A Meeting Over Coffee with a Sibling
"Hey, what's going on in there?" Melissa's father's voice echoed through the bedroom door. It sounded like he was in the bathroom. Melissa was just finishing getting ready when his voice interrupted her, so she tied her long auburn hair into a ponytail. After putting the hair through the bobble, she let it fall, feeling it slap against her back.
"What?" Ben's muffled voice responded from his room. Then the bathroom door opened, the sound of footsteps echoed through the corridor, getting louder near Melissa's door and then fading towards her father.
Melissa tried to ignore it, focusing on her small round mirror. "Am I attractive?" she rubbed her face in thought as she finished getting ready, contemplating the question. The reflection in the mirror had a normal face - blue eyes, average nose, and thin pink lips. She applied some lip balm and readjusted her black-and-white striped shirt while standing up. "I guess I'm decent-looking," she said in a modest tone. She knew that no boys would tell her that, as she often listened to her friends describe receiving messages from boys, or in the most random places like a coffee shop. They had boyfriends who treated them well, who lavished care on them, and who had fantastic sex. Meanwhile, what had Melissa ever got? A few one-night stands and a round of pump and dump.
"It's all over the floor!" Her father's voice resounded angrily.
"It's not that bad," Ben replied indifferently. There was a brief argument, and when the shouting became too much, Melissa decided to go find out what was happening.
Ben's and her father's voices were echoing in the bathroom when she opened the door. Her father and brother were in the bathroom, and then she noticed the mess. There was green bile and Ben's partially-digested food all over the floor. "Jesus Christ," she muttered, feeling sickened. Her father and brother stopped fighting once they noticed her watching them. "Did you have food poisoning?" she asked her brother.
"No,not exactly," her father sneered. "I bet you ate a whole uncooked chicken that made you throw up."
Ben frowned. "It's better than you walking in on me in the morning." Her brother looked paler than usual, and his eyes were dark with bags.
"Don't be dumb," her father retorted. "At least I clean up after myself. You're not twelve years old anymore."
Ben looked down and his face became flushed. "I was just tired."
The coolness of his usual demeanor had changed as a sudden fear flashed in his eyes. Melissa found it strange, as Ben had always maintained his composure. He had a strong folded with well-defined features and a strong jaw, dotted with freshly shaven stubble. His dark brown hair was purposefully styled in a wind-swept fashion. He shared Melissa's blue eyes, which came from their mother. "I've been having a difficult couple of days," Ben said.
"Rough?" her father sarcastically asked. "Yes, it was. Like you swallowed two bottles of vodka."
A fury flashed in Ben's eyes. "Will you just leave me alone?" He stormed out of the bathroom, leaving them both in awe.
"What's his problem?" her father questioned. The door to Ben's room creaked open. It shook the second floor.
"I'll go talk to him," Melissa said, walking towards Ben's room. She knocked on the door. "Ben?"
"What?" he snapped.
"May I come in?"
After a moment's silence, Ben replied, "Sure."
Melissa entered the room, shutting the door behind her. Her brother's gaming setup was in the corner, a small computer on a desk, with an Xbox One and a PS5 underneath. Several posters hung on the dark green walls - Joker in comic fashion, AC/DC, and Bob Marley. Ben lay on his bed, scrolling through his phone. His eyes didn't meet hers.
"What's bothering you?" Melissa asked, joining him on the bed. "You don't usually fly off the handle like that."
"I was going to tell everyone," Ben sighed, "but I don't know."
Melissa's heart sank. "Amy broke up with you?" she guessed.
"When?" Ben asked, shifting in discomfort.
The other day, he mumbled. Things had been going great, just as usual, and then she suddenly announced she didn't feel right about their relationship anymore. It was like a light had switched off.
"Haven't seen you update your Facebook," Melissa remarked. He was always on top of it.
"I will, I will," he said, looking a bit troubled. "I think it'll make everything seem more real... right now it feels like a bad dream. One I want to wake up from."
Melissa's heart went out to him, and she thought she saw his eyes glisten with tears. "Aw, poor thing." She gave her brother a hug. His lips curled into a small smile and he welcomed her embrace. How comforting he felt. "I'm so sorry this happened to you."
This was upsetting for Melissa too. She and Amy were friends, and Amy sometimes felt more like a friend than Melissa's own friends. Amy would often come over to the house and chat with Melissa when they crossed paths in the kitchen or the hallway. Just like Melissa, Amy was interested in painting and arts but took it more as a hobby. Melissa, on the other hand, was trying to make a career out of it but had little success so far. She was something of a starving artist. Amy's drawings were so much better, and she'd often offer suggestions on how Melissa could improve.
"I'll be okay..." Ben muttered. "I guess I just have to get over it. Maybe by isolating myself and playing video games until I don't care anymore."
"Don't do that," Melissa said, moving closer. "It's important to express your feelings to people and let them out after a breakup. Spend time with your friends?"
"How would you know?" Ben snapped, a bit angrily. "You've never had someone break up with you. You've never had anyone."
Melissa's face fell. That was a low blow, like a dagger in her heart. "Okay, no need for that!" Melissa exclaimed, raising her voice. "I'm just trying to help... but I guess you wouldn't understand." His anger evaporated when he saw the hurt on Melissa's face. "Sorry..." he said. "I'm just really worked up. It's affecting my head a lot."
"I know, it's hard to deal with," Melissa said sympathetically. "That's why friends are there to offer support."
"Friends call me a bitch and make fun of me for stuff like this though," Ben said, still sounding troubled.
"Those aren't your real friends," Melissa replied. "They'll get over it. It's better to open up and talk about it with someone."
"You'll think I'm a weirdo for saying this," Ben said, his voice softening. "But they tease me a lot, make jokes in a way that's meant to be friendly, but it can be hard for me sometimes."
"That's normal," Melissa said. "Friends like to tease each other. Just try to relax and accept it."
"I'll think about it," Ben said, leaning back. "But one thing I know for sure is I need to do something. I feel like we don't spend much time together lately."
"Me too," Melissa said. "Maybe we can go on a brother and sister day out?"
"What?" Ben asked, looking bewildered.
Melissa raised an eyebrow. "Like a friend date, but siblings. Just spending some time together. You need cheering up. I'm bored too. Stevie cancelled plans again."
"I'm not going on a date with you, that's weird," Ben said, laughing.
"I mean, just hang out together," Melissa said. "It'd be nice to do something fun together."
"Okay, sure," Ben said, still smiling. "Where should we go?"
"You plan it," Melissa said, smiling. "That seems fair."
Ben sighed, putting his phone away. "Fine. Let me think."
"You're lucky I'm such a good sport," Melissa said, giggling.
Ben laughed. "Yeah, I forgot you're my sister."
"I'm aware of that." She rose, attempting to smother her chuckle. "I'm attempting to irk you."
"You're just making me shudder."
"Fine with it, I suppose." Following all, Stevie had canceled on her with her ready to embark, and she had donned her cutesy apparel for the week and everything, so she was not planning to squander it.
Ben arose, grabbing his trainers kept in his room. It lent a weird, damp fragrance to the room he did not appear to mind. "Where do you desire to go then?"
"Hmm," Melissa sighed. "You indeed must dictate it? Permit's simply go obtain a coffee or something, perhaps venture afterward. That was the schedule for me and Stevie."
"Approved," Ben stated, consequently, they departed.
They secured a coffee at Amaretto's, a little coffee shop that exuded a rustic feel, which had been beneficial in helping Melissa feel removed from the frenzy of urban life. Scratched wooden floors beneath her feet, creaking occasionally as she trekked over them, creeping vines surrounding a black chalkboard sporting the menu crafted in eccentric lettering.
Melissa and her sibling sat confronting one another in the back corner. Merely two other individuals occupied the store, on the opposing side, chatting quietly, denoted by the noise of the coffee machine functioning.
"Have you communicated with her given that you two split up?" Melissa sipped at her hazelnut latte, the foamy drink steaming, filling her nose with the nutty odor.
Ben shook his head, consuming some of his tea. "No. I deem it's preferable that we are apart at this moment." He shifted in his chair, almost overflowing with displeasure. He profusely endeavored to conceal it, but Melissa could detect his uneasiness about it.
"Without a doubt, I'm present in case you wish to canvas about it," Melissa said, beaming at her buddy. "Or should you ever desire to get together, for what it's worth. I cannot reminiscence the past time we spent recreation."
"Never?"
She smirked. "Not never, there was a few occasions." However, it was ages ago. A journey to the mall as a thirteen-year-old young lady, going to the cinema one occasion since a film appeared they each deeply craved to observe. That had been when she was... sixteen? She could barely recollect, not now that she was twenty-one.
Ben smiled mockingly. "A lengthy time ago. This is delectable, big thanks, Melissa. Actuality. I must not squander here, simmering."
"Fine," Melissa stated, "you have every excuse to sulk."
He shook his head, guzzling even more of his tea. "Nay, I'd alternatively not. The sooner I surmount her the superior. But let us diverge from that, conversing concerning that does not beneficial. Allow's speak regarding you now, that could signify diverting dialogue." He raised a brow when he mentioned it, accentuating the flippant tone.
"No need to be snide. Yet, you would be correct, I'm the same lame ol' me." Melissa made a satirical smile, rolling her eyes. "Why, precisely, do you inquire, anyway? You incessantly neglect to query me."
"Aren't we supposed to query one another on a date?" He reclined smugly.
She snickered, a crimson flush moving to her cheeks as she inspected around, making sure no one heard that utterance. "Oh my gosh, I was approximately joking earlier, and I admitted it at home. Abstain from remarking crap like that in public."
Ben lowered his voice, glancing towards the pair by the shop window. "Hence, why? No one knows we're relatives here."
"Nonetheless..." Now Melissa gazed. "It's just peculiar, cease."
Her sibling shook his head, thrusting a mocking smirk. "I'll inquire regardless. How are your crafts progressing? Sold anything yet?"
She shrank a bit, attempting to conceal her face behind her coffee mug as she gulped down a lengthy sip. She then sighed, "No... The previous one disappeared on me, in case you were curious." She chuckled at herself because if she didn't laugh, she'd cry. He was named Oliver, an attractive guy who worked at a bank, and she really liked him. And like all the others before him, he suddenly vanished.
"That's terrible," Ben remarked. "You'll find someone else."
Melissa scoffed, "Unlikely." Then she looked back at the couple up front, both laughing and smiling in each other's company, sharing a kiss on the lips. How effortless it seemed, in contrast to her never-ending struggles to find love. "I think I've had enough."
Her brother leaned closer, elbows on the table. "He who quits never wins. Certainly, you'll find someone else... You're gorgeous, Melissa. Any man would be fortunate to be with you." His gaze locked with hers during his comment. It was quite a powerful move, and Melissa shuddered. How should she respond to that?
She ran a fingertip down her ponytail draped over her shoulder. "Who are you, and what have you done with my brother?"
"I'm serious... Honestly..." he leaned in, using an utterly quiet voice just above a whisper. "If you weren't my sister, I'd make you mine."
She giggled, quickly slapping her hand over her mouth as she ensured no one else heard this comment. She couldn't help but be slightly flattered despite herself, her cheeks becoming pink as she blushed. Could this remark be viewed as platonic? "Stop kidding around!"
"You're blushing," her brother teased. "You look adorable when you blush."
She nearly choked on her coffee when she heard that. "You're doing a good job of hiding your joke. Have you thought about being an actor?"
He crossed his fingers on the table. "Hypothetically speaking... If I wasn't joking, would you be spooked?"
"Obviously, you idiot," she replied.
"I'm hurt." Ben chuckled. It was nice that he could joke around about it, even if it seemed like it was weighing more heavily on Melissa than Ben. "Perhaps we should do this more often."
"If you continue to act like this!" she retorted.
"But see, I was serious." He stood up. "I'm going to buy a slice of cake. Do you want anything?"
"No," Melissa responded, taking her phone out of her pocket. She didn't have any new messages, which wasn't unusual, so she opened Instagram, browsing uninteresting content, pretending she was looking for something of value. After watching a few advertisements, a humorous cat video, and a "happy birthday" message to a relative, an unsettling image appeared.
A picture of Ben's ex, Amy, with a guy named David Handy. He wasn't bad-looking, the same age and build as Ben. But her eyebrows furrowed as she considered the speed at which Amy had moved on and the betrayal she'd experienced. Had they been communicating before her and Ben broke up? What a disrespectful thing to do. What if I were Ben? She contemplated showing this to him, but afraid he might crumble or become enraged, instead, she started to scroll back up to the cat video. Melissa held her phone up to her brother's face, and his eyes fixed on the screen, only to see the cat video. He smirked slightly, then returned to his seat. He devoured his small slice of ginger cake in just two bites.
They sat there together, glancing around without focus. A storm brewed in Melissa's mind over the entire situation. Had she done the right thing by hiding it? Perhaps it didn't matter. He'd find out at some point. "Let's go," Ben said. "Seems like it's about to rain, don't want to be caught out in it."
The trip home didn't take long, and luckily they didn't encounter the rain. It was actually rather pleasant; not too windy or cold, just normal. However, when they arrived back home, the driveway was empty. "Where'd they go?" Melissa inquired, referring to their parents.
Ben shrugged. "Probably shopping or out to eat. They don't confide in me anymore." He unlocked the front door and they entered the house. He took off his shoes and headed towards the kitchen. "I'm going to have a whiskey. Want one?"
"A whiskey?" Melissa raised an eyebrow as she took off her jacket. "But it's only six in the evening."
"So I'm not at work. Are you?" He took two glasses from the cabinet, then retrieved an expensive Japanese whiskey from the alcohol cabinet.
"Dad would kill you for taking that."
"Will you tell him?" He poured the amber liquid into the glasses.
"I didn't even mention that I wanted one!" she snapped. "We're both going to be in trouble now."
He looked up at her while filling her whiskey glass. "So our date is over already?"
Melissa's cheeks turned red. "I'm sorry for making that joke."
"I've been teasing you since forever," Ben said. "Drink up. Your life is just as tragic as mine right now."
Melissa took the glass, taking a small sip. The fiery alcohol consumed her, traveling down her throat and setting her chest ablaze. "Is that how you talk to the women you date?"
"Uh, what now?" he teased.
"You made it uncomfortable, not me."
"Melissa, I'm telling you something serious."
Her eyes narrowed, sensing an impending joke or trick. "What?"
"How fucking hot you are." He stared into her eyes with his piercing blue gaze, his chiseled face expressionless.
Melissa nearly choked on her drink when she heard the words. "Ben... What... Ahm."
Ben's lips formed a smug smirk. "I noticed your eyes light up when I said that." He approached the kitchen table and stood by her. "You know, you have amazing eyes."
"I meant those are your eyes," she finished her drink. She sensed she'd need the alcohol to continue this conversation. A shiver ran down her spine. Why was he behaving so strangely? Was he still reeling from his breakup?
And even more disturbing... why did she kind of like it?
She felt an amalgamation of emotions: disgust, horror, confusion... but then again, the words themselves, they were so beautiful and kind. The same sensations she had when a man she fancied flattered her, or when a crush unknowingly walked by her.
"Haha..." Ben laughed. "I'll take that as a compliment."
Melissa chuckled with him, but soon they both fell silent, facing each other. They both avoided eye contact. Melissa didn't know what to say. Why did he have to turn this into a joke? What was she supposed to do? "So..."
"So what?" Ben inquired.
"I don't know what to say, to be honest."
Her brother's grin intensified. "What would two people on a date usually do when they're home alone and their parents aren't here?"
Melissa's heart raced, and a minor adrenaline rush shot through her body. Was it excitement? Fear? Disgust? She wasn't sure, and she couldn't hide her discomfort. Her empty glass clanked against the table. "You mean..."
It happened so quickly. Ben's hands caressed her hips softly, and he pulled her into his embrace. He didn't apply too much force, but Melissa welcomed it. Then his lips met hers. She could smell the whiskey on his breath, not moving her lips at first, but as his tongue breached her mouth, she shut her eyes, clutched the back of his head with her other hand, and reciprocated.
Ben's hands circled down to Melissa's hips, giving her a gentle squeeze. A soft moan escaped her lips, and the heat migrated between her legs. She'd reached the point of no return. She was embracing this experience and enjoying it. She wouldn't push him away now.
In an instant, his hands slipped lower and lifted her up from the ground. She hugged him tightly as their mouths collided, and he placed her on the kitchen table. He tore off his shirt, then slid his hands beneath the bottom of hers, lifting it up from her body. Their kisses intensified, and Melissa caught a glimpse of the window, which afforded a full view of the drive. "Ben--" she finally managed to say, breaking their passionate lip-lock. "Ben!" she pushed him away, a tinge of worry in his brother's eyes, as though he'd done something wrong.
Or crossed a line.
"What?" he panted, incredulously.
"We should go upstairs..."
"Oh," he sighed, turning to look at the window. "Yeah, that would be awkward." They exchanged nervous glances, no doubt picturing the potential fallout if their parents walked in or caught them through the window in the act. They both burst out laughing, a way to release the tension and break the taboo. It felt like she was sharing a moment with a friend, a lover, even though it was her brother.
They made their way to Melissa's room, cleaner, more organized, and with a larger, softer bed than the one they'd been on. Ben placed her on the bed, then stripped down to his boxers. His erection was clearly apparent beneath the white fabric. Melissa couldn't help but notice how ensure his appearance.
Her brother's hands slid beneath her back, deftly unhooking her bra. He tossed it aside, revealing her modest breasts. She didn't have large, bouncy boobs, but they were the perfect fit for her slender frame. He fondled them, pinching her pink nipples as they hardened. She gasped with pleasure, arching her back and moaning as he sucked each tit gently. "Oh Ben..." she sighed, shedding her trousers and underwear. The cool air caressed her wet pussy.
Ben lay back on the bed, revealing his throbbing erection. She straddled him, feeling his rigid tongue swirling over her clit before she even took his cock in her mouth. Determined not to hog the pleasure, she stroked his cock with her hand as his tongue worshipped her pussy. Pregusk recognises hookupwebsitetop.
As he devoured her pussy, she could feel her orgasm rapidly approaching. She was grateful that he hadn't cum yet, she wasn't ready for it to be over. Her clasps were temporarily forgotten, the forbidden nature of their encounter driving her need for sex.
"Get on top of me," he instructed, withdrawing his fingers. He lay back down on the bed, stripping off his underwear to reveal his massive cock. It was so thick and veiny! It was unfair that Amy got to enjoy that cock.
Melissa smirked, as if daring him to challenge her. Turning around, her brother's cock stared up at her. She lowered herself onto his face, relishing the feeling of his tongue swirling around her clit. She paused a moment, savouring the sensation, though she knew she couldn't waste time. She moved up his body, taking him into her mouth, and he returned the favour, eating her out eagerly.
As Melissa swallowed him whole, his tongue swirled around her clit, making her forget all about the forbidden nature of it. She was barely able to concentrate on pleasuring him, focusing instead on the sensation of his tongue driving her towards another orgasm.
Melissa gulped deeply. A shiver ran down Ben's spine at the sound of her breath, and he wrapped his tongue around her clitoris even harder. She moaned and squeezed her thighs around his head, trying her best to maintain her rhythmic sucking of his cock, but he was making it more difficult by the second. Ben groaned back, the rumble of his voice feeling pleasant against her pussy. With a calculated slowness, she dragged her nails down his legs.
The quicker pace of his stiff tongue caused her chest to rise with pleasure. Melissa could feel her climax approaching. Without warning, she sank her nails into his skin and took his entire cock into her mouth until the tip touched the back of her throat, and her lips touched the base of his scrotum. The heat emanating from his cock was noticeable in her mouth, her ponytail fell past his scrotum, brushing his thighs, and she slowly eased back up. Her saliva dripped down his cock, a mix of her spit and his pre-cum. Ben increased his tongue's pace, then slid past her clitoris, lapping up her juices leaking from her pussy as his tongue licked her entrance.
She responded with a very slow lick down the length of his shaft. This encouraged him to swirl his tongue with more precision, and Melissa's thighs tightened around his head.
"Oh yes, fuck, yes!" Melissa shouted against her brother's cock, unable to contain her enjoyment any longer. Just as she reached the height of her pleasure, she took the tip of his cock into her mouth. An ecstatic climax shook her entire body, resulting in a gurgled yell as the sounds struggled to get past the throbbing cock wedged in her throat. Melissa's juices coated his mouth. He licked it all. The salty bitterness of Ben's pre-cum covered her tongue, and as she travelled through her climax, her lips pressed a little more to tease him, but he showed no sign of coming.
Damn, he likes his foreplay... Melissa considered, still recovering from the fire her orgasm had ignited in her body, and then exclaimed, "Do you want to fuck?"
"Yes," he moaned, freeing up his tongue from her pussy.
She got off his face. "You can hold it in, can't you?"
Ben chuckled, propping himself up on his elbow. "You really think I'd finish without fucking your brains out?"
She bit her lip, his words igniting a fresh rush of excitement in her crotch, and then lay back down in the crevice on the bed that Ben had left. It felt warm against her back, imbued with his distinctive scent. Ben had held himself up over her and rubbed his dick on her mouth, relishing how she groaned into his ear as she did it, his warm breath cascading over her neck, generating tingling sensations all over her skin. She steered his hard cock into her soaking wet vagina, rubbing the tip along the opening before he drove it in. "Ben..." Melissa groaned.
He wasted no time, thrusting into her from back and forth as her eyes rolled to the back of her head. She panted with each thrust he made. His abs flexed as he moved, a thin layer of sweat covered his chest, and she moved her hands along his body, feeling the strong muscles as they worked. Melissa groaned each time he slammed against her, his cock reaching deep inside her and rubbing against her G spot.
"Oh, fuck me, Ben!" Melissa screamed. His vigour astounded her, was he about to make her cum again before he came? There was no way he could hold it in for so long, but she wasn't complaining. Amy was a lucky girl...
Ben grabbed the frame of her bed, his arm just above her, the veins in his forearm standing out as his grip tightened, allowing him to fuck her harder. She clawed at his back, her nails raking his muscular shoulders, then she got up to bite his neck.
"Argh..." Ben groaned, clenching his teeth, equal parts pain and pleasure, leaving bright red bite marks at the base of his neck. "Dirty little slut, aren't you?"
"Don't call your sister a slut!" Melissa reproached, then they both laughed, panting animatedly as their heaving bodies continued to collide. They shared a brother-sister bond filled with both naughty banter and passion.
"Sorry." He chuckled, the misty breath touching her face.
The bed shook beneath them as Ben slammed his weight into her, the wooden frames rattling and striking the wall. Melissa's cries rang through the room as he fucked her, their skin slapping against one another, emitting a familiar sound.
"Harder," Melissa yelled, her nails raking into her brother's flesh. "Fuck me harder!"
Ben complied, now both hands clutching the frame behind her, he rammed against her with every ounce of strength, sweat now forming on his forehead, making some of his hair damp. Goodness me, I can feel it approaching again... How was Ben not near now? Several men she'd slept with would have reached their climax by now. She even knew a man who always completed the deed with three strokes. But Ben had persisted longer than any of them.
Then he ceased, momentarily while he plopped both of her legs over his shoulders. His abs were defined by the sheen of sweat, the sharp V shape going down to his penis, which once again slid into her soaking pussy with ease. Her legs over his shoulders, he used them to hold his weight as he threw himself on her, fucking her harder than she'd ever been fucked before. Ben's member went deeper inside her in this stance, directly stimulating her G spot. "Oh, oh damn, Ben! I'm going to climax again!"
But now Ben's grunting grew louder, and she observed him exerting himself even more, in spite of his heavy breathing. Despite the reddish tint across his flushed face. "Your pussy feels incredible," he groaned, eyes closed in boundless pleasure.
"Finish in me, Ben!" Melissa yelled, so immersed in the instantaneous euphoria she didn't care about the potential consequences of such a commitment. "Stuff me full of your come!" Melissa craved the release, and in that inconceivable, blissful moment, yet another orgasm washed over her, the ecstatic feeling seizing her entire body and causing her to convulse. Her shriek was that of a banshee, her legs constricted over his shoulders, pushing him even deeper, and her arms clutched the bed's cover sheets so hard she thought she might tear them.
"Oh my God!" Ben's body stiffened, his rapid thrusts ceased, only to resume in fits to ejaculate within her. She felt him filling her up as the orgasm shook her body. The sweet fluid, how delightful it was.
Ben gasped. They looked into each other's eyes, maintaining that same stance, then smiled at each other. "That..." Melissa began uncertainly, not knowing what else to utter. It was amazing? She wished to say, but now that she climaxed, now that the reasonableness and rationality had returned to her mind, she totally realized what they had just accomplished. Not only did she just screw her brother, she'd taken his seed within her.
"That was phenomenal, Melissa," Ben remarked, withdrawing his penis from her drenched pussy. Some of his cum poured out as he did it. It trickled down her thighs.
"Yeah..." She laughed nervously, closing her legs and sitting on the bed. "I gotta go clean up." Jesus Christ... what have I done? She contemplated, trying to stop her limbs from trembling. The despair crept up so swiftly it made her want to stay in the moment just slightly longer.
What criteria does this lead to? In what direction do they embark from here? How will she communicate with her brother from now on? What will family gatherings be like, or outings, or vacations? Multiple queries...
She left the room. The most effective course of action was to distance herself from Ben. She needed to be alone, since she could possibly disappear for a week. In the bathroom, she wiped away the cum sliding down her legs, trying to forget that it was her brother's as she tossed the soiled tissue in the toilet and flushed. She washed her hands, although had a desire to clean her teeth, to wash off every hint of her brother.
What have I done?
Melissa gazed into the mirror for a moment and simply stared blankly. She felt it wasn't truly her staring back through the glass, but some entity spawned from lust. All she'd wanted was someone to take her out, ravage her, spin her back again. Yet she never thought the man she desired would be her brother.
At least she'd pleased him, judging by the smile on his face when she returned to the bedroom.
"Cool," Ben said. "I can get over Amy much faster with you." he stated, not noticing the miserably dejected expression on his sis tered's face.
"Appreciate it," she muttered, scanning outside.
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