I sit across from Jared at the dinner table, my heart racing with excitement and nervousness. The family chatter fills the room, but our secret game makes everything else fade into the background. I can feel his foot gently pressing against mine, a daring yet innocent touch that thickens the air with unspoken tension.

My cousin Jared is a few years older than I, tall and athletic, with an easy smile that makes my heart flutter. For months now, we've been sneaking around, exploring a kinky side of our desires that we can't share with anyone else.

Tonight, like many nights before, Jared and I are sitting opposite each other at the dinner table. His foot moves from a subtle nudge to a full-on game of footsie under the table. His toes press against my ankle, sliding up my bare leg until he reaches my knee. I try to keep a straight face, but I can feel the warmth spreading from where his foot makes contact.

"Pass the potatoes, please," I say, trying to act normal while Jared’s foot moves higher. My aunt, his mother, hands me the bowl of mashed potatoes. I keep my eyes on the bowl as I scoop some onto my plate, my breath hitching when Jared’s foot reaches the inside of my thigh.

“Lia, how was school today?” my mom asks, slicing through the silence occupied only by the clinking of silverware.

“It was good, Mom,” I reply. My voice sounds normal, at least I hope it does. Jared’s foot continues up my inner thigh until his toes brush against the hem of my shorts. My cheeks flush, but I force a smile. “Just the usual stuff.”

Jared gives me a knowing smirk from across the table. His brown eyes sparkle with mischief, making my heart race even faster. I can’t help but shift in my seat because his foot presses against the crotch of my shorts. I bite my lip to stifle a moan.

He grins wider and starts to make small, circular motions against me. I squirm in my seat, squeezing my legs together to contain the building sensation.

“Lia, are you okay, sweetheart?” my father asks.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” I say too quickly. “Just need to use the restroom.”

I push my chair back and stand up, making a hasty exit toward the bathroom. As soon as I'm out of the dining room, I lean against the hallway wall and take a deep breath, trying to calm my racing heart and the wetness pooling between my legs.

I make it to the bathroom and close the door behind me, leaning against it momentarily while I catch my breath. I need a few minutes alone to collect myself.

As I stand there, digging through my purse for a lip balm, my phone buzzes in my pocket. I pulled it out and saw a text from Jared.

“Unlock the door.”

My heart skips a beat. I should say no. I should resist. But the part of me that craves him and the thrill of potentially getting caught makes me reach for the lock.

With trembling fingers, I unlock the door and send a quick reply: “It’s unlocked.”

I wait, hoping no one else enters the hallway until Jared arrives. It seems like an eternity, but seconds later, the door handle turns gently, and he slips inside, locking it behind him.

“Hey,” he whispers, his face already inches from mine. His eyes are full of desire and that familiar glint of mischief.

“Hey,” I whisper back, barely audible even to my ears.

He leans in, capturing my lips in a deep, fiery kiss. His hands immediately reach my waist, sliding under my t-shirt and up my back. His touch is electric, making me moan softly into his mouth.

The kiss becomes more urgent, and he backs me against the sink. His hands grip my shirt and pull it off effortlessly. Within seconds, I am standing there in just my shorts and a lacy, black bra that makes my small breasts look a bit more pronounced.

“You look so sexy,” he breathes against my neck as his lips trail down to my collarbone. He cups my breasts, his fingers tweaking my nipples through the lace until they harden.

“Jared, we need to be fast,” I remind him as I arch into his touch.

“I know, I know,” he murmurs. His hand slides down to unbutton my shorts and pushes them down along with my panties until they pool at my feet.

Quickly unzipping his pants and letting his already stiff cock spring free. He lifts me and sets me on the edge of the sink.

“Wrap your legs around me,” he says.

I do as he says, and he lines his cock up with my entrance. He pushes into me slowly, filling me up completely.

We both let out a synchronized groan as he bottoms out inside me.

“Oh, fuck,” he hisses. “You feel so tight and wet.”

“Fuck me,” I say.

He starts to thrust, his hands gripping my hips hard as he begins to move faster. The tightness of the small space makes everything feel more intense. The sound of our bodies slapping together fills the bathroom, along with our heavy breathing and stifled moans.

“You’re so fucking beautiful, Lia,” he whispers. His hand reaches out to cup my breast, pinching my nipple just hard enough to make me gasp.

“I love you,” I whisper back.

“Love you too,” he responds, his thrusts becoming more urgent.

I can feel myself close to another orgasm building, the friction of his cock inside me making me whimper.

“Jared, I’m almost there,” I say, my legs tightening around him.

“Me too,” he growls.

He delivers a few more powerful thrusts until his muscles tense, and I can feel him release deep inside me. I come with him, my orgasm swamping my senses until I’m a quivering mess in his arms.

“We should probably clean up and get back,” he says, still breathing hard.

“Yeah,” I agree, reluctantly pulling away from him.

After a quick cleanup and a few stolen kisses, I make myself look as presentable as possible and exit the bathroom first. A few moments later, Jared follows.

We return to the dinner table, exchanging secret smiles while trying to act normal. The adults are still deep in conversation, completely unaware of what happened.

We continue eating dinner as though nothing happened, yet Jared's foot finds mine under the table again occasionally.

The game continues.