I drew in the last breath before drifting off to sleep. The smell of pure fresh air brought me to dreams quickly in obscure barely recountable events.
Amongst the dream, Cam smiled and plopped into the bed next to me. Our clothes eventually disappeared and I could feel her skin against mine. She stood up and pulled me towards the end of the bed then bent down in front of my legs and spread them. My pants were pulled off while my heart pounded at a marathon's pace. Her tongue began to flick along the head, wetting it first before it started to twitch then a small stream of precum leaked and I cried out.
I gripped the sheets and gasped. I looked down and the morning sun streamed in through my window blinds. I could see my suitcase on the floor and Cam was nowhere to be found. I realized I was awake in my own room.
"Oh my gosh," I said, hands meeting my forehead. "I can't believe how intense that was."
Upon waking, I initially felt a dash of guilt for what had transpired last night between my step-sister and I. We met much younger when our parents married and I always looked up to her. I didn't see her too often but every time spent together was always fun and well cherished. She was great to talk to and made me laugh. I honestly found her increasingly more attractive as time went on, especially as we got closer.
Internally my body burned, however not just with shame. The longer I pondered it, the clearer I realized the hidden feeling of want. How it slowly and gradually crept up like a toothpick puncturing through a garbage bag. Starting as a seed that incubated into an inner taboo desire, I couldn't decipher why my body urged me that it felt so exhilarating instead of sinful. The thought grew more and more prevalent until it eventually inundated the guilt away.
I've had thoughts of doing naughty things with a special someone and I hoped my suppressed fantasies would eventually become a reality one day. I never expected them to unfold so quickly with Camille.
I didn't know what to say to her the next time I saw her. Should I feel mad? Should I feel upset? If so, why didn't I feel that way?
"Huh," I said to myself.
I dressed in sweatpants and a tight fitting t-shirt with my long dirty blonde swooshy hair still messy. My feet walked comfortably across the soft carpet. The house remained a perfect cool temperature inside so it felt relaxing anywhere I went.
My mom and Cam's dad, Jim, were looking at restaurants through a booklet in the kitchen. They smiled and I asked if we wanted to have breakfast this morning.
"Oh, we forgot to go shopping yesterday," my mom said.
"I was too tired from driving all day. Do you want to go now?" Jim asked her.
"Sure. Will, there's some cereal on top of the fridge. We're gonna head out for a little bit then and we'll be back later."
"Okay, drive safe," I replied.
The parents left and their car slowly pulled out of the driveway. I opened the fridge to grab the carton of milk and shook it, satisfied that it luckily remained half full. I leaned up and shut the door, revealing Camille standing right behind it. My heart had skipped a beat.
"Hey, Will," she greeted sweetly as her arm leaned onto the fridge.
Cam's athletic figure stood in full view of the archway, her hip cocked to the side. Her brunette hair was tied up into a long wavy brown ponytail while she wore a white crop top with gray short shorts that rode high on her slender fair legs. Lined around her neck was a thin black choker.
She smiled pleasantly with her bubblegum pink lips and wonderful jawline.
"Hi," I said.
Cam beamed brightly with a comforting tone that made me feel at ease. She gently scratched my back as I sat down by the quartz countertop. Right as I began to pour the milk, Cam interrupted me.
"Hey, don't take all of the milk, you hog."
"I'm not taking all of it. Just most of it," I joked.
Camille quickly snatched it out of my hands and poured herself a bowl.
"Hey, chill," I laughed.
"So good," she teased.
I reached over to grab the carton while she held it just out of reach. I got up off the stool and waved my arm, wrestling her for it until we playfully tussled, grabbing each other's arms and wrists while she bursted out in laughter and finally gave it up.
"You're so funny," she giggled with her mouth full of food.
Cam put her hand on my lap and scooted closer before we started to eat. We conversed at a very close and personal level. I could see every detail of her face and same with mine. I even noticed that underneath her crop top she wasn't wearing a bra but she never seemed to mind.
"Mom and dad just went out?" she asked.
"Mhm, they went shopping and other stuff," I said.
"Other stuff, huh?"
"Yeah, like getting coffee, pancakes and bacon without us."
"Right? How dare they. How come you didn't bring your laptop?"
"I wasn't going to use it. I wanted to keep my attention on the vacation and time with you guys."
"Aw, that's so sweet. Plus you wouldn't have needed it anyway. We've got plenty of movies here."
"Yeah, like the ones in your room."
Cam's eyes peered up at me mid-bite, slowly squinting them before pursing her lips inward. She covered her mouth with her hand quickly and her cheeks started to blush before carefully chewing again. I almost couldn't believe I even said it.
"Yes, like the ones in my room," she nodded.
While the tense moment simmered, I thought of asking her about last night. The question slowly worked its way up through my windpipe then suddenly got stuck midway.
"Hey, listen so last night..."
"What?" She asked politely.
"Hey, last night was... come on just say it!"
"You okay?" She asked.
"Yeah!" I responded.
Oh, you idiot!
I scolded myself for feeling too nervous to act on it.
"C'mon, let's go eat by the TV," Cam suddenly urged.
She guided me over to a white plush couch surrounding a glass coffee table in the spacious living room. The ceiling stood tall, around two stories high and lined with fans and skylights that allowed the sun to shine through. The place glowed with morning daylight.
Cam switched the flatscreen on while we ate and I really wanted to bring up last night to her. I felt surprised that she acted so nonchalantly about it while nervousness took over me. Granted it was a little less now that we spent time together, but I just kept stalling as if waiting for the right time to say it.
"It's such a nice day, we should go to the beach after this," she suggested.
"Yeah I'd love to. Hey, so listen..."
Cam provided her full attention to me with her glowing brown irises.
"Yeah? What's up?"
"I can talk to you about anything, right?
"Of course you can, Will. Is everything okay?"
"Yes. It's about last night, I think we should..."
"What?"
"You know. Just be careful."
"Careful?"
"Of doing that again I mean."
"Of course. Hundred percent."
"What I meant to say that maybe we shouldn't be... doing... that."
Camille's face looked overcome with worry and concern in such a way that tugged at my heart strings. She looked as if she were about to cry.
"Will, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to make you feel uncomfortable. You know, we don't have to do that again. It was in the heat of the moment and we just got a little carried away. I'm sorry."
"No, no, Camille it's okay," I reassured with a hug.
"Are you sure?"
"Cam. Yes, it's okay. I'm not upset."
"You promise?"
"I promise."
"Thank God. Can I ask you something?"
"Sure."
"Did you have fun last night?"
The question popped off like a small bomb. I opened my mouth to answer but only stammers left. Reminiscent feelings of warmth around my bare member returned and I couldn't help it. My member began to push against the fabric and stiffen.
"I just wanted to ask you. If you don't feel comfortable with it, we don't have to do it again, okay?" she said, ruffling through my hair.
"Okay."
"Will, just tell me if you didn't enjoy it. I'd rather you be honest with me."
Another freezing pause, one that I couldn't shake. My heart thumped in my chest. Again, I just couldn't say it.
"Will?" she asked concerningly.
I couldn't shake the obvious telling on my face, biting my lips inward while my eyes trailed off and away. When I looked back at her, I saw her pupils dilate and her irises lit up with intrigue. A noticeable shift created tension in the air.
"Did you?"
At that moment, she noticed the bump in my pants despite me trying to sit conspicuously. Her tongue licked intriguingly around her lips. I sat frozen once again, just staring while blinking nervously. The flame in my heart rekindled everytime she hinted at it.
"You did, didn't you?" she dragged out into an excited whisper.
Cam leaned closer to me, her piercing brown irises clear and reflecting the sunlit room. Her tender hand touched my thigh and began to rub it.
"You know you can tell me anything, right?"
"Yeah."
"And you'll always tell me the truth, right?"
