Lys was lying on his back in the faint light of the moon coming through the curtains, breathing deeply and evenly. The new bed made quiet noises under him, the sheets twisted around his legs from his tossing and turning.

  Upstairs, the house was quiet now, no more talking or ughing from Mira and Sara. Not that Lys cared about noise now. He was so tired from the busy day that he fell asleep fast, his mind slipping into empty darkness.

  Suddenly, the door of his room made a quiet sound as it opened, almost too soft to hear over the wind outside.

  Someone walked in, stepping carefully, like they were tiptoing on each floorboard to make sure it didn’t squeak. A light smell of vender and perfume filled the air, mixing with the earthy scent of the room.

  The bed dipped she slid under the covers, her warmth spreading against Lys’s side.

  She moved closer, her arm wrapping around his waist with a soft sigh. Her fingers spread out on his chest, feeling the slow rise and fall of his breathing through his thin shirt.

  "Finally, everyone is asleep," she whispered, her voice quiet against his ear. Her touch stayed there, her nails lightly brushing his nipple, sending a small shiver through his sleeping body.

  Slowly, her hand moved down, slipping under his shirt to touch his bare skin. She traced the lines of his stomach; her palm was warm and firm, pressing just enough to make his muscles tense.

  A quiet, pleased sound escaped her lips as she shifted, her thigh brushing against his, the fabric of her nightdress riding up. She pressed her legs over his legs, and her breath quickened as her fingers pulled at the waist of his pants.

  She slid her hand inside, wrapping around his soft cock, stroking slowly at first, feeling him wake and harden in her grip. Her thumb circled the tip, slick with a drop of his precum that made her movements smooth.

  "Yeah, baby, get hard for me," she breathed, her other hand trailing down her own body, rubbing her own pussy folds with a rhythm of her strokes on his cock. Her hips moved slightly against his leg, trying to lock it with her own legs.

  Just when she stopped rubbing her pussy and with that hand started to rub Lys’s nipples again, Lys’s eyes flickered open.

  He blinked into the dim room, his mind foggy from sleep, but the firm stroke on his member sharpened everything fast. "Huh?" he muttered softly, his voice rough and confused.

  The woman behind him froze for a split second, her hand still wrapped around his throbbing cock, but a sharp gasp escaped her lips, which felt warm against his neck. She didn't pull away, though; her fingers gave a teasing squeeze instead, making him twitch in her grip.

  "Who... who are you?" He whispered, twisting his head to gnce over his shoulder. The moonlight caught her rough outline: crimson hair spilling over one shoulder, those familiar curves he knew very well, pressed tightly against him.

  She giggled low, her chest squishing against his back. "Who could it be? Come on, guess." Her tone was pyful and husky, like she'd been holding back all evening.

  The resonance of her voice hit him like a spark. "Sara?" he said, eyes widening. Her scent, vender mixed with that subtle, perfumed musk, confirmed it. His heart raced, a mix of surprise and heat rushed blood in his shaft instantly.

  "Bingo," she purred, her free hand sliding up to pinch his nipple again, rolling it between her fingers until it hardened. She pumped his shaft slower now, deliberate, her thumb swirling over the slick tip where more fluid beaded. "What, you thought it was someone else sneaking in for a midnight treat?"

  Lys swallowed hard, his body betraying him as his hips bucked involuntarily into her touch. "What are you doing in my room this te? Everyone's asleep."

  "What else could I be doing?" Sara cut him off, her lips brushing his ear. She nipped at the earlobe gently, then licked it; her tongue was warm and wet, making his ear drip with her saliva.

  "Don't you know by now? I've been thinking about this all dinner, watching you across the table. That stew your mom made was good, but you're what I really wanted to taste. Didn’t I made it clear? I thought I was pretty clear about it."

  He groaned softly, trying to shift away, but her leg hooked over his thigh, pinning him in pce. Her nightdress had ridden up completely, and he felt the damp heat of her pussy grinding against his hip; its folds were already slick and swollen.

  "Sara, wait. My family's right here in the house. Mom's in the next room, and Mira's upstairs. We can't... do this here, not now."

  She ughed, a soft, throaty sound that vibrated in the room. Her hand accelerated on his length, twisting at the base before sliding up to the head. "What's wrong with that? Makes it more exciting, doesn't it? Imagine if they heard us... or walked in." She pressed her breasts harder against him, rubbing in slow circles, her nipples brushing on his skin. "Besides, your mother is the one who invited me to stay. Who knows? Maybe she knew I'd end up here. Don’t you think?"

  Lys reached down to grab her wrist, trying to stop the maddening strokes. "You forced your way in to stay the night here. If she knew you would jump me tonight, she wouldn't have let you stay here. Now, Sara, seriously, stop. We have to.."

  Before he could finish, she twisted around, climbing on top of him in one fluid move. Her thighs straddled his waist, her wet entrance of pussy sliding along the length of his cock as she pinned his hands above his head.

  "No stopping now," she whispered fiercely, then crashed her lips onto his, without giving him any chance to protest anymore.

  Her kiss was hungry and forceful. Her tongue plunged in, tangling with his, tasting of stew and her own unique aroma. She sucked on his bottom lip, biting just hard enough to sting a little, then moved to his jaw, peppering wet, open-mouthed kisses along it.

  "Mmm, you taste so good, I feel like I want to eat you whole," she moaned, her hips rocking slowly, coating his shaft with her juices.

  Lys gasped into her mouth, his resistance crumbling as her breasts heaved against his chest, tips hard like pebbles through the thin fabric. She broke the kiss to trail her lips higher, sucking on his nose pyfully, then licking the bridge before moving to his eyes. Her tongue flicked over his closed eyelids, wet and teasing, while her hand snuck back down to guide his member, rubbing the head against her opening.

  As his cock was rock hard, she whispered, saying, "See? You want this too," she breathed, her voice muffled as she sucked on his eyebrow, then nipped at his forehead. Her free hand cupped him, massaging gently, feeling him tighten inside her.

  "Your body's screaming for it. Just let go, Lys. Take me right here, with everyone so close. It'll be our little secret... for now."

  Visioner10