The July evening hums with summer’s restless pulse, the backyard bathed in the fading glow of a sunset that refuses to let go. I’m nineteen, home from college, caught in that strange limbo between who I was and who I’m becoming. Kylie, my sister, is eighteen now, and tonight she’s dragged me out to the backyard for a nostalgic campout, like we’re kids again. But the air feels different—charged, heavy with unspoken possibilities. After last summer’s moments in the guest room, where boundaries blurred and secrets were born, I can’t look at her the same. Her laughter, her teasing glances, the way her body moves—they pull at something deep inside me. As we crawl into the tent, the scent of grass and nylon wrapping around us, I sense the night is about to unravel us both, drawing us into a dangerous dance we can’t resist.