His breath hitched hard when my fingers closed around him. He inhaled heavily “Emma…” he whispered

I didn’t let go, I just held him there for a second, feeling how hot and heavy he was in my palm. He was thicker than I expected, the skin soft but the shaft underneath rock-hard and already leaking at the tip.

“Emma, please… this is wrong,” he begged again, eyes wide and panicked. “Dad just adopted me. You’re my sister now. If he finds out… if Brooke finds out…”

“I know,” I said softly, my voice was shaking too. “I know it’s fucked up.” But I couldn't control myself not to, not after...