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I groaned as I woke up, looking around a foreign room with confusion and surprise. It took long moments as the haze of sleep cleared from my mind, and then I realized what happened. “Fuck…” I grumbled, pulling the pillow over my head. The silence of the room greeted me, and after a minute, I re-emerged to face the world.
Unlocking my phone to check my messages, I was immediately ambushed by my sister’s profile again, and unsurprisingly my already present morning wood became even more throbbingly urgent. I tried to distract myself with the rest of my notifications – apparently I had slept in long enough that my mother had already tried to call me, and left a few messages – but just as I was about to get to them, Kelly came crashing through my door without even a knock.
“Hey, what’s up Jake! I was wondering…”
I blinked at her, slowly, gauging how angry of a response I wanted to have. But that’s when I realized why she stopped talking. I looked into her eyes, then followed her gaze back toward me, only to find that my morning erection was proudly on display between us, the tip pointing directly at her face. I scrambled, pulling a blanket over my lap, my chest tight and pounding as we looked back up at each other.
“Look, I’m sorry, I just–“
I shook my head. The last thing I wanted to do was address the fact that the very reason I was hard was now standing in front of me. “Hey, Kelly… let’s not talk about it, ok? What’s up?”
Kelly began talking about some plans for the day, how she needed to get work done in her office but then she wanted to hang out after that. The moment she mentioned her office, I felt my body flush and become excited. Fuck, this wasn’t going well. My eyes glanced at my phone, betraying me.
“Well, you clearly seem distracted,” she teased, smirking as she said it. “What’s up, got a hot girl you’re interested in?”
Yeah, you, now get in bed with me… was what I almost said. I wasn’t like this normally, but apparently after last night something in me had changed. Regardless, I had to change the subject. “Mom tried to get in touch with me again. She still thinks I should come home to live with her instead of here with you.” I sighed and rolled my eyes; sorry mom, but I had to get sıhhiye escort Kelly off my back.
It worked, thankfully. She rolled her eyes, and turned back to the door. “Well, I don’t think you want to move your stuff twice, do you?” I laughed my confirmation back to her, and she laughed with me. “Besides, we’re going to have fun living together!”
She left and shut the door behind her. I crashed back onto the bed, groaning under my breath. Fuck, that was close. Images flitted through my mind’s eye unbidden, as if demonstrating what could have happened in an alternate timeline.
What if my sister had dropped to her knees and sucked me off?
What if she instead jacked me off all over her tits?
What if her hot, tight pussy enveloped my cock, milking it as she rode me in my bed?
It didn’t take much fantasy to get me stroking myself, and within moments another explosion rocked through my body. I nearly bit my tongue off trying to keep quiet this time, knowing Kelly was conscious somewhere in the house.
Thank goodness for ensuite bathrooms. I managed to slip in and clean up – thankfully steering clear of further mental distractions – before heading out into the rest of the house wearing shorts and a t-shirt. Silence greeted me. I cautiously took a peek around the living area, slowly making my way to the office door. I couldn’t hear anything going on, which only made it more maddening.
I walked back to my room, anxiously pacing a hole in the carpet. I figured I should be unpacking my stuff, setting up my computer, and generally working on setting up my new life in this house. Still, that only took a couple hours, and a glance out of my room revealed that Kelly was still busy. Great.
I did what anyone would in my situation and pulled up her profile again, this time on my desktop. KelTheBelle… hang on, I thought to myself. There was a new post. And… wow.
Just, wow.
“This fell out of my closet, guess it’s a sign ;)” was the caption. It was the chains and leather straps that I had seen and been perplexed by. It made more sense on a person, though. Wide strips of leather pushed up her curves – both front and back – and separated them, creating individual globes şırnak escort of flesh suspended up where they would be proud and full. And the chains? They connected the pieces, creating a look of golden metal crossing her body. Everything should have been exposed, though with her legs crossed and her arm across her chest, nothing too intimate was revealed to the camera. Still, my mind ran wild, imagining my sister’s forbidden anatomy.
Though… It didn’t have to be forbidden, I supposed, the dark temptation coming unbidden. I checked the timestamp on the post; only fifteen minutes had passed since it was uploaded. What were the odds that she’d have changed before posting, or since uploading it? I could just…
I shouldn’t. I knew I shouldn’t, yet I was still standing and contemplating going. What I should have done was lay down, maybe shamefully crank one out, and wait for Kelly to hang out tonight. That’s what I should have done.
Instead, I found myself at her office door, my hand already raised to knock. My mind ran wild with the possibility of her hot body posed and waiting for me, and I just needed to take the step. There was no chance of turning back, no hope anymore. Whatever punishment I’d face for this degeneracy, I’d have to accept it; I was too drunk on lust for my sister.
I knocked, harder than I anticipated. No answer. I knocked again, clearing my throat and calling out.
“Kel?”
“Uh, ah, one minute!” I could hear her scrambling, and I panicked. What if she was changing, because I knocked? I’d lose my chance just because I hesitated. I grabbed the doorknob and turned it. Part of me was surprised she left it unlocked, but perhaps that was her habit.
“Hey Kel, I’m coming in…” I said as I stepped through the doorway into the ‘office’. I froze, the floral and fruity scents bombarding my nose before I looked around. Kelly stood off to the side, dressed in the blouse she had been wearing earlier. Though, her pants were nowhere to be found, and the top was fully unbuttoned. Instead, underneath was the same clothing I’d hoped to see her in. Her breasts were pushed up and forward, showing off pert nipples through the thin fabric. Her blouse had caught and snagged on one of the söke escort chains – presumably from her rushed attempt to dress herself – and it revealed one of her hips. It was wide, wider than her clothes had ever suggested, and led to a round ass cheek that jiggled as she moved. And then, I saw it.
For the briefest of seconds, before her hands covered up her decency again, I saw her sex. I willed myself to take a mental photograph of the sight before me, praying I’d never forget what I saw. A mound of rosy pink flesh, tender and puffy, adorned by a trimmed crown of golden brown pubes. It glistened, twinkling in the room’s many dancing string lights as time seemed to slow down, letting me savor the moment.
But then, it passed. Kelly crossed her legs and immediately crouched down behind the bed, hiding all but her head and the top of her chest from view. Fire burned in her eyes, fire that reminded me of the fate I deserved for this. Still, it had already been worth it. Now I just had to save our relationship.
“You! What the fuck are you doing in here?!” Anger dripped through her voice, and she looked ready to come and kill me. I presumed the only thing saving my life right now was the fact that she’d have to re-expose herself to me if she crossed the room, and her priority seemed to be on preserving her decency.
“Look, it’s ok! I know what’s going on! I–” My pleading was cut short, interrupted by more yelling.
“How the fuck do you know what’s going on, hmm?!”
“I came in yesterday, and I…” I trailed off, seeing the anger in her eyes double over. “I… I don’t really have a good reason for coming in, I was just… bored, I guess?”
Kelly stood back up, legs together this time. Her eyes were wide, with a wild energy. “You were… bored!?!”
I winced, in physical pain. “I know, I know, I’m sorry! I shouldn’t have come in here. But, I don’t know… why didn’t you lock the door yesterday? Or today?” I shook my head; that line of thinking wouldn’t be helpful here. “Look, I’m sorry I came in yesterday, and I’m sorry I barged in today. But Kelly… I know.”
Her eyes widened, an emotion other than anger creeping in. Fear? Concern? Apprehension? I couldn’t tell what it was, but it was a look that I wanted to assuage as quickly as possible.
“I saw your profile. I know you’re KelTheBelle.”
Kelly’s eyes practically popped out of her eyes, and she took a staggering step forward to the bed. She whispered one word, before falling face forward onto the soft mattress.
“Fuck.”
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