The beach house was quiet. Too quiet for a summer stay. Ember was already fully settled in, and the silence had clung to her like second skin. The place stretched. Wide and endless. Silent, peaceful. Exactly what she wanted. She could already picture it, just her, and her best friend Kimberly lounging around together. And maybe if she even had the time, she could curl up in a corner with her laptop, pretending to study while actually putting down her dirtiest fantasies. It was a perfect plan. A simple plan. Just both of them, crashing at Kimberly's family beach house. That was until she received a text from Kimberly. "Hey girl, forgot to tell you, my big bro's there. Sorry bitch, it slipped my mind 🤦🤷"  Ember stood frozen for a full ten seconds.  Allen Colton. 25, Smart, Hot, smug, built, practically literally sin on legs. He's seven years older than her, and has been her dirtiest fantasy since she was 14. Yes 14.  "I can handle it. It's just three weeks of Summer vacation. I can handle it. I'm a grown up now" she thought but even she wasn't convinced. She was still stuck in her own thoughts when a deep, velvety voice called her out. "Ember?" "Why are you standing in the hallway staring at nothing?"  It was Allen. He was here, he had just called her name, while standing there shirtless, the hard lines of his chest, broad shoulders and abs on full display under the lights of the hallway; in nothing but grey sweatpants, that did nothing to hide how blessed he was down there. She was staring, shamelessly, unapologetically. "Ember" he called again firmer this time, snapping her out of her wild thoughts She blinked, realizing she had been checking him out, then let out an awkward cough and looking away in embarrassment, suddenly hoping the floor open up and swallow her.  "Huh? Umm, s-sorry, I, I just got here"  She responded which wasn't a lie, except she got there a full two hours ago so it wasn't exactly the truth either.  "Okay, maybe you should take a shower, and try to get some rest. I already made dinner, you can serve yourself. Kim said she'd be here tomorrow evening." he said, already heading back to his room. At that point, Ember knew one thing, she most certainly could not handle Allen Colton. And she could only but pray she survived the holiday without casualties or disaster.  A few days had passed, Ember spent most of it trying to avoid Allen. Why you might wonder? because she couldn't stop ogling him, she couldn't stop staring at him, and she was afraid she'd embarrass herself. Today she was in her room, still in her nightgown. Earlier that morning, Kimberly had asked her to go to the mall with her. Ember had no intentions of staying home, she had genuinely wanted to go with Kim, but unfortunately she'd been up late the previous night and was having a terrible headache. Kim had decided to just let her sleep in. She was trying to go back to sleep when she started to hear muffled groans. At first she dismissed it, but now she was convinced there was a ghost in the house, she got out of bed to take a look.  She sat up slowly, carefully. Left her room, completely forgetting her fuzzy slippers in her quest for ghosts and started her ghost hunt. She followed the sounds, her feet padding on the wooden floor, and it led her to Allen's room "there's a ghost here?" She wondered. When she got to his door, it was slightly ajar. At first she was going to walk away, then she heard it again. Clearer. It was her name. He was groaning her name. Why was he groaning her name. "F*ck.........Ember...." She peeked in, and part of her immediately regretted it, but the other primal, dark part of her felt hot at the sight. She clenched her thighs subconsciously. Allen was in there, shirtless, leaning against the headboard, skin flushed, sweatpants pushed low, his hand wrapped around his cock, while his other hand held her black lace panties, holding it up to his nose, breathing her in, his eyes were shut tight, his lips parted. Her breath hitched. She should run, she told herself, she should pretend she didn't see this, or hear this, but her body wasn't cooperating. Ember took a slow shaky step inside her bare feet quiet on the rug in his room. Allen hadn't noticed her yet, still caught up in his haze of pleasure. She watched him, heat pooling low in her belly, her thighs clenching, her pussy getting soaked making a mess of her panties. She was already a wreck. And that's when she realised something. She was completely exposed and vulnerable to this man. And he hadn't even noticed her or done anything to her yet.

Her eyes were hazy and glazed over. She couldn't breathe. No, she didn't breathe. Just stood there watching. His chest rose and fell fast. Abs flexing in rhythm with every shallow inhale. The muscles in his strong forearm straining and flexing as he held his Cock in a tight fist, pumping quickly up and down his length. His other hand squeezed her underwear.  Her name left his lips again and again. Low, breathy, like a chant, like something forbidden and sacred all at once. Like it was all that mattered.  Then he opened his eyes, just when he was about to spill, and that's when he saw her. Their eyes locked instantly. Neither of them moved.  He licked his lips once "you weren't supposed to see that. You shouldn't be in here either." He said, voice rough, thick with lust, desire and something else, something she couldn't quite name.  The air between them had changed dangerously. Ember's hands clenched the sides of her nightdress. It was sheer and she had just noticed how much of her was visible in it under the lights of his room. Her nipples were hard and peaking against the fabric. Her thighs bare and glistening a little from where her wetness had slipped.  "Umm I, I heard noise, I came to check, I didn't mean to....... see" she whispered. "And yet here you are." He said back. "You really shouldn't be here Ember" he said, though his grip around his length tightened.  He didn't tell her to leave. And she didn't leave either. She took a slow step forward. Her heart beating hard and fast. Allen's eyes trailed up and down her body, his tongue flicking out to lick his lips.  "Why?" She asked, her chest heaving slowly, barely holding back a moan.  He knew what she meant. "Because they smell like you" he said plainly, as if that alone explained why he was masturbating with her panties. "You have no idea what you do to me. You're so young. And my Younger sister's best friend. I shouldn't be doing this, and God knows I've tried, but I can't help it" he admits, his tone almost pained.  "You're shy" he says again. "You've been avoiding me Ember, and you don't even meet my eyes when we're in the same room. Is it because you're afraid, or because you're trying to deny what you know you feel"  He looked at her for a moment longer. "Three seconds. I'm giving you three seconds to leave now. Pretend this never happened or......." He waited, half expecting her to leave. After three seconds, he smirked at her. "I warned you" he said huskily. "Come here" he said to her, his voice so low and husky she almost moaned at it.  She stood frozen in her place "Stop fighting it. You know you want to."  She hesitated once more, then she moved, walking straight towards what was either "her doom, or her redemption." She went to him slowly her feet silently brushing the carpet, her heart pounding with each step she took. She should run, she could still run, pretend this never happened. But she knew deep down, she didn't want to.  When she hit the edge of his bed, she stopped moving, and just stared, waiting silently for his next command.  "Take it off" he said, referring to her nightdress.  She stood frozen.  "Take. It. Off" he repeated. Not a request, a command. And every fibre of her knew to obey him. She slowly reached for the hem of her dress, and pulled it up and over her head, once it was off, she was standing bare before him in nothing but tiny red lace panties. Her flat stomach, her large breasts. The dip of her waist and the curve of her hips all exposed to his hungry gaze. He groaned audibly. "So fucking beautiful"  She blushed shyly, looking away.  "Don't look away from me Ember" he commanded softly then he paused, just looking at her, simply taking her in. "Your perfect, all of you, and you have no idea how many times I've dreamt about this" he admitted.  "I wanna ruin you" he said and her breath hitched. "Allen-" she started but he shushed her.  "Don't say anything. Do you think I don't know about your dirty fantasies, all those things you write about, all those things you dream about. I know Ember. And right now I wanna make every single one of them come true. I wanna make a mess of you. Ruin you so bad you'll never think about anyone else but me. You'll want no one else but me" he says darkly, his voice breathy and filled with lust and it took all her will power to not moan and even cum from it.  "Take off those panties." He commanded and she did, immediately, no hesitation, almost like she was in a daze from his voice.  "Fuck look at that pretty Cunt" he groaned, seeing her glistening Pussy and how wet she was for him. "Your soaked baby" he groaned.  He leaned back in his bed, laying flat on his back. "Be a good girl and come sit on my face" he said. Not a request, but a command and he expected immediate obedience.  She went to him, hesitantly. "W-wouldn't that suffocate you?" She asked, genuinely concerned. He chuckled, pulling her to him, his hands gripping her hips.  "No, but even if it did. What a blissful way to go right?" He asked with a smirk. He kissed the corner of her mouth, one hand going down between them, finding her aching cunt, he pressed his palm flat against it and her breath caught in her throat, he experimentally rubbed her clit and she moaned quietly. His Cock jerked at the sound. "Do you wanna do that baby? Sit on my face like a good girl? Until I make you drip, and scream, and forget everything else but me?" He asked huskily against her ear. While moving his hand up to cup one of her breasts, his thumb rolling the nipple slowly. A whimper escapes her as she nods eagerly, dazed.  "Use your words baby" he commanded. "A-Allen..." she gasps from need "p-please, I, I wanna do it"  "Do what?" He asks, wanting her to speak clearly. "I, I wanna sit on your face" she whimpers.  "Good girl" her smirked

Allen laid down, pulling Ember up his body until she was above him. She looked down at him and bit her lower lip a little. Allen moved his hands, parting her thighs gently, then slid one hand between her legs. His thumb rubbed slow, firm circles over her clit while two thick fingers pushed into her through her slick, stretching her tight hole open as he thrust them deep. She moaned, not very quietly, hips twitching against his hand. Allen didn't hesitate. He yanked her down hard until her glistening pink pussy landed fully on his face. His tongue flicked out immediately, tasting her, and he groaned against her as she moaned above him. He licked through her folds with long, greedy strokes, then thrust his tongue deep inside her, fucking it in and out while he groaned like a man starved. Ember gripped the headboard tightly, moaning and whimpering as he devoured her. His lips closed around her clit and sucked hard, tongue lashing it at the same time. The wet sounds of him eating her filled the room. Allen held her firmly in place, both hands locked on her hips, forcing her to stay open for him. He ate her greedily - tongue thrusting deep into her slit, teeth grazing her clit, lips sucking with wet, filthy pressure. Ember's moans grew louder and louder as she started grinding down on his face, smearing herself across his mouth and chin. One of her hands reached down to rub her own clit while his tongue kept thrusting deeper, hitting that sensitive spot inside her over and over. He increased his pace, licking and sucking harder, until she screamed above him. Her body spasmed hard as she came full force in his mouth, flooding his tongue with her release. He kept lapping at her through it, drinking every drop, until she whimpered from oversensitivity and her body went limp against the headboard. He pulled her down into his lap carefully. "Ready for round two, baby?" he asked. She whimpered but nodded. "Good," he whispered against her lips. She was straddling him, legs still trembling from the force of her orgasm, her pussy still puffy and twitching. He kissed her hard - not gently. He kissed her like he was trying to devour her, tongue thrusting deep into her mouth so she could taste herself on him. They both moaned into the messy kiss, teeth clashing, saliva mixing. When he finally pulled away, a thick string of saliva still connected their lips. He laid back again. She stayed above him, straddling his hips, and started grinding her soaked pussy along the hard length of his cock. The wet heat of her sliding over him made them both moan. He couldn't wait anymore. He gripped her hips, lifted her slightly, lined his cock up with her entrance, and thrust up into her in one deep stroke. He groaned at how tight and hot she was; she moaned at how completely he filled her. "A-Allen... y-you're so big," she gasped. She started moving slowly at first - lifting almost all the way off him, then sinking back down, taking every inch. The stretch was intense. Her eyes rolled back as she began fucking herself on his cock, rising and falling in a steady rhythm. He met her with upward thrusts, driving deeper each time their bodies met. Her pace quickened. She bounced harder, breasts moving with every drop of her hips, face flushed, lips parted. Allen reached between them and rubbed her clit in tight, rough circles while she rode him. Her walls fluttered and gripped him tightly. He groaned low in his throat. Her moans turned loud and unhinged. His groans were deep and primal. The wet slap of her pussy taking his cock filled the room. "You like that, baby?" he asked, voice rough. "Mmhmmm," was all she managed. "It feels good having my cock in you, doesn't it?" He thrust up harder. "Look at you... so fucking perfect, riding me like this, making yourself feel good. You're mine, Ember. All fucking mine. No one else. Say it, baby. Look at me and say you're mine." Her eyes opened, glazed with pleasure. "Y-yours... I'm yours... I'm only yours," she moaned. He leaned up and bit down on one of her nipples, sucking hard at the same time. Her head fell back. Her walls clamped down around him as she came hard, body spasming, pussy convulsing and squirting, coating his cock in her release. The tight, pulsing heat of her pushed him over the edge. His control snapped. He thrust up hard twice more and came with a deep groan, flooding her with thick ropes of cum. Her greedy cunt took every drop, milking him through it. She collapsed limply onto his chest, both of them breathing hard, his cock still buried inside her as the last pulses faded.