The morning buzz of Brisden High School greeted Luke and Lily as they stepped through the front gates. Students chatted, laughed, and filtered through the halls in every direction. It should've felt normal.
But it didn't.
Not after the awkward way the day had started.
They both pretended nothing had happened. No one mentioned the moment Lily had accidentally walked in on Luke getting dressed. No one brought up how red her face had gone. Or how fast he tried to hide himself.
Lily, always the energetic one, was already chatting with her friends Saya and Lima near the lockers.
Meanwhile, Luke's expression suddenly changed.
Wait…
He checked the strap of his bag—his heart sinking.
"I forgot my homework," he muttered under his breath, pulling out his watch to check the time. 8:23 A.M.
He still had a little time before homeroom.
"Lily!" he called, walking quickly over to her.
She turned, brushing a lock of her blonde hair behind her ear. "What? You forget something?"
"Yeah. Left my homework folder at home. I'll run and grab it. You go ahead without me."
Lily raised a brow, then smirked. "Tch. Dummy. Don't be late!"
As Luke turned and started jogging away, her two friends leaned closer with grins on their faces.
"He's been looking more handsome lately, hasn't he?" Saya whispered with a teasing smile.
"I heard he's super quiet in class, though. Not popular, but kinda mysterious," added Lima, eyes trailing after him.
Saya giggled. "Think he'd say yes if I asked him out?"
"If you chicken out, I'll try," Lima shot back, laughing.
"C-can you two stop being weird?" Lily snapped, her cheeks puffing slightly with a faint blush.
"Ahahaha~ Our Lily's a little brother-con, huh?" Saya teased.
"I am not!" Lily stammered, face fully red now. "I'm just… he's my brother, okay?!"
"Sure, sure," they sang in unison, walking off ahead of her.
Still flustered, Lily turned and caught one last glimpse of Luke running off toward home.
Luke's footsteps echoed lightly as he turned onto his street. The morning was still cool, with a soft breeze in the air. But there was something else…
A strange feeling in his chest.
Lately, his life had been… complicated. Embarrassing moments. Strange tension. Things he wasn't sure how to process. Especially around Sarah.
Get in. Grab the homework. Leave. Simple.
He reached the front gate and unlocked it, slipping inside the house.
It was quiet.
Too quiet.
"Sarah?" he called out softly, slipping his shoes off.
No response.
Maybe she's resting…
He walked through the hallway quietly, heading toward the stairs. But when he reached the second floor, he paused. His door was… slightly open.
That was odd.
He always kept it shut.
And then—he heard it.
A sound.
A soft moan "Ahhhhh... "
Luke froze mid-step.
No… that's not—
He leaned slightly closer, confused and cautious. The door had a small crack—barely wide enough to peek through. His heart started pounding for no reason he could explain.
Then he saw her.
Luke's breath hitched as he listened to Sarah's whispered words, her voice a husky murmur that sent waves of desire crashing through him.
"Ahh.. Luke, you're doing it for me, I'm so close, Ahhh."
She panted, her body writhing on his bed as she clutched his underwear to her face, inhaling deeply.
"God, you smell so good, Luke. So manly."
Her words painted a vivid image in his mind, one that made his heart race and his body ache with need.
He could see her, spread out on his bed, her cheeks flushed and her eyes glazed with lust as she fantasized about him, about them together. The thought of it was almost too much to bear.
Luke's erection throbbed, straining against his jeans, begging for release. He was rock hard, his body trembling with the effort of holding himself back, of not bursting through the door and taking her right then and there.
He wanted to feel her, to taste her, to lose himself in her heat.
He shifted uncomfortably, trying to ease the ache, but it was no use. His body was on fire, every nerve ending alight with need.
He wanted to sleep with Sarah, to explore every inch of her body, to make her cry out his name.
But he held back, his embarrassment and uncertainty warring with his desire.
Sarah's moans grew louder, more insistent, as she chased her orgasm, her body arching off the bed as she cried out.
"Ahhhhh... I'm coming, Luke!" Her voice was a symphony of pleasure, a testament to the power of her release.
He could see it, her body convulsing, her inner muscles clenching as wave after wave of ecstasy washed over her.
Her juices soaked in his night clothes, a testament to her pleasure, and Luke's heart swelled with a mix of pride and desire.
He wanted to be the one to make her feel that way, to bring her to the heights of pleasure and watch as she shattered beneath him.
He wanted to claim her as his own, to mark her, to make her his. But for now, he had to be content with watching, with listening, with imagining.
As Sarah's body slowly came down from its peak, Luke took a deep, shaky breath, trying to compose himself.
His body was still on fire, his mind still racing, but he knew he had to leave, to give her some privacy, to process what he had just witnessed.
He silently backed away from the door, his heart heavy with unspoken words and unfulfilled desires.
His chest tightened.
He stepped back from the door as quietly as he could, lips pressed together in a thin line. The heat in his face wouldn't go away. Neither would the image of her holding his shirt with that dreamy look.
I shouldn't have seen that...
But he had.
And he couldn't unsee it.
Without another second of thought, he hurried downstairs and practically ran out the door.
Back at walking toward school, Luke tried to keep his head down.
That was nothing. Just… she was tired. Maybe emotional. It didn't mean anything.
But his heart wasn't convinced.
His thoughts kept drifting.
The way she had said his name.
The look on her face.
Back in his room, Sarah sat still.
Her hands rested on the bed. Her cheeks still faintly pink.
She didn't know Luke had returned.
Didn't know he had seen her.
But as she stared out the window, her fingers gently brushing the fabric of his shirt, she whispered one final thought to herself.
"…He's growing up so fast."
Then she stood, composed herself, and quietly left the room—closing the door behind her.
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