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Chase groaned, staring up at the ceiling, and the sister hiding above it. "Evelyn! We're going to be late! School starts in twenty minutes!"

He cocked his head, listening for sounds upstairs, but there was nothing. Then, a subtle creak right above him, where the bathroom was. He sighed, rubbing his temple. He'd known it was the big game today, but did she really have to take that long to get ready?

"Evelyn," he called again, making his way upstairs, "Come on, let’s go!”

The upper floor was rather tight and cozy, a single hallway with five doors. Their parent's room was first on the left, right next to the spare bedroom. His and Evelyn’s rooms were on the other side, connected together through a Jack-and-Jill style bathroom. Groaning, he stepped through his room, blinking in surprise at finding the bathroom light off. Her vanity was also clean, meaning she’d either finished her make-up…or never started.

Desperately hoping that wasn’t true, he hurried through the bathroom, pausing half a second before her door. The light was on, shining beneath the crack, but he didn’t bother knocking. If she wasn’t dressed at this point, he might as well give up getting to school today.

His sister's room was as clean and neat as always, the bed made and the floor practically spotless. Evelyn herself was standing with her back to him, wearing her team cheerleader uniform. She stiffened the moment he entered, alerted as much by the groan of the floorboards as his discontented grunt. 

“H-hey!” she cried, her eyes going wide. 

She spun around to face him, holding her hands behind her back. Rolling his eyes he folded his arms and leaned against the doorframe.

“Evelyn, we’re going to be late. What are you eve–”

"What the hell are you doing in here?" she cried. She glared at him furiously, rocking back on her heel a step toward the desk before finally bringing her arms in front, crossing them beneath her breasts. “You’re not allowed in my room, remember?”

He sighed, rubbing his forehead. There it was again, not just a chasm, but the damned grand canyone between them. Like most twins, they'd been inseparable growing up, but things had changed in high school. No, that wasn’t quite right. It might have started as early as middle school. That was when she’d started making her own friends, something he’d never really got around to.

“Well?” She demanded, sticking out her chin. 

“Look, there’s no need to get so defensive. I don’t really care if we’re late, but you have the game today. It seems like you’re all ready to go, so…”

He gestured to her, trailing off as he glanced at what she was wearing. Just shy of their seventeenth birthday, it'd been forever since he'd taken the time to really look at his sister, but now, standing in her room he couldn't help but stare. The scrawny, self-conscious girl of his memory was gone. She was beautiful, simply gorgeous wearing her shimmering blue and white cheerleader uniform. It was thin and tight, clinging to her curves, with a low neckline and skirt that barely reached midway down her thighs. Her long, golden hair was tied in a ponytail by a white ribbon, her makeup was light but expertly done. Though hiding it behind a glare, her cheeks were flushed red and her chest heaved, light pants escaping her parted lips. He ultimately lost the battle, and his eyes drifted downward, mesmerized by the erotic rise and fall of her chest, her ample breasts heaving with every heavy breath.

Coughing, he quickly tore his gaze away, hoping she hadn't noticed. Since when had she gotten so grown up and, well, hot? A small claw of guilt wormed into his heart, and he shook his head, forcing away the improper thoughts. As hostile as she was, this was his sister!

"S-sorry, let’s just get going. We have like fifteen minutes now."

Evelyn’s glare faltered, overtaken by sheer shock. “W-what? Why didn’t you say so?” she cried, brushing past him "Jeez, you're such a jerk sometimes."

"I did," he sighed, "like ten times."

She was a few inches shorter than him, but she swept by with all the grace of a cat, shooting him a final glare before fleeing downstairs. He swallowed, his throat suddenly dry, unable to miss the soft scent of vanilla lingering in her wake. Or how the hem of her skirt bounced across her butt, revealing more of her creamy thighs, and…white. White panties.

The thought nearly distracted him from the other question that lingered in his mind, and he turned to glance at her desk. Just what had she been hiding, and why was she so flustered? He cursed himself for asking, but his curiosity got the better of him. Unable to help himself, he darted into her room, eyes scanning her desk. There was a black, glossy stick skewed half on the desk, obviously hastily dropped there. He cocked his head and picked it up. A remote? 

The remote had five small plastic lights at the top, the first one lit up. Two arrows in the middle indicate up or down, with a power button between them. He wasn’t particularly experienced when it came to things like this, but it looked awful like a–

"Chase!" Evelyn called from downstairs, a panicked edge to her voice. "Hurry up!"

"I, uh, yeah, I'll be right there!” 

That was crazy. There’s no way his sister had something this dirty. And what could she possibly be doing with it before such an important game? Still, his gaze lingered on the single blinking light, the flush of his sister’s face flashing through his mind. Following an unwelcome impulse for the second time today, he stuck it in his pocket and ran downstairs.

Evelyn was waiting for him at the bottom of the stairs with her backpack slung over one shoulder, shifting uneasily on her feet. As he opened the front door, she came up short and ran back upstairs, calling, “I just remembered my history book!”

He sighed. "Hurry up, then," he said, pulling out his keys.

She dashed back inside, and Chase climbed into the car, turning it on. As the engine roared to life, he glanced back at the house. She complained about history quite a bit, enough that he knew it was her first-period class. She would have been excused from it for the game. 

A few moments later, the passenger side door opened, and she slid into the seat beside him, her backpack in hand. She squirmed anxiously, trying her best to look at him from the corner of her eye without him noticing. She chewed her bottom lip anxiously, legs crossed together tightly.

"You forgot your book?" he asked, his voice dry.

"Mm-hm," she said, nodding. She stared straight out the windshield, not daring to make eye contact.

Shaking his head, he pulled out of the driveway. "You're ridiculous, Evelyn."

"Oh, shut up," she growled, "and watch the road."

The drive to the high school was only a few minutes, but to Chase, it felt like an eternity. Every bump and jolt made his sister tense, the flush in her face never fading. As they hit a particularly large pothole, she sucked in a sharp breath, white-knuckling the armrests, before slowly relaxing.

Chase swallowed, glancing over at her. Evelyn rested her head against the headrest with her eyes clothes, glossy lips parted in breathless moans. She rested a hand on her stomach and squirmed in her seat, legs pressing together. The sight of his sister so fully aroused sent a hot tingle through his body, which coalesced as a pressure building in his groin. He shifted uncomfortably, adjusting his pants to hide the growing bulge, and coincidentally came across the remote.
His chest pounded within him as his fingers gripped the glossy black plastic. Barely daring to consider what he was about to do, he found the soft ridges of the arrow buttons and pressed one of them. After a moment, nothing happened, so he tried the other.

Evelyn’s reaction was subtle, but immediate. Her breath quickened and a tiny, erotic moan slipped past her lips. After a few seconds, she squeezed her legs tightly together, rubbing her thighs together. Her hand on her stomach clenched into a fist, accidentally tugging her dress up to reveal a dangerous amount of thigh.

He swallowed the heavy lump in his throat and forced his eyes back onto the road. The school wasn’t far now, and the last thing he needed was to get in an accident. But, after a few seconds, his eyes slid back to her. His eyes bulged as he caught sight of two slight pricks in the uniform on her chest, little erect mounds rising off the smooth curve of her breasts.

“Nervous?” he asked, attempting to distract himself from openly drooling.

She jumped at his sudden question, her eyes snapping open. "A-about what?" She stammered.

"About the game. It’s the biggest game of the year, right?"

"Oh....yeah. I'm just feeling a little jittery, is all."

"Mm-hm," he hummed, "I'll bet you are."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Her voice was a pitch higher than normal, but her glare felt just as fierce. 

He didn't answer, instead subtly lowering the intensity back to its baseline. Evelyn let out an unconscious sigh, but her gaze tightened, not leaving his face. Chase held his breath, waiting for her to challenge or accuse him, but she never did. After a moment, she turned away and stared out the window.

They finished the car ride in silence. When they arrived at the school, Chase parked near the gymnasium and cut the engine. He was about to exit the car but stopped when she grabbed his hand, her slender fingers gripping him tightly.

"Chase?" She stammered, not daring to meet his eyes, “Have you, um, seen a little black remote anywhere? I lost it yesterday, and I have to give it back to Sadie." She hesitated for a moment, then tossed her hair and quickly added, "It's for a nightlight! Not anything weird, or whatever you're thinking."

"I'm afraid not," he replied, somehow keeping his voice level. "I'm sure you'll find it though. Maybe you just misplaced it in your room."

She gazed at him pleadingly but he only shrugged. “Jerk,” she whispered, then slipped out of the car. 

Chase shrugged and moved to follow, eyes following the sway of her hips as she walked. Evelyn glanced back at him, meeting his eyes, and her blush darkened. He expected hatred, or at least hostility, but there was something else in her gaze, fear, perhaps. Or…excitement?

And then she was gone, swallowed by the throng of students all heading to class. There was no denying it now. She really did have a vibrator in. Perhaps she had meant to remove it before they went to school, but judging by her reaction, she’d lost track of time and he’d barged in before she had the chance. They’d been late, too, so she wouldn’t even have time to do anything about it before cheer rehearsals for the game started. And he had the remote. 

Chase smiled, suppressing a smile. He barely even noticed as a few other students gave him odd looks. Perhaps it was time to get back at Evelyn for all the hard times she’d given him. Things were about to get interesting.

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"Wait, you're actually going to the game?" Gregor asked, raising an eyebrow, "Since when have you ever been a sports fan?

Chase shrugged, leaning against the back of his chair as they waited for class to end. It'd been all but impossible to focus on Calculus while the image of Evelyn's flushed cheeks remained in his mind, but he’d done the impossible and lasted the entire class. Now, the game was only a half hour from starting. In just a few minutes, they'd open the bleachers to the students.

"Evelyn's a cheerleader, remember? It's a big game, and I bet she'd appreciate the support."

"You? Evelyn? I thought she couldn't stand you," Tyler, another of his friends, chimed in.

"She can't," Chase sighed, shaking his head, "But, like it or not, we're twins. I figured I should probably show some support, just once. Besides, this game's going to be interesting."

"You know what I think," Gregor said, folding his arms and nodding, "I think you've got the hots for that cheerleader chick. The redhead, Rachel, right?"

"Ha!" Chase laughed, rolling his eyes. "Not a chance, man. I'm not into her at all. I mean, she's pretty and all, but not my type."

"Yeah, right," Gregor teased, "So, what is your type then?"

Gold hair, slender, and with gentle curves that seemed like they'd perfectly fill his hands...

"I-I don't know. I guess I haven't really thought about it," Chase replied, doing everything in his power to turn his thoughts from turning to his sister. The remote in his pocket made that all but impossible though.

"Yeah, sure," Gregor chuckled, "We'll see. Well, either way, we'll have to go if you're going."

Tyler groaned, rubbing his temples. "I can't. I have a test in fourth period, and I still have to do some studying. Besides, it's not really my kind of thing. Have fun though."

"Fine, fine," Gregor sighed, waving him off.

The hallway pulsed with the rhythm of slamming lockers and shouted conversations. Gregor moved through it like a rock star, high-fiving a couple of guys in varsity jackets, winking at a girl whose cheeks turned the same shade of red as her lipstick. Chase trailed behind, a ghost in the chaos, dodging outstretched hands and ignoring the curious glances. He and Gregor were about as different as he and…Evelyn.

What was she up to now? Probably leading the pregame cheers, her dazzling smile making half the guys on the field fumble their passes. She’d always been popular, and despite having a sharp tongue, always managed to be friends with everyone except him. He’d caught wind of rumors that half the students showed up at home games as much to watch her perform as the game itself.

Today, for some reason, that bothered him. But it was also exciting.

As they took a seat, Chase's gaze automatically swept across the football field, looking for Evelyn. The cheerleaders were on the field stretching, having just concluded their pregame rehearsals. They all wore the same revealing uniform, yet he found her almost immediately, eyes playing across her flushed cheeks and graceful curves. She was chatting amicably with another girl, one he’d seen hanging out with her in the halls before. The friend’s long dark hair was pulled up into a ponytail, a stark contrast to Evelyn's shimmering golden curls.

"Whoah, she's looking good," Gregor muttered. "Is that blush natural?"

Chase glanced over, surprised to find Evelyn gazing his way. As soon as their eyes met, her cheeks flushed and her lips parted in a breathy moan. He raised his eyebrows, and she hurriedly looked away, resuming her conversation with her friend. The remote pressed hard into his leg, a reminder that she'd been wearing the vibrator for well over an hour now.

"Yeah, probably," Chase replied, shrugging.

"Damn," Gregor muttered, shaking his head, "I can't believe a hottie like her is related to you."

"Sometimes I wish she weren't" he muttered, then winced at the immediate flash of guilt.

"What was that?" Gregor asked.

"Nothing," Chase replied, his lips thinning, "Just ignore me."

The next few minutes were a struggle to keep his hands off the remote. He’d never, ever, found pleasure in teasing his sister, but the urge was almost irrepressible. What mostly stayed his hand was the knowledge that if he messed up here, and ended up humiliating, any relationship they might have in the future was gone. She’d hate him forever.

Fortunately, before his mental fortitude crumbled, the football players streamed onto the field. The cheerleaders fell silent and moved to the sidelines, standing in a neat line in front of the bench. Their pompoms rustled in anticipation as the players lined up, and the game began.

When the home team, the Eagles, scored a touchdown, Evelyn and the others jumped and spun, tossing their pompoms into the air. In the chaos of the celebration, he caught Evelyn's eyes stray, searching for him. As he met her gaze, her expression shifted, eyes wide and pleading. Her legs quivered just a touch more than the others, her cheers just a bit less steady.

Chase's heart raced in his chest, the sight of her flushed, desperate face sending a rush of heat through his body. Unable to help himself, his finger found the small button and pressed down, increasing the vibrations. The cheerleaders had just begun to settle down and return to their starting formation when Evelyn froze, a sharp gasp slipping past her lips.

The girl next to her, a slim brunette, frowned and touched her shoulder. Evelyn's head snapped up and her eyes widened, but a second later, her jaw clenched and she nodded, shaking the other girl off. After a moment, she took a deep breath and resumed her position.

The players reset on the field, and Chase lowered the intensity again. She'd almost exposed herself there, and as fun as it would be, he didn't truly want to embarrass her, not in front of the entire school. Still, even now that it was on the lowest setting, he couldn’t stop watching as she struggled to maintain her composure.

The rest of the game passed in a blur. Every so often, Chase would press the button and watch as she squirmed, red-faced and embarrassed. Whenever they took to the field with a prepared routine, he'd choose a random time to raise the intensity.

Each time, he was surprised and pleased with her ability to recover. Her performance was perfect, never a move out of place. Her smile was a touch strained, and the flush in her face had darkened to a bright, cherry red, but her friends and teammates never suspected a thing. 

That is, until the third quarter ended. The Eagles had been dominating, but the other team managed to score a touchdown, closing the gap to within three points. Evelyn and the others leaped into the air, cheering and dancing, their pompoms flailing above their heads. Chase, unable to resist, chose the perfect moment and pressed the button an extra time, driving it up to the third setting.

Evelyn let out a strangled moan and stumbled out of step, nearly bumping into the girl next to her. Her head snapped up and she locked eyes with Chase, pleading and begging. He held his breath, pretending not to notice as a shudder rippled through her body. She was so close now, the desire evident in her eyes, but a quick look beside her revealed a worried, concerned frown on the face of her friend. A second later, the other girls had begun casting curious looks around the field to find the cause of her distraction.

Chase sighed and turned the vibrator off, holding his hand in the air. Evelyn's shoulders sagged in relief and she quickly returned to the rhythm of the routine. Throughout the cheer, she continually rubbed her legs together, stealing quick, longing glances in his direction. She couldn't possibly be...no, that wasn't right. Evelyn wasn't like that. 

The final whistle sounded and the Eagles won, but Chase couldn't tear his eyes away from his sister. The cheerleaders flooded the field, cheering, clapping, and waving their pompoms. He'd always thought of her as pretty, but today she was beautiful, an angel sent from heaven. Her face glowed with a brilliant smile, her golden hair fluttering in the wind, and her eyes danced with a happiness that made his heart skip a beat.

He considered upping the intensity, really throwing her off her game, but for the first time that day, the idea of teasing her didn't feel right. From the sheer ability and skill she demonstrated during their routines, literally never missing a beat no matter how much he tormented her, this was important to her. She was all smiles now, but he already caught at least one vicious glance his way, and knew there'd be an even greater reckoning should he pursue it more.

As the team and cheerleaders retreated to the locker rooms, he slid the remote out of his pocket, and held it between his hands, staring at it. Gregor was talking, something about how the cheerleaders should wear those uniforms every day, but he wasn't listening. Just what in the world was he doing?

He'd always thought of his relationship with his sister as strained, and he didn't deny that was true. They weren't particularly close, and he hadn't even considered their future together. That'd always seemed a distant concern, but now, staring at the black remote, he wasn't sure. What if she hated him, truly and completely, after this?

The thought made him feel cold and empty, and the guilt that had been steadily growing the entire day finally overwhelmed him. This wasn't right, and he needed to stop.

Letting out a sigh, he jammed the remote back into his pocket. She'd certainly remove the vibrator now that she had a chance in the bathrooms, and he'd just place the remote back in her room while she was boasting to their parents about the game tonight. Then they forget about this whole thing.

The rest of the day dragged by, his heart growing heavier with each class. By the time the bell finally rang, signaling the end of the day, he felt like he was dragging a sack of rocks around. It was even worse when he arrived at the parking lot first, forced to sit in the car and stew over what he'd say when she finally appeared.

Fortunately, he didn't have long to wait. Evelyn appeared a few minutes later, her makeup and uniform still in perfect condition, but with a noticeable slump to her shoulders. Her face was pale save for a soft blush, but, despite her exhaustion, she seemed to be humming softly, the corner of her lips twitched up in a satisfied smile. His gaze wandered to her slender thighs, and he caught himself straining to get a glimpse beneath her skirt, wondering whether she'd truly removed the vibrator or not. He shook his head, disgusted with himself. Of course she had. She wasn't a pervert, not like him.

The door opened, and she slipped inside, sighing as she rested her head against the seat. Chase shifted uneasily, his heart pounding in his chest.

Evelyn closed her eyes and rubbed her temples. "You're a jerk, you know that?"

Chase flinched at the harshness in her voice. "I-I know. I'm sorry."

Her eyes popped open and she sat up straight, staring at him in surprise. "Y-you're what? Did you just apologize to me?"

"Is that really so strange?" He retorted, tension making his voice sharper than he intended.

She folded her arms and glared at him, the blush in her cheeks darkening. "Well, yeah, actually, it is. Unless you have something to apologize for, which you never do. You’re too good and perfect and–"

Chase sighed and rubbed his temple, then pulled the remote from his pocket and set it in the cupholder. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done that. Here, just take this. I hope I didn't embarrass you too much"

She blinked and stared at him, then snatched up the remote. She gripped it tightly, her knuckles turning white. "What are you talking about? I wasn't embarrassed, or whatever."

Chase cocked an eyebrow. "Are you sure about that? You looked pretty embarrassed to me."

Evelyn blushed and stared out the window, refusing to look him in the eyes. "W-well, yeah, okay, it was a little embarrassing, but it wasn't...um, I mean, it was distracting, and it was kind of hard to concentrate. It was just, uh, well, when you stopped, I wanted...you know..."

His eyes bulged. "E-Evelyn! Don't tell me you were..."

"No!" she cried, "I wasn't getting turned on, or anything! You're a real pervert, you know that? I was just…ugh, never mind."

She turned away from him, wearing the most adorable pout. Chase swallowed hard. He wasn't sure he believed her, but there was no way to ask, not without upsetting her even further. "Uh, right, yeah, I got it," he said, pulling out of the parking lot, "It won't happen again."

"Whatever." It was a few seconds after that she lowered her head and added in a whisper he was certainly not meant to hear, "Just let me finish next time."

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"Heh. Got you again."

Chase landed on the ground. Hard. Scowling, he looked up at Gregor, who grinned and pulled his arm back further, sending a spike of pain through his back.

"Fine, I give," he muttered.

Gregor laughed and held his hand out. Chase groaned and took it, grunting as his friend pulled him to his feet.

He sighed, shaking his head, then rolled his shoulders. They were stiff, sore, and bruised from the sparring session, and he knew they'd be aching tomorrow. But he didn't care, not one bit. It had been a week since the remote incident and he hadn't once been able to get it out of his mind. Evelyn's face, the flush in her cheeks, and the desperate desire in her eyes...

Chase shook his head, clearing the thoughts. There it was again, so distracting he couldn't even--

"Hey, you alright? That's the fifth time in a row I've thrown you," Gregor asked, a worried frown on his face. "If it was just today, I wouldn't be worried, but this isn't normal, especially for you. You're supposed to get me nine out of ten."

Chase winced, glancing around. "Yeah, yeah, I'm fine. Just a little distracted. Maybe we should call it here."

They'd gone out to a local park for practice, a place where they were rarely disturbed. Chase had been involved in some sort of intensive martial arts and combat training since he was small. It was intense and often left him bruised and sore, not to mention he never got a chance to use it in real life. But it was great exercise and kept his mind sharp, not to mention it was where he met Gregor and Tyler, his only real friends.

Gregor's brow furrowed. "You sure you're okay? If there's something you need to talk about, I'm here."

Chase sighed, then shook his head. "It's nothing, really. Just....thinking. Anyway, I'd better get going. See you tomorrow."

He grabbed his bag, wincing at the pain in his shoulder, and began walking. The sun was dipping toward the horizon, a reminder that they'd been out here for hours. School had gotten out early for the weekend, leaving him with nothing else to do.

When he finally walked through the front door, not forgetting to lock his car behind him, his parents were waiting. His mother, a beautiful, more mature-looking version of Evelyn, kissed him on the cheek as she slipped out the door, leaving him alone with his father. His father was a stern man, strict and unforgiving. He wasn't cruel, but neither was he very warm or inviting.

His father was an ex-soldier and still had the build of one. Despite his age, he was incredibly fit, his body still chiseled and strong. That was probably why he pushed Chase so hard, not to mention enrolling him in combat classes meant for military special forces.

He folded his arms, the scowl on his face deepening. "You're late. We were planning to leave twenty minutes ago."

Chase grimaced, his shoulders drooping. " Sorry, got caught up training with Gregor. You could have just left you know, Evelyn and I aren't children anymore."

Whatever else he thought, that much was certainly true. They definitely weren't children anymore.

"Chase, you know how I feel about this matter. Our family has too many enemies and I can't risk leaving Ev alone. It's one of the reasons I've trained you, so you can take care of her."

Chase rolled his eyes, barely holding back a retort. He'd heard that speech a thousand times before, and it had never been less than annoying. As far as he had seen, they were a perfectly typical middle-class family without a hint of danger or crime. "Yeah, I get it."

His Father sighed long and hard, face softening for once. "I hope so. Thank you. Despite your teenage rebelliousness, you mean well. Now, we really must be going."

Chase moved aside and let his Father join his Mother in the car. Then, taking a breath, he walked upstairs. Evelyn was probably in her room, and he could really use a shower.

Sighing himself, he pushed through his room and into the bathroom. It was only after he took a step in that it finally registered the water was already running. The thin, white shower curtain did little to distort the silhouette of the figure inside. It was slender and lithe, and even blurry as it was, he couldn't mistake the golden waves of hair cascading down her shoulder, concealing the majority of her beautiful curves.

"H-Hello?" Evelyn called, breathless for some reason, " I thought you guys left already...wait, Chase? Get the hell out!"

He blinked and backed away, nearly tripping over his own feet. "Oh, sorry, um, it's just me . I'm going now."

He quickly darted out of the room and shut the door behind him, taking a deep breath. Only after he calmed down did he recall the rather curious of the shadow behind the curtain, leaning against the wall, her hand between her legs.

The memory of Evelyn's flushed face and pleading eyes flashed through his mind and he swallowed. There was no way...was there? He could feel a warmth rising within him, and a pressure building in his groin. Grimacing, he forced himself to think of anything else. It worked, for the moment, and he let out a relieved sigh, leaning against the door.

A few minutes later, the water shut off and he could hear Evelyn moving about, the sound of the curtain rings sliding across the rod. His heart quickened, and his eyes wandered back to the door. A part of him desperately wanted to know if she was doing what he thought she was, the same thing she'd been doing when he walked in on her a few days earlier.

And yet, if he did, the guilt would crush him.

His hands shook and his pulse pounded in his ears. With a final, shuddering breath, he sat on his bed and rubbed his forehead. He wasn't sure whether he'd just lost a battle or won one.

Seconds passed, and then he heard it. At first, he thought his mind was playing tricks on him, but then it came again. A soft, barely audible, feminine moan.

He swallowed, his heart racing. No way. There was just no way. But he couldn't stop himself. He stood and slowly walked to the door. This time, he didn't hesitate. Gently, he pressed the handle and pulled, the door swinging open with a barely audible groan.

Evelyn sat on the rim of the bath, her back to him. Her long, golden curls clung to her damp skin, dripping water down her back. She was completely naked, her body bare and exposed, and his mouth went dry. There wasn't much to see, not behind her, but the curve of her waist, the soft swell of her hips, and the smooth skin of her back were enough to drive him wild.

She supported herself on one hand, the other rubbing furiously between her legs. He gulped as she leaned back, pushing her pelvis into her hand and letting out another soft moan.

Unable to tear his eyes away, he stared at his sister's ass, mesmerized by the ripple of tension that rolled through her hips, resulting in the subtle clenching of her butt cheeks. As her pace quickened, her breath came faster and her moans increased in volume.

Easing the door shut, Chase sat against it and squeezed his eyes shut. Even now, with the wood between them, he could hear her. It wasn't that she moaned that disturbed him, rather, what she moaned.

"Chase!"

With that final, barely hushed cry, she fell silent . He swallowed, his throat dry. Evelyn was panting heavily, the soft, erotic sound almost louder than the beating of his heart.

He should be disgusted. This was his sister.

But instead of guilt, which he expected, all he could feel was the pressure in his pants and the overwhelming desire to touch her. To hold her. Maybe even to be inside her.

After a few moments, Evelyn finally stood, and he could hear her gathering her things. A moment later her door closed, opening up the bathroom. Chase sat frozen for several seconds, his breath coming fast and ragged before he finally stood.

It was impossible to forget, and equally as hard to ignore. The pressure in his groin was unbearable, and his cock throbbed. He slowly, and very deliberately stripped, ensuring his thoughts were far from what he had witnessed, but by the time the first streams of water hit his back, it was impossible to restrain himself. The sights, the sounds, and most importantly, the heavy scent of arousal hanging in the air, so thick it survived the billowing clouds of mist rising from his shower.

He leaned against the wall, the cool tile soothing the fire raging within him, and closed his eyes. His hand moved on its own, wrapping around his thick shaft, and he gasped, unable to hold back. A few minutes later, the tension finally drained away and she stood. It might be gross, taboo even, but at the very least he hadn't called Evelyn's name. He wasn't that depraved... yet.

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The next week dragged by. Every time Chase closed his eyes, he was plagued by visions of his sister, hot and flushed in the shower, her fingers rubbing between her legs. Even his dreams weren't safe, rife with scenes of Evelyn, naked, panting; begging for him. He woke every morning with a hard-on, and it took all his willpower not to masturbate to the night's visions. What made it worse was that Evelyn remained completely unaware, going about her day as usual with absolutely no regard for the effect she had on him.

Today, an entire week after he first caught her, was Saturday. The night before, his parents had left town on a business trip for the weekend, leaving him in charge. They were never too straightforward about their work, or what they did, but it meant they were alone until Monday. In all honesty, the secrecy gave credence to his father's claims, but Chase had a hard time fantasizing about his parents as secret gang members or crime family lords. They would definitely be a lot richer.

The day started simply enough. Even when he was feeling normal, it was impossible to sleep past the rising of the sun. Perhaps it had something to do with his training or his parents' efforts, but Chase had never been one for sleeping in. So, by the time the sun rose, he was already in the kitchen with a breakfast burrito on the grill. The creak of the floorboards upstairs prompted him to add another. Perhaps she was waking up early, for once.

Just as he was setting the table, Evelyn appeared at the bottom of the stairs. She yawned, rubbing her eyes, and Chase nearly dropped a plate. Her golden curls were matted and messy, hanging loosely around her shoulders, but more importantly, she wore only an old, faded t-shirt, the hem falling just below her hips. Was that one of his old shirts? He thought their mother got rid of that one!

Chase swallowed, his throat dry. His gaze swept her smooth, toned legs, the soft curve of her hips, and the swell of her breasts, before settling on her face. She gazed at him listlessly then yawned again and plopped down in a chair.

He stared at her for a few moments, mouth gaping like a fish, before shaking his head and returning his attention to the stove. "Yours," he muttered, throwing a burrito on her plate.

She nodded, yawning. "Thanks."

Chase turned and sat across from her, his gaze flicking again to her bare thighs. Sitting, the shirt did even less to hide her panties, the lacy, white fabric peeking out from under the ragged hem. He shifted uncomfortably and tore his gaze away, staring out the window.

They ate in silence, his mind racing. Was it deliberate, or did she not know? And, even more importantly, why was she wearing his clothes? Though they weren't extremely wealthy, he knew for a fact Evelyn and their mother had gone shopping many a time. There was no way this wasn't by choice.

Finally, after a few minutes, Chase cleared his throat. "So, uh, plans today?"

She blinked and stared at him, brows furrowed together. "Mom and Dad are gone, right?"

"Yup. Won't be back till Monday."

"Great, guess I'm stuck with you," she said, voice laced with sarcasm. There was a subtle shift in her expression, and her next words came out a hair too nonchalant. "Well, I guess...want to watch a movie?"

Chase hesitated, glancing around. "You want to watch a movie...with me?"

She glared, a blush spreading across her cheeks. "What's wrong with that? It's not like you need to make such a big deal about it. I just thought you might want to. That's all. Jerk."

"No, no, don't get me wrong. That sounds fine," he said, "I was just a bit surprised. It's been a while, hasn't it?"

The glare faded, and her shoulders slumped. She nodded, staring down at her empty plate. "Yeah. We used to watch movies together all the time. Not that I miss it," she added hurriedly.

Chase smiled, then shrugged. "Sounds fun. We can catch whichever one you want. How does two o'clock sound?"

Evelyn glanced at the clock and her eyes widened. "That early? I was planning on going out today with some friends. No parents, remember?"

Chase chuckled, rolling his eyes. "Fine, fine, go out and have fun. It'll just cost a bit more if we miss the matinee."

Evelyn frowned, then sighed and stood, stretching. As she raised her arms, the hem of her shirt lifted higher than ever, revealing a generous amount of her naval. Chase held his breath and turned away, but not before his eyes lingered, appreciating the view. She had to be doing it on purpose.

Evelyn hummed to herself, then walked out of the room, a little sway in her hips. Rolling his eyes, Chase cleared away breakfast and sat on the couch. Even if she wanted to wait, it was his day off. There was no reason not to watch something.

A few minutes later, Evelyn returned down the stairs, this time dressed in something a little more appropriate. Barely.

"There's no way mom would let you out in that," he said, glancing at her.

"Yeah, well, she's not here. Besides, what do you care?" Evelyn glared. Her outfit was daring, to say the least, but extremely attractive. She wore a low-cut summer dress, so sheer he could see her silhouette through the fabric. The skirt was high, barely any lower than the t-shirt, and it hugged her curves in a way that left little to the imagination.

He shook his head, turning away. "Just be careful. Don't stay out too late."

Evelyn's cheeks flushed and she tossed her hair. "I'm not a child, anymore. I know how to take care of myself. Just...don't worry, okay?"

He stared at her, raising an eyebrow.

She hugged and spun away, her skirt rising from the motion and giving him a nice view of her ass. "See you later."

He stared after her, shaking his head. "Bye."

Chase spent the rest of the morning cleaning the house, a chore his mother had taken over, and preparing the living room for the movie. When the clock ticked one thirty, he frowned, finding he had little left to do. So he busied himself with homework, played a few games, and even got halfway through a book. Finally, unable to wait any longer, he sat on the couch and stared at the clock.

It was almost six-thirty before Evelyn arrived. By that point, Chase was growing anxious. He had a good idea where she'd gone, and who she'd gone with. There shouldn't have been anything to be concerned about, her friends were rather tame as far as he knew, but it didn't stop him from worrying.

Then, as if on cue, the front door swung open. Evelyn swept through the door, arms laden with bags. They'd been shopping, it seemed.

Chase raised an eyebrow. "Have a good time?"

Evelyn shrugged. "Eh, it was okay. Rachel wanted to get new clothes, so we went to a couple of stores. Nothing too special."

He nodded, standing and taking a few of the bags from her. "I'm surprised you're back already. I figured when you didn't come home a few hours ago you'd be out late. Didn't want to stick around, or something?"

She snorted and rolled her eyes. "Oh, please, I'm not that immature. Besides, we were going to watch a movie, right?"

Chase nodded, surprised she remembered. "Sure. What did you want to watch?"

"Jeez, you're so pushy. Just give me a sec to put things upstairs."

Chase watched her walk upstairs, eyes drawn to her swaying hips. She really did have the nicest ass. He sighed, shaking his head, then headed back into the living room and waited. It took several minutes, but eventually, Evelyn returned.

She'd changed, again. This time she wore a white lace-up blouse and a pair of tight black yoga pants. Though loose, her blouse was cut low and sheer enough the fabric turned pink where it brushed across her skin. Her cheeks were flushed, and she fidgeted as she walked, rubbing her thighs together in discomfort.

His brow furrowed. "Are you okay? You look a little..."

Her eyes widened and she waved her hands frantically, her cheeks turning a brighter red. "I-I'm fine. You don't always have to worry about me, you know. Now, are we going or not?"

Chase shrugged and got to his feet, fishing his keys out of his pocket. "Sure, let's go."

They arrived at the theater and parked a short distance away, walking together to the ticket line. Evelyn settled on a cheesy romance movie, and as they stood in line, Chase felt in his pockets.

His brow furrowed, and he began patting down his clothing. "Shoot, I forgot my wallet. Wait here, I'll run and get it."

Evelyn rolled her eyes but nodded. "Fine, I guess. Try not to take too long, I'm not sure how long I can hold our spot."

Chase nodded and ran back to the car, inwardly berating himself for his foolishness. But, as he opened the door, he froze, eyes fixated on the passenger seat. There was his wallet, and positioned unmistakably atop it, a familiar black remote.

The same one he'd given Evelyn a week ago.

His heart raced, and a cold sweat broke out across his forehead. It seemed he hadn't dropped his wallet after all, not when it was now in such a compromising condition. Evelyn wanted him to come back, to find it in her seat...along with the remote. Looking back, she had been flushed the entire car ride, before that even, ever since she changed upstairs. She'd looked uncomfortable, squirming and fidgeting, but always watching him from the corner of her eyes. He'd dismissed it until now, but that was no longer possible. Not anymore.

Chase groaned and rubbed his head. Just what the hell was she thinking? And why did he find himself liking it?

No, he shouldn’t do this. She had to be making some kind of mistake, and he would just leave the remote in the car. Surely Evelyn didn’t know what she was doing. But that didn’t explain why his hand was shaking so much, or the confusion in his mind.

Or how the remote ended up in his pocket.

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The walk back to the movie theatre went by much slower than his jog to the car. The remote felt impossibly heavy in his pocket, and he struggled not to think about what it meant. What it implied. Evelyn was just being ridiculous, but then again, so was he.

He came up short as he found Evelyn standing with her back to the movie theatre wall with three large guys around her. They were heavy set and covered in tattoos, one bald and the other two sporting greasy dreadlocks. All three of them had burning cigarettes smashed between their lips.

"Look, I'm not interested. So just leave, alright?" Evelyn growled, arms folded and glaring. Despite the fact each of them was probably double her body weight, she didn't seem the least bit afraid, just irritated. At least, he hoped that's what the red in her cheeks meant.

One of the guys chuckled. "You sure 'bout that, girl? It'd be a real shame to waste a night like this."

Evelyn rolled her eyes and huffed. "Oh, I'm sure. Now, can you guys leave or what?"

Chase didn't hesitate to step forward and clear his throat, keeping his stance light and loose. Evelyn's eyes flickered to him and she let out a small breath, her shoulders sagging. Perhaps she wasn't as brave as she pretended.

"That's enough, you heard what she said," Chase said softly, "Now please move along. She's not interested."

The bald man glowered at him before waggling his eyebrow at Evelyn. "You're boyfriend?"

She blushed slightly, and before Chase could respond, nodded. "Yep. Now leave me alone already. I'd hate to be late for the movie for bastards like you."

He stared at her, open-mouthed. What? Boyfriend?

"N-no, that's not it, she's my--"

Before he could finish, Evelyn grabbed his arm, clinging so close her breasts pressed up against his bicep. He squirmed uncomfortably, trying to shake her off, but she only pulled tighter, leaning her head on his shoulder. Damn it, if things got ugly, it'd be tough to fight them off without any maneuverability.

The three guys stared at him, frowning, a then the bald one grunted. "Fine, have your way. Let's go, boys. Who needs a slut like her anyway?"

Evelyn's grip tightened and he winced as she dug her nails into his flesh, but otherwise kept his cool. The three men glared at him for a second longer then whirled in a cloud of cigarette smoke and muttered profanities. A few seconds later, they were gone.

Finally, Evelyn relaxed her grip, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

"What was that about?" he asked, looking down into her eyes. They glistened wetly in the streetlight, wavering with lingering fear and uncertainty. His heartbeat quickened, and he smiled reassuringly at her, wondering when the last time she had looked at him like that had been.

She snorted and rolled her eyes, the moment of vulnerability gone. "Just a few assholes with nothing better to do than harass a pretty girl." She hesitated, then added in a small voice. "And thanks."

Chase chuckled. "Hey, what are big brothers for? Seriously though, if anyone gives you trouble like that again, call me. I don't care if I'm in the middle of something or you're far away, I'll be there."

Evelyn's face reddened and she nodded. "Yeah, yeah. I got it. Can we go already?"

he nodded and turned to the ticket booth, only to pause at the weight on his arm. He glanced down and his breath caught, finding Evelyn holding his arm still. Like they really were a couple. She noticed his stare and stuck her tongue out, daring him to say something. He almost did, but swallowed the words as he remembered the remote in his pocket. Escorting his sister like she was his girlfriend was hardly the worst crime he'd be committing tonight.

They managed to get to their seats a good five minutes before the movie started. The theatre was relatively empty, the only others a handful of couples, and the dim, flickering light gave the room a mysterious feel. The remote pressed into his thigh as he settled in his seat, and Evelyn's presence was a constant, distracting force by his side. Even sitting, she still hadn't let go of his arm.

As commercials began to play, he caught her rubbing her legs together, sneaking glances at the bulge in his pocket. It was subtle, and her cheeks were red, but there was a hint of desperation in her expression. She really was serious about this.

When the opening credits began to roll, Chase slowly, deliberately reached into his pocket. He could feel Evelyn's eyes on him, watching his every movement, holding her breath. He waited until the title flashed across the screen, pushing the up arrow at the accompanying swell of titular music.

Evelyn gasped and squeezed his arm, pressing her breasts against his bicep. He didn't turn, keeping his gaze forward, but he could feel her shifting and squirming, rubbing her thighs together. She leaned her head against his shoulder, her hot breath tickling his neck.

A few moments later, he pushed the button again, driving it up to the third level. Evelyn stiffened and her breaths came faster, more erratic. The movie was well underway, the heroine just now being introduced, but Evelyn's eyes were slit in pleasure, one hand clinging to his arm, the other clenching the opposing armrest with enough force to turn her knuckles white. Before he could consider lowering the vibrator again, her head lolled on his shoulder and she breathed an erotic moan in his ear. Her voice was low and sultry, sending a shiver down his spine.

The movie continued to play, but he was completely distracted, hyper-aware of every inch of Evelyn's body pressed against his. She shifted and fidgeted, occasionally licking her lips or whimpering, reacting each time he raised or lowered the intensity.

It was maddening, having her so close, smelling her sweet scent and tortured by her gentle moans. If it weren't for the fact the other moviegoers would definitely notice, he would have slipped his hand beneath her shirt and fondled her breasts. It was a struggle not to, the desire so intense he could barely control himself.

When the movie was nearing the halfway mark, she finally released his arm. But his relief was short-lived as Evelyn proceeded to worm beneath him, somehow getting his arm to fall around her slender shoulders. In the jostling, he accidentally nudged the vibrator onto the fourth setting.

Evelyn bit her lip and arched her back against his chest. The motion thrust out her chest, and Chase froze as something firm and unbelievably soft filled his open palm. She had fallen into the crook of his arm, his arm draping over her shoulder, aligned perfectly with her right breast.

He swallowed, eyes glued to the screen, fingers twitching into the silky fabric of his sister's blouse. This was already too far. He should remove his hand and turn off the remote, no matter how much she seemed to want it.

But his hand wouldn't listen to him. Instead, it squeezed.

Evelyn bit her lip and her eyes fluttered, her body shuddering as his fingers dug into her supple flesh. She was warm, and so, so soft, filling his hand perfectly. He brushed his thumb across the smooth curvature, shivering as he found the slight swell near the center.

Holding his breath, Chase rubbed his thumb over the flaccid bump, teasing it with growing intensity. Before long, it began to harden, pricking through the thin fabric of her blouse into the ball of his thumb. Once it was fully erect, he caught the nub between his thumb and index finger, twisting and rolling it gently. She shivered and let out a quiet groan, pushing her breast into his hand. Taking it as an invitation, he squeezes his fingers together, giving her nipple a playful pinch.

He was rewarded with a quiet squeal. His cheeks burned, and he glanced around, afraid someone might have heard. Thankfully, the other couples were fixated on the screen, too lost in their own experiences to notice.

His heartbeat quickened, his imagination running wild. It took all his willpower not to shove his hand beneath her top and fondle her directly. He could just imagine her reaction, how she would squirm and press herself against him, moaning in his ear.

Instead, he contented himself with upping the intensity of the vibrator and teasing her nipples through the fabric. Her breath came hard and fast, her cheeks flushed crimson, but her gaze remained on the screen. She was so adorable, biting her lip and writhing, trying so desperately not to draw attention to herself, yet unable to hold back the rising tide of moans and whimpers.

The climax of the movie arrived, a high-action sequence full of explosions and gunfire. It resolved itself quickly, and the male and female lead were left alone in the ruins. Their conversation was tense but passionate, and their faces met. Evelyn's gaze was fastened on the scene, her breathing quickening as their lips brushed together.

It was at that moment Chase chose to raise the intensity to its highest setting. Evelyn froze as a low hum filled the air, the noise finally loud enough to escape the tight grip of her body. Her back arched, and a wet moan slipped from her lips, drowned by the swelling orchestra and the on-screen kiss. She shuddered for what felt like ages, convulsing against his chest, her breasts bouncing in his palm.

Startled by the severity of her reaction, Chase quickly lowered it to the lowest setting, but she continued to tremble, her body wracked by waves of pleasure. Witnessing the passion of his sister’s orgasm left his heart pounding and cock throbbing painfully tight in his pants.

Finally, as the theatre darkened with the end credits, Evelyn collapsed against him, panting heavily. They sat quietly together in the cover of darkness until the lights came on again, revealing the mess he'd reduced her to. Her eyes were half-closed and glassy, her skin flushed and shining in the soft light. Her blouse clung to her heaving chest, sticky and damp, the material sheer enough that he could make out the dusky pink of her areolas against the pale flush of her skin. A dark spot of moisture soaked through her yoga pants, a shadow against the black fabric.

As he stared, Evelyn glanced at him, and for a moment their eyes met. She was beautiful, her expression so vulnerable, yet seductive. It took everything he had not to lean in and kiss her.

Then, her eyes widened. She quickly turned away and folded her arms across her chest, her face turning a darker shade of crimson. He swallowed hard and averted his eyes, feeling a similar blush on his own cheeks. What the hell had just happened?

He looked about at the other patrons filing away, then back at his sister. "Perhaps we should go," he suggested tentatively.

"I-I know, alright?" she muttered, voice husky and low, "Can you just stop staring at me already?"

He quickly turned away and stood. "S-sorry, I just..."

He didn't finish, not sure how to continue. Evelyn sniffed and grabbed her purse, rising slowly. Her legs quivered beneath her slender weight, and she stumbled, falling forward. Chase instinctively reached out, catching her before she could fall and pulling her tight against him, her head buried in his chest.

Evelyn shivered and her eyes widened. For a moment, she relaxed, sinking into his arms. But with a start, she pulled away and stepped back. Her cheeks were flushed, and a look of frustration was plastered across her face.

"I'm fine, alright?" she snapped, her voice cracking. "Can we just go?"

He frowned and opened his mouth to argue, then sighed and nodded. "Alright. Let's go." What was he supposed to say, anyway?

As they entered the theatre lobby, Evelyn made a break for the bathroom. Chase sighed, finding a place to sit and wait. He pulled out the remote in his hand, staring at it until the single blinking light dimmed, signifying the vibrator had been turned off.

After a few minutes, Evelyn appeared, looking refreshed and a bit less frazzled. She didn't look at him, hesitating just long enough to ensure he was following before pushing through the theatre doors. The car ride home was just as quiet and awkward, with neither so much as looking in the other's direction.

Once back, he turned off the engine and looked over at her. "Evelyn, I–"

She didn't even wait for him to finish. As soon as the car stopped, she was out the door and running inside. Chase watched her go, his mouth hanging open. He didn't follow, not yet, waiting until the last possible second before finally stepping out of the car. Inside, he heard her frantic footsteps, then the sound of the shower turning on. He took his time making his way up the stairs and was surprised to find the shower door ajar.

Before he could so much as react, she peeked out at him, flushed and bashful. He raised an eyebrow, and she bit her lip, shrinking further back into the bathroom.

"T-thanks for taking me to the movies," she said, voice quiet and meek, "It was...fun."

He chuckled, shaking his head at her bashfulness. "I'm glad we got a chance to spend some time together." His heart pounded as he hesitated, but he had to ask, to make sure. "Perhaps we should do it again sometime?"

Her eyes widened and she let out a little squeak. "I-I'd like that!"

Her cheeks reddened further and she ducked back into the shower, leaving him to ponder the night's events alone.

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Evelyn had been avoiding him since the day they went to the movies. Or, rather, not avoiding him, per se. She still greeted him when she came downstairs, and she wasn't any less sarcastic or rude than normal. But there was an added distance between them, a tension that wasn't there before.

It had been two weeks since then, and even if she seemed to have forgotten, Chase certainly hadn't. How could he? The way she'd clung to him, pressing her soft breasts into his hand, moaning and gasping in his ear... And how she said she wanted to hang out again. She wanted more.

Chase shook his head and sighed. He couldn't deny it, no matter how hard he tried. He wanted her more too.

"Hey, Chase, get lost or something?" Gregor called, slapping his back.

Chase jumped and laughed nervously. "Ah, sorry. Kind of zoned out, didn't I?"

His friend shrugged, a smirk spreading across his lips. "You sure did. Hope you focus before our sparring session after school. I hate whooping you while you're not paying attention."

He snorted, rolling his eyes. "Don't count on it. You haven't beaten once since that day a few weeks ago."

"Still can't believe I missed that day," Tyler groaned from his other side. "I'd have loved to get some revenge."

Chase chuckled and shrugged. "Snooze ya lose, I guess. Should we hit the cafeteria? I'm starving."

Gregor nodded, and the three friends made their way into the cafeteria. The hallways were packed as always, but people made room for the three. They were by no means popular, or even particularly large, but their training had instilled a sense of danger that even ordinary students could sense, if subconsciously.

As they approached the wide double doors leading to the cafeteria, a sudden commotion broke out in a nearby hallway. The student congestion was particularly bad there, with a couple dozen high schoolers surrounding what seemed to be a few of the football players. Chase caught a glimpse of shimmering blue and white, the uniform of a cheerleader.

Probably just some confession or team drama surrounding some of the more 'popular' students on the teams. Chase turned away from the commotion, but before he could take a step, Gregor's voice caused him to freeze.

"Hey, isn't that your sister? In the middle of the crowd?"

He spun back, craning his neck over the heads of the crowd, and his stomach dropped. There, in the middle of the throng of students, was a familiar waterfall of golden curls. His heart raced for a moment before he took a deep breath, letting his tension go. Even if it was Evelyn, there was no way in hell she would appreciate him butting into her business. From the first day of high school, she'd made it clear she couldn't risk being associated with a loner like him. Whatever it was, she could sort it out herself.

Just as he tried to turn away again, Evelyn's voice cut above the whispers, sharp and stiff. "I told you already. I'm not interested!"

Something in her tone gave him pause. Beneath the bravado, there was that same apprehensive quiver as when the three goons had cornered her. It was faint, nearly imperceptible, but it was there.

His brow furrowed, and he tried to move toward her, only to be blocked by the shifting crowd. The whispers grew louder, and a few jeers joined the mix.

"Why don't you guys go ahead?" Chase suggested. "I'll take care of things here."

"Sure, just try not to do anything that would get you expelled." Gregor gave him a meaningful look before turning away.

Tyler laughed and moved to follow him. "Honestly, for a beauty like that? I won't blame you either way."

Chase ignored him and turned back to the crowd, his expression grim. This time, when he tried to move through the crowd, people moved for him. More than a few shivered before his hand even fell on their shoulders, practically leaping out of his way. It was an odd sensation, but he ignored it, his eyes focused on the center of the commotion.

There, just as he'd feared, was his sister. Her golden curls fell loose about her shoulders, and she wore her cheerleader uniform. The three players were dressed in their pads and leaned up around the walls trapping her in.

"What's wrong? Never had a real man before?" one of the boys sneered, reaching out to brush a finger along her cheek.

Evelyn slapped his hand away and growled. "Not interested, asshole. How many times do I have to reject you before you'll give up?"

The boy's brow furrowed, and he slammed his fist into the locker next to her head, his muscles bulging. "I'm not asking, bitch. After the game, you're coming home with me."

She turned her head from him with a sniff. "Like I'd ever date a loser like you."

A wave of smothered chuckles and laughter filled the hall, and the boy's face reddened. Chase's stomach knotted, and his pace quickened, forcing his way through the last of the crowd. This wasn't good.

"You bitch!" The boy spat, raising his hand to slap her.

Evelyn cringed, but his hand never made it. Chase lunged forward and snagged his wrist, twisting it and holding it behind the boy's back.

The boy yelped in pain, then glared, twisting and jerking. "Who the fuck are-"

His yelp turned to a scream as Chase swept his legs out, knocking the boy flat onto the floor. Before he could move, Chase knelt down, putting all his weight on the boy's spine. The boy gagged, the wind knocked out of him, his limbs flailing helplessly.

Chase glanced up at the two other players, who were staring at him in open-mouthed shock.

He nodded toward the door. "I think you two should go. Now."

The two players hesitated, their eyes darting between Chase and their teammate. "L-let him go! You're hurting him," one said, a hint of uncertainty in his voice.

Chase stared at him, keeping his features blank. He pressed down a little harder, and the boy beneath him screamed, a sound that quickly devolved into a whimper. The noise felt unnecessarily pathetic, so he glanced down, surprised to find tears running down the football player's face.

"Who the hell do you think you are?" the other asked, taking an aggressive stance. "Let him go or you'll be sorry!"

Chase rolled his eyes and sighed, standing slowly. The boy beneath him scrambled away, clutching his side and wheezing. his eyes darted side to side, taking in the mocking stares of the crowd, and his face reddened. He growled, his jaw clenched tight.

Then, he dove at Chase.

Chase raised an eyebrow, sidestepping the tackle effortlessly. The boy stumbled forward, his momentum sending him crashing into the lockers.

The crowd snickered, and his face burned even redder. Deciding to spare him any further embarrassment, Chase ghosted forward and planted an elbow in his stomach, bending him in half. Then, gripping his collar, he dragged the boy's ear to his lips.

"Stay away from Evelyn. There won't be another warning."

His words were barely above a whisper, but the boy stiffened and paled. A wet patch began spreading down his thigh. He sagged the moment Chase released him, his legs trembling too much to support his weight. His friends ran over and helped him up, giving Chase dirty looks before dragging him away through the crowd.

Chase shook his head and sighed. Idiots.

Suddenly, his chest tightened and he whirled, eyes searching for Evelyn. She stood right where he'd left her, her arms folded tightly beneath her breasts. She hadn't moved an inch from when he appeared, just standing there staring at him with wide, watery eyes. The moment their eyes met, she jumped a little and reddened, looking around at the whispering students all around them.

"Who's that?"

"What? Evelyn has a boyfriend?"

"He beat them up like it was nothing!:

Evelyn's mouth pinched into a thin line, her cheeks growing pink. Her expression was a mixture of gratitude, anger, and embarrassment.

Chase shrugged, stepping forward. "Come on, let's get out of here."

Surprisingly, she allowed him to take her hand and drag her away. The students moved to let them through, many starting to disperse now that the fight was over. He could vaguely hear a teacher shouting somewhere down the hall, but he ignored it and pulled Evelyn into a small, empty side hallway.

"You okay?" He asked, turning to her. He tried to let go of her hand, but her fingers remained tightly curled around his.

"Evelyn?"

She sniffled, and a second later, buried her head in his chest, her arms snaking around his back. He stiffened, and his heartbeat quickened, her sweet, feminine scent filling his nose.

She was so warm and soft. Without thinking, his hands slipped around her back, drawing her in tight. His fingers traced across her smooth, silky fabric drawn tightly across her skin, feeling the curve of her back.

Her chest rose and fell, pressing her breasts against him, her soft breaths tickling his neck. "You idiot," she whispered, her words muffled against his shirt. "Why'd you come? You could have been hurt."

He frowned, stroking her hair. It was so soft, like touching a cloud. "How long has he been after you? Why didn't you tell me?"

She shivered and held him tighter. "I didn't want to bother you. I'm fine. I can handle it."

Chase chuckled, shaking his head. "Clearly."

She looked up, glaring at him, but the angle just made her even more endearing. "Whatever. You're still a jerk," she said, without any heat.

He smirked. "Oh, I'm sorry. How could I leave such a beautiful girl alone like that?"

She snorted, and then her eyes widened. A blush spread across her cheeks, and her body tensed, her grip around him tightening. "beautiful?" she whispered in a voice almost too quiet for him to hear.

His heart skipped, and his throat tightened. He'd said that aloud?

For a long moment, neither of them moved. Neither of them breathed. They just stared into each other's eyes, mesmerized by their own reflection.

Then, as if coming to a sudden decision, she stood on her toes and kissed him.

The kiss was gentle and chaste, yet so unexpected he just stood there, stunned. It took an entire second for his body to react, heat flushing his face as his heartbeat accelerated.

It was over before he could even consider pushing her away. Or reciprocating. Evelyn broke away and dropped down, her gaze on the floor. Her cheeks were so red they were almost purple, her breathing coming quick and erratic.

He stared at her, his thoughts racing a million miles a minute. She had kissed him. Evelyn had kissed him!

His mouth hung open, but no words came out. His tongue felt leaden, unable to form words he didn't know. She fidgeted and squirmed in his grip, blushing a red so dark he hadn't thought possible.

"I-It's not what you think!" she cried, feeling his stare. "Just let go of me already!"

He blinked and glanced down, finding her still pressed against his chest. She was saying that, yet her arms still wrapped around him tightly. What would happen if he let her go? More importantly, how would she feel if he didn't?

"No, I don't think so," he murmured, bringing a hand up to cradle the back of her head.

Her eyes widened as he brought her face to his. She seemed stunned, but even as their lips met, she made no move to stop him. A brief flicker of relief flashed through her eyes before she closed them, a shiver running through her body.

Her lips were soft and soft, a true feast compared to what she'd teased him with before. He brushed his tongue across her upper lip and she moaned softly, her lips parting just enough for him to slip his tongue inside. She stiffened at the intrusion, but soon relaxed, her tongue timidly probing his.

Their tongues tangled, her hot breath tickling his nose, and the world around them fell away. The kiss was intense and passionate, stealing both their breath, yet unbelievably sweet and tender. His twitched and began to harden, pressing into Evelyn's skirt. He shifted, trying to hide his swelling arousal, but with how close they were, it was impossible. Still, she gave no indication she noticed, instead pulling him closer and deepening the kiss.

The sudden trill of the electronic bell tore them apart, red-faced and panting. Chase looked up, terrified, but fortunately found the hallway empty. It was just a warning bell, informing students lunch would end in five minutes.

Evelyn took a deep, shuddering breath, then pushed away from him, stumbling. He was reluctant to let her go, but even his passion-muddled mind knew better than to force her. Any minute students would come flooding out of the cafeteria and they'd be spotted.

The two stared at each other, their breathing ragged, neither knowing what to say. Evelyn was the first to look away, a blush covering her cheeks and ears.

"T-thank you," she muttered, playing with a long strand of golden hair.

Chase swallowed hard, his pulse still racing.  Why was she being so shy? She was the one who started it! Regardless, he nodded, still unsure if she was talking about the football players or the kiss. Perhaps for both, he decided. 

"Any time. See you after school."

She bit her lip and nodded, not meeting his eyes. "Yeah. Whatever."

As she turned and left, his eyes fell to her hips, and the sway of her skirt. He was tempted to follow her but forced himself to remain, leaning against the wall with a sigh. What the hell were they even doing?

As he walked to his class, he faltered, an unwelcome thought raced through his mind. At some point during their kiss, it had vanished.

The twang of guilt, the one that had been there from the beginning, was gone.

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“Chase, I received a very worrying phone call from the school today.”

Chase glanced up from his book, finding himself staring into the concerned eyes of his mother. His heart skipped a beat for a moment as he thought someone might have been spying on them when he kissed Evelyn, but he quickly calmed himself. It probably had to do with the trio of idiots who had tried to harass her the day before.

“Yes?” he asked meekly, placing his book down.

She sighed and sat down across the living room from him, taking that posture mothers do when they’re ready for a hard conversation. “Oh, Chase. We didn’t raise you to get into fights at school. You know you’re not allowed to use your training to resolve things with violence, especially at school. One of those boys you hurt had to go to the hospital. Apparently, he was one of the football players, and won’t be able to play for the rest of the season.”

He nodded, feeling his gut do a flip. His training had instilled him with an iron will, and yet there were some things no amount of discipline could prepare you for. In all honestly, he’d rather face down the entire football team than his mother’s disappointment.

But he wasn’t completely defenseless, not when the situation had justified it. He just needed to get her to see that.

“I understand mother, and I will accept any punishment you deem fit.” First, a little humility to set the table, which seemed to land well. She nodded, satisfied, laying the groundwork for his follow-up. “But please, if I acted wrong in mobilizing my strength, then would you please tell me when it is appropriate to do so?”

She tilted her head at the unexpected question. “Well, I guess when things are serious. Like if someone tries to hurt us, or–”

He held up his hand, stopping her mid-sentence. She frowned at the interruption, but he quickly spoke before she could. “He tried to hit Evelyn, Mother.”

That was all it took. The ordinarily kind, gentle face of his mother hardened in an instant. “I see. It seems the school decided to leave that detail out. Would you please explain the situation to me?”

Chase let out a relieved sigh. That was one of the things he loved about his mother. She was strict but kind, always willing to hear his side of the story before passing judgment. She would listen, and when she learned the truth, the matter would be over concerning him.

So he explained. The hallway, the commotion, the football players cornering her, and his response.

As he spoke, his mother nodded. Then, much to his surprise, she chuckled, shaking her head.

He stopped, tilting his head. “Mom? Is something wrong?

She smiled and patted his shoulder. "Oh, nothing, son. I'm just glad to see you're looking out for your sister. Also, I'm sorry for assuming you were in the wrong. I'll contact the school and let them know the circumstances regarding those boy's harassment. Still, Evelyn is a beautiful, charming girl, and I wouldn't put it past her provoking them. I'd better chat with her and ensure things never escalate this far again."

"Of course, mother. Thank you."

His mother nodded, then headed upstairs. Chase only relaxed his guard once he heard the knock on his sister's door, finally letting the tension leave his shoulders. That had been too close. What if someone really had seen their kiss?

The thought continued bothering him until, with an exasperated sigh, he put down the book. Mother had already left Evelyn's room and left the house, presumably to go shopping, leaving the two of them alone.

No sooner had he had that thought than his stomach somersaulted. Before he could question his motives, he stood and walked upstairs, pausing just outside of Evelyn's door. It was open a crack, letting a little light spill into the hallway.

"Hey," he said, knocking gently on the door.

The nudge pushed it open a bit, giving him a view of Evelyn lying on her stomach on the bed, looking at her phone. Her bed was neat and tidy, as usual, and she wore tight black leggings and an oversized gray t-shirt. One of his, again. She glanced up at the noise, her legs kicking lazily behind her.

She flushed as their eyes met and averted her gaze. "What is it, idiot? Mom already chewed me out for being such a 'temptress.'"

Chase chuckled and pushed open the door, stepping inside. She didn't protest, and he sat on the edge of her bed. He had no idea how to start this conversation, so he just blurted out the first thing that came to mind. "So, uh, what was that? In the hallway."

Evelyn froze, and her cheeks reddened. "That? It was just a...joke. I had to, um...to thank you, okay? It's not like it means anything."

She sounded angry, but he wasn't fooled. Even now, she fidgeted and played with her hair, not meeting his eyes.

"Is that so? It didn't feel like a joke," he said, leaning over and touching her thigh.

She jumped and stiffened, her eyes widening. "W-what are you talking about? You think I-"

He squeezed gently, his fingers digging into the soft flesh. Evelyn shivered and bit her lip, eyes flickering to the open door. "S-stop that. Mom might see us."

"She's already gone. We're alone, Ev."

She shuddered as he slid his hand up her thigh, her feet freezing mid-kick. Before he could stop himself, he came to her ass, soft and full against his palm. His cock throbbed, pressing painfully against the fabric of his jeans, and his hand tensed, squeezing a little harder than he intended.

She squeaked and slapped his hand away, rolling over and sitting up quicker than he thought possible. She glared at him, her cheeks bright red. "Stop that. I was just...playing around. Why are you taking everything so seriously?"

"Oh..." he said, pulling away and standing. "I understand now. Sorry for misunderstanding."

With that, he turned and headed to the bathroom door, intending to cross it to his room. If she wasn't interested, then so be it. He had to respect her wishes, no matter how hard it was. However, his instincts told him otherwise, and any second now, she would-"

"W-wait..."

"Yes?" he asked without turning.

She said nothing initially, and Chase waited, his stomach in knots. This was it. She would either give him a clear sign, or he would leave and forget everything he had seen, heard, and done. It wouldn't be easy, but it was the only way he could respect her decision.

Just as he was about to give up and turn away, Evelyn sucked her lower lip in and began nibbling on it nervously. Her cheeks flushed crimson, and she hesitated, refusing to meet his gaze.

"M-maybe I was lying," she muttered, her voice so quiet he had to strain his ears.

Chase slowly turned to her, rubbing his chin to hide a grin. "Sorry, what was that? You were kind of muffled."

She flinched, and her jaw clenched, a flash of anger crossing her features. "Shut up, will you? Maybe I don't hate it when you touch me. Is that what you wanted to hear?"

His heart skipped, and his mouth dried. He licked his lips and swallowed, forcing a smile. He drifted closer to her, reaching out a hand and brushing a few loose strands of hair from her cheek. Her skin was soft and warm with her blush, a bashful red that covered her face and crept up her ears.

Evelyn's lips parted as their faces drew together, and her eyes fluttered half-closed. He cupped her chin with his hand and tilted her head up toward his, and her tongue slithered between her lips, giving them a glossy sheen.

His eyes closed as their lips finally brushed. She went rigid at the touch, then relaxed, her lips parting with a breathy sigh. He pushed his tongue through the gap, eager to taste her once more/ She responded in kind, her arms snaking around his neck and pulling her slender weight against him.

"Mmm, I thought...you'd never take the hint," she whispered, breaking away breathlessly.

Chase snorted and ran a hand down her back, resting it just above the curve of her ass. His other hand rested on her back, holding her close. "Hints? Is that what happened at the movie theatre?"

Evelyn bit her lip and shrugged, avoiding his eyes. "I...look, just stop thinking so much, alright?"

She leaned in and pressed her lips to his, and, probably to shut him up, thrust her tongue inside his mouth. He welcomed the intrusion, and their tongues curled together, mixing their saliva. She was sweet and tangy, like strawberries, an addicting flavor.

Chase slid his hands down her back and over her ass, massaging her flesh through the thin fabric of her leggings. There was no bump or line where her panties should have been, his fingers slipping smoothly over her hips without catching. She shuddered and pressed herself against him, moaning into his mouth.

With a soft grunt, he hefted her weight in his hands, lifting her off of the bed. She shivered as his hands found purchase on the smooth skin of her bare thighs, and her arms tightened around his neck. Without breaking their kiss, she shifted her weight and managed to lock her legs around his waist, pressing her groin against his.

Even with their clothing between them, he could feel her warmth. His cock ached painfully in his pants, straining at the zipper and threatening to tear through. His hips moved on their own, grinding against her, and Evelyn let slip a tiny moan.

The sound of her voice, thick with need, clawed at his lusts. He let her take a shallow breath before giving her a long, deep kiss, taking her lower lip between his lips and nibbling softly. Evelyn shuddered and leaned into him, her hands digging into his back. Her scent filled his nostrils, sweet and alluring, drawing him deeper into their passion.

It was impossible to know how long they stayed like that, lost in the passionate, intimate embrace. But at some point, after innumerable kisses and short, hasty breaths, Chase heard the distinct sound of the front door closing. His mind almost didn't react, clouded and lustful as it was, but his body responded to the stimulus. All of that training had to /somewhere,/ after all.

He stiffened, and their lips broke apart, the two of them panting heavily. She rested her forehead on his, their lips connected by a glistening strand of saliva, her eyes hazy and unfocused.

"Ev," he said breathlessly, "Mother's home."

Her eyes widened, and she froze, a look of horror passing across her features. She glanced over his shoulder at the door, then back at him. He gazed back, the reality of the situation still weak against his raging passion.

That changed when her legs slackened their death grip on his waist, and she started squirming in his arms. "H-hey, put me down!"

Chase blinked and loosened his grip, letting her slide down his body. She landed on the floor and staggered, collapsing to her knees in a heap. Her hair and clothes clung to her skin, sticky with sweat, and her beautiful breasts rose and fell as she tried to catch her breath. One glance at the full-body mirror hanging against her closet told him he looked no better. They were both flushed and ruffled, looking exactly like what you wouldn't expect out of siblings.

"Chase? Evelyn?" their mother's voice vibrated through the floorboards, making them both jump.

Even with all his training, Chase's heart pounded in his chest, and he scrambled toward the bathroom. Evelyn evidently had the same idea, as she had also jumped to her feet and staggered after him. She almost fell again, still unsteady from their passionate kiss, and he caught her.

"I call shower," she said, breaking out of his grip. "And don't you dare peek!"

"Is now the time to worry about that? Besides," he asked, amused, "Are you sure you don't want me to?"

She turned her head with a sniff, her golden hair rippling around her shoulders. "It was just a kiss, alright? For saving me from that football jerk."

He grinned and stepped out of the bathroom, closing the door before throwing himself on his bed. His jeans were open in an instant, his hand wrapping around his swollen shaft and giving it a firm squeeze. Now that their mother was home, she'd call them down for dinner in minutes. There was no way he'd have time to shower first, not if Evelyn felt the same need he did. A small, suppressed moan from behind the shower door confirmed his suspicions.

As he stroked himself to the sound of his sister's moans, he couldn't help but recall the last thing she'd said to him. Wasn't that the same excuse she'd given him the first time? No sooner had he thought that than his cock jerked, spraying hot semen into a waiting napkin.

A faint smile crossed his face, a light, warm feeling replacing the usual post-nut guilt. Even Evelyn didn't have an excuse, not anymore. But it seemed that didn't matter anymore.

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Things were different after that day. Not outwardly, of course, as Evelyn acted as snarky and dismissive as always. But he also caught her watching him when she thought he wasn't looking, a slight flush across her face. Whenever their eyes met, she'd give a little disdainful sniff and turn away, and yet, she no longer shied away from his touch. She would 'accidentally' brush against him as she walked by, or rest her hand on his thigh under the kitchen table whenever they ate as a family. She seemed to enjoy teasing him like that, taking subtle action whenever they were in public or around their parents, and he couldn't protest.

Not that he really wanted to, of course.

Chase sat in his car after school the following weekend, waiting for Evelyn to show up. He tapped his fingers against the wheel impatiently, checking his phone every few minutes. Her cheer practice had ended twenty minutes ago, and he was getting annoyed.

As if she'd read his mind, the passenger door opened, and Evelyn slipped inside, her bag slung over her shoulder.

Chase raised an eyebrow. "Nice of you to show up."

She rolled her eyes at him. "What? Couldn't wait to see your adorable little sister? What a pervert."

He sighed and started the car, pulling out of the parking lot. He could have argued with her, but she always found a way to twist things to her advantage. The best tactic was just to ignore her, wait for her to get bored, and change the subject.

That didn't take long, as Evelyn shifted uncomfortably and looked out the window, intentionally avoiding looking at him. "So, I was thinking we could do something this weekend."

He raised an eyebrow, sparing her a glance. She'd crossed her legs and settled back in her seat, her hands resting on her lap. The shimmering folds of her cheerleading uniform skirt had shifted with her, hiking up her thighs a few inches. There was a flash of thin white fabric between her thighs, and Chase swallowed hard, turning his attention back to the road.

"Yeah? What did you have in mind?" he asked, his throat tight.

She shrugged, playing with a lock of her golden hair. "Oh, I don't know. Just, you know. Hanging out. We did promise to do that, you know."

He ignored the jab and nodded. "Sure, we can do that. "

Evelyn's expression brightened, though she quickly hid it with a snort. "Good. And, um, it's not like I really want to, but I was thinking we could maybe watch a movie. Since the last one was so fun."

He chuckled and shrugged, feeling an uncomfortable pressure in his jeans. "At home? I think Mother and Father are out of town again this weekend, something about an important client."

"Yeah, whatever." She seemed a little less enthusiastic about that, but didn't protest.

As they pulled into their driveway, Chase stopped the car. Evelyn had her seatbelt off in a flash, but instead of getting out, she reached over and grabbed the front of his shirt. He turned, suppressing his instinctive reaction to subdue the sudden movement with a block, and found her lips pressed against his.

The kiss was soft and tender, and the tension drained from his shoulders as he relaxed. He slid his tongue across her upper lip, seeking entrance to her mouth, but she pulled with a smirk. The door opened, and she slipped out, winking at him.

"Coming, dear brother?"

He watched, his eyes locked on her hips and the way her skirt swished as she walked. A low, barely audible sigh escaped his lips, and he shook his head. He'd never had a thing for cheerleaders before and found the flashy and revealing outfits a little gaudy and pretentious, but damn if she wasn't the exception to the rule.

Chase got out of the car and followed her inside, trying his best not to stare at her ass. He secretly hoped for another glimpse of her panties and was rewarded as she headed right up the stairs. He rubbed his chin as she disappeared from view. She probably had a point calling him a pervert at this point.

A few hours later, he relaxed on their couch before the TV, fiddling with the remote. He'd had a couple of hours to himself, enough time to finish a few assignments and catch up on the latest articles from his favorite martial arts magazine. There'd been a new move described he was eager to try, but it would have to wait until tomorrow when he could spar with Tyler or Gregor.

As he settled on a movie to watch, Evelyn came downstairs. She'd just gotten out of the shower, and her long, golden hair hung loose around her shoulders. Her tight-fitting white tank top seemed especially short, leaving her toned midriff bare. The fabric carried a faint hint of dampness, probably humidity from her shower, sticking slightly to her skin and emphasizing the curve of her breasts. She wore a pair of black dolphin shorts that barely covered her ass, the curve of her cheeks just visible below the white trim of the spliced hem.

Her eyes met his as she walked into the room, and a flush spread across her cheeks. She cleared her throat and gave him a half-hearted glare. "You can stop staring, you know."

He coughed and turned away, "I was just wondering what took you so long. You look...comfortable."

Evelyn just rolled her eyes. "It's hot tonight, so I wanted to cool off a bit. If it bothers you, you can always go up to your room." Suddenly, her eyes lit up mischievously, and she leaned over toward him, a smirk tugging the corner of her lips. "Or, could it be you like things a little hotter?"

His eyes flicked down to her cleavage, now on full display, then back up to her face. She wasn't wearing a bra. "Well, if it's the only way to stay comfortable, then how can I refuse?"

Evelyn snorted and plopped down beside him, immediately cozying up against him. "Yeah, whatever. Just start the movie already, before I cringe to death."

Chase chuckled and wrapped an arm around her shoulders, drawing her against him. She shivered at the touch, her head coming to rest against his chest. As sharp as her words were, Evelyn was surprisingly soft and warm—especially her breasts, which pressed against his chest.

It wasn't easy to focus on the movie with her so close. The opening credits hadn't even finished before his eyes strayed to her. The way her chest rose and fell, and the occasional flutter of her eyelashes as her gaze flickered in his direction. It was impossible to tell what she was thinking, especially when acting unusually affectionately.

Finally, she grew tired of the act and shifted, her arm slipping around his back and beneath his arm. Her fingertips played across his ribs, the touch soft and ticklish. Then, before he could react, her hand drifted down to his groin, cupping his hardening shaft.

She giggled and gently squeezed it, her fingers tracing along the bulge. "Remember the last movie we watched?"

He shook his head. "Not really. All I remember is you."

She stiffened, then blushed, hiding her face against his chest. "C-Chase!"

He laughed and caught her chin with the crook of his finger, lifting her face up. She glared at him, her cheeks and ears dark with her flush, her lips parted ever so slightly. Before she could say anything, he kissed her, his tongue pushing past her teeth and curling around her own.

Evelyn groaned as he stole the breath from her lungs, her grip on his groin tightening. He ran a hand through her hair, cradling the back of her head. He nibbled and sucked on her lower lip, drawing it between his teeth. She made a soft, mewling sound, her lips pressing against his, then pulled back, gasping for air.

"Chase!" she said again, breathless. "Y-you're such a..."

He silenced her with another kiss. He loved this side of her, the moment she realized she wasn't in control. How her confidence melted away, replaced by her need for affection. Affection he was all too happy to give.

Their tongues curled and twisted, mixing their saliva and the taste of each other. Chase pulled her closer, and Evelyn's legs came up, crossing around his waist. She moaned into his mouth, her arms locking behind his neck. He smoothed her hair back as she slid fully into his lap, and his other hand slipped down her back, tracing her spine down to her ass.

His fingers traced the waistband of her shorts, and her stomach twitched, her breath hitching. She moaned as he moved his hands over her ass, massaging and squeezing. He felt no line or seam beneath the thin fabric of her dolphin shorts, just her smooth, toned flesh.

He broke the kiss, a thin strand of saliva connecting their lips. "No panties, Ev?"

She flushed and looked away. "I was, um, just getting out of the shower, remember?"

He shrugged and squeezed her ass, eliciting a gasp from her. "So?"

She shuddered and ground her hips against him, her arms tightening. "J-just shut up and kiss me, okay?"

He grinned and kissed her again, but it wasn't enough. The bulge in his pants strained at his jeans, rising to fill the gap between her slender legs. Evelyn shuddered as he pressed it against her crotch, the heat radiating through their clothing.

Her breath came quicker, and she pushed her hips forward, her weight coming down on him. She rocked her hips, grinding her crotch against his, and let out a sultry moan as the thick lump of rough jeans rubbed her through her shorts.

Evelyn's mewls eroded just a bit more of his self-control, and Chase found his hands moving on their own accord, dipping beneath the waistband of her shorts. Her ass was everything he imagined, firm and round and perfectly sized to fit in his palms. She gasped and bit her lip, her body going stiff as he groped her roughly, squeezing in time with her rocking.

As he explored her curves, she pushed her hands under his shirt, sliding them up his toned stomach. Chase had always maintained an absurdly high level of physical fitness, and she seemed fascinated with his hardened muscles, playing over and tracing them with her slender fingers.

They kissed again, hungry for each other, and he let his hands wander a little lower, finding the crease between her cheeks. She stiffened, mouth parting in a silent gasp, as his index finger found a slight depression. He began to rub softly, and Evelyn shuddered as the ridges of his fingerprint caught across the delicate wrinkles of her anus.

"N-not there!" she gasped, her hands gripping his biceps.

He grinned, enjoying the sight of her flustered expression, her eyes lidded and her face burning with her blush. He let himself indulge a little more, pressing against her anus until it started to separate, sucking in the ball of his fingertip.

Evelyn stiffened, her eyes going wide, and he quickly withdrew. No need to push things too far. Not yet, at least. There would be time enough for that later.

"So, Ev, if not there, then where?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.

She flushed red and bit her lip, refusing to meet his eyes.

"Ev? What was it you wanted me to do?"

Her jaw clenched, and a look of annoyance crossed her face. Be faced her without flinching, letting a small, teasing smile play across his lips. It had the desired effect, and she broke eye contact first, staring down at his chest. Her lips parted in a mumble, and he strained to hear her.

"Sorry, what was that?" he asked, leaning closer.

She scowled, and her nails dug into his biceps. "Down there! I want you to touch me down there, okay?"

He wasn't usually like this, teasing her. But she was always so haughty and dismissive, so seeing her like this, flustered and blushing, was something special. It gave rise to a unique feeling in him that was strangely addicting. He wanted to see her moan, to quiver in his hands, and call out his name.

It was a feeling he could get used to.

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Chase groped Evelyn's ass a second longer, making her squirm impatiently before he finally left her shorts. She was flushed red with desire and embarrassment, still upset about being made to ask for him to touch her, but not quite angry.

Evelyn squeaked as his grip tightened, and he suddenly lifted her up, pulling her free of their embrace and spinning her around. She settled back into his lap, her knees hooked around the outside of his thighs and her back against his chest. The weighty mass of his bulge was wedged between her legs, forcing her ass cheeks apart.

"C-Chase," she whispered, squirming as his hand settled on her stomach. "W-what are you doing?"

"What you asked me, dear sister," he replied, and pressed his lips against her neck.

Her eyes widened, and her mouth parted in a soft moan as he trailed kisses up the length of her throat. He let one hand rest on the exposed skin of her stomach while the other slipped under her tank top, his fingers trailing up her stomach. Her skin was soft and warm, and the muscles in her belly tightened and flexed at his touch.

As his hand brushed the underside of her breast, Evelyn shuddered, and a small moan escaped her lips. He took that as encouragement and continued his gentle caress, pushing a finger beneath her breast and tracing the crease between it and her chest.

After his finger circled up into her cleavage, Chase cupped her breast, hefting the weight in his hand. He'd rubbed her through her blouse in the movie theatre, but the sensations of her skin were much clearer, and her reactions were all the more vivid. He squeezed gently, massaging her tit in his hand, and her breath caught, a soft whimper escaping her lips.

His fingers curled and found the hard nub of her nipple, rubbing gently across the sensitive tip. As he spun the erect nub between his finger and thumb, she squirmed and bit her lip, her breath turning quick and ragged. He continued, teasing and rubbing, and the soft whimpers from her lips turned to low moans.

After a while, he crept across her stomach with his other hand, sliding under the elastic of her shorts. Evelyn stiffened at that, her thighs trembling as he traced down the length of her crotch. He was startled to find she wore no panties, and even more that her skin was impossibly soft and smooth, without the slightest hint of stubble against his probing fingertips.

"Y-you're not going to do anything weird, are you?" she whispered, her voice strained.

Chase paused at that, his index finger just shy of the apex of her slit. Despite her words, she practically shivered with need, straining to hold herself back from thrusting her hips into his hand.

He leaned down and pressed his lips against her ear, and she shuddered. "Like what?"

She whimpered and bit her lip. "You know, like...touch me there."

His lips curled in a smirk, and he slowly slid his finger lower, tracing over the cleft of her vulva, testing for weakness. Her lips were tightly sealed, but rapidly moistened at his touch, growing slick and wet. He pressed his fingers into her flesh on either side of her slit and slowly spread them apart, teasing her open.

Her body went rigid, and she let slip a tiny squeak. "H-hey, I said not to—ahhh!"

Her protests ended in a long, shuddering moan as he slid his thumb over her exposed clit, rubbing softly. She squirmed, trying to close her thighs around his hand, but he spread his legs wider, preventing her from moving. She was trapped, his hand between her legs and his other beneath her tank top, holding her against him.

Chase kissed her neck and slowly drew his middle finger up the length of her pussy, tracing the crease of her labia. She was already wet and hot, her sex swollen and begging for his touch. He gently pinched her clit between his thumb and forefinger and was rewarded with a high-pitched gasp and a full-body shudder. He was tempted to pull down her shorts and uncover her, but the hidden nature of the act made it all the more erotic.

As his middle finger traced her pussy, her breath hitched, and a low moan escaped her lips. A trickle of liquid heat oozed out from her slit, coating his finger. He rubbed the fluid across her, then began to explore, prodding and searching for the opening of her vagina.

As he did, he continued to roll her clit back and forth with his thumb, teasing her nipples the entire time, and soon, she was panting and moaning, her thighs spread and her head lolling against his shoulder. She was incredibly sensitive, her pussy twitching and contracting with each gentle touch.

With her distracted, Chase shifted his hand and found what he was looking for. He pushed a little harder, and her body reacted instinctively, spreading open and granting his finger entry to her vagina. She was incredibly tight, but her arousal made the penetration easy, her pussy practically sucking him in.

Evelyn stiffened as he began to push in deeper, her breath catching. "Wait, stop! You can't put it in th—nnnghh!"

He ignored her, slowly sinking his index finger into her passage. Her walls constricted around the single digit, pulsing with her heartbeat, sucking him into his knuckle. A deep, shuddering groan escaped her lips as he began to pull his finger back out, slowly withdrawing until only the tip remained. His thumb moved away from her clit, giving her a moment to breathe, and the tension eased from her body. But just as she relaxed, he pushed back inside her, sinking in until his finger was buried to the knuckle.

Evelyn stiffened again, a low moan escaping her lips, and he began to move his finger, hooking and thrusting in and out. He worked a steady rhythm, alternating his pace to keep her toes curled with pleasure. As his pace quickened, so did her breathing, her hips beginning to shift in time with his thrusts.

He pressed his lips against her neck, her pulse fluttering against his lips, and she leaned back into him, her head resting on his shoulder. Her pussy grew tight, cramping around his finger as he brought his thumb back to her clit, swirling the sensitive bud. Evelyn squirmed in his lap, grinding her ass against his bulging cock, letting out small mewling moans every time his finger dug inside her.

After a few minutes of stimulation, a long, violent shudder passed through her. Evelyn's eyes rolled up, and her back arched, a long, sultry moan escaping through her parted lips. Chase drove his finger up to his knuckle as her pussy spasmed and contracted, giving it something to clamp down around. A thick, gooey stream of her nectar gushed out around his digit and spilled down his hand.

Evelyn shuddered, tight as a bowstring, throughout her entire orgasm. When it finally ended, she slumped against him, panting heavily. Chase smiled, pressing his lips against her hair and stroking her damp forehead.

She squirmed at the affection, but made no move to escape. Instead, her breathing slowed, and her eyelids fluttered, the post-orgasm fatigue dragging her into a drowsy haze. Just as her eyes were about to close, Chase slipped his finger with a wet squelch, causing her to moan. He raised his hand, examining the glossy coat of her arousal clinging to his finger, then slowly brought it to his mouth, licking. Her juices were thick and tangy, yet sweet. Addicting even.

"H-hey," she murmured, a faint blush tinting her cheeks. "That's dirty..." But she didn't make any moves to stop him. He took that as permission and finished cleaning off his hand, savoring her taste.

Chase wrapped his arms around her, holding her close. She didn't say anything, her chest rising and falling in a slow, even rhythm. His erection still throbbed between her legs, and a part of him wanted to continue, but he suppressed the urge. She was tired and vulnerable, already overwhelmed by their passion. That was confirmed a moment later when her head suddenly lolled against his shoulder, and her breathing lapsed long and deep.

"Asleep?" He murmured, shifting to cradle her better. She mumbled something incomprehensible, a content smile crossing her lips.

He sighed and stood, picking her up princess-style. She was surprisingly light, though he'd already known that from when she sat in his lap. Evelyn shifted as he headed for the stairs, snuggling against his chest.

"Mmm, I love you, Chase." She muttered, her voice muffled by his shirt. "I'm glad I was born your twin."

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The following morning found Chase in the kitchen, humming as he threw together breakfast. It was simple, if good. Scrambled eggs, toast, sausage, and some orange juice he found in the fridge. Not expired...probably.

He glanced up at the ceiling as the shower turned on, a faint smile crossing his face. Despite everything he'd done to Evelyn last night, he'd been a little too bashful to help her get changed when he laid her to bed, leaving her dressed in her clothes damp with sweat and her own fluids. Not that she seemed to mind, especially considering the dreamy, content smile she'd fallen asleep with. But now, the morning after, she had to contend with being sweaty and sticky along with whatever she was feeling about their activity the night before.

After a few minutes, just as he was setting the table, the shower switched off. A short time later, Evelyn appeared, her long, golden hair loose about her shoulders. Despite having just showered, she seemed bleary-eyed and tired, staring at the table for a solid second before noticing food was waiting for her.

"Good morning," he said cheerfully as she slid into her seat.

"Yeah, I guess," she muttered, stifling a yawn.

His eyes fell to her clothes, and his smile faltered. She wore only an oversized white T-shirt— his T-shirt. It was baggy on her but tight across the chest, and the hem barely reached mid-thigh. He sighed and rubbed his forehead. What was this, the second time in just as many weeks?

Her eyes followed his gaze, and she stiffened, a deep blush spreading across her cheeks. "W-what? It's hot, and none of my clothes are clean."

"So you took mine?" he asked, rubbing his forehead.

She sniffed and pointedly ignored him, starting to pick at her food. With every bite, her expression slowly brightened until she was practically glowing. "This is really good. How come you never make this stuff?" She paused as she caught him watching, a dark blush spreading over her cheeks. "Uh, aren't you going to eat too?"

Chase chuckled, shaking his head and taking a bite. "I make this kind of thing every morning, you know."

"Oh."

They ate in silence, enjoying their meal. When they finished, Chase cleared the plates and washed the dishes. But when he was done, Evelyn was still sitting at the table, a slight flush across her face. He leaned back against the counter, his arms crossed over his chest and raised an eyebrow.

"Yes?" He prompted. "Need something?"

It was Saturday, meaning they had another full day before their parents returned. Saturday was also the day she went out with her friends, so he had a pretty good idea of what she wanted, but it was more fun watching her squirm.

Evelyn bit her lip, chewing on it gently as she considered her words. Finally, she sighed and slumped forward, her elbows resting on the table. "I, uh, was planning on going shopping today, but none of my friends are around. They're all busy with family and stuff."

"Oh, that's too bad," he said, settling into the chair across from her. She looked up hopefully, but he just watched her, smiling faintly, expectant.

She glared at him. "Yeah, so, uh, you know..." Her cheeks reddened as she fumbled over her words, and she turned away, refusing to meet his eyes. "Just come with me, alright?"

Chase shrugged. He didn't have anything better to do. "Sure. But on one condition." Evelyn glanced up, wary. "You have to wear some of your own clothes. I can't go around with my sister wearing only my shirt."

She blushed and nodded, picking at the hem of the garment. "Alright, fine. But only because I'd never get caught dead wearing something so drab as this."

He just rolled his eyes, holding his tongue. There were a thousand remarks he could make at that, but her blush was a lot cuter than the glare she'd give him if he tried to argue. 

A couple of hours later, Chase found himself sitting in a small café, sipping an iced coffee. Evelyn had dragged him all over the mall, from clothing shops to accessory stalls. By now, his arms were loaded with bags, far more than any one girl should need for a year, much less a single week.

Even so, he had to admit spending the day with his sister wasn't all bad. Throughout it all, they'd talked more than ever before. Sure, Evelyn was dismissive and occasionally sharp, but there was an easiness between them, a comfort he hadn't felt in years.

"Hey, you listening to me?" Evelyn asked, leaning across the table to glare at him. She was wearing a beautiful white sundress, but the neckline was rather low, and the new pose left the dark crevasse of her cleavage exposed.

"H-Hey, stop that!" she said, blushing as she noticed his wandering eye. She quickly pulled back and crossed her arms over her chest, biting her lip as she looked away. "Jerk."

He just chuckled, watching as her expression softened, then her eyes widened, a spark of mischief flitting through them. Before he could react, she reached across the table, grabbed his cup of iced coffee, and took a long sip.

"Oh, grow up, Evelyn," he said, rolling his eyes.

She stuck her tongue out at him. "If you're going to ogle me, the least you can do is offer me your drink."

He sighed, unable to suppress a smile. "I already bought you one. It's not my fault you finished it."

"Now I've finished two. Now come one, let's get back to it!" she said, bouncing to her feet. She twirled as she danced away from the table, causing her skirt to rise about her waist. He caught a flash of white between her thighs and groaned, rubbing his forehead. She was doing that on purpose. She had to be.

Chase shook his head, trying to push those thoughts out of his mind. "Come on, Ev, don't you think we've spent enough money today?" he asked, grabbing the bags and following her.

She snorted, leading him toward the shoe shop. "As if. Let's hit the shoe store, then that boutique at the end. Then maybe."

He hadn't believed it possible, but it seemed shopping really was Evelyn's favorite pastime. He thought for sure she just wanted to hang out with her friends or maybe get away from home, but that clearly wasn't the case. Even more, her taste wasn't half bad, though her selections were a bit tight and revealing for his liking.

But how bad could shoe shopping be? He didn’t recognize the small outlet they went to or the names of any of the brands of footwear. He’d never much cared for anything beyond his immediate shoe needs, much less the hundred-dollar addition to the price tag classy shoes merited.

Evelyn walked right past the rows of dress and party shoes, to a small aisle in the back. He blinked in surprise, reaching out to touch one of the display pieces.

“Slippers?” he asked skeptically.

“Yeah, obviously. It’s literally autumn next week, remember?”

“Oh, right,” he said, inwardly rolling her eyes. Last he checked, she’d had a perfectly good pair of slippers last year. How could he forget when she left them everywhere? Something about her feet getting too cold, then too hot. 

After some debate, Evelyn settled on a rather conservative pair of slippers lined with down, a light pink color, of course. He half expected her to try and convince him to put them on her or something, but she showed no sign of teasing him even after they paid and walked out of the store. It was a rare but welcome surprise. 

But as they slipped out into the large hallway of the mall, Chase paused, a shiver running down his back. His heart rate accelerated, his muscles tensed, and the sudden spike of adrenaline made his fingers numb. It was an instinctual reaction, one he couldn’t ignore: the feeling of being watched.

His martial arts training was about far more than physical combat, and it had honed his awareness to an intuitive level. He knew better than to dismiss it but also knew reckless action would ruin any chance he got at catching their observer. So, as they turned the corner, he let his head shift just a little more than normal, raking his eyes over the store behind them

For a brief second, he caught sight of an older man with short, graying hair and a faded scar across his cheek. The man was coincidentally positioned to view their exit from between two aisles and didn’t seem to be paying particularly close attention to the shoes. Their eyes met, and the other's narrowed, a flicker of surprise passing across his features. 

Who the hell was that supposed to be?

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Chase let his eyes rove past naturally, refusing to linger on the man and give himself away. Not that he needed to, though, as It didn't take more than that single glance to memorize the man's face. His memory wasn't perfect, but it was pretty damn close.

"Hey, hurry up already," Evelyn snapped, as carefree as always.

He apologized quickly and caught up to her, refusing to turn around again. That man could have been simply another customer of the shop or just a random passerby, but his instincts told him otherwise. There was no need to double-check or react at all; doing so would just indicate he'd noticed their tail. And that would ruin his chances to learn something more.

Chase took a deep breath, forcing himself to relax. His body was still, but his mind worked at a frantic pace, analyzing the situation and coming up with the most reasonable explanation. They weren't important enough to have a stalker or anyone that would want to follow them. They were just regular high school students, right?

"Hey, just come on already. No need to look so tense, it's just shopping," Evelyn said, snatching his hand and dragging him forward.

She led them to another boutique, this one a small, upscale shop. Evelyn's eyes lit up as she saw the display window, and she immediately pulled him inside, chattering on about whatever new fashion she was interested in. He was only half listening though, keeping an anxious eye out behind them.

They'd made three full circles around the store when Evelyn finally selected a blouse and a skirt. She disappeared into the dressing booth, the curtain fluttering closed behind her. Chase sighed, leaning up against the wall, keeping an eye on both the entrance and changing stall.

Sure enough, just a few seconds later, the man entered the shop. He went right to the old-styled coats on the wall, seemingly absorbed in examining them. The soft yellow light of the fluorescent lights overhead made his scar all but invisible, but Chase never forgot a face.

He stiffened as the man started to turn, subtly sweeping over the shop, eyes flitting to the faces of the patrons. Chase glanced at the changing stall, edging closer to it. He had to hide. He couldn't risk being spotted, not when the stakes were still unknown.

Without thinking, he swept the curtain aside and dove into the changing room. Evelyn let out a squeak and spun, covering her chest with her arms. "C-Chase? What are you—mnghh!"

He covered her mouth with his hand and settled the curtain with the other, peering out through the small slit in the divider. The man's eyes reached them a second later and passed by without stopping. After another few tense moments, he left the store.

Chase let out a small breath of relief and let his body relax. He turned to face Evelyn, saying, "Sorry, I just....oh."

He trailed off mid-apology as he found Evelyn frozen in shock, her eyes wide and face crimson. The changing booth was small, and he'd ended up pressing her to the wall, hand still covering her mouth. It was at that moment he realized she was wearing only a white lace bra and matching panties, both so sheer the color was tainted by the flush of her skin.

His throat went dry, his mouth opening, but no words came out, his mind suddenly blank. Evelyn squirmed beneath him, and his eyes met hers. For a long moment, neither moved. Then, she slowly laid a hand on his, pulling it from her face. The soft warmth of her lips lingered on his palm, a tingle that spread up his arm and down to his groin, making his cock twitch and throb as it hardened and rose to the occasion.

"Ev, I'm--"

Without any sort of warning, she grabbed the front of his shirt and pulled him down, rising on her tip-toes to kiss him. He gasped in surprise, and her tongue darted in the gap, curling around his. She moaned into his mouth, her free hand sliding up his arm to rest on his shoulder, her nails digging into his flesh through his shirt. She tasted sweet, completely irresistible, and Chase felt his self-control evaporate.

Evelyn's eyes widened as he suddenly leaned forward, hand cradling the back of her head, drawing her deeper into the kiss. As he pressed her firmly against the wall, his leg slid between her thighs, pushing them apart and grinding against her crotch. He slid a hand up her side and palmed her breast, groping it through her bra. A muffled squeak escaped her lips as he brushed his thumb over her nipple, and her nails dug into his shoulder.

The pain was sharp, sending an icy cold chill driving through his lust-fogged mind, and he stiffened, breaking away. Evelyn's eyes were lidded, and a deep flush had spread across her cheeks, her chest rising and falling as she struggled to catch her breath after their kiss. She licked her lips, her eyes trailing down to his groin, where the bulge of his erection was clearly visible. She swallowed hard, a flicker of uncertainty flashing through her eyes before they hardened, and she reached for his pants.

He caught her wrist, shaking his head. "Ev...we can't. Not here, not now," he said in a strained voice. 

Her proximity and arousal were making it hard to think straight, much less exhibit any sort of discipline. Every instinct begged him to push her against the wall and kiss her until her toes curled, to let her hand fall on his groin and--

No, he was getting caught in fantasies again. With a groan, he pulled back, giving her space and a chance to breathe. She stared at him, her eyes wide and bewildered, a flicker of hurt in her expression. Slowly, as the lust faded from her eyes and regained her senses, a crimson blush stole across her face, and she turned away sharply.

"I-it's not like I wanted to!" she snapped, her voice shaky, her words not quite convincing. "You're just a jerk who barged in on me, that's all. Like, what kind of brother does that, anyway?"

Despite the tension and his battling emotions, Chase couldn't resist a slight, bemused smile. "You're right; I don’t know what came over me."

He subtly parted the curtains with one hand, peeking through them. The store was clear, and no one was watching.

“Is that right? You just couldn’t wait to see my outfit?” she asked, raising an eyebrow. Her tone was a little sharper than when she normally teased him. This must have really shaken her up.

He nodded, not meeting her gaze. It would have been easy to explain what was going on, but the last thing he needed was her freaking out about some stalker or whatever the scarred man was. 

He forced a little pep in his voice and said, backing away, "I'll leave you to your business, then, dear sister."

He gave her a wink and slipped out, closing the curtains behind him. There was a brief moment of silence, followed by a long exhale of relief and a mumbled complaint. The sound of clothes being pulled on followed, and a minute later, she was done. She stepped out of the changing booth, her arms filled with the clothing she'd tried on, and marched to the checkout desk, hardly sparing him a glance.

After the clothes were paid for, he snatched the bags from her hands and led the way out of the store. He let his eyes rove over the spacious hallways of the mall, searching for any sign of the scarred man. When he found none, he let out a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding.

He glanced back at Evelyn and found her watching him curiously, seeming on the edge of saying something. But the moment their eyes met, she looked away, cheeks flushing again.

"Come on, let's head home. It's getting late," he said, beginning to push into the throng of shoppers.

"Sure," she said with a shrug. "The moods kind of ruined, anyway."

He cringed at that. "Sorry. I don't know what came over me to–"

"It's fine," she all but snapped.

After a few minutes of silence, as they approached the exit, she spoke up again, sounding soft and hesitant. “Can we, um, watch a movie tonight?”

He glanced at her, an eyebrow raised. “Uh, sure. At home or a theatre?”

“That depends. Are you buying dinner after?”

He chuckled, shaking his head wryly. “Sure.”

“Good,” she said with a firm nod. “That’ll make up for the boutique.” 

As they passed through the exit, heading for the car, Evelyn slipped her arm into his, leaning her head on his shoulder as they walked. He glanced down at her, surprised, and she looked away, blushing even darker. "I'm tired, okay?"

He just shook his head, shifting the bags all over to his other arm. If that were the case, she wouldn’t have wanted to stay out on the town longer. But before he could protest, he stiffened, a thought crossing his mind. Shopping, a movie, and dinner. Wasn’t that a date?

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Evelyn was humming when they returned late that night, practically skipping through the front door. Chase followed behind, slightly more subdued. The date, as Chase now thought of it, had gone rather well. They’d both behaved themselves through an entire movie and had a nice dinner with barely a sarcastic remark. Evelyn had held his hand the entire night, too, her fingers laced through his, and the warmth still lingered.

Chase closed the door behind them, and Evelyn twirled, letting out a happy sigh. He raised an eyebrow, watching her warily.

“What’s gotten into you?” he asked, bemused by her behavior.

She turned her hands on her hips. “Nothing. Can’t a girl be in a good mood without it being weird?”

He rolled his eyes. “Yeah, a normal girl maybe.”

She stuck her tongue out at him. He snorted and started to walk past her when he suddenly stopped. He glanced back toward the living room, frowning. “Hey, didn’t you leave the TV on this morning?” he asked, nodding to the screen.

“Huh? Oh, yeah, I guess so,” Evelyn replied, shrugging and following his gaze. “So?”

A small creak groaned through the house from upstairs, so quiet it could have been simply the foundation shifting. Chase tensed, slowly turning to face the stairs. He reached out and grabbed Evelyn by the wrist, and pulled her behind him.

"I think someone is here," he said softly, his tone low. She opened her mouth to speak, but he shook his head, cutting her off. "They probably know we're home by now, too."

Her eyes widened, and she swallowed hard, nodding. He started for the front door when he heard another small sound, a whisper of cloth against the stairwell wall.

He froze, then pushed Evelyn away, saying, "Hide in the kitchen and call the cops."

"What about you?" she asked, gripping at his sleeve as he tried to pull away. He looked back, face softening as she stared at him with wide, worried eyes. He'd never seen this side of her before, not even when the football players had cornered her.

Chase sighed, peeling her hand from his sleeve and squeezing it. "I'll be fine. Go, okay? Hurry, and be quiet." When she hesitated, he added, "I need you to be brave, Ev, alright?:"

She bit her lower lip, then nodded, pulling away. She gave him one last lingering look, then hurried toward the kitchen, her footsteps silent. Chase took a deep breath, then turned back toward the stairs. He pressed up against the wall, silently stalking forward. If they had a gun, this was the only way he would be able to approach without putting himself in the line of fire.

A shadow fell across the floor, a figure emerging from the stairs. Chase peered around the corner, his eyes locking with a bald, broad-shouldered man in his late twenties. Somethign in his left hand glinted in the dim light, but Chase didn't give him time to raise it. He burst from the cover of the wall, closing the distance between them with a single stride.

"Wha—?" the man exclaimed, stumbling back in surprise.

His hand jerked up, but Chase planted his foot against his wrist, stamping it against the wall. The man screamed, and whatever he'd been holding clattered to the ground. Chase didn't bother checking it and launched his fist forward, landing a punch in his stomach.

The man gasped, doubling over and stumbling back. Chase followed up and swept his legs out beneath him before planting a vicious heel strike on the man's chest, sending him crashing to the ground. The man's head cracked against the corner of the stairs, and he stilled, knocked unconscious. His hand slipped out of his ratted jacket, holding a curved knife in limp fingers.

A cold drop of sweat trickled down Chase's back as he stared at the knife. He hadn't even seen the man go for it.

He shook himself and planted another kick on the side of the man's head for good measure. Then, his body still trembling with adrenaline, he looked to the other item the man dropped. A pistol.

"Ev," he called, voice tight with panic. "Get over here!"

She came out of the kitchen, pale and trembling. "Is everything, alright?" she asked softly. "I was just about to call the cops when I heard the noise, then—eek! Is he dead?" she asked, spotting the man's crumbled figure on the floor and recoiling in horror. "Did you kill him? Holy shit, Chase, what the fuck is going on!"

He shook his head. "Not now, okay? Please, just trust me. He's not dead, and we need to get out of here. There's at least one other person looking for us and probably more, if whoever sent them is smart. We need to move, Ev, okay?" She just nodded, still staring at the man in shock. Chase grabbed the gun and stuffed it into his jacket, then snatched her hand and started for the door.

He cracked the door and squinted, blinking rapidly to adjust his eyes to the dark. Upon seeing their neighborhood was empty, he pulled Evelyn forward and started toward the car, keeping his body between her and the street. It wouldn't be much protection if they were attacked, but it was better than nothing, and the small comfort of it kept Evelyn from completely freezing up in panic.

As they made it to the car, Chase glanced through the back window, ensuring it was empty before pushing her into the passenger seat. He ran around and practically dove inside, starting the engine and peeling away.

"Ev, call dad."

She nodded, her breath quick and erratic, fingers trembling as she struggled to find his contact. Chase wasn't sure why, but he felt certain their father knew what was going on. His comments before had been too cryptic and vague to not mean something.

Finally, she tapped the call button. It rang once, twice, three times, then their dad picked up. "Evelyn, you know how I feel about you trying to contact me on business trips." His voice was harsh, and there was the loud sound of wind blowing in the background, but he didn't sound angry, just strained and tired.

"Dad!" she exclaimed, her tone laced with panic. "Something happened! There was a guy at our house, and he had a knife, and Chase knocked him out, and now we're running away, and—" she broke into a sob, her words devolving into an incoherent mess.

Chase snatched the phone and put it to his ear as their dad started to talk, his tone cold and sharp with concern. "Evelyn? Evelyn, calm down, sweetheart. I need you to tell me what happened. Evelyn? Evelyn, are you there?"

"It's me," Chase said simply.

"Oh, thank God. Is Evelyn okay? What's going on?"

Chase's hands tightened on the wheel as he took the highway onramp, weaving through traffic, driving as fast as he felt was safe. "I took her out shopping today, and we were followed by a man I didn't recognize. He had a scar on his face and short gray hair, and he was wearing a suit. I managed to shake him, but when we returned home, we found someone else waiting in the house. He was waiting upstairs, likely in Evelyn's room, but came down when we didn't come up. He had a pistol and knife, and I left him unconscious."

There was a moment of silence as their father processed his words. Then, he said, "Where are you now? Are you still at the house?" He sounded like he wanted to say something else, but his voice was calm, and the background noise had died down.

"We're in my car. I got us away as soon as possible." Chase paused, his jaw tightening. "What the hell is going on, Dad? Why is someone after us?"

His father hesitated, then sighed. "I'm afraid there's not time for that now. You did well acting as you did. Now, listen to me very carefully. I want you to go to a hotel; any will do and lay low. Do not, under any circumstances, go anywhere else or attempt to return to your home. Use your gray debit card, or cash if you have it." There was another long pause. "You are both in danger here, but please look out for Evelyn. Protect her at all costs, understand?"

"Of course, it's what you trained me for, isn't it?" Chase asked his tone a bit more resentful than he anticipated.

"yes, that's right. I'll contact you when I can."

Chase glanced at the phone, surprised to find their dad had already hung up. With a sigh, he tossed it back to Evelyn. She sat with her feet on the seat, hugging her legs to her chest. She stared at the windshield, her eyes wide and distant. As the phone landed on her leg, she jumped, letting out a squeak of surprise.

"W-what did he say?" she asked, looking at him anxiously. Her voice trembled, but her eyes were clear and focused, if wide with fear. It seemed the shock was fading, replaced by a more reasonable level of anxiety.

"He said we're going to a hotel," he replied, giving her a slight smile. “Have a favorite?”

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Finding a hotel was easy enough. Getting a room was harder, as the receptionist asked a few too many questions about what two teenagers were doing booking a room so late at night. What had made it even more awkward was that Evelyn clung to his arm the entire time, occasionally shivering or glancing behind them, obviously nervous someone might see them. It didn't take much thought to see how that might be misunderstood.

Fortunately, the card he provided was attached to their father's name, and after he explained they were siblings, the woman let them go with nothing more than a disapproving look and a warning to call their parents to let them know where they were.

They took the elevator to the fourth floor. Chase wasted no time sweeping the hallway and locating the emergency fire exit before allowing them into the room. At his request, the receptionist had gotten them a small, two bedroom room with a single window in each, and the front door opened to a small living room with a couch and TV. There was a bathroom, too, and a closet, along with a microwave and mini-fridge.

Chase flipped the lights on and quickly did a lap, checking every nook and cranny for anything suspicious. Once satisfied, he returned to the front room gently took Evelyn's arm, guiding her in. She was trembling and refused to meet his gaze. Her eyes were wet and glistened with unshed tears, but she didn't cry. She just seemed numb, as though she was in shock, which wasn't too much of a surprise considering what had happened in the last hour or two.

"Let's get some rest," he said, leading her to the larger of the two bedrooms. "It's been a long night, and I think we could both use some sleep."

She nodded meekly, clutching the bags from their shoppin tightly in her hands. Through some stroke of good luck, she'd forgotten them in the car, giving her at at least a few changes of clothes. He'd bought a few things himself, mostly some jeans and a few shirts, but not much of it. The rest of their things had been left behind. Fortunately, they'd brought their wallets, phones, and the debit card, so they weren't completely destitute.

Once he was sure she was situated, he collected his few things and found the other room. He quickly changed and began sorting out his few belongings, finding himself one shirt short. He'd probably just missed it when he was going through the bags and--

There was a faint knock on the door. He'd left the door open and turned to find Evelyn watching him.

"Seems you found my shirt," he muttered.

Evelyn stood shyly in the doorway, wearing, as expected, his missing shirt. What he hadn't expected, however, was that she wore nothing else. It was intended to be something of an exercise shirt, the fabric tight fitting and stretchy. The result was that, even on her much smaller frame, it stretched over her breasts and clung to the smooth, toned curves of her waist. The hem barely clung to the bottom swell of her ass, leaving the soft skin of her thighs almost entirely exposed. Stretched as it was, the material was nearly sheer around her breasts and hips, allowing the soft white of her panties and the flush of her skin to shine through. Her hair was damp from her shower, tumbling in a shimmer cascade down her back.

"I, uh..." she trailed off, looking away. She fidgeted in the doorway, her eyes flicking to the ground, the walls, the bed, everywhere but him. "I was hoping, that maybe...you know...we could share yours? I don't want to be alone..."

His heart fluttered as she bit her lip, shyly tugging at the hem of her shirt. He swallowed hard, struggling to keep his expression calm and steady. He had to tell her no. It was a bad idea, and they both knew it.

Her shoulders slumped as she saw his expression harden, her eyes wet and pleading. His heart dropped as her lower lip quivered, and his resolve shattered into a thousand pieces. If it were any other day, any other situation, he might have said no. But this was different. After everything that had happened, he couldn't just leave her alone.

She turned to go, tears in her eyes, but he reached out and caught her hand.

"Ev, it's fine. YOu can--"

The breath left his lungs as she launched herself into his arms, burying her face in his chest, a muffled sob escaping her lips. He was stunned for a moment, but quickly recovered and wrapped his arms around her, holding her tight against him. He gently stroked the back of her head, smoothing her hair as she cried, literally trembling in his arms.

After a few minutes, the tears dried, and she pulled back, her face flushed and eyes red. She sniffled, wiping her cheeks dry, and looked up at him, her expression soft and vulnerable. His heart fluttered at the sight, and he was suddenly aware of how close she was, how soft her skin felt, and the warmth of her body against his.

Evelyn looked down, biting her lip and resting her forehead against her chest. "Th-thanks," she mumbled softly, blushing. "I don't mean to be a...I just...don't want to be alone." She trailed off, taking a shaky breath.

"Hey, it's fine. I understand." Chase said, brushing a tear from her cheek with his thumb. "I don't mind. Just... try not to be weird about it, okay?"

Her eyes widened and flicked to his, a small, shy smile spreading across her face. "R-right."

She slipped out of his arms, and he tried to ignore the twinge of disappointment he felt. She was still his sister, after all, and even if he was letting her stay in his room for the night, they had to be mindful of their relationship. A few kisses here and there, some cuddling, maybe even a bit of teasing and touching, but that was it.

She sat down on the bed, her eyes downcast. He frowned and joined her, his hand resting on hers. "Hey, you okay?" he asked, his voice soft.

She nodded quickly, looking away. "It's just... the thing I was most worried about this morning was how I'd have to share a house with you. And now we're sharing a hotel room because someone broke into our house and tried to kill us."

"Are you sure it wasn't how you could convince me to go shopping?"

She glared at him, blushing. "Oh, shut up. You know that's not what I meant. I just..." She sighed, shaking her head. "You know what? Forget it. I'm just tired. Let's get some sleep." She crawled up the bed and flopped down on a pillow, her back to him.

Chase watched her for a moment, then laid down next to her, careful to leave space between them. It took everything he had not to stare at the soft curves of her hips or where his shirt had up, baring the lower crescent of her ass. He closed his eyes and tried to ignore the fact that he could feel the warmth radiating off of her skin and smell the sweet scent of her shampoo.

As he struggled to sleep, he heard her breaths deepen, evening out into the long, slow rhythm of sleep. He sighed in relief, finally letting himself relax. He'd been half-convinced she'd forget the circumstances and try to seduce him, given her recent behavior.

He didn't think he'd have it in him to resist. The events of the last few hours had certainly been more than he was used to, but it was hard to forget the feeling of her lips or the warmth of her mouth.

At some point, his memories of her kisses faded into dreams, and he fell asleep.

Chase woke to the sound of soft whimpers, and a small, slender body curled up against his. His eyes opened, and it took him a moment to remember where he was. Evelyn had snuggled up against him in her sleep, curled in the crook of his body, her back to his. She'd somehow squirmed atop his arm, using it as a pillow.

Her entire body trembled, and her breathing was quick and erratic. Every few moments, she would let out a small, muffled whimper or sob. He frowned, brow furrowing in concern. A nightmare, probably.

Moving as much from instinct as any sort of plan, he gently rolled her closer, shifting her head so that it rested on his shoulder. With both arms free, he hugged her close, one hand resting on her stomach, the other on the back of her head.

"Shh," he murmured softly, kissing her forehead. "Everything will be okay, Ev. I promise."

Evelyn shivered in his arms, but slowly relaxed, snuggling deeper into his embrace. He smiled as her breathing slowed and deepened again, but didn't move, content to hold her and enjoy the warmth of her body. She fit so perfectly against him, her curves melding into the contours of his muscles.

It was only then that he stiffened, his eyes widening. He had been caressing her stomach, his fingers tracing small circles against the smooth skin of her belly. Not her shirt, but her skin. At some point in the night, her shirt had ridden up past her hips, exposing the soft fabric of her white panties. In the moment, he hadn't even noticed he'd slipped beneath the hem and was now tracing circles around her belly button.

His breath quickened as she shifted, instinctively arching her back as his touch sent titillations racing over her sleeping body. The movement pressed the swell of her ass back into him, causing his bulge to wedge firmly between her cheeks. He was already half hard, but the sensation of her soft flesh against him through the thin layer of her panties and his boxers was too much to ignore, and his cock quickly hardened and pulsed, swelling to its full size.

Chase froze, eyes wide in panic. He was suddenly, intimately aware of every inch of her body that was pressed against his, of the soft rise and fall of her chest, and of the steady, rhythmic beating of her heart. She shifted, and he held his breath as she let out a sleepy groan, but she quickly settled down, her body relaxing into his.

He tried several times to move, to put some space between them, but he was trapped. He couldn't move his arm, or he'd risk waking her. If she woke to find his cock pressed against her ass, there was no telling what she'd do. Even Evelyn couldn't pretend that wasn't crossing the line of their strange, developing relationship.

And so, more than a little helpless, he settled into his role as the big spoon and continued to hold her, breathing in the scents of her hair and gently caressing her body. It took every ounce of his willpower to hold back, to keep his hand on her stomach, and not explore further. He could easily push his hand a bit further down slip beneath her panties or glide up to the curve of her breasts. From the silky smoothness of her back against his chest, she wasn't wearing a bra.

Somehow, through discipline trained by years of meditation and exercise, he resisted. Evelyn was his sister and was in a fragile state, and even if she had teased him relentlessly, he refused to take advantage of her. The line of their relationship might be drawn in sand, but tonight was not the night to blur it.

That thought helped him finally fall asleep, lulled by her warmth and the softness of her body, the comforting press of her against him, and her quiet breaths. Regardless of what happened afterward, at least they were together.

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Chase didn't know how long he slept, but the sun was shining through the window when he woke. Evelyn was still curled up in his arms, though she was no longer facing away from him. Sometime in the night, she'd squirmed around so that they faced each other. Her head rested on his chest, her arm draped around his neck. One of her legs had laced between his, pressing his bulge between her hip and his stomach, his thigh flush against her groin.

He still had his arms around her, of course. One rested on her lower back, the tips of fingers nestled in the small gap between the waistband of her panties and the crevasse formed by the soft cheeks of her ass. His other arm had found its way up her back, slipping beneath her shirt, fingers spread over her upper back. Her breasts pressed against his chest, warm and soft through the thin, nearly sheer fabric of her borrowed shirt.

The entire situation was entirely unfair. He couldn't move, couldn't slip away without waking her. His body was already responding to her warmth, his heart beating faster and faster. He tried to keep from panicking, tried to focus on his breathing, to relax. It was no use. He was too tense, too aware of the fact that she could wake up at any moment, could feel the hardness of his erection, but that any attempt to disentangle himself would just lead to that faster.

It was a dilemma without an easy solution. Aside from his experience gained by playing with her a few times, he had no idea how to handle this kind of intimacy. Hell, he didn't even know how he actually felt about her. It was definitely more than one normally felt for a sister, but was it really love? Lust was obvious, and he certainly cared about her, but was that enough?

Evelyn groaned and shifted, interrupting his thoughts. She snuggled deeper into his arms, her breasts pressing into his chest. She let out a sigh, her warm breath tickling his bare skin. She stretched slightly, a subtle arch of her back and roll of her hips that caused her groin to grind against his thigh, her leg rubbing against his bulge.

"Chase?" she murmured sleepily, her eyes slowly fluttering open.

"Morning, sis," he replied, trying to sound normal. It was a challenge, especially with her face so close, her lips barely inches from his.

She yawned, blinking at him in the soft morning light. "I had the worst nightmare," she said, her voice low. "We went shopping and then some scary man was chasing us and--"

She froze, her eyes gaining a spark of awareness. "Oh shit, that was real, wasn't it. We almost died..."

It was the moment after that Chase was dreading. The moment when the haze of sleep faded and reality came crashing back down. When the warmth and comfort of his embrace became awkward and embarrassing, she stiffened, pulling away. She would hate him, he was sure. And she should.

But the moment never came. Evelyn's expression softened, a flicker of sadness crossing her features. She didn't move, didn't pull away, just stared up at him with her beautiful, green eyes.

"Y-you're close," she whispered, as though just realizing the intimate position they'd fallen asleep in. Her cheeks were already flushed from the warmth of the bed and the sun on her face, but her blush deepened, turning her skin a rosy shade of pink.

"Sorry," he muttered, gently trying to push her away.

To his surprise, she resisted, gripping him tighter, burying her head against his chest. "No," she said firmly, her voice barely audible. "Please... stay."

He didn't know how to respond. His mind screamed that this was wrong, but his body didn't care. He was painfully aware of the heat of her skin, of the gentle rise and fall of her chest, of the pressure of her leg against his bulge. He wanted her more than he'd ever wanted anything, and yet, when she was this vulnerable, how could he ever--

Her head rose with a suddenness that caught him completely by surprise, her lips brushing against his, forestalling his shocked gasp. The kiss was short, a mere peck, but the tenderness and passion behind it made his heart race and his skin tingle. She pulled back, her eyes wide, as though she couldn't believe what she'd just done.

"Ev..." he murmured, eyes clouded. "Please, not right now. I don't think I could--"

She cut him off, with another kiss, this one firmer, hungrier. Her tongue flickered out, teasing his lips, demanding entrance. He pursed his mouth in a firm line, but as her tongue traced his lower lip, his willpower melted like wax. He groaned, parting his lips, allowing her in. Their tongues danced, exploring each other, caressing and tasting, their saliva mixing. They kissed again and again until they were both breathless, gentle but firm.

When Evelyn finally pulled away, her lips were swollen and red, her eyes hazy with desire. "I...I need you," she said, leaning her head against his chest. "Please, just for a little. I want to forget what happened, forget everything. Just for a bit."

He swallowed hard, searching for any sign of his willful, stubborn sister in those beautiful green eyes. They were soft, pleading, desperate for comfort, but clear of tears. She knew what she was asking, what they would be giving up.

"Ev, please," he said softly. "You know I'd give you anything, but this is..."

"Please, Chase," she whispered, her voice cracking. "Just...just this once. Just for a little while, okay? I...I want to be safe in your arms. Please?"

Her words broke his heart. He nodded slowly, leaning down to press his lips to her forehead. "Alright, Ev. If this is what you want."

She didn't respond or even react, just resting in his arms, her head against his chest. He knew she could feel his heart pounding against his ribcage, and knew how much he wanted her. But she would make the first move. He would give her every chance to back out.

Clinging to that one principle when all others had failed, he continued to hold her, tenderly stroking her hair.

Finally, she looked up at him, her cheeks still flushed a bright pink, and smiled shyly. She reached up and cupped his face in her hand, gently caressing his cheeks with her thumbs.

"I love you," she whispered, closing her eyes and pressing her lips to his.

He responded in kind, kissing her back with equal tenderness, his tongue gently probing her mouth. They stayed like that for a long moment, sharing breaths, the soft warmth of their embrace growing into something deeper. He let his lower hand wander down the small of her back, sliding beneath the thin ribbon strap of her panties. She let out a quiet squeak as he cupped her bare ass, squirming in his grip.

Her hands slid from his face to the back of his neck and, never breaking their kiss, rolled atop him. She straddled his waist, her body flush against his from their groins to their mouths. Her breasts rolled up and down his chest with every ragged breath.

She broke their kiss, panting softly, and sat up. His bulge nestled perfectly between her ass cheeks, straining against his boxers in an attempt to reach her. Evelyn grasped the hem of her shirt and pulled it over her head, discarding it to the side. Her hair tumbled free in a cascade of gold, falling down her back.

Chase's breath caught in his throat at the sight of her. She was stunning, her pale skin glowing in the soft morning light. Her breasts were perky and round, just large enough to fill his hands but still firm enough to maintain their shape. Her nipples were small, pink, and velvety, pebbling as they were exposed to the morning air.

She blushed even darker at his appreciative gaze, instinctively raising an arm to cover herself. He reached up and took her by the wrist, gently guiding her arm back to her side, his eyes never leaving hers. She looked away, embarrassed and shy, biting her lower lip. Chase smiled and cupped her chin in his hand, forcing her to meet his gaze.

"You're beautiful, sis," he murmured, brushing her cheek with his thumb.

She shivered, her blush deepening. "R-really?" she asked, her voice trembling.

He answered with a smile. Words were cheap, as he well knew. After all, how often had she said she hated him? No, her eyes gave a much more truthful answer, one that set his soul on fire. He'd have to return the favor.

She gasped softly as his hands slid up her back, tracing her spine. When he found the ridge of her shoulder blade, he followed it around, beneath her arm, brushing the underside of her breasts. She arched her back, pressing herself into his palms, and he obliged, shifting from tracing circles to taking them in his hands, squeezing the mounds. Her skin depressed under his fingers, molding to his touch. It was electrifying.

She let out a quiet whimper as his thumbs flicked over her nipples. Sensing weakness, he repeated the action, rubbing the sensitive buds in small circles. They slowly swelled and hardened under his ministrations, bulging against the ball of his thumbs. Curious, he rolled them between his thumb and forefinger, pinching and lightly tugging.

"C-Chase!" Evelyn gasped, her voice high and breathy.

"Ah, sorry," he said quickly, and let go of her breasts entirely.

She grabbed his wrists, jerking his hands back to her chest. When he raised an eyebrow, giving her a playful squeeze, she blushed and averted her eyes.

"Just...gentle," she mumbled. "I'm a little sensitive, okay?"

“Gentle,” he repeated, pursing his lips. 

Just how gentle could he trust himself to be? Evelyn was just too beautiful, too sweet, too…innocent. Every man had a breaking point, and he feared he was very close to reaching his.

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“Alright, I’ll be gentle as I can,” Chase said, continuing to fondle her breasts. 

He eased up the pressure a bit, and Evelyn sighed and relaxed. Her eyes half-lidded as he gently kneaded her breasts and nipples. When he grew brave and started pinching her nipples again, she bit her lip and moaned, her breaths quickening. She squirmed at the lightest pressure, rubbing her hips back and forth across the tent of his boxers.

Chase watched her intently, memorizing every twitch and gasp he elicited from her. Her reactions were mesmerizing, from the soft whimpers and sighs to the way she fought herself, trying to keep some composure, to stop from leaning into his hands. She was weak and vulnerable, like putty in his hands. As he twisted her nipples, a little harder this time, her mouth opened in a silent gasp, her back arching even more, her eyes squeezing shut.

Suddenly, feeling a shift in the sensations of her groin grinding against his shaft, Chase glanced at her panties, and his breath caught. The thin, white fabric was drawn tight in a line between the cleft of her vulva, bunched together by the rhythmic grinding of her hips. Compromised as they were, the panties provided little protection against her growing arousal, resulting in a growing wet spot across his boxers.

A small, mischievous smile crept across his face. Slowly, he began to move his hips, difficult as that was lying down. He matched her rhythm, rolling his hips up as hers came down, then pulling back as she did. Evelyn didn't seem to notice, too focused on the sensations of her body, but he made sure to intensify his assault on her breasts, squeezing her nipples and tugging, making her gasp and moan.

Evelyn tensed, micro shivers coursing through her body. She took a shallow breath, every muscle tensing in preparation for something. As she hovered on the edge, her eyes fluttered open, following his gaze downward.

"Oh god," she whispered, her face flushing a deep scarlet. She tried to squirm away, to pull her hips back, but he tightened his grip on her breasts, threatening her with a sharp pinch. Her eyes widened in panic, and she shook her head. "No, wait, Chase, I--"

He ignored her, bucking his hips up into her groin. Evelyn let out a squeak of surprise, then moaned as the friction of her panties finally overwhelmed her. She let out a sharp cry, her eyes snapping open. She shuddered and shook, a strangled whimper escaping her throat as her hips jerked. The fabric between her legs darkened, and his boxers grew damp, her arousal soaking through both layers of fabric. The smell of her musk filled the room, sharp and sweet.

Chase sat up quickly, letting her breasts go to catch her in his arms. He held her head to his chest and gently stroked her back, helping her ride it out.

"Shhh," he murmured into her ear, gently running his fingers through her hair.

She buried her face in his chest, clinging to him, her nails digging into his back. Her hips rocked back and forth, grinding against his erection in small, desperate jerks.

"You jerk," she whispered, hiding her face against his chest, gripping his shirt tightly.

He laughed quietly and kissed the top of her head. "Sorry. I just couldn't resist." He wrapped one arm around her back, pulling her close, and the other found her ass. She squeaked in protest as he tugged on her panties, pulling the fabric tight. "I've never seen you this cute before, you know."

"Shut up," she mumbled, smacking him on the chest.

He laughed and pulled on her panties harder, eliciting another gasp. "These are definitely ruined now. You gonna take them off, or do I need to tear them off for you?"

She didn't respond, instead choosing to glare at him.

"Suit yourself."

He grunted softly, hefting her in his arms. She squeaked, eyes widening with fright as he effortlessly lifted her off his lap. Her legs tightened around his waist, heels pressing into his lower back, but none of her struggling made a difference against his strength. It did, however, make removing her panties impossible, so he just gave a sharp tug, snapping the thin ribbon straps, and tossed them on the floor.

She squirmed, her face flushed as he half stood, using his free hand to pull his boxers down. His cock sprang free, the shaft rigid and throbbing, the head a deep red. He knew she couldn't see it from the angle she was in, but he could feel her breath quicken against his neck as he settled back on the bed, easing her into his lap. His penis rose into the cleft of her ass, rubbing against her slit and anus. The head emerged from between her cheeks, pressing against the small of her back.

"It's big, isn't it?" she whispered hoarsely.

He nodded silently, not trusting his voice to hold steady.

She nodded back, taking a deep breath, and wrapped her arms around his neck. She pulled her legs from around his waist, letting him guide them to the outside of his, then leaned forward and kissed him, hard. He could feel her pussy, smooth and hairless, grinding against the base of his cock, and drops of arousal dribbling down his pelvis.

"Please," she whispered, her lips hovering over his. "Please, Chase. I...I want you to take me."

"You're just scared and alone," he said, rubbing her ass. "If we do this..."

"I don't care," she said, her voice trembling. "I need you, Chase. Just you. Please, I want to be close to you. I want to forget, even if it's just for a little."

"And what about tomorrow?"

Evelyn hesitated, looking away. Her eyes flickered back and forth, a flash of her usual stubbornness and fire returning. She leaned forward and kissed him, her tongue sliding between his lips. Her hips moved up and down, spreading her labia around the length of his shaft.

"Fuck tomorrow," she whispered. "I need this, Chase. Please. I love you."

The words were electrifying. Chase's eyes widened, his heart pounding in his chest. He'd known, of course, in the way a brother knows his sister. But hearing the words, hearing her say them in this context, was more than he could take.

"I'm going to hurt you," he warned in a husky voice.

"You could never...um..." Her ass clenched around him, feeling his length and girth. Her face grew a little pale, but she shook her head in determination. "I don't care."

"You'll hate me afterward."

"I could never hate you."

"It's going to change our relationship."

"Maybe that's not such a bad thing."

Chase groaned, his resistance crumbling. What more could he say when they were already this far? His younger sister, his beloved twin, was naked in his lap, his cock between her legs. She was right. There was no going back.

He slid his hands to her ass, cupping each cheek in his palm, and lifted her up. His shaft slipped between her thighs and pressed against her pussy, her labia spreading around the tip. Her face tightened as she started to stretch around the head, and she looked down. He froze as she blanched, the blood draining from her face.

"Ev?" he asked, worried that she might faint.

"I-it's so big," she whispered, her eyes locked on the glistening tip of his penis. It was huge, easily eight inches long and as wide as her wrist. She was petite with slender limbs, perfect for a cheerleader, but when faced with her muscled, broad-shouldered brother... "You'll...you'll go slow, right?"

He nodded, struggling to speak past the desire burning in his stomach. Every instinct urged him to sheathe his manhood in her small, tight pussy, to break her body for his pleasure. It took every ounce of discipline he had to keep the beast in his chest contained, to keep his hands from tightening around her hips and slamming her down.

She took a deep breath, her eyes glued to where they touched. Slowly, agonizingly so, she began to sink down, her pussy stretching around his penis. Chase watched her face as his head finally entered her, followed by the first inch of his shaft. Her eyes widened and filled with tears, and her mouth opened in a silent gasp. She was plenty wet for him, and yet he was under no illusion that this would be easy.

"Evelyn!" he exclaimed, his heart racing. "Are you okay?

"It's stuck," she whined, her lower lip trembling. "You're too big. I can't...I can't move." Her hands trembled as they clutched him, her nails digging into his shoulders. She looked at him, and he was shocked to see real fear in her eyes.

"It's not stuck," he said, the realization striking him breathless. "You're...pure, aren't you."

She nodded, breath coming in short, shallow gasps. Her face was pale, and sweat beaded on her forehead. Her eyes darted back to the sight of her pussy stretching around his penis.

Chase shook his head, murmuring, "All that teasing...my little sister was a virgin all along. You were saving it for someone special, right? The right person? A boyfriend, a lover...a husband?"

She didn't answer, only bit her lip, eyes squeezing shut. Tears trickled down her cheeks.

He leaned forward and gently kissed them away. She flinched, then relaxed, her eyes opening and finding him.

 "I'm sorry," she whimpered. "I'm so sorry."

Chase shook his head, his heart swelling until he thought it might burst. She was just so adorable, so vulnerable. She wasn't his annoying sister, the one who teased him relentlessly. She was just a girl, his little sister, a fragile young woman who'd just had her entire world turned upside-down and was now in way over her head.

"Ev," he said, his voice gentle. "You don't have to be sorry. It's my fault for not realizing. Here, we can just step away now, before--"

She shook her head and pulled his lips to hers, her kiss desperate. Her need burned into him, her passion overwhelming. When she broke away, he was breathless and dazed. She rested her forehead against his.

"You. I was waiting for you," she whispered.