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It was almost three in the morning, and the house, a tomb of silence, seemed to stalk me like a cruel bitch, ready to swallow me whole. I wandered the hallways, damn near naked, just a torn pair of boxers covering my dick, hunting for my phone charger, this insignificant piece of shit that, in those dead hours, became a fucking obsession.
The living room, I thought, maybe I left it there. Every step made the floorboards groan, a wooden whimper echoing like a snitch. The silence was so thick I could hear the blood pounding in my temples, a dull drum reminding me I was alive, even if I wanted to vanish. But my mind kept drifting back to Hannahβs room, my sister, just down the hall. She slept light as fuck, and any noise could make her open the door and catch me in this mess.
Passing the guest room, where Amelia, my mom, holed up for the weekend, a sliver of light slipped through the cracked door, like an invitation to damnation. I figured sheβd crashed, worn out from the dayβs bullshit, leaving the lamp on, a victim of the laziness that comes with a broken heart. My plan was just to shut the door, a dumb, almost kind gesture to keep the light from bugging Hannah. But what I saw stopped me cold, like fate, with its sadistic laugh, had jammed a knife in my chest.
Through the gap, Ameliaβs silhouette cut through the dimness. She was sprawled on the bed, wearing a silk nightgown so thin it was a fucking tease, the fabric bunched up her thighs, her pussy almost on display, her pale skin glowing like sin itself. Her hand, slow and filthy, was rubbing her clit hard, slick fingers sliding back and forth, making the bed creak. Every muffled moan was a punch, every sigh a blow dragging me into the abyss. My dick, that traitorous son of a bitch, got hard instantly, straining against my boxers, a hot shame I couldnβt hide.
But the thought of Hannah, sleeping just feet away, made me sweat bullets, if she heard those moans, we were fucked.
I knew I had to bolt, that this scene was a trap set by the devil or God, who the hell knows?, but my feet were glued to the floor. My hand, without my say-so, grazed the bulge in my boxers, squeezing my throbbing dick like it had a mind of its own. Her movements were hypnotic, a shadow dance swallowing me whole. Her moans grew sharper, almost a howl, and I, lost in that trance, didnβt notice when she stopped. Her eyes, two beacons in the dark, locked onto the door.
My heart went wild, a crazed horse in my chest. I stepped back, praying the shadows would eat me, that the world would forget me, praying Hannah wouldnβt hear a thing. But Ameliaβs voice, deep, raspy, laced with a certainty that broke me, cut through the silence: βI know youβre there. Get in here, damn it.β
Caught. Heat rushed to my face, a bonfire of guilt and lust. I tried to think, but my hard-on and the fear of Hannah waking up clouded everything. I took a deep breath, pushed the door open, and stepped in, eyes on the floor like a condemned man scared of the executioner, my heart pounding at the thought that any sound could bring my sister into this hell. Amelia sat up on the bed, her shameless gaze roaming my body, lingering on the bulge I couldnβt hide. βShut the door,β she ordered, her tone both a command and a promise of a fuck, βand keep it quiet, I donβt want your sister snooping.β
I obeyed, locking the door carefully to avoid noise, my pulse racing, my breath caught in my throat. She slid off the bed, her bare feet silent on the floor, a panther ready to pounce. Without a word, she knelt in front of me, her fingers brushing the waistband of my boxers with a gentleness that didnβt match the hunger in her eyes. She yanked the fabric down, and my dick sprang free, rock-hard, the tip glistening. Her eyes lit up, a mix of surprise and desire, as her red nails, the color of sin, traced my cock with a slowness that was pure torture. Read More
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The living room, I thought, maybe I left it there. Every step made the floorboards groan, a wooden whimper echoing like a snitch. The silence was so thick I could hear the blood pounding in my temples, a dull drum reminding me I was alive, even if I wanted to vanish. But my mind kept drifting back to Hannahβs room, my sister, just down the hall. She slept light as fuck, and any noise could make her open the door and catch me in this mess.
Passing the guest room, where Amelia, my mom, holed up for the weekend, a sliver of light slipped through the cracked door, like an invitation to damnation. I figured sheβd crashed, worn out from the dayβs bullshit, leaving the lamp on, a victim of the laziness that comes with a broken heart. My plan was just to shut the door, a dumb, almost kind gesture to keep the light from bugging Hannah. But what I saw stopped me cold, like fate, with its sadistic laugh, had jammed a knife in my chest.
Through the gap, Ameliaβs silhouette cut through the dimness. She was sprawled on the bed, wearing a silk nightgown so thin it was a fucking tease, the fabric bunched up her thighs, her pussy almost on display, her pale skin glowing like sin itself. Her hand, slow and filthy, was rubbing her clit hard, slick fingers sliding back and forth, making the bed creak. Every muffled moan was a punch, every sigh a blow dragging me into the abyss. My dick, that traitorous son of a bitch, got hard instantly, straining against my boxers, a hot shame I couldnβt hide.
But the thought of Hannah, sleeping just feet away, made me sweat bullets, if she heard those moans, we were fucked.
I knew I had to bolt, that this scene was a trap set by the devil or God, who the hell knows?, but my feet were glued to the floor. My hand, without my say-so, grazed the bulge in my boxers, squeezing my throbbing dick like it had a mind of its own. Her movements were hypnotic, a shadow dance swallowing me whole. Her moans grew sharper, almost a howl, and I, lost in that trance, didnβt notice when she stopped. Her eyes, two beacons in the dark, locked onto the door.
My heart went wild, a crazed horse in my chest. I stepped back, praying the shadows would eat me, that the world would forget me, praying Hannah wouldnβt hear a thing. But Ameliaβs voice, deep, raspy, laced with a certainty that broke me, cut through the silence: βI know youβre there. Get in here, damn it.β
Caught. Heat rushed to my face, a bonfire of guilt and lust. I tried to think, but my hard-on and the fear of Hannah waking up clouded everything. I took a deep breath, pushed the door open, and stepped in, eyes on the floor like a condemned man scared of the executioner, my heart pounding at the thought that any sound could bring my sister into this hell. Amelia sat up on the bed, her shameless gaze roaming my body, lingering on the bulge I couldnβt hide. βShut the door,β she ordered, her tone both a command and a promise of a fuck, βand keep it quiet, I donβt want your sister snooping.β
I obeyed, locking the door carefully to avoid noise, my pulse racing, my breath caught in my throat. She slid off the bed, her bare feet silent on the floor, a panther ready to pounce. Without a word, she knelt in front of me, her fingers brushing the waistband of my boxers with a gentleness that didnβt match the hunger in her eyes. She yanked the fabric down, and my dick sprang free, rock-hard, the tip glistening. Her eyes lit up, a mix of surprise and desire, as her red nails, the color of sin, traced my cock with a slowness that was pure torture. Read More
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