Vanessa in the morning

The next morning, Ryan wakes up feeling groggy and disoriented. The events of yesterday still fresh in his mind. Thinking about how he had to bring himself to wank over Luna and Venessa provided much guilt, and shame. He groans, burying his face in his pillow.

He drags himself out of bed, throwing on a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt. He can't bring himself to shower, not when he knows he'll just end up jerking off again if he's left alone with his thoughts.

As he makes his way downstairs, he sees Vanessa in the kitchen, dressed in a pair of yoga pants and a tank top that hugs her curves. She's sipping a cup of coffee, her blonde hair pulled back in a messy bun.

“Morning, Ryan,” she greets him, her sky-blue eyes sparkling. “Sleep well?”

Ryan forces a smile, nodding. “Yeah, sure. You?” He tries to keep his gaze from wandering over her body, but it's a losing battle.

Vanessa shrugs, taking another sip of her coffee. “Can't complain. Luna's still asleep, by the way. I think she was up late last night.” She raises an eyebrow, her tone suggestive.

Ryan flushes, his mind immediately jumping to conclusions. Was Luna up late masturbating, the same way he spent my night?

He clears his throat, trying to push the thought away. "Uh, yeah. Teenagers, right?" He laughs awkwardly, grabbing a mug from the cabinet.

As he pours himself a cup of coffee, he can feel Vanessa's eyes on him. He can practically feel her gaze roaming over his body, taking in the way his sweatpants hang low on his hips, the way his t-shirt clings to his muscles.

***

Later that day.

Ryan is lounging by the pool, trying to enjoy the hot summer day. But his mind keeps wandering back to the events of the past few days - the sight of Vanessa in her yoga pants this mroning, the way Luna's shorts hugged her ass, the guilt and shame of jerking off to thoughts of his stepmother and stepsister.

He's startled out of his reverie by the sound of laughter and splashing. He looks up to see Luna emerging from the house, followed by a group of her friends. They're all dressed in skimpy bikinis, their young bodies glistening with sunscreen.

Ryan's eyes are immediately drawn to Luna. She's wearing a black string bikini that leaves little to the imagination, her pale skin contrasting sharply with the dark fabric. As she walks, her hips sway, the strings of her bikini bottoms riding up to reveal the curve of her ass.

He swallows hard, his mouth suddenly dry. He knows he shouldn't be looking at her like this, but he can't help it. She's just so... tempting.

Luna and her friends settle into the lounge chairs around the pool, their chatter filling the air. Ryan tries to focus on his book, but he can't seem to concentrate. Every time he glances up, he catches Luna's eye, and she quickly looks away, a faint blush coloring her cheeks.

As the day wears on, the girls grow bolder, their laughter louder and their movements more daring. They splash each other in the pool, their wet bodies glistening in the sun. They lounge on the edge of the pool, their long legs dangling in the water, their bikini tops straining against their breasts.

Ryan's cock is hard, straining against the fabric of his swim trunks. He knows he should go inside, should hide away until his desire passes. But he can't seem to tear his eyes away from the scene before him.

Ryan quickly grabs his book, holding it over his lap in a **** attempt to hide the obvious bulge straining against his swim trunks. His heart pounds in his chest as he feels Luna's eyes on him, her smirk growing wider with each passing second.