Take a cold shower to try and calm down

Luke, as Amanda, hurried down the hallway, his heart pounding in his chest, his body aching with a need he barely understood. He pushed open the bathroom door, his breath coming in short, shallow gasps. He locked the door behind him, leaning against it for a moment, trying to catch his breath.

He looked at himself in the mirror, his eyes widening at the sight of Amanda staring back at him. Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes bright with arousal. He could see the rise and fall of her chest, the swell of her breasts beneath the yellow sundress. He could feel the heat between his legs, the dampness in his panties, the throbbing ache that begged for release.

He turned away from the mirror, his mind made up. He needed to cool down, to calm this raging desire. He turned on the shower, the cold water hissing as it hit the tiles. He stepped under the spray, gasping at the shock of the cold water against his heated skin.

He stood there for a moment, letting the water cascade over him, soaking his dress, his hair, his body. He could feel the cold seeping into his bones, the heat of his arousal slowly ebbing away. But it wasn't enough. The ache was still there, the need still burning inside him.

He reached up, his hands trembling slightly as he unbuttoned the sundress. He slipped it off his shoulders, letting it fall to the floor of the shower, the yellow fabric stark against the white tiles. He stood there, the water cascading over his body, his pink bra and panties clinging to his skin, leaving little to the imagination.

He reached behind his back, unhooking the bra, letting it fall away. His breasts spilled free, the cold water making his nipples harden, the dark pink buds standing out against the pale flesh of his breasts. He cupped them in his hands, marveling at their weight, their softness, their perfection.

He slid his hands down his body, his fingers tracing the curve of his waist, the flare of his hips. He hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his panties, sliding them down his legs, revealing the neatly trimmed triangle of dark hair, the soft, pink folds of his pussy.

He stood there, naked, the water cascading over his body, his heart pounding with a mix of excitement and trepidation. He knew what he was about to do was wrong, taboo, forbidden. But he couldn't stop himself. The need was too great, the desire too overwhelming.

He reached down, his fingers sliding through his pubic hair, the coarse texture sending a shiver of pleasure through him. He found his clit, the small, hard nub at the apex of his folds, and began to rub it gently, feeling a surge of pleasure that made him gasp.

He slid a finger inside himself, feeling the tight, wet heat of his pussy. He moved his finger in and out, slowly at first, then faster, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps. He could feel the pleasure building, the tension coiling in his belly, the heat spreading through his body.

He added a second finger, then a third, stretching himself open, feeling the slick, wet sounds of his fingers moving in and out of his pussy. He could smell the musky scent of his arousal, the sweet, tangy smell of Amanda's body. He could taste it on his fingers, the salty, bitter taste of his own desire.

He rubbed his clit faster, his fingers moving in tight, quick circles, his breath coming in short, sharp pants. He could feel the pleasure building, the tension coiling tighter and tighter, until finally, it snapped, and he came with a cry, his body convulsing, his pussy clenching around his fingers, his mind blanking out in a wave of pure, white-hot pleasure.

He stood there, his body trembling, his breath coming in ragged gasps. He could feel the water cascading over him, cooling his heated skin, washing away the evidence of his desire. He looked down at his body, Amanda's body, glistening with water and flushed with pleasure.

He had never felt anything like this before, never experienced such intense, all-consuming pleasure. And he knew, in that moment, that he wanted more. He wanted to explore this body, this power, this desire. He wanted to push the boundaries, to test the limits, to see how far he could go.

But for now, he needed to get out of the shower, to get dressed, to face his siblings as Amanda once again. He turned off the water, stepping out of the shower, his body still trembling with the aftershocks of his orgasm. He wrapped a towel around himself, the soft fabric clinging to his wet skin.

He looked at himself in the mirror, his eyes meeting Amanda's gaze. He saw the desire in her eyes, the hunger, the need. And he knew that this was only the beginning. This was just the first step on a journey of exploration, of discovery, of pleasure. And he couldn't wait to see where it would take him next.

{What do you do next, Luke (as Amanda)?}

Option 1 - Get dressed and return to Jake and Holly, trying to act normal.

Option 2 - Explore the house further, interacting with other siblings.

Option 3 - Retreat to Amanda's bedroom, needing some time to process what just happened.