Chapter 4

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?”