Growing lust

I woke up with a start... My heart racing as I tried to make sense of the strange, vivid dream that had just played out in my mind. It felt so real - like it actually happened. But deep down, I knew it couldn't be true.

Logan would never do something like that to me... He was family, after all. A trusted friend and confidant who always looked out for my best interests. The thought of him forcing himself on me was laughable.

Shaking off the lingering fog of sleep, I sat up and took stock of my surroundings... Realizing with a jolt that I was still fully dressed from the night before. My sweatpants were rumpled and damp with sweat, but otherwise everything seemed perfectly normal.

Had it really been just a dream? I wondered - running a hand through my tangled hair. Maybe Logan's friendly demeanor last night had simply carried over into some bizarre subconscious fantasy...

Just then, there was a soft knock at the door... Followed by Logan's cheerful voice calling out, "Morning Emily! Breakfast is ready downstairs."

I made my way downstairs, still feeling a bit groggy from the previous night's events... or lack thereof. Logan had set out a plate of pancakes and fresh fruit for me, along with a steaming mug of coffee.

"Morning sunshine," he said with a warm smile as I took my seat at the kitchen table. "Sleep well?"

"Mmm-hmm," I replied - digging into my food with gusto. The sweet flavors danced on my tongue as I chewed, but it was hard to focus on anything other than the strange dream that lingered in the back of my mind.

What if it wasn't just a dream? The thought sent shivers down my spine. What if Logan really did... you know...

My cheeks flushed hotly at the idea... A sudden dampness between my thighs betraying just how much those forbidden fantasies were affecting me. It was mortifying to think about - especially given our close family relationship.

But try as I might, I couldn't seem to shake off the lingering arousal coursing through my veins... Each bite of food only seemed to intensify the sensation, making me squirm uncomfortably in my seat.

Logan noticed my discomfort... His eyes narrowing slightly as he studied my face. "You okay, Emily? You look a bit flushed."

"Just a little warm from the pancakes," I lied - taking another sip of coffee to try and calm my racing thoughts. But it was no use... The dream (or whatever it was) had left an indelible mark on my psyche, and I could feel myself growing more and more **** for release with each passing second.

I needed to get out of here... Needed some time alone to process these twisted feelings before they consumed me completely. With that in mind, I finished up breakfast quickly and excused myself from the table.

"Thanks for breakfast, Logan," I said - giving him a quick peck on the cheek before heading upstairs. "I'm gonna go take a shower real quick..."

As soon as I closed the bathroom door behind me, I let out a shaky breath... Sliding down to the tile floor in a heap as I tried to make sense of everything. The dream, the arousal, the sheer taboo of it all...

It was wrong on so many levels... But God help me, I couldn't deny the intense desire that now pulsed through my very being. And with Logan's innocent act downstairs still fresh in my mind, I knew one thing for certain:

I would never be able to look at him the same way again...

As the warm water cascaded over my body in the shower, I couldn't help but let my mind wander back to that forbidden dream... The vivid images of Logan's hands on me, his cock thrusting deep inside my pussy...

I knew it was wrong... So incredibly taboo. But try as I might, I just couldn't seem to shake off the lingering arousal that still coursed through my veins. If anything, the knowledge that it had all been a product of my own twisted imagination only seemed to heighten the desire burning within me.

With a shaky breath, I reached down and began to touch myself... My fingers sliding through the slick folds of my sex as I imagined Logan's thick shaft filling me up once more. Each stroke sent jolts of pleasure coursing through my nerves, making me gasp softly into the steamy air.

Maybe it wasn't real... A small part of me whispered - even as another voice inside screamed for release. Maybe he would never actually do something like that...

But what if he did? The thought sent shivers down my spine. What if that dream was just a glimpse into the dark, forbidden desires that lurked deep within him... and me?

Lost in the haze of my own arousal, I couldn't bring myself to care about the morality of it all anymore. All that mattered was the intense pleasure building inside me with each passing second.

I needed more... Needed to chase this high until it consumed me completely. With a **** moan, I plunged two fingers deep into my dripping pussy - curling them just so as I imagined Logan's cock hitting those same spots.

"Yes," I hissed under my breath. "Fuck yes..."

The water continued to cascade over my body as I fingered myself mercilessly... My free hand gripping the shower wall for support as wave after wave of ecstasy washed over me. It was wrong, taboo, filthy... But God help me, it felt so damn good.