Crossing the Line

The storm had passed, leaving the lake house wrapped in a heavy, charged silence. My lips still tingled from Ben’s kisses, my body humming with unmet need. I was soaked my bikini bottoms ruined, my thighs slippery with arousal from grinding against him like a desperate slut. Guilt crashed over me in waves as I pulled back from his lap, staring at my brother with wide eyes. This was insane. He was my blood. The boy who used to tease me about my pigtails and scare away my bullies. And now I’d been dry humping his cock like it was the only thing that could save me....