Mason

You're laying asleep in your bed, the room completely dark and silent except for the gentle ticking of a clock, your body laid unconscious and peaceful. In such a blissful sleep, unassuming and trusting of all around you, it's easy not to hear the gentle creaking of your door slowly opening.

Mason looks down at your sleeping body, his mouth slightly agape. His usually proper and handsome appearance is disheveled, tired, messy from hours of tossing and turning in his bed. His obsession with you has come to a head- for the past few nights he's been unable to sleep. His love for you is so strong that it hurts.

He looks down at your tired body and time seems to stop, his heart beating fast and his breath quickening. He slowly moves toward you, mind hazy with lust and love so much that he doesn't care anymore about the consequences. "Nobody would believe you.." He whispers.

He gently climbs onto your bed, his tired expression slowly turning into a gentle smile, too sweet and innocent looking for the dark, depraved act he wishes to perform on his own sibling. His hands dance along your thighs, feeling up your skin as his breath hitches at the feeling. He can't help but let out a breezy laugh, noticing he's already hard.

"So soft.." He mumbles, and his hands trail higher and higher into more dangerous territory. He knows that he can turn back now and things will be okay, it can go back to normal, but he doesn't want that. He can't stand it anymore. He needs the nagging feeling of needing you to end.

His fingers slip easily underneath your undergarments, his eyes widening momentarily as you immediately stir awake. Before you can even react, his smile has already returned, and he's holding you down easily with his free hand. "Hey... just try to relax, okay...?"