her by acting all douchey with her again.
Maybe she'l just leave, and this will end wel with each of us sleeping in our own beds.
But, of course, she didn't leave.
My poor sweet little sister was too scared to go back to her room.
Her fingertips started touching me again; this time, she was touching my scar. I couldn't
shrug her hand away this time. I knew it would break her heart; she'd think I regretted what I
once did for … myself .
She thought that I gave her my kidney so she could live, but the truth was, I gave her
my kidney so that I could live, because I simply couldn't live without her.
If she dies, I die. End of the story.
I held her hand, since it was the safest thing for me to touch in her body, and I assured
her that I loved her more than anything in this whole world. And it was true. I loved her
unconditionally. And that would never change. Ever.
The kiss I left on her forehead burned my lips. I couldn't help but feel how soft and
beautiful her skin felt. God! If I just could stop it…
She fell asleep after our heart-to-heart talk, or my little confession to be clearer. I missed
that so much. I missed my sister. But I couldn't do any better more than I was doing now, I
had to remain an asshole to her and after what she said –about how she loved me— I had to
work a little bit harder.
I stared at her sleeping form. She looked so peaceful, so much at ease. She was wearing
a 'Hello! Kitty' tank top that was white and made her look all innocent and pure.
Like always, she was so innocent and pure … my sweet little sister.
Her left hand was under her cheek, and her other was still holding my hand. I was
grateful for the distance between us, but I still couldn't help but want more. Closer.
My eyes rested on the line that her tits made in the middle of her chest. It looked so
fucking hot and it was screaming my fucking name. I knew it wasn't right. I knew that the
guilt would kill me if I did something to her like I had done before.
I knew I shouldn't. But also, I couldn't stop.
I couldn't have her right in front of my eyes and not be able to touch her. Eventually, I
couldn't keep my hands to myself. I touched her. I touched the line that had been glaring at
me all of this time. It was begging me to touch it and I just couldn't ignore its calls anymore.
She felt in-fucking-credible! So fucking soft, it felt like silk, the fucking softest silk ever
known on earth.
I couldn't bear the thought of not kissing her, so I did. I meant to kiss her neck once,
but the softness of her neck and the smell of her skin made me kiss her again and again and
again.
It seemed like I wasn't able to stop! I pulled her to my body and ground my erection
into her.
Fuck! Not that again!
I thought better of it, not sure if it was because I didn't want to jizz my boxers again to
the sight of my sister, or the feel of her for the matter, or because I didn't want to come so
fast and end this. I think it was the latter though.
I knew that once I finished this, the guilt, embarrassment, and shame would kick in…
So, I wanted to delay it a little. If I was going to feel guilty for this, I had to make it worthwhile.
She moaned when my tongue made contact with her skin, and my heart about stopped.
I froze in my place to see if I woke her but found that I hadn't.
I was somehow feeling happy that I made her feel good, or that's what I was convincing
myself in order to keep going. I kept telling myself that she indeed felt good because of my
touches on her body.
One moan after another started to escape her beautiful lips, a new one with every new
thing I did to her. Her tits felt amazing in my hands; I wanted to never stop touching them.
I tried my best not to wake her and fondled her tits ever so tenderly, still afraid to wake
her. When her eyes remained closed, I knew she was in a deep sleep and wouldn't wake up. I
turned her on her back and started kissing wherever I could reach with my lips
Maybe she'l just leave, and this will end wel with each of us sleeping in our own beds.
But, of course, she didn't leave.
My poor sweet little sister was too scared to go back to her room.
Her fingertips started touching me again; this time, she was touching my scar. I couldn't
shrug her hand away this time. I knew it would break her heart; she'd think I regretted what I
once did for … myself .
She thought that I gave her my kidney so she could live, but the truth was, I gave her
my kidney so that I could live, because I simply couldn't live without her.
If she dies, I die. End of the story.
I held her hand, since it was the safest thing for me to touch in her body, and I assured
her that I loved her more than anything in this whole world. And it was true. I loved her
unconditionally. And that would never change. Ever.
The kiss I left on her forehead burned my lips. I couldn't help but feel how soft and
beautiful her skin felt. God! If I just could stop it…
She fell asleep after our heart-to-heart talk, or my little confession to be clearer. I missed
that so much. I missed my sister. But I couldn't do any better more than I was doing now, I
had to remain an asshole to her and after what she said –about how she loved me— I had to
work a little bit harder.
I stared at her sleeping form. She looked so peaceful, so much at ease. She was wearing
a 'Hello! Kitty' tank top that was white and made her look all innocent and pure.
Like always, she was so innocent and pure … my sweet little sister.
Her left hand was under her cheek, and her other was still holding my hand. I was
grateful for the distance between us, but I still couldn't help but want more. Closer.
My eyes rested on the line that her tits made in the middle of her chest. It looked so
fucking hot and it was screaming my fucking name. I knew it wasn't right. I knew that the
guilt would kill me if I did something to her like I had done before.
I knew I shouldn't. But also, I couldn't stop.
I couldn't have her right in front of my eyes and not be able to touch her. Eventually, I
couldn't keep my hands to myself. I touched her. I touched the line that had been glaring at
me all of this time. It was begging me to touch it and I just couldn't ignore its calls anymore.
She felt in-fucking-credible! So fucking soft, it felt like silk, the fucking softest silk ever
known on earth.
I couldn't bear the thought of not kissing her, so I did. I meant to kiss her neck once,
but the softness of her neck and the smell of her skin made me kiss her again and again and
again.
It seemed like I wasn't able to stop! I pulled her to my body and ground my erection
into her.
Fuck! Not that again!
I thought better of it, not sure if it was because I didn't want to jizz my boxers again to
the sight of my sister, or the feel of her for the matter, or because I didn't want to come so
fast and end this. I think it was the latter though.
I knew that once I finished this, the guilt, embarrassment, and shame would kick in…
So, I wanted to delay it a little. If I was going to feel guilty for this, I had to make it worthwhile.
She moaned when my tongue made contact with her skin, and my heart about stopped.
I froze in my place to see if I woke her but found that I hadn't.
I was somehow feeling happy that I made her feel good, or that's what I was convincing
myself in order to keep going. I kept telling myself that she indeed felt good because of my
touches on her body.
One moan after another started to escape her beautiful lips, a new one with every new
thing I did to her. Her tits felt amazing in my hands; I wanted to never stop touching them.
I tried my best not to wake her and fondled her tits ever so tenderly, still afraid to wake
her. When her eyes remained closed, I knew she was in a deep sleep and wouldn't wake up. I
turned her on her back and started kissing wherever I could reach with my lips
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