long time. She didn't go to school, and she had a constant
fever that never broke except with medications, only to strike back again in no time.
I was so scared, and my parents were really worried about her – she looked like hell. She
lost a lot of weight and looked so pale; no one knew what was wrong with her. No one but
me.
Every time I went to her room to see how she was doing, I made sure that Mom or Dad
or one of our friends was with me, so as not to scare her. She always looked away; she never
looked at me, not for a second.
It killed me. I felt like a rapist.
Of all of the people in the whole world, I manage to hurt the one I loved the most.
It didn't make any difference that she came. I got her too horny to be in her right mind
and decide to push me away.
Climax or not… it was as fucked up as it ever could be. I killed her from the inside.
My sweet baby sister.
I knew what should I do to make it right for her. She'd be fine when I no longer
existed… I shou—
Knock. Knock.
The sound of knocking on my bathroom door shrugged me out of my thoughts. Only
one person would ever knock from there.
It couldn't be!
Could it?
I hurried to the bathroom door and opened it, maybe only to prove to myself that it was
an illusion and no one on the other side.
But I was wrong. Lily was standing there, looking so weak and pale, so sick and skinny
with a light shade of darkness under her eyes.
"Adrian, we need to talk."
The last thing I expected to see when I raised my head to look at what was happening to me,
was to find my brother's head … buried between my thighs! "Adrian! Oh, my God!" I
gushed.
It was like he didn't hear me at all, because he didn't stop, he didn't even slow down; on
the contrary, he was moving his tongue faster, and driving me crazy with every meaning
'driving me crazy' could have.
"Oh, God! What are yo— oh God!" I think I moaned the last part; I couldn't help it. He
touched my clit with his tongue and my eyes rolled to the back of my head. "Adria— oh
God, you can't d— Oh God!" It wasn't right. I tried telling him that he couldn't be doing
this to me, but the feeling of his tongue and what it did to me was overwhelming. Instead, I
kept on moaning, not able to say anything I wanted to say.
Unconsciously, I gripped his hair. He was using more tongue on my entrance, maybe
trying to taste more of my wetness. I didn't know, nor was I going to think about it, not right
then, and I tried to get him to focus on my clit more. My orgasm was building so fast inside
of me and I just wanted to get there.
He groaned into my sex, and it only drove me more insane. My orgasm was so close; I
felt it rushing to hit me so powerfully.
"Adrian! Please, Ah, Don—" What? Don't do this? Don't stop? I really didn't know. All I
could do was grip his hair more to force his head and tongue to stay in place. My orgasm
started to hit me in strong waves; it felt as if it would never end.
"Oh, oh, ahh!" At the same time, I heard Adrian moaning, but his moans were muffled
by my sex. God! This did not just happen! I stood up like something had just burned me,
breaking our contact. I sat as far away from him as I could on the bed, so my back was
hitting the headboard.
I was panting so hard, or was I not breathing at all? This did not just happen. It can't be. Oh,
my God. Oh, my God. Oh, my God! My brother didn't just do this to me. It can't be. It must be one of my
stupid dreams. No way my brother did this, there is just no way! Oh, God! Please let it be a dream. Just a
dream. Please. Please!
The shivers that were escaping my body assured me that I wasn't dreaming, not at all.
Pulling the sheets up to cover myself, I felt my body shaking as I stared into my brother's
eyes. Please, Adrian, tel me you didn't just do this. Oh, God!
"Lily!" he whispered, reaching for my shoulder with a shaky hand. My body
automatically flinched away, not welcoming his touch. "Lily, I'm sorry." The
fever that never broke except with medications, only to strike back again in no time.
I was so scared, and my parents were really worried about her – she looked like hell. She
lost a lot of weight and looked so pale; no one knew what was wrong with her. No one but
me.
Every time I went to her room to see how she was doing, I made sure that Mom or Dad
or one of our friends was with me, so as not to scare her. She always looked away; she never
looked at me, not for a second.
It killed me. I felt like a rapist.
Of all of the people in the whole world, I manage to hurt the one I loved the most.
It didn't make any difference that she came. I got her too horny to be in her right mind
and decide to push me away.
Climax or not… it was as fucked up as it ever could be. I killed her from the inside.
My sweet baby sister.
I knew what should I do to make it right for her. She'd be fine when I no longer
existed… I shou—
Knock. Knock.
The sound of knocking on my bathroom door shrugged me out of my thoughts. Only
one person would ever knock from there.
It couldn't be!
Could it?
I hurried to the bathroom door and opened it, maybe only to prove to myself that it was
an illusion and no one on the other side.
But I was wrong. Lily was standing there, looking so weak and pale, so sick and skinny
with a light shade of darkness under her eyes.
"Adrian, we need to talk."
The last thing I expected to see when I raised my head to look at what was happening to me,
was to find my brother's head … buried between my thighs! "Adrian! Oh, my God!" I
gushed.
It was like he didn't hear me at all, because he didn't stop, he didn't even slow down; on
the contrary, he was moving his tongue faster, and driving me crazy with every meaning
'driving me crazy' could have.
"Oh, God! What are yo— oh God!" I think I moaned the last part; I couldn't help it. He
touched my clit with his tongue and my eyes rolled to the back of my head. "Adria— oh
God, you can't d— Oh God!" It wasn't right. I tried telling him that he couldn't be doing
this to me, but the feeling of his tongue and what it did to me was overwhelming. Instead, I
kept on moaning, not able to say anything I wanted to say.
Unconsciously, I gripped his hair. He was using more tongue on my entrance, maybe
trying to taste more of my wetness. I didn't know, nor was I going to think about it, not right
then, and I tried to get him to focus on my clit more. My orgasm was building so fast inside
of me and I just wanted to get there.
He groaned into my sex, and it only drove me more insane. My orgasm was so close; I
felt it rushing to hit me so powerfully.
"Adrian! Please, Ah, Don—" What? Don't do this? Don't stop? I really didn't know. All I
could do was grip his hair more to force his head and tongue to stay in place. My orgasm
started to hit me in strong waves; it felt as if it would never end.
"Oh, oh, ahh!" At the same time, I heard Adrian moaning, but his moans were muffled
by my sex. God! This did not just happen! I stood up like something had just burned me,
breaking our contact. I sat as far away from him as I could on the bed, so my back was
hitting the headboard.
I was panting so hard, or was I not breathing at all? This did not just happen. It can't be. Oh,
my God. Oh, my God. Oh, my God! My brother didn't just do this to me. It can't be. It must be one of my
stupid dreams. No way my brother did this, there is just no way! Oh, God! Please let it be a dream. Just a
dream. Please. Please!
The shivers that were escaping my body assured me that I wasn't dreaming, not at all.
Pulling the sheets up to cover myself, I felt my body shaking as I stared into my brother's
eyes. Please, Adrian, tel me you didn't just do this. Oh, God!
"Lily!" he whispered, reaching for my shoulder with a shaky hand. My body
automatically flinched away, not welcoming his touch. "Lily, I'm sorry." The
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