The heat clung to everything, thick and suffocating. Crickets hummed their nighttime chorus outside the open window, the scent of honeysuckle drifting in on the slow, warm breeze. It was the kind of summer night that felt endless—heavy with something unspoken, something waiting to happen.

Evangeline lay on her side in bed, staring at the slats of moonlight stretching across the floor. She could hear him breathing in the dark. Alec’s room was just across the hall, but that never stopped him.

She knew the sound of his footsteps by heart, soft and deliberate against the old wooden floor. She felt it when he stopped just outside her door, lingering. Her heart stuttered.

She should tell him to go back to his room.

She didn’t.

The door creaked as it opened. Alec didn’t ask permission—he never did. He just stepped inside, moving through the dark like a shadow, closing the door behind him.

Evangeline didn’t move as the mattress dipped under his weight. She could feel the heat of him, the warmth of his skin even in the cool slip of night air.

“Couldn’t sleep?” she whispered.

“Didn’t want to.” His voice was low, threaded with something dangerous.

She turned her head, finally looking at him. The glow from the window carved sharp angles into his face, making him look older than eighteen, more like the man he was becoming. His dark hair was tousled, a mess from restless hands. His jaw was tight.

She knew that look.

“What are you doing, Alec?” she asked, though she wasn’t sure she wanted the answer.

He reached out, fingers tracing the bare skin of her arm, slow and deliberate. Her pulse jumped.

“You already know.”

She swallowed hard, her breath coming quicker. She should say something to stop this. They weren’t kids anymore, and the way he looked at her now wasn’t the way a brother should look at his sister.

But God, she didn’t want him to stop.

The air between them was thick, charged. His hand slid up, fingers grazing her collarbone, then her throat. He curled his fingers there, not squeezing, just holding.

Her body betrayed her. She leaned into it, into him.

“This is wrong,” she whispered.

Alec’s lips curved into a slow, wicked smile. “Then why does it feel so right?”

The last thread of restraint between them snapped.

And there was no going back.

Alec leaned closer, the scent of him—sandalwood and sweat—enveloping her. He whispered against her ear, "I need you, Evie. More than I know how to put into words." His words sent a shiver down her spine, the weight of them heavy with desire and something else—desperation.

Evangeline's thoughts raced back to all the nights they'd spent together, their bodies entwined, sharing the warmth and comfort of sibling love. But now, that love was unfurling into something unfamiliar, something that made her pulse pound in her ears and her skin feel too tight.

People had always whispered about their closeness, about the way Alec would watch her with an intensity that made others uncomfortable. She had dismissed it as brotherly concern, but now she wondered if it had been more than that all along. If their bond had been a slow burn, simmering under the surface of their everyday lives, waiting for the right moment to ignite.

Their parents had been so consumed by their careers that the siblings had become a world unto themselves. Their mother, a tireless surgeon, and their father, a sharp-witted lawyer, had always been there physically, but emotionally, they were often too exhausted to offer the guidance and boundaries that children needed. It was Alec who had stayed home to take care of her when she was too sick to go to school, Alec who had held her hand during their grandpa’s funeral, Alec who had whispered comfort to her on nights when the shadows grew too large.

Now, with his hand on her throat, his breath hot against her skin, Alec leaned in and kissed her. It was the first time their lips had met in anything but a chaste, familial brush, and the sensation was electric. The kiss was gentle at first, almost tentative as if he were asking permission with his lips. But the moment she responded, her mouth opening to his, his kiss grew bolder. He tasted like mint and the sweetness of the candy he’d had before bed.

Evangeline’s hand reached out her fingers skirting under his white tee, finding the bare skin of his back, her nails digging into the taut muscles. The fabric of his shirt was rough under her fingertips, and she felt his body react to her touch. Alec’s hand slid up to cradle her face, his thumb tracing the line of her jaw as his tongue slipped into her mouth. It was a dance they had never learned, a rhythm that was at once unfamiliar and intoxicating.

Her heart was racing now, a drumbeat echoing in her chest. She could feel the heat from his body, his hard cock pressing against her thigh, and she knew that she was about to cross a line that could never be uncrossed. But she didn’t push him away. Instead, she leaned further into the kiss, her body responding to his touch with a fiery intensity that she had never felt before.

He slid his hand down her body, his palm cupping her breast through the thin fabric of her nightgown. She gasped, arching her back, and Alec took it as an invitation. His thumb brushed her nipple, and she felt it pebble under his touch, her body begging for more. The wrongness of it all made it feel even more exhilarating.

Evangeline’s hand found the hem of his shirt, pulling it up over his head, revealing the lean, muscular body she had glimpsed so many times but never truly touched. The sight of him in the moonlight was breathtaking. Her eyes roved over his chest and abs, tracing the contours of his muscles, and the dusting of dark hair that led down to the waistband of his shorts.

Her own nightgown was next. Alec’s eyes darkened as it slid up her thighs, exposing her to the cool night air. She felt the heat of his gaze like a brand, setting her skin alight. The fabric caught on her nipples, and she whimpered.

He kissed her again, deep and slow, his hand moving to cover her bare breast. His thumb flicked over her hardened peak, sending a jolt of pleasure through her. His touch was gentle, and soothing, as if he could feel her racing heart and wanted to calm her. He knew her fears, knew her hesitations, and yet he was here, his body speaking a language that promised protection and comfort.

"It's okay," Alec murmured, his voice a velvet rumble against her ear. "You're safe with me, Evie. You've always been safe with me." His hand continued to play with her nipple, his touch a sweet torment that made her want to both push him away and pull him closer.

Evangeline closed her eyes, savoring the sensations, her body thrumming with a need she hadn't realized existed until now. She felt his hand drift down her stomach, his fingers dancing over her hip bone before sliding under the elastic of her panties. He was so close to her pussy, so close to the part of her that was aching for him. Throbbing, achy, and wet.

When his fingers found her wetness, she couldn't help but let out a soft moan. Alec’s touch was featherlight at first, exploring, testing. She bit her lip, trying to keep her body from responding too obviously, but it was a lost cause. His touch grew bolder, stroking her folds, and she arched her back, pressing into his hand.

He pulled away just enough to whisper, "You're so beautiful, Evie." The words were a benediction in the quiet night, a declaration that sent warmth spreading through her like a fine wine. She had never felt more seen, more desired. Alec’s eyes searched hers, looking for rejection, but all he found was a mirror of his own need.

He slipped a finger into her pussy, his gaze never leaving hers. "You're so wet for me." The awe in his voice was clear, and it was like he was discovering something sacred, something only meant for him. His eyes darkened as he began to move, his strokes slow and deliberate, as if he were memorizing every inch of her.

Evangeline had never been touched like this before. Her only experiences were the tentative explorations of her own body in the quiet of her room, never knowing what it felt like to have someone else's touch bring her to the brink of pleasure. Now, with Alec's finger inside her, she realized just how much she had been craving this, craving him. Her walls clenched around him, and she felt a pressure building deep within her, something she had only read about in the books she kept hidden under her mattress.

His thumb found her clit, and she gasped at the sensation. It was like he knew her body better than she did. His touch was precise, sending waves of pleasure crashing over her. Her hips began to move in time with his hand, silently asking for more, demanding it even though she didn't know how to voice it.

He added another finger, stretching her, filling her. She moaned his name, the sound slipping from her lips unbidden, a confession in the dark. Alec’s eyes closed, his breathing shallow. He watched her face, the play of emotions—pleasure, confusion, and something else he couldn’t quite read.

Her hand reached down and found the bulge in his shorts, and he groaned. She had never touched him there before, had never allowed herself to think about it.  But now, with him sliding his thick fingers in and out of her wet pussy, she had to touch him, too.

Evangeline’s voice was a breathy whisper, "It feels so good, Alec." Her words were barely audible, but the admission seemed to spur him on. He kissed her harder, his thumb pressing against her clit in a way that made her toes curl.

"Do you like that?" he murmured against her skin, his own breathing ragged.

Her only answer was a series of moans that grew louder with each stroke. Alec’s hand paused, watching her face as she panted, trying to process the intensity of the sensations. He loved the little sounds she made—the soft gasps, the whimpers, the way she whispered his name like a secret. They were a symphony that played straight to his cock, making it throb with need.

He leaned in, his breath hot against her ear. “Can I taste you?”

Evangeline’s eyes went wide, and she froze for a moment. The question was like a jolt of electricity, sending a thrill through her. She knew what he meant, and had fantasized about it, but hearing him say it aloud was something else entirely.

Afraid to say the words out loud, she bit her lip and nodded. He kissed his way down her neck, his teeth grazing her skin just hard enough to leave a trail of goosebumps. His hand slid from her pussy, leaving her feeling empty for the briefest of moments before his mouth took its place.

Evangeline gasped as Alec’s tongue touched her clit, tentative at first, and then more firmly. He tasted her sweetness, a flavor that was uniquely hers. The sensation was overwhelming, and she couldn’t hold back the moan that escaped her lips as she bucked off the bed. 

He chuckled against her skin, the vibration sending shivers down her spine, "easy baby girl."

Her brother's voice was rough like gravel as he kissed her pussy lips, "I've got you," he gripped her thighs firmly as he ran his tongue from entrance to clit.

Her eyes rolled back into her head and her hand tangled in his hair, guiding him. Alec’s tongue circled her clit, then flicked it again and again. He was driving her crazy, and she could feel her orgasm approaching like a storm.

He sucked her clit into his mouth, and she cried out, the pleasure so intense it was almost painful. Her hips jerked upward, seeking more pressure, more of his mouth on her.

"Alec," she panted, her voice ragged. "Oh, God, yes."

Her nails scored his shoulders as she writhed beneath him, her body tightening with each pass of his tongue. The pressure was building, coiling tighter and tighter. She was so close.

This was nothing like how it felt when she touched herself. There was a raw, unbridled passion to his touch that she had never experienced in her quiet moments of solitude. His mouth on her was a revelation, a declaration of his desire that she could not deny. His hands held her firmly in place as he explored her with his tongue, finding every sensitive spot and exploiting it to the fullest.

Alec licked her folds with a hunger that was both shocking and exhilarating. He traced the delicate line where her thigh met her pussy, the soft, tender skin that quivered at his touch. His tongue delved into the warm, wet cavern of her, savoring her taste, memorizing her. He lapped at her clit, feeling it swell beneath his ministrations, the little pearl of pleasure that he knew could bring her to the brink.

Evangeline's breaths grew shallow as Alec's tongue danced around her clit, swirling and flicking. She could feel the wetness of her arousal coating his chin, mixing with the saliva that made his skin glisten in the moonlight. His nose nuzzled her pubic mound, breathing in her scent as he kissed and licked her in the most intimate of ways. He tasted her, savored her, explored the velvety softness of her inner lips, the slickness of her entrance.

"You taste like heaven, Evie," Alec murmured, his voice muffled against her skin. His words sent a fresh wave of heat through her, making her pussy throb. She had never heard anything more erotic than the way he talked about her most private part, reducing her to a puddle of need. He licked her with a hunger that spoke of a desire that had been building for years, a hunger that was no longer hidden. "So sweet and salty, like the sea on a hot day."

Evangeline felt her cheeks flush at his words, the intimacy of his description making her pussy clench around his fingers. He had a way of making her feel like the most precious, delicate thing in the world, yet at the same time, his touch was primal, demanding. "Alec," she whimpered, his name a prayer on her lips as his tongue delved deeper.

"You don't know how many times I've dreamed of this," he groaned as he continued to lick with his warm wet tongue. Your pussy is like a treasure map," he said, his voice thick with lust, "every fold, every taste tells a story of where I need to go to make you come." He took his time, savoring each part of her as if it were a decadent dessert. His teeth grazed her clit, making her jerk and whine. "You're so sweet, like honey, and your scent," he inhaled deeply, "it's intoxicating, it's home." He nuzzled into her. Evangeline tugged at her hair. How would they ever be the same after this?

"Alec, I think..." she gasped, her body tightening around his fingers. He already knew her so well, knew the signs that she was close. Her legs quivered.

He pulled back, looking up at her with dark eyes filled with desire. "Tell me, Evie," he whispered. "Tell me if you're going to cum for me." His voice was a command and a question all at once, demanding yet tender.

Her eyes locked onto his, the intensity of the moment stealing her breath. She felt the orgasm building, a crescendo that seemed to have been years in the making. The wrongness of it all crashed over her like a tidal wave, but she couldn't find the strength to fight it. "I am," She groaned, "I'm going to cum," she whimpered, the words barely escaping her.

Alec's eyes lit up with triumph and a dark hunger as he felt her body tighten around his fingers. He knew he had her, knew that he could make her shatter. His thumb circled her clit faster, pressing harder as he watched her face contort with the beginnings of her climax. He wanted to feel her come undone under his touch, to know that he could give her something no one else ever had.

"Are you going to cum on my fingers?" he asked, his voice a low growl that sent another jolt of pleasure through her. It was a question that seemed to echo through the room, heavy with meaning. It was a declaration of his dominance, a claiming of her body that she couldn’t deny.

Evangeline’s breath caught in her throat as she felt the orgasm building. "Yes," she whispered, her eyes fluttering shut as she gave in to the sensations. It was a simple word, but it held so much power—a confession of her desire, a surrender to the moment.

And then Alec went primal. The gentle strokes of his tongue turned to firm, almost demanding laps. He sucked on her clit, his teeth grazing the sensitive nub just enough to send bolts of pleasure through her body. His fingers curled inside her, finding that spot that made her legs tremble. It was as if he had unleashed something wild and untamed in himself, something that had been waiting, dormant, for this very moment.

Her eyes flew open, watching him between her legs, his face a picture of raw hunger. He was no longer the protective brother she knew—he was a man, a creature of desire claiming what was his. His eyes never left hers as he brought her closer and closer to the edge.

With a final, powerful flick of his tongue and a twist of his fingers, she came. Evangeline’s body arched off the bed, her back bowing in a silent scream as the pleasure overwhelmed her. Alec's name was on her lips, a litany of need and release. The sensation was unlike anything she had ever felt before, a conflagration of sensation that set her alight from the inside out.

Her pussy clenched around his fingers, her juices spilling out onto his hand and down her thighs. Alec watched her come with a mix of pride and hunger, his cock throbbing with the need to be inside her. When her orgasm had subsided, leaving her panting and trembling, he slowly pulled his fingers from her, bringing them to his mouth. He sucked them clean, savoring her taste. It was a gesture that was both intimate and claiming.

Evangeline watched him, her eyes glazed with desire. Her chest heaved, and she could feel her heart racing as she lay there, her body still humming with pleasure. She had never felt so exposed, so vulnerable. Yet, she didn’t feel violated. Alec had always been a part of her, and now, in this most intimate way, they were truly connected.

"More," she breathed, the word slipping out before she could think better of it. Alec’s eyes snapped up to hers, a question in his gaze. She didn’t know what she was asking for, only that she didn’t want this to end, didn’t want him to stop touching her. She craved more of him, more of this feeling that was both terrifying and exhilarating.

He took a moment, his chest rising and falling heavily, his eyes searching hers. Then, with a nod that seemed to confirm his own decision, he stood, his hand reaching for the waistband of his shorts. The sound of his zipper echoed through the room, and she felt a fresh rush of desire at the sight of his erection, standing tall and proud.

"Ohh…" she murmured, the word slipping from her in a breathless whisper. "You're so big."

Alec chuckled, the sound sending a shiver down her spine. "I've been waiting for you to see me like this, Evie." He took a moment to appreciate the sight of her sprawled out on the bed, her legs still shaking from her orgasm. Her cheeks were flushed, and her eyes were glazed with lust. He felt a surge of pride that he had been the one to bring her to that point.

Evangeline swallowed hard, trying to find her voice. "Alec," she whispered, the word almost a whine. "We can't." But even as she said it, she knew she didn’t mean it. Her body was still singing with pleasure, begging for more of his touch.

Alec paused, his body hovering over her. He looked at her, his expression a mix of passion and something deeper, something more intense. "Tell me to stop," he said, his voice a low rumble. "If you mean it, I'll go. But if you don't..."

Evangeline’s eyes searched his, the turmoil of emotions within her reflected in the pools of blue. This was a pivotal moment, a line in the sand. If she said the words, they could go back to being brother and sister. But if she didn’t...

Her voice was barely a whisper, "Don't stop."

With those words, Alec’s hand wrapped around the base of his cock, and he guided himself to her opening. The tip of his shaft brushed against her wetness, sending a jolt of need through him. He watched her face, looking for any sign of hesitation, any reason to hold back. But all he saw was desire, a mirror of his own.

He pushed in, slow and steady, watching as her eyes went wide with a mix of pain and pleasure. She was so tight, so much tighter than he had ever imagined. It took every ounce of his willpower not to slam into her, to claim her in one swift movement. Instead, he took his time, letting her body adjust to his size.

Her nails dug into his back, her teeth sunk into her bottom lip, but she didn't tell him to stop. He watched as her eyes slowly closed, her body accepting him inch by inch. When he was fully seated, he paused, savoring the feeling of her warm, wet pussy surrounding him.

A single tear rolled down Evangeline’s cheek, a silent confession of the emotional turmoil she was experiencing. Alec paused, his body tense with concern. He brushed it away with his thumb, the tender gesture at odds with the urgency of his need.

"Evie, are you okay?" His voice was thick with lust, but the love and care in his eyes were unmistakable.

Evie nodded, the reality of what they were doing crashing over her like a wave. "It's just... it's so much," she whispered, her voice trembling.

Alec kissed her softly, his cock still buried deep within her. "We can stop, if want to," he said, his voice filled with concern.

But Evangeline knew she didn’t want to stop. She wanted to feel him, all of him, and she knew she had to tell him that. "No," she murmured, her voice still shaky. "I want this."

With that, she pulled him closer, her nails digging into the muscles of his back as she urged him to continue. Alec's eyes searched hers, looking for any sign of doubt, but all he saw was need—a mirror of his own. He leaned in, claiming her mouth in a bruising kiss, his hips beginning to move in a slow, deliberate rhythm that made her moan.

Her walls clenched around him, adjusting to his size, and he groaned against her mouth, the sound muffled by their kisses. He felt like he was splitting her in two, but she was so wet, so ready for him, that he slid in and out with ease. The friction was heavenly, her pussy gripping him like a vice.

He picked up the pace, his strokes growing stronger, faster, the sound of their flesh slapping together filling the room. Evangeline's nails scored his back, her hips rising to meet him. She had never felt so full, so alive. Each thrust sent waves of pleasure crashing over her, each retreat leaving her gasping for more.

Her pussy clenched around him, the muscles tightening with each stroke. Alec felt her heat, her wetness, her need. He groaned, his own climax approaching like a freight train. He had never felt so alive, so connected to another person. His hips pistoned, his cock sliding in and out of her slick pussy. Her moans grew louder, more desperate, her legs wrapping around his waist, her heels digging into his ass, urging him deeper.

Their bodies moved together in a rhythm, a dance of desire that neither could resist. He watched her face, the way her eyes rolled back in her head with each thrust, the way her mouth opened in silent cries of pleasure. He felt her tightening around him, her pussy spasming, and he knew she was close. Alec’s own orgasm was building, a pressure at the base of his spine that grew with every passing moment.

With one final, powerful thrust, Alec felt Evangeline’s body tighten around his cock. She came with a scream muffled by his shoulder, her nails digging into his skin. He could feel her pussy contracting, milking him, and it was all he could take. He came with a roar, his hips jerking as he emptied himself into her. The sensation was like nothing he had ever experienced before, a fusion of love and lust that left him trembling.

For a moment, they lay there, their bodies tangled together, the only sound was their ragged breathing. The reality of what they had just done hung in the air, thick and potent. Alec knew they couldn’t ignore it, couldn’t pretend it hadn’t happened. But for now, all he could do was hold her, his cock still buried deep inside her.

He pulled out slowly, feeling the warmth of their combined releases, and collapsed beside her, his chest heaving. He reached out, pulling her to him, her head resting on his shoulder. "Are you okay?" he asked again, his voice still rough with passion.

Evangeline nodded, her cheeks still flushed. "I... I don't know," she murmured, her voice small and lost. "I don’t know what this means."

Alec stroked her hair, his heart still hammering in his chest. "We don’t have to know right now," he whispered, trying to soothe her. "We can just be."

Evangeline woke up to the weight of his arm draped over her waist, his breath warm against her neck. The scent of him—salt, sweat, something undeniably male—wrapped around her like a second skin.

For a moment, she let herself believe it was normal. That it wasn’t Alec beside her. That it wasn’t her twin brother’s fingers tracing lazy circles on her hip beneath the thin sheet.

Her heart pounded as reality crashed back in.

This wasn’t a dream.

She should move. She should stop this.

But she didn’t.

She swallowed hard, staring at the ceiling as his fingers tightened on her hip, pulling her closer until there was no space between them.

“We shouldn’t have,” she whispered.

His lips brushed against her shoulder. “I don’t regret it.”

She squeezed her eyes shut. “Alec—”

He rolled her onto her back, his body half-draped over hers, his blue eyes dark and unreadable in the early morning light. “Tell me you don’t want me.”

She opened her mouth, but the words wouldn’t come.

Because it would be a lie.

Alec smirked, the curve of his lips both wicked and knowing. He leaned down, his lips barely touching hers, teasing, tempting.

“You can’t, can you?” he murmured.

She hated him for being right.

He kissed her, slow and deep, his hands sliding up her body, making her shudder. Her fingers curled into his hair, pulling him closer instead of pushing him away.

The door creaked downstairs.

They both froze.

Panic jolted through Evangeline as she shoved him away, scrambling to sit up. “Shit.”

Alec swore under his breath, raking a hand through his already messy hair. “It’s just Mom.”

“Exactly,” she hissed, grabbing the sheet to cover herself. “She can’t—she can’t see—”

He leaned in, brushing his lips over her ear. “Relax, baby. She doesn’t know.”

But if they weren’t careful, she would.

And then, their entire world would crumble.

He slid out of bed, unbothered by his nakedness. “Take a shower with me. It’ll be quick. I’ll be quiet, I promise,” He smirked.

The audacity of his request sent a fresh wave of heat through her, a mix of anger and desire. “Alec, no—”

He took her hand, pulling her out of bed. “Come on.”

Her stomach twisted. She missed when they were younger, when the lines weren’t blurred, when she didn't crave the touch of her own flesh and blood the way she did now.

But when she looked up, into his eyes, the eyes matched her own so well. So filled with love, safety, his were always filled with that hint of mischievousness, she caved. 

With a deep breath, she allowed herself to be led into the bathroom, the door clicking shut behind them.

The water was hot, almost scalding. Steam billowed around them. Alec stepped in first, turning to face his sister as she undressed, his eyes never leaving hers. She felt his gaze like a touch, a brand searing her skin. The moment she stepped under the spray with him, it was like stepping into a different world.

Their kisses grew frantic as the water streamed down their bodies, mixing with the sweat and the soap. His hands roamed everywhere, leaving trails of fire wherever they touched.

Her mind was a whirlwind of emotions, trying to process the wrongness of what they were doing, but her body was singing a different tune.

It felt right. It felt so, so wrong.

The tension grew with every caress, every shared breath. The water pattered against the tiles, a rhythm that matched the racing of their hearts.

He picked her up, her legs wrapping around his waist as he pressed her against the wall. The coolness of the porcelain contrasted with the heat of his body, sending shivers down her spine.

Their kisses grew deeper, hungrier. She could feel his cock, hard and pressed against her wet skin and she didn't protest.

A part of her was screaming to stop, that this was a mistake, but that voice was quickly drowned out by the rush of passion.

He gently set her down, and then, to her surprise, he got on his knees in front of her. The water cascaded around them, a veil that could never truly hide the intensity of this moment.

Her breath hitched as he kissed along her inner thighs, his hands firm on her hips, keeping her steady. The intimacy of the gesture was overwhelming, and she felt herself leaning against the wall for support.

His tongue traced the crevice of her pussy, teasing at first, and then more insistent.

Her legs trembled and she took a fist full of his hair in her grasp. She had to keep her voice down, had to keep it quiet, but it was getting harder and harder to do so.

The warmth of his mouth was a stark contrast to the coolness of the tiles, sending waves of pleasure through her body. She bit her bottom lip, trying to muffle her whimpers as Alec's tongue swirled and dipped.

Her toes curled and she leaned her head back, the water raining down on her face as he licked and sucked.

Everything else disappeared except for the sensation of his mouth on her, the pressure building, the heat growing.

Her hips began to rock against him, the need for more overwhelming. Alec groaned against her, his grip tightening.

He slid two fingers into her pussy, his tongue flicking at her clit, and she couldn’t hold back anymore.

Her moan was muffled by the rush of the shower, the sound lost in the steam that filled the small room.

Her orgasm crashed over her, stealing her breath, and making her legs go weak.

He stood, pulling her into his arms, his erection pressing into her stomach.

“Alec,” she whispered, her eyes still closed.

“I need you, Evie,” he replied, his voice gruff with need.

Her eyes snapped open, the reality of what was happening coming back to her.

They were in the shower, naked, and about to have sex again.

Panic gripped her, but so did desire. She didn’t know which was stronger.

He kissed her again, his hands moving over her body as if he couldn’t get enough.

Alec lifted her up, her legs wrapping around his waist, and pressed her back against the cold, hard tile wall of the shower. The contrast with the warm water was exhilarating, sending a shiver down her spine.

"Are you okay?" he murmured against her neck, his hands supporting her ass. "Too sore?"

Evangeline's eyes met her brother's, the question cutting through the fog of desire. She was, but she didn't want to admit it. She wanted him too badly to say so. She shook her head, her breath still coming in shallow gasps from the aftershocks of her climax. "I'm fine," she lied. "I need you too."

Alec aligned his hard cock with her entrance and pushed in slowly. She winced at the stretch, but the pain was quickly replaced by a deep, yearning ache that demanded to be filled. She locked her legs around him, her nails digging into his shoulders, urging him deeper.

Their movements grew more frantic, the water beating against their skin in a crescendo of passion. Alec's grunts were muffled by her mouth as they kissed, their tongues tangling.

Their eyes met, and for a moment, the gravity of their situation weighed down on her. But the pleasure was too intense to ignore, the love and lust in his gaze too powerful to resist.

With a silent moan, she gave in fully, her hips moving in sync with his, their bodies joined in the most primal way.

The water rained down on them, mixing with their sweat, their breaths mingling as they moved as one. The sound of their bodies slapping against the tile wall filled the small space, a rhythm that seemed to echo the beating of their hearts.

Evangeline's mind swirled with a maelstrom of thoughts, fear, and guilt, but also a sense of belonging, of being claimed by the one person who had always been there for her.

Alec paused, his eyes searching hers. "I love you, Evie," he breathed, his voice hoarse and raw. "I can't live without you."

The words hung in the steamy air, a declaration that sent a shiver down her spine. She knew he meant it, felt it in every stroke, every touch. It was a truth that had been buried for so long, now bare naked for her to see.

Evangeline pressed her forehead against her brother's, "I love you too," she admitted, the confession slipping from her lips unbidden. It was a truth she had denied, one that had grown like a tumor in the back of her mind, threatening to consume her. But here, in the shower with the water washing away the lies, she could no longer hold it back.

Alec's pace increased. He drove into her with an urgency that left no room for doubt or hesitation. She felt her body respond, her pussy tightening around him, her walls clutching him like a vise.

Their eyes remained locked, their breaths coming in quick, desperate gasps, mingling in the steam-filled air.

Her orgasm built again, a storm rising inside her, threatening to break the dam of her self-control.

Her nails scraped down his back, leaving trails of red, the sting only adding to his pleasure. He growled, his hips pistoning into hers with a fervor that was almost punishing.

Their bond had always been intense, but this was something else, something primal and all-consuming.

Evangeline felt the storm within her break, her orgasm washing over her in a wave of pleasure that left her trembling. Alec’s eyes widened, his own release imminent.

“Alec, oh, God—” she moaned, her voice barely a whisper, as she clenched around him.

He groaned, his body tightening before he spilled himself into her, his hot cum filling her up, mixing with the warmth of the water.

For the past two weeks, Evangeline had kept a secret, one that only her twin knew, though she wasn’t sure if he fully understood the weight of it. She couldn't understand how he wasn't freaking out like she was. Every night, after their parents were asleep, she would hear the soft creak of her bedroom door and feel the bed shift as Alec slid under the covers beside her. They didn’t speak much during those moments; there were no words to fill the space between them, just the heat of his body, the familiar rhythm of his breathing, the warmth of his hand against hers.

It was their unspoken ritual.

They never talked about what it meant. They never mentioned how it was starting to feel more like an addiction than comfort. They just existed in the small moments of quiet intimacy, as if nothing existed beyond the four walls of her bedroom. Sure they’d confessed their love in a moment of passion in the shower, but did he mean it, the way she did?

What they were doing, It should have felt wrong—too wrong to continue—but it didn’t.

And she hated herself for it. Hated herself for the way her heart beat faster every time he crawled into her bed, for the way her body reacted when his fingers brushed against her skin, for the way she longed for him even though she knew it was impossible.

But she couldn’t stop.

Not when the heat between them was so undeniable.

School was a challenge. Away from their parents but surrounded by their peers. Alec had always been popular with the girls. Alec was the kind of handsome that seemed almost unfair. His dark hair tousled effortlessly framed his face in a way that made every movement seem deliberate. As twins, they both had blue eyes, but his were piercing—bright and intense, filled with a mischievous gleam that could make anyone feel like they were the only one in the room. Those eyes could shift from playful to serious in the blink of an eye, leaving a trail of heat in their wake.

His muscles were the result of years of playing sports—broad shoulders, defined arms, and a strong chest that hinted at the strength hidden beneath his confident demeanor. Every movement he made was effortless, like he was born with an understanding of his own power.

But it was his smile that truly stopped hearts. A smile that could light up the entire room, a little crooked and entirely charming, it was the kind of smile that made you feel like you’d just been touched by something electric. It was blinding—radiant in a way that made everything around you seem insignificant. When he smiled, the world seemed to bend to him, and you couldn’t help but be drawn in.

As much as it drove her crazy, Evangeline had insisted they sit separately at lunch. It was too hard to sit close to him in a room full of their peers. So, he sat with his jock friends and she sat across the room with her friends trying not to look at him too often. It was like some unique torture she had volunteered herself for.

That afternoon, Evangeline’s chest had tightened at the sight of Chloe Rutherford—one of the cheerleaders—flirting with him. Chloe had been Alec’s date to junior prom. Evangeline had tried not to let it bother her, but she couldn’t help it. Every time Chloe giggled too loud, every time she brushed her fingers against Alec’s arm, Evangeline’s stomach twisted. She had wondered if they had—if they had—done something together that night after prom. Had they kissed? Probably, Chloe had been after her brother for years. Had they done more?

The thought gnawed at her, making her insides churn.

And then, when Alec had laughed, that soft laugh that made her stomach flutter, Chloe had thrown her head back, looking at him like she knew exactly how to keep his attention. The way Alec looked at her—his eyes soft, his lips pulling into that familiar smirk—made something inside Evangeline tighten painfully.

She hated how badly it hurt. Tears pricked her eyelids.

Evangeline had watched from the side, biting the inside of her cheek, and forcing herself to look away. She couldn’t let them see her like this. She couldn’t let Alec see how weak she was for him.

When the bell rang, signaling the end of school, Evangeline immediately went to her friend Sharene’s house for the afternoon. She’d ignored her brother’s texts asking where she was. He wasn’t her parent. She could take care of herself. Fuck him and fuck Chloe Rutherford and long legs and big bouncy tits.

“You look hot tonight, girl!” Sharene giggled, nudging Evangeline as they walked through the school parking lot. Evangeline felt a rush of nerves as she glanced down at her outfit. She’d borrowed it from Sharene’s closet—an outfit she’d never have picked out for herself. The jean skirt was way shorter than anything she’d normally wear, and the push-up bra lifted her chest in a way that made her look almost as endowed as Chloe. Her long, dark hair hung in waves down to her waist, and for a brief moment, she didn’t recognize the reflection in the lobby’s glass doors.

The energy in the gym tonight was electric, the sound of the crowd roaring and the smell of sweat and enthusiasm thick in the air while the basketball team rivaled the opposing team. Evangeline tried to lose herself in the excitement of the game, almost forgetting how irritated she had been with Alec earlier in the day. Almost.

As the game wrapped up, she moved toward the bleachers to wait for him. She leaned against the wall, her eyes scanning the court, but her attention was locked on one person—Alec. His dark hair glistened under the gym lights, his muscles flexing beneath the tight fabric of his jersey. Every time he moved, every smile he shared with his teammates, it seemed like the world around her blurred, and she couldn’t look away.

Her chest tightened, that familiar ache blossoming in her ribs. Alec had no idea how she was watching him, how every flick of his wrist or tilt of his head left her breathless, but she couldn’t stop. She couldn’t tear her gaze from him, no matter how much she tried to force herself to look elsewhere.

Then, just as the tension in her chest reached its peak, Jason—one of Alec’s teammates—jogged over, towel in hand, wiping his damp hair. “Hey, Evie,” he said, flashing her a crooked grin that seemed to light up the dim gym. “You wanna grab a bite to eat? Celebrate the win?”

Evangeline blinked, startled by the offer. She could feel Alec’s eyes on her from across the court, piercing her skin, his gaze like a heavy weight on her. His stare was possessive, and calculating, like he knew exactly what Jason was doing and didn’t like it.

And then, the memory of Alec’s smile as Chloe had leaned in too close flashed through her mind. Had he touched her the way he touched Evangeline? Did his hand linger on her skin? Did Chloe feel the same electric thrill Evangeline couldn’t seem to escape?

She could feel the jealousy clawing its way up from her stomach, but she pushed it down, forcing herself to answer Jason with a smile. “Yeah, that sounds good,” she said, her voice betraying her discomfort.

She didn’t look back at Alec as she followed Jason toward the exit, but she knew—she could feel it—that his eyes were still on her.

Fuck this. She didn’t owe him anything, she told herself. He didn’t own her.

But even as she pushed the thought through her mind, her stomach twisted at the idea of leaving with Jason.

“Yeah,” Evangeline said, her voice betraying her unease. She forced a smile, her heart racing. “That sounds nice.”

Jason’s grin widened. “Cool. Let’s go.”

Without another word, she turned away from Alec. She didn’t look back as she followed Jason toward the gym’s exit.

And as she walked, she could feel Alec’s gaze follow her, heavy and unyielding.

The diner was packed with students, the post-game rush filling every booth and bar stool. Jason was easy company—charming, sweet, the kind of guy who would make sense for her. But as he talked about the upcoming tournament, she couldn’t stop herself from glancing toward the counter.

Alec was there.

He hadn’t gone home after the game like usual.

And, he hadn’t taken his eyes off her.

He wasn’t approaching and wasn't causing a scene. But the way he gripped his soda bottle, the way his jaw locked, told her everything she needed to know.

She forced herself to focus on Jason. She could pretend. She could fake it. She could convince herself that this was normal.

“I’m gonna run to the bathroom,” she said, pushing back her chair. “Be right back.”

She barely made it down the hallway before a strong hand wrapped around her wrist, yanking her into the shadows.

Her back hit the wall.

Alec loomed over her, his body bracketing hers, his scent filling the air—fresh from his shower after the game, with traces of his body wash and cologne mixing in a way that was unmistakably him.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” His voice was low, raw.

Her heart slammed against her ribs. “Having a burger and fries.” She tilted up her chin in a show of defiance.

His fingers tightened around her wrist. “With him?”

She swallowed hard. “He asked. I said yes. It’s not a big deal.”

Alec huffed out a bitter laugh. “Not a big deal?” His free hand braced against the wall beside her head, caging her in. “That’s bullshit, Evangeline.”

She wrenched her wrist free. “What do you want me to do, Alec?” she hissed. “You want me to sit around and watch you flirt with other girls and not have my own life? Pretend like we don’t have to live separate lives?”

His nostrils flared. “We don’t.”

“We do,” she choked out. “We have to.”

Alec stared at her, something breaking in his eyes. For a moment, she thought he might step back, might let her go.

But then his fingers traced the inside of her wrist, so soft, so familiar. His voice dropped to something dangerous.

“You don’t want him.”

She squeezed her eyes shut. “Please, Alec. Don’t do this.”

But she knew he wasn’t going to let this go.

Tears burned behind her eyes as she pushed past him, slamming the bathroom door behind her.

She leaned against the sink, gripping the edges, forcing herself to breathe.

This was the right thing.

The only thing.

So why did it feel like she was shattering?

She wiped her tears, took a deep breath, and forced herself to walk back into the diner.

And then she saw him.

Alec tackling Jason to the ground, fists flying.

A sickening crack echoed through the room as Jason let out a grunt of pain, his head snapping back.

Alec wasn’t stopping.

Evangeline’s breath caught as Jason hit the floor, clutching his face—his eye already swelling.

Alec turned, his chest heaving, his eyes finding hers across the chaos.

He looked anything but sorry.

He looked possessive.

And that terrified her more than anything.

The ride home was suffocating. Evangeline’s best friend, Sharene kept glancing at her like she was expecting her to break down and tell her what was really going on, but Evangeline just stared out the window, jaw clenched, arms folded.

She couldn’t think about Jason. He was just an innocent party that got caught in the middle of something she couldn't even define into words.

She couldn’t think about what this meant for Alec’s future. No doubt he’d get kicked from the team. Their father would be livid.

Yet, all she could think about was him—the look in his eyes before he stormed out, the way her stomach had twisted when she saw him tackle Jason like a man possessed.

When they pulled up to the house, she thanked Sharene with a forced smile and slipped inside, shutting the door quietly behind her. The house was dark except for the soft glow of the kitchen light. Her parents must have already gone to bed.

From the other side of their large house, she heard the familiar bass of Alec’s music thumping through the walls, rattling in her chest like an unsteady heartbeat.

He had run out of the diner like a madman, leaving chaos in his wake. She hadn’t let Jason drive her home, too afraid of what might happen if he and Alec crossed paths again. But now that she was here, she wasn’t sure what she was going to do—just that she had something to say to him.

She didn’t bother knocking.

She shoved his bedroom door open, and there he was—sitting on the edge of his bed, elbows on his knees, head down. His lip was split, the skin around it already starting to bruise. 

She turned his music down, “Are you insane?” she hissed, slamming the door shut behind her. “What the fuck was that?”

Alec didn’t look up. “You know what it was.”

She clenched her fists, stepping closer. “You could get kicked off the team. You could’ve been arrested for assault, Alec.”

His jaw twitched. “Jason deserved it.”

She let out a frustrated breath. “For what? Taking me to dinner?”

Alec finally looked up then, his blue eyes dark, something dangerous swirling behind them. “For touching what’s mine.”

Her stomach flipped her pulse a wild drumbeat in her ears.

“You’re a fucking idiot,” she muttered, shaking her head. “Come on.”

He frowned. “Where?”

“The bathroom.”

He smirked, but she ignored him, grabbing his wrist and yanking him to his feet. He followed without protest, letting her drag him into his attached bath.

Inside the bathroom, the air was thick, too warm, the tension from the diner still lingering between them like an open flame. She dug through the cabinet, finding the first aid kit, anything to keep her hands busy.

He sat on the counter, legs spread slightly, watching her. Always watching her.

She soaked a cotton ball in antiseptic, stepping between his legs. “Hold still.”

Alec didn’t move as she dabbed at the cut, but she felt the way his body tightened, the way his breathing changed.

She was still mad at him.

But she was also this close to him.

His hands rested on the counter, fingers gripping the edge, knuckles white. “You’re shaking, baby girl.”

She stiffened. “I’m not.” She hated it when he called her that, it made everything more- difficult.

Alec hummed, his voice low, knowing. “You are.”

She ignored him, pressing a little harder against his lip, making him hiss.

“Fuck,” he muttered. “That hurt.”

“Good,” she shot back. “Maybe next time, you’ll think before you start throwing punches like a caveman.”

Alec let out a dark chuckle. “The fucker only got in one good punch,” he murmured. “He’s a little bitch.”

She rolled her eyes, “Like I said, you're an idiot.” She went to step back, his hand shot out, fingers curling around her wrist.

She froze.

Slowly, deliberately, he reached up and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, his fingers lingering, tracing the curve of her jaw.

Her breath caught.

Her pulse stopped.

“Alec,” she whispered, but she didn’t move away.

He tilted his head, his lips so close she could almost taste the mint on his breath. “Tell me to stop.”

She should.

But she didn’t.

His lips brushed hers—soft at first, just a whisper of contact. But then she was kissing him back, her fingers tangling in his hair, her body pressing against his like she needed him to breathe.

A floorboard creaked in the hallway.

They broke apart instantly, chests heaving, eyes wide.

Their mother’s voice carried through the door. “Evangeline?”

Her heart stopped.

She spun toward the sink, gripping the edges, forcing herself to sound normal. “Yeah, Mom?”

A pause. A long, dangerous pause.

“Is Alec in there with you?”

Her stomach twisted. She glanced at him in the mirror—his lips were swollen, his pupils blown. He looked like a boy who had just been making out with someone he shouldn’t.

She scrambled for an excuse. “Yeah, um—he busted his lip. I was cleaning it up.”

Another pause.

“Alright,” their mom finally said. “Finish up and head to bed soon, okay?”

Evangeline let out a shaky breath. “Okay.”

Footsteps retreated.

The moment they faded, she turned, panic rising.

“That was too close.”

Alec just smirked. “Got your heart racing, didn’t it?”

She wanted to slap him. Instead, she shoved him—hard—before storming out.

She didn’t stop until she was in her room, her back against the door, her heart pounding.

This was dangerous.

This was wrong.

But God help her—she wasn’t sure she wanted to stop.

Evangeline had spent the past week avoiding Alec.

She skipped dinner, stayed late at school, and locked her bedroom door at night. She ignored his texts, his knocks, and the way he watched her across the house, silently daring her to acknowledge him.

She thought if she put space between them, it would make things easier.

She was wrong.

Because now, she was trapped with him. The drive up here was hard enough but she kept reminding herself that her parents were following in their own car and would arrive shortly after. Keeping her earbuds in to avoid conversation had helped.

The family’s lake house was nestled deep in the woods, quiet and secluded, a place that had always felt like an escape. It was supposed to be their annual family weekend, but a last-minute work obligation had kept both parents in town.

Now, it was just the two of them.

And there was nowhere to hide.

Evangeline stood on the porch, staring out at the lake, arms wrapped tightly around herself. The autumn air was crisp, the sky painted in hues of orange and purple as the sun began to set.

She heard him before she saw him—the soft creak of the wooden planks, the subtle shift in the air as he came to stand beside her.

“You’ve been avoiding me,” Alec said, his voice low, steady.

Evangeline’s fingers curled around the railing. “I’ve been busy.”

Alec let out a quiet laugh, but there was no humor in it. “Right. Too busy to even look at me?”

She swallowed hard. “I don’t know what you want me to say.”

He was silent for a moment, then: “Say you don’t feel it.”

Her breath hitched.

“Say it,” he murmured, turning to face her fully now. “Tell me you don’t think about me every second of the day. Tell me you don’t feel like you’re losing your mind when I’m not around. Because if it’s not the same for you as it is for me-”

She squeezed her eyes shut. “Alec—”

“Tell me that when you close your eyes, it’s not me you see,” He insisted.

She turned then, frustration bubbling over. “It doesn’t matter, Alec! It doesn’t matter how I feel, or how you feel! This can’t happen.”

His jaw tensed, and for a moment, she thought he might back down. But then he stepped closer, erasing the space between them, his voice dropping to something raw.

“I don’t care what anyone thinks.”

She shook her head, stepping back, but he moved even closer still, he was relentless.

“Well, I do.” Evangeline snapped.

“No, you don’t,” he whispered. “You’re just scared.”

Her breath shuddered, her back pressing against the porch railing. She had nowhere else to go.

Alec reached up, brushing a stray strand of hair from her face, his fingers lingering against her cheek. She should have pulled away. Gone in the house.

But she didn’t.

“You’re fighting a battle you’ve already lost, Evangeline,” he murmured.

Her heart pounded. “You don’t know that.”

Alec tilted his head, his gaze piercing through her defenses. “Then why are you shaking when I touch you?”

She opened her mouth, but nothing came out. Because he was right.

She was shaking.

And it wasn’t from fear.

It was from something deeper, something impossible to ignore.

The wind rustled through the trees, the sound of the water lapping against the shore filling the silence between them.

Slowly, carefully, Alec lifted her hand, pressing it against his chest, right over his heart.

“Tell me you don’t feel it,” he whispered. His heart was pounding.

Evangeline closed her eyes, her fingers twitching against his shirt.

She couldn’t.

Because the truth was, she felt it so deeply, so violently, that it threatened to consume her whole.

And that terrified her more than anything.

The moment stretched out, taut with tension, until Alec leaned in and kissed her.

It was a soft, tentative press of his lips against hers as if he were waiting for her to push him away.

But she didn’t.

Instead, she leaned into the kiss, her eyes fluttering closed, the world around them fading away into the background.

It was like the first time all over again—the taste of him, the feel of his hand cupping her face, the way he pulled her closer as if he couldn’t get enough.

Their kiss grew deeper, more urgent, as the chilly evening air wrapped around them.

Evangeline’s hands slid around Alec’s waist, her fingers digging into the fabric of his shirt.

And for a brief, heart-stopping moment, she let herself believe that maybe, just maybe, they could make it work.

Maybe they could find a way to be together without tearing their family apart.

Alec’s hand slipped up her spine,  and her nipples puckered at his touch.

They could lose everything.

And she didn’t know if they were strong enough to survive it. But, at this moment, her body caved to his touch.

Her hand moved up to his neck, her fingers tangling in his hair as their kiss grew more demanding. The scent of him—the faint smell of his cologne, the musk of his skin—it all sent a wave of need crashing through her.

Her thoughts were a tumultuous storm, a chaos of fear, desire, and doubt.

But Alec’s touch was a lighthouse in that tempest, guiding her closer, anchoring her to him.

When he finally pulled back, his breath hot against her cheek, he murmured, “Let’s go inside.”

It wasn’t a question. It was a command wrapped in a whisper, and it sent a shiver down her spine.

Evangeline nodded, unable to form words, as Alec took her hand and led her through the cabin’s door. The warmth from inside was a stark contrast to the cool evening air, and she felt a mix of relief and trepidation as they stepped into the familiar surroundings. The cabin’s living room was dimly lit by the glow of the setting sun, casting long shadows across the wooden floorboards.

Without a word, Alec pulled her closer, his hand sliding down her back to the curve of her ass. The heat from his palm seared through her jeans, sending a jolt of electricity through her body. He kissed her again, his tongue slipping into her mouth, coaxing hers to dance with his. Her legs turned to jelly, but Alec held her upright, walking her backward until her calves met the edge of the plush couch.

He didn’t break the kiss as they sank onto the cushions. His hands roamed over her, exploring every inch of her as if he hadn’t touched her in years. Evangeline’s breath came in gasps, her body arching into him, desperate for more. The fabric of their clothes seemed to be a barrier to the connection they craved, something that needed to be removed.

Alec’s hands found the hem of her shirt, sliding it upward, and she helped him, eager to feel his bare skin against hers. They parted just long enough for him to pull it over her head, and then their lips met again. His palms were warm against her skin, his thumbs tracing slow circles around her nipples, making them peak and ache for his touch. She moaned into his mouth, the sound only fueling the fire burning between them.

Their kisses grew more frantic as he unhooked her bra, his mouth moving to capture one of her nipples, his tongue teasing the sensitive peak. Evangeline’s head fell back, and she watched him, his eyes dark with desire as he took his time worshipping her body. He kissed a trail down her stomach, his teeth grazing the skin just above her navel, and she squirmed beneath him, her hips rising to meet his touch.

He unzipped her jeans and slid them down, along with her panties, leaving her exposed to his hungry gaze. Alec’s eyes roved over her, and she felt a thrill of power knowing she was the one causing that look of raw need on his face. He took his time, kissing her thighs, his breath warm and tantalizing against her skin. Her core throbbed with anticipation, and she bit her bottom lip, trying to hold back the whimper that threatened to escape.

He spread her legs wider and leaned in, his mouth finally finding her. The first touch of his tongue sent a shock of pleasure through her, making her back arch off the couch. Alec’s mouth was a masterpiece, exploring her folds with a fierce dedication that had her toes curling. Her hands fisted in his hair, holding him in place as he licked and sucked, finding a rhythm that made her entire body pulse with desire.

“Mine,” he murmured against her, the word a growl of possession that sent a shiver through her. He said it over and over again as he kissed and licked, each repetition a declaration of his claim on her body, on her soul. She could feel his passion, his hunger, his need to conquer every inch of her.

The tension grew, coiling tighter and tighter until she couldn’t take it anymore. Her body began to quiver, her breath hitching in her throat. Alec felt it, too, his eyes locking onto hers as she hovered on the edge of something she hadn’t felt in what felt like too long. His tongue swirled around her clit, his fingers sliding into her, stroking her in a way that made her entire body sing. And then she was falling, her orgasm crashing over her like a wave, drowning out everything but the sound of her own pleasure.

Evangeline’s chest heaved as she tried to catch her breath. Alec sat back on his heels, his own breathing ragged as he watched her, his hand still buried between her thighs, his thumb lazily circling her sensitive nub. He gave her a smug smile and arched a playful brow, and she couldn’t help but smack his arm, even as she felt a blush creeping up her cheeks.

“We're not done yet, gorgeous,” he murmured, his voice thick with desire. “flip over.” He demanded. "On your hands and knees."

Her heart raced as she complied, turning so that her back was to him. The couch cushions were soft beneath her palms and knees, and she felt a thrill of anticipation as Alec’s hands slid over her hips, gripping firmly. She knew what he wanted, and she was more than willing to give it to him.

He kissed the back of her neck, sending a shiver down her spine, before his mouth traveled lower, planting kisses along her shoulder blades and down her back. His teeth nipped at her skin, leaving a trail of fire in his wake.

Evangeline's breath hitched as Alec’s hand traveled down her spine, his fingers digging into her flesh gently. He palmed her ass, squeezing and spreading her cheeks apart, his thumb brushing against her still-sensitive clit, making her gasp. She felt his arousal pressing against her, hot and demanding.

“Ready for me?” Alec whispered in her ear, his breath tickling her neck.

Her response was a whimper, a needy nod. He positioned himself behind her, aligning his cock with her wet entrance. With one hand, he gripped her hip, and with the other, he slid into her, inch by torturous inch. She moaned, the sensation of fullness overwhelming.

Alec’s thrusts were slow at first, deliberate as if savoring every moment of being inside her. Each time he pushed into her, he filled her completely, and she felt her muscles tightening around him, urging him deeper. He leaned over her, his chest pressing against her back, his teeth grazing her earlobe as he whispered filthy promises across her skin.

Her moan grew louder as he picked up the pace, his hips slapping against hers with a rhythm that echoed through the quiet cabin. “You’re so deep this way,” she gasped, her voice a mix of pleasure and amazement.

“Good?” Alec growled, his breath hot against her neck.

“More,” she panted, her nails digging into the couch cushions.

He chuckled darkly, his teeth grazing her skin as he bit down gently. “Be loud, baby girl. No one can hear you scream out here.”

The words sent a jolt through Evangeline’s body, a thrill of excitement mixed with a hint of fear. Here they were. In a place where their family had spent holidays, Christmases, and they were fucking each other like they couldn't get enough of each other. But at this moment, she didn’t care.

Her eyes squeezed shut as Alec’s cock slammed into her, his strokes becoming more urgent, more demanding. She could feel his muscles tensing, his breath hot against her neck. The sound of their bodies colliding filled the room, mingling with her cries of pleasure. The world outside the cabin, with its whispering trees and lapping waves, faded away, leaving only the two of them.

“Yes, yes, yes!” she screamed, her voice hoarse and needy. Alec’s hand reached around to pinch her clit, sending another wave of ecstasy through her. She bucked back into him, meeting every one of his thrusts, their bodies moving in perfect synchrony.

“You like that, naughty girl?” he murmured, his voice low and dark with lust.

“Yes, Alec, yes!” she screamed, the sound of their bodies slapping together filling the room.

Her orgasm built again, and this time it was more intense, and more consuming than the first. She was sobbing his name, begging for more, her body shaking with every powerful thrust.

“You’re mine, Evangeline. You always have been,” Alec said, his voice a harsh whisper in the quiet of the cabin. His hand slid up her body to cover her throat, his grip tight and possessive. His other hand gripped her hip, holding her in place as he pounded into her from behind.

Her breasts bounced with every thrust, and she could feel the tension in her body coiling tighter. “Yes, Alec. I’m yours,” she moaned, her voice a mix of pleasure and surrender. He bit down on her shoulder, and she gasped, her walls clenching around him.

“Say it again,” he grunted, his hips pistoning into her.

“I’m yours, Alec, I’m yours!” Evangeline cried out, her voice a desperate crescendo. The words seemed to drive him wilder, his strokes growing more erratic and intense.

The sound of their bodies slapping together filled the room, punctuated by their ragged breaths and the wet sounds of their passion. Alec’s grip on her throat tightened as he whispered, “That's right, sis. Say it louder. Let the whole fucking woods hear you scream it!”

Evangeline’s voice grew hoarser with each moan, each cry of pleasure that tore from her lips. The words she’d held in for so long now spilled out as he claimed her in the most primal way possible. “Alec! Yes, yes, only yours!” Her voice echoed off the walls of the cabin, raw and uninhibited.

His hand slid up from her throat to cradle the back of her head, his thumb tracing circles on her cheek as he whispered, “Look at me, sis.”

Evangeline’s eyes fluttered open to meet his gaze over her shoulder, and what she saw there was pure, unbridled passion. Alec’s eyes burned into hers, and she knew he wasn’t going to let her go until she broke.

With a final, powerful thrust, he buried himself deep inside her, his entire body tensing as he released his pent-up desire. She felt the hot spurt of his cum paint her back, and he groaned her name like a battle cry. His hand once again tightened around her throat, and she gasped for air, her eyes rolling back in her head as a second, even more intense orgasm crashed over her.

“MINE!” Alec roared, the word echoing through the cabin. He didn’t stop moving, his hips jerking as he emptied himself onto her skin. The feeling of his release, the claim he staked on her body with every pulse, was more than just physical. It was a declaration of war against the boundaries that had kept them apart.

Evangeline knew they had gotten careless.

She felt it in the way Alec touched her when no one was looking, how he lingered too long when he brushed past her, the way his gaze darkened with possession anytime another guy so much as looked at her.

But she never expected anyone to see.

She never expected anyone to know.

Yet, here they were.

The weight room was empty after school, the scent of sweat and metal thick in the air. Alec had just finished practice, his shirt damp with sweat, his hair a mess. Evangeline had waited for him, leaning against the wall, arms crossed, trying to pretend that her pulse wasn’t thudding wildly at the way he looked at her.

“You’re staring,” he murmured, smirking.

She rolled her eyes. “You’re sweaty.”

Alec stepped closer, crowding her against the wall. “That a complaint?”

She opened her mouth to say yes, but then his hand slid up, his fingers brushing the side of her neck. The air between them thickened instantly, charged and dangerous, the kind of moment that made her forget every logical reason why this was wrong.

His thumb traced her jaw, his lips inches from hers. “You didn’t complain when I was sweating last night.”

Her breath shuddered. “Alec—”

The door swung open.

“What the fuck?”

Evangeline froze.

Alec stiffened, his entire body going rigid.

Slowly, she turned her head, her stomach dropping as she met the wide, stunned eyes of Tyler—one of Alec’s teammates.

Tyler’s face paled, his mouth opening and closing as if he were trying to make sense of what he had just seen.

Alec moved first, stepping in front of her like a shield, his tone lethal. “You didn’t see shit.”

Tyler blinked rapidly, shaking his head. “Are you kidding me right now? What—what the hell are you doing?”

Evangeline couldn’t breathe.

This was it. This was the moment everything fell apart.

Tyler took a step back, his expression morphing from shock to disgust. “Holy shit—”

Alec moved before she could stop him, grabbing Tyler by the front of his shirt. “Keep your fucking mouth shut.”

Tyler let out a breathless laugh, shaking his head. “Are you serious? Jesus, Alec—this is sick.”

Alec’s grip tightened. “I’m serious like a heart attack.”

Evangeline finally found her voice. “Tyler, please, it’s not what it looked—”

Tyler looked at her then, eyes darting between them, realization settling in.

“Wow,” his voice was quieter now like the truth was just starting to sink in.

Evangeline couldn’t speak.

She didn’t need to.

Tyler exhaled sharply, pushing Alec off him. “You guys are fucked,” he muttered, shaking his head as he turned and stormed out the door.

The second he was gone, Evangeline felt her chest constrict. “Alec—”

“Don’t,” he said, his voice tense. He was already grabbing his bag, slinging it over his shoulder. “I’ll handle it.”

But she wasn’t so sure.

By the next morning, the rumors had already started.

Whispers in the hallways. Stolen glances. The way people looked at her.

At lunch, when she walked into the cafeteria, conversations stopped.

Alec sat at his usual table, arms crossed, his expression cold as ice. His teammates sat around him, murmuring among themselves. Their eyes shifted to each other.

Evangeline barely made it to her seat before Sharene leaned in, whispering, “What the hell is going on?”

Evangeline forced herself to look confused. “What do you mean?”

Sharene hesitated. “People are saying… weird stuff. About you and Alec.”

Her stomach twisted.

“What kind of stuff?” she asked carefully.

Sharene bit her lip, lowering her voice. “That you guys are—close. Like, too close.”

Evangeline’s heart stopped. This was her best friend. Up until recently, she and Sharlene had told each other everything.

Sharene searched Evangeline’s face. “Tell me it’s not true.”

Evangeline’s hands curled into fists beneath the table. “Of course, it’s not,” she lied.

Sharene exhaled in relief, but Evangeline knew the damage was already done.

And when she got home that night, she realized the nightmare wasn’t over.