Next Morning

Sunlight streamed through the sheer pink curtains, hitting Aaron squarely in the face. He groaned, instinctively trying to roll over and bury his face in the pillow, but a strange, foreign weight on his chest stopped him. His eyes fluttered open, and for a split second, confusion reigned. The room was too bright, too neat, and smelled overwhelmingly of vanilla and dried sweat.

Then, the memories of the previous night crashed into him.

He looked down. He was completely naked, sprawled diagonally across Hailey’s bed. The sheets were a tangled mess around his legs, kicked off in the heat of his nocturnal marathon. His—no, *her*—body was on display in the morning light: the soft curve of her waist, the pale mounds of her breasts rising and falling with his breath, and the faint, dried evidence of his broken promise shimmering on her inner thighs.

He let out a snore—a soft, feminine snort that woke him up fully. He stretched, feeling a delicious stiffness in Hailey’s muscles, a physical echo of the pleasure he’d wrung out of her.

*Thump. Thump. Thump.*

Three loud knocks on the door shattered the peace.

"Yo! Aaron? You awake in there?"

Panic, cold and sharp, spiked through him. It was Cody.

"Shit!" Aaron hissed in Hailey's voice. He scrambled off the bed, his coordination slightly off as he wasn't used to the center of gravity yet. He tripped over the discarded purple robe but managed to lunge toward the door just as the handle began to turn.

"I'm coming in, I need my charger—"

"No!" Aaron shrieked, slamming his shoulder against the wood. He could feel the resistance on the other side as Cody tried to push it open. Aaron planted his bare feet into the carpet, bracing Hailey’s body with all his might against the frame. "Don't come in!"

"Whoa, easy!" Cody’s muffled voice came through the door. The pressure on the handle eased up. "What's the deal? You decent?"

Aaron looked down at himself. He was the opposite of decent. He was naked, disheveled, and looked thoroughly ravaged. "Not even close! Just... give me a minute, okay?"

There was a pause, heavy with awkwardness. "Right. Sorry," Cody mumbled. Then, his voice dropped a little lower, tinged with a weird mix of curiosity and concern. "Uh... you still... in there? I mean, are you still... her?"

Aaron pressed his forehead against the cool wood of the door, catching his breath. He looked down at his hands—Hailey’s delicate, manicured hands—resting on the doorframe. "Yeah," he replied, his voice breathless. "Yeah, I'm still in her. I... I couldn't figure out how to leave."

"Okay. Good. I mean, not good, but... at least Ramsey didn't come back," Cody said. "Just hurry up, man. I'm starving. I'm making breakfast."

"I'll be down soon," Aaron promised.

He listened as Cody’s heavy footsteps retreated down the hallway and descended the stairs. Only then did Aaron sag against the door, letting out a long, shaky exhale. He was safe.

He turned back to the room, intending to grab clothes, but as he passed the en-suite bathroom, he caught his reflection in the mirror again. The morning light was even more flattering than the moonlight. Hailey’s hair was a messy, sexy halo around her head. Her lips were swollen. The sight of her—of *himself* as her—sent a fresh jolt of electricity straight to his groin.

The urge was instantaneous and overpowering. It was the "morning wood" equivalent for a girl, but multiplied by a thousand because of the novelty.

*Just a quick shower,* he told himself. *I need to clean up anyway.*

He stepped into the bathroom and locked the door, turning on the shower to mask any noise. But he didn’t get in immediately. Instead, he leaned back against the sink, his hands roaming over Hailey’s curves with a familiarity he had acquired only hours ago.

"Sorry, Cody," he whispered, a wicked grin spreading across Hailey's face.

He didn't waste time. He knew the buttons to push now. His fingers found their way between her legs, slippery and eager. The sensation was explosive, his sensitivity heightened by the morning arousal. He gasped, his head falling back as his fingers worked a frantic

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](http://magic.It) was too good to stop. The first climax hit him within sixty seconds, a sharp, blinding contraction that made his knees buckle. He barely gave Hailey’s body time to recover before he was at it again, chasing the high. He needed to make up for lost time, for every rejection, for every day he spent as a nerd while girls like Hailey walked the halls.

He frigged himself relentlessly, driven by a greedy, bottomless hunger. He climaxed a second time, biting his own wrist to stifle a scream. Then a third, this one leaving him sliding down the wall to sit on the bathmat, panting, trembling, and utterly spent.

"Three times," he murmured, dazed, staring at the ceiling. "Before breakfast."

It took him ten minutes to actually shower and scrub away the evidence of his night and morning. He dressed Hailey in a pair of grey sweatpants and a tight white tank top—an outfit that was comfortable but still accentuated the rack he was currently sporting.

When Aaron finally walked into the kitchen, the smell of bacon and burnt toast hung in the air. Cody was standing by the stove, shirtless, flipping eggs. He looked up as Aaron entered.

"Finally," Cody said, plating the eggs. "Thought you fell back asleep."

Aaron walked over to the counter, leaning against it with a casual grace that felt increasingly natural. He felt lighter, looser, his mood significantly improved by his bathroom session.

"Nah," Aaron said, grabbing a piece of toast. "Just... lots of hair to deal with. It's a process."

Cody eyed him for a second, his gaze flickering down to Hailey’s chest before quickly snapping back up to her eyes. He cleared his throat. "So... how was it? The night, I mean. Weird sleeping in... that?"

Aaron took a bite of the toast, chewing slowly as he formulated his lie. He couldn't tell Cody that he had spent the last eight hours turning his sister's body into his personal playground. He couldn't tell him that he knew exactly what Hailey sounded like when she screamed, or that he had just climaxed three times while Cody was cracking eggs downstairs.

"Honestly?" Aaron said, swallowing. "It was fine. Slept like a log. Weird dreams, obviously, but... comfortable."

"Comfortable," Cody repeated, looking relieved. "That's good. I was worried you'd be freaking out or something."

"Nope," Aaron said, popping the rest of the toast into his mouth and turning to the fridge to hide his smirk. "Chill as a cucumber."

He grabbed the orange juice, his eyes wandering down to his own chest again. He felt the soft fabric of the tank top stretch against his nipples, which were still tender and sensitive from his morning activities. A thrill of secret, dirty pleasure curled in his gut.

*If you only knew, buddy,* Aaron thought, pouring a glass. *If you only knew.*