august pt.2 Unfinished

You hear the front door open and shut.

And footsteps walking down the hall to your sisters’ room.

A door opens and then slams shut.

She’s mad at you. You could recognize that sequence of sounds from a mile off. The entry and retreat of an angry younger sister.

Not that you can blame her, really, not after last time, when you… well.

You know it was wrong. You know you shouldn’t have, but it just felt so good, being inside her, feeling her walls pulse around your length, shooting your…

…Yeah, you definitely shouldn’t have done that. No wonder she’s mad.

You go through nearly two weeks with this as your routine.

Door opens. Slams. Footsteps to her room. Her door opens. Slams.

You occupy yourself with school and homework. You want to talk to her, to apologize for the horrible thing you did to her; hell, just to see her again.

But every day, it’s the same. Door opens. Slams. Footsteps. Door opens. Slams.

You mainly hide out in your room these days. You don’t even know what yhou’d say if she confronted you.

For you, it’s just a routine of classes, a couple hours of homework, and then crwling into bed to catch a few scant hours of sleep. College is harder than you thought.

In your dreams, you see her. You see her beautiful face, her smooth skin; you feel her breasts swell against your hands, her niples poking into your palms, your dick engulfed by her sweet, warm… NO.

No. It was a one-time thing. You can’t do it again. You never should have done it in the first place.

…But you can’t get the sensation out of your head.

Your little sister’s pussy. Warm, wet, tight. Wrapping around your cock like a vice.

Her body, petite; easily wrapped in your arms.

Her lips, sweet and sm

*small, pressed against yours, hungry.

….

NO. Don’t think about it. That’s not allowed. NONE of it is allowed. You tasted the forbidden fruit, and now you have to forget it.

You have to forget how swwet it was… how warm and wet and NO.

You jerk awake, and looke at the clock. It’s nearly 6 am. almost time to get up.

Class is at eight. You have to get up, unwrap your sister from yourself, take shower, get dressed, eat breakfast, head to wait what was that one part about your sister

You look down, and there she is. Snuggled against you, fast asleep, not a care in the world. Lauren, her arms wrapped around your midrrif, her head nestled into your shoulder.

Your heart skips several beats. Your little sister, the one you’ve loved for so long, the one you…