeks flushing a deeper shade of red.

“And then you think about me?” Clara asks while barely letting Matthew finish his sentence.

Matthew nods, his eyes meeting hers briefly before looking away again. “Yes,” he admits softly. “I think about you. About how you look, how you smell, how you taste.”

Clara’s heart races at his words. She can almost feel his hands on her body, his mouth on hers. She takes a deep breath, trying to steady herself. “Tell me more,” she urges.

Matthew takes another sip of his coffee before continuing. “I imagine what it would be like to kiss you. To feel your lips against mine, your tongue in my mouth.”

Clara’s breath hitches at the image his words paint.

She can feel the heat building between her legs, her body aching for more. She leans in closer, her voice barely above a whisper. “And what else, Matt? What else do you imagine?”

Matthew swallows hard, his eyes flicking away from hers for a moment before returning to meet her gaze. “I imagine... touching you,” he admits softly. “I imagine running my hands over your body, feeling your skin under my fingers. I imagine what it would be like to touch you between your legs, to feel how wet you are for me.”

Clara’s breath catches in her throat at his words, her body clenching with desire.

She can feel the heat building between her legs, her panties growing damp with her arousal. She needs to keep control, to keep this conversation going.

She needs to hear him say it all. "Tell me how," she whispers, her eyes locked onto his. "Tell me how you touch yourself while thinking about me."

Matthew's breath hitches, his eyes widening in surprise at her boldness. But he doesn't pull away. Instead, he takes a deep breath and begins to speak, his voice low and steady.

"I start slowly," he says, his eyes never leaving hers. "I close my eyes and imagine you're there with me. I can see you, standing in front of me, your eyes meeting mine.

I reach out, my hand trembling slightly as I touch your cheek. Your skin is soft, warmer than I imagined. I trace the line of your jaw, your neck, your collarbone. You're breathing heavily now, your chest rising and falling with each breath.

My hand moves lower, tracing the curve of your breast through your shirt. I can feel your nipple hardening under my touch, and I can't help but let out a low groan. You're watching me, your eyes never leaving mine, and I can see the desire reflected in them.

I lean in, my lips brushing against yours. You part your lips, inviting me in, and I deepen the kiss.

My tongue explores your mouth, tangling with yours as we lose ourselves in the moment. I can feel your hands on my chest, your fingers tracing the lines of my muscles through my shirt.

I pull away, my breath coming in ragged gasps. You're watching me, your eyes filled with desire. I can't resist any longer. I reach for the hem of your shirt and pull it over your head, revealing your perfect breasts. They're just as I imagined them, full and round, with nipples that are already hard and ready for my touch.

I lean in again, my mouth capturing one of your nipples as my hand cups the other breast.

You gasp, your back arching as I suckle gently, my tongue swirling around the hard peak. You moan softly, your hands tangling in my hair as you press me closer.

I can feel your heart pounding against my chest, your body trembling with desire. I know I'm driving you wild, and it turns me on even more.

“Enough!” Clara suddenly interrupts Matthew's vivid description, her voice a mix of frustration and desire. “I can't take this anymore. I need to know what it feels like.”

Matthew looks at her, his eyes wide with surprise and a hint of fear. “Clara, are you sure? We can't just...” He trails off, his voice barely above a whisper.

Clara stands up from her chair, her eyes locked onto Matthew's. She can see the desire in his gaze, the hunger that matches her own. She takes a deep breath, her voice steady as she speaks.

“I'm sure,” she says, her voice filled with determination.

“I need to know what it feels like to be with you, Matthew. I need to feel you inside me.”

Matthew's eyes widen in shock, his mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water. He looks like he's about to say something, but no words come out. Instead, he just stares at Clara, his face a mix of confusion and disbelief.

Clara takes a step closer to him, her hand reaching out to cup his cheek. She can feel the heat of his skin under her touch, the stubble of his beard rough against her palm. She leans in, her voice barely above a whisper as she speaks.

“Don't be afraid, Matthew,” she says, her eyes locked onto his.

“I want this. I want you.”

Matthew swallows hard, his eyes flicking away from hers for a moment before returning to meet her gaze. He looks like he's still trying to process what's happening, but Clara can see the desire in his eyes, the hunger that matches her own.

“But... what about...” he starts, his voice trailing off as he tries to find the words.

Clara smiles softly, her thumb tracing small circles on his cheek. “What about what?” she prompts.

“What about... us?” Matthew finally manages to say, his voice barely above a whisper. “What about our relationship? Our family?”

Clara takes a deep breath, considering his words.

She knows that their relationship is complicated, that they are siblings and that their actions could have consequences. But she also knows that she wants this, that she needs this. She needs to feel alive again, to feel desired and wanted.

“Matthew,” she says, her voice steady and sure. “I know that this is complicated. I know that we have to be careful. But I also know that I want this. I want you.”

Matthew looks at her, his eyes searching hers for any sign of doubt or hesitation. But all he sees is determination and desire. He takes a deep breath, his voice barely above a whisper as he speaks.

“I want this too, Clara,” he admits.

“I’ve wanted it for so long. But I’m scared. I don’t want to mess things up between us.”

Clara nods, understanding the weight of his words. She knows that their relationship is complicated, that they have to be careful.

"Just fuck me, your piece of shit. " Clara say while jump into Matthew arms and kiss him passionately.

Matthew was taken aback by Clara's sudden intensity but he didn't resist. He pulled her closer, his hands roaming over her body as he deepened the kiss. Their tongues danced together, exploring each other's mouths with a hunger that had been building for years.

Clara's hands moved to Matthew's chest, feeling the hard muscles beneath his shirt. She pulled it off, revealing his toned body. Matthew did the same, his eyes never leaving hers as he undressed her. They stood there for a moment, their bodies pressed together, their breaths coming in ragged gasps.

Clara could feel Matthew's heart pounding against her chest, his body trembling with desire. She looked up at him, her eyes filled with a mix of excitement and nervousness.

Clara smiled softly, her heart pounding in her chest. She reached up, her hand cupping his cheek as she pulled him down for another kiss.

Matthew's hands roamed over Clara's body, tracing the curves of her hips, her waist, her back. He could feel her shiver beneath his touch, her body responding to his every caress.

Clara's hands explored Matthew's body as well, her fingers tracing the lines of his muscles, feeling the heat of his skin. She could feel his desire pressing against her, hard and insistent. She broke away from the kiss, her breath coming in short gasps as she looked up at him.

This time, their kiss was slow and tender, a promise of what was to come.

Clara and Matthew were never the same from that moment on.

Their relationship had crossed a line that could never be uncrossed, and they both knew it. But they also knew that they couldn't go back, not now that they had tasted the forbidden fruit.

Clara found herself constantly thinking about Matthew, about the way his hands had felt on her body, about the way his lips had tasted. She would find herself blushing in the middle of conversations, her mind drifting back to their encounter. She would catch herself staring at him across the dinner table, her eyes lingering on his lips, his chest, his hands.

Matthew was no different. He would find himself stealing glances at Clara, his eyes lingering on her curves, her smile, her eyes.

He would catch himself daydreaming about her, about the way she had felt in his arms, about the way she had tasted. He would find himself hard and aching, his body responding to the mere thought of her.

Clara and Matthew spent most of the days flirting like two innocent lovebirds,  stealing glances and secret smiles.

They would find any excuse to touch each other, their hands brushing against one another's, their shoulders touching as they sat side by side on the couch. They were playing with fire, and they both knew it, but they couldn't help themselves. They were drawn to each other like magnets, their bodies craving the touch of the other.

They also fucked whenever they could, not always, much less often, but they did it.

The sound of the parents' car leaving the garage was like a bell, meaning that the house was now ready, alone, and prepared to receive their secret love.

They loved to do it on the balcony, risking a neighbor peeking in and seeing them, but they loved doing it.  in the open air, under the sun or the stars, depending on the time of day. The balcony was their secret spot, their little haven where they could be themselves without fear of judgment

One sunny afternoon, as Clara and Matthew lay entwined on the balcony after a particularly intense session, Clara propped herself up on one elbow and looked down at Matthew. His chest was heaving, his skin glistening with sweat, and his eyes were closed as he tried to catch his breath.

"Matthew," Clara said softly, tracing patterns on his chest with her finger. "I've been thinking."

Matthew opened one eye and looked up at her.

"About what?" he asked, his voice still breathless.

Clara smiled, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "About us," she said. "About what we're doing."

Matthew's other eye opened slowly, his gaze meeting hers. "What about us?" he asked, his voice steadying.

Clara hesitated for a moment before continuing. "I've been thinking that maybe we should take things further," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

Matthew raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Further?" he echoed. "Yes," she said.

"I mean, don't get me wrong, I love what we're doing. I love being with you, exploring this... this thing between us. But I feel like we're holding back. Like we're not giving ourselves completely to this... whatever it is."

Matthew was silent for a moment, considering her words. He knew exactly what she meant. They had been tiptoeing around each other, around their feelings, around the intensity of their connection. 

They had been playing it safe, keeping it casual, but Clara was tired of safe and casual. She wanted more. She wanted everything.

“What's on your mind?” Matthew asked, his voice soft and inviting.

He could see the wheels turning in Clara's mind, her eyes sparkling with a mix of excitement and nervousness.

Clara took a deep breath, her eyes never leaving Matthew's. "I want to... I want to try something new," she said, her voice steady despite the butterflies in her stomach. "Something that we haven't done before." "Like what?" he asked, his voice casual.

"Don't get me wrong, Matt, I love you, your body, your skin, the way you touch me, the way you touch yourself..." Clara says as her eyes wander over Matthew's body “And I want to never stop doing this to you, I want to do it forever.”

Clara says as she seeks Matthew's steady gaze.

“I love fucking you, I love your cock,  your hands, your mouth. But I want to try something different, something that will make us both feel alive and free. I want to push our boundaries together.”

Matthew's eyes widen slightly at her words, surprise flickering across his face before being replaced by a slow smile. "You mean... you want to try something kinky?" he asks, his voice steady.

Clara nods, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "Yes," she says.

Matthew is silent for a moment, considering her words.

Clara bit her lip, trying to find the right words. “I don’t know, exactly,” she admitted. “I just know that I want to explore, to push boundaries. I want to feel... alive.”

Matthew nodded, understanding her sentiment. “I get that,” he said. “But we need to be careful. We can’t just jump into something without thinking it through.”

Clara smiled, appreciating his caution. “I know that,” she said. “And I’m not suggesting we do anything crazy. I just want to... experiment a little.”

“I'm open to an suggestion, you know...” Clara says as she looks at the horizon again.

“I mean, I trust you, Matt. I know you won't suggest anything... Weird..."

Matthew looked at her, his expression softening. He knew that Clara was serious, that she was genuinely interested in exploring this new side of their relationship. 

"Alright," he said finally, his voice steady. "Let's do it. Let's try something new."

Clara's face lit up with a smile, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

"Really?" she asked, her voice filled with disbelief and joy.

“you know... I've always had a thing about doing things in public" Matthew says as he looks for Clara's gaze "I know it's risky, don't get me wrong... I just... like it.”

Matthew’s eyes sparkled with a mix of excitement and nervousness as he looked at Clara.

“You mean... like in public?” Clara asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Matthew nodded, his expression serious. “Yeah, I mean, we could find a secluded spot, somewhere we know no one will see us. But the thrill of it, the risk... it would be intense.”

Clara’s heart pounded in her chest as she considered his suggestion. The idea of being intimate with Matthew in public was both terrifying and exhilarating. She had never done anything like this before, and the thought of it sent a shiver down her spine.

“But what about... what if someone sees us?" Clara asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Matthew shrugged, a small smile playing on his lips. "That's the whole point." he said. "The risk of getting caught, the excitement of knowing that someone might see us at any moment... it's all part of the experience."

Clara bit her lip, considering his words. She had to admit, the idea of it was incredibly exciting. The thought of being with Matthew in public, of potentially being caught, sent a jolt of desire straight to her core.

She could feel herself growing wet at the mere thought of it, her body aching for him.

"Okay," she said finally, her voice steady despite the butterflies in her stomach. "Let's do it."

Matthew's face broke into a wide grin, his eyes lighting up with excitement. 

"But we have to be careful. We can't just... do it anywhere. We have to find the right spot."

Matthew nodded, his expression turning serious. "I agree," he said. "We need to be smart about this. Somewhere secluded, but not too far from home,"

Matthew said, his mind already racing with possibilities.

Clara nodded in agreement. "And we need to make sure we won't be interrupted. The last thing we want is to get caught by someone unexpected."

Matthew's eyes twinkled with mischief. "Well, that's part of the thrill, isn't it? The risk of getting caught?"

Clara rolled her eyes playfully.  Matthew laughed, pulling her close and kissing her forehead. 

“How about we do it today? Tonight?” Matthew asks, his voice filled with excitement and anticipation.

Clara nods, her eyes sparkling with a mix of nervousness and excitement. “Yes, tonight,” she says. “We can’t wait any longer.”

Matthew grins, his eyes never leaving hers. “Alright,” he says. “Let’s do this.”

“I think dad and mom are about to arrive anyway” Matthew says

“Yeah, they should be here any minute now” Clara says as she looks at the time on her phone.

“So, what’s the plan?” Clara asks as she looks at Matthew.

“Well, I was thinking we could go to the town square, it's empty enough at dawn, but you never know when someone might show up.” Matthew Suggests.

“That sounds risky, but exciting,” Clara replied, her heart pounding with a mix of excitement and nervousness.

“Let's do it,” Matthew said, determination in his voice. “We'll go there after everyone goes to bed. We can sneak out and meet there.”

Clara nodded, her mind already racing with the possibilities. She could feel the anticipation building inside her, her body aching with desire.

“Okay, but we need to be careful,” she said, her voice steady despite the butterflies in her stomach. “We can't get caught.”

Clara said, her voice barely above a whisper

Matthew nodded, his eyes serious. “I know,” he said. “We'll be careful. We'll make sure no one sees us.”

Clara bit her lip, considering their plan. “But what if someone does?” she asked, her voice filled with concern. “Then we'll deal with it,” he said. “But let's not think about that now. Let's just enjoy this, okay?”

Clara nodded, her eyes meeting his. “Okay,” she said softly.

“Let's do this.”

As the sun began to set, casting long shadows across the lush gardens of Clara's family home, Clara and Matthew prepared for their daring adventure. They waited until their parents had retired for the night, the house finally quiet and still.

Matthew had suggested they meet at the old town square, a place they had both spent many afternoons as teenagers, but now it held a different kind of allure. The square was secluded enough that they wouldn't be easily seen, but close enough to their home that they could return quickly if needed.

The house was quiet, the only sounds coming from the distant hum of the refrigerator and the ticking of the grandfather clock in the hallway.

Clara and Matthew moved silently through the house, their footsteps muffled by the plush carpet. They made their way to their respective rooms, their hearts pounding with anticipation.

Clara closed her door softly behind her, leaning against it as she caught her breath. She looked around her room, her eyes landing on the full-length mirror in the corner. She saw her reflection, her blonde hair tousled from their kiss, her eyes bright with excitement.

She walked over to her closet, pulling out a pair of jeans and a black t-shirt.

She quickly changed, her hands shaking slightly with nerves. She looked at herself in the mirror one last time, taking a deep breath to steady herself.

Matthew was already waiting for her outside her room when she emerged, dressed in dark clothes that blended into the night. His eyes met hers, and he gave her a reassuring smile.

"Ready?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper. "Let's do this," she said, her voice steady despite the butterflies in her stomach.

They made their way downstairs, their footsteps silent on the marble floors. They slipped out the back door, closing it softly behind them.

The night was cool and crisp, the air filled with the scent of blooming flowers and the faint hum of crickets. Clara and Matthew walked hand in hand through the gardens, their hearts pounding in their chests.

As they approached the gate leading to the street, Clara hesitated for a moment. "Are you sure about this?" she whispered, looking up at Matthew.

He nodded, his eyes reflecting the moonlight. "I'm sure," he said. "Let's do this."

They stepped out onto the quiet suburban street, their footsteps echoing softly in the night. Clara looked around nervously, her eyes darting from house to house. Matthew squeezed her hand reassuringly, his grip tight.

"It's going to be okay," he whispered. "We're in this together."

Clara nodded, taking a deep breath as they began to walk towards the town square. The streets were empty, the only sound coming from the distant hum of a car driving by. 

As they approached the square, Clara could feel her nerves starting to get the better of her. She looked around nervously, her eyes darting from shadow to shadow.

"What if someone sees us?" she whispered, her voice barely audible.

Matthew stopped and turned to face her, taking both of her hands in his. "Hey," he said softly, his voice steady and reassuring. "Look at me."

Clara's eyes met his, her breath hitching in her throat.

"We're not going to get caught," he said, his voice filled with conviction. "We're being careful, remember? We're not doing anything stupid."

Clara nodded, taking a deep breath to steady herself. "I'm nervous."

Matthew smiled, his eyes softening. "It's okay to be nervous," he said. "It's part of the excitement. But we're in this together, okay? We'll make sure we're safe."

Clara nodded, her eyes meeting his. "Okay," she said softly.

Matthew gave her hands a squeeze before letting them go. "Alright, let's find a good spot."

They walked into the square, their footsteps echoing softly on the cobblestones. The square was surrounded by tall buildings, casting long shadows that danced in the moonlight. Clara looked around nervously, her eyes darting from one dark corner to another.

Matthew led her to a secluded spot behind a large oak tree, its wide trunk providing ample cover. He looked around, satisfied that they were hidden from view.

"Here," he said, gesturing to the tree. "This should do."

Clara nodded, her eyes wide with a mix of excitement and nervousness. She leaned against the tree, her heart pounding in her chest. Matthew moved closer to her, his body pressing against hers. She could feel the heat of his skin through their clothes, and she shivered slightly. he asked, his voice low and husky.

Clara took a deep breath, her eyes never leaving his. "Yes," she said softly.

Matthew leaned in, his lips brushing against hers in a soft, gentle kiss. Clara melted into him, her arms wrapping around his neck as she deepened the kiss.

Their tongues danced together, exploring each other's mouths with a passion that had been building all day. Matthew's hands roamed over her body, tracing the curves of her hips and the small of her back before cupping her ass and pulling her closer.

He broke away from the kiss, his breath coming in ragged gasps. "God, Clara," he murmured, his forehead resting against hers. "You're so fucking beautiful."

Clara smiled, her eyes shining in the moonlight. "You're not so bad yourself," she teased.

Matthew chuckled, his hands moving to her jeans. He unbuttoned them slowly, his fingers brushing against her skin as he pulled them down.

Clara shivered at the touch, her breath hitching in her throat as she felt his hands on her bare skin. She stepped out of her jeans, kicking them aside as she did so.

Matthew's eyes roamed over her body, taking in every curve and line. He reached out, his hands cupping her breasts through her t-shirt. Clara gasped, her head falling back as he began to massage them gently.

"You're so perfect," he murmured, his voice filled with awe.

Clara smiled, her eyes fluttering closed as she lost herself in the sensation of his touch. She reached up, pulling his shirt over his head and tossing it aside.

Her hands explored his chest, tracing the lines of his muscles as she ran her fingers over his skin. Matthew shivered at her touch, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he leaned in for another kiss.

Clara's hands moved lower, unbuttoning his jeans and pushing them down over his hips. She wrapped her fingers around his cock, feeling it harden in her hand. Matthew groaned, his hips bucking slightly as she began to stroke him.

"You're so hard," she murmured, her voice filled with desire. "I can't wait to feel you inside me."

Matthew's eyes darkened with lust as he looked down at her. "Fuck, Clara," he growled.

"You're going to kill me."

She smiled wickedly, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Maybe," she said. "But first, I want to feel you inside me."

Clara whispered, her voice laced with desire. She turned around, pressing her back against Matthew's chest. She could feel his hardness pressing against her ass, and she wiggled against him, eliciting a low groan from him.

Matthew's hands found their way to her hips, gripping them tightly as he guided himself to her entrance. He teased her for a moment, rubbing the head of his cock against her wetness, making her moan and squirm.

"Please, Matt," she begged, her voice barely above a whisper. "I need you inside me."

Matthew obliged, pushing himself slowly into her. Clara gasped at the sensation, her fingers digging into the rough bark of the tree as she braced herself.

Matthew was big, and she could feel every inch of him as he filled her up. He paused for a moment, allowing her to adjust to his size before slowly beginning to move.

"Fuck, you're so tight," he groaned, his breath hot on her neck. "You feel amazing."

Clara could only moan in response, her body overwhelmed with sensation. She pushed back against him, encouraging him to move faster. Matthew took the hint, his hips picking up speed as he began to thrust in and out of her.

Their bodies moved in sync, their breaths coming in ragged gasps as they lost themselves in the moment.

The cool night air was a stark contrast to the heat building between them, their skin slick with sweat as they moved against each other.

Clara's hands gripped the tree tightly, her knuckles turning white as she held on for dear life. The sensation of Matthew's cock filling her was overwhelming, and she could feel herself getting closer and closer to the edge.

Matthew's hands moved from her hips to her breasts, cupping them roughly as he continued to thrust into her. He pinched her nipples between his fingers, sending jolts of pleasure straight to her core.

Clara had never thought that one day she would be fucking her younger brother in a public square.  But here she was, feeling more alive than she ever had before.

The risk of getting caught only heightened her arousal, and she could feel her orgasm building.  Matthew's breath was hot on her neck, his grunts of pleasure filling her ears as he pounded into her. She could feel his body tensing, his movements becoming more erratic as he neared his own release.

Matthew had always dreamed of this moment , of being with Clara in a way that was forbidden and intense. And now, here they were, their bodies entwined in a dance of passion and risk.

So many wankings in the bath, so many wet dreams , so many stolen glances and whispered words. But this... this was different. This was real.

Clara could feel the heat building between them, the tension coiling in her belly like a snake ready to strike. She pushed back against Matthew, meeting his thrusts with her own, their bodies moving in perfect harmony.

"Faster," she gasped, her voice barely audible over the sound of their bodies slapping together. "Harder."

Matthew obliged, his grip on her hips tightening as he pounded into her with renewed vigor. The tree groaned under their weight, the branches swaying gently in the breeze.

Clara could feel the rough bark digging into her skin, but she didn't care. All she cared about was the feeling of Matthew inside her, the way he filled her up completely.

"Oh God, Matt," she moaned, her voice barely above a whisper. "I'm so close."

Matthew's breath was ragged in her ear, his body tense as he held back his own release. "Come for me, Clara," he growled. "I want to feel you come on my cock."

His words sent her over the edge. Clara's body convulsed as her orgasm washed over her, her cries of pleasure echoing through the empty square.

Matthew continued to thrust into her, drawing out her orgasm as he chased his own release. He could feel her muscles clenching around him, milking him for all he was worth.

"Fuck, Clara," he groaned, his body tensing as he neared his own peak. "You feel so fucking good."

Clara could only moan in response, her body still wracked with pleasure. She could feel Matthew's cock swelling inside her, and she knew he was close.

"Come inside me, Matt," she whispered, her voice laced with desire. "I want to feel you come."

Matthew let out a low growl, his hips stuttering as he released inside her.

Clara could feel the hot spurts of his release filling her up, and she moaned softly, her body still trembling from her own orgasm.

They stayed like that for a moment, their bodies pressed together, their breaths slowly returning to normal. Matthew eventually pulled out of her, and Clara turned to face him, a soft smile playing on her lips.

"That was... incredible," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

Matthew chuckled, his eyes never leaving hers. "You have no idea," he replied. "I've been dreaming of that moment for so long."

Clara's smile widened, and she reached up to cup his cheek.

"Did you? You naughty little boy?" Clara teased "Have you always dreamed of banging your big sister?” 

she asked, her voice playful yet laced with desire.

Matthew’s cheeks flushed slightly at her words, but he maintained eye contact with her. "Fuck yea." he admitted. 

Clara's eyes softened, and she leaned in to kiss him gently on the lips. "I know," she said. "I've always known."

Matthew's hands found their way to her waist, pulling her closer. "But this... this is different," he said. "It's more than just feelings."

Clara nodded, her eyes shining in the moonlight. "It is," she agreed. "It's...

intense," Clara finished, her voice barely above a whisper. "It is," he agreed. "But I like it. I like this... us."

Clara smiled, her heart fluttering at his words. "Me too," she said softly.

They stood there for a moment, their bodies still pressed together, their breaths slowly returning to normal. The night was quiet around them, the only sound coming from the distant hum of a car driving by.

Clara looked around, suddenly aware of their surroundings. "We should probably get going," she said, her voice filled with reluctance. "Before someone sees us."

“Night is a child, big sis, are you sure you don't want to play some more” Matthew asked with a playful grin.

Clara could see the mischief in his eyes and felt a shiver run down her spine at the thought of continuing their adventure. 

“No, we should go back,” Clara said, pulling away from Matthew. “We can’t take any chances.”

“Do you really think anyone will be in this square at this time?” Matthew asked, his eyes scanning the empty space around them.

Clara looked around, her eyes landing on the tall buildings surrounding them. “Maybe not right now,” she said, “but we can’t be sure. We should be careful.”

“Come on, Clara, just one more.”

Matthew pleaded, his voice low and husky. “We’re already here. No one’s around.”

Clara hesitated, her eyes darting from shadow to shadow. The risk of getting caught was exhilarating, but she knew they had to be smart about this.

“Alright,” she finally agreed, her voice barely above a whisper. “But just one more time.”

Matthew grinned, his eyes never leaving hers. He pulled her close, his hands roaming over her body as he kissed her deeply.

Clara moaned softly, her body already aching for him. She could feel his hardness pressing against her, and she pushed back against him, eager to feel him inside her again.

They both loved to fuck, they both discovered a new way of loving each other together, in public places, in the dark, in the danger of being caught.

They both loved the thrill of it all. They both loved the risk of it all.

The danger of getting caught only heightened their arousal, and they couldn't get enough of each other. 

After both of them had cum once more, they got dressed again and went into the house in silence.

Without first leaving a mark on that square, the dark silent square was humiliated with the sounds of slaps, moans and cumshots.

Clara and Matthew were both exhausted and satisfied but still had to be careful.

They walked back to the house hand in hand, their hearts still racing with adrenaline.

As they approached the house, Clara could see the lights were still off in the living room. She let out a sigh of relief, knowing that their parents were still asleep. They slipped inside quietly, closing the door behind them.

Clara led Matthew upstairs to her room, her heart pounding in her chest. She could still feel the heat of his body against hers, and she knew that she wanted more. She wanted to explore this new dynamic between them, to see where it would lead.

As they entered her room, Clara turned to face Matthew.

"We should be quiet," she whispered, a playful smile on her lips. "Wouldn't want to wake anyone up."

Matthew grinned, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "I can be quiet," he whispered back, his voice low and husky. "Can you?"

Clara raised an eyebrow, a challenge in her eyes. "I can try," she said softly.

Matthew stepped closer to her, his hands finding their way to her hips. "I like a good challenge," he murmured, his lips brushing against hers.

Clara's breath hitched in her throat as she felt his hands on her body. She could still feel the heat of their earlier encounter, and she knew that she wanted more.

She knew that they were playing with fire, but the thrill of it all was intoxicating.

They fucked again, like two animals, but now trying to be as quiet as possible . Clara bit her lip to stop herself from screaming as Matthew pounded into her from behind, his hands gripping her hips tightly.

She could feel every inch of him as he filled her up, and she pushed back against him, meeting his thrusts with her own. Their bodies slapped together, the sound of their flesh meeting echoing softly in the room.

Matthew's breath was hot on her neck, his grunts of pleasure filling her ears as he fucked her harder and harder. 

Clara could feel her orgasm building, her body tensing as she neared the edge.

She bit down harder on her lip, trying to stifle her moans as she felt herself falling over the cliff. Her body convulsed, her muscles clenching around Matthew's cock as she came.

Matthew let out a low growl, his hips stuttering as he followed her over the edge. He came hard, his release filling her up as he collapsed against her back.

They stayed like that for a moment, their bodies pressed together, their breaths ragged and uneven. Clara could feel Matthew's heart pounding against her back, matching the rhythm of her own.

She turned around slowly, her eyes meeting his. He looked at her with a mix of awe and wonder, his eyes still glazed over from their intense encounter.

"Wow," he whispered, his voice barely audible. "That was..."

"Incredible," Clara finished for him, a soft smile playing on her lips. "It really was."

Matthew reached up, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. "I never thought it could be like this," he said softly. "With you."

Clara's heart fluttered at his words. She knew that they were playing with fire, but she couldn't deny the connection that she felt with him.

It was intense, raw, and unlike anything she had ever experienced before.

Matthew's fingers traced the curve of her cheek, his touch gentle yet filled with longing. "Clara," he whispered, his voice barely audible. "I don't want this to end."

Clara's heart skipped a beat as she looked into his eyes. She could see the sincerity in them, and it made her feel both vulnerable and exhilarated. "It won't." she admitted softly.

They stood there for a moment, their eyes locked onto each other's, the weight of their secret hanging heavy in the air. Clara knew that they had to be careful, that they had to keep their relationship hidden from the world.

But at the same time, she couldn't deny the way she felt when she was with Matthew. It was like nothing she had ever experienced before.

She took a deep breath, trying to push away the thoughts that were swirling in her head. "We should get some sleep," she said softly, breaking the silence between them. "We have school tomorrow."

Matthew nodded, his eyes never leaving hers. "Yeah," he agreed. "We should get some rest."

Clara walked over to her bed and pulled back the covers, gesturing for Matthew to join her.

He hesitated for a moment before climbing in beside her, his body tense as he tried to maintain some distance between them. Clara rolled her eyes, scooting closer to him and wrapping her arm around his waist.

"Relax," she whispered, her breath tickling his ear. "We're not going to do anything else tonight. We just need to sleep."

Matthew took a deep breath, his body slowly relaxing as he leaned into her touch. Clara could feel his heart beating steadily against her chest, and she closed her eyes, letting the rhythm lull her to sleep.

The next morning, Clara woke up to the sound of birds chirping outside her window. She stretched, her body aching slightly from the night before.

She looked over at Matthew, who was still asleep, his chest rising and falling with each breath. She smiled softly, her heart fluttering at the sight of him.

She slipped out of bed quietly, careful not to wake him. She grabbed her robe from the chair by the window and wrapped it around herself, tying the belt tightly at her waist.

She made her way downstairs, her footsteps silent on the hardwood floor. The house was still quiet, the only sound coming from the ticking of the clock in the hallway.

She poured herself a glass of water from the kitchen sink and took a sip, the cool liquid refreshing her throat. She looked out the window, watching as the sun began to rise over the horizon.

The sky was painted with hues of orange and pink, the colors reflecting off the dew on the grass. It was a beautiful sight, one that Clara had seen many times before, but today it felt different. Today, it felt like a new beginning.

Months passed since then, and they both continued to fuck as secretly as they could. Whether in the living room, on the sofa, in the kitchen. Whenever their parents left the house, the two of them fucked madly like two animals.  They couldn't get enough of each other. They couldn't get enough of the thrill of it all. The danger of getting caught only heightened their arousal.

One day, Clara's parents decided to go out of town for the weekend. They left early in the morning, leaving Clara and Matthew alone in the house. Clara was excited about the prospect of spending the entire weekend with Matthew without any interruptions.

As soon as their parents' car disappeared down the driveway, Clara turned to Matthew with a mischievous grin. "So," she said, her voice laced with desire. "What do you want to do first?"

Matthew's eyes darkened with lust as he looked at her.

"You know exactly what I want to do," he growled, taking a step closer to her.

Clara's heart raced as she backed away from him, a playful smile on her lips. "Oh, I do?" she teased. "And what might that be?"

Matthew's hands found their way to her waist, pulling her close. "I want to fuck you," he said, his voice low and husky. "All weekend long." She could feel the heat building between them, and she knew that she wanted the same thing.

"Well," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

"I think that can be arranged."

Matthew's eyes flashed with desire as he leaned in to kiss her. Clara's lips parted, inviting him in, and their tongues danced together as they lost themselves in the moment.

Matthew's hands roamed over her body, exploring every curve and contour. Clara moaned softly, her body aching for more as she pressed herself against him.

"Let's go upstairs," she whispered, pulling away from him. "I want you in my bed."

“Wait... you know, I'd like to do something different.” Clara said  as she pulled away from Matthew's embrace.

Matthew raised an eyebrow, intrigued by her suggestion. "Different how?" he asked.

"What do you have in mind?"

Clara's eyes sparkled with mischief as she leaned in closer to him. "I was thinking we could try something new," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "Something a little more... adventurous."

Matthew's heart pounded in his chest as he listened to her words. He had always been up for a challenge, and Clara's suggestion only served to heighten his curiosity. "Like what?"

“The last time you said that we ended up fucking in the town square, what's next?” Matthew asked, his eyes sparkling with curiosity and excitement.

Clara grinned, her mind racing with possibilities. “How about we try something a little more... private?” she suggested, her voice laced with anticipation.

Matthew’s eyebrows shot up in surprise. “Private? Like where?”

“Like...” Clara paused, her eyes scanning the room as if searching for inspiration. “Like our parents’ bedroom.”

Matthew’s eyes widened in shock. “Are you serious? That’s crazy!”

Clara’s grin widened. “It’s not crazy, it’s exciting. Think about it – we’d be fucking in their bed, surrounded by their things. In the same bed where they fuck."  Clara's voice was barely above a whisper, but it sent a shiver down Matthew's spine. The thought of it was both thrilling and terrifying.

Matthew hesitated, his eyes darting to the closed door of their parents' bedroom. "But what if they come home early?" he asked, his voice laced with concern.

"Stop begin a pussy, you fagg." Clara says , her voice laced with challenge. "You're always so worried about what could go wrong. Live a little, Matty."

Matthew's eyes flashed with anger at her words, but Clara could see the excitement hidden beneath the surface. She knew that he was up for the challenge, that he wanted to push the boundaries just as much as she did.

"Fine," he said, his voice tight. "But if they come home early, I'm blaming you."

Clara grinned, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Deal," she said, holding out her hand to shake on it.

Matthew hesitated for a moment before taking her hand in his, his grip firm. "Deal," he echoed.

Her parents' bedroom, the resting place of their providers, was now nothing more than a chamber of moans and heat.

Heat from the two of them fucking madly, and moans from Clara sitting on her little brother's cock.

The room was filled with the scent of sex and sweat, and the sound of their bodies slapping together echoed off the walls. Clara's tits bounced with each thrust, and Matthew's hands gripped her hips tightly, pulling her down onto him with each stroke.

She could feel every inch of him inside her, and it sent waves of pleasure coursing through her body.

They'd spend all day fucking if they could, fucking each other like two little horny rabbits.

They took advantage of their parents' absence for the whole weekend and fucked in the most taboo place they could find .

The bedroom was filled with the scent of sex and sweat, and the sound of their bodies slapping together echoed off the walls. Their moans filled the room, a symphony of lust and desire.

Matthew's fingers dug into Clara's flesh, leaving red marks on her skin. She didn't care. She wanted him to mark her, to claim her as his own. She wanted everyone to know that she belonged to him.

She wanted everyone to see the marks he left on her body and know that she was his.

Matthew's breath was hot on her neck as he thrust into her from behind. She could feel his cock stretching her, filling her completely. She moaned loudly, unable to hold back the pleasure that was building inside her.

"Fuck me harder," she begged, her voice hoarse with desire. "I want to feel you deep inside me."

Matthew obliged, his hips slamming into hers with increased force. The bed creaked beneath them, the sound of their bodies meeting echoing through the room.

Clara reached up, her fingers tangling in her own hair as she pulled herself up onto her knees.

She looked back at Matthew, her eyes locked onto his as she began to grind against him.

Matthew's hands gripped her hips tightly, his fingers digging into her flesh as he matched her rhythm. He could feel her tightness around him, and it was driving him wild. He wanted to fuck her harder, to make her scream his name.

"Fuck me harder," Clara begged again, her voice hoarse with desire.

"I want to feel you deeper."

Matthew growled, his grip tightening on her hips as he slammed into her with increased force. The sound of their bodies meeting filled the room, a steady rhythm that matched the pounding of their hearts.

Clara's moans grew louder, more desperate. She could feel the pleasure building inside her, like a wave ready to crash. She reached down, her fingers finding her clit and rubbing furiously.

"Oh god, Clara," Matthew groaned, his voice strained. "You're going to make me come."

"Come inside me," Clara panted, her body tensing as her orgasm approached.

"I want to feel you come inside me."

Matthew's breath hitched, his body shuddering as he felt his own orgasm building. He thrust into Clara one last time, his cock pulsing as he came deep inside her.

Clara cried out, her own orgasm ripping through her as she felt Matthew's hot seed fill her. She collapsed forward, her body shaking with the intensity of her release.

They stayed like that for a moment, their bodies entwined as they caught their breath. Eventually, Matthew pulled out of Clara, and she rolled onto her back, a satisfied smile on her face.

"Wow," she said softly, looking up at Matthew. "That was... incredible" Clara finished, her voice still breathless 

Matthew smiled down at her, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his own breath. "Yeah," he agreed, his voice hoarse. 

Clara giggled, her eyes sparkling with amusement. 

“You don't want to stop now, do you?” Matthew asks  , his voice a low rumble as he leans down to kiss Clara's neck.

Clara giggles again, her body still tingling from their intense session. “I don't know,” she teases. “I might need a little break.”

Matthew chuckles, pulling away slightly to look into her eyes. “A break?”

Clara playfully smacks his chest. “Hey! I'm not lazy.”

Matthew grins, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “I didn't say you were lazy.”

Clara rolls her eyes but can't help but smile at his teasing.

“We have the whole house, the whole weekend, why are we stopping here? We can fuck whenever we want” Clara asks  , her voice laced with excitement.

Matthew’s eyes widen at her words. “You’re right,” he says, a slow smile spreading across his face. “We can fuck all over the house.”

Clara’s eyes sparkle with mischief as she sits up, her body still glistening with sweat. “I was thinking we could start in the kitchen,” she says, her voice low and seductive.

Matthew’s eyebrows shoot up in surprise. “The kitchen? Really?” he asks, his voice laced with curiosity.

Clara nods, her eyes never leaving his. “Yeah,” she says. “I want to fuck you on the kitchen island.”

The kitchen, with its marble countertops and stainless steel appliances, is a far cry from the intimacy of their parents' bedroom. But the thrill of it only serves to heighten his arousal.

“How about being more creative? I think I fucked you there.”  Matthew says, his voice laced with curiosity and excitement.

Clara grins, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “Ok” she says, her voice low and seductive. “I was thinking we could try something really different this time.”

Matthew raises an eyebrow, intrigued. “Different how?” he asks.

“Shall we do it in the back yard?” Clara suggests.

A dangerous place, with a view of any house, practically any neighbor could see the two of them fucking, even more dangerous than the balcony . The thought of it sends a thrill down Matthew's spine.

“Are you serious?” he asks, his voice barely above a whisper.

Clara nods, her eyes locked onto his. “Dead serious,” she says, her voice laced with excitement. “I want to feel exposed, like we're being watched.”

Matthew swallows hard, his heart pounding in his chest. The thought of being watched is both terrifying and arousing. He can feel his cock hardening at the thought of it.

“What if someone sees us?” Matthew asks

Clara's eyes flash with a mix of excitement and defiance. “Then they'll see us fucking like animals,” she says, her voice barely above a whisper. “And they'll know that we don't give a fuck what they think.”

Matthew's breath hitches at her words. He knows that she's right, that they've always lived their lives on the edge, pushing boundaries and taking risks. But this... this is different. This is dangerous.

“But what if it's one of our neighbors?” he asks, his voice shaking slightly. “What if it's someone we know?”

Clara leans in closer to him, her breath hot on his ear.

"Don't you hear me Matty?" Clara teased "I don't care what they think about us, we will continue fucking in front of them." 

She could see the excitement in Matthew's eyes, the thrill of the danger was turning him on.

"What if it's Taylor?"

he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

Clara's eyes widened at the mention of their shy little neighbor.

"Taylor? Really?" she asked, a mischievous grin spreading across her face. "You want him to see us?"

Matthew hesitated, his heart pounding in his chest. He had always been curious about Taylor, about what he was like under that quiet exterior.

"I... I don't know," he stammered. "I just... I just thought..."

Clara's grin widened, her mind racing with possibilities.

"You know what? I think that's a great idea," she said, her voice laced with excitement. "Let's invite him over."

Matthew's eyes widened in shock. "What? Are you crazy? We can't just invite him over and expect him to... to... watch us."

Clara shrugged, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Why not? He's our He's our neighbor and cousin. He's family. And besides, I think he'd enjoy it."

Matthew hesitated, his mind racing with the implications of Clara's suggestion. He had always been curious about Taylor, had always wondered what he was like behind that shy exterior. And now, the thought of having him watch them...

it was both thrilling and terrifying.

And now, the thought of having him watch them... it was almost too much to bear.

Clara must have seen the hesitation in his eyes because she leaned in closer, her voice barely above a whisper. "Come on, Matty. It'll be fun. We can make it a game. We'll fuck right in front of him, and he won't be able to do anything but watch."

Matthew's heart pounded in his chest as he considered her words. It was crazy, it was risky, but it was also incredibly hot. He could feel his cock hardening at the thought of it.

The idea of being watched, of being exposed, sent a thrill down his spine that he couldn't ignore.

"Okay," he said finally, his voice barely above a whisper. 

Clara grinned, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "Don't worry, Matty. I've got a plan."

She stood up from the bed, her body glistening with sweat, and walked over to the window. She pulled back the curtains slightly, peeking out into the backyard.

"We'll set up out there. I'll make sure Taylor sees us."

Matthew's heart raced as he watched Clara pull on a pair of jeans and a tank top. He couldn't believe they were actually going to do this. 

They made their way downstairs, their footsteps echoing through the empty house. Clara led the way out to the backyard, Matthew following close behind.

Clara walked over to the patio furniture and began to move it around, arranging it in a way that would give them a clear view of the house next door.

Matthew watched her, his heart pounding in his chest as he tried to wrap his head around what they were about to do.

"What are you doing?"

Clara looked up at him and smiled. "I'm setting the stage," she said, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "We want to make sure Taylor has a good view, don't we?"

Matthew nodded, his mouth suddenly dry. He couldn't believe they were actually going through with this.

Once Clara was satisfied with the arrangement of the furniture, she turned to Matthew and held out her hand. "Come here," she said, her voice low and sultry.

Matthew hesitated for a moment before taking her hand and following her to the patio. She sat down on one of the cushioned chairs, pulling him down with her. He could feel the heat of her body through the thin fabric of his jeans.

"What now?"

Clara grinned at him, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "Now we wait," she said.

Matthew's heart pounded in his chest as he looked around the backyard. He could see the house next door, the windows dark and silent.

"How do you know Taylor will even come?" he asked, his voice laced with doubt.

"What if he doesn't show up?"

Clara's grin widened, and she leaned in closer to Matthew, her voice barely above a whisper. "Oh, he'll come," she said confidently. "I've got a little something planned to make sure of it."

Matthew raised an eyebrow, intrigued by her mysterious tone. "What do you mean?"

Matthew asked, his curiosity piqued.

Clara leaned back in her chair, her eyes never leaving his. "I sent him a text." she said casually.

Matthew's eyes widened in surprise. "You what? When?"

Clara shrugged. "I told him we were having a little... get-together out here, and he should come join us if he wanted."

Matthew's heart raced as he processed Clara's words. "And you think he'll just show up?"

Clara grinned. "I know he will. He's always had a thing for me, Matty. He's always been shy around me, but I could see it in his eyes. He wants me. And now, I'm going to give him what he wants."

Matthew's breath hitched as he realized what Clara was saying. "You're going to... you're going to let him watch us?"

Clara nodded, her eyes gleaming with excitement. "Yes," she said simply. "And more than that. I'm going to let him join us."

"Clara, that's... that's insane." Matthew said

Clara laughed, a low, sultry sound that sent a shiver down Matthew's spine.

"Insane? Or just a little bit naughty? I mean, think about it, Matty. We've always been the kind of people who live on the edge, who push boundaries. This is just another way to push them, to see how far we can go."

Matthew's heart raced as he considered Clara's words. 

“But no, no one will touch you but me.” Matthew  said, his voice laced with possessiveness.

Clara chuckled, her eyes sparkling with amusement. “Oh, Matty, you’re so cute when you’re jealous,” she teased.

Matthew’s eyes narrowed, his grip tightening on her waist. “I’m not jealous,” he growled. “I just don’t want anyone else touching what’s mine.”

Clara’s smile widened, and she leaned in to kiss him softly on the lips. “You’re so sweet,” she murmured against his mouth.

Matthew’s heart pounded in his chest as he pulled away from her kiss, his eyes locked onto hers. “And what if Taylor doesn’t show up?” he asked, his voice laced with doubt.



Clara's eyes sparkled with mischief as she reached into her pocket and pulled out her phone. She tapped on the screen a few times before holding it up for Matthew to see.

"See for yourself," she said, a smug smile on her face.

Matthew took the phone from her and read the message on the screen. It was from Taylor, and it simply said: "I'll be there in 10."

Matthew's heart raced as he looked up at Clara, a mix of excitement and nervousness in his eyes. "He's really coming," he said, his voice barely above a whisper.

Clara nodded, her eyes gleaming with anticipation.

"Yep," she said, her voice laced with excitement. "And I've given him a little... incentive to make sure he stays quiet about it."

Matthew's curiosity was piqued.

"What did you say to him?" Matthew asked

Clara grinned mischievously, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "I told him that if he wanted to watch, he had to keep it a secret. And if he could do that, I'd make it worth his while."

Matthew's heart raced as he considered Clara's words. "What do you mean, make it worth his while?"

Clara leaned in closer to him, her voice low and sultry. "I told him that if he could keep quiet about it, I'd let him join us. But only for a little while. And only if you're okay with it."

Matthew's breath hitched as he realized what Clara was suggesting.

“I've told you, I won't let anyone but me lay a finger on you. He can look, but nothing more” Matthew said, his voice laced with possessiveness.

“But don’t worry, I won’t let him touch me. Not unless you say so.”

Matthew’s eyes narrowed “You promise?” he asked, his voice laced with doubt.

"Exactly. He can look all he wants, but he won't touch. Not unless you say so."

Matthew's heart pounded in his chest as he considered Clara's words.

He had never been one to share, but the thought of Taylor watching them, of him seeing Clara's body, hearing her moans... it was surprisingly arousing.

"Okay," he said finally, his voice barely above a whisper. "But only if you promise to keep your hands to yourself. I don't want anyone else touching you but me."

Clara's eyes sparkled with amusement. "I thought you didn't want anyone else looking at me either," she teased.

Matthew's face flushed slightly at her words. "I didn't say that," he muttered. I just don't want him touching you."

Clara laughed, a low, sultry sound that sent a shiver down Matthew's spine. "Oh, Matty," she said, her voice laced with amusement. "You're so cute when you're jealous."

Matthew's eyes narrowed, and he pulled Clara closer to him, his grip tightening on her waist. "Bet I'm." Clara challenged, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "You can't handle it."

Matthew's eyes flashed with determination. "You're on," he said, his voice laced with confidence.

Clara's smile widened, and she leaned in to whisper in his ear. "You're going to regret this," she said, her voice low and sultry.

Matthew shivered at the sound of her voice, his body already responding to her proximity. "We'll see about that," he murmured, his hands moving to her hips.

Clara giggled, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "You're so competitive," she teased.

“Let's not waste time, okay?” Matthew asks, his voice laced with anticipation. “I want to see how this plays out.”

Clara grins, her eyes gleaming with excitement. “Alright then,” she says, standing up from the patio chair. “Let’s get started.”

She begins to take off her shirt slowly, her eyes locked onto Matthew’s. He watches her, his heart pounding in his chest as she reveals more and more of her skin. She lets the shirt fall to the ground, standing before him in nothing but a pair of denim shorts and a lacy bra.

Matthew’s breath hitches as he takes in her body, his cock already hardening at the sight of her.

He reaches out, his hands trembling slightly as he cups her breasts through the lace of her bra. Clara leans into his touch, her eyes fluttering closed as she lets out a soft moan.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” Matthew murmurs, his thumbs brushing against her nipples through the fabric.

They break apart, both panting and flushed.

Clara reaches down to unbutton her shorts, her eyes never leaving Matthew's.

He watches, his heart pounding in his chest as she slides them down her hips and steps out of them, standing before him in nothing but her lacy bra and a pair of matching panties.

"Fuck, Clara," Matthew groans, his voice hoarse with desire. "You're so fucking sexy."

Clara smiles, her eyes gleaming with mischief.

"You like what you see?" she teases, her voice low and sultry.

Matthew nods, his eyes roaming over her body. "Fuck yes," he growls, his voice laced with desire. "You're fucking gorgeous."

Clara grins, her body tingling with excitement. She reaches out, her fingers brushing against Matthew's chest before moving down to unbutton his jeans.

Matthew's breath hitches as Clara's hands slip inside his jeans, her fingers wrapping around his cock. He groans, his hips bucking slightly as she begins to stroke him.

"Fuck, Clara," he murmurs, his voice hoarse with desire.

"Fuck, Clara," he groans again, his voice strained.

"That feels so good."

Clara grins, her eyes gleaming with mischief.

"I know," she says, her voice low and sultry. "I want to make you feel good, Matty."

Matthew's breath hitches at her words, his body tensing as he feels his orgasm building. "Clara, I'm going to come," he warns, his voice laced with urgency.

Clara's eyes flash with excitement, and she pumps him faster, her grip tightening around his cock. "Come for me, Matty," she says, her voice low and commanding.

"Come all over my hand."

Matthew's breath hitches, his body tensing as he feels his orgasm building. He groans, his hips bucking as he comes, his hot seed spilling over Clara's hand.

Clara smiles, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction as she watches Matthew come undone. She rubs his cock gently, milking him for every last drop before finally letting him go.

Matthew's body shudders as he comes down from his high, his breath coming in ragged gasps. He looks up at Clara, his eyes filled with wonder and desire.

"That was..." he says, his voice hoarse.

Clara grins, her eyes sparkling with amusement.

"You okay there, Matty?" she teases, wiping her hand on a nearby towel.

Matthew chuckles, still trying to catch his breath. "Yeah, I'm good," he says, his voice laced with satisfaction. "Better than good, actually."

Clara laughs, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "I'm glad to hear it," she says. "But we're not done yet."

Matthew raises a slow smile spreading across his face. "Oh yeah?" he asks.

Clara leans in closer to him, her voice low and sultry. "I thought we could give Taylor a little show," she says.

“Well, you said he'd be coming to watch us fuck, and I don't see him.” Matthew said

Clara glanced at her phone, checking the time. “He should be here any minute now,” she said, her eyes gleaming with anticipation.

Matthew nodded, his heart pounding in his chest as he looked around the backyard again. He could feel the excitement building inside him, the thrill of the unknown, the danger of being watched.

“What do you want to do until then?” he asked, his voice laced with desire.

“I have an idea,” she said, her voice low and sultry. “Let's fuck, just fuck. He'll be here soon and then he'll see us.” Clara said, her voice laced with anticipation. 

Matthew's breath hitched at her words. He could feel his cock hardening again at the thought of fucking Clara out in the open, knowing that Taylor could be watching at any moment.

“Let's go to that more open area of the yard and fuck.” Matthew said , his voice laced with excitement.

“I thought you’d never ask,” she said, taking his hand and leading him towards the center of the yard.

They walked over to a large, flat rock that jutted out from the ground, providing a perfect spot for them to lie down. Clara sat down first, her back against the rock, and patted the space next to her for Matthew.

“Come here,” she said, her voice low and sultry.

Matthew hesitated for a moment before joining her on the rock. He could feel the coolness of the stone through his jeans, but the heat radiating from Clara’s body more than made up for it.

She reached out and pulled him closer, her fingers tangling in his hair as she kissed him deeply. Matthew moaned into her mouth, his hands roaming over her body, feeling the softness of her skin through the thin fabric of her bra and panties.

Clara broke away from the kiss, her breath coming in ragged gasps. “I want you inside me,” she whispered, her voice laced with desire.

Matthew’s heart pounded in his chest as he quickly unbuttoned his jeans and pushed them down his hips. He kicked them off to the side, his cock springing free, already hard and ready for her.

Clara licked her lips, her eyes locked onto his cock as she slowly slid her panties down her legs and tossed them aside.

"Fuck, Clara," Matthew groaned, his eyes roaming over her naked body.

Clara smiled, her eyes gleaming with mischief.

Matthew nodded, his breath coming in ragged gasps. "Fuck yes," he growled. "I want to fuck you so bad."

Clara's breath hitched at his words, her body aching with desire. "Then what are you waiting for?" she challenged, her voice laced with excitement.

Matthew didn't need to be told twice.

He positioned himself between Clara's legs, his cock pressing against her entrance. He looked down at her, his eyes filled with desire and possession.

"You're mine, Clara," he growled. "All mine."

Clara's breath hitched at his words, her heart pounding in her chest. "Yes," she whispered. "I'm yours, Matty. All yours."

Matthew's eyes flashed with satisfaction, and he thrust into her, filling her completely. Clara gasped, her body arching off the rock as she adjusted to his size.

"Fuck, you feel so good," Matthew groaned, his hips moving in slow, steady thrusts.

Clara could only moan in response, her body already building towards orgasm.

She could feel Matthew's cock sliding in and out of her, each thrust hitting just the right spot. She wrapped her legs around him, pulling him closer, wanting him deeper.

"Harder, Matty," she gasped, her nails digging into his back. "Fuck me harder."

Matthew growled in response, his hips slamming into hers with increased force. The sound of their bodies slapping together filled the air, along with their moans and gasps.

They were like two animals, fucking in broad daylight. In an open area, where anyone could see. 

The thought sent a thrill down her spine that she couldn't ignore. 

She looked up at Matthew, his eyes locked onto hers, and she could see the same excitement reflected in his gaze.

"Someone could see us," she whispered, her voice laced with excitement and fear.

Matthew's eyes flashed with a primal hunger. "Let them watch," he growled. "Let them see what's mine."

Clara's breath hitched at his words, her body responding to his possessiveness. She pulled him closer, her lips finding his in a passionate kiss. Their tongues danced together, exploring each other's mouths as their bodies continued to move in perfect sync.

Clara could feel the heat building between them, the tension coiling in her belly like a spring ready to snap.

“Scream my bitch, scream that you're mine” Matthew said, his voice laced with possessiveness.

Clara’s body shivered at his words, her nails digging into his back as she felt the familiar heat building inside her.

“You like that, don’t you?” Matthew growled, his hips moving faster, harder. 

“I'm fucking yours!” Clara shouted without thinking much about it

She was lost in the moment, consumed by the raw, primal need coursing through her veins. She could feel Matthew's cock hitting her in just the right spot, sending waves of pleasure crashing through her body.

Matthew groaned, his hips slamming into hers with even more force. The sound of their bodies colliding echoed through the backyard, punctuated by their ragged breaths and moans.

"Fuck, Clara," Matthew growled, his voice strained. "You feel so fucking good."

“I'm fucking yours! I'm fucking yours! I'm fucking yours! ” Clara shouted, her voice echoing through the backyard as she felt the first waves of her orgasm crashing over her.

Clara's body shivered as she felt another wave of pleasure building inside her.

"I'm close," she gasped, her nails digging into Matthew's back. "So close."

Matthew nodded, his eyes locked onto hers.

"Come for me, Clara," he growled. "Come all over my cock."

Clara's body responded to his command, her orgasm ripping through her with the force of a hurricane. She screamed his name, her body convulsing as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her.

Matthew groaned, his hips slamming into hers as he chased his own release. "Fuck, Clara," he panted. "You're so fucking beautiful when you come."

Clara could only moan in response, her body still trembling from the aftershocks of her orgasm. She looked up at Matthew, her eyes filled with wonder and satisfaction.

Matthew continues to smash his crotch against Clara's crotch, his cock still buried deep inside her.

He can feel her pussy clenching around him as she comes down from her high, her body still trembling with aftershocks.

"Fuck, Clara," he pants, his own orgasm building inside him. "You feel so good."

Matthew's voice was hoarse with desire as he continued to move inside Clara, his hips slamming into hers with increased force. The sound of their bodies colliding filled the air, punctuated by their ragged breaths and moans.

Clara's body was still trembling from her orgasm, but she could feel another wave of pleasure building inside her. She wrapped her legs around Matthew's waist, pulling him closer, wanting him deeper.

"Harder," she gasped, her nails digging into his back.

Matthew growled in response, his hips moving faster and harder. He could feel Clara's pussy clenching around him, her body responding to his every thrust.

Clara looks to her side and notices him, who had apparently been standing still for a long time, staring at the two animals fucking in the yard, was Taylor. 

She had forgotten about him for a moment, but now that he was here, she felt a thrill of excitement mixed with a bit of nervousness.

“Taylor has arrived, but don't stop. Don't notice him” 

 Clara whispered in Matthew's ear, her voice laced with excitement and mischief.

Matthew's eyes flicked to the side, catching sight of Taylor standing there, watching them with wide-eyed fascination. A surge of possessiveness and dominance coursed through him. He wanted to show Taylor that Clara was his, that no one else could have her like he did.

"Fuck, Clara," he growled, his hips slamming into hers with renewed vigor. "You like being watched, don't you?"

Clara moaned, her body arching into his. "Yes!" she gasped

"I love it. I love knowing that someone is watching us." Clara panted

Her voice was breathy, her eyes gleaming with excitement.

Matthew's grip on her hips tightened, his fingers digging into her soft flesh. "You're mine, Clara," he growled, his voice laced with possessiveness. "No one else gets to see you like this but me."

Clara bit her lip, her body responding to his words. "Yes, Matty," she whimpered. "I'm all yours."

Matthew's eyes flicked back to Taylor, who was still standing there, watching them with rapt attention. He could see the outline of Taylor's cock through his jeans, and it sent a thrill of dominance coursing through him.

He wanted to show Taylor that Clara was his, that he was the one who could make her scream, make her come.

"Touch yourself, Clara," he commanded, his voice low and dominant. "Show Taylor what I do to you."

Clara's eyes widened in surprise, but she didn't hesitate. She reached down between their bodies, her fingers finding her clit and beginning to rub in slow, steady circles.

Matthew watched, his cock throbbing inside her as she touched herself. He could see Taylor's eyes locked onto Clara's hand, watching as she pleasured herself.

"Fuck, Clara," Matthew growled, his hips moving faster.

"You look so fucking hot touching yourself while I'm inside you."

Clara moaned, her fingers moving faster as she felt another wave of pleasure building inside her. She could feel Matthew's cock sliding in and out of her, each thrust pushing her closer to the edge.

She looked over at Taylor, who was still standing there, watching them with wide-eyed fascination. She could see the outline of his cock through his jeans, and it sent a thrill of excitement through her. She knew that he was enjoying the show, and it only served to heighten her own pleasure.

"Does it turn you on, Taylor? Watching me like this?" she asked, her voice laced with mischief.

Taylor's face flushed a deep red, but he didn't look away. Instead, he nodded slowly, his eyes locked onto Clara's hand as she continued to touch herself.

Matthew's grip on Clara's hips tightened, his cock throbbing inside her. "You like that, don't you?" he growled, his voice laced with possessiveness. "You like knowing that Taylor is watching us."

Clara moaned in response, her fingers moving faster as she felt another wave of pleasure building inside her. "Yes," she gasped.

"It turns me on. Knowing that he's watching us, that he's seeing what you do to me."

Matthew's eyes flashed with satisfaction. "Good," he growled. "Because I want him to see everything. I want him to know that you're mine."

Taylor's breath hitched at Matthew's words, his eyes locked onto Clara's hand as she continued to touch herself. He could feel his cock throbbing in his jeans.

Clara looked over at Taylor again, her eyes gleaming with mischief.

"Do you want to touch yourself too, Taylor?" she asked, her voice low and sultry.

"Do you want to show us how much you like watching us?"

Taylor hesitated for a moment, his eyes darting between Clara and Matthew.

He was clearly conflicted, but the desire in his eyes was evident.

Taylor took a deep breath and slowly unzipped his jeans. He pushed them down his hips, revealing his hard cock. Clara's eyes widened as she took in the sight of him, her mouth watering at the thought of tasting him.

"Fuck, Taylor," she moaned, her fingers still rubbing her clit.

"You're so hard for us."

Taylor's breath hitched at her words, his eyes locked onto Clara's hand as she continued to touch herself. He could feel his cock throbbing in his hand, the sensation of his own touch sending waves of pleasure coursing through him.

Matthew was hitting Clara's crotch harder than ever in an attempt to show dominance. He was close to cumming, and Clara could feel it. She wanted to see him lose control, to see him come undone because of her.

"Come for me, Matty," Clara moaned, her fingers moving faster on her clit. "I want to feel you cum inside me."

Matthew's grip on her hips tightened, his fingers digging into her flesh.

"Fuck, Clara," he growled. "You feel so fucking good. I'm going to come."

Matthew's voice was strained, his hips slamming into Clara's with increased force. "Fuck, Clara, you're going to make me come."

Clara moaned, her body arching into his as she felt another wave of pleasure building inside her. She looked over at Taylor, who was still standing there, his hand moving up and down his cock as he watched them.

"Come with me, Clara," Matthew growled, his voice laced with dominance.

"Come all over my cock while Taylor watches." Matthew's voice was a low growl, his hips slamming into Clara's with a force that made her gasp.

Clara's eyes locked onto Taylor's, who was now stroking himself faster, his breath coming in ragged gasps. She could see the desire in his eyes, the way he was watching her and Matthew with a hunger that was almost palpable.

Matthew's hips slammed into Clara's one last time, and he let out a guttural groan as he came, his hot seed spilling inside her. Clara's body convulsed as she came with him, her orgasm ripping through her with the force of a hurricane.

She screamed Matthew's name, her fingers digging into his back as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her.

She could feel Matthew's cock pulsing inside her, filling her completely as he came.

Matthew's body shuddered as he rode out his orgasm, his hips slowing to a stop as he finally collapsed on top of her. They lay there for a moment, their bodies entwined, their breaths coming in ragged gasps.

Clara looked up at Matthew, a satisfied smile playing on her lips. "That was... incredible," she said, her voice still breathy.

Matthew chuckled, rolling off of her and onto his back. "Yeah, it was," he agreed, his eyes closed as he tried to catch his breath.

Clara reached out, her fingers tracing patterns on his chest.

She could feel the heat of his skin beneath her touch, the steady beat of his heart beneath her fingertips.

She looked over at Taylor, who was still standing there, his hand still wrapped around his cock. He was watching them with a mixture of awe and desire.

"Taylor," Clara said, her voice soft and inviting. "Come here."

Taylor hesitated for a moment before stepping closer. He was still hard, his cock standing at attention as he approached them. Clara reached out, her hand wrapping around his shaft. She could feel the heat of him, the hardness of him as she began to stroke him.

Matthew watched, his eyes locked onto Clara's hand as she pleasured Taylor. He could see the way Taylor's body responded to her touch, the way his hips moved in time with her strokes.

In a quick attempt, Matthew grabs Clara's arm, making it impossible for her to stroke Taylor.

“Don't make him cum.” Matthew says in a sign of possession, and so she does, stopping stroking Taylor who looks on in confusion.

“What's going on?” Taylor asks, his voice laced with confusion and a hint of frustration.

Clara looks up at him, her eyes gleaming with mischief.

“We're just getting started, Taylor,” she says, her voice low and sultry.

“Now were getting inside. Right Matty?” Clara asked with a smirk, her voice laced with mischief.

She looked at Matthew, who nodded in agreement.

"Yeah, let's take this inside" Matthew said, his voice laced with anticipation. 

Matthew and Clara took their fun inside, Taylor followed but could do nothing but look on. It was hours and hours of what was great fun for both of them, but torture for Taylor. Seeing your older cousin, whom you've always had a hard-on for, being fucked by her younger brother, but not being able to do anything but watch, can't be easy.

Taylor was in a state of constant arousal and frustration. He had been hard for what felt like hours, and every time he thought he was getting close to some relief, Clara would look at him with those mischievous yellow eyes, or Matthew would growl possessively, and his cock would be rock hard again.

He had followed them inside, watching as they fucked on every surface of the house. The kitchen counter, the living room floor, even the stairs leading up to their bedrooms. Each time, Taylor would think that this time, they would invite him to join. But each time, they would look at him, laugh, and continue their fuck fest without him.

It was torture, pure and simple. Taylor had never felt so frustrated, so desperate for release.

Finally, as the sun began to set, Clara and Matthew collapsed onto the couch, their bodies glistening with sweat and satisfaction. Taylor stood there, still hard, still desperate for release.

"Poor Taylor." Clara said, her voice laced with mock sympathy.

She looked at him, her yellow eyes gleaming with amusement. "You've been watching us all day, and you haven't even gotten a taste." He couldn't. He was too turned on, too desperate for release.

Taylor, already irritated by the day where he had been humiliated for the rest of his life, stormed out of the house in a rage. 

As he walked, he couldn't help but replay the day's events in his mind. The way Clara's body had moved beneath Matthew's, the way she had moaned and screamed his name. The way Matthew had looked at him, possessive and dominant. It had been a heady mix of humiliation and arousal.

“Do you think he'll tell anyone?” Matthew asks Clara as he watches Taylor's fury 

Clara chuckles.

“No, he won’t. He’s too shy and too afraid of what people might think. Plus, he’s been wanting this for so long, he won’t risk losing his chance with me.”

Matthew nods, satisfied with her answer. “Good. I don’t want anyone knowing about this. It’s our little secret.”

Clara smiles, “Our little secret.” She leans in and kisses him, her tongue exploring his mouth. Matthew responds eagerly, his hands roaming her body. “Let’s go upstairs.”

He whispers against her lips. 

“We've been fucking all day, isn't that enough? Let's just enjoy our company, alright?” Clara said, breaking away from Matthew's kiss. She stood up from the couch and held out her hand to him. “Come on.”

As they reached the top of the stairs, Clara turned to face Matthew. She could see the desire in his eyes, the hunger that matched her own. She reached out, her fingers tracing the line of his jaw before she pulled him down for another kiss.

"Let's take a shower," she suggested, a small smile playing on her lips. "Together."

Matthew chuckled, shaking his head. "Not too tired for that. Lead the way."

Clara turned and walked into the bathroom, Matthew following close behind. 

They both showered together, Clara teasing Matthew whenever she could but never letting him cross the line. She wanted to keep him on edge, to make him want her even more. She knew that they would pick up where they left off soon enough, but for now, she wanted to savor the anticipation.

After drying off, the two of them went to Clara's room where they spent some time together, finally after hours of fucking each other, they looked like two innocent siblings. 

They watched a movie together, laughed at the same jokes, and even shared popcorn. It was a moment of normalcy in the midst of the chaos they had created.

Clara rested her head on Matthew's shoulder, her body pressed against his side. He had an arm wrapped around her, his fingers absently tracing patterns on her arm. They were both relaxed, their earlier antics forgotten for the moment.

Suddenly Clara's phone rings, it's her parents calling.

She looks at Matthew, then answers the phone.

"Hello?" she says, her voice still groggy from sleep.

"Clara, darling, it's your mother," she hears her mother's voice on the other end of the line.

"Oh, hi Mom," Clara says, sitting up in bed and rubbing her eyes.

"Where are you? We've been trying to reach you all day," her mother asks, concern laced in her voice.

"I'm at home," Clara says, looking at Matthew who is now sitting up as well.

"With Matthew?" her mother asks, her voice dropping to a whisper.

"Yes," Clara says, looking at Matthew who is now smiling at her.

"We're both here."

Her mother sighs on the other end of the line. "Clara, we need to talk. It's important."

Clara's smile fades as she senses the seriousness in her mother's voice. "Okay, Mom. What's going on?"

Matthew looks at her, concern etched on his face. Clara puts a finger to her lips to shush him, wanting to hear what her mother has to say.

Matthew nods, his eyes never leaving her face.

“First of all, where is your brother?”

Clara’s mother asked, her voice stern.

Clara hesitated, glancing at Matthew who was now sitting up straight, his eyes wide with surprise.

“We’re here together,” Clara said, her voice steady despite the butterflies in her stomach.

“Clara, we need to talk about this,” her mother said, her voice dropping to a whisper. “We need to talk about what you’re doing.”

Clara looked at Matthew, who was now frowning, his brows furrowed in confusion.

“What are you talking about, Mom?” Clara asked, her voice laced with confusion.

Her mother hesitated before speaking again. "We've received calls from some of the neighbors. They've seen... things. Things that are not appropriate, Clara. Things that are not right."

Her mother's voice was stern, disapproving.

Clara felt a chill run down her spine. She looked at Matthew, who was now staring at her with a mixture of confusion and worry. She took a deep breath, trying to keep her voice calm.

"What exactly are they saying, Mom?" she asked, her heart pounding in her chest.

Clara felt the blood drain from her face. She glanced at Matthew, who looked just as shocked as she felt. She opened her mouth to speak, but no words came out.

She could feel Matthew's gaze on her, waiting for her to say something, anything. But she was at a loss for words. 

"Clara?" Matthew asked, his voice barely above a whisper. He reached out and took her hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. "What's going on?"

Clara looked at him, her eyes filled with tears. She shook her head, unable to speak. She didn't know what to say. She didn't know how to explain what was happening.

“You and your brother were shouting in the yard, shouting explicit things, what is that, Clara?” Her mother’s voice was stern, almost accusing.

Clara’s heart pounded in her chest as she tried to process what her mother was saying. She looked at Matthew, who was now pale and wide-eyed.

“Mom, we were just...” Clara started, but she couldn’t finish the sentence. She didn’t know how to explain what they had been doing without making it sound even worse.

“Just what?” Her mother’s voice was sharp. “Just what, Clara?”

Clara took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down. “We were just... playing together” she said finally

Her mother was silent for a moment, and Clara could almost hear the wheels turning in her head.

“Fun?” she repeated finally.

“Clara, you were screaming like a beast in the yard today, is that fun?” Her mother's voice was stern, her disapproval clear.

Clara felt her cheeks flush with embarrassment. She looked at Matthew, who was now staring at her with a mixture of confusion and concern. She took a deep breath, trying to come up with an explanation that wouldn't make things worse.

“Look, we were talking about sex, okay? It's embarrassing to talk about it, but that's it.” Clara says calmly to her mother as if it were a degree of truth

“There's nothing wrong with that, we talked about it like two responsible adults, that's all. I'm sorry if I've upset a few neighbors by playing with Matty, but that's all I have to say” she says firmly.

“Clara, this is not a game,” her mother says sternly. “What you're doing is inappropriate and it needs to stop. Now.”

Clara feels a spark of anger ignite within her. She's tired of being told what to do, tired of being treated like a child. She takes a deep breath, trying to keep her voice steady.

"Mom, I'm not a kid anymore. I can make my own decisions about what's appropriate and what's not. Do you really think it's inappropriate to develop a friendly relationship with your brother?" Clara asked her anger simmering beneath the surface.

"Clara, this is not just about you and Matthew. This is about what people are saying, what they're thinking. You two are siblings... it's not right."

Clara's mother sighed heavily on the other end of the line. "Clara, I just want what's best for you. For both of you."

"Mom, I know you're worried about what people might think, but I promise you, nothing is going on" Clara lies like she breathes.

"We were just having some fun, that's all."

Her mother sighed heavily on the other end of the line.

Clara felt a pang of guilt as she looked at Matthew. She knew what they had been doing was wrong, but she couldn't help but feel a spark of excitement at the thought of what they could do next.

Her mother was silent for a moment before she spoke again, her voice softening slightly.

"I know you wouldn't do anything wrong, for love's sake, I raised you both... please just don't make it happen again." Her mother's voice was stern, but Clara could hear the worry underlying it.

Clara sighed, looking at Matthew who was still watching her with concern.

"I promise. We won't do anything like that again."

She hung up the phone and turned to Matthew.

"We need to be more careful." she said, her voice serious

Matthew nodded, his expression somber. "I know. I don't want to cause any trouble. But what she did told you?"

Clara sighed, running a hand through her short blonde hair. "She just wants us to be more... discreet. She's worried about what people might think, you know?"

“Wait, does she know?” Matthew asks in shock, his eyes wide with worry.

Clara shakes her head “No, she doesn't. She just suspects something. But we need to be more careful, Matty. We can't let anyone find out about us.” she says, her voice serious.

Matthew's relief turns to doubt as he looks at her, his eyes searching hers for any sign of deceit. "You're sure? She didn't say anything else?"

Clara shakes her head, her expression serious. "No. She just wants us to be more careful. She's worried about what people might think."

Matthew nods, his mind racing with the implications of their mother's words. 

Matthew takes a deep breath, trying to calm his racing thoughts.

"Okay. So what do we do now?" He looked at Clara, his eyes filled with concern and a hint of fear.

Clara took a moment to think before responding. She knew they needed to be more careful, but she also didn't want to give up the thrill they had been experiencing. She wanted to keep the excitement alive, but also wanted to protect them both from any potential backlash.

“Let's think about it, okay? All this is only happening because our neighbors called our mother. What does that mean?” Clara asked, her mind racing with possibilities.

Matthew shrugged, his eyes still on her. “I don’t know.” Matthew sighed, running a hand through his hair. “But we can’t keep doing this if it’s going to cause problems.”

Clara in silence just thinking of a solution.

“What if we find a place outside of the neighborhood? Somewhere we can be alone, without prying eyes?” She suggested, her eyes lighting up with excitement.

“I'd say stop doing it in public, but we can try it if you want” Matthew chuckled.

“No, no, I mean like a cabin or a cottage somewhere far from here. Just the two of us. No neighbors, no parents, no rules.” Clara said, her voice filled with enthusiasm.

Matthew raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips. “A secret love nest, huh? Sounds risky.”

“It's not about love, Matt. It's about... freedom. About exploring this thing between us without anyone else's judgment.” Clara says with enthusiasm in her voice

"Let's just stop having sex in public, isn't that easier?" Matthew suggested, his voice laced with sarcasm.

“Matthew, this happened because we were silly, but you're thinking in a very small box, think of it as a lesson to avoid something in the future.”  Clara said, her voice filled with determination. “And that's why I think we should find a place where we can be alone. Somewhere we can explore this without fear of judgment or consequences.”

Matthew looked at her, his eyes filled with curiosity.

“Oh, I get it now. But don't you find this plan a bit too fanciful? I mean, a chalet in the middle of the woods?” 

Clara sighed, running a hand through her hair. “I know it sounds crazy, but I've been thinking about this for a while now.”

Matthew raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips. “You've been planning this, huh? When did you find the time between all our... activities?” he asked, a playful smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

Clara chuckled, shaking her head. “You know me. Besides, I've been feeling restless lately. I need something to shake things up.”

Matthew nodded, understanding her sentiment. “I get it. But a cabin in the woods? Really?”

Clara shrugged, her eyes sparkling with excitement. “Why not? It's not like we can just disappear without anyone noticing. But if we find a place far enough away, we can have our own little world.”

“I think you need to face up to something I've noticed.” Matthew said

Clara looked at him, her eyes narrowing slightly. “What's that?”

“Well, ever since we started this, you always want to scale things up, make it bigger and bigger.” Matthew said, his voice serious.

Clara raised an eyebrow, a playful smirk on her lips. “Is that a bad thing? I thought you liked big things, Matty.”

Matthew rolled his eyes “You know what I mean. It's like you're always looking for the next thrill, the next high. And well, let's face it, having sex in the middle of the woods completely alone is not a good idea of making things bigger.”

Matthew said, his voice filled with concern.

Clara sighed, her expression turning serious. “I know it sounds crazy, but I think it could work. We just need to find the right place.”

“Think of something else, let's do it the right way. No renting chalets, no sex in public.” Matthew said firmly, his eyes meeting Clara's. 

Clara sighed, knowing he was right. “Okay, so what do you suggest?” she asked, her voice laced with disappointment. “I just thought... I don’t know what I thought. I just wanted something different.”

Matthew looked at her, his expression softening.

“Clara, I understand. But we have to be smart about this. We can’t just run off to some cabin in the woods.”

Matthew said, his voice firm. 

Clara nodded, understanding his point. “So what do you suggest?” she asked, her voice filled with curiosity.

“I don't know, do you want to invite Taylor again?” Matthew says unpretentiously.

Clara's eyes widened in surprise. "You want to invite Taylor? After what happened?"

Matthew shrugged, a playful smile on his lips. "Well, it was fun, wasn't it?"

"Wait, what if we invite Harper?” Clara says excitedly, her eyes pleading with the possibilities running through her mind. “Harper’s been feeling stagnant too, maybe she’d be up for something wild.”

Matthew raised an eyebrow “Wild, huh? Like what we did today?”

Clara bit her lip, trying to suppress a smile. “Maybe even wilder.”

“Ok but who is Harper?” Matthew asked curiously.

“She’s my best friend from school, we used to be cheerleaders together. She’s a bit of a wild one too, always up for an adventure.” Clara explained, her eyes gleaming with excitement. “And well, I know she has a thing for younger boys... boys your age...” Clara added with a mischievous grin.

"So, what do you think? Should we invite Harper?" Clara asked, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

Matthew thought for a moment before responding. "I think it's worth a shot. But we need to be careful. We can't let things get out of hand again."

“I think she's free for tomorrow, can I invite her?” Clara asked, already reaching for her phone.

Matthew nodded, a smirk playing on his lips. "Sure, why not? The more the merrier."

Clara rolled her eyes, but she couldn't help but smile. She dialed Harper's number, putting the phone on speaker.

Matthew was nervous but intrigued by Clara's friend. He had never met her before,  but he trusted Clara's judgment.

"Harper, hey it's Clara," she said into the phone, her voice filled with excitement. "How are you?"

She put the phone on speaker so Matthew could hear the conversation as well.

"Hey Clara, what's up?" Harper's voice came through the speaker, sounding casual and friendly.

"Nothing much, just wanted to see if you were free tomorrow night," Clara said, her voice laced with anticipation.

"Tomorrow night?" Harper repeated, her voice filled with curiosity.

"What's going on? You sound excited."

Clara glanced at Matthew, who was watching her with a mixture of anticipation and apprehension. She took a deep breath before speaking.

"Well, I was thinking... we could do something different tomorrow night," she said, her voice filled with excitement.

"Different? Like what?" Harper asked, her voice laced with curiosity.

Matthew leaned in closer to the phone, his eyes wide with interest.

"Well, I was thinking we could have a little... party," Clara said, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper.

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the line before Harper spoke again.

"A party? Like a real party or...?" Harper's voice trailed off, leaving the question hanging in the air.

Clara glanced at Matthew, a mischievous grin spreading across her face.

"The latter." she said, her voice low and sultry.

He leaned back against the headboard, his eyes never leaving Clara's face.

"Oh, I see" Harper said, her voice filled with understanding.

"I thought you'd never invite me to one of these again.  I've been dying to get back in the game." Harper said, her voice filled with excitement.

"What do you have in mind?" Harper asked, her voice filled with anticipation.

Clara looked at Matthew, who was watching her with a mixture of excitement and apprehension. She took a deep breath before responding.

"Well, I was thinking... we could invite some friends," she said, her voice filled with excitement.

"Make it a real night to remember."

Harper chuckled on the other end of the line. "I like the way you think, Clara. But who's 'we'? You and...?"

Clara glanced at Matthew, a small smile playing on her lips.

"Me and Matty," she said, her voice casual.

There was a moment of silence before Harper spoke again, her voice filled with surprise. "Matty? As in your brother Matthew?"

Harper asked, her voice filled with surprise.

Clara could hear the curiosity in Harper's voice and she couldn't help but smile. "Yes, that Matty," she confirmed, glancing at Matthew who was now blushing slightly.

“You're calling me to fuck your little brother? Is that it?” Harper laughs on the other end of the line “What's that? Did you lose a bet?” Harper chuckled, her voice filled with amusement.

“It's just that, you know... He's got that...” Clara says with a playful smile.

“Got what?” Harper asks genuninely interested ”Does your brother have a giant dick or something?” she laughs again.

“You know... that not yet fully developed body that you adore.” Clara said, her voice filled with mischief.

“Hey, don't talk about it on the phone...” Harper warns her ”I don't feel comfortable doing that.” she says, her voice serious.

“Cut the bullshit, are you in or not?” Clara asks, her voice filled with anticipation.

She could hear the excitement in her own voice and she knew that Harper was just as eager as she was.

“Your little brother has always been a cutie, since he was young.” Harper says considering his answer “Okay, I'll do it.” She finally says, her voice filled with excitement. 

“But what about you, won't you feel awkward, I mean, he's your brother.” Harper asked, her voice filled with concern.

“Harper, trust me, there's nothing awkward about it. We've... explored each other already.” Clara says, her voice casual.

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the line before Harper spoke again, her voice filled with surprise. “You mean... you two have already...?”

Clara nodded, even though Harper couldn't see her. “Yeah, we have. And it's been... amazing.”

Matthew blushed at Clara's words, looking away from the phone.

Harper let out a low whistle.

“Well, well, well. Sounds like you two have been keeping secrets.” Harper said, her voice filled with a mix of surprise and amusement.

Clara grinned, feeling a sense of relief that Harper was taking the news so well.

“But it's been... fun. And we thought you might want to join us.” Clara says

“Join you? As in...?” Harper asked, her voice trailing off.

“Yeah,” Clara said, her voice filled with excitement. “We thought it could be a good time for all of us.”

Clara added, her voice filled with anticipation.

Harper was silent for a moment, considering the invitation. “And what about your parents? Won't they be home?” she asked, her voice filled with concern.

Clara shook her head, even though Harper couldn't see her.

“No, they're going out of town for the weekend. It's just going to be me, Matty, and you.” she said, her voice filled with excitement.

“Just the three of us?” Harper repeated, her voice filled with curiosity.

“Yeah,. Clara confirmed, her eyes flicking to Matthew who was still blushing slightly. 

“Oh girl... You can count on me.” Harper says with sarcasm in his voice “I'm not sure if I should be excited or horrified.” 

she chuckles “But I'm in, count me in.” she says with enthusiasm.

Clara let out a sigh of relief, a smile spreading across her face.

"Thanks, Harper. I knew you'd be up for it." She thanks Harper

“Where is he? Can I talk to him for a second?” Harper asked, her voice suddenly serious.

Clara looked at her, surprised. “Sure.” she handing the phone to Matthew.

Matthew took the phone, his eyes wide with surprise. “Hello?” he said, his voice barely above a whisper.

“Hey Matty... it's Harper.” she said, her voice warm and friendly.

“Hey...” Matthew tries to speak while drowning in sea of embrasure and excitement at the same time. 

“So, Clara tells me you two have been... exploring each other.”

Matthew blushes deeply, his eyes darting to Clara who is watching him with a mixture of amusement and curiosity. “Uh... yeah,” he manages to say, his voice barely above a whisper.

Harper chuckles on the other end of the line. “Well, that’s... interesting. I mean, fucking your own sister? You gotta have balls for that.” Harper said, her voice filled with amusement.

Matthew swallowed hard, trying to find his voice. “Uh... yeah. I guess so.”

“Don't worry mama's boy, Harper will give you the treatment your sister won't give you” she chuckles.

Matthew's face turned red as he stammered, “Uh... yeah... I guess so.”

Clara snatches the cell phone from Matthew's hand “My God, what did you say to him, he's red.” She says with a laugh.

Matthew looks at her, his face still flushed with embarrassment. 

"Listen, Harper, come over tomorrow, okay? What time do you think is best? We have the whole house for the weekend, I don't have a problem with the time." Clara said, her voice filled with excitement.

"Okay, how about I come over around 7 pm? That gives us plenty of time to... you know." Harper said, her voice laced with innuendo.

"That sounds perfect." Clara replied, her eyes flicking to Matthew who was still blushing slightly.

"Okay, see you then." Harper said, her voice filled with anticipation.

"Bye Harper." Clara said, hanging up the phone and turning to Matthew.

"Well, that's settled. Harper's coming over tomorrow night." She said, a mischievous grin spreading across her face.

"Oh, you've turned into an innocent little boy ashamed of himself, how cute!" Clara teased Matthew, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "You should see your face right now."

Matthew rolled his eyes, trying to hide his embarrassment.

"I'm not ashamed, I'm just... surprised." 

“It's good that you're like this anyway, Harper likes innocent boys like you now.”

Clara says as she laughs ”It's not like you fucked me like an animal” she teases him.

Matthew chuckled, trying to regain his composure. "Yeah, well, I guess I just need to get used to this whole thing."

"Oh, you mean having sex with your sister and her friends?" Clara teased

Matthew rolled his eyes, but he couldn't help but smile. "Both, I guess."

Clara laughed, shaking her head. "Well, you better get used to it fast. Because tomorrow night is going to be... interesting."

Matthew knew she was telling the truth, so was very apprehensive.

He had never been with anyone other than Clara, and the thought of being with someone else, let alone someone as experienced as Harper, made him nervous.

"Hey, don't worry about it, okay? It's going to be fun, I promise." Clara said, noticing his apprehension.

Matthew nodded, trying to hide his nervousness. "Yeah, I know. It's just... new, you know?"

Clara smiled at him, her eyes softening. But it's going to be okay. We're in this together, remember?"

Matthew nodded again, feeling a little better. "Yeah, we are."

The next day arrived, Matthew was more than anxious and nervous, he was going to go for a orgy with his older sister and her friend . He had never done anything like this before and he was not sure how he felt about it.

The closer it got to 7pm, the sweatier Matthew got. It was like a dance of industrial noises inside Matthew's head, his head running everywhere trying to find a solution to his nervousness.

He was pacing around the living room, his heart pounding like a drum in his chest. He had never been this nervous before, not even on his first time with Clara.

"Hey, hey, hey," Clara said, coming into the living room and seeing Matthew's state. "What's got you so worked up?"

Matthew turned to her, his eyes wide. "I don't know if I can do this, Clara. I mean, what if I mess up? What if I can't... you know, perform?"

Clara chuckled, walking over to him and placing a hand on his shoulder. "First of all, calm down. You're not going to mess up. It's just Harper, for fuck's sake." Clara said, her voice calm and reassuring.

She had always loved watching Matthew squirm, and seeing him so nervous about Harper only made her more eager for the night to come.

“Anyway, are you ready? It's almost time, she could arrive at any moment ,” Clara said, her voice filled with anticipation. 

Matthew nodded, his hands shaking slightly as he ran them through his hair. “Yeah, I think so. I just... I don’t know what to expect.”

Clara stopped pacing and turned to face him, her expression softening. “Matthew, it’s just Harper. She’s not going to bite you. She is my friend.” Clara said, her voice filled with reassurance. 

“Are you going to tell me that this isn't the dream of every man who walks the earth, to fuck a hot blonde like me while fucking a hot redhead like Harper?” Clara says as she teases Matthew. “You know, Harper has always had a thing for younger guys. She thinks it's hot. And you're just her type.”

Matthew swallowed hard, trying to process everything. “But... what about you? Won't you be jealous?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

“Jealous? Of Harper? Please. I'm not worried about that. Besides, I like watching you with other people. It turns me on.” Clara says

Matthew's eyes widened in surprise. “Really? You like that?”

Matthew asked, his voice filled with disbelief.

Clara nodded, a mischievous grin spreading across her face. “Yeah, I do. It's hot watching you with someone else. It makes me feel... alive.”

Matthew looked at her, his eyes filled with curiosity. “But why? I mean, I thought you were the one who wanted to explore new things. Why would you want to watch me with someone else?”

Clara shrugged, her eyes sparkling with excitement. “I don't know. It's just... it's like a thrill. Watching you with someone else makes me feel like I'm in control. Like I'm the one calling the shots.”

Matthew nodded, understanding her point.

“Now i understand the whole Taylor thing.” Matthew adds , his voice thoughtful.

Clara nodded, her eyes gleaming with excitement.

Matthew took a deep breath, trying to calm his nerves. “Okay, so what do we do now? Do we wait for Harper to arrive or...?”

Clara grinned, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “Well, we could start by getting you ready for Harper. You know, make sure you’re... presentable.”

Matthew raised an eyebrow, a small smile playing on his lips. 

Clara chuckled, walking over to him and placing a hand on his chest. "I mean, we need to make sure you're in tip-top shape for Harper. You know, make sure you're hard and ready to go."

Matthew blushed slightly at her words, his heart pounding in his chest. "I... I think I can handle that," he said, his voice barely above a whisper.

Clara grinned, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Good. Because I have a few ideas in mind."

Before the two of them could do anything, the front doorbell rang. Like a church bell, the two heard the signal and were in a trance for a few seconds, each with their own reasons for doing so. But they were both thinking about what might happen next.

Clara was the first to break the silence. "That must be Harper," she said, her voice filled with excitement. "I'll get it."

Matthew nodded, trying to hide his nervousness. "Okay," he said, his voice barely above a whisper.

Clara walked to the front door, leaving Matthew alone in the living room. He took a deep breath, trying to calm his nerves. He could hear Clara greeting Harper, their voices filled with excitement and laughter.

"Hey girl, come on in," Clara said, opening the door and letting Harper inside.

Harper walked in, her eyes scanning the room until they landed on Matthew. She gave him a small smile, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

"Hi there, little partner" she said as she walked towards him.

"H-Hi Harper" he managed to say, his voice barely above a whisper.

Harper chuckled, walking over to him and placing a hand on his chest. "You look nervous, Matt" she said, her voice warm and friendly.

Harper smiled, her eyes filled with understanding. "Don't worry, Matty. We're all here to have fun, right?" she said, her voice reassuring.

Matthew nodded, trying to calm his nerves.

"Yeah, I guess so," he said, his voice barely above a whisper.

Harper chuckled, her eyes sparkling with mischief. Because I have a few ideas in mind to help you relax," she said, her voice filled with anticipation.

Clara walked back into the living room, her eyes flicking between Harper and Matthew. "So, what's the plan?" she asked, her voice filled with curiosity.

Harper turned to Clara, a wicked grin spreading across her face. "Well, I thought we could start with a little game of truth or dare," she said, her eyes gleaming with excitement.

"It'll help us all loosen up and get to know each other better."

Clara raised an eyebrow, a mischievous grin spreading across her face. "Oh really? And what makes you think I'm up for that?"

Harper chuckled, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "Because you're the one who suggested this in the first place, remember? Besides, it's just a little game. What's the worst that could happen?"

Matthew looked between the two of them, his heart pounding in his chest. He wasn't sure what to expect, but he knew that he was in for a wild night.

"Fine," Clara said, her voice filled with resignation.

"But I get to go first."

Harper grinned, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "Of course, darling. After all, this is your show."

They both sat down on the couch in the living room to make themselves comfortable, Clara's adorable little brother was now in the middle of the two, completely still and nervous.

Clara looked at him with a playful smile and said, "Alright Matty, let's start with a simple one. Truth or dare?"

Matthew gulped, his eyes darting between Clara and Harper. "Truth," he finally managed to say.

Clara grinned, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "Have you ever fantasized about me? I mean, before we started it all"

Matthew's face turned bright red, and he stammered, "Uh... yeah."

Harper chuckled, leaning in closer to Matthew. "I knew it," she said, her voice warm and friendly.

Clara laughed, slapping Matthew on the shoulder. "I already knew that, Harper, we were just warming up" she said with a smirk.

Harper leaned back on the couch, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "Well, now it's my turn," she said, turning to Matthew. "Truth or dare?"

Matthew hesitated for a moment before answering. "Truth" he said, his voice barely above a whisper.

He was still trying to calm his nerves and he was not sure what to expect from Harper.

Harper grinned, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "Alright then, truth it is. Have you ever jerked off thinking about me?"

Matthew's face turned even redder, He looked down at his hands, unable to meet Harper's gaze. "I don't even know you, so no." he admitted, his voice barely audible.

Clara and Harper exchanged amused glances, clearly enjoying his discomfort.

“Ok Matthew, your turn now, who are you going to ask?” Harper asks, her voice playful and teasing.

Matthew looks at Clara, trying to think of a question that won’t make him look too nervous or too stupid.

“Uh... Truth or dare?” he asks, trying to sound casual.

Clara chuckles “Are you asking for me?” she says with a playful smile. 

“Yes...” Matthew says

“Okay... let's see... I choose dare...” Clara says with a mischievous grin.

Matthew gulps, trying to think of a dare that won't make him look too foolish. "Uh... how about... how about you kiss me?" he blurts out.

Clara raises an eyebrow, a smirk playing on her lips. "You want me to kiss you?"

Matthew nods, his face turning redder by the second. "Yeah... I mean, if you want to."

Clara chuckles, leaning in closer to Matthew. "Alright then," she says, her voice low and sultry.

She presses her lips gently against his, her hand reaching up to cup his cheek.

“It's not the best kiss we've ever had” Clara says to Harper, teasing Matthew .

“No, but it's a start” Harper replies with a smirk.

Matthew's heart pounds in his chest as he feels Clara's lips on his. 

“Alright, my turn” Clara says to Harper, pulling away from Matthew.

"So, Matty... Truth or dare?" Clara asked, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

Matthew gulped, his heart pounding in his chest.

"Truth" he managed to say, his voice barely above a whisper.

Clara grinned, her eyes gleaming with amusement. "Alright then. Have you ever thought about what it would be like to be with both of us at the same time?"

Matthew's face turned bright red, and he stammered, "Uh... no. I mean, I've thought about it, but I've never actually... I mean, I've never actually done it before."

Matthew's voice was barely audible, his face flushed a deep shade of red.

Clara and Harper exchanged a glance, both of them smirking at his discomfort. 

"My turn now" Harper says with a playful smile.

She turns to Matthew and asks, "Truth or dare?"

Matthew swallows hard, trying to hide his nervousness. "Dare," he says, his voice barely above a whisper.

Harper grins wickedly, her eyes gleaming with mischief. I dare you to strip down to your underwear right now."

Matthew's eyes widen in surprise, but he can't help but feel a thrill of excitement at the thought of doing something so daring. He takes a deep breath and starts to unbutton his shirt, his hands shaking slightly.

Clara watches him with a mix of amusement and arousal, her eyes never leaving his body as he reveals more of himself.

Matthew's face is flushed with embarrassment, but there's a spark of excitement in his eyes that Clara can't help but notice.

"What do you think, Clara?" Harper asks

Clara grins wickedly, her eyes never leaving Matthew

"I think we should help him relax even more" She says, her voice filled with mischief.

Clara leans in closer to Matthew, her breath hot on his ear.

"I think we should give him a little... demonstration," she whispers.

Matthew's eyes widen in surprise, but he can't help but feel a thrill of excitement at the thought of what Clara might have in mind.

Harper chuckles, leaning back on the couch.

"Well, I'm all for that. But let's make it interesting" she says, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "How about we make it a contest? See who can make Matthew come first."

Clara grins, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "Oh, I like where this is going," she says, turning to Matthew. "What do you say, Matty? Up for the challenge?"

Matthew gulps, his heart pounding in his chest. He can't believe what's happening, but he can't deny the thrill he's feeling. "Yeah, okay," he manages to say, his voice barely above a whisper.

Harper grins, leaning in closer to him.

"I'm going to teach that mama's boy the treatment he deserves.” Harper whispers in Matthew's ear, who can't help but feel extremely aroused by Harper's words.

Clara watches them with a mix of amusement and arousal, her eyes never leaving their bodies.

“Alright, let's start,” Harper says, her voice filled with anticipation. She turns to Matthew and says, “I'll go first. I want you to lie down on the couch.”

Matthew hesitates for a moment before doing as he's told. He lies down on the couch, his heart pounding in his chest. He can feel the soft fabric of the couch beneath him, and he takes a deep breath, trying to calm his nerves.

Harper smiles at him, her eyes gleaming with mischief. She leans down and whispers in his ear, “I'm going to make you feel so good, Matty. Better than you've ever felt before.” Her breath is hot on his ear, sending shivers down his spine.

Matthew swallows hard, his eyes locked onto Harper's. He can feel his heart pounding in his chest, and his breath is coming in short gasps. He's never been this nervous before, but he's also never been this excited.

Harper smiles at him, her eyes sparkling with mischief. She reaches down and starts to unbutton his jeans, her fingers brushing against his skin. Matthew's breath hitches as she pulls his jeans down, revealing his boxers.

She looks up at him, her eyes filled with desire.

“I never thought that one day I'd actually be doing this, I've dreamed about it so much” Harper says seductively.

“Did you dream about having sex with my little brother?” Clara asks in surprise.

“Not exactly, but with boys his age...” Harper stops talking while leaving the answer hanging in the air.

She looks at Clara with a mischievous grin before turning back to Matthew. "But now that I have him here, I'm going to make sure he enjoys every second of it."

Matthew's breath hitches as Harper's fingers trace the waistband of his boxers. He can feel his heart pounding in his chest, and he's not sure if he's more nervous or excited. He looks over at Clara, who's watching them with a mix of amusement and arousal. She winks at him, and he can't help but feel a little more at ease.

Harper leans down and presses her lips to Matthew's neck, her tongue flicking out to taste his skin. He gasps at the contact, his body tensing. Harper chuckles, her breath hot on his ear.

"Relax, Matty. We're just getting started," she whispers, her voice low and sultry. She kisses her way down his neck, her hands roaming over his chest and stomach

Matthew takes a deep breath, trying to calm his nerves.

He can feel his body responding to Harper's touch, and he's starting to feel more at ease. He looks over at Clara again, and she gives him an encouraging smile.

"Now, let's see how good you are." Harper says, her voice filled with challenge.

She looks over at Clara, a smirk playing on her lips. "You ready to watch me make your brother squirm?"

Clara chuckles, leaning back on the couch and getting comfortable. "Oh, I'm ready. Let's see what you've got."

"You ready for this, Matty?" she asks, her voice low and sultry. Matthew nods, his breath coming in short gasps.

He can't believe this is actually happening, but he's too turned on to stop now.

Harper grins, her eyes gleaming with mischief. She hooks her fingers into the waistband of his boxers and starts to pull them down, revealing more of him with each inch. Matthew's breath hitches as she finally pulls them off completely, leaving him naked and vulnerable.

Harper takes a moment to appreciate the view, her eyes roaming over his body. "You're even more gorgeous than I imagined," she says, her voice filled with appreciation.

Matthew blushes slightly at her words, but he can't help but feel a sense of pride at her compliment.

Harper leans down and presses her lips gently against his, her tongue flicking out to taste his mouth. Matthew gasps at the contact, his hands reaching up to tangle in her hair. Harper deepens the kiss, her tongue exploring his mouth with a hunger that surprises him.

When she finally pulls away, Matthew is left breathless and panting. Harper smiles at him, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "You taste even better than I thought you would," she says, her voice low and sultry.

“Now, let's teach this little fella what he deserves” Harper says as she starts sucking him off.

She takes him deep into her mouth, her head bobbing up and down as she works him with her lips and tongue. 

“I think you've done it more times than my sister.” Matthew says, noticing Harper's skill with her tongue.

Harper chuckles, pulling back for a moment to look up at him. "Oh, honey, you have no idea," she says with a wink. "But don't worry, I'm going to make sure you enjoy every second of this."

Matthew's breath hitches as Harper takes him back into her mouth, her head bobbing up and down with increasing speed. He can feel his body tensing, his orgasm building with each passing second.

He looks over at Clara, who's watching them with wide-eyed fascination. She licks her lips, her eyes never leaving Harper's mouth as it moves up and down on Matthew's cock.

"You're really good at that, Harper," Clara comments, her voice filled with admiration.

Harper pulls back, a wicked grin spreading across her face. "Why, thank you, Clara. I do have a few tricks up my sleeve." she says, her eyes gleaming with mischief.

“Is my mouth better than your sister's, Matty?” Harper says, teasing Matthew in a cute voice as she continues to suck him off.

Matthew can't help but moan in response, his hips bucking slightly as he tries to keep up with Harper's rhythm. “I... I don't know,” he manages to say between gasps.

Clara chuckles, leaning forward to get a better view. “Well, I think Harper's got you beat.” she says with a smirk.

Harper grins, pulling back for a moment to look up at Matthew. “See? I told you I was good,” she says with a wink.

Matthew can't help but smile at her confidence. He reaches down and runs his fingers through her red hair, pulling her closer to him.

Harper looks up at him, her eyes filled with desire. "You like that, don't you, Matty?" she says, her voice low and sultry. "Yeah," he manages to say, his voice barely above a whisper. "Good," she says, before taking him back into her mouth.

Clara watches them, her eyes wide with fascination. She can't believe how turned on she is by watching Harper with Matthew. She's always known that Harper was a bit of a wild one, but she never thought she'd be into watching her with someone else.

But now, seeing Harper's head bobbing up and down on Matthew's cock, Clara can't help but feel a thrill of excitement coursing through her veins.

Matthew's moans fill the room, and Clara can see the tension in his body building with each passing second. She watches as Harper's hands roam over his chest and stomach.

“Hey, don't cum Matty. Wait for my turn” Clara says in an attempt to help her brother.

“Do you think I control this?” Matthew asks, his voice strained with pleasure and effort.

Harper pulls back slightly, her eyes locked onto Matthew’s. “He's not going to wait, is he, Matty?” she says, her voice breathy. “He's going to come in Mama's mouth” she adds with a wicked grin.

Clara’s eyes widen in surprise, but she can’t deny the thrill she feels at the thought of watching Matthew come in Harper’s mouth. She shifts on the couch, her body aching with desire.

“Oh god,” Matthew moans, his body tensing as he reaches the edge of his orgasm. “I can’t... I can’t hold it back.”

Harper looks up at him, her eyes filled with desire. “Then don’t,” she says, her voice low and sultry. “Cum for me, Matty.”

Matthew’s body convulses as he comes, his hot seed spilling into Harper’s mouth.

She swallows every drop, her eyes locked onto his as she milks him dry. When he finally finishes, she pulls back, a satisfied smile on her face.

“Mmm, you taste even better than I imagined,” she says, licking her lips.

Matthew is left panting and boneless on the couch, his body spent from the intense orgasm. Clara watches them, her eyes wide with a mix of surprise and arousal. She can’t believe what she just witnessed, but she can’t deny the heat pooling between her legs.

“Well, that was... something,” Clara says, breaking the silence.

Harper chuckles, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.

"That was just the appetizer," she says, her voice filled with mischief. "Now it's your turn, Clara."

“I've already lost anyway, but if you say so...”  Clara said, her voice filled with resignation.

Clara took a deep breath, trying to calm her nerves. She looked over at Matthew, who was still lying on the couch, his body spent from his intense orgasm. She felt a pang of guilt for putting him in this situation, but she also felt a thrill of excitement at the thought of what was to come.

“I'm sorry I came in her turn.” Matthew Matthew said, still trying to catch his breath.

"Don't worry about it, Matty. We're all here to have fun, remember?" she said, her voice warm and reassuring.

“She really turned me on when she said that.” He adds, his voice still breathless.

Clara chuckles, “Well, I guess we’ll just have to make sure you’re ready for round two then, won’t we?” she says with a playful grin.

Matthew looks up at her, his eyes filled with a mix of surprise and excitement. “Round two?” he asks, his voice barely above a whisper.

“We'll have as many rounds as we want, you're our toy now” Harper says into Matthew's ear, who can't help but get excited by the words.

Clara chuckles, shaking her head at Harper's boldness. 

"You're something else, Harper," she says with a smile. She turns to Matthew, who is still trying to catch his breath. "Alright, Matty. Let's get you cleaned up and ready for round two."

Time has passed, and not just the second round, several, countless rounds have passed. Over time Matty became less ashamed of Harper and began to act as he did with Clara.

Fucking them both like an unstoppable beast, Harper didn't like it at first but over time learned to tame the beast.

On the sofa, in the living room, in the hallway, in the kitchen, the whole house became a playground for the three of them to play.

They were all lost in their own world of pleasure and excitement. Clara and Harper were both insatiable, and Matthew was more than willing to keep up with their demands.

Clara watched as Harper straddled Matthew, her red hair cascading down her back as she moved her hips in a rhythmic motion. Matthew's hands were on her hips, guiding her movements as he thrust up into her. Clara could see the pleasure on both of their faces, and it sent a shiver of desire down her spine.

Watching her little brother fuck her best friend excited Clara, and seeing her best friend having sex with her little brother excited Harper. A two-way street.

Harper liked to tame the beast that Matthew was, often calling him names like “Mama's boy”, “crybaby boy”, “little boy” and so on.

Harper had something for pretending to be his mother, and Matthew for being her son. It was a twisted dynamic that they all seemed to enjoy.

Clara watched them from the doorway, her heart pounding in her chest as she took in the sight of Harper riding Matthew like a wild horse. She could see the sweat glistening on their skin, and the way their bodies moved together in perfect sync was almost hypnotic.

She couldn't help but feel a sense of pride at how well they were working together. It was clear that they had a deep understanding of each other's bodies, and they were using that knowledge to their advantage. She knew that she was next in line, and she was both excited and nervous about what was to come.

Clara, on the other hand, liked to just fuck him normally, as they already did. But she couldn't help noticing the incest role-play between the two of them, even though they weren't related at all.

It was a taboo that Clara couldn't help but find thrilling. She had always been curious about what it would be like to be with someone she wasn't supposed to be with, and now she was watching it unfold right before her eyes.

She knew that she should feel guilty, but all she could feel was a deep sense of arousal.

Harper leaned back, her hands on Matthew's chest as she rode him slowly, her eyes locked onto his. "You like that, don't you, little boy?" she purred, her voice low and sultry.

Matthew nodded, his breath coming in short gasps. "Yes, Mom" he said, his voice barely above a whisper.

Clara's eyes widened in surprise at the sound of Matthew calling Harper "Mama." She had never heard him talk like that before, and it sent a thrill of excitement coursing through her veins.

Harper smiled, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction.

"Good boy," she said, her voice filled with praise. She leaned down and pressed her lips to Matthew's, her tongue exploring his mouth with a hunger that surprised him.

Clara watched them, her eyes wide with fascination. She had never seen this side of Harper before, and it was both thrilling and a little intimidating. She couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy at the sight of them together, but she also felt a deep sense of arousal.

Harper pulled back, her eyes locked onto Matthew's. "You ready for Mama to make you come, little boy?" she asked, her voice low and sultry.

Matthew nodded eagerly, his body tense with anticipation. Harper smiled, her eyes gleaming with mischief. She reached down and started to stroke him slowly, her fingers wrapping around his length as she began to move her hand up and down.

Clara watched them, her heart pounding in her chest as she took in the sight of Harper's hand moving on Matthew's cock. She could see the pleasure on his face, and it sent a shiver of desire down her spine. 

“Cum in Mommy's mouth” Harper said as she continued to stroke him.

Matthew's breath hitched as he felt his orgasm building. He looked over at Clara, who was watching them with wide-eyed fascination. She licked her lips, her eyes never leaving Harper's hand as it moved up and down on Matthew's cock.

“Look at me, bad boy, look into your mother's eyes.” Harper  commanded, her voice stern yet filled with desire. Matthew's gaze snapped back to her, his eyes locked onto hers as she continued to stroke him. He could feel his orgasm building, his body tensing with each passing second.

“That's it, baby. Cum for Mommy. Show me how much you love me.” Harper purred, her voice low and sultry. Matthew's breath hitched as he felt himself reach the edge. He couldn't hold back any longer.

“I'm... I'm gonna...” he managed to say, his voice strained with pleasure and effort.

“Yes, baby. Cum for Mommy.” Harper encouraged, her hand moving faster on his cock.

Matthew’s body convulsed as he came, his hot seed spilling into Harper’s mouth. She swallowed every drop, her eyes locked onto his as she milked him dry.

The rest of the night was no different, both of them alternating on Matthew's cock. Who was now torn between role-playing as a mother with his sister's hot redheaded friend or fucking his older sister for real.

He was in heaven, but also in hell. He was living his wildest fantasies,  yet he was also grappling with the reality of his situation. The taboo nature of their relationship was both thrilling and terrifying. He couldn't help but feel a sense of guilt for enjoying it so much, but at the same time, he couldn't deny the intense pleasure he was experiencing.

At three in the morning, the three decided it was time to stop. After hours of non-stop fucking, Matthew's balls were completely dry.

The three of them lay on Clara's bed, completely sweaty and breathing heavily . Clara's blonde hair was sticking to her face, and Harper's red hair was a mess of tangles. Matthew was in the middle, his body exhausted but his mind racing.

"Well, that was certainly something," Clara said, breaking the silence. She looked over at Matthew, a small smile playing on her lips. "You did good, Matty."

“I think I like incest.” Matthew says offhandedly as he stares at the ceiling.

He's still trying to process everything that just happened.

Harper chuckles, propping herself up on one elbow to look at him. "You're such a little pervert, Matt" she says with a grin. "But I have to admit, I'm not complaining."

Clara rolls her eyes but can't help but smile. "You two are something else," she says, shaking her head. "I never thought I'd see the day when you'd be calling Harper 'Mom'."

Matthew blushes slightly at the mention of his role-playing with Harper. "It just felt... natural," he says, his voice soft.

“Did you know this only after pretending to be my son or before fucking your older sister?” Harper teases, nudging Matthew playfully.

Matthew chuckles, “Well, I always knew I had a thing for older women, but I never thought I'd be into the whole incest thing until...” he trails off, looking at Clara.

Clara blushes slightly at the mention of their relationship. “Until what, Matty?” she asks, her voice soft.

“Until I realized how much I wanted you,” Matthew says, his voice filled with sincerity. 

“Oh, that's so cute, I think I'm going to melt.” Says Harper as she laughs. "But seriously, Matty, you're something else. I've never met anyone who could keep up with me like you do."

Matthew smiles at her, his chest puffing up with pride. "Thanks, Harper. I guess I just have a high sex drive."

Clara chuckles, "I mean, he lives with me. He needs to have that." Clara chimes in, a playful smirk on her face. 

Harper grins, leaning in to press a quick kiss to Matthew's lips. "That we have," she agrees. She turns to Clara, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "So, what do you say we make this a regular thing?"

Clara raises an eyebrow, considering the suggestion. "You mean, like, a threesome every weekend?" Clara asks, her voice filled with surprise.

Harper nods, her eyes gleaming with excitement. "Exactly. We make it a regular thing, something we all look forward to."

Matthew looks between the two of them, a mix of excitement and apprehension in his eyes. "I don't know, guys. That sounds... intense."

Clara chuckles, "Intense is an understatement. But I have to admit, I'm intrigued."

Harper grins, "Well, then it's settled. Every weekend, we'll have our little... family time."

Matthew swallows hard, trying to process the idea. "Okay, but what about... you know, the rest of the time? What about our regular lives?" he asks, his voice filled with concern.

Harper waves her hand dismissively. "Oh, don't worry about that. We'll just keep it on the down-low. No one needs to know about our little... arrangement."

Clara nods in agreement. "You're right. We can't let anyone find out about this. It's too risky."

“Our parents don't go away every weekend” Matthew says to Clara. “They would notice something is up if we suddenly started having threesomes every weekend.”

Clara and Harper exchange a glance, considering Matthew's point. They both know that he's right. Their parents are perceptive and would definitely notice if something was off.

“You’re right, Matty,” Clara says, her voice softening. “We can’t just start having threesomes every weekend. We need to be more discreet.”

Harper nods in agreement. “We’ll have to be careful. Maybe we can have our little... family time on the weekends when our parents are out of town.”

Matthew sighs in relief. “That sounds like a better plan. But what about when they're home?” Matthew asks, still trying to wrap his head around the logistics of their new arrangement.

Clara and Harper exchange a mischievous glance before Harper speaks up. “Well, Matty, we could always get creative. There are plenty of places in this house where we could... entertain ourselves without being caught.”

Matthew's eyes widen at the suggestion. “You mean, like, sneaking around and having quickies in closets or something?” he asks, his voice filled with surprise.

Clara chuckles at the idea. “Exactly. Or maybe we could have little signals to let each other know when the coast is clear. Like, if I leave my bedroom door open, that means it's safe for one of you to come in," Clara suggested, her eyes gleaming with excitement at the thought of sneaking around with her brother and best friend.

Harper nodded eagerly. "I like where this is going. And maybe we could have a safe word too, just in case someone needs to bail out quickly."

Matthew chuckled. "Like what? 'Mom's home'?"

Harper rolled her eyes. "No, smartass. Something more subtle. How about 'banana'?"

Clara laughed. "Banana? Really?"

Harper shrugged. "It's the first thing that came to mind."

“We fucked in the whole house, right?” Matthew wonders “Pretended we're an incestuous family or something.”

"Well, I'm not really your family, unlike Clara” Harper adds ”But yeah, I guess so” she says with a smirk.

Clara chuckles, "Well, I guess that makes us all a little twisted, doesn't it?" This is all just so... intense. I mean, we're talking about sneaking around and having sex in closets. That's some next-level stuff."

“Clara, I know we fucked in our parents' bed but we can do it again. Now? With Harper?” Matthew asks, his voice filled with a mix of excitement and apprehension.

He looks at Clara, who is watching him with a curious expression. "You mean, like, right now? In our parents' bed?" she asks, her voice filled with surprise.

“Boy, you really are a beast” Harper laughs as she says

Matthew blushes slightly at the compliment but can't help but feel a thrill of excitement at the thought of fucking Harper who is watching him with a mischievous grin.

He looks over at Clara who is watching them with wide-eyed fascination.

“Harper, let's go to my parents' room, please.” Matthew says as he stands up from the bed.

“Alright, let’s do it.” Harper says with a sigh.

The two of them fucked in Matthew's parents' bed. Clara was too tired to join in the fun, so she lay on her bed on her bedroom.

The incest role-playing was as much a part of this fuck as the others.

Harper was in charge of the role-playing, and she was enjoying it immensely.

She was now in the role of Matthew's mother, and she was treating him like a little boy who needed to be punished for his naughty behavior.

Matthew was a lucky man, a happy man, who had won everything the average man could dream of having. 

He had a beautiful, fit sister who was also his lover, and a best friend who was not only a red-haired goddess but also a willing participant in their incestuous threesome.  

A dream he had once dreamed of having.

After that weekend, Matthew and Clara's parents returned, the house was in order, and every now and then Harper would visit Matthew at his house when his parents were away.

Clara didn't help at all, apart from watching her little brother fuck her best friend. She was happy to just watch and enjoy the show.

The three of them were careful to keep their arrangement secret. They never spoke about it openly and always made sure to be discreet when they were together.

Between the false incest of son and mother and the real incest of brother and sister, Matthew found himself in a position where losing was not a reality. He was living his wildest fantasies, and he couldn't believe how lucky he was.