Prom!

On the way, Sarah stays close, her arm linked with yours. The night air is cool, and the distant sound of music grows louder with every step.

Sarah glances around to make sure no one is nearby before speaking in a hushed, slightly embarrassed tone.

“So… I should probably warn you,” she says, biting her lip. “The girls kind of already know about us.”

You raise an eyebrow. “How much do they know?”

Sarah’s cheeks flush. “Pretty much everything. All the sneaking around, the late-night visits, the… sounds coming from my room.” She lets out a nervous laugh. “They’re not idiots. After the third time they caught me coming back all messy and flushed, they basically cornered me a week ago and made me spill it. They know we’re not just ‘hanging out as cousins.’”

She squeezes your arm tighter.

“They mostly said it’s none of their business… but they teased the hell out of me for like two days straight. Calling me ‘**** girl’ and asking if I moan louder for family dick. It was so embarrassing.” Sarah covers her face with her free hand for a moment. “They promised they won’t tell anyone though. Said as long as we’re careful, they don’t care. Angie even said it’s kind of hot.”

She looks up at you with those big eyes, a mix of guilt and excitement on her face.

“Guess we weren’t as sneaky as we thought, huh?”

Before you can reply, the two of you reach the gym. The building has been completely transformed for the night.

The large space is dimly lit with strings of fairy lights and colored spotlights casting soft reds, purples, and blues across the walls. A makeshift stage at the far end has a DJ playing upbeat pop and dance music. The basketball court floor is covered with temporary tiles, and round tables line the sides with snacks, punch bowls, and decorative centerpieces. Balloons and streamers in the school colors hang from the rafters.

The atmosphere is lively but strangely unbalanced. There are easily five or six girls for every guy present. Most girls are in groups, chatting and laughing loudly, many already dancing in clusters. A few couples or girls dragging one of the rare boys onto the dance floor stand out. The air smells like perfume, hairspray, and sugary punch. Laughter and excited squeals echo off the high ceiling.

You notice several heads turning your way as you enter with Sarah, curious glances at one of the few guys showing up with a date. A couple of girls whisper to each other while looking at Sarah’s low-cut red dress and impressive cleavage.

Sarah leans in closer to you, her soft breast pressing against your arm.

“Remember,” she whispers with a small smile, “in public we’re just cousins keeping each other company. No matter how much I want you to drag me into a bathroom and fuck me in this dress…”

Her voice is playful but there’s real heat behind it.