Chapter 3

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.