Hide in the closet

Panic grips Ryan as he hears Luna and her friends approaching. In a split-second decision, he darts towards the closet, yanking it open and diving inside just as the bedroom door swings wide. He closes the door behind him, his heart pounding so loudly that he's sure they must be able to hear it.

The closet is cramped and dark, filled with the scent of Luna's clothes. Ryan presses himself against the back wall, trying to make himself as small as possible. He can hear Luna and her friends entering the room, their voices high and excited from their time in the pool.

“That was so much fun!” one of Luna's friends exclaims. “We should do this more often.”

“Yeah, especially if Ryan's going to join us,” another giggles. “It’s great that you’ve got a step brother that’s easy on the eyes.”

Ryan's face flushes at the comment, his cock twitching traitorously in his swim trunks. He tries to focus on anything but the feeling of Luna's panties in his pocket, the scent of her still clinging to his fingers.

Luna scoffs, rolling her eyes.

There's a moment of silence, broken only by the rustling of clothes as the girls change out of their swimsuits. Ryan's mind races, wondering what they're wearing now, what they look like...

Suddenly, he hears Luna's voice, closer than before. “I'm going to take a quick shower. You guys can hang out here for a bit if you want.”

The other girls agree, their voices fading as they settle in to wait for Luna. Ryan holds his breath, his heart in his throat. He knows he can’t move without being caught which would be a complete and utter disaster.

The other girls all remain in the room, their voices low and conspiratorial.

“Do you think Luna would ever try anything with Ryan?” one of them asks.

“Of course not,” another replies. “He's her stepbrother. That's just gross.”

Ryan's stomach twists at their words, a mix of shame and frustration welling up inside him. He knows they're right, knows that what he feels for Luna is wrong. But he can't help it, can't stop the desire that consumes him every time he looks at her.

The minutes tick by, each one feeling like an eternity. Ryan's leg is starting to cramp from being stuck in the same position for so long, but he doesn't dare move. He can't risk making a sound, can't risk being discovered.

Finally, after what feels like hours, Luna returns to the room, and eventually the girls start to gather their things, their voices rising in volume as they prepare to leave.

“Thanks for hanging out,” one of them says. “We should do this again soon.”

“Definitely,” Luna agrees. “Just not with Ryan around.”

The girls laugh, their footsteps fading as they exit the room. Ryan waits until he's sure they're gone before he allows himself to breathe, his lungs expanding with relief.