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No one knew that I had sex with my brother right in front of his girlfriend. The rafting was intense. The kayak was too small, so I was forced to sit on my brother Simon's lap. "Amelia, comfortable?" My cheeks flushed. "Y-yeah." I deliberately lifted myself up, then settled back down right onto his hard length. The thought of Simon's girlfriend just ahead of us sent a shiver through my whole body. Simon's smile turned suggestive. "But I'm the one who's uncomfortable. What should I do about that?" I froze, looking at him with wide, innocent eyes. He rubbed against me with wicked intent. "Don't play innocent. You started this fire." I covered my mouth, stifling a moan, and whispered. "You could take off your swim trunks." My face burned red. "Without the restriction, it shouldn't hurt anymore." "Amelia, how old are you? How do you know about these things?" Simon's voice was like a devil's whisper. "It's... it's what the teacher taught us in biology class." Simon let out a low, seductive laugh. "Right. Your biology teacher's right. You need to take off the swim trunks so there's no restriction. Then it won't hurt." "Amelia, the fabric is so slippery. Why don't you help me take them off?" ... "Amelia, put on your life jacket!" Jessica sat in her kayak, ordering me around. She's my brother's girlfriend. "This piece of crap is too small!" I held up the orange vest and yelled at her. "It's choking me!" Three years ago, in the summer, we rafted down this river. I was younger then. That life jacket fit me perfectly. Jessica seemed to forget that I'd grown up since then. Not only did she bring my old childhood life jacket, but the kayak was the same one from three years ago—tiny and cramped. Simon walked over from the shore, carrying another kayak. "Amelia's right. She's grown up now. Her figure would burst right out of that small life jacket." Simon is only three years older than me, but his body is twice my size. As he walked toward me, I could see his handsome face and his developed chest muscles. I couldn't help my cheeks flushing as I remembered our sweet past. As my brother, he'd taught me how to swim, shielded me from trouble, and carried me home on his back on nights when I got too drunk. Every time he came back from university, his suitcase always had a box of toffee—the kind I loved but was too embarrassed to ask for anymore. My feelings for him had long since crossed the line of what a sister should feel. When he touched my head, my heart skipped a beat. When he got close, my breath shortened. I'd secretly gone through his phone, stared at photos of him and his girlfriend Jessica, and chewed my toffee into tiny pieces. I was terrified of myself. How could I have such twisted feelings for my own brother? Then last summer, Mom got drunk and let it slip. Turns out Simon was adopted. He'd been adopted before I was even born. Nothing happened after that day. But everything changed. When he walked past me, I'd stand a little closer. When he watched movies on the couch, I'd lie down with my head on his lap. Simon didn't notice anything wrong. If anything, he was even more affectionate with me than before. Like two fish that had been swimming around each other for years, suddenly realizing the divider between them had been removed. On the shore, Jessica grew impatient watching me dawdle. She untied her own kayak and drifted downstream on her own. Leaving behind only a complaint. "Simon, you take her in your kayak!" I stood there stunned. Simon's kayak was a single-seater! Simon didn't seem to care at all. "Just sit on my lap. Like before." I had no choice but to squeeze into the kayak with Simon. At first, I did sit on his lap. But the water rushed up and it was too slippery. So Simon moved behind me, his chest pressed tightly against my lower back. My body went stiff. I felt uncomfortable. I scooted forward a few times, trying to put some distance between us. But no matter how far forward I moved, the body behind me stayed glued to mine. "Stop squirming," he said quietly. "We'll flip." I pouted and protested. "I'm not moving." Through the rushing water, I could still hear Simon's magnetic laugh. "Same restless energy as three years ago. Same stubborn mouth." "I'm not! And I've grown up. I'm nothing like three years ago!" I huffed. Simon's arms reached around from both sides to grip the paddles, practically wrapping me up in his embrace. I could feel his breath on the back of my neck—warm, steady, one breath after another. "No matter how old you are, in my eyes you'll always be that little girl who needed me to sleep beside her." I bit my lower lip. Something inside me stirred with desire. I stopped talking. I stopped struggling. I let him hold me in his arms, feeling the burning heat of the body behind me. The afternoon sun was blinding. My cheeks were on fire. Good thing Jessica was up ahead, too busy fighting the current to notice us behind her. The water slowed down. The kayak rocked gently. The sun made me drowsy. Sleepiness washed over me. I leaned back into Simon's arms. He didn't push me away. Instead, he rested his chin on top of my head. "Sleep for a bit," he said. "Don't worry. I won't let you fall in." I closed my eyes, feeling safe, and drifted off. I don't know how long passed. Suddenly, the bottom of the boat scraped against a shallow sandbar. The kayak jerked to a stop. I woke with a start, realizing I was leaning completely against Simon, his arms wrapped around my waist. And then I felt it. Something hard pressing against my lower back. I froze. All sleepiness gone. That hardness. That position—he was hard under his shorts. Against me. My mind exploded. Only one thought kept spinning in my head: He feels it too. He has feelings for me too. So he doesn't see me as just a sister? Did he find out we're not blood-related, and is he just as thrilled as I am? My heart pounded wildly. I didn't know how to react. Jessica had stopped up ahead, waiting for us. Seeing my flushed cheeks, she asked with concern. "What's wrong? Did you get sunburned?" I stammered. "N-nothing." Jessica nodded and paddled forward, putting distance between us. I heard Simon let out a tantalizing laugh behind me. It hooked me, made me ache with want. Since Simon and I aren't blood-related, can we... I don't know where I found the courage. I lifted myself up extremely slowly, then settled back down onto Simon's lap, pressing directly against that hard bulge. Through two layers of quick-dry fabric, the outline pressed against me clearly. Simon's breath hitched. His hands tightened on my waist. "What are you doing?" I shamelessly replied, "Didn't you ask me to sit on your lap earlier?" Feeling the bulge beneath me, my body trembled. I'd waited too long for this moment. Excitement, joy... every emotion was written plainly on my face. The water jolted. The kayak lifted and slammed back down. Simon's erection nearly entered me! 💗💗 Click to Read on👉👉

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