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“Shut up, man. That’s my sister you’re talking about.”
“Hey, if you didn’t want me to talk about sticking your sister, you shouldn’t have told me she had a crush on me and that she was masturbating after you told me. Sounds to me like she’s ready for me to come over and stick it in. Next time I’m over and your parents are gone, alright, man? You’ll cover for me?”
Zach felt another wave of anger go through him, and he ran his hand through his blonde hair in annoyance.
“Ya, man. Whatever.”
There was no way he was going to let that jackass take his sister. No way in hell.
~Chapter 5~
Zach couldn’t get his mind off of her. He was lying in bed, and it was already after midnight, but every time he closed his eyes, all he saw was her.
She just looked so blissful. So happy. He’d never seen her look like that before.
With him, she’d always just been a brat, always trying to take his stuff and make googly-eyes at his friends. But in that moment that she’d cum, it was all stripped away, and she was just... Sylvia.
He brought his hand beneath the sheet, gripping his throbbing hardon. He’d been avoiding it, because the reason it was so stiff was because of his sister. It was wrong. He knew that. She was the only girl in the world off limits to him, but after seeing her like that, he couldn’t get the sight of her out of his head.
He stroked himself, slowly at first, as if that would help. As if, somehow, his stiffy would just go away if he gave it a little attention.
Instead it just throbbed more instantly, and he knew it wouldn’t go away until he came. But the only place he wanted to cum was in her.
“Gross,” he growled at himself, but already he was stroking it faster. He threw off the blankets with his other hand, and leaned back into it.
He wondered if she was still a virgin. She couldn’t be, not with how into it she was. But he’d never seen her with a boyfriend. She’d always been too dedicated to her gymnastic training. And she was so girly with her crush on Jacob, not like the usual women throwing themselves at football players.
He moaned as he bucked his hips into his hand. He’d only just started, but already his balls were tightening, and he knew he was going to cum. Just thinking about sticking it into his sister, deflowering the all-mighty princess of their house, was driving him mental.
“Sylvia,” he growled just as he came all over his hand and stony abs, staining a bit of the bed sheet as well.
And still, even after he cleaned up, a bit of that stiffness continued, his cock throbbing against his inner thigh.
He needed to have her.
~Chapter 6~
Sitting in the stands, he couldn’t take his eyes off of her. He’d never gone to one of her performances before — who had time for that girly shit? — but now he was regretting it. She didn’t know he was there, and seemed a little nervous.
He knew she musn’t have seen him the other day, because she was acting just as annoying as she always did, but he was even starting to like that. Like when he took the remote from her the other day, laying back on the couch so that she crawled over him, trying to grab it.
He hadn’t been so hard ever before as she wriggled and writhed before finally, triumphantly, grabbing the remote from his hand. He’d stormed off after that, but not for the reasons she thought. He was just straining against his pants so tight he thought he was going to bust a nut then and there.
It wasn’t much better watching her from the stands.
He watched as her fingers went in along the edge of her leotard, pulling it from her skin to rearrange it. She was wearing a neutral coloured leotard, and it almost blended into her skin. He could envision her naked once more so easily, touching along her ass as she looked out at the crowd.
And when it was her turn, it was like everything was in slow motion.
Those movements of hers were unreal. Not just because they pushed the limits of the human body, but because they seemed so incredibly sexual to him. Those slender limbs of hers stretching out, bending, her body looking to him like it was nude, exposed for all to see as she displayed herself.
He imagined her like that night in her room, pleasing herself, but for the whole crowd. No, for him.
The lift of her leg up to her head, leaving her smooth little cunny exposed to him so crudely, letting him see that pretty little flower once more.
Oh, she wasn’t really doing that of course, but that brief moment he had to see her naked and enwrapped in coitus was enough to burn the visual into his mind forever.
She was so elegant as she pranced and contorted, like the little princess she thought she was. Zach was getting a growing appreciation for that, in proportion to the growth she caused in his pants.
